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thesilmarillionblog · 4 days

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PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT

Chapter 1: Don’t try to fight the storm, you’ll tumble overboard

Summary: You've been working with Butcher and his team since your sister died in a plane crash caused by Homelander, and months later, you met Soldier Boy. Drowning between hatred and your desire to have your vengeance, you have to face your feelings for Soldier Boy eventually.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Female! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt, Language, Asshole Soldier Boy, Mention of Death

Word Count:2106

A/N: English is not my first language.

Its been a year since the greatest supe ever known of America woken from his forty years of sleep, and it did not even take a large amount of time for your thoughts to revolve around him only. Oppressed with grief, your life has been consuming you inside since your sister died in a plane crash caused by Homelander. It changed many things. It made Butcher and his team find you; it turned you into something you couldn't name anymore. Each passing day was the same. You were all alone with despair when darkness took over the daylight; you knew you did not even mourn properly for your sister. What's worse was that you had fought just before the flight. Funny, that was the only time you two had a fight in twenty-three years, and it was over for nothing. Time heals, they say. They are all wrong. It won't heal a shit till it kills and throws you away with one last heavy strike.

The day you rescued Soldier Boy was definitely a hard day to forget. He looked like an unleashed, savage animal freed from a cage. Actually, he was literally something like that. Ben was so hard to control. Besides, the worst thing about himself was not his character; it was his erratic, nuclear-muscled chest, ready to blow up anytime. It was a hidden menace under his thick skin.

At first, you weren't sure if Homelander or Ben were worse. Probably both were pure supe evils in their own unique way. After all, intentionally or unintentionally, they both hurt many people.

All things aside, at least you were certain about one thing you truly craved for. The only thing. Homelander must die.

Walking on tiptoe, your heart was beating fast, and it was not the first time. Your palm was sweaty around the pistol, and your knuckles probably turned white. No need to be humble; you were a good shooter, a very good one, but you weren't sure if you could aim right into the eyes of the supe you were looking for when the right time came. Ben gave you the big eye and almost chuckled. You knew his senses as a supe were highly developed, and that made things embarrassing for you. In addition, the house being so silent and dark was another problem.

You did not know when all these things started when he made you feel such things. Maybe it was just a silly and temporary crush that would disappear sooner or later. However, as time passed, the way you reacted around him just grew irrevocably stronger. It was getting out of hand or already did. You hated that feeling but loved it; you also despised it and became obsessed with it. He was hard to ignore in every way, especially when he was that heartbreakingly handsome.

“Hey,” he said mockingly. “Why so excited suddenly?”

You were both grateful and angry with Butcher for leaving you alone with Ben in such a place like this. You were chosen to work with Ben most of the time since he broke Hughie's arm, got into a fight with Annie and Frenchie, and threw Butcher to the tree. Lucky for him, he was on Compound V, so, no one wanted to spend a single second with him. Especially Hughie was scared as fuck of him.

The only one who did not have a fight with Ben was Kimiko, as she never said a word at all that could make him mad in any way. Though you knew Kimiko was even more savage talking to Ben with sign language, you never dared or needed to translate her words directly.

Checking around nervously, you took a deep breath. “I am not excited.”

“Don't worry, it's not a big deal,” he continued, ignoring what you've just said. “I am used to such things.”

“What things?”

“You know,” he sighed. “Knowing that the strongest supe in the world is with you right now in this house and all alone got you wet. I’m sure your clit is flickering with such excitement that you might cum any moment.”

Judging by the look on his face as he went on acting his fingers obcenely and not stopping talking in an inappropriate way, he was amused. You just wanted to shut his voice completely down. He was not familiar with embarrassment at all. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, waiting for him to finish his pornographic ted talk.

Taking back some steps from him “Have you totally lost your mind? Every single thing you say is so gross and nasty,” you finally said. “You're so delusional; you should have been an author.”

It wasn't the first time he teased you. His choice of words was getting more obscene each time, even though you never took them seriously. The things he said caused pathetic butterflies to punch your stomach hard. But you knew Ben was being like this to everyone. It was in his nature, after all.

“Say delusional one more time and see what happens.” His sharpened eyes were fixed on you.

Fuck Butcher.

“Ben,” you whispered nervously. You got closer to him and touched his chest hesitantly.It would be a terrible idea to get on Ben's sensitive nerves. It would be easier if Butcher was there. “Are you on coke?”

“Course I am.”

Pushing your hands away from his chest with a rough move, Ben looked around cautiously, searching for any sign of the supe.

You followed in his footsteps. “Do you hear anything?”

“No.”

Stopping for a moment, you sighed. You did not want to push his buttons any further. “Is it true that this Supe can play with memories? Does she change them? Like mind control?”

“Worse.”

You felt his posture suddenly get serious.

“How?”

“The slut has a strange talent that can make you see stupid things, things you desire the most. They’re all fake and all made up stuff. Total bullshit.”

“What happens if you see them, though?”

“It’s impossible to wake up if you are a little pussy. You'd trap yourself like a rat driven by pathetic fake scenarios just because your little brain is a weak shithole and you’re just too scared to face reality. That’s it."

The way he sounded made you even more curious.

“You sound like you experienced it,” you said, raising your eyebrows.

Judging by the way he sounded, you were sure he experienced every single thing he mentioned. But what could be Soldier Boy's nightmare or dream? You were dying to know what he desired the most. What on earth would be his dream? He always looked so confident and sure of himself. It was like there would be nothing in the world he would ever desire. Of course, it would be Crimson Cuntess. Remembering the way he looked at her with disappointment made your stomach crumble in pain and despair.

“Absolutely nothing,” he insisted. “Only pussies desire things they can't get, right? I am smart, and I can have everything I want, sweetheart.”

“I thought it would be Crimson Countess,” you murmered, hoping he would not get mad. You needed him to deny it so bad.

Looking at him with pleading eyes and waiting patiently, he looked genuinely lost in thought for a moment.

“Jealous?”

Looking away, you said, “Why on earth would I be jealous?” You would make him believe you easily if you did not sound that needy and weren't flushed. You could never be completely honest with him. How could you?

Putting his left hand on your chin, he murmured. “You’re so obvious.. Do you really think I’m not aware of the way you look at me?”

With a heavy heart, you looked up at him with beseeching eyes.

“I don't understand what you mean at all.”

“You do,” he insisted indifferently. “I know, you wish you were her, I know you’re so envious of her that you would even let me fuck you as I like it if I made a move, right?” he paused and snickered. Your heartbeat skipped at his harsh words.

You made a move to get away from him, but his grip on your chin tightened hard enough to hurt, so you stopped moving, surrending his cruelty for a moment to catch your breath and let him do whatever he had on his mind.

Despite his roughness, you put your hand on his daring one softly, savoring his touch unintentionally as you try to push him away with helpless and meaningless attempts, hoping to show your affection for him. He didn’t make a move. Getting even closer, his broad chest touched yours ungently. Ben curled his lips into a mischievous smile and lowered his hand to where your heart is. When you felt his forearm touch your nipple, you gasped for breath and struggled determinedly not to melt into his warm touch.

Knowing his hand could easily rip your heart from your chest in a second should have been enough to take him out of your heart and mind right there, but it was always easier to blame destiny and others for what happened and is about to happen. Moreover, his being that dominant, confident, and powerful made your stomach curl in excitement.

“You’re wrong, Ben,” you denied.

You were angry at yourself for being like this and feeling that way. Between all things.. your sister and everything that happened in the last few months- you let your thoughts be driven into something you should stay away from in the very first place. Coming to your senses and accepting the truth about yourself hurt more than Ben’s words. You could never be at his level, but you let your fantasies take over your logic.

As you struggled not to melt into his touch, you tried harder to get away from him, hoping it would convince him. You mumbled, “You’re hurting me.”

His grasp was indeed firm, but it did not hurt at all. You just wanted to save yourself from the intensity of his seductive presence since you did not know if you could resist this irresistible pull for one more minute.

He pulled away his hands from you but remained still.

“How can you fucking normals endure being that weak, huh? You know, I could kill you without even using half my strength, right? It must take great energy and luck to survive,” he said mockingly.

You wanted to say he was nothing without Compound V in his veins, that he wasn’t naturally the strongest but a made-up product. However, it wouldn’t be smart at all to say such a thing. Supes were not known for having reasonable conversations and handling criticism. Maybe Supes were physically the strongest breed, whose emotional and narcissistic fragility was suppressed under their thick skin. And Ben’s short temper wasn’t something you’d want to face.

You both jumped when a noise coming from the second floor filled the house. Ben’s eyes were down. He was probably nervous considering he could potentially be put to sleep by the supe. Unlike Ben, you took a step right up the stairs, tightening your grip on the pistol and holding your breath.

“Be fucking slow,” he warned you, but it was more like he meant to threaten you.

You turned to him and whispered, “Hey, who’s being a pussy right now?”

“Don’t fucking provoke me.”

“Hey,” you said, giving him a playful wink. “I’ll always protect you.” Just before he said something, you’d seen supe’s dark figure behind Ben. Your eyes were fixed on each other. His body tensed with anger as his patience grew thin. He was about to lose his temper, knowing he should kill her without meeting the eye of the fucking bitch. He simply did not know how to do it. Before he turned around, you shot at the darkness randomly, trying to stir panic in the supe. The darkness of the room was in your favor until you met the heinous eyes of the supe just before Ben caught her and slammed her on the floor with a furious growl.

next chapter

A/N: I'm not built for this.

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finnzhal · 10 months

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You&I

@limeonthegreat asked

Hi asshole it's me again ur lover I'm here to request because I blocked u in all social media platforms

Can I request a yandere Idia headcanon but we're not his lover just bestie who he have the biggest crush on

FINN's response :

BAE NAURRRR YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO BLOCK ME !! GADAMN this request was a long time ago . . Sorry pookie i did delete my past fanfic about this since i wasn't confident about it . But here's your yandere cutie patootie

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Reader : GENDER NEUTRAL , YOU / YOUR

Character : IDIA SHROUD (TWST)

Mentions : Yandere criteria ( Delusional,Stalking,Ruining your Relationships with other people,guilt tripping)

NOTE

Forgive me for having the shittiest titles ever .

I don't condone this behavior in real life, I just find it fascinating and write about it .

If anyone's interested into requesting , I'm always open ! Check my INFOs for more !

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0 It all started when you started giving him the attention and care , having the same interest , almost so similar to each other . He's not used to being treated with so much affection . It made something click on his brain , he wants to know more of you .

0 After that , He wants to see you 24 / 7 but not going far as to getting out in public . . He's still not comfortable going out but he of course follows you to his ipad or phone or Ortho !

0 He always records everything about you whenever you guys hang out or talk or just basically every interaction you guys have, he makes it into playlists naming it as " (name)/day/date/year/hour/minute " and he always listens to them whenever you're busy or unavailable:((

0 I can see him being the delusional and Possessive type, He always thinks that you like him back despite how many times you call him your 'friend'

0 He'll say the flaws on the student you've been with. trying to make you avoid the student for him . He always happened to find dirt on every student . He says this as a "bestie" advice

0 He couldn't stop fantasizing you about being with him for the longest time. No one going in-between you both,just you and him in the dark.

0 He always mix the reality with his fantasy , he always have a realization every night and having a meltdown over it .

0 He HATES the students being so close to you and he always manages to have a dirty background check on them . Later then , you find the student on the school page online getting exposed by something horrific . Real or not . He despises them so much but he couldn't do anything about it since he's always in his room but once you come in his room , you'll know he's all over you .

0 if anyone hurts you , DAMN he'll call someone to do his dirty work for him while he pampers you with affection

0 He always compare himself to the people around you , making you feel guilty , making you want to stay with him even longer . Just like he wanted

0 He was obvious about his romantic feelings towards you but if you point out his abnormal behavior, he will deny it while his hair is complete pink

0 He will write informations about you even the ones you didn't even told him about. He'll write your name over and over, he believes in manifestations

0 Will literally melt on your hands if you compliment and praise him, he will get all giggly and his eyes turning glossy.. he couldn't believe someone like you loves him this much . He tried complimenting you and praising you but he only ends up being the one flustered and stuttering

0 He place hidden cameras on your dorm and anywhere you always come or walk to . He gets excited and watches you with a lovesick smile across his face . Of course he's saving it , don't mind the boxes full of USBs under his desk

0 I don't really see him as a yandere that wants to capture you and cage you but I do see him getting mad at you for getting close to the person he warned you about . He'll ignore you for a week or so , giving you the cold shoulder ( While every night he watches all of the videos of you that his cameras took )

0 He doesn't care if you only see him as a friend ( Well , he does and he'll ask you the exact same question " Why? " And guilt trips you and tells you how much he have done for you ) . . He just thinks that you're just into slow burns just like those animes he watched and he's willing to wait

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That's probably all for now ! Gosh 15 headcanons . . I have so much ideas for Yandere!Idia this night (8:00-9:00)

If you found some spelling or grammar mistakes, please let me know !

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sagidaviswrites · 2 years

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Just Come Home

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female! Reader

Summary: You attend Christine’s wedding with Stephen by your side, only for your suspicions to be confirmed about the ex-couple. Of course, it leads to a not-so-nice argument between you two.

Genre: MAJOR angst, Arguments, Stephen being a slight asshole?

Warning: Slight cursing, NO spoilers from Multiverse of Madness, besides Christine’s wedding

A/N: Good morning loves! It has been a very long time since I’ve written anything on Tumblr, but I was feeling extra creative from all the Stephen Strange fanfiction I had been reading over the past week. There’s not many out there, which is pretty disappointing, so I thought I’d give him a shot. I hope people really enjoy this one,and asks for a sequel, because I’ve been brainstorming one already.

Part 2 posted here

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You knew it was a bad idea to go to that fucking wedding.

You fucking knew it and you did it anyway, just to be a good and decent girlfriend.

But you instantly regretted it when you stepped foot into the expensive venue in one of New York's beautiful chapels. Especially when your boyfriend couldn't keep his damn eyes off the bride.

The taxi came to a quick halt in front of the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the driver internally anxious from the high-rising tension that surrounded both you and Stephen, no doubt. Not bothering to say any sort of thanks, you quickly opened the door and slipped out of the vehicle, your heels clicking against the pavement.

"So what? You're going to give me the silent treatment all day, is that it?- Thank you sir." Stephen asked sternly, slamming the car door, not before he kneeled down to wave at the man with a forced smile.

You continued to stay silent, yanking roughly on the door handle and letting yourself into the open foyer.

"Y/N, I'm speaking to you." He tried again, but to no avail, seeing that you continued walking, pausing only to take your heels off. Before you could reach the grand stairwell that was in the middle of the large room, Wong entered suddenly from one of his portals, a bowl of cereal in his hands.

A surprised look was in his eyes at the sight of the both of you. “You guys are back from Christine's wedding already? It couldn't have been that quick."

You huffed angrily at the mention of her name, ignoring the Sorcerer Supreme entirely, and hastily ran up the stairs.

"Not helping, Wong." Stephen mumbled under his breath, finally having an idea of why you were so angry.

What he didn't get was that it had been years since him and Christine had been together. Sure, it took some time for him to get over the woman and it was only right to attend her wedding since they had been colleagues for so long.

But his life completely changed for the better when he arrived at the Kamar-Taj to seek help for his injured hands and met you in the process.

He despised the real and brutal arguments he rarely shared with you. He much preferred the playful ones.

But based on the way you were currently stalking towards your shared bedroom and yanking away from his attempted grasps, this one was going to hurt.

Once you reached the door, you tried to slam it behind you, but it bumped hard against the doctor's shoulders, frustrating him. "You do realize you're behaving like a child, correct?"

"Oh, I'm a child now?" You snatched the fancy clip out of your hair, letting it fall on your shoulders, whipping around to face him.

"Yes, you're acting like a brat."

You swallowed hard, praying that you remained strong enough to not let the tears fall.

"Are you still in love with her?"

The grown man took a few seconds to stare at you hard, before he let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. "This again?"

That's when you just surrendered to the anger that was brewing deep inside of you, hot tears rolling down your face as you went to the closet, tossing the fancy shoes inside. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that? You obviously think I'm too stupid to notice you were staring at her during the damn ceremony."

Stephen unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket. "It was a wedding ceremony, aren't you supposed to be looking at the bride when she first enters?"

"Not when the bride is your ex-girlfriend, Stephen."

"Then what the hell did you want me to do, Y/N?” He raised his voice at you, despite you moving across the room, occupied with getting ready for a hot shower. "Deny the damn wedding invitation?"

You walked toward the dresser, snatching some comfortable clothes out, glancing at him with clouded vision. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean, huh? Because this bullshit always seems to turn on me-"

You slammed the drawer loudly, interrupting him. "I asked you a simple question, Stephen. That you deliberately chose not to answer."

A hard look covered his handsome face at your words. "I am not in love with her."

But it was too late, you didn't want to hear that shit. He had a perfectly open opportunity to answer truthfully and instead laughed in your face about it. You saw the way he looked at her and you knew that look all too well. You'd imagine that's exactly how you looked at him.

With so much love and adoration.

It almost made you sick to your stomach.

You felt yourself cry harder, looking away from him. "You do love her, and you can lie to all of these other people, Stephen, but you can't lie to me."

"Don't go turning this on me." His voice was dangerously low and filled with irritation. "This is about you. This is about you and those damn insecurities of yours! That nagging fear of a man leaving you for another, causing you to self- sabotage whatever the hell that comes your way."

The painful insult that fell from the tip of his tongue seemed to echo in the completely silent room, which he had instantly regretted.

He hadn't meant to say it.

He had the habit of being a complete and arrogant asshole from time to time and the increasing frustration didn't help in the slightest.

Your breath was hitched, as you stared at particularly nothing, the tight grip on the clothes loosening. You had, had enough. You didn't deserve to be someone's second choice. And you damn sure didn't deserved to be hurt like that either.

"Y/N... shit- I didn't mean to-" Stephen breathed, desperation in the edge of his tone.

You slowly turned around with no specific expression, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"You're right, Stephen. And since my insecurities are so much for you to handle, then I'm not sure why I'm here at all.”

You both stood there for a moment, before he tried to move closer to you, grabbing your hands, but you pulled away from him, shaking your head.

"Forgive me...." He whispered, but you straightened the straps of your dress, grabbed your keys and bumped your body against his, headed for the door.

He found himself standing alone in the quiet room, his hand covering his face. "Goddammit."

What the fuck did he do?

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It had approximately been almost seven days since he last saw you.

And he’s never been so messed up in his entire life.

Since you had made the decision to leave after the argument without so much as a goodbye or even grabbing an overnight bag on the way out, he had spent the days either distracting his mind with the large collection of books in the library or keeping a watchful eye if there were any known threats to Earth and its residents.

It kept him busy enough throughout his days.

The nights were what was hell for him.

He had become so accustomed to having your warm body against his, once darkness fell over the sky, the moonlight peeking through the silk curtains, streaming along the hardwood floors of your bedroom. But his sleepless nights were cold with your side of the bed empty; his body tossing and turning from the lack of your touch or your soft exhales sounding near his ear.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Every morning, the doctor was met with the sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, entire body sluggish and aching in pain with dark circles surrounding his blue eyes.

He missed you. He craved you.... your touch, your scent, your laughter.

But he also was afraid that he had lost you forever. And that nothing he did or said was going to get you to come back to him at all.

He knew Wong couldn’t help but hear the argument from downstairs that day, the man was far from being an idiot to not know what had transpired.

And he was very, very tempted to ask him to search for where you were staying.

But, surprisingly enough, one morning, Wong beat him to it.

Stephen was dressed in his soft robes, resting uncomfortably in an armchair in the library, beginning the third book from the stack of unread ones that he was working on. Wong had entered the room as he normally did, biting roughly into an apple, with a piece of paper in his other hand. Stephen ignored him entirely until the man stood in front of him, slipping the paper on top of the page that he was reading from.

“What is this?” He answered monotone, staring irritably towards him.

Wong took a moment to chew whatever that remained in his mouth. “The hotel that Y/N is staying at. Fix it.”

A hard lump seemed to had formed inside Stephen’s throat instantly, as he stared silently at what was in front of him. Wong had found a map of the street that they currently stayed on, drawing a red circle over a hotel that was only a few blocks away from the Sanctum.

You were so close... and yet, you were the furthest that you’ve ever been away from him.

Fuck.

It was hard for him to swallow as he stood to his feet, escaping down the long hallway and into your bedroom. Setting the paper down on his desk, he sat down, covering his face with anxiousness.

He needed to call you.

You were more than likely to shut the door in his face if he had showed up to your room and who knows what you would have done if he had just portaled himself inside instead.

Letting out a shaky breath, he grabbed his phone, opening it with his passcode. His thumb hovered over your name for a long while, his mind racing like the speed of sound itself.

What if you hated him? And could never bring yourself to forgive him for what he said?

He wasn’t sure when it began, but his hands... his hands that were covered in scars from past treatments and surgeries... were trembling... just as they did when he first left the hospital, years ago. His finger shook as he tapped on your name and waited for you to reject the call almost immediately after the first ring.

But two rings sounded.... and then three... and then your beautiful voice penetrated his ear from the prerecording of your voicemail, almost knocking the breath away from his lungs.

It had only been a week and... your voice.....

Tears collected at the edges of his eyes, as the beep rang in his ear, persuading him to speak up. But all he could do was stare silently at his shaking hands, his breaths having emotional chokes in between them.

He needed to pull himself together.

Inhaling heavily, Stephen swallowed hard again, a single tear falling from eye. “I know that you don’t want to hear from me right now sweetheart.”

He paused, clenching his hand and closing his eyes.

“I know that I can be a fuck-up. I know that, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I took that frustration out on you that you did not deserve. But you have to know... when I look at Christine, it’s not... it’s not because I’m in love with her. I can be one hundred percent all into you and this relationship, I can. But I’m scared. I’m terrified, really.” He explained, wiping the tears that were now streaming down his covered jaw. “That I’ll fail you just like I did her. And I can’t- I can’t fail you. I’m not strong enough... to deal with that type of pain... that guilt. Not with you.”

His voice trembled as he spoke the last line, the man taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.

“Come home, Y/N. Please. Just come home.”

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minu-moni · 8 months

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What I think is interesting to analyze when looking into a character portrayal is to notice how the author influences in the character’s actions.

Let’s compare Gamzee to Jevil, from Deltarune.

Both characters are essentially “character who came in contact with someone that gave them more knowledge than they could handle and they went insane because of it” but how Hussie and Toby run with this idea is majorly different.

While Hussie writes Gamzee to be an irredeemable monster, an abuser and overall a shitty person, Toby goes the other way with Jevil.

Throughout Deltarune’s chapter one if you’re going to do the hidden boss, you get some information from Seam about Jevil. He speaks about Jevil mostly with caution, but he never villainizes him. And while Jevil is implied to have hurt people, so much so that he had to be locked up, Seam never treats him as a villain. He treats him as an old friend and even speaks fondly of him after you beat his fight. There is no instance where Toby writes Jevil to be inherently evil, abusive or a shitty person overall, and the fandom mostly sees him on a positive light.

Gamzee however, is the opposite. His encounter with Lil Cal turns him into a villain with no redeeming qualities and strips him of any personality and nuance to the point he doesn’t even speak. He is also retconned to always have been an asshole and then Hussie goes out of his way to villainize him and treat his situation as something that turned him into a villain, instead of a character with flaws who was manipulated and used in some way.

And how does the fandom treat Gamzee? They absolutely despise him. There’s a pretty vocal bunch in the Homestuck fandom that thinks Gamzee is just a shitty person who chose to serve Lord English and kill all his friends, and part of this is because of how he’s portrayed in the comic.

Let’s not also forget about how Gamzee is written as neurodivergent and black-coded, while those characteristics are missing in Jevil’s character (at least in any major way). And while maybe not intentional, I absolutely believe that this influenced Hussie’s way of writing Gamzee. There’s too many influences of this to not be so.

People, specifically people of color and disabled people, have said this for a long time now, but this discussion goes unaddressed and recognized by the part of the fandom that hates Gamzee, which downplays these concerns, and Hussie, who doesn’t address them at all and even makes fun of people for thinking of Gamzee with more nuance on the epilogues.

Comparing those two characters and the way they’re written, we can see that it’s clearly an author problem. Hussie writes Gamzee so poorly that people have actually found instances of possible racism and ableism in him, meanwhile there’s way less of an issue with Jevil, who is written as nuanced and the fandom absolutely loves him for it.

Y’all need to stop talking about characters like they actually chose what they did. They’re not real. Someone wrote them to act the way they do. They’re not independent, they’re not conscientious, they don’t choose anything. It’s the author that chooses what they will do, and their biases absolutely influences the writing of such.

#deltarune #homestuck #gamzee makara #Jevil #writing analysis #moni speaks

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lesbian-empress-nero · 3 months

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Mementos.

God, Ryuji fucking hates Mementos.

Dark and dreary and full of evil things that formed in the collective unconscious of everyone. It’s oppressive and cold and Ryuji has to fight his memories along with Shadows.

At least his friends come with him, at least he and Makoto fight together, at least Ann makes sure they don’t run themselves into the ground, at least Joker keeps a cool head when dealing with powerful Shadows and hostage situations.

Ryuji has been the bargaining chip in way too many hostage situations.

Things... shift when Akechi comes with them. Now he’s fighting alongside someone he would rant about, someone he used to despise.

It’s awkward, sure, but Ryuji is determined not to let that affect how they fight.

So when he (rather unceremoniously) pushes Akechi out of the way of an attack, he thinks nothing of it. It keeps the darling Detective Prince out of the way of danger- that’s all that matters.

Protect. Attack. Dodge.

It’s a steady rhythm, one he’s good at. One he can follow. One he can keep up with.

He’s good at attacking. He’s good at protecting. He’s... decent at dodging. He can duck out of the way of physical attacks, at least. That has to count for something.

When Akechi catches his balance, he gives Ryuji a dirty look that goes completely ignored. Ryuji is too busy blasting the Shadow to smithereens with Captain Kidd.

He knocks one down, gets a chance for a follow-up attack. He passes the opportunity to the guy he just shoved.

Akechi’s hand smacks against his, and Ryuji notices the way he almost winces. If he feels a pang of guilt for accidentally hurting a teammate, no one has to know.

Akechi summons Loki, finishes the job Ryuji started, smiles in satisfaction.

They move on, further and deeper into the place Ryuji fucking hates.

As the rest of the team moves towards the escalator down, Akechi turns to Ryuji.

“Don’t fucking push me like that again, Skull.”

Ryuji falters, hearing the venom and malice in Akechi’s voice. He turns around, trying to find some clue on Akechi’s face as to why he seems so pissed.

“Dude, I was just tryin’ to help. I took the blow for you, didn’t I? You coulda, I dunno, told me in a nicer way that you didn’t want me to do that. No need to get hostile,” he says, hiding his hurt.

His worth as a Phantom Thief hinges on how helpful he is to the team. If he can’t save his own teammates, how can he be expected to save people by changing their hearts?

He couldn’t save Shiho, he couldn’t stop her from jumping. He couldn’t save Mishima and the volleyball team, he couldn’t save them from being beaten black and blue. He couldn’t save his mom, couldn’t stop his dad from slamming her head against the wall and screaming at both of them-

“Skull? Oh my god, do you do this every time someone says something you don’t like?”

Ryuji looked up from the floor, head swimming. He was going to be sick. This place was bringing his worst memories to the surface, forcing him to remember all of the terrible things he had endured.

“...This place is going to make me throw up,” is all he says before turning on his heel and stumbling down the escalator.

He has barely enough time to warn the others about how he feels before he’s careening forward, world going darker than Mementos’s bottom level.

i love ryuji having a sort of "survivors guilt." he couldnt save people before so he deticates everything to saving his friends now. he probably feels like akechi is being an asshole to him trying to stop him from putting himself in harms way to save his friends but he really does care about him. he doesnt want him to get hurt because of other people but ryuji feels like he will only get worth from that.

#literally hb!nero's story #shackle-foes #nero answers #ryugoro

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crestoflames · 4 months

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What do you think of MC x Wayne? The devs' most favorable pairing above all the characters, in spite of Stella being the #1 popular Li. Isn't he supposed to be our otp for the main player? I know that you don't seem very fond of Wayne lately because of how he feels and treats your main Li, especially how he is going to feel about that character's unfortunate outcome in one of the bad endings involving a character's death? Also, who will you romance if you are not together with Reese? Oscar or Stella, perhaps?

gotta be honest, this feels like bait.

first off - i’m so confused by a lot of this. i don’t think the devs ever said mc x wayne was their favorite pairing, or that it was supposed to be an otp for the player character??? the way the game works is that there is no “otp” for the player character - you can choose to romance whoever you want, or no one at all; it’s all dependent on your individual playthrough.

second - i don’t really think ive said that the reason i dislike wayne is because of how he treats reese. i mean, that definitely doesn’t help, but my main beef with him is how he treats the MC. he acts like you’re an idiot who can’t make decisions for yourself (but only if you make decisions he doesn’t agree with - very controlling) and denies the MC autonomy by refusing to listen when they tell him to stop doing things, like following them around or threatening to hurt their friends (which, in the case of reese, he actually goes through with). he’s also just an asshole, and i don’t enjoy the way he talks about a lot of people and creatures.

in general, his behavior and personality remind me of creepy asshole guys i’ve had to deal with in my past, and it kind of baffles me when people try and paint him as a good guy. he’s not meant to be a good guy. i think a lot of people know that and that’s why they’re drawn to him (and i get it bc i have plenty of villains i love lol), but I’ve seen just as many people who act like it would be crazy to want to get away from Wayne and the best course of action is to let him have full control and “protect” you all the time. like, if you want that for your playthrough, that’s great, go for it. but i take umbrage with the idea that it’s an objective reality that everyone needs to accept.

now, all this is to say that i do think he’s a well written character. i like him as an antagonist and i think the devs did a great job of creating him in a way that elicits real fear. love him as a character, but despise him when i’m actually experiencing the game as MC, and when people act like I’m committing a crime by disliking him and i need to change my opinion. everyone seems to get it when you say you hate sybil, but if you say you don’t like wayne, people act like you’ve confessed to murder.

moving away from that rant, this message is just baffling in general lmao. quickly addressing most everything else - i’m fine with the concept of mc x wayne, everyone can ship what they want, it’s just not for me, and i dont want to be told that it is the “canon route/best route” and everyone should love it and choose it or whatever. ive never really talked about stella so idk where you got that i would want to romance her??? she’s one of the characters im just not attracted to bc she’s not my type. i will always choose reese in every playthrough bc i feel like im abandoning or betraying him if I don’t, but if I couldn’t choose him, I would choose oscar, followed by kaneeka.

i’m hoping this is enough to end any more questions from you, because if you come back with more bait/troll type messages, I’ll probably just block.

#anonymous #answered asks #scarlet hollow #Wayne scarlet hollow #Reese Kelly #Stella Richmond #Oscar Gutierrez #Kaneeka Forsyth #wayne critical #<- black list that tag if you don’t wanna see this #though hopefully this is my last post on the matter #i just woke up from a nap after i finished a long day of work #so i’m probably a bit more on edge than normal

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love-is-dean · 1 year

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One of many thins that's been bothering me about the show is the constant comparison between Rang's truamatic childhood and other characters'. It's been like that since Season 1, done by both the writers! and the fans and guess what? it is still being a thing even now in the second season!! And honestly that's so upsetting and unfair in all the ways considering the fact that the circumstances were never the same and Rang's tragic life, sufferings and his traumatic experinces were totally different from other characters'.

1- Comparing Rang's trauma to Jia's, saying Rang wasn't as strong as jia even tho they both grew up alone!

True that they both grow up lonely with no parents to take care of them but unlike Lee Rang, Jia was never an unwanted/ unloved child. She had this loving parents that she never gave up on even after 20years since they went missing and their love and memory was enough for her to be strong and keep fighting for them. She wasn't abused by people, beaten to death and abandoned to die while growing up. She was never a despised creature and never felt like she didn't matter or that she didn't belong. She sure never felt betrayed by people she loved and trusted. See? totally different from what Rang went through since before he was even born.

2. And now even comparing Rang's childhood to Yeon's too? Again true that Yeon's childhood weren't all love and rainbows and had this abusive father who would treat him sh*t for his fun but the thing is... even such an irresponsible asshole of a father who didn't care about his own kid never really wanted Yeon dead; didn't call him a monster and didn't treat him like a monster he should get rid of. And he left Yeon's care to Taluipa before disappearing so unlike Rang, Yeon was never really left alone on his own, helpless and defenseless to face the world's cruelty. He had Taluipa and also besties to count on. He was literally raised by powerful gods and as a kid he never felt what it was like to lose his home-like Rang did when villagers burned his home- to kill his friend-like when little Rang had to put blacky out of its misery and it damaged him so bad- and lose his only loved one in the world- Rang losing Yeon as a kid and later nearly dying by his sword- Yeon was not betrayed and abandoned by his loved ones and the most important he's a powerful full gumiho. Rang had a vulnurable human side so ofc he would feel things more intensely than a full gumiho. And the thing is what made Rang finally lash out and go wild on humans was not his shitty mother being cruel to him but the humans who just couldn't let him be. Long after Rang left the village with Yeon he was still this caring innocent child until humans burned his home and wanted to kill them all. So saying that Yeon didn't use his childhood as an excuse to go dark is unfair to Rang's character coz Rang wouldn't either if... only if... humans just let him live his life in peace and not try to kill him any chance they got. Just saying🤷‍♀️ and mind me remind you of the fact that 1938 Yeon isn't living the best life either. You know?

3. Rang vs imoogi.

Now their childhood have many similarities. both unwanted children, unloved by their parents, treated like monsters by people and left to die by their family.

I would've really liked it if the show had explored the tragic side of imoogi too coz what he went through was horrible and sure it would make fans interested in his story on why he turned out the way he was! but here's what differs his story from Rang's: unlike Rang, Imoogi never knew love. He grew up cold and bitter with no heart. Unlike Rang he never craved love or family. All he ever wanted was power and only power. There was no one who he really cared about. He even betrayed his only friend, the only person who cared about him coz he didn't like to see him happy-compare him to Lee Rang who sacrificed himself for his brother's happiness- Nothing could really hurt imoogi, he had no feelings, no emotion, no weakspot. He had no one to care about and didn't need them either. But Rang was different. He was shown love too. He knew love and so the loss, heartbreak and the feeling of betrayal too. He had a heart. A very soft one. We saw adult Rang couldn't even kick his hungry ghost mother away coz seeing her hurt him, coz probably he still cared. He was a very emotional boy with a lot of wounds but still had his heart no matter what and he gave love so much more than what he got. That's why he'd never end up being an evil like Imoogi. Not bc he had people to save him from his inner monsters. No. Imoogi had one too and he betrayed him. It's bc Rang cared. He always cared. he loved his people and they loved him back. He'd earned their love with his good heart and unlike imoogi he'd rather die than losing them and that's what makes his story different. Bc he loved even so much more than he was loved and that's his strength. If anything he's been so strong, struggling for hundreds of years alone and surviving the unkind world that had nothing for him but endless pain, loneliness and nothingness. All of it while he was just a broken lonely boy ignored by his loved ones and hated by the world who he really never felt like belong to and yet he still kept his heart and love and at the end he was the one who suffered to give everyone a happy ending at the expense of his own life and happiness! Lee Rang, The one who suffered the most... and deserved happiness more than anyone but never got it! Words can not explain how unjust, unfair and cruel that ending was! He deserved so much better.

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spiderlilyserendipity · 2 years

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Beg for It

Summary: As an heiress on a mission to not get married, you go on a lot of marriage dates with assholes. But you find out fast that misbehaving with the newest date, Kim Taehyung, is a bad idea. Part 6 of my oneshot series No Time for Love.

Genres: smut, slight angst (idek where it came from LOL), fluff

Tags: Dom!Taehyung, Rich girl! OC, Sub! OC, praise kink (f.), masturbation (f.), oral (f. receiving), finger sucking, slight edging, using come as lube, consent!!!!!!, aftercare

Warnings: slight age gap (OC is 23, Taehyung is 25), unprotected sex (be safe IRL)

WC: 3712 (3.7k)

At this point, you’re a mystery to your parents. They have done just about everything they can think of to find a suitable bachelor for you since you became of “marriageable age” last year. You have a lot going for you as a top student at a prestigious university and an heiress to a considerable empire. There’s many men that would love to wife you up, but you’re not interested in getting married. Marriage for the wealthy is like a business deal, one you want no part in.

You’ve run off all types of men from different backgrounds, from CEOs to lawyers and more. Your techniques vary depending on the man, but the goal is always the same: scare him off from marrying you (but if he’s hot, let him stick around for just one night).

Kim Taehyung is no exception to this rule, at least not at first.

He’s an anomaly in the world of the wealthy, a self-made businessman. He’s a successful real estate agent with quite a knack for knowing what is worth investment and what isn’t. But with being a young and handsome bachelor comes the piranhas swimming around him, looking to further their existing business ties with a marriage.

Your father, who just recently finished a project with Kim Taehyung, is one of those piranhas.

So here you are, on a sweltering summer day on a yacht while noisy music plays in the background.

It’s a party to celebrate a successful business endeavour, but you don’t see anyone you know here. Kim Taehyung is known for being an eccentric rich person, going against unspoken rules to do what he wants. Everyone you see at this party is in their mid to late twenties, and few even look like business people. It just looks like a gathering of people Taehyung seems to like enough to celebrate his wins with.

Weird, you think. But not necessarily bad.

You walk up the short flight of steps to the top, where Kim Taehyung is chatting with a few friends. He’s tall and handsome, dressed in a loose floral shirt and shorts. You walk up in your floral dress, putting a smile on your face. “Hello, nice to meet you!” You say, catching the group’s attention. You do introductions with the people around you, who are all friendly albeit tipsy.

“I’m Y/N. I believe you heard—” You start.

“Yes, I heard from your father.” Taehyung says, not bothering to even take his sunglasses off to look at you. You fight the frown that wants to appear on your face. What? “You can get refreshments from over there, Miss Y/L/N. Thank you for stopping by.” Taehyung dismisses you, going back to his friends.

The others don’t notice, too busy chatting and drinking with each other. But you’re offended. As much as you despise marriage dates, you at least pretend to care about the person you’re talking to. Seeing Taehyung shut you down like that irritates you. Driving men off to protect your own ring finger is one thing, but being treated like you don’t even deserve someone’s time is just hurtful.

Having been dropped off at the port by your family chauffeur, you will likely be catching a cab home tonight. And since there’s an open bar here anyway, you decide to get a drink. If Kim Taehyung doesn’t want to marry you, then that makes your life easier. Or so you think, but the rejection tastes as bitter as alcohol on your lips.

Fuck him. You think. There’s definitely other guys here I can talk to.

You make your way over to the open bar and get comfortable. You order refreshments and a few drinks at the bar. Luckily for you, it seems like all the other guests started drinking earlier so there aren’t many people at the bar. No one bothers you as you silently deal with the rejection from Kim Taehyung. You know alcohol isn’t the healthiest way to deal with your feelings, but you’ve always been smart so you know when to stop.

You are tipsy but still in your right mind when a man comes to sit at the bar one seat away from you. He’s tall and handsome, looks like he could pass as a model or an actor or maybe both. He’s older than you, a couple years outside the comfortable five year margin you keep for one-night stands.

But there’s nothing wrong with a conversation, right?

“Hello,” You say to the man, who turns his attention to you. “I’m Y/N.”

The man smiles kindly at you. “Nice to meet you! I’m Seo Joon. Are you one of Taehyung’s friends?”

You feel annoyance creeping up at the mention of Taehyung, but it’s not like you can say no I’m his date, he’s just ignoring me. So you dance around the subject. “A mutual acquaintance. Yourself?”

“He’s a close friend.” Seo Joon says, and unlike most of the men at parties who say things like that, he seems to mean it. At least, his confident attitude and well-dressed demeanour tells you that.

You make small talk with Seo Joon, getting to know him a bit. He tells you he’s a close friend of Taehyung’s and an executive at the same real estate company. He sure talks like a real estate agent in your opinion, bubbly and knows where to draw the line in the sand. You can tell he’s not romantically interested in you from the get go, pulling back his wide smile just a bit when you tell him your age. But you still enjoy a polite conversation with the man, telling him about your major and things like that.

“Miss Y/L/N.” A familiar voice cuts you off when you’re telling Seo Joon a story.

You look up, unimpressed to see Kim Taehyung.

Seo Joon, who is also tipsy, smiles wide at Taehyung. “Hey, buddy! Want a drink? This is Y/N—”

Taehyung narrows his eyes when he hears Seo Joon call you by just your first name. “Sorry hyung, can you give us a second?” Taehyung asks without looking away from you. Then, he grabs your arm. “Can you come with me for a moment, Miss Y/L/N?”

You frown sharply, but follow Taehyung out of the bar and to a more isolated part of the deck away from the partygoers. “Miss Y/L/N. How old are you?” Taehyung asks in a tone that makes you think he already knows.

You frown. Why does that matter? “I’m 23.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “My friend is 32. That’s a 9 year age gap.”

You don’t quite follow since your mind is still fuzzy. Seo Joon hadn’t been creepy towards you and you honestly hadn’t been thinking about taking him home or anything. “I was just having a conversation with him.” You defend, although you don’t get why you need to justify anything to a stranger.

Taehyung is unimpressed. “My point is that it doesn’t look good for either of you. You might not know anyone here, Miss Y/L/N, but a lot of people here know you. I’m saying this because I’ve worked with your father and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when you’re sober.”

You roll your eyes. “If Seo Joon is the one who’s 9 years older than me, why do you talk like the older one? We only have a two year age gap, you know.”

Taehyung sets his jaw. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol, Miss Y/L/N. I’ll get you a room to rest in.”

You’re about to protest when Taehyung just walks away like he expects you to follow without question. Irritated, you follow him.

Taehyung leads you down a flight of steps to a lower part of the yacht. He brings you down the hall to the final door and opens it for you. “You can rest here, no one will bother you.” He says, holding the door open. You glance inside at the dark wood and navy blue interior of the bedroom.

You feel shame bubble in the back of your throat. So not only does he hate me, he doesn’t want me anywhere near his friends? You think, glancing at Taehyung’s indecipherable expression. You’ve never had a man look down on you like this, treating you like a child in time out. “Thank you.” You whisper, stepping inside the room. You wait until the door closes behind you and Taehyung’s footsteps disappear down the hall. You wipe a stray tear from the corner of your eye and lay down.

🖤🖤🖤

You wake up after an indefinite time. You hear loud, muffled music still coming from upstairs and the sound of a shower running.

You sit up, confused. You glance at the en-suite bathroom, where the shower noise is coming from. The bedroom door has been locked from the inside. You don’t remember doing that.

You get up, grateful you hadn’t drank enough to have a headache. Afternoon naps are not your thing and drunk afternoon naps are a brand new experience altogether.

The bathroom door opens to reveal Taehyung, standing in a black bathrobe. “Hello.” He says, expression unreadable as always. He towels his wet hair with a black towel, walking over to you but still keeping a polite distance. If this were any other man, you would’ve already ran out the door considering the red flags. But Taehyung is not interested in you, romantically or sexually it seems. At least, that’s what his blank, pensive look tells you.

“Seo Joon spilled a drink all over my clothes. But my bag was in this room so I decided to take a shower here.” Taehyung explains, and you catch the slight apology in his words.

“It’s fine. I’ll go.”

You turn away but Taehyung grabs your wrist. “Listen, can we just talk first?”

You hesitate, but then sit down on the bed. Taehyung sits a respectful distance away from you. “While you were asleep I gave your father a call saying our date didn’t work out.” Taehyung says, tucking the towel around his neck. “So you can just rest until we head back to the dock, which should be in a couple hours.”

You don’t say anything for a moment. Taehyung takes that as his cue to go back into the bathroom, but before he exits, you speak. “You didn’t even give it a chance.” You say.

Taehyung turns back, frowning. “What?”

You look him in the eye, glaring. “You didn’t even go on an actual date with me. You just… dismissed me.”

Taehyung notices the hurt on your face even though you try hard to hide it. He returns, sitting down on the bed. He chews his lip for a moment. “I don’t believe in marriages of convenience, Miss Y/L/N.” Taehyung tells you outright.

“I don’t either, Mr. Kim. But at least I don’t treat people like they're worthless.” You retort, glaring at him. You hate petty arguments and being disrespected, so you get up to leave. It’s obvious enough that Kim Taehyung pities you as merely the rich daughter of his business partner. You don’t need his pity, you know your own worth.

“Y/N.” Taehyung addresses you without honorifics. You freeze.

Taehyung comes over to your side. Seeing hurt in your eyes, he softens. “Hey.” He says softly, guiding you to look at him. You look up, still glaring. “Is that how I came off? I’m sorry.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. It’s fine.” You try to free your hand from his hold.

“No, it’s not fine.” Taehyung holds you tighter. “Can we sit down and talk about this?” He asks, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re just an asshole.” You mutter under your breath.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung bristles. “I’m not an asshole.”

“Yeah you are.” You snap, your ego flaring up at his show of pity. “A girl comes all the way to see you at your party and you can’t even properly talk to her. God, what are you, a virgin?”

Taehyung’s gaze darkens. “No, I’m not.”

You scoff, unlocking the door to leave. But when you open it, Taehyung’s hand comes from behind you and slams it shut. You feel his back press against yours.

“I think you’re mistaking my self-control for something else right now, Y/N. Do you think I’m dumb enough to miss the beauty that’s right in front of me, pretty?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, his voice deep and raspy. You shudder, his voice sounding completely different now that he’s not trying to be formal.

“Don’t use self-control as an excuse. I saw how you looked at me.” You turn your head halfway to whisper.

Taehyung laughs airily in your ear, shameless about being caught. “Is that your way of asking me to dote on you, sweetheart?”

You shiver as his fingertips push a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Maybe.”

Taehyung places his hands on your waist and turns you around to face him. He looks down at you, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Do you know the colour system?”

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You whisper.

“Can I kiss you? Give me your colour.” Taehyung asks gently, his thumb stroking the inside of your wrist.

You lock the door from the inside. “Green, sir.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker with lust at the title you choose for him. He leans down, kissing you deep and slow. You moan into his kiss, feeling him dominate you effortlessly. His tongue roams, pushing yours down like he has done it a million times.

You whine as his hands roam up and down your sides, pushing up your dress. You grip his shirt. Taehyung walks backwards, sitting down on the bed. His hands pull at your ass and you pliantly sit on his lap. You allow him to pull your dress off, but Taehyung doesn’t let you touch in return. “Be patient.” He warns softly, running his hands up and down your sides. You whine, arching into his touch.

You grind down on him, feeling overwhelmed somehow by how little Taehyung has done. Taehyung smirks from where he lays on the mattress, comfortable with his control. “Don’t push me, sweetheart, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Do it.” You challenge him. “Just touch me.” You add.

Taehyung sits up, his hand on your lower back. “Lay down against the pillows, take everything off.”

You sit up to let him get off the bed, then do as he tells you. You remove your dress, then your bra and then your panties.

You lay back against the pillows as Taehyung sits in a chair in front of the bed. You pout, not sure why he isn’t coming over to touch you. Taehyung smiles. “Cute.” He comments.

“If I’m cute then you should touch me.” You accuse.

Taehyung chuckles. “Touch yourself.” He says simply.

You close your eyes, snaking a hand between your legs. You’re wet already, practically dripping from Taehyung’s deep voice and his delicate touches. You know Taehyung can do a lot more than that, but his self-control as a dom turns you on. Now it makes perfect sense to you why he had been so distant during the day. Taehyung doesn’t like for outsiders to see this part of him.

You let out small, desperate noises as you play with your clit with one hand. With the other, you pinch your nipples, rolling them one at a time between your thumb and index finger. It feels good to be under Taehyung’s watchful eyes and you love the idea of breaking his self-control down. You want him to be in a rush like you are, stripping down his clothes just to get inside you.

You’re arching your back before you know it, but Taehyung stops you from coming. He pulls your hands off your body and pins them down against the mattress. “What?” You whine, looking up at him. Taehyung’s clothed cock presses against your belly, giving you the answer. He’s starting to get impatient, just like you.

You smirk briefly, but it slides off your face when Taehyung takes your wet fingers and licks them clean.

Taehyung sits back on his heels, still dressed in the robe between your legs. You watch him brush his wet hair out of his eyes, the robe loose enough to reveal his collarbones. Taehyung smacks your clit with one hand, making you snap back to focus. He smirks as you wriggle against his hand. “I’m sorry, did you want to come?” He taunts.

“Yes, sir! I wanna come.” You plead, eyes wide.

Taehyung considers it. “You can ask nicer than that. C’mon, beg for it.” He leans in, planting his hands on both sides of your waist. You reach up, wanting him to come down and just kiss you, touch you everywhere.

“S-Sir, please. I’ll be so good for you.” You beg, becoming more desperate. When that doesn’t work, you grind down again and this time Taehyung lets you get away with it. “Please, please!”

Taehyung runs his hands up and down your sides, slow and steady. “Colour.” He verifies if his teasing is still okay or not.

“Green, but please! Hhh, Taehyung.” You let his name slip, which makes Taehyung’s composure slip, too.

Taehyung watches tears fall from your eyes in frustration, then thumbs them away. He sits up, taking off his robe and the underwear he was wearing underneath. Then, he returns to sitting between your legs, his large and veiny cock now pressed right against your vagina.

“Asshole.” You accuse, pulling him in for a kiss.

Taehyung smiles into the kiss. “You never learn, do you? Now I gotta make you pay for calling me that somehow.”

“You can make up for it by coming inside me.” You say, only half-joking. Taehyung laughs, bumping foreheads with you to chide you.

“Say that again and I’ll marry you.” He jokes.

“Well, I don’t know about—” Your retort is cut off by a moan as Taehyung unceremoniously goes down on you. And when you say ‘go down’, you mean it. Your hips jerk up as Taehyung’s tongue expertly licks at your clit and down to your entrance. Taehyung holds you in place, watching your hole clench around nothing. “Sir, I want it, please.” You beg, but Taehyung shakes his head no.

“I need to prep you first, sweetheart. Are you okay with me using some of the lube I have?”

You shake your head. Taehyung frowns, not liking the idea of having nothing to ease the burn. Then, you take his hand and guide it up to your lips. Taehyung’s eyes darken as he realizes what you’re up to, and slips two fingers in your mouth.

You suck on Taehyung’s fingers and he watches you do it. When he withdraws them, Taehyung smirks at the hazy look in your eyes. “Fell in already, sweetheart?”

You nod. You sigh in pleasure as Taehyung inserts his fingers inside of you, the ache still more than if you had used lube but you like it. The smouldering look in Taehyung’s eyes when you licked his fingers is enough to make you want to—

You come unexpectedly as Taehyung is warming you up, his finger brushing your G-spot too soon. Taehyung’s eyes are wide as he watches you clench around his fingers.

Taehyung withdraws his fingers. You are so embarrassed to come without him even inside you. “S-Sorry, sir.”

Taehyung just shakes his head, leaning in to kiss you. “That’s okay. My good girl just felt so good, hmm? Felt so good with just my fingers that you came without my permission.” He teases you, leaning down to make hickeys on your neck.

“C-Can I come again, sir? This time with you?” You beg, digging a hand into his hair.

“Of course. I’m going to fill you up so well.” Taehyung praises, kissing you everywhere.

You moan as Taehyung aligns his cock with your hole. His fingers dip inside you again, collecting some of the come to slick up his cock. He pushes in slowly. You’re nice and relaxed from the orgasm, which makes the stretch easier but still satisfying. You pant beneath him until he bottoms out.

“Does that feel good?” Taehyung checks.

“Feels so good sir. Hh, please give me more.” You plead.

Taehyung pulls back and lifts your legs. He crosses your ankles over each other and holds them to his shoulder. Your eyes roll back at the new angle, Taehyung’s cock hitting depths inside you that you have never felt before.

“Ah, sir!” You cry out, and Taehyung

“So beautiful, fuck.” Taehyung curses, leaning in to kiss you hard. “Gonna come again? Fuck, what a good girl.”

“T-Thank you! W-Wanna be good.”

“I know.” Taehyung growls in your ear, thrusting into you harder. “So fucking pretty.”

Taehyung’s hips begin to stutter after a few minutes. He pushes your thighs back, filling you all the way up and then reaches down to rub your clit. You cry out his title, begging until your words cut off with a high-pitched moan. You come so hard you shake, and you feel Taehyung’s warm come fill you up at the same time.

“T-Thank you sir.” You say as Taehyung collapses on top of you.

Taehyung kisses you softly. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

🖤🖤🖤

When the ship finally returns to land, Taehyung offers to give you a ride home.

You sit comfortably in the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car as he drives. After the scene, Taehyung had brought you to the shower and cleaned you up. He gave you praise the entire time, mumbling sweet nothings in your ears as he doted on you.

“Still feel a little soft, Y/N?” Taehyung asks as he’s nearly to your apartment.

You know he’s only asking out of courtesy as a dom, but it makes you smile tiredly. “Why? You want to wreck some more havoc on my poor hips?”

Taehyung goes along with the joke, although you know he knows how tired you are. “Could I?”

You snort, getting out of the car. “Maybe if you beg for it.”

Taehyung laughs. “Rest your hips, sweetheart.”

You chuckle, then close the door and watch him drive off.

🖤

Bonus: Here’s the yacht bedroom picture I used as a reference! =)

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x oc #taehyung x you #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut

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b0d1ly-st3w · 1 year

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have my postal 1 dude headcanons because hes so meeeeee

tw for mentions of self harm

• hed just barely turned 20 by the time postal 1 happened

• a bit of a mallgoth, really loved nine inch nails and marilyn manson

• had a really bad self harm addiction back in highschool, he was 2 years clean by postal 1

• actually felt so bad for everything hed done, cant even hear fake gunshots without wanting to throw up

• i believe that the demon was responsible for his breakdown, it convinced him that everyone was poisoned and that he was the only one that could save them

• schizophrenic, has hurt himself before because voices convinced him to do so

• shy and selectively mute

• other postal dudes treat him like a kid because of his age (postal 4 dude is his parental figure)

• asshole dad who was never around

• smokes like a chimney, anytime anyone sees him he always seems to have a cigarette in his hand

• great with kids, thats why he couldnt bring himself to hurt them

• the funeral ending was a hallucination (ik thats redux but they are practically the same leave me alone)

• the most traumatised postal dude

• would probs be a mitski stan

• autistic, bites the other postal dudes

• loves cats

• bisexual and in denial (has a fat crush on every single member of nin)

• just starts screaming randomly, but not in a funny way like a genuine terror way

• stares at people with his autism eyes

• wears his sunglasses everywhere

• lives off cheese and vodka (hes like an alcoholic mouse)

• absolutely loves horror movies, gets postal 4 dude to watch them with him

• scared of corkscrew, but corkscrew really likes him and feels the need to protect him

• suffered from anorexia at a young age, sometimes has days where he literally cant eat anything without crying

• people pleaser, changes his entire personality to make people happy

• loves wool sweaters, practically lives in them

• always cold

• drinks to forget

• gets randomly angry for no apparent reason, will start punching the shit out of people and screaming

• against the big light prefers lamps

• will just sit in the corner and listen while people talk

• loves pepperoni pizza

• still has braces

• probably loves hello kitty but will never admit it

• shoplifts literally anytime he goes into a store, steals things for other postal dudes

• would violently sob to real men by mitski

• bullys postal 4 dudes music but actually likes it (can you tell i love the idea of them being friends?)

i added more because ive got so many headcanons for this emo loser <3

• really picky with what he can eat, will spit anything out he doesnt like

• his family where heavily religious, thats why he wears a cross

• can fall asleep literally anywhere

• defos a stoner

• practically lived at korn concerts

• likes hugs but also despises being touched

• corkscrew carries him about everywhere, gives him piggybacks all the time

• either completely stone cold or really giggly and happy, there is no in between

• uses :⁠-⁠) :⁠-⁠P :⁠-⁠O :⁠-⁠( when texting

• probably likes cannibal corpse

• chop suey! by system of a down is his anthem

• spins around in circles to stim, postal 2 guy joins in because funni

• steals peoples jackets

• would be absolutely cracked at hatsune miku project diva

• has a hyperfixation on music and plays bass

• i think he would be really soft spoken most the time

• when hes drunk hes absolutely mayhem, runs around and throws cushions at people

• tried to give himself a stick and poke and got mad when it didnt look good

• if postal 1 was set in the early 2000s i think hed be an emo

• goes nonverbal often, hardly ever speaks

• claustrophobic, will start crying if he feels trapped

• hates parades (unless its a pride one #ally)

• (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠) stares at people like this

• tooth gap<3333

• hates wearing bandages around his arms because theyre itchy and uncomfortable

• probably had an entire bag of bandaids on standby

• ik he canonically has sorta short hair but i like to think its really long

• wanted a mohawk

• wears eyeliner but will deny it even though its so obvious

• he did have a girlfriend at one point but she left him because he was strange (autism making him bitchless💀)

• ik this makes no sense but i think it would be funny af if he was scottish, like all the other postal dudes expect him to sound like them but then he starts speaking in the heaviest scottish accent imaginable (and before you say im only saying that because hes ginger im scottish so im actually projecting get it right)

• gave himself so many piercings but half of them closed up

• likes flavoured tea, his fav is peppermint

• would probably have a crush on tyler durden

• not really a hc but imagine him falling asleep on the sofa and postal 4 dude covering him with a nice fluffy blanket and giving him a little kiss on the forehead like dads in movies 😭😭😭

• wanted to be a musician growing up

• would watch the entire saw franchise in one sitting

• postal 4 dude always checks his arms and makes sure hes eaten, but he doesnt get upset with him if he does relapse or doesnt eat because he knows hes trying

• everyone tells him all their drama because they know he wont tell anyone (he knows everything)

• no one is willing to argue with him because he will either start crying or attack them

• probably bipolar

• signed postal 2 guys petition

• probably rabid/j

• really good at art

• scared of seagulls

• hes really lanky and tall

• (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) default facial expression

• red is his favourite colour

• hes an anti-shaggin moment/ref

• will just lay on top of people with absolutely no care whatsoever

• really bad at helping others, hed probably awkwardly giggle at someone crying

• he likes stuffed animals, has a whole collection of them because he was never allowed them when he was a kid

• if you asked him his pronouns hed probably bite you (he doesnt understand)

• if demon ever got a physical form all the dudes (excluding 1) would team up and beat its ass

• demon still appears sometimes and even tells 1 what to do, but he does his best not to listen

TW!! SLIGHT DESCRIPTION OF S/H

• one time postal 3 dude was just going downstairs to get some water and found 1 on the floor sobbing, hed had an episode and sliced his arm pretty bad, 3 did his best to help and swore he wouldnt tell 4 but he found out anyways

• hates chocolate cake with every fibre of his being

• paints his nails all the time, comes downstairs every day with a new colour

• one of the dudes got him a copy of pretty hate machine on cd for christmas and it was his most favourite thing for months

• loves little insects, willingly picks them up

• collects so much random shit its insane

i got more

• can never sit in pure silence because there always seems to be noise, but really its all in his head (this is based on some of the tracks from the redux soundtrack as obviously some of them are just unintelligible noise)

• picks at his skin alot

• used to skip school alot, but always did well in tests and exams

• cant swim

• actually really loved school

• salt and vinegar crisps man

• actually tried to quit smoking but failed horribly

• uses internet slang and postal 4 guy has absolutely no fucking clue what hes on about

thats all i got

#postal #postal 1 #postal dude #headcanons #tw self destructive behavior

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Twisted Wonderland Next Gen AU, Part 1

Jamilah Bint-Asim

She's the middle child and only daughter to Kalim Al-Asim and Jamil Asim. She looks identical to Jamil, and because of this, she's often scrutinized and looked down on by other members of the upper class. Her existence is a constant reminder that the lowest class has infiltrated the aristocracy. She is an omen of what the previous generations are terrified of. Jamilah acknowledges that because of this, she won't find love in the aristocracy, and she doesn't think many people "lesser" than her are going to actually like her. Because of this, she has dumbed herself down to be found appealing as a marriage candidate, seeing this as her "duty to (her) family" despite how little Kalim cares about traditional roles. She is highly intelligent, crafty, quick-witted, cunning, and strategic. She is the kind of girl who will debate with you for hours without faltering once. But still, she feels as if she needs to make herself more palatable for the masses and any potential suitors. She taught herself sewing and embroidery, a skill she will not need because she intends on marrying someone with a minimum of fifty servants, but it's an attractive skill set nonetheless. She makes herself appear smart but not smart enough to outshine her husband, dumb but not dumb enough to be impossible to talk to, and utterly beautiful but not desirable enough to attract a second lover. She hates it all. She despises the idea of having to marry for her power, she's exhausted by sitting pretty, she's tired of holding her tongue, and she is so thoroughly done with this carefully crafted persona she made for herself. It sickens her. It sickens her that Rayon is only the heir because he was born first, not because he's better than her. It sickens her that Khalil gets to act so carefree and go out every night, not giving a single damn that he will be nothing in the grand scheme of things, even going as far as to truly love a man and nobody batting an eye at him. But may the seven forbid Jamilah even glances at that beautiful boy with teal hair and glowing yellow eyes. He's smart mouthed and quiet and oh so perfect, holding a conversation with her with ease. It's as if he's made for her, but she can't risk giving up her only chance for power. When she meets that pretty Leech boy, she's already on her way to becoming unstable and greedy, desperate for a chance at being recognized as great. It only worsens when Rayon is elected as Housewarden of Scarabia, and he has the audacity to pick Romilde Bucchi as his vice. Romilde is the son of Najma Viper and Ruggie Bucchi. He acknowledges himself as lesser, as death fodder, and yet he's still held in higher regard than Jamilah? Are you KIDDING me? Sure, she dug her grave by trying to seem like the perfect woman in the eyes of the assholes picking wives for their sons, but this was downright insulting. She'll do anything to be recognized, even if it means hurting the only people she can still willingly love.

Jamilah either seizes the title of vice housewarden using her signature spell and overblots, or she does something grand and gets briefly suspended and a talking to from her dads. It all spills out eventually, tears streaming down her face as she confesses to everything.

"I want to be loved! I want to actually mean something to someone, but I want to be recognized, too. I don't want to be forgotten! Everyone will remember Rayon, he'll be the head Asim after all, but nobody will remember me unless I marry well! I hate sewing, I hate embroidery, I hate watching my weight, I hate this awful feeling that I'm going to mean nothing in the end! I just want to feel better. I want to be loved..."

Everything after that will be revealed at a later date, but here's a nice little info dump.

Signature Spell

Red Dancer

"As my venom seeps into your pores, you recognize me as your master."

Jamilah can produce a venom that can induce an impressionable state when touched by another person. After the venom infects the afflicted, it will leave them susceptible to anything Jamilah asks of them, ranging from physical commands to mental ones. The effects will last anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour, even longer if swallowed or injected into the bloodstream.

While under Jamilah's control, the afflicted will refer to her as "Master" or "My lady" while the two are alone, but if commanded, they will refer to her as Jamilah around others.

The afflicted's eyes will appear hazy and glossed over, and unless commanded not to, they will keep a blank expression and monotone voice

Jamilah can spit her venom up to six feet away, but she first has to let her venom pool in her mouth

The venom she produces is a dark purple color, but if she were to overblot, it would turn black

Her most common way to infect people is by spitting her venom because the spell will quickly melt into the skin, but when she administers it another way, her verbal incantation changes. ("As my venom drips down your throat, you recognize me as your master."/ "As my venom fills your veins, you recognize me as your master."

When infecting her victim by pouring the venom into their mouth, it tends to stain their teeth purple. When biting them, it leaves to large puncture wounds.

Because her UM cannot affect her, the purple venom she produces can stain her lips, skin, teeth, and mouth an amethyst-y purple.

Misc Information

Straight C+ student, enough to pass each class but not enough to excel

Impressive magic, but frequently overshadowed by what her brothers can do

Biggest daddy's girl despite the fact she actively tries to annoy them

Convinced herself that asking Jamil to do things would annoy him, and it doesn't help that Kalim is frequently busy

Saw a photo of Cater in college and immediately decided to base her entire wardrobe around her style

In a shitty garage band, she made her own t-shirts but talked herself out of showing anyone in the family

Adores her grandfather (Karam)

She's getting fangs

Absolute asshole, will taunt anyone and anything

Acts like Rayon's bodyguard whenever Romilde is doing his own thing

She does a lot more around the house than anyone (except probably Jamil) has realized

Somehow scored an inferiority complex in her early years that later transformed into a superiority complex

Taught herself the accordion because she was bored

Has been poisoned a dozen or so times, kidnapped only five times

He lowest ransom sum was 20,000 thaurmarks

When she was younger, she would crawl into one of her parents' laps and nap there

Her signature spell is either going to be fire related or venom related, either way I want it to be highly dangerous and seem out of character to anyone not close to her

She drives Khalil everywhere, and sometimes she'll insist on driving Rayon when she decides he's unfit to drive (mild headache, sick, tired, hungry, etc)

Lies through her teeth CONSISTENTLY

Convinced herself that she didn't actually earn an invitation to NRC and it was Kalim throwing money at Crowley

If any of the next gen kids were to overblot, I guarantee she'd be one of them

Surprisingly sporty, she joined the basketball team upon entering NRC

She looks exactly like Jamil and Najma, it's uncanny

Genuinely loves her family, but she resents the fact they aren't all that normal

She is a very romantic person, but she actively avoids seeking out relationships out of fear of being used for wealth

Already asked her dads to arrange her a marriage by the time she graduates

She is incredibly pessimistic, calling Rayon "The cause of half my problem and yet one of the reasons I can still smile."

There are multiple videos circulating of Jamilah fighting people, mainly without magic but sometimes with

Professor Trein has sent multiple emails about how it's obvious Jamilah is holding back, but she denies it consistently

Loves her Auntie Najma and thinks her Uncle Ruggie is cool

Asked Floyd if the carpet matched the drapes during the OG gen's reunion and she got popped on the mouth in the same breath

Clinically depressed but will pretend that diagnosis doesn't exist

Sometimes when she's upset she'll scour the house to find Jamil, grab his hand, sit him on the couch, and then cuddle into him like she's a small child

Weird obsession with Kuromi and My Melody

Collects porcelain toys and lines her shelves with them

She refused to speak until age three

Her preferred method of communication is throwing things and vague gesturing

Great at strategy games, absolute shit when it comes to luck based ones

Sometimes she remembers she won't ever truly enjoy life and she cries until she stops breathing

Asthmatic

She has an incredibly unhealthy relationship with food

Hates how tall she is, refuses to wear heels because of it

Jokes about killing herself a little too often, but never in front of her dads

Goes shopping with Maria Octavia because she doesn't have many good friends

On her way to becoming an addict of some kind if she doesn't chill out

Has attempted to fist fight Sebek Jr. before (while drunk AND while sober)

Called Farris a bitch one time and now she doesn't remember a solid week of her life

Distrusting of all things

She asked Najma to draw bridal henna on her one time, she pretended she married some faceless man who'd be the love of her life

Has played multiple public shows before, but they don't do well

Her sneaking out method is much different than Khalil's, instead of being as quiet as possible she'll slam the door open and make a break for it

Has hopped many fences

Doesn't shoplift but has thought about armed robbery

Her favorite foods are chocolate coconut cookies and spicy noodles

She genuinely enjoys classes about ancient magic

She wants to be one of the Great Asims, but she gave up on that dream as soon as she recognized what a line of succession was.

She wants to visit the old ruins in the Briar Valley and the ghost towns in the Sunset Savannah.

She loves karaoke but hates asking people to go with her, so she usually goes alone.

She rarely sleeps, sitting in Rayon's room and wondering if he's as worried about life as she is.

Her love language is physical touch, so although she's bad at expressing her feelings, she hugs her family frequently.

Her coping methods usually involve self-inflicted pain, finding it the only way to regulate herself. It's not healthy, and she'll work on it eventually.

Autistic.

Student Profile

Name: Jamilah Bint-Asim

Abjad: جميلة بنت عاصم

Kanji: ジャミラ・ビント��アシム

Birthday: April 2nd (Aries)

Age: 17

Height: 5'7 (170 cm)

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: The Scalding Sands

Family: Kalim Al-Asim (Father), Jamil Asim (Father), Rayon Al-Asim (Brother), Khalil Al-Asim (Brother), Najma Bucchi (Aunt), Ruggie Bucchi (Uncle By Marriage), Romilde Bucchi (Cousin)

Other Names: Sick, Milipede (Josephine Leech), Dame Venimeuse (Emilia Schoenheit-Hunt)

Grade: Sophmore

Class: 2-B

Club: Basketball

Best Subject: None of them

Hobbies: Making music

Pet Peeves: Procrastination

Favorite Food: Falafel

Least Favorite Food: Soup

Talent: Finances

School Uniform

Summer: A short sleeved white button-up shirt with a maroon sweater vest paired with an above-the-knee-length black skirt and white tube socks. She also wears black loafers.

Standard: Red sleeveless hoodie, standard blazer, black pants, maroon arm warmers, maroon leg warmers, black loafers.

Dorm Uniform

Cropped black hoodie, full length sleeveless dorm jacket, hazard tape style belt, standard scrabia pants, the red side panels are ankle length, standard shoes.

Lab Uniform

White lab coat with purple stains near the collar, black gloves, whatever school uniform she was wearing that day

Club Wear

Standard basketball uniform with a purple cheetah print headband and matching sweatbands. Her hair is in a tight bun.

Potential Event Outfits

Beans Day: Monster Camo, styled similarly to Vil's but with both shoulders covered. Hair tied up in low ponytail.

Fairy Gala: Similarly styled to Leona's with cinched waist like Jack's, white and gold, wearing white heels with gold accents. Her hair is braided.

Ghost Marriage: Black tux with maroon and gold accents, black Louboutin heels. Her hair is down.

Wish Upon a Star: Standard ceremonial gown, minus the weird ass tights. Her hair is in a high ponytail.

Scary Monsters: Standard Scarabia wolf costume.

Master Chef: Standard Scarabia chefs uniform, hair hidden inside hat (beneath a hair net).

Camp Vargas: Thick red sweater with a bright yellow hazard vest on top, heavy duty hiking backpack, knee length black shorts, thick black tights, knee pads, brown hiking boots, cheetah print leg warmers, fluffy cheetah print beanie. Her hair is in a high bun.

New Years: Black kimono with a golden snake pattern, a ruby obi, and a thick black veil with golden trim (hides her whole face). Her hair is down.

Harveston: Literally just Jamil's outfit. Her hair is braided. She has on cheetah print earmuffs too but those are removable. The white trim is now cheetah print.

Port Fest: Standard outfit, wearing a white mini skirt instead. Her hair is in space buns.

Glorious Masquerade: Maroon floor length gown with gold trim, a gold long necklace, gold belt, gold heels, gold headpiece, and a maroon venetian mask. Her hair is half up and half down.

Rabbit Festival: Literally just Epel's outfit but with a baby blue cupcake dress underneath. Her hair is in pigtails.

Swimwear: Black bikini with a yellow snake pattern, a sheer golden swimsuit cover, and golden sandals. Her hair is in a high ponytail.

Playful Dress: Lilia's outfit, but remove the tights and make it black, ruby, teal, and gold. Her hair is in a braided crown.

Extra Information

Jamilah's original design was gyaru, and I still add many elements of gyaru fashion into her outfits, but I've toned it down a lot more.

If she overblots, Kalim will bribe Crowley to reduce her expulsion down to a two week suspension and a month of detention.

Kalim taught her how to play the drums.

#soleilthedeity #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #kalim al asim #jamil viper #najma viper #ruggie bucchi #next gen #jamikali #jamil x kalim #kalim x jamil #ruggie x najma #najma x ruggie

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vermont-writes-fanfic · 1 year

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Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing Chapter One (Alucard x Reader)

Request: No

Warnings: Mentions of violence (its Hellsing, what do you expect?), vampires, blood, cursing, weaponry, Alucard being an asshole, mentions of coffin/caskets, guns

Y/n

“Sir Integra, you must be joking, surely I’m not good enough to join the ranks alongside the Hellsing force!” I say, eyes wide at the proposal. Me, to join the ranks and officially work for Hellsing Organisation? I’ve never even held a gun before, never even gotten into a fight!

“Are you implying that I made an error in judgement by giving you such an opportunity?” She asks, a hint of challenge in her voice, daring me to step out of line.

“S-sir Integra…n-no of course not it’s just that I don’t want to disappoint you, or my father,” I reply, I could care less about disappointing her, it's my fathers reputation that is on the line if I am to be joining the organisation.

“Then it's settled. Alucard,” She calls that beast's name, and as if he was waiting=g her appears, walking through the wall, a twisted grin present on his face. He seems all too happy about this if you ask me.

“I am placing Walter’s daughter under your supervision. You did well in training Walter and you should see to it that you do the same with Y/n.” she continues, why am I to be put with him? Why not shadow my father and work in the estate? Why not at least with Garrison and his fellow men?

He looks towards me walking over and I clench my jaw, as much as I despise his kind, those human sized leeches, I can’t help but feel fear. Most of the vampires I’ve seen disgust me, they invoke rage…but he makes my blood run cold with a simple look. I hate that my hatred can not extend enough to make me glare at him as well. I can’t believe my father would even go along with this! Especially without talking to me!

“My, my, entrusting me with such a delicate specimen? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were testing my resolve Master.” He comments, his look hidden behind the brim of his hat and the glasses he wears, “Are you sure?” he questions.

Sir Integra flicks her cigar into the ashtray before standing up and placing away some papers in a file, “It seems that everyone has taken to questioning me today, need I remind you who I am or are we done wasting time here with these silly questions?”

His lips twitch upwards as a low sound escapes him, a gloved hand taking my chin and forcing me to look up at him into those crimson eyes,”So you're The Angel of Death’s daughter, you look like a little lamb to me. Lost and afraid, are you lost little lamb?” I clench my fists at the mocking tone in his voice, he looks at me as if testing my reactions to his mockery. I maintain the intense eye contact, the opia of our locked gaze almost tangible enough to cut with a knife between us.

“Get your hand off me, you little pet.” I managed to get out, it's not as convincing as I would've liked it to sound but it got the point across. As his grip loosens I pull away from him and huff keeping my arms by my side lest they decide to make some unwise gestures towards the demon. As I turn my back on him I can hear him chuckle at my actions, he just loves to play those childish little games. Playing as if he didn’t know that I was my fathers daughter, all he does is tease and poke fun at me through the estate!

“Perhaps there is a wolf behind that innocent exterior of your little lamb,”

“My name is Y/n use-” I whip around to correct him but trail off seeing had already gone, with a sound of frustration I head to my chambers, unnecessarily slamming my door behind me and unceremoniously flopping onto my bed. I may feel an intense hatred for those overgrown leeches but I don’t aim to ever kill anyone! The thought always stirs something in the back of my mind and I equate it to fear. I may know many ways to hurt people, hell even to extract intel and body disposal methods, but I don’t want to hurt anyone. I take a few deep breaths and sit at the vanity by my bed to brush my hair, it always helps calm me down. As I brush, each stroke working out the knots and kinks within my hair, my mood improves. Perhaps it won’t be too bad, she never said I had to kill anyone, I could be working in intel recon, or a liason of sorts. The only bloodsucker I may encounter is Alucard. Just as I set my brush down a knock comes at my door.

“Go away leech, I want nothing to do with you and your little games today!” I don’t want to deal with him, not right now.

“Now I know I’ve raised you better than name calling, I thought I’d come by and ease your mind. Tea?”

My father asks, pouring himself a cup, I nod and he hands me my own just how I like it.

“Ease my mind? Funny how you think to talk to me now and not before making such a decision as me working for the Hellsing Organisation,” my voice comes out terse, my frustration from earlier boiling up.

“Well it was my intention to speak with you about it much earlier and come to a mutual agreement, but with Alucard and the rise in Vampires I haven't quite had the chance to help make a decision so Sir Integra made one for us I’m afraid,” he say taking a sip and sitting on the chair I was previously in as I move to sit on my bed.

“Did the thought ever cross your mind that maybe I didn't want to work here? I could be leading a normal life outside the estate right now, yet you have me confined within the walls of Sir Integra’s manor.” As I say this, his boot tip bumps into the cart causing a knife to fall off, without a second thought I swipe it up from the air and go to stab it into the cart. I take a pause, why was I going to stab the cart? Placing it down I turn to him for an answer.

“While this did occur to me, you never once complained of working anywhere else or wishing to leave. You very well could have, and it should be in your best interest to continue our tradition of serving the Hellsing Organisation. The Dornez have been doing it for years, your mother and I had an especially long go of it. I do not hold my title for killing dust bunnies about the estate,”

My eyes widen and I look up from my lap, “You killed people-vampires- too? And Mum as well?

“Many, your mother and I both have quite the streak of blood to our names. We knew Alucar then too. Your mother was an excellent snipper, I would string some of them up and she would pop off their heads one by one, the bulls had such a force that nothing was left, quite the mess we often made.”

Hearing him talk so fondly of memories of murder stirs that feeling in the back of my mind, but I don’t really feel afraid.

“And your mother she had quite the affinity for playing with her victims before being through with them, we’d let them loose in the basement and one at a time she would catch them and string them up in a nice little web, torture them in the most atrocious of ways and then finish them in the bloodiest of ways. Earned herself the name Black Widow, because the heads were always found missing.”

That feeling stirs rather violently this time as he tells me in detail an event one time my mother and he took part in, the worse it gets the more intently I listen. There isn’t a way in my mind that that feeling is fear, though now I don’t know what it is….

“But Dornez and your mothers family have been killers for years, though your mother always had a certain air about her with her craft. Enough of that now, rest well and I will show you your choices in weapons tomorrow,” He kisses my forehead and I nod as he leaves. The feeling swirling around in my mind seems to be fighting to the forefront, I change into a nightgown and hum to myself softly lulling myself to sleep.

I hope that whoever read this enjoyed it and don’t be shy to request a story of some sort! Have a wonderful day!

#hellsing #alucard #alucard x reader #alucard fanfiction #Walter Dornez #sir integra #anime fanifction #anime #seras victoria #x reader #alucard imagine

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hirokari · 2 years

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is that not enough for you?

wc: 1k | g: angst, high school!AU, reversed hurt/comfort, could be platonic or romantic- whatever you'd like, gn!reader | w: explicit language

Micheal Afton thinks he's a useless asshole, but you know better. Though, it's really hard to think otherwise when he's going through extreme measures just to avoid you.

Skipping shared classes, taking longer routes to reach his locker, he'll even drive home with his father, who you know very well he despises.

Yet, what had you done to make him despise you even more than he does his father? You have no idea, and just taking a moment to think about it ends in your guilt eating you up, which you won't allow until you'd found out what you'd done.

"Y/N, dear, it's lovely to see you again!" Mrs. Afton pats down your head with an endearing smile when she sees you at the door, not hesitating to welcome you into their abode.

"Hello, Mrs. Afton. Sorry I dropped by without warning," The woman doesn't seem to mind the fact, ushering you in with rushed protests, "No, love, I could never mind. Do you want me to make you anything?"

Your hands, after been rubbed against each other as a nervous habit, immediately rushes to wave in the air, "Oh, no, you don't have to make me anything." You clear your throat for a moment. "I'm here to see Micheal, if that's alright?"

In the familiar, kind manner, Mrs. Afton smooths your sleeve as she shuts the door, "Of course, who am I to deny my son's best friend?"

That erupts a small laugh from you, the surprise that she'd considered you his best friend evident. You suppose he's mentioned you to his family before? Hopeful thinking, you note.

As you ascend up towards Micheal's room, both his siblings are rushing down the same flight of stairs but are rendered still when they see you.

"Hi Liz, Evan," You greet, sending a small smile. Though obviously excited, they both greet back with grins, only finally continuing to run downstairs after you'd passed them.

They've grown, you notice, and with physical appearance follows obedience. The last time you'd came over they couldn't latch away from you, Elizabeth with her constant offers of imaginative tea and Evan who'd just enjoyed your presence as he tugs on your shirt, wordless.

You can't help but wonder how much things have changed since the last time you'd talked to Micheal.

Your best friend's room is the last one down the hall, you couldn't possibly forget. And if you did, you'd still be able to tell with all the stickers he'd adorned the door with, ranging from rock band stickers to other ridiculous quotes you don't think you want to recite.

Your fist comes in contact to the wood thrice. "...Micheal?"

"Go home, Y/N." His answer is immediate, it's cold and distant and muffled. He's been expecting you. "No," You huff, stern. "I'm am going to talk to you— even if it's the last thing I do."

The door unlocks, and suddenly it's swung open violently. Micheal looms over you with a cold stare, leaning against the door frame. "Fine. You wanna talk, let's talk."

It's now that you realize... you hadn't exactly planned up to this point. And it seems that Micheal had figured that too, because he sneers, looking away in disbelief.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" You ask in a quiet voice. That, the mere, small volume of your voice, surprises him. In all honesty, he'd expected you to scream at him, seeing as how frustrated you look right now.

"I don't-" He pauses. "I don't like being around you anymore, I guess."

"You guess? Micheal Afton, you have no right to say that after all the people I've lost in the process of being friends with you. They hurt me and you were there for me, we spent so many nights talking about everything, and now you don't like being around me?"

You take a step forward, Micheal takes one step back. Noticing this, you advance another two steps, laughing a little in bewilderment when he takes an equal amount of steps backwards.

"When did it come to this? Do I disgust you that much?"

"You don't disgust me," His voice is suddenly genuine and filled with sincerity, it makes you mad how fast he'd switched.

"Then what is it, Mike!? What makes you hate me so much you don't even want to talk about it!?"

"Why are you even here?" Micheal's voice wavers, it shocks you a little, silencing you. "What do you see in me that keeps you here? Why are you trying for an asshole, Y/N?"

"You're not an asshole. If you were an asshole I wouldn't care if you've been avoiding me. If you were an asshole you wouldn't care about me, either." Your arms stretch out and hold his shoulders. "...do you care?"

"I do,"

"You're not an asshole."

There's a moment of silence, the darkness of his room engulfing the pair of you as you still, feeling him take your wrists into his own hold.

"I don't even know why you keep me around," Mumbles Micheal. "I'm nothing like you− you're changing the world! You're-you're saving lives! And I'm not. And I won't. I'm not changing anything, I'm not smart or strong like you, I don't have the energy to try for anyone- I'm nothing."

Despite the lack of light in the room, you still meets eyes with him, feeling remorse at the glassy look in them.

"I'm pretty sure I'm what they call an asshole, Y/N-"

"Mike, how many times do I have to say you are not an asshole. You're changing my world, you're saving my life! And don't you dare say you're anything less than I am. You are strong and smart and loved." You swallow thickly, breath shaky when he lets you hold his face in your hands.

"Is that not enough for you?"

"It-" Micheal pauses, feeling selfish as he relishes the feeling of your thumb rubbing across the skin of his jaw. "It is. I-I never knew you felt that way, I-"

He gasps, even yelps a little, when you embrace him with your arms wrapped around his torso, letting you bury your head into his shoulder. He returns the hug and holds you tighter, breathing in your scent that he must admit he missed, swaying around as he presses his cheek against the crown of your head.

"I don't like not talking to you."

"Yeah?"

"It's boring."

Micheal sighs into your hair. "'M sorry. I promise I won't avoid you again."

a/n: hahahah OH TO SAY THESE THINGS TO MICHEAL AFTON AND TELL HIM HE IS NOT ENTITLED TO HIS FATHER.

a/n: i had to keep liz and evan alive you won't ever catch me writing an au where they are gone YOU WON'T. thank you to turk anon for encouraging me to write an afton imagine ^_^

#♪ mari writes!#micheal afton #micheal afton x reader #micheal afton imagines #micheal afton blurbs #micheal afton scenarios #micheal afton drabbles #fnaf #fnaf imagines #fnaf x reader #fnaf drabbles #fnaf blurbs #fnaf scenarios #OH LAWD I WROTE FOR FNAF GOOD LORD HELP ME #lord i've done it #i can't believe i've done this. its 4AM i have school. I WROTE 1K WORDS IM DOWN BAD #in my defense i'd like to comfort micheal with all affirmations HE NEEDS IT HE SERIOUSLY NEEDS IT

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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I Became the Tyrants Secretary - By Gio (9/10)

Reading this is kind of relaxing. You know where the plot is going, but everybody is cute. The dialogue is cute. The side characters are cute. The villains are harmless, annoying losers that exist to make the crazy male lead look better. The art is fantastic. The main couple is incredibly dense. They don't realize they're in love until you're forty chapters deep in a romance that moves slower than a snail.

Emperor Cahir is perfect. Too perfect. He gets violent when his subordinates make mistakes because he thinks they're incompetent. He barely sleeps. He dominates the battlefield every time he goes to war. He's the male lead in a stereotypical romance novel. That novel has been corrupted by two reincarnated women.

Rosalind Verites is a side character with no lines in the original novel. Her family gets executed by Cahir after a series of misunderstandings. Her adorable older brother became the Emperor's secretary, and he was incompetent. So after a few mistakes they were all slaughtered. The original Cahir in the novel became more and more unhinged until the entire country feared him. His only soft spot was his kind wife Ella. He was an asshole that only his wife could love. Rosalind knows this, so she goes to the palace to take the position instead.

Cahir is unreasonable. He's haughty and he draws his sword to threaten his own employees every day. As soon as Rosalind tries to introduce herself he tries to kick her out. He thinks she is too beautiful. He suspects that the Empress Dowager sent her to distract him. Rosalind negotiates with him and proves her loyalty swiftly and smartly. The Emperor loves competent people, so he hires her. Mostly because his chief aide, Derek, could really use the extra help.

Derek is a super sweet guy and his relationship with his wife is adorable. He vouches for Rosalind. He thinks she's a good candidate. Nobody wants to be the Emperor's secretary because he's so demanding. He thinks the willing and eager Rosalind deserves a chance. He's also genuinely funny and not just a cardboard cutout. He's also sort of the Emperor's only friend. He tells Rosalind shocking things. Cahir...cares about poor people???? And orphans??? He strips nobles of their titles when they abuse his citizens. He's mostly cruel to the nobles, and his enemies. He treats his citizens very preciously. He snaps at his courtiers because he expects more from them. He despises lazy people, because he believes that those in power must work harder.

He was born in a very harsh environment. The previous Emperor was a bastard with many lovers. Cahir's mother was thrown away to die after he lost interest in her. Then, he was sent to die on the battlefield when a new Queen was crowned. He conquered the battlefield instead, and took over the army. Then he killed countless corrupt nobles and officials. That's why his reputation is so bad. The nobles fear him, so his citizens mistakenly believe that he's going to hurt them too. Reality is very different. He had to rebuild the kingdom from the ground up to make it prosperous.

Cahir is a little weird, but he's pretty cool.

Rosalind impresses him again and again. Eventually he starts to worry about her health, because she's working so hard. He slowly becomes gentler, because Rosalind shows him that he's not alone. The new courtiers under him ARE loyal. They do love him and they understand that his violent culling brought peace. They want to help him. They need his guidance, and that's ok. Expecting perfection is only going to make your employees too scared to speak up. After Rosalind teaches him these lessons the palace becomes more peaceful.

The second woman that reincarnated is Ella. In the original novel Ella was a spoiled, kind wife that let her husband become an unreasonable tyrant. Her reincarnation is even worse. She's a yandere who expects her destined love to dote on her. She doesn't care about the country, or politics. She only wants to be loved.

She's also a complete moron. She allies with the Empress Dowager to get into the palace. Cahir hates the Empress Dowager. He wishes he could kill her, but he doesn't want his people to fear him more than they already do, so he can't. Ella joins the Empress to get invitations to palace balls and events. Rosalind knows that Ella is the main character, so she expects them to fall in love as well. The Emperor completely ignores her.

Why wouldn't he? Ella is rude and inconsiderate. She's friends with the old woman that has been trying to kill him since he was a kid. She has no skills. She's just another pretty lady looking for a husband. The reincarnated version of Ella is not his type. Rosalind gets insecure anyway, but then Ella starts acting crazy. She thinks Cahir belongs to her. She's been waiting for his aggressive love so she can love him aggressively in return. Cahir doesn't even remember her name when she barges into his palace again, but she keeps coming back. She fails and pisses off the Emperor every time she uses the Empress Dowager to get in.

After Cahir falls for Rosalind he becomes more than a little obsessed, but he's sweeter now. He asks Derek for advice. He asks Rosalind for her opinion. He's desperate to make her his, but he's also clumsy. He threatens to murder everybody who looks at her the wrong way, but nobody does. The other ladies of the Empire really admire Rosalind. Her charity work is legendary. She's been working in the palace for five years at this point, and everybody respects her. She's the best possible Empress candidate.

Ella is the only real obstacle in the way.

I'm pretty sure she's dead meat, but the webtoon hasn't ended yet.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #recommended #rec #webtoon #I Became the Tyrants Secretary

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