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galedekarios · 3 months

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gale & curing the orb - early access

writing my current series of cut content from early access made me think a lot, especially about how curing gale of the orb might have originally worked out if larian had kept to what had been set up in early access. it's no secret that a lot of things were changed or cut entirely, big and small, like for instance halsin's involvement with ketheric's fall, isobel and the shadow curse.

gale's condition, too, seemed different then.

what exactly was different in early access?

while only a few body models were unique in early access, gale's key art showed his left arm in bandages.

in early access, auntie ethel had vicious mockery lines, which hinted what might be beneath those bandages:

Auntie Ethel: I can smell what's under those bandages, wizard. You're all rot and ruin. Come to greet death early? You'll be a lovely spectacle.

we also had information from gale directly as to what happened to karsus in the aftermath of casting his spell:

Player: I was wondering about that “mighty lord” you told me about in your story. Gale: Ah, yes. Karsus Karsus was perhaps the most powerful wizard that ever lived. The child-who-would-be-a-god, the elves called him. And he tried. With a spell of his own devising he endeavoured to usurp in one fell swoop the power of the goddess of magic. Mystryl, she was called then. Imagine what it must have felt like. To be a god. To know yourself to be untouchable. To be mistaken. As Karsus aimed his spell at her she began to unravel, and with her, the entire Weave. Too late did he realize what he had unleashed. It would have been the end of everything had not Mystryl sacrificed herself. Gale: The goddess of magic is all magic. By dying, the entire weave was lost, and the spell that challenged a god failed. It was the end of Mystryl, the end of Karsus, and the end of an entire civilization. As the child-who-would-be-a-god was turned to stone, his empire came crashing down around him. The floating cities of Netheril were no more. An event that came to be known as Karsus’ folly.

which is in accordance with the lore:

Unfortunately, his choice was a terrible mistake, for one of the responsibilities of the deity of magic was to regulate the flow of magic to and from all beings, spells, and magic items in the world. Lacking the ability to do so properly, magic surged and fluctuated. With her last remaining bit of power, Mystryl sacrificed herself to block Karsus's access to the Weave, causing all magic to fail. The flying cities of Netheril plummeted to the earth. The severing of the link also killed Karsus and transformed him into stone, and the last thing he saw was his entire civilization being destroyed because of his actions. This was to be known as Karsus's Folly. The stone form of Karsus eventually landed in a part of the High Forest, now called the Dire Wood. The city of Karse was built around its base. Karsus was never accepted as a petitioner by any god, nor did he go to the Fugue Plane when he died. Instead, his soul was bound to the Material Plane. Those with experience in pact magic could call up his vestige, where he appeared as a giant blood-red boulder, like the one found in the High Forest where his petrified form landed. Blood burbles up from the top of the stone, trickling down the side facing the summoner, pooling at the base. When he spoke, the pool fountained upwards, its height varying on the volume of his voice.

the netherese orb then seemed to have a immediate visible physical effect on gale, in addition to the ones that carried to the full release version of the game.

so putting these clues together, i think it's safe to say that the orb caused gale in early access to be afflicted with some form of corrupted petrification, which makes sense given that it's a piece of magic unleashed during karsus's folly.

at that point, this corruption seemed to be affecting his left arm the most, perhaps either from opening the book containing the netherese magic with it, or trying to shield himself with it - but that's just speculation on my part.

so what did the early access set up in terms of curing gale from his affliction?

gale in early access showed a great interest in the astral plane, especially in the absence of time there. he has several banters with lae'zel, which are still in the game now and showing his vested interest in the astral plane as well as any knowledge or insight lae'zel might offer on it:

Gale asks Lae'zel about the Astral Plane. Has she been there? Gale: Tell me, Lae'zel, what is it like on the Astral Plane? Your home realm intrigues me. Lae'zel: Githyanki lay their eggs on other planes. They cannot mature in the Astral. Lae'zel: I will only be welcomed once I obtain a mind flayer's head.

lae'zel notices gale's interest and initiates a banter of her own:

Lae'zel asks Gale what his interest is in the Astral plane, and he equivocates Lae'zel: Tell me, Gale: what is your interest in the Astral Plane? Gale: Time. Or rather: the absence of it. In the Astral Plane, everything is eternal. Lae'zel: It will be my home soon enough, should Vlaakith will it.

in addition to these banters, which clearly show gale's interest in the astral plane - which now in the full release seems merely academic - hinted at another solution to ridding himself of the orb.

what points to that quite conclusively is gale's dialogue when he reveals the truth about the orb to the protagonist.

this reveal differs quite significantly from the full release version. most notably, the protagonist was able to ask him about his own ideas for a what might be able to cure him from the orb.

gale had something very interesting to say to that question:

Player: What would permanently rid you of the orb? Gale: The orb was kept safe and inert in a pocket of Astral Plane, suspended in time. If I can somehow manage to expel it from my body while in the Astral Plane, it will be rendered inert again. Alternatively, I could learn to control it’s chaotic magic, that is; to succeed where I failed before. But without Mystra’s favour, I don’t see how that may come to pass. Of course there could be different answers as well. Faerun brims with more magic than any one wizard could fathom, let alone comprehend. Who knows what outlandish solutions may yet present themselves?

so what does this all mean?

in conclusion, i believe originally there were either more ways to cure gale from the orb - or maybe even in a different manner entirely - than there are in the full release version of the game (begging mystra to remove it, ascension, or accepting/keeping the orb).

perhaps even one that would circumvent having to beg mystra for forgiveness entirely, without gale having to sacrifice his mortality to do so.

i think these banters and lines of dialogue show that the astral plane, which would have rendered the orb inert and stopped the corrupted petrification of his body, would have played a bigger role in gale's quest.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #karsus #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 meta #bg3 early access #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3

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crimsonbubble · 3 months

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Hi it's anon who was hornyspeaking about Johnny's nose UR SO RIGHT ABOUT THICK PPL!!! I was thinking about MK1 men, I feel like none of them would turn their nose up at thicker!reader but i feel like some of them would actively pursue them.

I feel like it's just obvious Johnny would like thicker people. He'd always have his hands grabbing or touching you in some way and would def squeeze your softer parts just to watch them bounce back into place. Not to be cliche but look me in the eyes and try to tell me this man wouldn't buy you things that show off your body and accentuates every gorgeous curve and fold like c'mon. Would also make some corny ass comments like "my ears are cold, can I use your thighs to worn them?" or something like that.

Kung Lao would be similar to Johnny but I feel like he would tease you more about it. Not in a malicious way, but more of an affectionate way, calling you curvy girl/pretty boy/my little pudge while wrapping himself around you from behind and just lovingly squeezing the softness of your lower belly. I think he'd also playfully pinch the soft parts of your thighs, your arms, your waist and just smirk when you squirm at how sensitive and ticklish they are.

I feel like Syzoth would be a very touchy feely boyfriend since he's cold-blooded, so of course having a chubbier partner = more warmth and softness to curl up against and cuddle with. Would absolutely nuzzle his face into your stomach so lovingly, holding your thighs to gently press them into his face as he lays down and uses your soft tummy as a pillow, you're like his own little sunning rock. He's almost in tears at just how soft your skin is and how good it feels to just hold you in his arms and would be telling you how much he loves you the entire time.

Bi-Han wouldn't be as open about it, not because he's ashamed of having a thicker partner (quite the opposite) he just doesn't like to admit any weaknesses he might have. He would try and chalk it up to something along the lines of you having a more fertile body and being more likely to produce an heir for the Lin Kuei or something but in reality he just can't keep his eyes off your body, and when you're not around he can't keep you off his mind. Would also like to show you off as a status symbol, seeing you as proof of how powerful he is, priding himself on being able to keep you pampered and taken care of.

Liu Kang just appreciates beauty when he sees it, and he thinks your body is the most beautiful thing he's ever created. Very much a soft dom and would be heavy into body worship, so having a chubbier partner just means more to worship and lavish with affection. Mans would BURY himself in your softness. You can tell he's immortal because he spends so long kissing and caressing and praising every inch of your body like he has all the time in the world, which he does, so you're both gonna be there for a long time.

Sorry to ramble this is mostly projection I just needed to unleash my thoughts somewhere RAHHH I LOVE THICKER!READER‼️💥

cw. suggestive, gn!reader, thicker!reader, mentions of pregnancy *not proofread, just pure horny

[BRO THIS ASK IS LONG AS FUCK, still answered it tho]

Johnny Cage

Casual Sunday lie-ins

Lounging on the couch with his head resting on your thighs

He’s the type to lose his mind when you wear form fitting clothes

Like anything that highlights and accentuates your curves good lord he's falling to his knees

And it doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen you hear tight fitting clothes, he will be bricked up every time

Kung Lao

He’s a very physical lover

Hugs, cuddles, snuggles, and any type of skin ship he can think of it benign used

Finds amusement in pinching at your waist and thighs

He likes how you frown at him for a second before going back to what you were doing

He always keeps a hand on your belly when he’ss between your thighs

He also loves to show off how strong he is so-

Syzoth

Soft and warm tummy and thighs means soft and warm pillows

It’s like he wants to be under your skin anytime that he clings to you

But he’s got the cutest pout and the prettiest eyes so you can’t help but give into him

Bihan

Bihan trying to avoid staring at you for too long bc all he can stare at are your hips

He had a thought of you being pregnant once and it’s been haunting him since

Literally can not look at you without getting hot under the collar

He works hard so he can show of how well taken care of you are

But seriously though, he stares at your hips too much

Just let him give you a child, help him produce an heir

Liu Kang

He has mastered the art of seeing the beauty is everyone and everything

You are no exception

There is a glow to you that outmatches everyone

There is something so alluring about your soft figure that has all of Liu Kang’s primal urges resurfacing

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doumadono · 1 month

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Warnings: intermittent explosive disorder (IED), mentions of PTSD, a lot of angst, Bakugo dealing with impulsive anger outbursts, Bakugo being mean, aged-up Bakugo, pro hero Dynamight

A/N: yesterday, while chatting with my partner about Bakugo, a thought struck me (though it's just a personal theory, subject to disagreement) - Bakugo might exhibit signs of intermittent explosive disorder. His frequent bouts of anger, his brusque and often unkind demeanor, and occasional lack of control over his temper could be indicative of this. These headcanons delves into Bakugo's life as the second-ranked pro hero, Dynamight, as he grapples with the aftermath of the war

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

You meet Bakugo when he's the second-ranked pro hero, right after Deku. You're drawn to his charisma, confident personality, and the way he becomes protective of you.

Unfortunately, over time, you start to notice a lot of things that are just not right. His temper is extremely short, and he can explode with anger no matter what happens. It could be something he dislikes or someone doing something he doesn't approve of, and it immediately triggers a massive rage outburst. This can lead to him losing control of his own quirk, resulting in him destroying things.

After a routine checkup, the doctor suggests taking some tests, and the results are devastating: Bakugo is diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder.

Naturally, this news infuriates him, and when he returns to your shared flat, he destroys his own little office in a fit of rage.

Bakugo's intermittent explosive disorder makes it difficult for him to control his anger, and he will often lash out in violent outbursts.

Bakugo's intermittent explosive disorder manifests in unpredictable outbursts of anger and aggression, often triggered by seemingly minor frustrations or perceived slights. His explosions can range from verbal tirades to physical violence, leaving destruction in their wake.

During his outbursts, Bakugo lashes out verbally and physically, unaware of the damage he inflicts on those around him.

Despite his efforts to control it, Bakugo's explosive temper often alienates him from his friends and loved ones.

His relationships with people he considered colleagues or sometimes friends become strained as they struggle to understand and cope with his unpredictable behavior anymore.

You're often the target of his outbursts but refuses to give up on him, believing that beneath his volatile exterior lies a wounded soul in need of understanding and support.

Even Mitsuki tries to intervene. "Honey, you need help. This isn't healthy for you or anyone around you! We're here for you, son. We want to help you get through this."

But of course Katsuki declines. "I don't need your help! I can handle this on my own!"

Bakugo's disorder takes a toll on your relationship, testing the limits of your love and patience. There are moments when you feel helpless and overwhelmed, questioning whether you can handle the emotional rollercoaster of being with him.

You learn to recognize the signs of an impending outburst and try to diffuse the situation before it escalates, using gentle words and gestures of affection to calm him down.

Bakugo's disorder has left him feeling like a monster, like a beast that's been unleashed upon the world with no hope of redemption. He's consumed by guilt and self-loathing, convinced that he's unworthy of love or forgiveness.

Deep down, Bakugo is aware of his condition and the pain he causes, but his overwhelming anger blinds him to the consequences of his actions.

Bakugo's disorder causes him to push you away frequently, convinced that he's too dangerous to be around. He believes that he's protecting you by keeping his distance, even though it breaks his heart to do so.

Bakugo's disorder becomes a constant source of tension between the two of you, with every interaction tinged with the fear of setting him off.

Finally, after months of suggesting and almost begging, Bakugo agrees to try something new and allows you to take him to a psychiatrist. The doctor prescribes him Fluoxetine, and after some time of taking the medication, his rage and anger outbursts become smaller and less frequent.

You don't just leave it there. You suggest he should think about therapy, and after some reluctance, he agrees.

After attending several sessions, you both discover that Bakugo's disorder is linked to PTSD he developed post-war and after being dead for a while. Suddenly, everything becomes clear, and you not only understand your boyfriend better but also know how to help him effectively. Hearing about his traumatic experiences brings tears to your eyes, and you cry a river upon realizing the extent of his suffering.

Over time, and with the combined efforts of you, his parents, and his friends, Katsuki starts to make progress in managing his disorders and becomes a bit calmer with his emotions. Of course, everyone remains super careful not to do anything that might set him off.

Being Dynamight's partner is tough, and you know it better than anyone. But despite the challenges, you're not about to leave him. He's the love of your life after all, with all his strengths and weaknesses.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugo headcanons #bakugou headcanons #bakugou angst #bakugo angst #anime angst #mha angst #bnha angst #mha headcanons

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sillydestiny · 9 months

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Cale xFragile Reader♡

Cale Henituse. Despite his own physical weakness, Cale's concern for his wife, who was comparably more fragile, knew no bounds. He made it his utmost priority to always remain by her side, never leaving her alone unless he entrusted the task of guarding her to his trusted comrade, Choi Han. Cale's heart ached with worry over his wife's health, for he had already experienced the pain of loss too many times, and he simply couldn't bear the thought of losing her as well.

A deeply overprotective nature had taken hold of Cale, consuming his thoughts and actions. He would do anything and everything to ensure his wife's safety and well-being. At times, his protectiveness seemed almost stifling, but his intentions were pure and driven by a love so profound that it transcended words. To his beloved, he would affectionately refer to her as "love" or "darling," each endearment a testament to the depth of his emotions.

One day, Alberu, a close friend of Cale's and the crown prince of the kingdom, witnessed a sight that left him in utter shock. He had stumbled upon Cale, calling out to his wife with a face brimming with adoration and a voice overflowing with affection. Alberu had always known Cale as the stoic and aloof individual who had a penchant for sarcasm, but seeing this softer side of him left him truly astounded.

Cale possessed a habit of purchasing gifts whenever he traveled and encountered something that reminded him of his beloved spouse. He cherished these little trinkets as tokens of his love and care, a physical representation of his unwavering devotion. These thoughtful gestures were a testament to the depth of his commitment, the lengths he would go to bring a smile to his wife's face.

One of Cale's favorite moments was when he would find solace in his wife's presence, entrusting himself to her care. He would often fall asleep on her lap, and as she gently ran her fingers through his hair, he would hum a soothing melody. It was in these moments that Cale felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders, finding comfort and respite from the burdens he bore.

But when it came to protecting his beloved, Cale would unleash his ancient powers without a moment's hesitation. No force or adversary could badmouth or harm his wife without facing his wrath. Cale would tap into the deep well of power within him, unleashing a fearsome and awe-inspiring display, showcasing his unwavering loyalty and fierce protectiveness.

In the eyes of all who witnessed their relationship, Cale embodied the ideal of a protective and devoted husband. His love for his wife knew no bounds, and he would move mountains and defy fate itself to keep her safe. It was a love that surpassed weakness and thrived on the strength of his commitment.

#cale x reader #cale henituse x reader #manhwa #totcf #trash of the count’s family #totcf x reader #tcf x reader #manhwa x reader

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morelikeravenbore · 27 days

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✨Sebastian Sallow Spicy Oneshots.

In the interest of ✨aesthetics✨, I'm compiling all my spicy oneshots together to link back to my masterlist. I'm a turtle writer but I'll update this list as I write more.

Sebastian Sallow x unnamed female character. Mostly Sebastian's POV. Triggers and content warnings on each post. All characters are 18+. Minors dni, please and thank you. 🔞

Friendly disclaimer: if you're uncomfortable with Hogwarts Legacy smut, please keep scrolling and do not engage ✨🦋💙 I am of the opinion that it is possible to use ones ✨imagination✨ to age-up characters and explore adult themes in a healthy and appropriate way.

✨ Pandora's Book | Unhinged Sebastian | Objectophilia | ongoing.

Seeking distraction from his interminable apathy, or a temporary relief from his guilt that didn't resort to obliterating his own memory, the girls he took made him feel good, said pretty things that made him believe, for a while, that he wasn't broken and irredeemable. But then, issues of that nature were likely a job for St Mungos rather than some girl's mouth in the back of a disused classroom, and over time, the thrill of mindlessly fucking his pain away began to dull, and he recoiled from their sweet nothings and gentle affections; like everything else in Sebastian's life, even the flames of desire eventually turned cold, and his escapades became less about feeling better and more about feeling anything.

Still, he couldn't say with any measure of truth that he'd felt anything like this from a book before.

✨ Good Boy | Needy Sebastian. 1.5k words.

On bad days like these, Sebastian simply couldn't believe in love until it held him close and kissed him and told him he wasn't the deplorable monster he believed himself to be. Love had always evaded him, but by some stroke of luck he wasn't deserving of, he'd found it living in the body of the girl currently squashed between him and the wall.

✨The Final Goblin | Post-battle Sebastian. 1.5k words.

Ordinarily such a demure little thing, whenever Sebastian's brilliant, powerful girlfriend unleashed her gift of destruction upon their enemies, it broke something inside his brain - as if all that raw power she tore from the ether went straight to his cock, turning him feral.

✨Tethered | Imperio-kink Sebastian [dub-con] 1.3k words

Sebastian wasn't entirely sure why he'd used the unforgivable curse on her. He had no doubt he could've convinced her to do whatever he wanted quite easily; after all, getting what he desired came naturally to him, what with his Slytherin charm and all - but there was always the risk she'd shudder away from him, repulsed by his touch as if she could physically feel his tainted soul marring her perfect skin. For all his bravado and over-confidence, Sebastian wasn't sure he could bear it if she recognised him for what he really was: a monster.

✨ You can also read my long-fic How to Make a Villain which isn't spicy but is full of mutual pining, yearning, slow-burning idiots in love: 📔 [tumblr |wattpad | ao3]

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy smut

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yanderedbdimagines · 4 months

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Hi dear, i have a special request. What about yandere Entity with a reade who find a way to escape. The Entity obvious don´t whant them to leave. <3

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Creative ask! Underneath normal circumstances, I believe that it’s basically impossible to escape the Entity, so I had to get creative xD I hope that the method of escape I picked is lore-friendly enough! And I hope you like it as result!

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The Entity

The Entity is a mysterious force that lures unsuspecting souls into its realm. Souls that have often been tainted- touched by death’s essence.

To the outside worlds- past, present and future, alternate reality or not, it is but a myth. A whisper in the dark. But to most of those who find themselves trapped within its grasp, it is a nightmare made into reality.

You stumbled into this otherworldly domain after the death of a loved one, drawn in by an eerie curiosity just outside of the crematorium center that soon swayed you into the unknown through a trick of the eye.

Little did you know, your mere presence instantly awakened the Entity’s interest, and eventually its possessive nature, after you started traversing though the fog- eventually trying to find a way out.

At first, the Entity appeared as a benevolent guide, offering solace and shelter in its strange realm from dangers you could sense, but never see. Yet, behind the veiled kindness laid a sinister desire to keep you captive, to possess your every thought, whim and every little part of your being. Your soul especially.

You quickly realized the Entity’s infatuation, its twisted affection made further prevalent after you accidentally stumbled upon a haunting replica of your own past. A memory made physical, but never real. The people you cared about weren’t there, and the animals you did see just didn’t look alive. As if they lacked heart.

As the night stretched ever endlessly, you came to yearn for freedom- for a way out of this suffocating imprisonment. With every attempt to escape, the Entity's affection morphed into perceivable fury from the surrounding environment, its once soothing whispers turning into menacing warnings. You knew the risks, the danger of crossing such a mighty being, but the desire for freedom burned brighter than any fear. Even though you were still unaware of the realm's true purpose, its minions, and the actual victims trapped within.

Through sheer determination and cunning, you eventually pieced together forgotten fragments of lore and ancient whispers, not only revealing to you the realm’s true nature, but also uncovering a hidden passage that promised escape after a long time of searching. With a pounding heart and trembling hands, you set your plan into motion, long since haven found a way to evade the Entity's watchful gaze by using a strange yellow flower that oozed with a fluorescent yellow substance.

In the distance, near a tunnel made up mostly of stone bricks and various human body parts in different states of decay, you eventually found this potential way out. And it was made further evident as the yellow ooze’s potency sharply reduced after you jumped through the black mists that originally blocked up its entrance.

The escape was fraught with peril, every step echoing with the Entity's enraged cries and your nose tormented by the constant scent of decay. Shadows and mist alike twisted and writhed, attempting to ensnare you, but you pressed on, fueled by the flickering hope of freedom as you warded it with the unusual flower’s nectar. As you neared the exit, the Entity's desperation peaked, unleashing its full wrath upon you, a whirlwind of dark energy and desperate pleas. Even the unspoken threat of using the killers against you as you heard the rearing of chainsaws and the bone chilling screams of monsters echo from all around you.

With a final surge of willpower, you broke through the threshold, a familiar world outside welcoming you with open arms. Gasping for much needed air and a heart pounding wildly, you glanced back at the realm- a large hole in the surrounding morning mist that seemed to collapse in on itself. The Entity's form flickered beyond it in the distance, a mix of fury and heartbroken anguish etched upon its fading shadows- writhing in on itself.

You had escaped the clutches of the Entity, but its haunting presence always lingers in your memories. The chilling whispers and phantom touches serve as a constant reminder of the harrowing ordeal. Yet, with each passing day, you have found some solace in the newfound freedom, vowing to never forget the haunting dance with the possessive being that may almost have claimed your very soul, and to make sure that you’d never fall into its shadows ever again.

After all, despite your escape, the Entity persistently seeks ways to reclaim its hold, attempting to ensnare you from afar—a chilling reminder to remain ever vigilant against its unseen clutches.

#yandere #dbd x reader #dbd #reader #insert #dead by daylight #platonic

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faces-ofvenus · 2 years

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Hii, love everything you write! What about Aegon/Aemond having a crush on the same girl? ;)

Thank you for loving my writing, I hope you enjoyed it.

This would almost be a war, especially if we think about Aemond's point of view, he could very well in extreme situations try to kill his brother, that is if it was something Yandere (until when it is not, this boy is a Yandere even if he doesn't want to).

Both of them would try everything to fight each other, especially since childhood, in childhood it was much easier for Aegon to flirt and hit on you, he was like sincerely a breath of almost freedom running away with you right and left, he would provoke his brother in every way, stating several times that he would marry you, and not Aemond, it is pretty easy to know the little relationship between the two, even though Aegon is Aegon, you treat him with such kindness and gentleness, that maybe Alicent never gave you, so he would not be willing to give in or share that with his brothers, (another Yandere).

As I said in another blog, Aemond's flirting methods in childhood were quite simple, he would give you small things, none as extravagant as Aegon, something like flowers etc, he is shy, but what brings you two together, maybe it is the love for reading and art, usually Aegon doesn't even know about your relationship, he doesn't know about the sweet words Aemond speaks to you in the readings, and maybe it would be better this way, if not physical fights between the two would break out, they try to show each other how much better the other is.

In adult life everything tends to get worse, first because Aemond is no longer the shy and cute boy he used to be, and this kind of makes him open space for several provocations, and even wedding jokes, something that irritates his brother too much, Aegon wanted to be the only one who could have this affection, the only one who could draw smiles from you, the only one who could attract looks from you, no one else, and your brother wouldn't change that, your outings would really change, both of them on different nights calling you to fly with their dragons, no wonder both Sunfyre and Vhagar love you, the familiarity even allows you to pet them both, which makes them both jealous of each other.

If you in the end chose Aegon, Aemond would be devastated, he still had certain insecurities towards all this, even if his poker face, and his confident personality disguised a lot, but in your presence he could take off his eye patch, talk like the shy and gentle child he was, and he honestly as I said in the beginning thought about killing Aegon, but he knew for sure that you would never forgive him, and he wouldn't have it anyway, that doesn't stop him from threatening your brother, Aegon would be totally virtuous at that moment, to feel your lips knowing that you belong to him, the next day there's a beautiful emerald necklace on the headboard of his room, with a small letter that is very badly made, but that he tried very hard to be romantic.

If you chose Aemond, Aegon would be almost in a blind rage, most of his furniture ended up broken, he would drink more than before, which in itself is already worrying, more and more lascivious what kept him sincerely from not being with the maids was the fact that he thought that in the future he could have you, but now he'll never have you, all because of that damn one-eyed man, comments can be unleashed, some not so nice, he just holds an eternal grudge, both for Aemond and for you and everyone who influenced his choice. Aemond would be in the clouds, he would literally fly you out with Vhagar, they would land in a flowery field with some books in a small briefcase you brought, he would kiss you in such a shy way he just wasn't used to it, being king didn't matter so much anymore, he would have you, his queen at least in his mind, you were like a queen a true goddess.

If you happen to decide to stay with both of them, your beastly competitions never ceased, obviously you had to marry one, but in both of their mouths you were theirs, what is better than the protection of one dragon is the devotion of two, they are overprotective, and extremely competitive, like who leaves the most hickeys on you and etc, I don't doubt that one or two of their children, are either with Aegon or Aemond, and honestly neither of them could know whose is which, and I don't think they would care, you were theirs, and only theirs, anyone who dared to get in your way, could be burned and seconds.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #Aemond Targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #hotd #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #reader #reader insert

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scriberye · 4 months

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Distance

➥ Megatron x GN!Reader | 1133 | Ao3

⚠️ Emotional Distress, Physical Injury, Hurt/Comfort Your human heart is soft and delicate, nothing like Megatron's.

It’s here in the vast empty coldness of space, aboard a ship filled with mechanical beings, that you find something you hadn’t realized you’d been searching for — love. Cupid chose the oddest of places to work his magic and picked the worst bot to be the object of your affection. Things are difficult at first, and love is seldom easy. And Megatron, the very bot who caused the fluttering swarm of butterflies to come alive in your stomach, seemed to hate your guts.

He refused to be in the same room as you in the beginning, excusing himself whenever you entered. With time and a lot of patience, Megatron allowed himself to be within a tolerable distance of you, despite the heavy tension that lingered in the air. He tolerated your presence. It’s small, but it gives you hope.

When the plan to keep you at arms length failed, he used his words.

His words are sharper than any blade, and he wields them with finesse. Each word cuts through you and claws at your heart, but your feelings never waver under their harshness. It’s unfair. A small and terrible liability, he called you.

You are human — and weak.

You face Megatron’s relentless efforts to put distance between you with unwavering determination. The more he pushed, the more you dug your heels in and pulled. Until you couldn’t do it anymore — not physically, at least.

The strain of these feelings you carry for him has become a burden on your poor heart. In a moment of vulnerability and frustration, you corner Megatron one evening and unleash a torrent. Angry tears burn your eyes as you unburden yourself — from the hurtful words that cut too deep, and how much you still cared about him. You’re tired of nursing this flame that Megatron seems so determined to snuff out. It’s ugly and gross. And he says nothing — does nothing but stare at you.

You lash out.

With all your strength, you kick him in some futile hope of breaking whatever barrier separates you two, yet you only succeed in breaking yourself. It wasn’t the smartest choice, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like your only option. The sharp, searing pain surges through your foot and rips a scream from your throat. Megatron’s spark seizes, and for all his reluctance, he never wants to hear that sound again.

Ratchet confines you to the medbay while your broken foot mends.

It’s safer for your mental and physical well-being, he says, instead of letting you hobble around the ship, risking possible further injury. You hate it, but you wisely don’t fight him about it. The days drag on. Each moment feels more monotonous than the last, and it’s lonely with nothing but your thoughts. Some bots come to visit you with news of the latest drama.

But he never visits you, and you resign yourself to the fact that your outburst may have pushed Megatron even further away. So, it surprises you when it turns out you’re wrong. Late one night, well past visiting hours, and after all the other bots have settled in for recharge, Megatron appears in the medbay. A dark, imposing shadow among the dim lights, with his helm hung low, heavy under the weight of his worries.

“Megatron?”

“I wanted to apologize for how I treated you. There was — no, there is no excuse for my behavior,” he says, his words heavy with remorse. He hesitantly extends his hand, resting it on the edge of the berth. “I understand if you wish to return to Earth.”

“Do you hate being around me that much?” you ask, and Megatron falls silent. The only sound is the rhythmic hum of medical equipment and your pounding heart.

“No,” he finally responded. “It’s the opposite. I wish to be around you more than I should. I don’t —”

“—think you deserve to, right?”

He visibly deflates, and the walls he had built around himself crumble, leaving him weak and vulnerable. Megatron shutters his optics as if he were shielding himself from his feelings — from you.

“I don’t understand why you would care,” he admits, sadness tinging his voice. “Everything I’ve done… The pain I’ve caused to them, to you.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Megs,” you sigh. “Everyone deserves a second chance, especially if they want to change.”

Megatron lifts his head, and for the first time, his optics soften, a flicker of hopeful understanding crossing his features. “Rung told me the same thing.”

“You’ve talked to Rung?” you ask, surprised.

“I did, but I don’t want to hurt you…”

Warmth blossoms across your cheeks as the tendrils of hope weave through your heart. These feelings are raw and fragile, but you believe in this. You two can build a bridge. You want to touch him, to reach out and close the distance. Encouraged, you place a small hand on one of his much larger digits.

“You won’t. I believe in you, Megatron.”

He smiles. The hurt gives way, replaced by a gentle, hopeful warmth, like the first rays of dawn.

Megatron remains by your side through the night. No longer held back by shadows of self-doubt, he speaks with you in hushed tones. Whispered conversations and confessions that bring your hearts closer together. He admits openly to his flaws and the unease that surrounds them. It wouldn’t be perfect, but if a relationship with him was what you wanted, he commits himself to trying. And you vow to be understanding.

From that moment forward, things changed. Everyone, having tread on eggshells, exhaled in relief. Megatron’s once harsh and hurtful words took on a gentler tone of support and encouragement. He held fast to his commitment, carving out time to spend with you. The gradual pace of your relationship allowed you to explore and discover each other’s boundaries.

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Megatron settles in for recharge, and you take your usual place next to his head. You caress the expanse of his cheek, feeling the coolness of metal beneath your fingers. It’s a ritual, one you take great pleasure in, content to admire and adore him. A gentle servo presses you closer, and you nuzzle closer, pressing your cheek to his.

“I feel I don’t have the right to be thankful,” he whispers. “But if there is one thing I can be thankful for, it is to have you.”

Megatron had given you his spark, something no one had ever touched before, and in return, you’d give him all the love you could muster. Your life is short compared to his, but at this moment, surrounded by love, you feel a bittersweet ache. You hope that every moment and touch will be a cherished memory to comfort him in his grief when, inevitably, the distance will be too great.

#transformers #maccadam #megatron x reader #megatron x you #reader insert

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pumperpup · 2 months

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In the whimsical town of Bizarreville, a small, intellectual middle-aged man named Harold lived a quiet life, filled with books and dreams he never pursued. One sunny afternoon, while meandering through the ancient part of town, Harold stumbled upon an old, dusty lamp hidden beneath the roots of a gnarled oak tree. Curiosity piqued, he rubbed the lamp, and to his astonishment, a genie emerged in a puff of smoke, declaring, "Three wishes you have, master!"

Thrilled, Harold's first request was simple yet deeply personal. "I wish for a bushy mustache, for I've never been able to grow one!" he exclaimed. With a poof, a magnificent mustache appeared on his upper lip, bushy and splendid, causing Harold to giggle with delight.

With a glint of desire in his eyes, Harold voiced his second wish. "I desire my body to mirror the pinnacle of masculine perfection, envied by all," he declared with a newfound boldness. The genie, with a flick of his wrist, unleashed a magical energy that enveloped Harold. Initially, his muscles began to swell with an almost liquid grace, each fiber expanding, rippling beneath his skin as if a symphony of physical grandeur played along his very bones.

His arms thickened, veins mapping out new territories as his chest broadened, stretching his shirt to its limits. For a fleeting moment, Harold was the epitome of every bodybuilder's dream, his physique surpassing that of ancient statues dedicated to the gods of old.

Yet, as he flexed, an unease settled within him. This was not the perfection he yearned for. "No, no, this isn't what I meant by perfection." The genie, puzzled but patient, snapped his fingers again, reverting Harold to his original, slender frame.

Acknowledging Harold's dissatisfaction, the genie's hands moved again, this time with a different intent. As Harold focused on a deeper, more intrinsic form of perfection, he felt a peculiar sensation begin at his core. It started as a gentle pull, then grew into a forceful surge. His belly, once flat and unremarkable, began to expand.

This transformation was not rapid but gradual, allowing Harold to savor each moment. The sensation was akin to a balloon being filled, his skin stretching smoothly over the growing expanse. His belly swelled outward, a curve so pronounced and majestic it seemed to defy gravity. It was as if the very essence of creation and abundance was being woven into his form, his body becoming a symbol of fertility and prosperity.

Harold placed his hands on his sides, feeling the warmth and the stretch, marveling at the sheer volume and the softness. The expansion stopped at a point where his belly protruded magnificently, a proud, round dome that spoke of life and the beauty of form in its most nurturing aspect. His shirt, hopelessly outmatched by the girth of his belly, framed this new masterpiece of nature. Harold, with a smile that stretched as wide as his waistline, rubbed his belly with affection and awe. It was a belly that commanded respect, a testament to his unique vision of perfection.

The townsfolk of Bizarreville would long remember the day Harold redefined what it meant to embody perfection. Not with the chiseled features of a Herculean demigod, but with the gentle, embracing curve of his magnificent belly. As he walked home, every step was a testament to his newfound self-acceptance and the unconventional journey of transformation he had embraced. The genie, witnessing this profound appreciation of personal fulfillment, disappeared into the lamp, leaving behind a world a little wider in its understanding of beauty.

#ai muscle #ai generated #ai #ai story #gay muscle men #mpreg kink #mpreg belly #mpreg #mpregnancy #ball belly #bellyinflation #musclegrowth #ai muscle growth #male muscle growth #belly expansion #muscle expansion #muscle inflation

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niiine · 1 year

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒

Character(s): Scaramouche, Reader, Nahida, Traveler (Lumine)

Summary: As much as you trust your lover, you can’t help but to notice how heaven-sent Lumine’s beauty is.

Angst (?), Fluff (?) idk anymore

Soft! Scaramouche (Mochi), kinda OOC?

Reader referred as You/They/Them

Based on my dream last night. ughh I really can’t write fluff but I wanna do something abt my dream :// I juuust love the idea of him being so mean and bad to others and soft and fluffy when it comes to you. Also I wanna date irl scara, where can I find irl soft scara?

The walls of the Akademiya echoed as your feet paddled against the cold, hard floor, heading towards the Sanctuary of Surasthana where your beloved can be seen. Surely, you should be asleep at this time of the day, but what can you do? you can’t fall asleep without Scaramouche beside you.

It’s not much of a long journey before you reach your destination, eyes landing on the petite form of the Dendro Archon that is currently conversing with your lover and Lumine. You always find the archon cute and squishy, something that always petrified Scara because you cannot just hog an Archon (Name) or something like that. And Lumine, well, she’s hella pretty. Golden locks and orbs that holds the sun beneath—she’s practically glowing under the moonlight. And aside from her beauty, she certainly hold a ground against anything. Then there’s you, the smart, average you who—

Your train of thought halted when Scaramouche noticed your figure, concern laced at his voice when he calls your name. “Why are you out this late?” he waived at you to come closer, body moving to face your coming form.

“Can’t sleep. I came to pick you up.“ Lumine smiled at you and Nahida giggled at your words—archons, she really is cute. “Apologies, my dear (name), I just need to discuss something with the wanderer“ she offered you a small smile in which you returned with a bow of your head “There’s nothing to apologize Lord Kusanali“

“(Name)“ The man called you out again, and you turned your gaze sweetly towards him. The simple action made his chest feel tight, cheeks red, and stomach rumbling with butterflies.

“Didn’t I tell you that it’s dangerous to go out alone at night?“ His tender voice reached your ears, and you wonder, is this how the traveler hear him, too? your stomach drops a little, what if he sees Lumine the way you do? Of course, of course he does... “(Name)...(name) are you alright?” the man tap your shoulder, bringing you back to earth in the process.

“Yes, yes, just a bit tired, I think“ a shy laugh escaped your lips, and it earned a soft sigh from Scara, fingers interlacing with yours as he turned towards the other two in the room, the affection vanishes the moment his eyes left yours, “I’ll get back here first thing tomorrow to discuss where we’ve left off, I can’t keep this lady up all night.“

Lumine and Nahida nodded, offering you a small wave of goodbye as Scara lead you out of the room. Stealing one final glance at the blonde-haired girl, you just can’t help but think that maybe your lover wanted you home because he didn’t want you to see how close the two of them.

“Alright doll, come here“ You glanced up the dark headed man and saw him unleashed his elemental skill, offering to carry you home. “Can’t afford you complaining about the long walk“ he added, teasing you, eyes looking at you fondly. You straddled closer and climb up onto his arms quietly without retort, face buried in his neck as he secures your back and knees.

Your unusual silence told the lad that there’s something off. That you’re thinking something but scared of telling him, and he didn’t want that. He wants you to tell him everything and anything that bothers you because he believes that it’s his job to keep you safe— both physically, and emotionally.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost fall when you gave him a small peck on his cheeks. If you’re mind isn’t wandering in the dark right now, you might have noticed how warm his skin has become, or the fiery red colors on his cheeks and the tip of his ears. “What’s the problem?” is all he could muster. Scared that his voice might give away how love struck he is when it comes to you.

You whispered an almost inaudible nothing and he nuzzles the top of your head, determined to get it out of you once you’ve landed.

Not soon after, you reached your shared home. Scara following from your behind, scrutinizing your every actions. Silence impregnates the surroundings until he speaks again, digits reaching out to cage your waist from your back.

“Love, tell me what’s wrong” It’s not a question, he’s not asking you anything. Scaramouche demands words from you, and you know better than not to give the man what he wants from you.

“I-I…Do you like the traveler?” your question earned a confused, and somewhat irritated look from your lovers face. Wanting to make sure you didn’t hurt your head; he scuffled your hair a bit and playfully check for damage before turning you around to face him. “Aight, there’s no sign of injury or something. Probably just the stupidity talking” He looked at you with a deadpan expression, rolling his eyes.

“I’m a Scholar in the Akademiya. I’m not stupid” you retort, and your lover let out a gentle laugh— something only you’re aloud to hear. “Then don’t say stupid things.” Engulfing your whole body with his once again.

“But she’s pretty, and she’s strong. She’s so capable more than I am”

He pressed his forehead unto yours, roses coloring your cheeks as heat crept up to your face, what am I saying? You thought.

“(name) I’m pretty sure you know this but let me tell you again, I have no interest in worms. She’s not even as good looking as you are.” he said, thumbs moving across your cheeks dearly. His usual tough, mean act dissolves at your presence. Well come on, he can’t afford you being scared of him or his touch— he’d literally rather die.

“’m sorry, I just… can’t help it” he rolled his eyes jokingly, before burying his face unto you neck and peppered it with butterfly kisses.

“The audacity of you to think such thing when all I do is shower you with attention” he started, breath sending shivers down your spine and guilt eating your heart. “I wonder what I should do to make sure this won’t happen again” the lad finished his sentence while nibbling on you bare skin, fingers trailing down somewhere only you know where.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche x you #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x reader angst #scaramouche #genshin impact kunikuzushi #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x oc #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #scara x reader

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jals-stuff · 10 days

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Hihi! First of all I LOVE your writing and thank you for feeding us hungry Orter fans with your work (I have been STRAVING for his fic) so if you don't mind, I have a little request! So I imagine in a what if Orter has a crush on someone (aka us and ofc we gotta like the sandman back) who's always on a dangerous mission due to how strong they are who is ALSO his partner time to time and one day, they just went into a coma from overusing their magic. MAYBE when they woke up, the two will confess to each other or?? Idk I will let you cook 🧑‍🍳

(Sorry if my wording is a little confusing!)

good day/evening anon! your wording is just fine no worries

first of all, thank you SO much, this brightened my day by a lot, you have absolutely no clue what kind of serotonin torrent you have unleashed. I am glad at least some people like my writings, that's why I'm doing it.

I don't think this is 100% close to what you described, but I hope you'll like it regardless-

Should be gn!reader if I didn't mess it up...

warnings: SLIGHT SPOILIES, bit dark, mentions of death, bit of despair... not proofread I am so sorry.

word count: 2.8k

note: I apologise for any dumb mistakes because I physically cannot proofread myself at 6am but if I don't post it now I won't do it ever. please don't hate me anon

What if...

As much as he hates to admit it (to himself, of course), Orter had grown a little bit too fond of you. The way you greet him whenever you come back from a mission, or the way you always make sure to respect the rules and act logically while also protecting everyone around you when the two of you would go on missions together.

The way you whine when your legs are tired after walking long distances, the way you always bring him a little something to eat when you know it’s going to be a long trip. You’ve always been good to everyone, much opposed to the cold man; but it wasn’t the only difference between the two of you.

Everyone has their own logic and, as much as you respected your own, his was quite different. While you wanted to take every single possibility into consideration, he preferred not to overload his mind with useless statistics and just think of a solution when the time comes.

However, a lot of things aren’t affected by logic, such as feelings, and how could the dense sandman guess that you were absolutely enamoured with him? These were variables he would’ve never imagined, even though he was painfully into you as well.

Of course, he was your top priority, and protecting him from harm even though he was a rather powerful mage was of the utmost importance. He should’ve known that when the two of you recklessly charged into enemy territory in an attempt to weaken the devil’s quintuplets before they would be on the move.

Orter was a man of many things, but “what if''s were not part of his usual reasoning, and that was the biggest mistake of his life. However he only realised it too late when you had to break your own limits to make sure he’d go back safely. It was time to retreat, but the two of you had been completely cornered.

Having a dormant god inside of your wand had many benefits, but Psyche was not an entity to be trifled with. The Soul Goddess would, each time you requested even a fraction of her power, take a huge toll on your stamina and sanity, and this time it was more than critical.

You were already exhausted from using so much of your mana, and now you were completely surrounded by Innocent Zero's sons. Unleashing your Psyche Inclination and ordering all of the quintuplets to sleep immediately surpassed your own boundaries.

You knew what would happen if you pushed beyond your limits with your personal magic, but it was completely worth it. After all, what was the point of living anymore if the only person you loved was dead?

All of them were immensely powerful, and neutralising such strong enemies was not a meagre task. As soon as the last one fell to the ground in blissful slumber, you felt something rupture inside of you; like a used rope that suddenly lets go, your breath hitched and you collapsed to the floor.

It was all pitch black, and your consciousness kept you company just long enough to let you hear Orter’s panicked voice calling out for you. Yet somehow, despite the fact that you were falling into the pitch-black abyss, you felt relieved that he, above everything and everyone, was safe.

But anything beyond the confines of your darkened mind was unknown to you and despite your multiple attempts to open your eyes and wake up, everything went silent.

“No, no no…”

Had you been awake, you would’ve been astonished at how Orter had never been that distressed before, at least not in front of you. The loss of his dear friend Alex Elliot had taught him a painful lesson not to get attached to anyone and to simply stick to the rules, but he had let himself fall for you, and now he was experiencing the trauma once more.

“Please, no… not them…”

Not only were you unconscious, you had done this to yourself for his sake. He was aware of that fact; had you not decided to literally put yourself through such an ordeal, the two of you would be dead already.

But unlike his deceased junior, your heart was still beating and there was still time to save you. He had never run so fast in his entire life, carrying you carefully in his arms to bring you back to the Bureau’s infirmary, laying you down as gently as he could as the nurses rushed to assess your state.

You weren’t hurt, so to say, but the abusive usage of your personal magic had plunged you into a coma, and it was unsure if you would ever wake up from it.

It looked like you were peacefully asleep, maybe dreaming of a better place you would possibly join soon; unmoving and slowly breathing, as if nothing had happened. Orter knew you could possibly open your eyes anytime, and it kept him distracted every time he would fill his paperwork or go on a mission.

Whenever he had free time, he would rush to the infirmary to check on you, make sure you’re still breathing, or even talk to you. It could help you come back to your senses, or so the nurses said, and as ridiculous as he felt when he talked to your inert body, he would’ve done anything in his power to bring you back, as slim as the chances were.

But then it suddenly hit him. What could he possibly tell you if you ever woke up? He would for sure apologise, but other than that? How could he face you after you had quite literally sacrificed yourself for him? He wasn’t even sure he could look into your eyes again.

Did you resent him for this?

Would you forgive his recklessness?

Would you give him this warm smile he had gotten so used to?

And would it be time for him to finally admit his feelings? You were right here, in front of him, yet you weren’t there. He missed you so dearly, the sound of your voice, the shit eating grin you’d give him whenever he was wrong and you were right, the way you’d laugh at his disgruntled expression afterwards…

All of these interactions he thought annoyed him were now severely missed and he would’ve given anything to even just see the colour of your eyes one more time.

And see he didn’t, for what seemed to be an eternity. Everyday, when he’d come to visit you, a small part of him hoped your eyes would be open and you’d greet him the way you always did, but every time, he was met with your inanimate form, comfortably laid in the infirmary bed.

His hope of hearing your voice ever again gradually vanished with every one-sided conversation he had with your unconscious figure, swallowing down his emotions with every word he said. He was slowly accepting the fact that you might just never open your eyes again.

The more this thought settled into his mind, the more desperate he grew, and suddenly, his usual mindset faded away and his brain filled with “what if”s.

What if he had taken some time to listen to your suggestions, what if he had thought of a plan B like you always had? What if he had ever told you about his feelings, what if you loved him back? What if you didn't? What if you never woke up?

Dread took over on his other emotions and suddenly, it wasn’t hope that drove him to visit you everyday; it was despair. What if you never opened your eyes again? How could he ever live with your presence replaced by this horrifying feeling of guilt for letting you die in his place?

You were surely powerful enough that you could’ve ran away on your own, and left him behind if needed; it would’ve been the logical, reasonable thing to do. But the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Of course, he should’ve known that you would never leave him behind, but precisely because it was completely illogical, it never occurred to him that you would willingly let yourself be hurt if he had a chance to make it out alive.

Now he was sitting at your bedside and kept hoping you’d wake up, just open your eyes and talk to him, greet him and say everything was going to be fine, just the way it was before… it seemed like he hadn’t heard your voice in an eternity, and it was weighing on him the whole time. Like a burden he would have to carry forever if you didn’t wake up from this coma you had put yourself into for his own sake.

His eyes never left your figure as he spoke to you kindly, as if you were still awake. Of course, occasional visitors would look at him like he was a lunatic, talking to someone who was obviously not here to answer, but it didn’t matter to him anymore.

Orter was ready to abandon his image for your sake, sometimes even skipping work and breaking his own principles so he could hold your hand for another minute before going on yet another perilous mission.

The thought of you dying peacefully in your sleep haunted his mind every single day, and his sorrow was great enough that, more than once, he did consider exhausting himself enough so he would be defenceless enough for an enemy to just take him out of his misery.

For weeks, months, his mind was plagued with the thought of you leaving him forever, of not being able to tell you about these feelings he thought were completely unnecessary. Shame and rejection didn’t even matter to him anymore and he just longed for the day you’d wake up and even just look at him.

He was on a mission, the day he heard that one of your fingers had merely twitched. Breaking protocol was far from his usual behaviour, but he needed to see you. That is how he accidentally drowned an entire area in sand, catching both enemies and harmless monsters in his Antlion’s Nest.

The rules didn’t matter to him anymore, it was a physical need to see if you were okay and to maybe, just maybe hear your voice.

However, he walked in on something completely different. Many of the other Divine Visionaries were gathered around you in religious silence, observing you. He had to push through the crowd and his heart stopped for a second when he saw you.

You were sitting up in your bed, slightly confused as to why everyone was staring like this. For you, mere seconds had passed but in reality it had been literal months. As your eyes travelled amongst the crowd, you saw Orter, who was also staring at you in utter disbelief.

The infirmary was completely silent, and no one was moving, as if time had suddenly stopped. Ryoh threw a glance at the others and they just silently left. Now it was just you and Orter, looking at each other in both confusion and shock. He stumbled towards the chair that was resting near your bed and he slowly took a seat.

“Well… you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Upon hearing your voice, he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. It was like all of his burdens were suddenly lifted off his shoulders and his head and arms simply collapsed against the mattress, much to your confusion. You raised your hand to reach for his hair and upon seeing how your nails had grown so much, you realised something probably happened.

“It’s been months! I thought you’d never wake up! I thought I wouldn’t hear your voice ever again. Why on Earth would you do such a thing? No, no... it was all my fault. I'm sorry, (Y/N), I'm so, so sorry.”

He sounded angry, but he really wasn’t. You started connecting the dots and it took you a bit of time to understand that you had been unconscious for the past few months, worrying the poor sandman to death, though right now it didn’t matter at all.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Orter.”

Although you had been unconscious for literal months, seeing the Desert Cane unharmed was such a huge relief for you. However, not everything was swell inside his mind. He still felt extremely guilty that you nearly died for him, and nothing could possibly pay back this humongous debt he thought he owed you.

But seeing his relieved expression when he looked at you was enough of a payback. He had watched you wither away for months and now you were finally back to the world of the living, eyes focused on him and him only.

You tried to stand up but as soon as your arms attempted to lift your form, they gave out and you started losing balance. Orter immediately stood up from his chair to catch you, wrapping his arms around your now weak body to support you, but even after you were back to your spot, he wouldn’t let go. He simply sat on your bed next to you, not letting go.

Almost out of instinct, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a long sigh, your arms raising up slightly.

“Please, just rest, you must be really exhausted.”

But his words just didn’t reach you, you needed this. After a while and a lot of effort, you managed to rest these weak arms of yours against his shoulders, on the sides of his neck, and he fell silent. You had no strength at all but he could feel you use all of your willpower to embrace him, and you also seemed like you wouldn’t let go.

He seemed fine with it as he slightly nuzzled your neck and closed his eyes, finally relaxing a little after this emotional rollercoaster. It felt so comfortable to finally be in his arms after such a long time spent longing for him, as if you were finally where you belonged.

“I missed you.” Orter said quietly, close to your ear. His arms tightened around and you would've probably cried hadn't you been so exhausted. Your words were stuck in your throat and you could only nod and hum softly, your voice cutting inside your throat.

His arms tightened around you further, holding you into a comforting hug, one of his hands gently going through your hair and keeping your head close to him. You exhaled again, wanting nothing more than to keep holding him.

“Just don't let go. Please.”

Your voice was muffled by his embrace but you were close enough to his ear for him to understand your words, and you could've sworn you heard his breath hitch for a second as his arms tightened even harder around you.

“I won't.” He sighs into your neck, comfortably seated on the side of your bed, and you wanted nothing more than to lay back down and have him hold you, but you were still in the infirmary and it would've been very problematic to be seen like this.

“I won't, ever. I can't.” He held you even closer now, like he was trying to merge with you, your chest and his pressed against each other as if to share your heartbeats.

Although you had never seen Orter being this close with anyone before, it all felt very natural. Just like the way his hand slid from your hair to your cheek, like the way he moved away from you slowly, his usually cold gaze now soft and filled with something you weren't quite used to.

Just like the way he couldn't take it any longer and gave in to the physical urge to softly press his lips to yours. You didn't pull away, of course; the moment too precious to let surprise ruin it.

You returned the kiss, your eyes now closed to take in the pleasant, wholesome warmth his embrace brought to you, after you'd been so cold for literal months.

As nothing lasts forever, your lips and his slowly separated, but his eyes were now on yours again.

“I won't let you fall again, (Y/N), I promise.”

You couldn't help but give a soft chuckle and his expression turned slightly puzzled. Of course, you two didn't share the same braincells.

“I've already fallen too hard.” You breathed out.

His eyes widened for a second before he regained his composure and brushed a few hairs away from your face to place them behind your ear.

“Then I guess we’re both down now.” he finally admitted, his expression just a little softer and his lips almost curved into a smile.

You were suddenly thankful for Orter holding you so close, lest your heart would've jumped out of your chest.

“I love you, just… in case it wasn't clear enough.” He awkwardly added, and you thought it was just adorable. Another chuckle escaped you with a nod.

“I know. I love you too.”

He hummed softly and sighed deeply in relief.

That was one “what if” finally satisfied, and probably the first of a long list.

#mashle x reader #orter madl #orter mádl #mashle #mashle magic and muscles #orter mádl x reader #orter madl x you #orter x reader #mashle orter #orter madl x reader

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donutz · 2 months

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Craftycorn x reader fluff alphabet[4/8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

Affection(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— She can be pretty affectionate, in giving her art to you

— She shows affection in other ways, so if you don’t like getting gifts that’s fine(barely), she wouldn’t even mind if you didn’t want to receive them at all(lies), just don’t make it seem too personal

— In other ways she shows it by giving you her art, when you receive it you always see erased pencil marks, makes you think she wants her art to be just perfect for you

— You can see the erased scribbles over her art she made out of anger

— Craftycorn may be shy but when it comes to art a whole new body is unleashed

Best friend(How would they be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— It would start with her showing her art to you

— You complimented it, saying it was amazing, her toy-like heart beating a little faster once she heard it from your voice box

— You even started wanting to see her drawing process, it made her love you even more, as a best friend. Maybe.

Cuddles(Do they cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— Cuddles sometimes, loves it, but doesn’t do it alot, but it’s often, like she doesn’t do it too much but she still does it

— She isn’t too keen on physical touch(like she doesn’t absolutely love it, like a lot, but loves it… It's pretty confusing), she doesn’t mind it though

— Would cuddle if you asked, she loves it so she wouldn’t mind at all

— Butttt if she’s staying up making art(which isn’t good for her, even as a toy) you can drag her to bed and she will 100% cuddle with you while sleeping

— She’d try cuddling while doing art, but apparently she needs two hooves for that(to still the paper), so you can’t cuddle as much

— But she is practicing on how to draw with one hoof, just so she can cuddle with you and then you’ll both be happy

Domestic(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— If settling down means doing art then yeah, she would LOVE to ‘settle down’

— When she is actually ‘settling down’ she’s usually doing art

— Not so good with cooking, but good with baking, she likes the sweet smell, and usually the food that’s being baked is full of color

— Despises cleaning, the mess is art! What do you mean the paint on the floor is bad? It’s beautiful! You just don’t understand what art is…

— Even if she’s doing the cleaning with you she’ll drag herself around, not even so you can carry her she just really hates cleaning

Ending(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— :(

— She'd put it on paper, she wouldn’t even call it art

— “I need space… Sorry.” Then on the sides of the sentence it would be half of a heart

— She barely even put color so you know she feels horrible about it

Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)— Idkk…

— Wouldn’t do it first, you gotta do it

— Kiddy way because I don’t know her ageee

— Her dress would be FULL of color, and would have a blue ringpop

Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— She’s pretty gentle, not with her art

— She can go insane and get insane with her art

— It’s scary

— But to you? Yeah she’s gentle, she doesn’t know how to really.. Go with hugs, so sometimes she can squeeze too hard

— Then she asks if she squeezed too hard

— She’s trying to work on it

Hugs(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— Wouldn’t... Mind hugs... At the least…

— Just don’t hug her when she’s ‘arting’ she calls it

— Especially when she’s visibly mad

— Honestly just leave her alone until she’s done with her art piece

— She doesn’t often do hugs, as in she doesn’t really give them, but when you do it, it can be sometimes

— If she hugs you first then you better say thank you because that’s the only hug you’ll get from her for the next 2 weeks

— She’s trying her best to put love into her hugs, she isn’t really into physical touch, though she does put a lot of love into her hard squeezes

I love you(How fast do they say the L-word?)

— She’s only say(draw) over paper

— She’d put so much color on it and make it so loving

— She’s too shy to verbally say it

— “I love you” Like really quick and then she runs away

— If it was on paper then it’d be those words with a bunch of amazingly shaded vibrant hearts around it

Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

— It’s rare for her to be jealous, but it is scary

— She can seem very off when she’s really jealous

— She stays away from you for awhile, doing art to distract her from the fact you were with someone else

— You can try to talk to her but she’ll give you the cold shoulder

Kisses(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— Her kisses can be quite rare, so appreciate it while you can

— Her kisses are pretty much just love

— Like her kisses are synonyms to love.

— She likes kissing the back of your hand and your forehead

— It's just something about forehead kisses that have a lot of meaning.

— LOVES kisses on the cheek, she gets even more shy

— THIS IS A MOMENT HISTORY, TAKE A PICTURE?!?!

Little ones(How are they around children?)

— I just might repeat this in every smiling critter fluff alphabet, there is NO having kids with the critters.

— But anyways, she really brings out the creativity in the kids, especially the older and younger ones

— You don't know why, but you feel proud whenever she's getting along with the kids even with her shy personality

Morning(How are mornings spent with them?)

— You're the one who always wakes up first, she can get really tired from spending a lot of time on art

— Butttt, you never wake her up, she needs as much sleep as possible.

— Being an artist makes you pretty sleep deprived(╥_╥)

Night(How are nights spent with them?)

— Sometimes you drag her to bed

— She'll say, “Noo… I need to art…��

— You should feel special, you're the only one who's able to drag her away from arting

— She gets knocked out like a light though so it isn't THAT hard to get her to sleep

Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— Probably would never open up

— For Craftycorn it takes a lot of convincing to have her open up… Because usually shy artists have… A little somethin goin on

— It's a slow process really

— She's never going to spill it out by herself

— Wouldn't do it even if you ask her

Patience(How easily angered are they?)

— Could get annoyed if you bother her while she's arting(like when she's frustrated about her drawing)

— She wouldn't really get mad at you when she's just regularly doing art

— Unless she figures out that you're purposefully distracting her

— Then she'll tell(ask) you to stop

— I mean she'll listen when you're talking but when you're repeatedly asking her questions?

— You might as well just shut up.

Quizzes(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— Remembers EV-ERY-THING.

— When you change your opinion in the SLIGHTEST, she will be like, “But didn't you just say..?”

— You kinda don't get how she can keep up with everything you say

— I guess it means she really was paying attention while she was drawing…

Remember(What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

— The first time you complimented her art.

Security(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— Isn't too protective, she thinks you can handle yourself

— In a physical fight she'll just run away with you

— She's not leaving you behind unless she's comin’ back

— She thinks she can handle herself

— She can! With art and physical fights

— I feel as if she'd randomly know Taekwondo or something

Try(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— Dates? What, you mean doing art together? Yea, her amount of effort goes through the roof

— She even tries to tone down her anger if her drawing doesn't go the way she wanted it to

— That means you're reallyyyy special, y'know that?

— On the anniversary she would paint, somehow manage to get a frame, and put it together, then she'd give it to you

— She'd do it before the anniversary since it took some time

— She woke up earlier than you on that day and gave you the frame

— Her gifts are her art, so you KNOW that she puts effort into it

— But chores she barely does em(and hates them)

Ugly(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— If you're the type of person who wants physical affection but hates asking, the fact Craftycorn waits until you ask might be an ick

— When she spends hours and hours on an art piece and barely gets sleep

— Her deal with cleaning

Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

— Maybe if she went black and white one day she'd paint colors all over herself and go insane if the colors only ended up being the same colors as her

— If that doesn't happen she doesn't really care, as long as she has 3 or more different colors on her she'll be fine

Whole(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— She'd be really sad, everyday, it would demotivate her to do art

— Huge art block

— She wouldn't even be known as Craftycorn anymore, just corn

Xtra(A random headcanon for them.)

— Her love language is quality time and gift giving, she loves quality time just a little bit more than gift giving

Yuck(What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

— You insulting her art, jokingly or not, don't do that, it's not funny( `ε´ ).

Zzz(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

— Snores very loud

— Even if she's a quiet toy it doesn't mean she has quiet snores

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanfic #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gn reader #craftycorn #craftycorn x reader #craftycorn x gender neutral reader #smiling critters x reader #smiling critter x gender neutral reader

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astroaid · 3 months

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Moon in Pisces

But the further you scroll, the more specific the placement is analyzed.

Generally, if you have this placement you are…

🌙 Prone to escape into a private world to cope with your emotions. This can be creating a fantasy world in your head, music, films, novels, anything that allows you to feel your emotions through others. You feel the need to lose yourself in something or someone. Many great actors have this placement.

🌙 You love to yearn. Love mixed with a bit of pain is an addictive ache. You long from a distance. The distance may secretly feel safer to you.

🌙 Pisces moon are likely to feel comfortable crying when crying with or for someone else (even if that person is a non existent character). They get in touch with their emotions through others.

🌙 You do not have to try when putting yourself in the shoes of others. You are naturally inclined to pick up on the needs and emotions of other’s. This results in you being very compassionate and (if not paired with many fixed signs, ex: mars scorpio) you can be a forgiving person. You are likely to sacrifice your own emotional expression to help another with theirs.

🌙 However, the downside is becoming very moody and irritable. You can almost hide your own emotions from yourself. EX: Convincing yourself a traumatic event didn’t affect you. You understand why they did it to you. It doesn’t matter, you’re fine. This results in your sadness turning into anger. You can unleash it at the wrong person or at the wrong time.

🌙 This is a mutable sign (pisces) in a fast moving planet (moon). I’ve noticed this makes aspects and house placement VERY important when determining how the placement manifests.

For example: I have this placement but express my self a lot differently than the person I know with a pisces moon. I think it has to do with how pisces is naturally connected to the 12th house. We tend to hide our emotional and private selfs.

A pisces moon’s public emotional expression can be calculated and possibly manipulative. Once again, so many great actors and directors have this placement and the ability to manipulate the emotions of their audience. Sometimes without the use of words, it’s their body language and energy.

Examples of iconic artists w pisces moons: Timothee Chalamet, Robert De Niro, Martin Scorsese, Robin Williams, Winona Ryder, Jacob Elordi.

Creating art is a positive manifestation of this ability. Others who have this placement may use manipulative tactics to gaslight their victims.

Okay so now to get oddly specific with random aspects…

Pisces Moon in 6th House

[Aspects to the Moon & your entire chart will greatly influence accuracy]

This would make you a libra rising. This can manifest as that compassionate nature being expressed through acts of service. You can feel inclined to take care of those in need. Humans and animals. If you are a libra rising, your 10th house is in cancer, ruled by the moon. You will likely decide on a career that allows you to take care of others. Whether it is through physical acts or providing helpful information. This is because 6th is naturally associated with the 6th sign, virgo, which loves taking in information, and analyzing down to the details. With this placement you would do well in careers like nursing, counselling, physiotherapy, etc.

Moon Sextile Venus

This is an indicator of love marriage. There is little to no thought for the other’s appearance, resources or what can they do for me type thinking. However, let’s say venus is in 2nd house scorpio, this would change that. As your love is directly tied to your resources and other’s.

But still moon sextile venus creates a kind and admirable personality. You are genuinely very well-liked. People can see your good intentions. You are a considerate person who genuinely desires fair resolution, no matter what side you are on.

Moon trine Neptune

Generally, trines are positive aspects. However, when a chart has too many trines it can indicate laziness. You can dream up exactly what you want but when it is time to plan or take action, you struggle to move. You are almost stuck in the daydream.

And due to pisces escapist tendency, you may not see exactly how harmful your choice of escape has become.

Moon square North Node

Your desire to be comfortable clashes with your true purpose. Life will force you to step out your comfort zone to conquer your destiny. It will not feel good but the journey will be a process that makes you stronger.

Example: You may not have been nurtured by your parents in the way you needed, but it has forced you to be more independent. Sometimes an emotionally distant parent saves you from taking on their personality, their beliefs and their wishes for your future.

Moon Square Pluto

Your desire for true connection clashes with your fears. You may feel you need to manipulate or be offering a person something to keep them. When hurt and trying to express yourself, you can be very intense. This leads other’s who witness your reaction, to believe you are the villain. Your lack of trust and fear of being betrayed or left, creates a self fulfilling prophecy. You will likely end up in a period of isolation from others at some point in your life. This will inevitably bring on the death and rebirth process.

Thanks for reading. Would love to know your experience if you are or know a pisces moon <3

#astrology #astrology observations #pisces moon #moon in 6th house #moon square north node #moon sextile venus #moon trine neptune #moon square pluto

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our-death-means-flag · 1 year

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Headcanons: Hugging the Crew of the Revenge

All of them are my blorbos. I want to hug them. So, here’s that. First time posting on this account! Sorry if this sucks! Platonic or Romantic, up to you!

Stede

Probably not very experienced in giving hugs

Always liked the idea and wanted to hug people but it’s not very ‘proper’ and the poor guy didn’t really have any friends so hasn’t gotten to give many hugs

Has many stored up hugs waiting to be unleashed

Would be very eager but would probably overthink it

Give him a heads up. He wants to set up the ideal hug! Tea, pillows, blankets, the whole nine!

He would go and change into his softest clothes for the occasion

Fumbles his way through the first few seconds but once he gets a good handle on it, he gives very good hugs

Hugs you very gently

Would be happy to read to you while hugging you if it would make you feel better

(It would also make him feel better)

Very soft (fine fabrics) and smells amazing

Just one hug from Stede and you’ll be smelling like flowers for the rest of your day

Probably does the awkward dad pat on the back

Probably also not super experienced in hugs

But also very very excited

A very forceful hugger

He gets very excited okay?

Also he strong

He will 100% squeeze the air out of your lungs

Would also appreciate being squeezed

(Ed would love weighted blankets and I will die on this hill)

Also probably the most likely to pick you up and swing you around

He won’t drop you don’t worry

Despite all the shenanigans, his hugs feel very warm and sturdy

He was probably overthinking just as much as Stede but he’s just better at bluffing confidence

How does he win a hug?

If you tell him you he did a good job with it, congratulations, he will now hug you whenever he sees you

Will probably ask for another hug right after putting you down

Izzy

Hugs for the rat-man

Local meow-meow has never been hugged

Will insist up and down that he doesn’t want/need a hug

He absolutely does but will never ask

Also no way is he self aware enough to even consider the possibility that he might need one

If you somehow manage to give him a hug, he will have absolutely no idea what to do

Will probably stand there, hands awkwardly in the air like someone has him at gunpoint until you tell him it’s okay to touch you

Once he properly is hugging you he will melt immediately

This man is incredibly touch starved and this is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to him

He gets one (1) kind gesture and he immediately has an existential crisis

Might cry and if you let him hide his face in your shoulder he’ll cry harder

Let him cry. Poor guy needs a good cry

Hugs incredibly gently by default (He doesn’t want to hurt you)

Will probably never ask for another hug but will be thinking about it for a long time

Please hug him again

Lucius

Gives very good hugs, nice, comforting

Definitely knows what to say to make you feel better

Also pretty open with affection in general

Loops his arm over your shoulder when talking etc.

Would probably whisper something flirty in your ear just to watch you get flustered (If you’re alright with it of course)

Would also go for the ass grab (he asks first of course)

If you’re strong enough to carry him, he would 100% ask you to

Though if you say yes even once he will keep asking. He’s kind of lazy and very flirty so he would be living the dream getting carried around

Also wouldn’t hesitate to rally the entire crew to give you a group hug if he thought it would help you

Black Pete

Would initially insist he’s too cool for hugs

This doesn’t last more that ten seconds because he actually really likes hugs and will fold very quickly even if you don’t push

Seamlessly switches over to claiming he gives the best and coolest hugs

They are pretty cool hugs admittedly

Comfy but a bit on the tight side

Would give you a very strong pat on the back

Like a little too hard but he means well

He’s trying

Jim

Doesn’t strike me as someone who likes hugs all that much

Not very physically affectionate in general

If they did give one they’d probably be very gentle and they’d do their best to move slowly not to spook you since that’s what they’d prefer

Their hugs feel very safe and comforting

Jim would feel protective of you while they’re hugging you

They’re glaring at everyone over your shoulder

If Oluwande dragged them into a group hug they’d be a bit more comfortable with that

They’d probably prefer slinging their arm over your shoulder and sitting next to you to a proper hug

Comfortable but not too much touching involved

Olu

Very very good hugs

I can not emphasize enough how comfy and good his hugs would be

A true master of hugs

Knows exactly how much force to use and how long to make it

Would gently rub your back

Tells you that everything is going to be okay and you can’t not believe him

His hugs feel so safe you could easily fall asleep in his arms

He would let you if you did

Also probably send Jim to make sure everyone else keeps it down so you can sleep

10000/10 hug

Frenchie

Loves hugs and physical affection

The kind of person who would greet you with a hug

Careful at first but that’s mostly because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

Once you give him permission, he will hug you whenever he can

If you hug him from behind he can also play something for you

Cuddles. So many cuddles

Will happily share a blanket or a pillow with you

Wee John

Loves hugs

Very comfy and soft and warm

Probably very careful about how tightly to hold you

Would pick you up and carry you around

He might drop you

Depending on where you both are and how close you two are he might just book it running

For the chaos

Would totally let you sleep on top of him (He is a very cozy bed)

Roach

This might be overly specific but I think he’d be the type to run up behind you and jump scare you with a hug from behind

If you do it back to him he would be pretty happy and proud

Personally I don’t think that startling someone on a ship where most people are armed is a great idea but in his mind if he gets stabbed he can fix it

What’s a little stabbing but a garnish on a hug?

Generally likes hugging from behind

If you’re trying some food he made for you he’d probably be draped over your shoulders like a blanket while waiting for your opinion

The Swede

The Tackle Hug™

He got excited and just went for it

Sent both of you flying

He felt really bad about it and apologized a lot

Will do it again the next time he wants to hug someone

No matter how many times it happens, he will never learn

Stede might suggest that the Swede uses it again during a raid as an attack and you have mixed feelings about that

Ivan

Hug neutral

If you need one or if a hug would make you feel better he’d be fine with that

Probably won’t seek out hugs on his own though

You can cry or fall asleep in his arms and he’ll be fine with that

Will happily take care of you

Fang

I think he would be a little nervous

He hasn’t given many hugs and he really doesn’t want to mess up

Would probably tell you that he’s nervous

Once you assure him everything’s going to be okay he gives you a very good hug

Gets very excited and will be grinning for a while

Very safe and warm

Buttons

Would give surprisingly good hugs

Gives you a comforting pat on the back

Grandpa hug vibes

Karl or Olivia would probably join in and perch on your head or shoulder (They also want you to know they support you)

Buttons would insist that the sea gives the best hugs. (You have no idea what to make of that. He probably isn’t threatening to throw you overboard. Probably )

Also make sure you do not ask him while he is moonbathing

He would absolutely pause the moonbathing to hug you

But he will not pause to put on pants

Be warned

#ofmd x reader #our flag means death #izzy hands x reader #israel hands x reader #edward teach x reader #stede bonnet x reader #frenchie x reader #frenchie ofmd x reader #blackbeard x reader #could probably write whole fics for stede ed and Izzy #if anyone wants #count all the times a self conscious writer uses the word probably in a set of headcanons #im very nervous #this sat in my drafts for a week

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morelikeravenbore · 6 months

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The Final Goblin

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC spicy one shot 🔞

Warning: SMUT. 18+ CHARACTERS. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Contains sexual content, reader discretion is advised.

Word count: 1.4k

READ IT UNDER THE CUT 👇

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The final goblin had gone out in a blaze of searing white light, blasted into oblivion by a powerful surge of magic that had come from the hands of one petite little psychopath.

His petite little psychopath.

There was nothing left of the goblin camp but a haze of smoke, the lingering scent of singed hair and a single tent engulfed in flames. Nothing else stirred but the sound of the wind through the bare trees, the sizzle and pop of the burning tent, and his own desperate moans as he fucked the ever-living hell out of his girlfriend.

'Fuck,' - groan - 'fuck,' - groan - 'fuuuuuck.'

Ordinarily such a demure little thing, whenever Sebastian's brilliant, powerful girlfriend unleashed her gift of destruction upon their enemies, it broke something inside his brain, as if all that raw power she tore from the ether went straight to his cock, turning him feral.

The sight of her wielding such unfathomable power - so wild, so dangerous, with her eyes glowing a vivid blue and a deranged little smile curling her pretty mouth - was enough to make him come, untouched, right there in his trousers. In fact, there had been a few times in their early days of conducting poacher raids and dishing out vigilante justice when it actually had. But he'd gotten better at controlling himself. These days, he always managed to hold on long enough to stumble over to her - led not by his brain but by his throbbing cock - to mindlessly bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her senseless.

Tonight's escapades had been no exception. By the time it took for her to blast the final goblin into whatever miserable afterlife awaited it, he'd managed to lumber over to her, clumsily unbutton her breeches and slide his trembling hand beneath her soaked panties. They'd both groaned as his fingers sank into her wet heat, her insides hot and slick and still tingling with the magic that coursed through her blood.

Driven almost to madness by lust, Sebastian had wasted no time in pinning her to the ground and wrangling their pants down just enough to slide cock-deep into the most dangerous woman known to wizard kind.

Sebastian was an insatiable man even on a day that didn't involve his beautiful girlfriend committing murder with her Ancient Magic. Driven by a deep-seated need for physical affection, he was simply unable to keep from touching her, craving her closeness like her skin was infused with Amortentia, addicted to the feel of her soft lips against his, her small hands, her soft hair, her warm supple body. When he wasn't touching her, he was dreaming of touching her - or else touching himself as a proxy, his fist a poor substitute for her.

But it wasn't just about sex. Drawn together by trauma and tragedy, the pair had forged a connection that - to Sebastian, at least - bordered on something spiritual. Muggles believed in an all-powerful God, a celestial creator, but Sebastian worshipped only one divine deity.

A goddess.

Her.

She was the love of his life, the missing piece that perfectly fit the gaping void in his soul. Their bond was a tangible, unbreakable thing that not even the very worst things could sever; not his obsession with the Dark Arts nor her penchant for murdering goblins. They were kindred spirits, unstoppable in their love and terrifying in their power.

Ordinarily, Sebastian liked to take his time when they were intimate. He liked to suck the sweet little moans from her slender throat, to coax her desperate pleas with his fingers, his tongue. Ordinarily, he withheld his aching cock until she begged him for it, her eyes wet with tears of desperation, her little fingers digging into his shoulders. But there was nothing ordinary about taking her when she was power-drained and weak from magical exertion, when she was crossed-eyed and whimpering and so fucking wet that his stomach and thighs were slick with it. No, this was something different.

Something primal.

Powerful.

Having never had much power in his life, Sebastian wanted to consume her, to use her, to fuck her into submission over and over until she forgot her own fucking name. And she, shouldering the heavy responsibility of a volatile magic, weighed down by a burden she'd never asked to carry, had an equally desperate need to submit, to relinquish control and let someone else take over. To let him take over. No, it wasn't just about sex; it was a forging of hearts, a merging of souls, a relief from the pain that ceased only when they were together.

Her eyes, still glowing a vivid blue from the power surge, locked onto his own: her brilliant blue gazing into his warm brown: sky and earth, spirit and body. Remnants of her magic tingled over her skin like there was lighting in her veins, passing from her core to his cock where it settled deep within his stomach, coaxing his impending release.

She smiled then, flushed and panting. 'You feel it?' she moaned, clenching herself around his length. 'The power?'

He could only moan in reply.

Merlin, how easily she could kill him, his little moaning whimpering mess of a girlfriend. With nothing more than a single touch, she could evaporate him into non-existence as she'd done the goblins, destroying him so completely there'd be no body to bury, no trace that he'd ever existed at all. But she wouldn't. She never did.

The thought drove him wild.

With a strangled gasp, he thrust into her - hard, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her utter filthy words she was ordinarily too sweet to say aloud. A jolt of power surged through her fingertips and she cried out, convulsing and twitching beneath him. White-blue and so bright he had to squint, her magic sizzled along the ground, forking across the dry earth like streaks of lightning. But rather than leaving destruction in its wake, swatches of lush new grass sprung up beneath them, cushioning his skinned knees.

He laughed, awed and joyful as he thrust into her again, harder, and harder, and harder, each frenzied movement causing more power to blaze from her fingers. This time, flowers bloomed beneath her hands and sprouted up around them. He caught the scent of them, a sweet note permeating the scent of death and lust; flowers and sex. Sugar and salt. Beauty and chaos.

If this kept up, they'd soon be fucking in the middle of an oasis, not a site of destruction. Sebastian laughed again, the sound broken and breathless as he pounded mindlessly into her. Her power could destroy, yes - but it just as easily create.

Merlin, she was so fucking beautiful.

With every surge of magic, every fervent meeting of their bodies, her core clenched around him, threatening to rip his release from his body. He gasped for air, suffocating in desire, drowning in pleasure, so close to the edge he couldn't -

He couldn't -

And then she did something she'd never done before, surprising his impending climax into temporary submission.

Reaching up beyond his head, her delicate fingers curled around what appeared to be nothing but air. But a moment later, a single strand of silvery magic materialised within her grasp, twisting and wriggling in like a worm on a fishing hook. Sebastian, too fucked out of his mind to care if she was about to blast him into oblivion, simply watched it undulating in her fingers.

Then she lifted it to his face.

As if by instinct, as if some wordless communication passed between them, he obediently opened his mouth and latched onto her fingers, moaning as he sucked at them, pulling on the chords of magic like they were much needed sustenance.

His field of awareness shrank down to only two points of their connection; her wet, warm center as it contracted around him, and the tingling sensation of raw magic as it buzzed down his throat and into his gut, filling him as thoroughly as he was filling her. With a broken cry, his vision whited out completely and he succumbed to the hardest orgasm he'd ever had in his life.

There was a ringing in his ears when he eventually came to awareness. Still sheathed deep inside her, his head spun as he lifted it gingerly from her chest, his damp skin peeling away from hers with a sticky slick. He gazed down at her, his beautiful girl with her flushed cheeks and her damp hair, her eyes still glowing that impossibly bright blue.

Smiling softly, she lifted a heavy-limbed hand to touch his face, cupping his cheek with a gentleness that made his heart ache. Sebastian leaned into it, wishing they could stay connected like this forever.

'Your eyes,' she whispered, an awed expression gracing her perfect face. 'Sebastian, they're blue.'

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