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robin374 · 3 months
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ROBIN HIHIHIHI, THINK FAST
*throws u silly HCS ideas yet again aggressively*
SOOO I KINDA GOT ATTACHED TO OUR ASSHOLE OF AN ANGEL, ADAM SO I WAS THINKING:
Adam x Sweet angel reader
basically reader is the most sweet person u can encounter, like always complementing Adam, giving him hand made gifts and etc, and then theres Adam.
wanna know how this dynamic will go
luv ya
"ᏖᏂᏋᏒᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏗᏒᏋ, ᏕᏬᎶᏗᏒ ᏖᎥᏖᏕ!"
Character: Adam x reader (Romantic)
Notes: I'M BACK, I've finally finished my exams YIPPIE
Summary: Reader is a sweetheart and Adam somehow falls in love with them.
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I'm pretty sure that he's always trying to make you angry in some way. For example, he will be trying to annoy you all the time, and you will answer him with a sweet smile asking him if he's happy that day because he seems more enegertic.
We all know that he sometimes says really morally questionable things, so whenever you hear him say those things you will hit the back of his head and scold him.
At first he thought that your kind and sweet nature was a sign of weakness, because well, he's always around Lute and the Exorcist angels. However, when he saw you ruining someone's day with just a smile and two sarcastic but bold phrases, all those negative thoughts about you dissapeared. Now you have a supportive angel behind you everytime you argue with someone. And with supportive I mean that he's flipping the other angel off while saying "That's right, bitch!" or "You tell ém, sugar tits!"
Yeah, he's pretty obvious with his crush on you, and he's not ashamed. He told Lute about it, she was bit confused at first, like... She's sure that your blood is pure sugar, how could he fall in love with you? You're the total opposite. But, she was happy that Adam found someone after the events with Lillith and Eve...
He's a bit insecure of those events, I mean, he's afraid that Lucifer goes to heaven and steal you away from him. Then, he realizes that you don't even know about the exterminations. He won't tell you, and if you were at the council when Charlie tried to talk to Heaven's leaders. He will be very afraid that you turn against him, that you see him as a monster. Of course, you don't want to accpet that he's been killing souls, even if they are in Hell, they don't desever to die permanentely.
He tried to apologize telling you that those souls desever it, they were in hell for a reason, right? You told him that as long as he didn't kill any children or people who didn't really deseve it, you would let him go down to Hell. If not, you would tell Sera and even God about it and forbid him to go to Hell.
Before the extermination he wanted to talk to you in private. "I want to tell you something, sweetcheeks." You looked at him with a smile. "I... Sorry, you..." For the first time in centuries he was at a loss of words. So, he decided to kiss your lips. It was a bit aggressive at first, but when you softly put your hands in his cheeks his tensed up body loosened a bit. When you separated, you looked at golden eyes, which were looking at you softly. You caressed his cheek, you knew that Hell was going to fight back in that extermination, you knew that he was in danger. "Just don't die, please." You whispered. "I won't die, sugar. I'm Adam, the Adam, the original dick! They can't kill me." He said while hugging you. The, he put his helmet on and flew off to Hell. You gave Lute a gaze that asked her to protect him.
What you didn't expect was to see Lute without an arm. You rapidly rushed to her and started to treat her wounds. While you were stitching up her arm, she took something from a bag. It was a halo similar to Adam's. Suddenly you felt a knot in your throat, was he dead? The look that Lute gave you told you everything. "I tried... But... I'm so sorry..."
You took his halo and put it next to your heart. Tears were falling from your eyes, Lute didn't know what to do, should she comfort you? Should she walk away? Call someone? She just decided to stand behind you waiting for you to say something Now, you had mixed feeling about Hell, you were sure that souls could be redeemed and that extermination was wrong. But how could you fully believe them when they killed your lover?
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nose-coffee · 1 month
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“I’d like to play you another song about suicidal depression. It’s about – if you are a certain type of person – me – . . . uh, you hear about somebody who did something horrible and drastic and you feel bad, but there’s a part of you that goes, ‘what, that’s, now I know, now I recognize my kind, because he did that.’ So this is about a guy who did a terrible thing and he couldn’t live with the memory of it, and so he went and did a worse thing, and it’s called ‘Cry for Judas.’”
- John Darnielle, frontman of the Mountain Goats
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damieni · 1 month
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am i really who i claim to be ?
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theloveinc · 11 months
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bakugo x reader - i guess a lil drabble related to my succession!au here! caitie writing? it's more........ no jk im just as surprised as you...
(warning - toxic relationships, sex as business tactic, you wear a thong but gn otherwise i think, made up business lingo idfk)
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You’re already waiting for him by the time Bakugo makes it back to his office. 
Blazer off and strewn across the arm of the leather armchair you lean against, fingernails clacking away as you type a message on your phone; you look busy, you look sexy, you look mad, though he already knows why you’re here and you waste no time either in looking up from your device to absolutely scour. 
 “Fuckin' what?” he grumbles, throwing his own jacket and stack of files next to yours, refusing to give in to the thought of looking into your eyes, something he knows will cause more of a fire to light up in his veins rather than put him into a business-like mood.
“You said no.” 
“‘Course I did," he responds before you can say anything else. "Your write-up was crap, and I don’t feel like wasting time entertaining unnecessary shit.” 
“It’s a good plan. Would make up the public outburst you had that tanked our stock fifteen percent. You and I both know that.” 
He does, but he doesn't care enough to risk another move that might cause more harm than good. It's not like his sour personality is a secret from the business world or has stopped him from getting what he wanted in the past.
“If you care so much about it just go ‘n get Deku to approve it. Fuck knows all you do when I disagree with your stupid ass ideas is cry and get him to start signing shit, anyway."
“That is not true!” you hiss, one of Bakugo’s very-clearly-plucked eyebrows immediately raising at the annoyance in your voice. “My advice is great, and yeah, I do think you should take it sometimes.”
“It’s average at best and you fucking know it"—it's actually better than average, way better, it's just hard to say now that Deku's got top spot in the running for CEO, a fact that pisses Bakugo off so badly that he can't even think about your talent lest he lose his mind even more—"You’re just one of the board's little brats. Spoiled rotten.” 
You purse your lips at that, eyes narrowing as he stands up tall. “Like you’re any better. Getting mommy to call competitors anytime one of your shitty deals doesn’t go through.”
He approaches you, hands leaving his pockets as he walks you back into his desk—your ass meeting the oak just as he begins unlocking his cuff links and pushing his sleeves up to the bend of his elbows. You stand there in silence, in faux-battle through your glares, though it’s not much longer before he puts his hands on your waist and jerks you to his chest. 
“Least I do my damn job instead of sucking dick on company time.”
(You don’t remind him that it was actually him on his knees the last time any inappropriate workplace intercourse occurred… nor that it was Kiri’s idea—not yours—to screw your way into Yo Shindo’s board of investors. He already started a fight the first time it came up, lord knows he’d have an aneurysm if used it against him in an argument, too.) 
“Fine,” you wiggle your hips in an attempt to loosen the static between your bodies, but he only seems to get closer: the newly-tenting fly of his slacks digging into the soft dip of your own pants, instead. “Next time I’ll go ask Todoroki for advice then and you can work alone.”
He nips at you where his mouth presses against your cheek, hands splayed on your back to keep you from being pressed into the hard line of wood at your hips. You inhale at the contact, turning your face away from him if only to let his mouth fall next to your ear. 
“Talk to that half and half fucker in front of me, baby,” he whispers, “and you watch what fucking happens.” 
His fingers dip themselves into the band of your panties, tugging the elastic away from your skin in such a manner that the string of your thong gets pulled taut between your ass cheeks. 
“Bakugo…” you warn, pulling back to glare at him though simultaneously giving into the fight, your hands leaving your hips to swat his away from behind you before they’re allowed to do anything more lewd.
He huffs, though his chest rumbles in the most silent of laughs as he catches your palms in his, swinging them back around til he’s holding them between you at your front. 
“You’re such a damn tease,” he leans down close enough to touch his nose with yours, your breath warm and enticing on his lips. “Gimme a kiss for wasting my time.”
You roll your eyes. “No. I’m reporting you to HR.” 
“Like hell you are. Kiss me.” 
 “I’m gonna kiss Deku.” 
Hands still tangled with yours, he tears away for only a moment to fake a gag over his shoulder. 
“That’s even worse!”
"You deserve it."
And he doesn't exactly disagree.
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chamoemileclown · 9 months
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i don't really have a drawing idea per se but i think it would be nice to see you draw slimeriana :D
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I've never really gotten into shipping stuff but I constantly think about how Slime framed Juana's knife and Mariana's axe. I like to think that both of their absences on the server is because they're both in eggxile, occupying the same space but avoiding each other.
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phatcatphergus · 5 months
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I keep thinking about how off the island seems to the residents. And while that could just be the ptsd from purgatory, what happens if it’s not the real island? What if it’s just another trick to put everyone through true hell? Believing or wanting to believe you’re finally safe and sound before the rug is pulled.
What happens if tubbos heaven, his baby girl, isn’t actually part of their real home? What if his hell is to leave her behind to go to the real island? The Feds aren’t going to leave the residents in such a place for long, especially if it’s not part of their own mind games. But the new eggs aren’t part of the original island. Tubbo would rather die then leave sunny, but if the Feds want their residents back, there’s no stopping them.
Fed agents pulling tubbo and sunny apart as he kicks and screams and fights because even if the land they’re on isn’t his true home, the person he’s being forced to leave is. Tubbo would rather spend an eternity in hell with his little girl then one second back on the island without her.
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spoopy-nevermore-dump · 10 months
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Hey pssst hey. Have you ever considered: Montada?
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I hate it, and it nearly killed my hyperfixation
But I understand my opinion on this may affect others, and many may be hurting from this episode soooooooooo
Art requests open
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livsmessydoodles · 2 years
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do you even feel anything?
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sommerregenjuniluft · 9 months
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@jegulus-microfic 17th august — Stag — 1053words — cw: grief
Regulus had only turned his back on Harry for a second. He swears.
It’s always like this with children though, isn’t it?
One moment you’re pleasantly picking wild blackberries for yourself and your son on your walk by the forest
—getting the ones all at the top of the bush, where none if the foxes or other animals could have been mucking about, errant twigs poking at his torso through the thin cotton long sleeve—
thinking your kid is still playing about with the big stick he’d picked up halfway into their walk,
and the next you turn around, fondly popping one into your mouth only for your smile to fall at the blood-freezing sight that’s greeting you.
Regulus heart downright stops for a moment there. Must be, with the way everything seems to slow to a snails pace, blood rushing in his ears when he sees the enormous stag take another step closer to Harry.
Which is currently squatted next to the little creak, poking away with his stick, none the wiser of the herbivorous, intimidatingly pronged beast slinking up to him. Head bowed, antlers ahead.
Shit. Are stags territorial? Is it mating season? Fuck, Regulus doesn’t know.
The animal sniffs audibly and then huffs a breath, making Harry turn at the noise, mouth falling open.
“Harry,” Regulus is surprised his voice comes out this steady when he feels like his kneecaps are seconds from turning into loose sawdust, “Harry, it’s alright. Come over to me please,” taking a careful step to meet Harry halfway, “Slowly, baby.”
But his kid doesn’t seem to hear him, doesn’t listen.
Quite the opposite, apparently decides it to be a good idea to befriend the monstrous forest creature, drawing out of his crouch to reach out a confident palm.
“Harry,” Regulus hisses sternly at his thirteen year-old, to no avail. He really thought the ‘my child insists on touching everything without listening to me’ phase was long behind them.
Regulus takes another two calculated steps closer to the pair, keeping his eyes laser focused on the animal as its head follows Harry’s rising motion and makes another curious half-step forward, hoof thumping noisily against the mossy ground.
And then Harry’s hand is stroking over the stag’s long face and the animal just— let’s him. Tilts it’s head almost carefully into it as Harry’s fingers drive up its forehead and then down his nose again.
A few quiet steps later, and still tense like a bowstring, Regulus finds himself so close he can see the stag’s eyelids flutter at the caress, huffing a breath through it’s big, wet nose that almost sounds like relief and something shifts in Regulus.
Spine straightening and arms falling limply to his sides as he watches Harry’s bronze skinned fingers mingle with the longer hair at the animals jaw, swallowed by fur of the exact same color.
The stag leans in and nuzzles at Harry’s neck for a moment, making him squirm and breathe an awed laugh, “Wicked,” when it pulls back.
Movements oh so gentle while his muscles are rippling formidably underneath its warm coat.
A warm breeze ruffles Regulus’ curls against his forehead and the next moment there are warm brown doe eyes staring at him. The stag having pulled up to his full hight, huffing a breath into Regulus slack face.
Harry nudges his side with a distracted elbow, mumbling fiercely, excitedly, “Say Hi to him, Papa,” and it makes Regulus swallow, inexplicably.
“Well,” he has to clear his throat, his voice hoarse, “Hullo,” and for a blink it seems like the Stag’s eyes are crinkling in amusement.
The massive animal lowers its head again, antlers grazing Regulus’ stomach and he holds his breath, staring unseeingly against the bark of the tree opposite him before he feels a wet nudge at his hand.
Looks down and nearly pokes one eye out at one of the prongs before he lifts his fist automatically, fingers enclosing the black berries.
Regulus hums in understanding and goes to divide the pile into three portions. Grabs Harry’s wrist and tips four into his palm, keeping six for himself, three in each hand.
The Stag’s muzzel is warm, humid breath and bristly fur, stumped whiskers feeling their way along Regulus’ sensitive skin. It tickles and Regulus chuckles from it, right as there’s an almost playful scrape if dull teeth before a big tongue laps away the fruits juices.
Brown doe eyes watching intently as Regulus pops his share of berries into his own mouth one after the other, warmth pooling in his chest, blooming and straining from the inside against his ribs.
The stag leans into him too then, sniffing leisurely along his jaw and giving a damp nudge against the high of his left cheekbone. Where’s a constellation of moles James always likes to— liked to favor.
Regulus barely represses a wince, eyes flitting over to Harry, who’s still enraptured by this magical encounter.
As fast as it appeared the Stag bids his goodbye, huffing into the crook of Harry’s neck once more, eliciting another snicker and turning to leave. Not lingering and it makes something sour twist inside of Regulus, anger flaring as well as the nostalgic feeling of bitter acceptance crawling down his esophagus like retreating bile.
Regulus’ eyes don’t let up though and, miraculously, the gigantic Stag throws one more glance over his big shoulder, huffing then proceeds to leave, weaving between the stems and ducking under low branches.
When they get home early noon, they make a hearty breakfast with eggs and bacon, pancakes and jam and as Harry goes up to his room for coursework Regulus cleans up the dishes and slides the mark one day further on the kitchen calendar. March 27th.
They visit this part of the forest frequently from now on, of course. Amazed by the tame forest animal. Having luck in meeting him only ever at the end of the months, it seems.
On Halloween they don’t go.
They visit the cemetery instead. With flowers, like every year.
There’s an un-typically warm breeze ruffling Regulus’ curls against his forehead for the season according weather, and it smells of mossy forest ground and earthy musk.
This year, the tears that roll down Regulus’ cheeks, instead of dropping down his stubbly chin, find home in the corners of a wobbly smile.
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chradorya · 3 months
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D2 - is it over now? "I think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting"
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transmasccofee · 9 months
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Im back from being forced to touch grass look at my nensai light novel wip
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Also bonus doodle page from the other angsty light novel
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multifandomenjoyerr · 6 months
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Hi honey!(/p, if the nickname makes you uncomfy let me know!!) it’s me again!
Could I request Aizawa and Sir Nighteye from bnha as caregivers to a baby regressor? Your the best and remember to drink water!!
💤 Aizawa & Sir Nighteye Cg headcanons 🖍
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🎸; i'm fine with any nicknames! If anything I'm more surprised (I'm not used to being called anything lol) also u are speaking my language honestly,, we need more aizawa and sir nighteye cg!hcs. Especially nighteye because I haven't really seen any of him yet— so I here to deliver:] and remember to drink water as well kiddo!
⚠️: timeouts (brief, with aizawa), implying of Nighteye's future/fate(?), Insecurities (with Nighteye)
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Aizawa 💤
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💤 ; he isn't a people's person, we all know that. Preferring to keep things to himself and prefers to avoid social gatherings and social interactions. However despite not liking the idea of being a 'people person' that doesn't mean he doesn't like kids
💤 ; he doesn't know how to explain why this is, but he hates seeing kids (especially his students) hurt. And this includes age regresors. He is most likely not a stranger to the topic; teaching a whole class id guess there's at least 2 students that regress. So telling him about this was a lot more easier on your part.
💤 ; quite frankly you didn't even plan on telling him at first. After his class before you went to Mic's class he pulled you to the side. he asked you a few questions about it; and after some reassuring words you told him about your regression. He just nodded his head and that was the end of it. Right?
💤 ; well, yes and no. This didn't affect how he taught you in his class. And he didn't really lower his intensity when it came to his rough training. (Afterall, you need to learn the hard way to get better at hero work right?) However after studying your behavior for weeks, he knew when you were Regressing and when you weren't. No matter how good you can mask it, he can sense something going on. Yk, dad senses.
💤 ; he knew he can't physically do much when it comes to training. It you were to slip during mid training he will take you to the side to have a small chat. If you're nonverbal/just don't want to talk about it, he'll take you back inside the school and let you hang out in the teachers lounge for an hour
💤 ; the teachers lounge is basically your small playground because of aizawa. There's a tv, books, a pillow fort, a toy box and fidgets. Don't have it? Just ask and he'll find a way to get it into the office
💤 ; he trust me. He was on his knees begging Nezu to just bringing in the books. Took alot of begging and convincing to get Nezu to bend. But he's got it
💤 ; can and probably will hold your hand at random when you're little. Missions are scary, especially if you're little and can't handle the stress— he will always hold your hand as if spiritually telling you he was there for you
💤 ; anyone saying anything mean to you/about your regression is a good way to be tied over the highway (of course not to the intensity point to where that person is in immediate danger. But to prove a point he wasn't to be messed with. Despite it sounding cruel, nobody says anything to his students. Even the other students.) Or he might just tie the person to a streetlight and it would take hours to get down. It just depends really
💤 ; immediately protective over you. If a villian even so much as put a hand on your shoulder, better watch out. Aizawa is on a rampage and nothing will calm him down until he got you back. And he always finds a way. I can promise you that
💤 ; if you misbehaved the only thing he'd do is put you in a corner and afterwards give you a stern talking to. But don't worry, he usually cracks and he can't find it in his heart to be stern with you
💤 ; proud dad. (holding a picture of you); "LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER/SON/CHILD!!" and will make sure to shove that picture in people's face like a trophy. He's.. interesting lol
💤 ; no such things as limited petnames? Have suggestions? He'll listen. If you don't want to be called anything, he'll listen! But if you don't care, he'll settle with "kid/kiddo/my baby"
💤 ; like taking naps? So does he. He'll invite you to his sleeping bag and will cuddle you inside it. He takes naps like 50% of the time. His favorite hobby fr
💤 ; the type of caregiver to check in on you often via messages. And hey, If you ask enough times he'd stop by your favorite restaurant before coming home
Sir Nighteye 🖍️
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🖍️ ; being a caregiver isn't all sunshine and rainbows for him. He's often insecure about the caregiver 'lifestyle'. Often thinking you'd be better off with a different caregiver, or at least someone who could provide alot more than he could.
🖍️ ; after him being forced to stop being a mentor for Mirio, he grew distant and stopped trying to put effort into helping students in UA. Until he met you.
🖍️ ; him being your mentor and you being his new Mentee was something he didn't agree with at first. All might suggested the idea and he was like "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try."
🖍️ ; he was your mentor for let's say,, 5 months. And you two grown considerably close. Like any mentor and Mentee would. And that's when you had to tell him. It wasn't your cup of tea, but he'd end up finding out sooner rather than later eventually. His response being "oh. I think I saw that in a book of mine somewhere.." so I think he supports?
🖍️ ; it wasn't until the 7th month of his supervision he became your caretaker all together. (With our without guardian (s)) he still looked after you. Took you under his wing when you needed it the most you could say
🖍️ ; he noticed you slipped for the first time when you had a shut down. When he saw you start to cry, he began to almost cry too. Not that he can't handle negative feelings, but it's a weight in which if he messed up he knew he couldn't make up for it (depending the situation)
🖍️ ; that day he kept you in his arms, shushing you quietly and reassuring soft words to you. Not good with actions, but has a way with words for sure
🖍️ ; he cried once you drawn a picture of him. He put a thumbs up and said with a trembling breath: "it's good" while his glasses fogged with tears threatening to spill. My man can't handle affection in any way, trust me. Hell just end up either crying (happily) or praise you for like 2 hours. No in-between.
🖍️ ; he's like siri if you set a reminder but she doesn't stop reminding you and she doesn't shut up. That's basically how he is. "Did you drink water today?" "Did you get a good rest?" "Are you feeling better today?" He has good intentions, but he doesn't shut up
🖍️ ; carries around a backpack with things you might need. Coloring books and crayons, comics/books, maybe a few DVDs if they have a TV in the building, snacks, drinks and any gear if you use any
🖍️ ; the type to be like, "no we have too many (insert something) at home. You don't need any more" and by the end of your shopping trip he buys it anyways
🖍️ ; (if you don't mind petnames) he calls you Kiddo
🖍️ ; if someone has something negative to say, they better say it to his face. And trust me, nobody wants that.
🖍️ ; afraid to look into your future, fear he may see something that he doesn't want to see. So, he tries his best to not do direct eye contact, to not trigger his quirk when with you. He is pretty cautious when it comes to the eye thing ,
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bigfrogdraws · 5 months
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Imagining the angst of benrey kinda being a Parental figure to Joshua and Ben taking Gordon to gamestop to met his friend josh and both having a coniption fit at the others existence while Ben just slowly comes to the realization
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gordon then proceeded to yell at benry in the parking lot for at least an hour
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emisnt2 · 1 year
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i'm so unwell after reading this chapter, anyways all of you should read "Area Hysteria" by @c-c-cherry
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snowthornes · 10 months
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➸ Avriel | @uroboros-if
✦ Moment of Creation 🍂
In the all-encompassing cradle of the universe, Avriel came into existence within the embrace of light. They first felt pain. The universe wracked every thread of their existence with the agony of every being, all at once — then soothed the fractures left behind with the love of all that ever was and ever will be. Upon his first time laying eyes on another being, he attempted to replicate her smile. The first... emotion he ever felt in the waking world was curiosity.
✦ Pieces of a Soul 🍂
➸ Avriel stands at 5'9. He sits with his knees curled against his chest whenever he can get away with it, making him appear to be smaller than he actually is. 🍂
➸ He can be quite contradictory in the sense that while he approaches the world with an unrelenting — sometimes reckless — optimism, he’s always very surprised whenever someone seems to enjoy or even want his company. Years of subtle, minor, rejections have trailed him since his creation, as if the waking world was determined to wear him down little by little. As a result, he has a severely low view of himself when it comes to his worth as a friend or as company.
Despite that, he persists with dogged optimism and continues to seek out the company of other beings. He keeps trying, keeps hoping, but he never really… expects to actually get anything back. 🍂
➸ Rarely holds grudges. He could be called forgiving at best, and overly passive at worst. 🍂
➸ Not one to hide his emotions, he often speaks without thinking. Fortunately, for what he lacks in tact, he makes up for in intuition. He’s quick to sense the emotions of others, including discomfort or distress, and will immediately back off and apologize if he feels he was the cause. He’ll attempt to make amends, but whether he's successful or not is a different matter. 🍂
➸ Avriel loves to dance! He started learning when he was young and picked up different styles by observing other mortals and deities, though Rafaele was also a very willing (and delighted) teacher. Would be all for dipping his dance partner in a dance! In fact, it's at the top of his bucket list! 🍂
➸ Has a sword he often uses in his dances. Avriel picked up sword dancing when he was young. Years of diligently honing his skills in the art have made him skilled in the dance of the sword, able to move his body and blade with the lightness of a swallow. 🍂
➸ Like most beings, Avriel has his personal preferences. He particularly likes eating meat. His favorite flower is the Krio firosafa. Delicate and enduring, they are often overlooked because they are always there, as if there would never come a day when the streets would truly lay bare of them — Avriel thinks there is much worth treasuring in that. 🍂
➸ Extremely affectionate. He makes it incredibly obvious when he's happy to see someone, whether platonic or romantic, and will perk up with sparkling eyes upon seeing them approach. Loves pestering friends once they've gotten close enough — a befriended (or romanced!) Ciocana may find that a happy and secure Avriel can be even more of a menace than they are. Although he would settle down somewhat when with a more reticient friend, content to accompany them in quieter activities. As long as he's given a sense of security and acceptance, Avriel is happy to follow their lead.
It's uncertain what the ettiquette is in Galaio in regards to skinship, but if Avriel were a being in the modern world he would be the type to affectionately link arms with his friends or drape himself over their shoulders. 🍂
➸ Becomes quiet and subdued when upset. It is rare that something affects him to this extent, but when it does, he shuts down like a flower withered in winter. There is an off-putting silence in his expression, in his downcast eyes. It is best not to leave him alone when in this state. 🍂
➸ Is very active, and prefers to take the longer, more creative route rather than simply using the streets. He often climbs, leaps, and bounds his way around Lucidio in an effort to add some fun to his hectic yet rather repetitive schedule. It works, most times! He appears to be drawn to high places, and can often be seen crouching on a pillar or making himself at home on a roof. 🍂
➸ Is actually quite content with his current life. While he’d probably definitely fall over from shock and joy if he got even a single offering from a mortal, his lack of power or recognition isn't something that weighs on his mind, not anymore. He’s long come to terms with his status and makes the best of it — though the mockery occasionally thrown at him still affects him.
Although it would be nice if the world wouldn’t look upon him so harshly, Avriel’s dearest wish is to have meaningful relationships with other beings — bonds where he can safely go to them and know that they want him there. If he were able to have such relationships one day… well. Who could ask for anything more? 🍂
➸ His fathers are his anchors. Avriel is a being who thrives off love and attention; his fathers have always given him the steadfast, unwavering love and acceptance that the world so often withheld from him. Even now, he actively seeks out them out when the endless streams of errands in Lucidio start to make him feel a bit too lonely, a bit too isolated. He adores their frequent visits very much, and is always noticeably livelier than usual for a few days afterwards. Avriel loves them dearly. 🍂
✦ Height Chart
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✦ Afterword from Distant Lands
You’ve reached the end of this monstrously long post. Congratulations! You survived 😌✨ I really appreciate the time you’ve taken to see this little person that I made, so. Thank you. Thank you very much. Ahead is an afterword elaborating a little more on the background of Avriel’s relationship with the others. I tried to make it short, but… it appears I’m not very good at this short and sweet thing. 🫡
When I started forming Avriel, I wanted to make it clear that he had imperfections of his own. He has qualities that will make him clash with the other characters of Uroboros — at the beginning, anyway. 
(In case you missed the link at the top of the post, Avriel is my MC for Uroboros by @uroboros-if !)
Due to his passive tendencies and his subconscious wish to preserve the “peace” that he has carved out for himself, Avriel will initially be extremely wary of Alessi and everything they stand for. The fall of the reign of the gods? He really doesn’t like the sound of that. But passive he may be, Avriel carries a heart that stubbornly longs to love the world and all its beings. The things Alessi will show him may just break Avriel out of the passive shell he's unknowingly created 🫡 I’m looking forward to seeing how they will clash and develop together in the future.
Avriel will have to look past the lens of his hero worship for Luciel in order to truly understand the person they are — imperfections and all. Though come what may, you can rest assured that Avriel will always be Luciel’s number one supporter! But to close that distance between them, Avriel will have to do his part and understand that putting the other person on a pedestal will only do more harm than good to a relationship.
His relationship with Luciel is inspired by the ‘looking’ scene with them. I imagine Avriel halting in place and staring Very Starry-eyed at Luciel during the times he meets them as the text from the Looking scene skitters through his head at the speed of light, a scenario I find extremely funny and will hold onto till the day I die. The MC talks about Luciel’s eyes and kindness a lot, and I took that fact and ran with it.
Salvatore… Avriel's relationship with him is quite complex. I’ll wait to see how future chapters develop before I write more about their relationship. However, I will say that I pounced on these paragraphs from the game to use as a foundation:
He opens and closes his mouth, tasting the words on his tongue before deciding. "Please, let's speak another time! I wish to hear more from you." You see a glimpse of his younger self—Salvatore from a bygone era, when things seemed less complicated, less troubling. You think time has robbed him a part of his spirit. He has become busy. So very busy.
I suppose I felt a faint sense of regret from that last paragraph. The regret of standing before a person once so very close to you, and now so changed. For the better, most people would say, but Avriel secretly wishes that Salvatore could have stayed as happy and carefree as in the past. Though Avriel doesn’t really know that. He’s not one for introspection. He just feels very complicated whenever he meets Salvatore, though he still does his best to regale the deity with comedic retellings of his errands in Lucidio. Just to make Salvatore laugh.
As for Ciocana, I’ll also wait to see how future chapters develop before further shaping his relationship with Avriel. I feel that Ciocana has a lot of hidden depth that we have yet to see. But going off of initial impressions alone, I can say that Avriel definitely had a very good first impression of the other deity. It was an instant squish, if you will. Avriel’s boundless energy syncs quite well with Ciocana’s mischief, and if given enough time to develop, I feel their dynamic has the potential to become the “ride or die (enthusiastic)” kind. 🫡✨
Aaand, that’s all. Thank you for reading this far (again). If you've somehow managed to read this far, then 💐🥺💍hand in marriage pls. Avriel was a joy to create, and I’m really looking forward to seeing how he develops in the future. The world within Uroboros is so wonderfully crafted, its characters so vividly alive; Avriel would not have existed without it. I’m very grateful to the author for sharing their world with us. Thank you. Have a very good day, and may you all have as much fun writing and creating your characters as I did!
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Why do you like sebchal? I like it but I need to understand your appeal because I never know if Seb really likes Charles.
well, first of all, i have no idea if seb likes charles. i'm not on his head to know what he feels 😭 i believe he does, but even if he doesn't it's irrelevant. charles likes seb and i'm a selfish bitch that wants what he wants. so if i need to kidnap seb and deliver him to charles mansion in monaco, i will. i want what charles want!
now on a serious note, there are a lot of motives for me to like sebchal. the most important case here is that i love ships based on mentor and mentoree. also the fact charles is a sugarbaby kinda helps here charles was obsessed with seb during his whole juniors career and this is not a secret. he always wanted to drive alongside seb. he always wanted to impress him and to beat him. seb was always the person charles looked up to (and still is somehow). maybe he pushed too much, and ended up replacing him, because this is racing. so i can only imagine how charles felt in this whole situation.
imagine you spend most of your juniors life being a simp for that one person, obsessed by his career and the person he is. than you have the chance to drive alongside him but end up replacing him. they send him away and you'll never know what could have been, how he feels about you. does he hate you? does he hate you?
but anyway, it just proves that if charles is the driver he is today is because of seb. he said it literally though. "if i became the driver i am it is also thanks to what seb taught me." seb motivated him and made him better. also about the fact he actually still makes the notebook thing to this day - a thing seb taught him.
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and i can quote charles to eternity, tho. because he always talks about seb with so much love:
"when i arrived at Ferrari in the first year i was very impressed with seb. it was probably very strange for him because i was very shy and didn't know what to say when i was around him."
"he texts me regularly. seb always tries to make me feel better when i'm going through a difficult period."
"it's nice to see how our relationship has evolved since i first met him."
"it's sad for me, it's going to be strange to not see seb inside the paddock."
"there are many moments with seb that i remember well. not necessarily moments on the track, but also moments at the factory."
"i’m very happy with seb." - this when seb was staying for one more year in ferrari.
"our relationship is very strong"
"i will always have one or two passes if he wants to come to a race because i will be very happy to see him in the paddock"
as for seb, i have no idea of how he feels, but i believe he likes charles a lot. it's about sebastian fucking vettel knowing he is the greatest but also saying "you are the most talented driver i've come across in 15 years in f1" and he saying charles was the man of the future and he was looking at his younger self. it's about him having his fall from grace for charles only. seb learned to let go of things that no longer were meant to be and helped charles to recognize his own worth. their time together was really special for both.
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i'm sorry if i see this ship from a charles pov mainly, but that's not my fault just like i said i'm a selfish person and sebchal is the neymessi of f1 for me.
@spearmint-blue anything else to add?
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