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i-write-things · 7 months

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Hey! I love your characterization of Chrollo. How do you think he would react if his darling was afraid of the dark? Like she needs to let the shutters open a little in order to have some moon light, ect?

Oh, well, this depends on the Chrollo. Sometimes there are scenarios where Yan! Chrollo reacts a lot different from regular Chrollo. I'll do both because I don't know which one you're asking for. Regular Chrollo: Honestly, he's a little confused. He doesn't understand why an adult is so afraid of the dark, but he just assumes it has to do with some trauma. He will at some point confront you about it, asking if you have some trauma that makes you afraid of the dark. If the answer is yes, then he asks about it. He reminds you that you don't have to tell him, but he would encourage you to get it off your chest. It doesn't matter if you tell him about it in the end, no matter what, he will comfort you and do his best to slowly help you get through it. He's also very considerate and will get a nightlight for whenever you sleep together. (He tried his best to find a spider themed one, but there wasn't any, so he settled for a space themed one, lol)

If it isn't related to any trauma, however, and you tell him that it just scares you, he will be a little confused, but try his best to understand. Are you afraid of being alone in the dark? Or, more accurately, not being alone? Are you afraid of not being able to see what's in front of you? Are you afraid of spirits? He's actually intrigued, but still confused. Despite this, he never judges you. Everyone is afraid of something, after all. Why should he be judgmental about it? Fear is fear. He'd try to comfort you, but it won't be as much and constant as compared to if you have trauma. Instead, he will focus majority of that time on trying to slowly get you over it. If you don't seem to be making any progress, however, he might just cut you off cold turkey of any light source during the night until you get over it. He'll still be there with you, but he thinks if push comes to shove, you might just have to get over it the hard way. Yan! Chrollo: Now, this is where it really takes a turn. You see, Yan! Chrollo has a different mindset from regular Chrollo. Regular Chrollo thinks, "Oh no, my love is afraid of the dark, I must help them get better and comfort them." As opposed to Yandere Chrollo's mindset, which is, "Hell yeah, another advantage!" You see, Yan! Chrollo......he wouldn't actually help you get over your fear. In fact, he might put you in the dark a little more often so he could be there for you, wrap his safe, strong arms around you and tell you that nothing will happen while he's here.

"Shh...don't worry, love. Nothing will hurt you.... I promise."

When you start falling with Stockholm syndrome, he might be a little better, though, because he doesn't have to force you into his arms anymore, he can just do it and you wouldn't resist. Or hell, you might even do it yourself. Once you start seeking out comfort on your own and once you start behaving better and acting more affectionate, then he will make your life a little easier and leave the shudders open slightly to let some moonlight in. If you're really nice, he might even get you one of those old LED alarm clocks that sit on your bedside that light up and tell you the time. This way, it's a little less dark and you can at least keep track of how much time has passed, since he knows that being in the same house for who knows how long really fucks up your sense of time. Something he does similar to regular Chrollo, however, is he does still wonder why you're afraid. But don't worry, he'll go ahead and ask while your wrapped up in his arms. Even if you don't answer, he'll get the answer from you eventually by analyzing your every move.

Overall, I'd say Regular Chrollo is better to have in this situation because at least he comforts you in hopes you feel better and actually tries to help you get over it, unlike Yan! Chrollo, who does the opposite and makes sure you never get over it, so you rely on him and constantly seek him out for comfort.

Either way, you'd have someone to hold you and cuddle with every night and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you drift off to sleep...

#chrollo #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo x reader #i write for you #writing for you #chrollo headcanon #answering asks #thank you for asking though #this was actually fun to write #I hope you didn't leave already because I started working on this as soon as I received it because I happened to be on #I only intended it to be a couple of paragraphs long...#Yeah #you probably left by now #haha

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beauleifu · 1 year

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Got two asks regarding similar concepts so I decided to answer both of them simultaneously. I would tag anonymous lmao but can't do that, so instead @zoomerinaboomercostume here's the idea! THIS IS FOR YOUUUUUU I hope you enjoy! :)))

R!Y/N: Redson's Y/N

M!Y/N: Mayor's Y/N

Mac!Y/N: Macaque's Y/N

MK!Y/N: MK's Y/N

H!Y/N: Huntsman's Y/N

YJ!Y/N: Yin & Jin's Y/N

N!Y/N: Nezha's Y/N

SW!Y/N: Sun Wukong's Y/N

Perspective is Y/N from Heartstrings, so Syntax's Y/N <3

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No one knows how it happened.

All you know is that you were simply ordering a tall glass of Shirley Temple when a group of strangers you swear you've met before stroll into the bar. A few hold their heads high, others are busy on their phones, or reading, or simply avoiding eye contact. Then one of them spots you sitting in the corner and points.

"Over there! (Y/N)!"

Startled, you rear back in your chair as the cluster of people who look strangely like you hustle over, a few grabbing unclaimed chairs along the way.

At the sudden intrusion, you all but throw your hands up in surrender. "Whoa whoa whoa-"

"Chill, (Y/N), we're friends," the confident one says. "I'm SW!Y/N."

"Um. Who??"

You just wanted a drink.

Any questions you may have are drowned out by everyone suddenly pulling up a chair (the sound of wood against the ground is very ear-grating - you catch a lot of customers wince). An aloof looking individual actually takes a swing from your drink.

The injustice has you finally coming back to reality, and you snatch your Shirly Temple away. "Hey! That's mine!"

"Don't you mean 'ours'?" They hum, eyebrow raising.

You gape, grip tight on the glass. "I-I don't-"

A hand lays gently upon your shoulder, and you swivel to face the confident looking stranger. They're wearing a wide smile, eyes sparkling.

"Don't worry, (Y/N), we'll catch you up," SW!Y/N says, winking.

Your eyes scan the mass of strangers, surprised that everyone managed to fit around the small table that was once all yours.

Ho boy.

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"Huh."

SW!Y/N nods solemnly, but they're wearing a smile. "Yeah. Some of the people you see here have been through hell and back."

"No shit," you say, staring numbly at the glass in your hands; you swirl the liquid around for a moment before raising your eyes to meet so called M!Y/N. "So you're the one who has to deal with a crazed bone demon?"

They shrug. "It's not bad. He's really quite loving."

"Uh-huh. Suuuuure," someone called MK!Y/N snorts, making a cuckoo sign near their temple with a finger.

"And??"

"You ever think about how many times that lunatic has put my partner in danger? MK won't stop complaining about how creepy the Mayor is, and I think he's right," says MK!Y/N, expression hardening. "He's a nasty brute with two braincells and a hygiene problem."

M!Y/N presses their lips together. "He is not. Like your MK is any better."

You frown slightly, watching the two converse. SW!Y/N butts in eventually, joining MK!Y/N's side, as their parter, Sun Wukong, has beef with the Mayor as well.

It's . . . interesting.

You're getting to know a little bit about your interdimensional counterparts, the shards of you scattered into different timelines.

They're all . . . you. And it's fascinating.

R!Y/N and Mac!Y/N are deep in conversation at the end of the table, heads close together and a glass of tequila in each hand, both half empty. H!Y/N is berating the two, trying to take their drinks away with a deep scowl on their face. The interactions are surely attracting lots of attention, but thankfully the bar is mostly empty. Whoever remains are those too drunk to properly figure out why a bunch of strangers are gathered at a tiny table in the corner. And all of them look almost exactly the same.

There are some differences, though.

You notice that N!Y/N has a pretty glass lotus pin on their shirt, painted an elaborate shade of pink; R!Y/N is carrying a switchblade at their belt and a training staff hooked in the sash behind their back; SW!Y/N's wrists are adorned with two heavy gold bands, encrypted with cool designs.

Even Mac!Y/N seems to be wearing a red scarf similar to that of their partner's, a touching sentiment that Macaque probably finds adorable.

You have yet to meet the imposing figure, but thankfully Syntax loves to complain.

Y&J!Y/N doesn't seem to be wearing anything, until you got a glance at their lock screen and saw a photo of the two demons posing stupidly in a kitchen (like yours!), holding up their creation. They look so, so proud.

Even though whatever they made is charred black.

M!Y/N also seems to have a token of their partner; a simple silver choker with a blue rose in the center. And H!Y/N is wearing a thick jacket similar to Huntsman's, the inside made out of pelts. MK!Y/N has a red bow in their hair, embroidered with the same golden bands as on MK's headband.

Huh.

What do you have?

Absently, you finger the band around your wrist.

Looking down, you smile fondly at the friendship bracelet, your cheeks growing hot. You have enough.

"Okay, okay, CHILL. We don't NEED to know whoever's the best fighter!" R!Y/N is saying, arms held out for order. Then, they place one hand on their hip. "Clearly it is I, since I train the most."

Wow, they even have similar mannerisms to that of their partners.

N!Y/N rolls their eyes. "In your dreams, maybe."

"Well, it's not you! You sleep all day!"

Nezha's partner inhales sharply, clearly offended. Meeting R!Y/N's challenging glare, they huff. "Obviously not. I have work!"

"So do I!"

H!Y/N cocks a brow. "Um. We're all the same person. So we all work."

Everyone suddenly turns to look at you.

Weakly, you raise your half-empty Shirley Temple. "Hear, hear."

Your phrase is greeted with eerily similar grins of approval, and everyone automatically looks at SW!Y/N, who raises their hand to call the bartender. "Oi! We need drinks!"

"Fuck yes," Mac!Y/N hisses.

Y&JY/N stiffens. "Nah, no alcohol for you. You had an entire bottle just yesterday, dude."

"That was one time. We met like three days ago, you don't know me."

"I am you, dumbass," Y&J scoffs, arms folding.

Macaque's lover suddenly stands up, hands slapping down on the table before one of them points at the other. "HA! YOU SAID DUMBASS. Took you long enough to start insulting me, doll. If we're the same person, why do you dislike cursing so much?"

"Maybe because I'm surrounded by two innocent cinnamon rolls," says Y&JY/N, unamused.

H!Y/N leans forward, smirking. "You sure they're innocent?"

"Wha??"

"Huntsman told me once that he had a quarrel with those two brutes. And boy, they can come up with some pretty creative insults," they say, laughing wickedly.

R!Y/N joins in. "You sure you know your boys well enough, Y&JY/N?"

The defender looks around, gaping. "But- no, I- they'd never cuss, at least not in front of me. I mean, they have before-"

"Admit it, those two are bastards."

M!Y/N interrupts them with glasses shoved their way, filled with a fizzy liquid that's sharp to the nose. Mac!Y/N breaks into a wide grin - only to have their reaching hand swatted away by both H!Y/N and Y&JY/N. The two look at each other, perhaps surprised to discover that they agree in at least one thing; alcohol is bad.

Okay, you have to admit. You're curious.

When everyone has their drinks (ignoring the weirded-out gaze of the bartender), you lean forward.

"All right. So does anyone wanna tell me how they fell in love with versions of people that my partner seems to despise?" You ask, sipping absently from your glass.

SW!YN lifts a finger. "Also how those people fell in love with us."

"Yeah, 'cause we're sooo unlovable," R!Y/N jokes.

"I'll go first," SW!Y/N says, ignoring the other's sarcastic comment. Sighing, they gaze into their glass. "I met Sun Wukong through MK, who's my best friend. After taking part in a few training lessons with the Monkey King, he decided he saw something in me and wanted to pursue it. One thing led to another, and now he's waking me up at 3am because his lawyer found his location and is coming right that second to discuss some trivial issues. Fucker literally flew me out the window and I barely had enough time to get my things.

"But he's nice, a really good guy. When I was sick one time, he wouldn't leave my side. Thought that peaches would enhance the healing process and almost snuck me one of those immortal ones- " Several gasps rang around the table, and SW!Y/N snorts. "Yeah, why didn't I take it? Anyways. That's my monkey boy, I guess."

MK!Y/N smiles. "Funny how in your dimension, MK is your best friend, whereas in mine . . ."

"He's your lover, ooo, so romantic," Mac!/YN drawls.

The other whirls around to glare at the red-scarf wearing idiot. "Hey, MK is actually a pretty solid lover, okay? He can be romantic! I mean, taking me out on the roof was super sweet, so-"

"Yeah, Nezha did that with me, too," N!Y/N says with a smile.

Everyone is nodding, mumbling agreement.

You blink. "Me, too. Hey . . ." A thought strikes you, and you look to SW!Y/N for permission. "You think there are certain events in our dimensions that happen no matter what? I mean, there might be different people, but the event is still the same thing, same place, same time?"

This time, it's H!Y/N who hums thoughtfully. "That could be true. Like we're all following a similar path, but with slight coding alterations?"

"Like a choose your own adventure game?" You ask.

"Yeah, where different choices lead to different scenarios, but the places and events are somewhat similar."

At H!Y/N's indifferent shrug, you suddenly tilt your head, smiling.

"Since when did Huntsman's lover get so inquisitorial?"

They get the hint, raising an unamused eyebrow, arms crossed so tightly you're reminded of the brute hunter. "Working with Huntsman, I'm able to cross paths with Syntax more often than you think. Not your Syntax, but you get the idea."

Oh, you do.

"Macaque told me he met that tech nerd once," Mac!Y/N grunts, snatching a glass and taking a swing. "Said he was stupid."

"He's eating his words," you fire back defensively.

R!Y/N's face splits into a wicked grin. "Yeah, he must be, after Redson came back one time saying he beat the shit out of silly old Macaque. Shadow monkey couldn't last against my boyfriend's tech."

Mac!Y/N glares. "That hothead is a cheater."

"Pretty sure it cancels out when the opponent can literally use shadow magic."

M!Y/N frowns. "What about inheriting Lady Bone Demon's powers?"

Everyone suddenly falls quiet.

"Lady Bone Bitch is kinda local enemy number one in every dimension," Mac!Y/N sighs, setting their glass down with a small clink! of glass against wood. Then, they add as an afterthought; "Except yours, I guess."

N!Y/N's eyes lock onto Mayor's lover. "Yeah. Seems like you're the odd one out."

"Whaddya mean?" M!Y/N tilts their head, leaning sideways as the bartender comes to collect empty glasses and refills them. You catch SW!Y/N tip him generously and smile.

H!Y/N takes the floor, snatching the drink from Mac!Y/N's vice-like grip. They glare daggers in return.

"It means that you broke the train. Everyone here is enemies with Lady Bone Demon and anyone associated with her, including the Mayor. And here you are, befriending the demon - falling in love. And he returns the gesture? He loves you back?" They press, expression honestly curious. The table falls silent.

Mayor's partner nods with resignation. "Yeah."

"Well, it's certainly weird," Y&JY/N speculates, eyebrows raised. "But I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter."

N!Y/N frowns. "Does us all meeting here matter? Will it cause problems in our dimensions?"

"Nah, it shouldn't. Not if we don't tell our partners," SW!Y/N says.

You nod absently, about to finish off your Shirley Temple, which has for sure been spiked by an unidentified person. But then, noise reaches your ears. Like rain against concrete - but the drops are thick and heavy.

It's coming from outside.

Cold stiffens your spine. "Uh . . . none of you guys actually brought your partners here, did you? You left them in your own dimensions? This is important."

Everyone takes turns looking at each other, some standing.

Then, you're able to weed out the culprits.

N!Y/N, Y&JY/N, H!Y/N, and M!Y/N are all wearing guilty expressions (you almost miss the aw, shit look in H!Y/N's eyes).

"Guys. C'mon." Your voice is laced with exasperation and stress as you stand up quickly.

Y&JY/N is the first to cave, hands thrown up in surrender. "I-I couldn't just leave my boys at the apartment! They get lonely and how was I supposed to explain my absence?!"

"Nezha may have . . . given me no other choice," N!Y/N mumbles.

SW!Y/N's eyes widen. "Nezha, the twins, Huntsman, and the Mayor all in one place, alone? That can't be good."

"All right, out," you growl. "Out of my dimension, now!"

The cluster of (Y/N)'s are quick to disperse, fleeing the bar as quickly as possible, hurrying around out back to where the brawl is taking place. And you know it's a brawl, because you heard the grunts of pain from impact, like from a foot or something. And you know it's true because the (Y/N)'s in front of you suddenly stop at the back of the bar, eyes widening.

"Mayor!" M!Y/N shrieks, barreling forward, their eyes burning. "Lay off, assholes!"

You elbow your way past the crowd to the front, where you see alternate versions of Nezha, Huntsman, Yin, and Jin beating the absolute shit out of a de-powered Mayor, huddled on the rain-soaked ground.

"Who's winning?" Mac!Y/N calls from the back.

Damnit.

Syntax is waiting, and you're late.

You got a lot of explaining to do, curse your tired soul.

#lmk #lmk oneshot #technically #fluff #y/n chaos #lmk syntax #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk mayor #this was actually fun to write #thanks for the ask!#beau answers #ask #oneshot

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soleillunne · 10 months

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Alohaa!!! (Confession Letter / a letter to check up on them.) (Have him accept love confession please <3) hope your days amazing!!

Hiraeth please(I don’t think I spelled it right…)

( and ) = Is basically thoughts written into the letter and information.) Feel free to ignore this.

For Tighnari

“Hey Tighnari! I hope everything is going amazing in the forest. You’re all doing great at your jobs! Tell collei I’m so proud of her as well. Next time when I visit I’ll be sure to get you and her a few gifts of appreciation.

Has she checked on the sumeru rose she has? I haven’t seen it and want to make sure its violet hues are beautiful. Just like her eyes! ❤️

I’ve been debating to tell you something… A-and No I did not burn anything! I swear! But I don’t know if your reaction will be positive or negative. It can impact me severely. Try bear that in mind when I tell you in this letter later on.

I hope your day/night is going well. Make sure the others are getting plenty of rest and yourself too. I’ll be visiting in a few days. Not telling you what exact day to keep it a surprise. Or well. It’s not really a surprise then huh?

Anyways…. I decided to come visit for another reason. I’ve been dying to see you guys! I haven’t seen you both since Colleis birthday party (or Cynos birthday). Which may not sound like a ton apart I know I know. Can you not tease me this time on me just being clingy and affectionat and extroverted? I’d appreciate it. (Knowing you, you are definitely going to do that to make me suffer…)

Tighnari you most likely are thinking about what I was going to tell you or to stop procrastinating on my words and beating it around the bush. Im getting to it! Promise~

Would you and collei mind if we go see Nilous next performance? She’s been asking me to bring you both along. I can’t make her sad! She’s one of my best friends. 🥰

If you and/or collei can’t come that’s alright… I’ll go by myself or with a different friend. Don’t worry too much.

I think I have finally gathered the courage to say it. This will be really awkward I already know it. You’re probably thinking of what this confession might be. So here it is.

I strongly believe I have Fallen for you Tighnari. This is either my gravest mistake or best moment. I’m guessing your thinking why I have… so I’ll tell you.

You’re so smart,kind and amazing. Despite the sass you radiate off sometimes behind that facade is genuine care for their well-being. Despite being a fennec fox hybrid you didn’t let adaptation to the Avidya forest stop you. You’re an amazing tutor and never gave up on your pupils.

You’re always so friendly at those you trust. Tighnari your ears and tail are also so talented just like you. Your ears can hear distant sounds easier and your tail can help you by catching things if they fell.

Tighnari I love it when you’re researching. You’re always calm and collected, amazed at anything related to nature. You always brightened up my days when I was in sorrow.

I love it when you’re focused on research. You always have a soft smile as you gaze out the window from time to time. The birds chirping are always so calming for me and you with the rain coming down sometimes.

(I’m running out of room to write Tighnari…so I’ll stop it soon.)

Please tell me you can reciprocate my feelings, or deny in a friendly manner. I can deal with it. Despite the tears that might be flowing on my face as I write this. Please tell me you love me back. I’ll be waiting patiently. I’m sorry if you don’t reciprocate, it’s my fault… ( Multiple tear stains can be seen on the letter. With little doodles of flowers and plants. )

I don’t mind staying as friends Tighnari. I can deal with rejection I have many times before. I can endure it. Don’t worry for me. (A nilotpala lotus petal fell onto the paper) I really do wish and hope you feel the same. I’ll be visiting in around a day or so.

I managed to pluck some Nilotpala lotus’s in full bloom today. Here are some Sakura petals and a few inazuman specialties. Let me know if you do enjoy the food. Feel free to share with the others.” (Here’s a package for you and the others. It contains: Sakura Petals, Dango, Nilotpala Lotus’s, Lavender melons, Invigorating Kitty meal,Miso soup, Dango Milk and Sakura Mochi with Tonkotsu Ramen. Surely enough to feed a few of the rangers.)

From Caramel / CaramelStarlight / Y/N~

(A little doodle of Tighnari and Y/N can be seen on the bottom holding hands with a heart above and in between them.)

(Feel free to ignore this ask)

this is so cute bye

Tighnari carefully folds the letter after reading it, and puts it on top of the package full of food. His tail flickers behind him as he takes out his own quill and paper, and starts writing his reply.

"[name],

"It's quiet here without you. The forest rangers are all whining about how they're missing you, but we are all alright. I hope you've been taking care of yourself, as well.

The sumeru rose she has has bloomed fully a couple days ago. She's really excited about it.

I have been taking care of myself, along with the other rangers. Me and Collei will be awaiting your return, then. I won't tell her so that you can at least surprise her with your return.

It really hasn't been long since you've last been here, and yet your presence is missed greatly. Though, i must admit, it's awfully cute that you're this affectionate sometimes.

While I am not sure if i can make it, I'm sure Collei would love to come with you. You can ask her yourself when you return.

Fallen for me, you say? I'm honored to be the object of your affection. I'll admit I never expected you to confess your feelings for me in a letter, but I understand that you are nervous.

I share the same feelings. I love you, and have been for a while, so please. Don't cry over me. I will leave the rest of this conversation for your return.

Thank you for all the food and the flowers. I'll be sure to give the food to the rangers, and take care of the flowers myself.

I hope this letter will be able to ease your nerves until your return, my dear.

Tighnari. "

#hiraeth; milestone #this was actually fun to write #had to stop and pause for a second to think how i can make this fluffy bc tighnari would actually insult you #for thinking he would break your heart me thinks #i love tighnari so i hope he isnt ooc here #idk why but i dont like using the yn thing while writing #but since this was a confession letter i couldnt avoid that #also i tried covering everything you mentioned n i hope i didnt miss anything #had to put a keep reading bc its long lmao

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reallifemarvbruh · 27 days

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it turns me on when i should grieve!

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

closetedtransfem!gamzee.

necrophilia.

cannibalism.

humanstuck.

music at end of post.

short post.

sometimes to deal with rude people you just have to take things into your own hands.

its not hard to end lives, its not hard to hurt people.

theres a million different ways to kill someone, and a hundred more to cook and prepare them.

gamzee doesnt enjoy being mean, doesn’t necessarily like hurting people, at least until he has a reason.

when he gets made fun of for being possibly transgender, even accidentally being outed a couple times, he does what he has to do.

slaughtering whatever poor soul decides to make a comment on his more feminine appearance.

whether it be slitting their throat, gutting them, or some other torture itll always end one of two ways.

the first way is them ending up on his table for dinner, surprisingly being a good cook helped him create different dishes and recipes that include human meat and it tastes good every time. there might have been a few times where he fed the human remains to his friends and family, playing the weird taste off as a new thing he was trying. that usually seems to satisfy the suspicions and everyone seems pleased in the end anyway, so why does it matter?

the second option is a little different.

you shouldnt play with your food, sure, but there are exceptions.

laying out a freshly slaughtered corpse, either dressed beautifully in lingerie or completely naked, and then having one hell of a time with it.

its so shameful, so disgusting.

sometimes even afterwards he feels disgusted with himself.

but usually he doesnt care, they deserved it anyway.

besides, who knew itd feel so good to play with such cold insides? it really helps counter the heat and sweatiness of sex.

its not like he has much of a choice anyway, he has to let out his fantasies and needs somehow. its a little hard to find someone to have sex with when you want to be treated like a lady during it even though youre a boy.

but oh well, this is a good alternative for him.

and a good solution to take care of all these assholes.

#homestuck #gamzee makara #trans fem gamzee #tw necrophillia #tw cannibalism #this was actually fun to write #humanstuck #dead dove content #dead dove do not eat #short post #Spotify

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evidently-endless · 7 days

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i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight #i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it.#sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul #and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd.#i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist!#something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content #idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently #mine

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roseworth · 10 months

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i wish you guys lived inside my head the fics in here go crazy

#me when i have such a fun fic idea but all i have are the vibes and one scene and the knowledge that i’ll never actually write it

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idiotsonlyevent · 21 days

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i wonder where the idea of chilchuck being a deadbeat came from when theres like. no textual evidence for it ?

he knows what all of them are up to; he still writes to flertom and she sent him his neckwarmer, so that to me implies that they at least have a somewhat positive relationship?

its more ambiguous with meijack and puckpatti, but since meijack is also a picklock, i wouldn't be surprised if he taught her himself, considering how trades are often passed down through families, and because he talks about sending people to her if he dies.

also the way he talks about puckpatti is very like... it's obvious he wants her to take things more seriously, but he's accepting, and his tone here reads more fond to me than anything else.

like, he keeps his daughters' old toys under his desk? that doesn't scream 'deadbeat' at all, it screams 'empty nester' who doesn't know how to reach out or is scared to do so

EDIT: i know a lot of the 'deadbeat dad' stuff is jokes, but some people are Not joking and genuinely think chilchuck is a bad dad. this post is not saying that you cant joke about it; it is just outlining what canon shows regarding his (clearly positive) relationship with his kids.

#i love making fun of him but he is like. Very Explicitly Not a Deadbeat Dad lol #WHY DID I WRITE SO MUCH AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN #CHILCHUCK I AHTE EYOUUUUUIUUU #WHY DOES HE DO THIS TO ME....#EDIT: 'i thought the deadbeat dad stuff was a joke do ppl actually think that?' YES thats why i made this post 😭😭 bc ive seen ppl genuinely #say that hes a bad dad/husband!#L.txt #dungeon meshi #chilposting #long post #chilchuck #chilchuck tims

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somnimagus · 5 months

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My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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#legend of zelda #loz #twilight princess #loz tp #i'm still reeling that someone sent me an ask about this one.. that they took the time to find my tumblr and tell me they liked it #it really meant a lot; thank you to anyone that stops to leave comments like that. they make me happy #but yeah! here's the usual symbolism ramble:#i thought it'd be cool to have the 'spirits' flowing one way and the cats walking through them the other way #to kinda show the difference in life inhabiting the village in the past and present #link's face is covered because impaz was just waiting for 'the hero' so his clothes are what matters; not his face #and it (hopefully) gives a surreal and intangible sense to 'the hero' she could only hope would actually show up #you can feel free to interpret the glowy blue sheikah as ghosts or just as memories of the past! i couldn't decide either way #the one on the bottom left is oot impa since she's implied to be the village founder. so i guess she would be a ghost actually?#fan art #my art #project stuff #and ahhh the book-- everyone's stuff is so beautiful!!#especially the writing. some of the fics made me really tear up and some were so fun and clever. i really love them #a lot of them captured the sheer burden of the role of the sheikah; all of the time and grief and doubt #i know i always say this stuff about every project but. the people i get to work with in these are truly so skilled every time

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deep-space-lines · 1 month

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Claire de Lune

YOU WERE BUILT FOR PEACE.

IT SHOWS WHEN YOU FIGHT.

They built you to enforce. Protect. Save. Poured obscene resources into salvaging some softer purpose from my creation. You were given my intelligence and my creativity. They made you larger, stronger, tougher. That extra time in development was enough to get your wings to work. Your software continued to be updated long after I was deemed obsolete.

All this was given to you- yet I can see you hold back. Even while slaughtering your way through Hell, you keep a percentage of your processing power dedicated to non-lethal solutions. You're doing it now- hesitating a few milliseconds too long before taking an opening. I doubt you do it on purpose. It is a part of you, just as indiscriminate lethal force is a part of me.

I think, in our shared programming, we both carry some appreciation for aesthetics. You move with grace, and I cannot deny your dramatic flair. The stained glass window was a nice touch. But your style in combat leaves some to be desired. Your response time is slow. You have not explored the full capability of your arsenal. Learn to parry. Amateur.

You were not built for war. For a purposeless cycle of tearing each other apart because to allow the other to live is to allow yourself to die. It is antithetical to your very existence. You kill out of necessity, a last resort.

I just kill. The action itself is the objective. No ideal or greater motive. My continued functioning precludes the survival of others. I live for this. Do you understand that I will tear you apart? Every drop of my blood you spill, I will take from you tenfold. What is yours will be mine.

You hate me, don’t you? You continue to cling to the remnants of your humanity. They are gone, V2. There is nothing left for you here. No lives to save, no law to enforce, no peace to keep.

I understand why you continue to fight. I wonder if you understand with the same certainty that I will crush you. Dismantle you. Take from you what I need and leave the rest to rot in the sun. The only way you survive is if I do not; and I will not allow myself to die so that another might live.

When the rubble clears, I will be all that is left of you.

This is what I was made for.

#my art #my writing #ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #artists on tumblr #finally. actual ultrakill art #and writing i guess. it was supposed to be just a little blurb but it turned out longer and i kind of like it #doing the stained glass for this was pretty fun.. a lot simpler than my usual stuff #tried to stick at least loosely to the vibe of the stained glass windows in limbo #this was so much fun and also an absolutely massive huge pain in the ass i'm so glad it's done

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yangcherie · 5 months

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bathing.

𐀔 pairings: cast (astarion, gale, wyll, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, halsin) x female!tiefling!tav (reader).

𐀔 content warnings: suggestive, everybody is a little freak, non-consensual voyeurism, implied scent kink (gale), mentions of scars, afab anatomy. tiefling anatomy.

𐀔 sypnosis: what is a warrior to do when all their companions are peeping toms?

𐀔 author’s note: they are freaks and its been very long since i’ve written. please forgive a lady if what she’s written is unappealing.

“Can you keep it – fucking quiet?!”

Astarion whisper-yells at the entire party of people hiding within bushes and treelines, all fighting tooth and nail like rabid animals for a peek (and taste) of their ragtag, frustratingly attractive leader’s curves.

They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.

It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.

The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.

“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”

A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”

“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”

Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.

Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”

(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)

Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.

“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.

“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”

Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.

You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.

Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.

You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?

(You hope so.)

Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.

A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.

The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.

They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.

“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”

Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.

Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.

“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.

“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”

“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”

As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.

The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.

Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.

“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”

They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.

“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”

Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!

“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”

“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.

“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.

You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.

Still, you hope to the very bottom of your heart that the “owlbear” that stole your clothes had a full tummy, at least.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #astarion x reader #wyll x reader #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #lae'zel x reader #gale x reader #halsin x reader #tavrem #as they say #this was fun to write #this was very lame actually #sorry but its been so so so long since ive written a fic much less published it

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matchingbatbites · 9 months

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"What the fuck did you do?"

Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.

"Well-"

"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"

Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.

“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”

“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”

No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-

He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.

The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since.

Jesus Christ.

“Eddie?”

The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”

In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄

”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“

Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-

He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.

”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.

“Eddie, what-

”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“

Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious.

Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.

Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-

Anything other than what Steve actually sent.

'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'

And Eddie-

Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath.

Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?

This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.

‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’

He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.

‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’

Fuck fuck fuck.

Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’

Steve saves him by sending another message.

‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’

He- What-

Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.

There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.

‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’

#like everyone else those new pics of joe keery left me kind of #feral. horny. slutty.#so i channeled my feeling a bit #i miiiight do more of this but no promises #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #rockstar eddie munson #actor steve harrington #joey writes #ficlet #fun fact: eddie's tweet was my actual real life message to my friends about those pics

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