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tornado1992 · 2 months

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Sonic has always loved the golden color, that specific yellow was such a beautiful, lively color.

Red is his obvious answer to the “what is your favorite color?” question, but if they told him that he had to choose only one color he could see for the rest of his life, he knows golden yellow and baby blue would be the ones fighting for the throne.

How could they not? Those were his little bro’s colors.

Every time he looked at Tails it was like the sun had embraced the sky into a tiny fluffy ball, making both of them brighter and brighter, shining against each other, the softest shade of sky blue being evolved into a heart warming sun.

Tails was the infinite answer to the happiness question. His unstoppable potential to achieve anything he wanted, the endless possibilities of a wide happy future for him, the one who always accompanied him in his worldwide runs, just like the sky.

His brother was a soft light that warmed his heart everyday, a bright path to follow when he fell to deep in the dark, a reason to keep fighting for.

Yeah, Tails felt like the sky. But he was Sonic’s sun. And if he had to fight all his life to make sure that those bright baby blue eyes keep shining and that golden yellow fur keeps glowing, then he’ll fight till the world itself ended.

His world was ending. Slowly.

It was so sudden, so uncanny, and so, so unfair. They were happy, they were running together, they were laughing and racing each other until Tails abruptly fell from the sky, Sonic almost too late to catch him. “Just a headache” he said while being cradled in Sonic’s arms. Headaches were not supposed to make you faint, but Tails was fine, so it had to be okay.

It stated slowly. Tails kept fainting for some time, they worried, they went to the hospital and all the doctors said it was nothing. He started to vomit every time he ate, they returned to the doctors and the same answer was given.

He couldn’t sleep, they no longer believed the doctors.

His tails went limp, he couldn’t fly anymore, and his bright yellow fur was fading its color, he took matters into his own hands and after lots of analysis and test they got an answer for his predicament.

Tails was sick.

His fur was no longer shining, his eyes were no longer sparkling. Bright golden being rebalanced by an ashy sad yellow, and baby blue being covered by an infinite gray shadow.

Leaving a dark cloudy sky with a sun no longer shining.

His tablet was getting thinner by the day, Sonic could always carry Tails easily, he was a big brother, it came in the job’s description, so if he had to help Tails stand and walk for some time it didn’t matter, he’ll be by his side until he recovered. Until he no longer had to apologize for not finishing Amy’s cooking, until they’d stop bringing him to Angel Island trying to get the Master Emerald to heal him.

It didn’t matter how long would it take, he’ll be with him until he shines brighter than the sun once again.

Why

That was his only question

Why him? Why did it have to be him? Why wasn’t there any existing cure yet? Why didn’t even Tails had an answer? Why couldn’t Sonic do anything about it?

Tails was eight years old, eight, he hadn’t reached double digits yet, his birthday still too many months away. It could’ve been anyone, anyone but him. He had so much yet to live, and he told Sonic he knew he was dying.

A non believer would pray to a god to save their child. A believer would fight their god to save their child.

Sonic has already killed so many gods, and he’s already prayed to the ones that were left. So why wasn’t his sun shining again?

What deity did he annoy this time? What could’ve offend the universe so much that it has to take it on his baby brother? Why couldn’t it just burn the whole world down? Why couldn’t every enemy he’s ever faced come back and fight him? Why couldn’t reality just rip both his legs out instead? Why did it have to be Tails?

Sonic was willing to fight, bleed and die for that kit, so why couldn’t they just taken Sonic instead?

When his fur no longer showed any yellow brightnes and started getting covered by his own blood anytime he tried to speak they knew it was too late. When not even an over analysis on Shadows blood gave any hint of a cure, when not even Eggman’s biology knowledge and failed antidotes could even slow it down.

Not any deity, not the Master Emerald, not Sonic. No one could save him.

There was no solution. This was a threat he couldn’t outrun with Tails in his arms. An unforgiving curse slowly taking away his pride and joy to never give it back. A mocking laughing unknown force killing the only thing he would chose over anything else, his sun and sky, his kid.

Amy showered his forehead with kisses every time she came over, reading him bedtime stories to try and help him sleep, spoon feeding him his favorite ice cream when he was too weak to do it himself and too embarrassed to ask his brother. Knuckles stayed near their home, ready to assist in case there was an emergency, always bringing handmade wood toys so the kit could still play with something even if his arms were weak enough not to hold a small wrench, it wasn’t tinkering, but it made him a little bit happier.

They both told Tails how much they loved him every single time they were with him.

And Sonic couldn’t.

He hadn’t tell him that he loved him, not enough times before all this, never enough.

He couldn’t tell him he loved him now, not with words. He couldn’t voice that well known fact. Because his little bro already knew. Because it was something that was supposed to be shown with actions, not words. Because it went unsaid.

Because telling him he loves him now would mean accepting he’ll be gone. Accepting he lost, accepting he will lose him.

Sonic refused to lose him.

He needed to run, he needed to go away, because if he stayed, he didn’t think he’ll be strong enough not to crumble if they take his light away, when they take his light away.

He didn’t run, because that’s his brother, because even if his own heart is threatening to stop every time he looks at the cub’s small trembling frame, his heart wasn’t the one stoping in real time. So he stayed.

He stayed when Vanilla came over to check on Tails, to gift him a knitted beanie and matching gloves so he wouldn’t be cold in his own bed, the bed he hadn’t left in weeks. He stayed when he couldn’t properly take a bath by himself, helping him cleaning and brushing his fur while memories of baby fox fangs and campfires invaded his mind. He stayed when Tails couldn’t do anything but cry at the aching in his bones, and Sonic couldn’t do anything but hold him close.

His heartbeat was slower than usual, and that was already too slow.

And he was so, so cold. He wasn’t supposed to be cold, no, his golden fluffy fur was supposed to keep him warm.

The memory of his little squeaky voice was still engraved in Sonic’s mind, even if it had been months without properly hearing, and yet…

“I’m sorry”

“What’s that buddy?”

“I’m sorry, for making you wait for me to go”

No.

Why was his eight year old brother apologizing? Why did his kid feel the need to apologize for not dying? No. He knew exactly way, the reason were his feet’s constant tapping on the ground whenever he had a medic visit. The reason was how his own smile fell whenever the kid wasn’t looking at him. The reason… was because the kid just wanted to go, and Sonic wouldn’t let him. Sonic wanted him to get better, Sonic wanted him to stay with him. Not to let him go.

How could he? When he hasn’t had him for enough time? When he still had so much to live? When he still needed to apologize for not giving him the life he deserved? When he still needed to tell him that he loved him without feeling he’ll lose him forever?

Ten seconds of silence. Two voices in unison. The same feeling behind them, different words.

“Forgive me”

“I love you”

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they are cosmic truth #they’re brothers your honor #hmmmm this wasn’t very wholesome

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hotpinkboots · 8 months

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Hi!! Could I request maybe Snape x reader where the reader unexpected falls ill and he has to take care of a woozy/sick reader. I feel like he would put up a sarcastic and austere front and act like its a hassle, but his words wouldn't match his doting actions 🤭🤭

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~𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔲𝔰 𝔖𝔫𝔞𝔭𝔢 x Sick!Reader Headcanons~

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RAAAAAHHHH THE FIRST HARRY POTTER REQUEST THANK YOUUUU

I'm making every Severus request written in blue because of his patronus I cry every time I see it😢

~Enjoy~

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𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔲𝔰 𝔖𝔫𝔞𝔭𝔢

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~At first he'd be so annoyed, he doesn't have time.

~Will think about just grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the medical wing, but decides against it, because when he thinks about it, he can't imagine pulling you along when you don't feel well, like you don't mean anything to him.

~He'll either escort you there if you feel like you need support, or if he's too busy, he'll encourage you to go as soon as possible.

~If you don't feel better in a few days, he'll come by and just stand there staring at you for a moment until he makes haste with making sure you're alright.

~Even if he speaks to you bluntly, his eyes are flicking across your face, taking in how pale you look, how dull your eyes are.

~Aaaand there's that big softie deep down inside him.

~You can almost visibly see him soften up on you, but he covers that up with more sass.

~He knows you'll be fine, everyone gets sick sometimes, so there's no reason for him to worry about you or put work off to be by your side.

~Thought about brewing up a potion to heal you quicker, but he wouldn't want to waste ingredients on something that will be gone within a few days.

~So he'll occasionally do other things, such as coming by with some hot tea or even purposely stopping students in the hall near the medical wing to use some snark on them, when in reality that was an excuse to look briefly at you to make sure you hadn't gotten any worse.

~Will make a couple sarcastic comments towards you when you return.

~Basically, he's hovering over you in the background when you might not even realize it.

~If you were REALLY sick, he'd be a lot more present and worried about you.

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joined-by-stars-afar · 1 year

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tripwire (KNY, Rui x reader (PLATONIC) oneshot)

This was something I wrote a while ago!! I plan on making vers with all the usual demons I write (Tamayo, Rui, Enmu, Kaigaku, Daki, Gyutaro, Nakime, Akaza, Douma, Kokushibo, Muzan) where they find demon!reader evading a very, very close call between themselves, a slayer, and the sun. Enjoy the Rui ver for now!

You just kept running, running, running, your lungs feeling like they were clogging up, your heaving chest making it feel like you were swinging from a meat hook. You couldn’t afford another slip up, not after that damn bear trap, which had cost you a lot of energy regenerating your leg, considering you had to leave it behind. You still needed to get deeper into the woods, make sure not a single ray of sunlight could reach you, or you’d be done for. You didn’t know if you were going to make it.

A red trail was still constantly pouring out of your torso, since you couldn’t afford to heal yourself, and your vision was already getting hazy. Your only hope now was to lose the slayer and find a way to stop and rest even for a few precious seconds. Your legs couldn’t hold up. You could smell your own blood and the metal of the Nichirin katana that searched for your neck. The slayer wasn’t going to be thrown off any time soon. You just had to keep going.

The tripwires of mount Namagumo quivered, and Rui looked up, already growling furiously into the forest. Those tripwires were the ones he had near the side of the mountain you always used when coming or going. You hadn’t returned yet, and you still had somewhat ample time before the sun fully became a problem. Why were you running? But then, he smelled your blood.

He snarled, leaping from the branch he rested on, practically rocketing down the mountain from tree to tree, like a falcon diving towards its defenseless prey down below. Whoever was hurting his dearest friend wasn’t even going to have a chance to turn back down the mountain trail. The faint vibrations from Rui’s silk calmed the pounding of your heart. You were almost home free. You knew Rui was likely going to be drawling on and on about your struggle to even get back before morning, but that was just his way of saying how much he wanted to protect you. You didn’t even register Rui’s soundless landing until you heard his scowl. You were pretty sure you were the only person that lived to know what it sounded like. Whenever he scowled like that, it meant the end for whoever it was directed towards.

He liked to be tantalizing. After all, this dimwit had already worn his patience pretty thin. How could you blame him? He stared down at the slayer, annoyed. “I’m sick of you all scampering up here and attacking us like you believe you can actually do something. You’re quite stupid. It reminds me of rats in a maze.” He rolled his eyes when the foolish child made a move for him. Of course they thought they could just dash so clumsily toward him, and behead him just like that. It took a simple flick of his wrist. He yanked on his silk as if he was tearing the slayer’s very life from them, and just like that, the spider demon had sliced through their delicate flesh like a hot knife through butter.

Each bit of the shredded flesh plopped to the ground with a soft squelch. Yes, Rui often had spillage with his kills, but he didn’t care too much. Either way, he had a family to feed. “Hmph. What a simpleton.” He hummed, as if pondering what ridiculous thoughts could have possibly been going through a person’s mind to make such a grave mistake. He turned to you, focused on the gash on your side, which was obviously still oozing blood. You were the only one able to recognize the softness in Rui’s otherwise blank expression. “You’re injured. Come on. We’re going home. Mother has had a very successful hunt today. We’ll dine, and you’ll be just fine. I’ll instruct Father to keep a closer eye on your route home, too.” His eyes narrowed a bit at the thought of someone hurting you like this ever again, especially taking advantage of you in such a state. Effortlessly, Rui scooped you up, carrying you up the mountain. He practically sent warnings into the dark of the forest just with his presence, at any lowly creature that dared to skitter close enough to his path. Nothing else would go awry tonight. Not on his way home, not while he was transporting such precious cargo. And the forest of Namagumo knew better. This was his hunting ground, and he was happy to remind anyone who stumbled upon it that he was the predator. No one else.

#rui #demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #rui x reader #rui kny #rui demon slayer #rui kimetsu no yaiba #rui headcanons #rui oneshot

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crescentbea02 · 1 year

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"Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me" pt. 1 (Timeskip!Oikawa x fem! reader)

Tropes: second chance romance, long distance, friends to lovers, right person wrong time, ex-relationship,

Summary: In which Oikawa Tooru finds himself forecefully reviving memories in a flight for Japan, in hopes to reecounter with the one person that has him on a chokehold even after six years apart.

Part 1: here

ハイキュー

Some say that time heals all wounds. That the hands of the clock smooth the skin, that spread peace over our body, the peace of passing time. Saying goodbye to our phases, living in peace with what we once were, with what we once had.

Oikawa was a firm believer in that. He was a strong person, he had always been a strong person. A person too strong for this world, who seemed to take whatever trick the universe played on him. He didn't think anything else was going to make him collapse to the ground other than his ambitions. Or rather the lack of them.

His ambitions, his goals, his dreams were always in the first place for him. That was why so many girls had already dumped him for it. For being in a constant competition between them and the great love of his life, volleyball.

Oikawa always wanted more, he always wanted to go higher. He was a wild horse without dominance. A current of a winter wind. He was never satisfied. He always wanted more and more. And if for that he had to be alone, without serious commitments to any person, no matter how much he liked her, he would do it.

That was what he thought until he met Y/N.

“Tooru” a voice sounded.

An empty suitcase on top of his bed was enough to make his heart sink. The boy, now twenty-five, turned towards the doorway of his room. A small smile painted his face when he saw Emma, his current girlfriend, in his doorway.

She looked at the mess of clothes, sneakers and towels on top of the player's bed with a mischievous smile.

“What is going on?” she asked, walking into the room with a raised eyebrow.

What wasn't going on would be easier to answer.

Over the years, Oikawa has shaped itself on its own terms. He continued to fight, to work, until he ended up where he was now. An Olympic champion, playing for the Argentine national team, with so many trophies that not even the shelf could fit. It was what he deserved, after so many years of being spurned, if there was one thing he deserved was that. Now he had Emma, a beautiful model he had met at a company conference, in his life. The two were fine, there were no arguments or dramas, no crying, no passion.

But how unfair was the world, he still was not satisfied.

“I look so good in so many clothes that I can’t seem to decide which ones to take” he gave her one of his playful smiles, those smiles that everyone complained about how annoying they were.

Every piece of clothing strewn across the bed seemed to be a reason why his heart was squeezing with every minute that brought him closer to the moment he would land in Japan. Argentina was his home now, but part of his heart would always be buried in Japanese soil. Mainly because of all her favorite people who lived there. But he hadn't visited him for a couple of years, and the times he did go it was just for a few days to spend time with his family. Oikawa had games to win, training to do, in Argentina.

Imagine his surprise when his national team coach announced a supposed season in a foreign country for one of the players. All eyes were on Oikawa, and he quickly felt his heart drop when he realized that they would be spending some time in Japan to train for the 2021 Olympics. some time in the country, even if it was a thank you gift for Oikawa's effort.

Such news led Oikawa to immediately call Iwaizumi, who pretended to be extremely irritated with the fact that, very possibly, he had to put up with his friend in all his training sessions, teasing his players and upsetting everyone. The thing Oikawa knew how to do best in addition to his services. But he knew that Iwaizumi would be happy to see him. He always was, despite trying to hide it.

This ended up causing Iwaizumi to send him some high school photographs that he had found in the bedroom of his old house.

And one of them was the same one he kept in his bedside table drawer. Another reason why the various relationships he had in Argentina did not last long.

A picture of him and his high school girlfriend. Y/N L/N. What for many was seen as a puppy love, for Oikawa it had been much more than that. It had been proof of how his ambitions would always trump the person he was with. Even if he loved that person even more than he loved himself.

It looked like she haunted him. From the moment he left on that plane, she had never left his mind. No matter how hard he tried to get her to leave.

“Let me help you choose” Emma smiled, with her sweet smile that lit up an entire room. He approached the bed full of clothes and began to choose the clothes that Oikawa liked the most, and that best suited him “Look, these ones will look good with you in Japan. Don’t forget it’s cooler there” she held a sweater and struck him with her playful eyes.

Oikawa laughed.

“I just wish I could take everything” he said, in a nervous tone “Japan is my home, but Argentina slowly also became it.” he took one of his favorite jeans and fold them along with Emma “I’m afraid it will be those situations when you feel like nowhere feels at home anymore.”

“It won’t be” Emma answered, on her usual serene, mature and understanding voice "Some people don't even have one home. Be grateful that you belong to two places at the same time. If you don’t have one, you always have the other”

That wasn't really what worried him. After all, Oikawa had always believed that his home is what he made it.

What worried him was the deliberate choice he was going to make, which was to talk to someone who had been his home after six years of not even saying a word to her. But even so, he still felt her inside him.

And it was his fault, no one else's.

When the fateful day of the trip arrived, Oikawa didn't know if he loved or hated airplanes.He always loved space. He loved anything that did not have limits. But he hated feeling helpless. At any moment the plane could crash, and he wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.

With his head leaning against the window, he looked up at the starry night sky. That sky that reminded him so much of his youth. He thought about what would happen when he saw his friends again. He knew nothing ever changed, but it still made him a little nervous to imagine awkward silences and not the chaotic energy that used to happen whenever they met.

And he kept thinking of Y/N.

In his innocent nineteen-year-old mind, in a faraway country, building his future alone, after breaking up with his girlfriend of two years. With the one person who made him question his love of volleyball.

Oikawa chose his dreams over her, and he knew Y/N would never blame him for it. She didn't blame him so much that, even after that, she insisted that they remain friends.

At the time Oikawa thought she had been selfish. If Y/N could perfectly live her life in Japan, talking to him every day, just like a friend, which he no longer could remember what it was like, he couldn't. The distance, the time apart, only made him love her even more. He saw her everywhere he went. As soon as he saw a (y/h/c) hair his heart filled with hope that maybe it was she, in a sudden impulse of passion, who had come to visit him.

But it wasn't her.

It was never her.

A year went by, and Oikawa couldn't look at any woman he met without thinking about Y/N, how much he wanted her to be with him. How much he should be talking to her on the phone, that she must already be worried because he hadn't said anything in some weeks. Then, they always found that photograph in the drawer. And then they left the house, unintentionally hurt by him.

He thought that time would heal the wounds, that the hands of the clock would soften his skin, that they would spread peace over his body, the peace of passing time. Saying goodbye to his phases, living in peace with what he once was, with what he once had.

Because of this, Oikawa decided to give Y/N a break. And pretend that she didn't exist, or that she never existed. Maybe if he pretended she didn't exist, he would eventually forget about her existence. A decision that now, at twenty five years old, made him want to bang his head on the wall with the stupidity of his thinking.

But, after all, he was only twenty years old. And what does a person know at twenty?

“Good evening, would you like some snacks, sir?” one of the hostesses asked.

Oikawa slowly returned to real life. He took his brown eyes from the window and faced the hostess with a smile.

“Some milk bread, please”

ハイキュー

some silly idea I thought of. i crave for second chance romance. pt 1 of maybe 3 parts. i hope you liked it <33

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa fanfiction #oikawa fanfic #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n

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kassies-take · 8 months

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If You Created A New Order

Sam: *runs to Emily, hugs and kisses her*

Emily: you’re hurt

Sam: *pink scars all over his body, some bites still open* there’s a new alpha

Emily: *worried* Jacob?

You: wrong Black *courtesies* there will be a council meeting later tonight. The pack will join us there

Emily: *hugs you and goes to the kitchen to prep food*

You and Sam: *eats*

Sam: thank you for saving my life

You: *teases* well I couldn’t let the pack be Jacob’s army now could I

Sam: *pushes your shoulders*

You:*smiles* before tonight, I don’t want you to be caught off guard. I want to you to be my Beta.

Sam: *smiles* I would be honored.

You: *nods* okay I’m off *stands* thanks for the food Emily! *leaves*

Rosalie: *perks up, puts your copy of “The Revenge of the Rochester Bride”down and looks at the balcony*

Alice: *sing songy* a wolf is here

Emmett: or rather someone’s wolf is here

Rosalie: *glares and gets up*

Quinn: don’t be like that Rosie

Rosalie: *throws the book at Quinn*

Carlisle: *opens the door for you*

You: Carlisle Hi. I may need you to look over my left side again

Carlisle: you shifted? *examines you*

Rosalie: *frowns* Sam made you shift?!

You: *sees Rosalie and smiles* Jacob… challenged for Alpha. It requires the whole pack to shift in the “ceremony”

Carlisle: the bones aren’t broken. They should heal on its own, just don’t shift until then please

You: *holds Rosalie’s hand and kisses it* There is a council meeting once the sun has set to discuss new… rules. as the leader of your coven you’re expected to be there.

The Cullens: *stiffen* of course

You: *nods* if you don’t mind can I steal Rosalie away

Rosalie: *beams*

Emmett: *sings* Rosalie and (Y/n) sitting in a tree!

Quinn: *sings* K I S S I N G!

Jasper: *proper* First comes love

Rosalie: *drags you out of the house*

Alice: Can I plan your wedding!

Rosalie: NO

You: *laughs*

You and Rosalie: *sits at the two-tier waterfall*

You: they’re cute

Rosalie: *groans* they’re annoying

You: the pack is the same

Rosalie: what’s going to happen now that Jacob is Alpha

You: nothing because he isn’t Alpha *sheepish smile* You’re looking at the new Alpha

Rosalie: *concern* you fought while you were injured?!

You: Carlisle said I was fine! *pulls her into a back hug and butterfly kisses her cheek*

Rosalie: stop I’m mad at you

You: *stops* tell me what I can do to stop you being mad

Rosalie: if Jacob challenged how did you become Alpha

You: Jacob already won, Sam surrendered and instead of acknowledging the change in leadership Jacob continued attacking almost killing Sam. I fought back to stop him…

Rosalie: *spins around in your lap* so what are your new rules?

You: *moves her hair behind her ear* the only one important to you is: if you want you can come onto our land. You are part of the pack now and though the pack loves you, the same can’t be said for your brothers and sisters

Rosalie: *raises eyebrows* they love me?

You: hard not to when their Alpha loves you

Rosalie: you love me?

You: *holds her hand to your heart* I do love you *smiles*

Rosalie: *sparkles from the sun seeping through clouds*

You: god you’re beautiful. *mesmerized* can I kiss you?

Rosalie: I love you too *leans in to kiss you*

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You and Rosalie: *holds hands and reaches the campfire*

You: it might take the pack some getting use to, but as an imprint you get to listen in on our meetings

Rosalie: I won’t tell the others

You: I’m not worried about that

Jacob: *snarls and blocks your way* what is she doing here. I’ll rip you apart for stepping foot on our lands.

You: *orders* SIT. DOWN

Jacob: *falters and sits down*

Rosalie: *bites her lip*

Paul: *sings* you wanna kiss the girl

Jared: yes, you want her

Embry: *joins* Look at her, you know you do

Quil: *joins* possible she want you too

You: okay enough.

Seth: *sings* There is one way to ask her

The Pack: *cackles*

Leah: go on and kiss the girl *puckers her lips*

You: not you too!

Rosalie: *whispers* it didn’t take long

You: no it didn’t *kisses Rosalie*

The Pack: *wooing, giggling, barking*

Old Quil: *grumbles* can we start this meeting now

You: we’re actually waiting for one more person

Carlisle: *arrives* thank you for inviting me

Billy, Old Quil and Jacob: *grumbles*

Sam: thank you for coming

You: I won’t keep you long Carlisle. Decades ago your family made a treaty with the pack. For the sake of the pack I would like to make two exceptions. Rosalie is allowed to come and go as she pleases.

Carlisle: *nods* and the other

You: I will allow Bella to be changed

Jacob: *growls* you can’t do that

Old Quil: this breaks law

You: and that is why we change them.

You: *ignores him* Bella’s involvement with our world has indirectly put my people and the people of Forks in danger, if by changing her can limit that I will allow it. *turns to the pack* All in favor raise your hands

The Pack: *shocked they get a say*

Sam: *hand shoots up*

The Pack and Sue: *raises hand*

Old Quil, Billy and Jacob: *keeps their hand down*

You: then it’s decided *holds out hand for Carlisle to shake*

Carlisle: *shakes your hand* my family and I thank you for your gratitude. we will not abuse this decision *smiles at Rosalie and leaves*

You: that settles that. Next order of business. Beta. I have chosen Sam. He has been Alpha before and his experience would help as second in command. That decision is final.

Billy: the Black line should retain leadership

Sue: a member of the Black line is Alpha, Billy

The Pack: *murmurs*

Leah: *leans towards you* as your best friend I would think you’d would choose me as your Beta

You: you are my best friend and so much of your life has changed because of this. I know you want a life outside of the pack, the first chance you get to stop shifting I want you to take that. I don’t want to hold you back from that.

Leah: *smiles and nods*

Rosalie: *squeeze your hand*

Sue: (Y/n) anything else.

You: yes. The one thing I was heavily against when I first joined was not being able to talk to those I usually talked to. And while the Council recommends that the Pack cuts ties I don’t believe that is necessary.

Old Quil and Billy: *protests*

You: our lives shouldn’t be dropped for JUST the pack. As long as the pack is not mentioned or their duty

Jacob: and what if they slip

You: then there will be consequences

Billy: and something happens? What if someone sees something they shouldn’t

You: then it can be addressed when it happens.

Sam: *nods* the pack members have been better about controlling the shift and I believe they have enough control to handle high stress situations they may find themselves in

You: *turns to the council* I know recent events have not been the best but the tribe’s protection has always been in my best interest. If a situation occurs where I am not equipped. I will ask the council and the pack on their to help make a decision.

Billy: *nods*

Billy, Old Quil and Jacob: *leave*

Rosalie: *smirks* Alpha is a good look on you

Sam: I have to agree *pats you on the back*

Paul: *pack call chirps and smacks your back*

You and Rosalie: Hey!

The Pack: *tries to do the same*

You: no! *runs away* still injured!

Leah: not injured enough to run

The Pack: *chases after you*

Emily: *walks up to Rosalie* you get use to it

#if you series #twilight saga #twilight #twilight saga imagine #twilight imagines #quileute pack #quileute pack x reader #quileute pack imagines #quileute shapeshifters #Jacob black sister #Leah Clearwater #Leah Clearwater x platonic!reader #Leah Clearwater imagines #rosalie hale imagines #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie hale #rosalie lillian hale #Rosalie hale x reader

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dontfuckingbother · 1 month

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Overexplaining my hazbin kins etc

Favs:

Angel dust - his character growth heals my soul. Best thing that happened to me since i found 10 bucks on a street when i was ten.

Sir Pentious - i would die for him, i would kill for him. Either way, what a bliss. I love him i love him i love him i-

Love:

Cherry bomb - she’s an icon, she’s a legend and she is the moment. -1 for wanting angeldust to loose his streak, +1 for respecting his choices.

Husk - half of the time i was sure his name was Hastur (for obvious reasons). He was kind of annoying but turned into one of the brightest green flags in Angel’s life. His voice made me shiver in embarassing ways.

Lucifer - apart from giving Charlie daddy issues, he was perfect. I would buy rubberducks from him.

Nifty - made adam shut up for good, was cute and chaotic evil. I love her.

Velvet - YA GAT IT TWISTED. IM NOT THE ONE WHO NEEDS MEW AATTITUDEEEEE

Like:

Alastor - just expected more from him. Tbh, its almost a love. 50/50. I have set a high bar for him after pilot and i do not intend to lower it down.

Vaggi - i call her veggi all the time. She had some plot twists, but overall she was fine. Her singing voice was not good, expected more from stephanie beatriz after encanto and all of that.

Valentino - he is abusive and i have daddy issues so don’t judge me to hard. Fuck him tho.

Neutral:

Ahh a category for those who did not enough to hate them and not enough to like them. Or made everything to love them and hate them simultaneously.

Adam - jackass, dumbass, mean bitch. I love him.

Carmilla - i don’t like her design, her singing voice was fine. Kinda annoying. I like that she was defending her daughters so much. OUT FOR LOUOUOUOOVE

Charlie - i wish she had bigger character growth. She was kinda annoying and kinda likable. She was fine. I think i like her. 50/50.

Emily - basically charlie 2.0. A little lazy design and writing. I like that she joined charlie on the iconic IF HELL IS FOREVER THEN HEAVEN MUST BE A LIE (would love to see her actually fall - in the best way possible) but as an angel it doesnt really make much sense for her to doubt institution heaven as much as charlie does. She is not a kid anymore, and she still kinda acts like one.

Tv girl - idk what to sat, shes got the spirit, but i dont know what for.

Lute - same as adam.

Mimzy - she was likable and selfish. Shes okay.

*drumroll* Dislike:

Vox - a pretty big disappointment. Expected more from him. He was okay, kinda bringing Vees together, but also he didn’t really add more to them. Disappointing:(

Zestial - disappointed, again. It seemed that everybody fears him, but the writers didn’t really give us as a viewer a reason why to. He was just sort of there, to move the plot ahead and let other characters do the talking and have impact on the story. Had really high hopes for him:(

#hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin adam #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox

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eldritchmochi · 7 months

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since shit continues to be wild, as evidenced by the oingo boingo voice WEIRD CANCER posts, heres.....

mochi, what the fuck is up with that?? (guts edition) 3.0

1.0 ; 2.0

i apparently have not seen enough specialists so i have an oncologist now. gotta catch 'em all and shit

tl;dr mystery mass did turn out to be technically cancerous. i do not remember the specific type off the top of my head yet but its a weird rare one, because of course it is. luckily its a kind that stays very localized, so it's not gonna pop up anywhere else in my body, and my surgeons did manage to remove all of it with good margins. i am now down the 3rd and 4th part of my duodenum and my gallbladder (which, fun fact, did have signs of chronic gallbladder disease, so i guess i didn't escape that family trend lmao). like all cancers, theres a chance it'll grow back, but if it does, it should be in roughly the same place and is unlikely to be fatal, just annoying

i've got a fuck off big scar building down the centerline of my abdomen, from sternum to groin. it is gnarly as fuck and i am excited to see how it heals. i already have some ideas on how to incorporate it into my tattoos. you can see pictures of it here if you're a morbid freak like me. be sure to look at my reblogs for updates, there will probably be several contained there down the line, for posterity :>

the first like 18hrs post surgery were uh. not fun since it took A WHILE to find some sort of non oral pain management that would actually work for me, so thats great, but sans ng tube, i'm getting by pretty okay with ibuprofen and tylenol with the occasional non-standard opioid. i've been home since tuesday, oct 10th; had a check in with a gp yesterday, oct 13th, and i'm healing well. staples will be removed on the 18th and theoretically i'll be able to keep them >:3c

i'm back to eating semi-normally. still on bowel rest, but it's not as strict as it was before and it's mostly because i am paranoid vs anything required by my doctors. i haven't been nauseous since i went under on oct 4th which is absolutely wild, and i've been experiencing hunger at normal, regular intervals including being able to eat breakfast shortly after i wake up, which i haven't been able to do without a high chance of barfing it back up immediately since i was a teenager

first oncology appt is on oct 23rd. sounds like itll be mostly setting up a plan and schedule for things like regular scans to watch for regrowth and possibly referrals for genetic testing

my pfml back pay came innnnn god only last week holy shit, and my wife got their big chunk of school loans for living expenses so we are mostly fine there. i am arranging with a local queer to come a couple times a week to help with regular chores and stuff at 40 bucks a pop. if anyone would like to sponsor one of those visits or some take out for us, i'm @/sumomomochi on both pp and vnm0

at this point the sort of stuff that would serve us best is GEEFTS. not like, physical things you pay money for necessarily, though if you're a custom dice maker and wanna send us clacky math rocks, i would not say no. things like comments on our fics (mochi's ao3 ; cherry's ao3) or fanart for em, should you be so inclined, would be incredible. cherry is very low key on the internet but i'm chronically online, so other stuff like asks about worldbuilding or fic process or fashion opinions or whatever would be fantastic for me. i am...... incredibly bored after sitting in the same spot for four months now, and i've got another 4-5 weeks of it (:

but! i have a good support system, personally, professionally, and medically, so i'll be alright in the end, just hmm. sure has been a fucking year jesus christ

#mochi rambles #mochi's medical mischief #eventually this'll be consolidated more for like #a less unhinged pinned post once i have the spoons to do a toc for fic stuff as a pinned instead but #ya kno #for now #oingo boingo voice WEIRD CANCER #pennicore

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shiningwonderland · 4 months

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Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Friend End Memorial - How to Quickly Heal Burns

“Huh? What’s that?”

I didn't understand what he was saying at first.

“Camus sounded like he was worried. Please don’t make me repeat myself, Ranmaru.”

He gave me a glance looking pretty annoyed, speaking pretty indifferently.

It was November.

We were in the studio together so I could record the bass for one of Ai’s songs.

It was when we were taking a break that the subject came up.

“I must admit, I was a little taken aback myself. I didn't suspect that even Camus could panic.”

“I remember him being pissed when there was a hidden camera in the dressing room.”

“Oh, yes, I do recall that happening.”

It was part of the show's plan, but Camus must have been pissed because he was putting on a character for work, and it would have hurt his career to have his true personality broadcast.

“He looks pretty collected, but he's prone to getting worked up, isn't he?”

I sometimes hear stories about how he sometimes breaks his stupid little butler character in the middle of a job.

I'm almost impressed how nobody outside the agency has figured out how he really is.

“But this… it’s different from that incident.”

“Huh?”

“He mentioned there was a burn and wanted to know what to do to make it heal faster.”

“That guy burned himself?”

“No, not Camus. It was someone he knew.”

I see.

“I then asked him why he didn’t take them to the hospital, but he clarified that the person who’d burn themselves insisted they were fine, and that it would be difficult to take them anyway.”

“Then, you should just drop it.”

If this person says they were fine, it doesn’t give everyone else the right to start babbling about it.

“Alright…”

Ai’s brows furrow as he thought, clearly not convinced of something.

“Is it common human behavior to worry and fret over others as if it were happening to you?”

…What was that all of a sudden?

“It’s not?”

“Well… Maybe.”

“That in itself is fascinating to me, but I never considered Camus to be capable of such feelings, so this is taking me a bit of time to process.”

“...Right.”

“I always considered Camus to be rather irregular.”

“Then, your impression was wrong.”

“Well… That may be true. What about you?”

“Me?”

“Do you ever get so consumed with worry over other people?”

“Not at all.”

I just wanna be done with this nonsense.

When I tried to reach for the bass guitar, the corners of his lips lifted a little.

“Of course, because you’re a “lone rockstar”.”

“You brat… are you looking for a fight?”

“No way. I wouldn't waste my time like that.”

Finally, the conversation ended.

Or so I thought.

“I assumed Camus was someone who didn't care much for others, but I guess he can sound panicked too... “

Ai was still going on and mumbling to himself, as if he still had something on his mind.

“I don’t understand.”

“Is it possible for a person's nature to change along the way?”

“What could trigger such a thing?”

“Camus lies so much to begin with that it's difficult to choose which pieces of data are reliable.”

“And speaking of unknowns, I wonder what is causing the occasional drop in temperatures observed in the surrounding area.”

…This guy was a complete mystery too.

“Don’t know. Now stop wasting your breath and let’s have a go at this one more time.”

I could still hear him mumbling, but I didn't care, I got up as quickly as I could.

... although I say that.

Thinking back on it afterwards, I really couldn't picture Camus panicking for anyone else.

I remember my earlier conversation with Ai on the way back home from the studio.

He's the kind of guy who considers everyone but himself and his queen to be pests. The sight of him worrying about others is beyond the limits of my imagination.

It's much easier to picture something else.

Like an alpaca standing on its head.

Or a hamster eating ramen noodles.

Who is he even worried about, anyway?

Camus probably doesn't owe Shining a thing, and it’s not like he gets along with his junior.

“I never… hear anything about his family.”

If this “earl” thing is true and not a farce, then it probably means he ain’t got much family left, since the title is something that’s inherited.

Could it be a pet, then?

Doesn’t he have one? A cat, or dog…

Horse?

But how the hell would a horse get burned?

“Is it… that woman?”

Then it hit me.

The composer who always stuck around the guy.

He mentioned they were together on the day we had dinner at his place.

I didn’t buy it because it smelled fishy.

But thinking about it now, that day, when I had spilled oolong tea on myself and we started talking, Camus flipped his lid.

“....”

He’s always in a pissy mood, but he’s been in an especially sour one whenever we talk to her….

“...Is the Earl is jealous? Camus is seriously in love with her.”

If I told Reiji and the others, they’d eat this up.

But I won’t because that would get too annoying.

But holy shit, I can’t believe it.

Camus?

I mean, I’ve come across plenty of composers, and I have to admit that woman has some talent.

She may even be a decent person compared to some of the other women out there.

But she’s so average.

She does not seem at all like the kind of woman Camus would be into.

In fact, why are they even living together?

How did this come to happen between the two of them?

The only thing in common between them is that they're partners.

I guess he prefers modest types like her?

It doesn't suit him.

“This… is stupid. What am I even thinking about?”

Once I'd collected myself, my stomach rumbled.

“That reminds me… I’m starved.”

I guess it's no good being hungry, because when you are, all you can think about is stupid things.

“I’m… going to go eat.”

I lightly scratched my head and turned my feet toward my apartment.

I don't care about other people.

As long as it doesn't affect my work.

I'm just going to sing my own song.

#utapri #all star #all star camus #camus utapri #camus memorial

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Halloween prompt(or regular once space clears up): MvM how would a S/O deal with a medic bot who keeps following them around? Maybe they encountered it during a wave of robots and now after two hours on the field their fellow mercs notice how they have acquired themselves a "pocket medic" hell even their own human medic laughs at how close the bot follows S/O around almost like a chick following its mother... Oooh they won't be laughing once this little bot begins to intentionally get the mercs killed out in the field while staying close to his new "Owner"

It could be an engie darling or maybe a new merc class I just thought to share this prompt cuz I love how the Bot would just follow instead of attacking

MvM bots 💜

Substitute

Yandere! Medic-Bot/Uber-Bot Short

(Halloween Event - Doppleganger)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sabotage, Murder, Possessive behavior, Deception, Jealousy, Robot gaining sentience.

You thought this tour with your team would go like any other. Bag rewards for crashing robots, then do it all over again. It was a fine living.

You've trashed all sorts of bots. Scouts by the hundreds, Giants, Engineer bots barely had a chance to get their teleporters down. Nothing was ever too much for you.

Although, there was one difference this time around. You had smashed a Medic-Bot's Soldier-Bot and it just... stood there. Normally they swapped to their more offensive mode when vulnerable.

You let it be until the bots thinned out. You weren't too worried as it was just a common variant of the Medic-Bot, although it was odd when it made no attempt whatsoever to heal its team.

"I'm checking this one out-" You announce to your team.

"You sure that's safe?" Your engineer asks, you shrug.

"Well, I think it's broken anyway. It would've swapped to the offense mode if it posed a threat."

Carefully you stand around the bot. It rumbles, clearly on, just unresponsive. You look to its side and notice the syringe gun. It has one so it's not like it's unarmed.

You pry the weapon off the bot so it can't use it before stepping back. Waving a hand in front of it doesn't make the bot answer your attempts at communication, either. You sigh, shrugging before walking to your engineer and tossing them the weapon.

"It's harmless. Here, extra scrap."

"Little robot is following you-" Your heavy points out, causing you to turn quickly.

"The hell!?"

They were not wrong. The Medic-Bot you disarmed was now right behind you. It had no other weapon except the medi gun. So all it could do was follow.

"Now what? Would you like me to sap it?" Your spy suggests, you shake your head.

"No need, it'll be fine. Let's just keep it out of the way."

You shuffle yourself away from the battlefield, watching as the bot follows. It was a bit scary to you, those emotionless blue eyes staring at you with unknown expectation.

"Alright... now stay here until we know what to do with you-"

"NEIN."

"What-"

Your medic almost bursts out laughing at the bot's insistence. You, on the other hand, are annoyed.

"Whatever... you'll end up blowing up by accident."

"Next wave incoming!" Your heavy calls, you darting to the front lines. The Medic-Bot follows close behind, much to your displeasure.

Then you noticed a blue beam around you....

"Well would you look at that... how do you feel?" Your medic asks, intrigued.

"It... feels like your medi gun's beam-"

"YES."

Now you knew the bot wasn't a threat. In fact, it was an ally. An ally you could use.

So you continued your tour like that. Blasting robots to scrap with a bot of your own to help. You honestly didn't mind the pocket medic.

"I may be out of a job if we keep this bot around!" Your medic jokes, the bot rumbling alongside you.

"Engie, is it possible we can get him a new coat of paint at some point? He may look pretty good in RED."

You smile at the bot, the bot focusing intensely on your face for a moment. You feel awkward at the staring before adding on to your last statement.

"That is... if you agree?"

"YES."

"Then maybe I will." Your engineer laughs. "He seems to like you an awful lot."

"YES."

"Strange... but cute." You chuckle softly before patting the bot on the back. "Keep up the good work."

The bot nods and you're in for another wave.

---

You've had the bot for a few tours now. After the first tour you found it on, your engineer and you had shaped it to be your own. New paint, tuning the medi gun color, pretty soon it looked like it was always on your team.

The bot reacted pretty positively to what you were doing with it. Although, according to your fellow mercs, the bot did not heal anyone that was not you. Your engineer tried to alter this but the bot become non-compliant.

Your medic even voiced concern when the bot stared at them. You just thought it was still fighting with its old programming.

Things did not become a problem until your team kept being sabotaged by your Medic Bot. The red bot would push them into crowds of enemy bots. That or just watch them fall victim to a bot when it could've healed them.

Your team started to think the bot hated them. It was docile and affectionate to you and you only. Your team caught you chatting with it so casually. The bot would sit and listen, even responding back at times.

Out of everyone on the team, however? It hated your medic the most. Your medic was subjected to borderline abusive behavior from the bot. It despised him.

That bot was always the cause of his demise. The way he was targetting your medic made them think they were actually being replaced. If that was true... why did it also get the others killed?

You knew you needed to do something about this. The easy answer was to scrap the bot but it always acted violently when it felt threatened. Your spy even said it broke their sapper.

It was learning and soon... you may not be able to stop it.

"It talks with you, (Y/N). You should try to disarm it." Your engineer suggested.

"I suggest you use this." Your spy gives you a spare sapper. "It makes it quicker."

You frown, you had grown close to this bot of yours. It would be sad to get rid of it, but you can't have it getting your team killed. That was the opposite of the reason you had it on the team.

Sapper tucked away, you went searching for where your bot went. Your question was answered when you heard your medic yell at something. Only for a robotic voice to yell back.

"Hey!" You call, stopping your bot in place. It spins its head towards you quickly before wheeling towards you. You grunt when the bot slams into you in a hug.

"MISSED YOU."

You sigh, pushing away.

"Mhm, missed you too, buddy. Now, can we have a private talk for a moment?"

The bot obediently follows you to a more secluded area of the base you set up with your team. With a heavy, yet nervous sigh, you begin.

"You've been naughty lately."

It sounded as though you were disciplining a dog. It even tilted its head towards you.

"HOW?"

"You don't even heal the rest of my team! They've been dying due to you."

"NOT THEIRS."

Your turn to be confused.

"Not... theirs?"

"I AM YOUR COMPANION. NOT THEIRS. I DO NOT HEAL THEM."

"So you get them killed?"

"YOU'RE NOT THEIRS, EITHER."

"We're a team-"

"WE'RE A TEAM. NOT THEM."

"No- we're ALL a team-"

"NEIN."

You sigh in frustration.

"This is exactly what I mean. Now, please don't fight me on this..."

You pull out the sapper your spy gave you, the Medic-Bot quickly recognizing the device.

"NO."

The device is torn from your hands and tossed across the floor. You're surprised by this but make a move to get it back. Only to be crushed by metal arms.

"NAUGHTY."

It echoes your words before pulling you back, far away from the sapper. You struggle, trying to call for help, the robot only muffles your cries.

"BEHAVE. YOU DO NOT NEED THEM. I AM HERE TO HELP."

You go to scream again, then you hear a large crash and electricity sparking. The Medic-Bot falls to the floor. When you turn, you see its head has been damaged.

"Next time. Let's not trust a robot." Your spy huffs, looking over your frightened face. They had shot it with their revolver. "Did it threaten you?"

"Yeah... you could say that-"

You shudder as you back away from the bot. Thankfully your spy was there.... You weren't sure what would've happened if they weren't.

"Let's send the scraps to Engie." Spy suggests before walking out. You refuse to touch the bot and walk out. You'd ask engie to retrieve it.

You think back to what would've happened if you weren't saved...

Would you have been hurt?

Would your team have been hurt?

Either way, you learned your lesson.

You were safe now... that's all you cared about.

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 mvm bot #yandere medic bot #panther halloween event 2022

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stormxpadme · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 No. 15 - I'm Fine

Scogan Bingo challenge Hangover

Logan woke up thanks to some pitiful whining from whomever he'd ended up in one room with after last night's maybe slightly exaggerated drinking excess at Stark Tower, and to utter confusion.

Indeed, he needed a few moments longer than usual after coming around, to sort his memories. How the fuck had that happened? It took a lot of booze to get his healing factor to its knees so badly that he felt even intoxicated for a few minutes. So chances were probably, Natasha had gifted him with a few bottles of the Russian good stuff as a thank you for some of the X-Men helping their favorite competing team out with yet another HYDRA attack on downtown New York yesterday. Most of the other team members had gone home right after that battle, but Stark had insisted, Scott and Logan should stick around in his main residence, for toasting to yet another triumph over evil … Right. Thinking about it, Logan was pretty sure, he'd spent a big part of the ensuing evening, continuing that promising little flirt with his team leader that had been continuously growing more serious and purposeful by the week, ever since Scott's and Jean's overly dramatic breakup following Jean's rebirth and demonic possession a year ago. And something – that damn other demon, the one at the bottom of the last bottle, probably – must have possessed Logan, asking Scott for a dance at the end of that damn bender, when the hall had been almost empty already … Oh. Oh damn. A groan somewhere between amusement, wonder, embarrassment, and a hint of anticipation on his lips, Logan rubbed over his face lazily when his brain finally went into fully orientated mode, his senses kicking in, and he realized, no, he hadn’t been imagining it … That was indeed a very well-known, grounded sense hitting his nose from the other side of that Kingsize, mixed with the distinctive ocean breeze note that was Scott's favorite aftershave and a slightly stale note of alcohol, not to mention Logan's own scent all over the guy. Yep, judging by what Logan could recall in spite of his still dizzy state, there was indeed a quite alluring reason for why he was covered in lots of sweat and … other body fluids. Oh well. That had been a long time in the making. It might not exactly have been the plan for last night, originally, but at least that annoying dance around the fire from the last half a year or so was finally over. "Good morning to you too, Slim."

"Stop screaming," a sleep-heavy voice rasped instead of the kinder, more charming answer Logan had half and half been hoping for. A complaint followed by another pained moan that might have alarmed Logan if he didn’t remember now Scott emptying one glass after another himself at that damn party. With someone who usually didn’t even touch the New Year's Eve champagne, that had been destined to go south from the start.

Just like that, Logan was suddenly wide awake as he realized, maybe giving in to his desire for this stupid bastard so readily hadn’t been the best idea after all. Not when they'd both not been entirely clear in the head.

"Why the fuck are we up?"

"It's two-thirty," Logan answered as diplomatically as possible, fighting to bite back the growing disappointment in his voice. Now that Scott and he had finally stopped being idiots about the attraction and feelings between them, he wasn’t interested in yet another fight about stupidities. Somehow, he had to get his dear team leader awake anyway though, with their duties at Mutant High waiting for them. The last chaos after the clusterfuck that had been the Cure and Dark Phoenix crises was still not entirely sorted out even months after, and neither of them could afford to be gone from the mansion for too long right now. "In the afternoon, in case you wondered."

"I didn’t, so don’t bother me with details." Logan watched as Scott pulled the corner of their shared blanket up over his head, robbing Logan of the delicious sight of his broad bare chest being covered in more than one bruise and bite mark. "Get out, leave me alone. Piss off Stark, hunt some deer or something."

"Would love to," Logan lied, feeling his anger grow by the second. "But my shorts and shirt are somewhere between you and that wall. And you promised Bobby motorcycle driving lessons. So you can either get up on your own or I'll have to carry you to the shower, bub. Anyone ever tell you you're an ass when you've been drinking?"

"You want me to blast you out of that window, you can try." Still grumbling, Scott peeked out from under that blanket again to glare at Logan from behind his glasses, and Logan decided in spite of his irritation, his lover looked absolutely adorable with sleep-tousled hair. "Why exactly are we naked again?"

"I'll explain that to you when you're older." Logan rubbed through his beard again tiredly, more disillusioned by the moment, and finally pushed himself to his feet, not entirely by chance tugging the blanket off Scott's naked shape as he went. He winced in sympathy when his lover instinctively sat up a little and tried to hold on to it but immediately buried his face in his hands with a noise like a dying whale. "Coffee, Advil, or hospital?"

"I'm fine," Scott snapped at him, followed by a hiss as he rubbed his temples with agitated fingertips. At another attempt to finally pry his eyes fully open properly and move his hurting head from one side to the other, he let out a little yelp, revealing even bigger gaps in his memory than Logan had feared. "You wanna tell me what that thing on my arm is?"

"Should wash off in a week, don't worry. Stark had one of these henna artists at the party. You said it kinda reminded you of me." Only even less sure now if Scott had actually wanted what had happened last night and accordingly with a hard lump in his throat and stomach, Logan reached down carefully to brush that stupid stylized wolf head on Scott's biceps with two fingertips but pulled away immediately when Scott's shoulders tightened as if they hadn’t been touching far more intimately just a couple of hours ago. Well, so much for that.

"Right. Next you're gonna tell me whatever I've got in my tongue there was my idea too." Scott's mood was audibly dropping by the second.

Logan decided, hungover Scott Summers was an even bigger pain than regular Scott Summers, which at least helped not feeling like shit that much. No, this was definitely not how he'd imagined the morning after the end of an arduous but allegedly successful hunt. Whatever. Not like he wasn’t used to pain or something. He should probably just find the rest of those bottles Natasha had given him to counteract that sobering up in more than one regard immediately. And in a month or so, it would stop hurting. Always did. "You sure as fuck had no complaints about it when you used that stud to make me come with your mouth two times last night. But you know what? If it bothers you so much that you let your hair down for once, take it out, swallow some of these smarties, and get dressed, and we just never talk about this again." No longer in the mood to act considerate, Logan slapped down a blister of the strong stuff from his uniform's emergency belt kit on the night table and bent down next to his lover's curled-up shape, reaching for said remains of his clothes next to him, ignoring Scott's new moan this time when the annoying water filled mattress shifted his slightly battered body. "Imma wrap things up with the Avengers. Try to look alive when I come get you in half an hour or so, unless you want our photo on the title of some mutant gossip magazine. You know Stark's always got paps outside his garage. Wouldn’t want anyone to know whom you ended up in bed with by accident, right?"

Before Logan could rush off to the bathroom to wash the traces off the night with a very cold shower and push it from his system that he'd ever had gotten his damn hopes up about this catastrophe of a relationship just waiting to happen, Scott reached up to him unexpectedly and pulled him back down on the bed, on top of him. Another agonized oof came from his lips when Logan, taken by surprise, didn’t catch himself in time and the considerable weight of his adamantium-steeled shape pressed against Scott's obviously quite oversensitive stomach for a moment. But in spite of the very unhealthy color on his cheeks, Scott somehow managed to fight down the threatening nausea. And finally, finally, there was that half-sided, very affectionate and, by Scott's standards, almost light-hearted smile on his lips again that Logan had come to love so much last night, this time definitely without any alcohol involved. "You're an idiot. You seriously think it's sleeping with you I regret?" With still very uncoordinated but determined movements, Scott buried his hands in Logan's hips, playful fingertips digging into his bare ass cheeks, and Logan had to try very badly suddenly not immediately getting hard all over. "I'm only pissed that I needed to drink my weight in tequila before I had the guts to take you to my room. You don't think I would have wanted to be fully aware when I finally got to eat you alive? Just tell me …" With another deep sigh, Scott looked down on himself, on the many traces of their passion covering his arms and chest. "… it was worth it."

"I got a better idea." Breathing away the last of this short moment of wrath, of fear, Logan bent down without hesitation to capture Scott's beautiful full lips in a kiss, fighting back a grimace about the fragrance of said tequila still lingering on his lover's body. "You get that sweet tight ass of yours in the shower now, brush your teeth, take your pills like a good boy, and let me do the boss duties with our government-sucking friends for once. And once we're home and the kids are all asleep, I'm gonna remind you in every single detail what we got up to last night. Lucky for you, I'm great at repeat performances. Then you can judge for yourself if it was good enough for the high Scott Summers standards."

"I'll take you up on that." Scott struggled to sit up a little, trying to chase another kiss but then suddenly turned another shade paler in his face, so quickly that Logan could only just reach for the ice cube bucket next to the bed in time to prevent a few less sexy traces of body fluids on his body. "You know I don't mean it when I tell you I fucking hate you right now, right?"

"Something would be missing from my life if I didn’t hear that from you at least once a day, don't worry." Logan patted Scott's head as he got up again and hurried to get to the bathroom to make himself somewhat presentable, not least so that he could fetch some more badly needed drugs from Stark's med bay. There'd probably been more romantic first versions of the famous Sunday morning after in dating history but he found, somehow, he still couldn’t wipe a stupid huge grin on his face when he stepped into the shower.

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#no.15 #i'm fine #x men #fic #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #fanfiction #stormys fanfics #scott summers #cyclops #scott x logan #scoganbingo #scogan #wolverine #whumptober2023

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purplekoop · 1 year

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I'm noticing a concerning pattern when it comes to balance discussion in Overwatch 2 (that's really been a thing for years, but feels more notable in OW2 as so much has gone into fixing this problem with the changes so far):

Balance and fun factor are both important.

Too often lately I see people in the community, especially big name community members yes mostly that one parading the idea that you should exclusively change a character in relation to balance. To these people, the only thing future adjustments to heroes should be concerned about is adjusting the dial of power in the context of a high-level meta.

This is stupid. I don't have a nicer way to put it than that.

Balance is a terrible way to exclusively design a game, because that completely overlooks every other possible aspect when the conclusion is just "well if it's all balanced then it's fine"

The hot-button topic right now is Brigitte, a character with a long and contentious history of balance changes, but who exemplifies this concept of "balance is not the exclusive factor" very well in my book.

See the thesis of that one big-name community member is that because Brig is good right now in Overwatch League, that means she's good. She's fine. She might even need a nerf because if something is good, that means it needs a nerf, right?!

But. No. The problem with Brigitte isn't that she's functionally bad, it's that she feels bad. She's designed like a half-tank that can soak up damage and brawl on the frontline while putting out solid passive healing as she does so. But, her health is so low that outside of her new Ultimate, she just gets chewed through if she tries to play like how her kit is designed. But she's ""good"" right now because instead of doing that fun thing, her optimal "high value" playstyle is to sit back in the backline, wait for the fight to come to her, and act as a bodyguard for the other support, who has the ability to actually contribute in the fight without getting torn to shreds for trying to be a tank without the numbers to be a tank. She's ""balanced"" because you can play her in the most boring way possible and still be ""effective"".

That's not. good.

I'd call it a "failure of design" or something but frankly that seems a bit harsh, I think it's just an issue that she's not properly balanced.

Reiterating, Brigitte may be effective in high level play, but not fun in low level play. As far as I'm concerned, one of those is a lot more important than the other, and I think skewing the overall "voice" of the community to the former is a very dangerous prospect that undermines the actual feel of the game for the MAJORITY of its playerbase.

And this isn't a foreign concept to the devs, in fact for this I'd actually say they're more aware than those big high-level players because hey they're actually... making the video game! and want it to be fun! So when I see the big players acting like a pouty child over even the possibility of a fun-oriented balance change to a hero they may just plainly not like, it's a little concerning, but thankfully the devs know to stick to their guns at the right time more often than a lot of people would give them credit for.

I dunno, random rant, but as someone who intends to get into some kind of game design, this is a thing that annoys me about Overwatch balance discourse because it's just so one-dimensional and ignorant of a way to look at things.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow2 #overwatch gameplay discussion

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captain-astors · 1 year

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1, 2, 6, 7, 10, 20 and 26 asks, I included question 26 a few minutes ago

Thank you!

1. Who is your favorite character(s)?

I’ve discussed my current ones already but my first favorite characters were Nishiki, Yoriko, Hinami, and the very guy who got me into the whole series, Tsukiyama. So glad they all remained consistent and important parts of the story that were never taken for granted or disregarded by the main characters right.

2. And your favorite ship?

I ship rather like a particular eater. I take bits and pieces of the fine meals you have prepared for yourselves and I congratulate everyone on their tastes! I enjoy them all in moderation so long as they are not illegal. Some more than others. (Utaren, Houtata, Arieto etc.) But will I dine upon those when serving myself, regardless of how appealing I find them? Nay. Should you follow me home and see what I think of, or consume, you will see me over the ship equivalent of a basket of uncooked potatoes covered in whipped cream, (MutsKanae) and a combination of caesar salad dressing and a singular green pepper. (Furutui) Judge me for my choices and I agree but tell me to stop and I will refuse. But it does change frequently so tomorrow who knows. However, it will never be wholly sensical. I thrive on crack pairings. I think I effectively murdered that metaphor.

6. Which character do you find most useless or indifferent to the story?

I want to say every character serves some kind of purpose, but Suzuya’s squad besides Hanbee kind of didn’t really need to be there. Like you could’ve mashed them all into one third character and been none the worse off. That said I don’t mind that they are there and I wouldn’t change it, I just don’t think they need to be.

7. Which character(s) do you dislike? For a time, Ayato. Fun design, annoying kid. But he was already beaten up (and actually learned a lesson from it instead of just contemplating how sad his life is cough cough Kaneki) so I don’t have any remaining qualms.

10. Which character deserved more? Or was it more unfair?

Rize, but I talk more about that in 26. Mutsuki! My son, what did they do to you. He is riddled with transphobic messages but I will ignore them because he is mine now and he cannot be hurt anymore, what do you mean he joined a different branch of the CCG upon its collapse and abandoned his friends he’s healing with them, trust me.

20. If you could trade coffee for anything else to be food for ghouls, what would it be?

Okay assuming we’re still operating under the rule it has to be a one-ingredient thing that can’t be mixed with others without tasting disgusting anyways… I’m going to say straight vanilla extract and look yes I know, tumblr meme but that’s not actually why I said that, can you IMAGINE the awkward workarounds they’d have to figure out to justify it. Anteiku’s a bakery with a suspicious number of vanilla flavored products. Tsukiyama the baker. A human takes a swig of a ghoul’s drink and dies. Beautiful.

26. If you could sacrifice any character to bring another back, who would it be?

I would like to trade in a Kaneki for a Rize. Specifically I want him to drown in the dragon with Nimu while Dragon Rize actually gets revived, autonomy, personality, mental function and all. Changed? Obviously. But free again in a world where she doesn’t have to run from herself. I just want to see her get to be herself without the objectified lens of a man over her to make her some kind of driving force, regret, etc. Or her own actions trying to bury the scared kid she once was through murder and indulgence. She was kind of on a self-destructive warpath from the moment of her escape, and regardless of how her intent was to distance herself from the garden in every way possible, counterintuitively her suppressed fear would’ve ended up with her right back in the garden. Anyways all in all I want a character who Kaneki has not deemed “good” to be given another chance. Kaneki’s fixed world (or world that “just is” according to him) is not a paradise for ghouls and humans alike, it is paradise for Kaneki. I would like an outlier.

#miscellaneous not-art things #tokyo ghoul #zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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The Occasional Gain

Read here or on AO3!

Jungkook turned his head toward the bedroom when he heard a thump, calling out to his husband he said, “Baby, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jimin responded, his voice sounding slightly muffled and not entirely convincing.

After another sound echoed down the hall and what seemed like a quiet groan, Jungkook decided to go check on his husband who was supposed to be getting dressed for their hike with Namjoon and Jin.

The sight he found when Jungkook walked into their bedroom brought a smirk to his face, assuming that this may be what was going on. Jimin was sprawled out on the bed, laying on his back with only an ill-fitting pair of jeans that he had been clearly fighting to button for the past five minutes.

Jimin evidently focused on his task, had not realized that he now had an audience so he continued his attempt. Sucking in his bloated stomach as much as possible, his hands pulled in both sides of his open pants with all his strength. He wiggled around a bit and just when it seemed like Jimin had gotten the button through, the fabric slipped through his fingers and returned to its open state - both sides only further emphasizing his slightly rounded belly.

Bringing his hands to his face, Jimin let out another groan that sounded annoyed rather than upset and angry. Jungkook found the entire situation to be equally adorable and arousing as these moments were kind of rare for them.

Three years ago, Taehyung had gotten Jimin a partially funny, partially serious gift for his bachelor party that was an interactive kink checklist to do with one’s partner. Jimin knew that it was supposed to make him laugh, but he also remembered Taehyung telling him how much his and Yoongi’s sex life improved after doing one for themselves.

The couple already knew some more casual things considering they had been together for five years, but they were both pleasantly surprised to find that food and things related were high on the list for them in complementary ways.

Jimin admitted that, whether it was connected to his own food struggles during his youth or just an internal desire that he was finally recognizing, he enjoyed the thought of being fed and seeing some of that care from his partner becoming visible. Jungkook, on the other hand, simply had an intense need to spoil Jimin and the idea of softness growing from his doing was something he considered to be a bit of a fantasy.

The arrangement developed slowly, Jimin wanting to do research and fully discuss their goals and boundaries before even initiating anything. He made it clear that there were elements to it that were absolutely off the table for him. Jungkook and Jimin had an incredibly active lifestyle, both having fairly physically involved jobs and enjoying being outdoors with friends - all things that Jimin did not want to give up.

Jungkook had no argument, telling Jimin that he was looking forward to exploring this new part of their relationship but would never compromise Jimin’s health or happiness for his own pleasure. That was exactly what Jimin needed to hear and from that point on, they thoroughly enjoyed themselves at their own pace.

While not actively gaining with set goals they hoped to reach, the couple simply relaxed Jimin’s self-imposed guidelines on his food intake. As a dance professor at a university in Seoul, Jimin remained consistently active - although he had volunteered to add the dance theory class to his courseload so he did have more standard classroom time now.

Without intending to hide their new endeavor from their friends, it was still supported and fostered by their sweet reactions as their assumptions were based on a different thought process. Jin and Yoongi were the first to pull Jimin aside and tell him that they were proud to see him actually enjoying food now and that he was healing from his once difficult relationship with eating.

Over the past two years, their relationship had only gotten stronger and their casual participation in that aspect has certainly helped, especially in their sex life. Jimin had probably gained around twenty pounds since the start that had been maintained, also sometimes fluctuating higher or lower depending on what was going on. Jungkook vividly remembered how incredible their night had been last Christmas after they realized that Jimin had finally broken the thirty-pound mark with his enthusiastic indulgence over the holiday season.

Jimin then went on to lose ten pounds during a particularly intense spring semester where he was asked to choreograph the skill test for his senior seminar students. It had been the natural course of how the process went for them. They would occasionally spend a night stuffing Jimin to the brim to celebrate something or when Jungkook knew they had a few days to recover allowing him to spoil his husband.

There had been a few moments where Jimin would tell Jungkook that he noticed the gain or his clothes were getting tighter, but Jungkook could not recall getting to enjoy a scene quite like this one. It was obvious that Jimin was fighting against his full stomach to button his pants which meant they probably still fit prior to eating, but it was still attractive as ever.

Jungkook finally decided to make his presence known by asking, “Having some trouble there, my love?”

Jimin moved his fingers to look up at his husband, remaining laid out on the bed with no intention of moving yet. “Oh, shut up, this is all your fault.”

“Is that so? How exactly is this my fault?” Jungkook asked, thoroughly enjoying himself as his eyes slowly followed the soft curve of Jimin’s middle which was rounded up into the air. After looking over his husband, Jungkook realized that this was probably the biggest he had ever seen Jimin outside of a full-blown stuffing session.

“We need a big breakfast to fuel us for our hike today. Have a little more, you don’t want to get tired. Oh, but I made the waffles for you, Minnie. I know what you did, Jeon,” Jimin huffed, running his hand through his hair before letting his arms fall to the bed - sending a ripple underneath that slightly jiggled his little belly.

Jungkook then sat on the opposite side of the bed to continue his view of his husband but also get close enough to drop a kiss on his forehead. “I don’t recall any complaints when I refilled your plate, darling.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Whatever.”

“You want some help?” Jungkook asked while laughing, moving his hands closer to get a feel of his husband’s taut belly for himself.

Jimin smacked his hands away and let out another sigh. “No, just let me…ugh..” he groaned, getting his hands back in place for another attempt. Jungkook watched the poor attempt to suck in his packed stomach again and then the inevitable failure to button his pants.

Jungkook chuckled and patted Jimin’s midsection, enjoying the tight bounce while he said, “Baby, just get your new pants out of the closet and be done with it.”

They always kept a size-up in stock because of Jimin’s fluctuating weight. He often needed them the day after stuffing if he, for some reason, needed to wear jeans.

Jimin’s eyes looked up at his husband in embarrassment, a light flush filling his face as he whispered, “These are my new pants.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, eyes blinking back and forth between Jimin’s face and his still unbuttoned - larger size - jeans. “Really?”

Before Jimin could even respond, Jungkook had pounced on top of him - hands finding purchase on his husband’s bloated middle and mouth attaching to his plump lips.

“God, baby, you are so fucking sexy, you know that? I love your body, would keep you this well-fed all the time if I could,” Jungkook said as his mouth traveled across Jimin’s soft skin. Jimin’s little gasps and wines that fell out when he put pressure on his stomach only fueled his fire.

“G-Gukie, have to finish getting ready, need to leave soon,” Jimin stuttered out, attempting to keep his husband’s focus on the fact that they had plans that day.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, hovering above Jimin and taking in the debauched state of his husband. “We will most certainly continue this tonight,” he said with a surprisingly soft smile considering what he had just finished doing.

Once he was standing, Jungkook laughed again when Jimin simply lifted his arms up in a silent question for help. He pulled his husband off the bed, immediately appreciating how standing up further proved that Jimin’s pants were not going to be buttoned at that moment.

Jimin’s hands landed on his belly and then he looked up at Jungkook with a faux pout knowing what it did to his husband. “Shouldn’t have had the second waffle.”

“Actually, I think the waffles would have been fine. It was probably the bacon and hashbrowns and eggs on top of it plus the fruit and-”

“Okay, okay, we get it. Sorry for enjoying your hard work making us breakfast,” Jimin said, cutting him off while not sounding even slightly guilty.

Jungkook smiled and pulled Jimin into his arms, enjoying the press of his husband’s belly against his firm abdomen. “I love you.”

Jimin’s expression softened, endeared by his husband’s sudden shift in mood. “I love you too, Ggukie.”

The sound of Jimin’s text tone filled the room, breaking up their quiet moment with a reminder that they really needed to leave soon to meet their friends for the afternoon hike.

“Okay, I guess we are doing leggings today,” Jimin said to himself as he walked back into their closet.

Jungkook laughed as he watched Jimin tug the tight pants from his body. Then, he was hit with an idea thinking about the fact that his husband’s jeans were only fighting with him due to his very full stomach. “Hey, love?”

“Yeah?” Jimin called back as he was picking out which stretchy leggings to wear.

“Save those jeans for tonight. I think you are going to be pretty hungry after our hike. Maybe we could have a little fun with dinner,” Jungkook replied, clearly hinting at feeding Jimin right out of his pants that night and enjoying the pink tinge on his husband’s cheeks when he nodded in agreement.

Jungkook knew that this was an infrequent opportunity for them and he was going to take it. He also knew very well that Jimin was going to be starting his fall semester in a few weeks' time and this lovely added weight was probably going to melt off before they would eventually add it back on during the holiday season.

With the goal in mind to finally pop a button on Jimin’s pants, Jungkook was looking forward to getting home as quickly as possible tonight and maybe even busting out the scale just to see how successful his hard work over the summer had been.

#bts feedism #bts weight gain #chubby bts #starter belly jimin #chubby jimin #casual feeder jungkook #soft bellied tannies

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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About Demon King of the Desert

First, let me say it shocks me how swiftly this story got off the ground and gained this crazy following.

It beat Contract out of the water in less than a year and all from people who don't know or care too much I'm using a character from another franchise.

I appreciate that all. Truly.

It's amazing to read comments from folks who said 'they didn't know about Overlord at all but certainly love the character or are tempted to check it out'. Or they just become Demiurge fans in general. ♥ That's amazing. I love it, as I do feel his character gets little to no attention in the source material.

However, problems are arising on and off on my other social media accounts, so I figure I'd address them here.

-- Demiurge is from Overlord. An anime/ Light Novel Isekai series. I know one person said they couldn't get my notes to load well in chapter 1, so they missed that part when they found my art on DA, so I'll post that comment again here. Yes, he is his own entity in that story, and has no relation to the source material. I could change his physical appearance as I have some of his abilities, and he'd be 100% mine. As is in that story, he's only about 50%. So keep that in mind. -- The story took a bit of a backseat lately because of other projects I'm interested in and, also, the end of the year is just all around hectic for me. I barely have the emotional or physical energy to work on stories/art as I'd like and mostly do other things. Is it on hiatus? No. But I can't say I know when I'll pump out another chapter. The last one was horribly rushed, and I didn't like that. I kinda hate how much like 'filler' it reads to be honest. I do have a small memo pad jotted down to explain the easy end to the story. It's there. I have it. But writing the scenes to get there is a challenge. Bear with me. lol I have ADHD and sticking to one project out of many is hard. Very hard. -- Unless you think you can use HTML to downsize a proper gif/image, do NOT submit it into your comments. I just had to block someone who kept putting large images from Overlord into the comments and it was getting annoying. It may look fine on mobile, but I use PC way more than mobile. Call me old-fashioned, but I don't use my phone unless I'm away from the PC. Again, the story is NOT from that universe. At all. Do not make references to it. -- I do not want children near my mature works or my space at ALL. If you cannot handle the themes of this story without writing/thinking goofy things, then it's obviously not for you. I don't want you reading my stuff if it explicitly states 18+ and you're under 18 or just emotionally immature. -- The Alpha/Omega is a theme presented in the story with very little in your face A/B/O dynamics. Sexual themes are not as frequent as I had originally planned. The main reason for this is the story was meant to be 10 chapters at best and come to a swift, and more horny conclusion. I was writing it away from Overlord because I wanted to heal from fandom abuse at the time. It was a cathartic piece that blossomed into it's own world. Like all my stories, however, it grew legs and ran off on its own--giving more story than sexual themes. Odd as it is to say: I love sex to be given at the right time. I love the build up of it. But I put the tags in there to warn there are scenes of it all the same. It might sound like there's sex in every chapter, but I promise, there's not. -- I do not want it posted anywhere other than AO3 or Wattpad! As of current, it's only posted on those two sites. If it ever gets reposted anywhere else, it is not my doing. So please. Notify me and or report it!

I thank you all again for your support. ♥ I will return to it when possible. I promise!

#thanks for the love all the same #i just didn't expect to get so many out of nowhere questions about it today #but i promise. it'll be ended probably next year #and we can all move on to another fantasy. ♥#but thank you so much so far for the love. truly #mod talks #writer woes #the demon king of the desert

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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(Im sorry this got so long mpc, need to stop writing whole ass mems in the askbox via train of thought..)

I don't want to believe it. I really dont. I dont wanna believe this memory. But my brain wont give me any other possibilities for how I got my facial scar. I didnt even think I had the damn thing 'til I was doing an edit of myself the other day.. And now I'm bombarded with this-

Im.

Kaeya was just supposed to be this annoying uncle who kept comparing me to Diluc and teasing the hell outta me. He wasn't supposed to- Wasnt supposed to hurt me. Even by accident. (which YES it was an accident and I do not hold it against him).

I just wanna forget I ever remembered it but its attached to such an important memory I can't.

I was mad. I was UPSET. Kaeya was about to do something terrible and I was PISSED. I was protective. Of the quiet wanderer girl I had been befriending in the library for probably 2 weeks at that point.

I snooped in the knights business more than I should have and I KNEW Kaeyas fucking horrible plan. To provoke Collei. To try and make her look bad to Amber, or possibly kill her in the process? All over some stupid fucking diplomats.

And SURE I was 14, it was stupid of me to try and step in and talk some sense into him to begin with, for all I knew I had misunderstood what was going on. I dont fucking know but god damnit we all know Im PROTECTIVE.

So I got mad. I yelled at him, I tried to stop him, and he did what any adult would, tell me Im a kid, I dont get whats going on, blah blah.

But you know what I DID get? What I DID understand? That Collei was MY AGE. We were 14 during the webcomic events. That if Kaeya was willing to provoke Collei for wrong doings? To not even try to question her? To just take her out as if she were a grown adult? Then what would he have done if I did something wrong. Would he have done the same to me? The boy he had taken care of as a baby? Had watched grow up?

What was the difference there, Kaeya? You kept trying to tell me it was different but I STILL dont get what was different!! That you didnt know her? That she was sick? That she was used by the Fatui? I dont see how any of that changed the situation!

Im- Sorry for the tangent- Back on track-

He turned to leave, he was always kinda bad at listening to me. Or really being able to say anything when he knew I was right. It was just never on topics this important before.

So I lunged at him. As a final last ditch effort to stop him.

And Im still not totally sure how it happened- It all happened so fast I struggle to remember how exactly his blade struck my face. Or if a shot of cryo did it instead? I'm not sure what cut my cheek but it was bitter cold. It hurt. It stung. It was certainly cold enough to kill many cells on impact, it was a bitch to heal afterwards-

And he didnt seem to realize he had done it til it was too late. Until I had backed off and I was holding my cheek trying to not scream too loudly.

He immediately tried to apologize. To offer help. But understandably I was pissed. I was furious. I was hurt and betrayed by the closest man I ever had to a father. So I yelled at him some more.

"FINE, BACK OFF! GO KILL HER IF THATS WHAT YOU WANT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I think I ran off to exit the headquarters through the back. I had to climb over the training ground walls but I didnt even care. Probably left a small trail of blood if Im gonna be honest.

If memory serves I went straight to Dawn Winery. To Diluc. Mom and the other knights were busy with the festival.. I-I don't know I wasnt really thinking. I just knew Diluc would understand my concerns.

I guess Dilucs near silent offers to shelter me should I need to get away from the knights. To be there for me if I ever needed him. None of it was in vain. Because I did need him sometimes. I don't know what fully came of the situation but I can't imagine the talk those two likely had was a pretty one.

But he patched me up. Calmed me down. I didn't usually get that emotional. It was tiring. I can't remember if I stayed at the winery for the night or if I went home. But I was back to favonius hq the next day-

And Collei was safe. A few small injuries. But she was safe. She was alive. And Amber was still right by her side.

And I can only assume Kaeya listened to me.

So I guess it was worth it. I don't care what happens to me, whatever pain I have to endure, as long as the people I care about are okay it will always be worth it.

Always.

~Razor Minci 🕯♟

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #razormincikin #face trauma cw #scars cw #injuries cw #memories issue #murder cw #ableist language cw #prevabuse #long post #slurs #alcohol cw #just in case #mod party cat

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