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tw1l1te · 2 months

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The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 2

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft and domestic, suggestive themes

Authors note: I was too excited to not post this lmao :3c

Time seemed to stop, and you didn’t mean by the Old Man.

Time literally seemed to halt. You stared at Rusl, trying to find any signs of lying or amusement in his eyes, as if this was some joke. A cruel, twisted joke.

“W-what?” you asked, the only word you could muster. You could feel your fingers shake on the table. You didn’t want to believe what Rusl said, or did you? You weren’t sure.

You weren’t sure if you’d accepted the fact on whether or not you were coming home ever again, but you didn’t think it would happen now, or so soon. Maybe Hylia wanted to see how your head would react. A twisted game for her, like it always is.

“Are you sure that’s what she said? Maybe she meant something else-"I know what she said. I may be old, but I saw what she wrote clear as day. There’s another mirror.”

Before anyone could say anything else, you stormed out of the cottage, the door squeaking on it hinges as you storm out.

“Y/n! Wait!!” Hyrule yells after you.

Before you could stop yourself to calm down, you break into a spring, heading straight towards the forest. You needed to run. Run. RUN.

This couldn’t be happening. You researched and combed through Hyrule Castle’s archives to find any sliver of hope that you’d be able to come home. Even if it said it was impossible, you never found anything to begin with. You had no answers.

You don't know when you stopped running, you panted as you sat up against a tree, silent tears running down your cheeks and down your neck. Breathing was so difficult, you began hiccuping and hyperventilating, gripping onto your hair for any kind of grounding back into reality. That’s when you felt something wet on your forehead.

Looking up, you were relieved for it to just be Wolfie, or Twilight.

“Twilight you shouldn’t have followed me.” you whispered into his fur.

Twilight turned back into his Hylian form, your face still in his pelt.

“I needed to make sure you were okay. Can’t leave you alone, especially in Faron Woods. Who knows what’s still out here,” he murmured into your hair, combing through your sweaty locks. He kissed the top of your forehead, hesitating before pulling back.

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/n. I promise. We’ll be with you, every step of the way, ok? We’re gonna find you a way to go home. Whether it be this lead or if we find something else.”

You sighed. Twilight was always the more outwardly calm person in the chain, alongside Time and Warriors.

“Twilight that’s the thing… I’m not even sure if I want to go home. It’s probably been years back home, hell I don’t even know if I have my apartment or my friends or… But its not like I don’t want you, y’know? I’ve been dreaming of going home since I first came here, I’d been up for nights at a time just researching in the underground library archives. I-I don’t know what to do or think, Twi.” you rambled, voice breaking at the end, letting more tears slip out.

“Although I don’t know exactly what you’re feelin’, I’m here for you, whatever it is that happens. We’re all here for you.”

He takes a breath.

“Speaking of the others, we should head back to the village, the others are probably worried sick about you.”

You nodded without a word, getting up and making back to Ordon Village together, Twilight wrapping his pelt around your shoulders. It smelled like him, you thought.

Twilight never gives anyone his pelt, its the one thing he sees as his. So why’d he give it to you? He has no idea. Instinct, he thinks. It’s cold, you needed it more than him. He looks down at you, your pink cheeks and wet lashes making you look more fragile and doll-like. Your cute nose sniffing every few seconds, breathing in the cold air. Your ears were so small, littered with at least 3 or 4 piercings, one of which was a triforce.

Twilight smiles slightly. He always liked the little pieces of “memorabilia” you had of them. It was incredibly strange and unsettling when they first found out, but he sees it more as like your belonging to them admiration of them.

Twilight’s train of thought stopped for a moment.

Where the hell did that thought come from?

Before he could ruminate on his psyche, he’s shaken out of his thoughts by Wind yelling “Oh thank fucking Hylia!”

You came back into Twilight’s treehouse, heading toward the bathroom to take a warm bath. You noticed that the tub was already filled, hot steam coming off the surface of the water. You’d have to thank whoever drew you the bath.

Stripping your clothes, you set them in a pile near the door. You step into the tub, wincing slightly at the hot water making contact with your skin. It was a bit too hot for you, but you knew the water will cool off fast enough, so you powered through it.

You sighed. This was nice. Even with the chaotic stream of thoughts coursing through your head, the bath seemed to dull it, even for just a moment. You grab your hair and start combing through it, no doubt getting knots from running through the woods earlier. You look at the necklace Four made for you a few months ago. It was to commemorate a year being with the Chain, which in retrospect should’ve made you sad, but it made you extremely happy and grateful for everyone in the group

You knew it was much easier to come across rarer metals and jewels here than back home, but you were still just as in shock when you realized what it was made of. You remember sobbing from joy when you received it, as you never held something so expensive and meaningful in your entire life.

The necklace was made of metal sourced from Death Mountain but you had no clue what the gem in the triangle shaped cavity was. It looked like emerald, but the boys said it wasn’t that, and that they won't tell you. They were so petty at times.

You were startled out of your thoughts when there was a knock at the door.

“I brought you some fresh clothes, Dove.” Ah Sky, honestly you were a little relieved it wasn’t Legend or Wars, knowing they’d say something snarky or suggestive.

“Come in Sky.”

You could hear the cogs turning in his head for a moment before he entered, red in the face. You almost laughed at what you were seeing.

Sky turned his head away from you and covered his eyes, just to spare you some dignity.

“I-uh gave you one of my older shirts since you don’t have any other clean ones and its thicker, so it’ll help keep you warm and it has-”

“Sky, for the love of god you’re making this more awkward than it has to be. You’re sweet for being so thoughtful, but we’re both adults Pumpkin.” you mused, chuckling a bit.

Sky finally made eye contact with you, but still avoided your eyes for the most part.

“Right. Um, well, I’ll just leave these on the chair then.”

Sky then stared at you. Not in a creepy way, just in admiration and awe. Luckily, the rest of your body was hidden under the bubbles of the soap in the water, so its not like he could see anything anyway.

He then walked up to you and sat down outside of the tub, still gazing at you.

“I was so worried about you earlier, Songbird. Are you alright now?” he asked, worry crossing his face.

You sighed. Ever the most thoughtful. Bringing your hands from under the water, you cup his cheeks looking right into his eyes.

“Don’t worry so much about me, Sky. I’m fine now. Twilight calmed me down a bit, but you know how shocking such information can be. I just need a bit to process, y’know? I’ll be fine though.”

You gave him a small smile, trying to read the thoughts behind his eyes. He just kept looking at you. You swear he looked at your lips a few times. Biting his lip, he asked “Can I wash your hair for you? No offense at all, I just wanted to offer because you never know when the next time we’ll get to be clean again.”

You nodded with a smile, sitting back against the porcelain tub, handing Sky the glass bottle of soap. As soon as he lathered his hands, he started massaging your scalp, a feeling you’ve missed so much.

“Fuck, Sky, that feels so good.” you said, not realizing the tone or implication you said it in.

Sky’s breath hitched, but you didn’t catch it, too busy on the sensations on your scalp.

“Yeah?” he whispered, looking at your bare shoulders that were littered with scars from your journey with them, wishing he could wash them away. He felt his ears get hot from your soft sounds, happy that you felt so comfortable and wishing you’d make those sounds more often domestic with him.

Suddenly the movement stops. Opening your eyes, you turn your head over your shoulder, almost jumping at how close his face is. Your gaze flickered to his lips, almost as if it was instinct.

“Sky… I-” “I’ll let you finish up.” And with that, he left, softly shutting the door behind him.

What the HELL is he thinking???

Sky gripped his hair, walking down the hallway, panting slightly.

He was so… close to you. He could smell the soap on your skin. He could see the different colors in your eyes. He felt strange. He knew he liked you… and not just as companions or friends… he wanted more. He felt happier, lighter since you came around. He genuinely laughed for the first time in ages.

It seemed like there was a spark of sorts between the two of you, but he didn’t want to assume or jump into anything… yet, at least. He needed a minute to calm down.

#yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #linked universe au #link x reader

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caffeinetheif · 1 year

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Ultimate simp moments OR the type or simps the bros/dateables are? Like, who's blatant, who's pathetic, who's proud, etc

thank u :3c

We love the type of simps the bros/datables are in this household. This will have just the brothers, but I do plan on making a seperate post that will include diavolo, Simeon, Solomon, and Barbatos!

The Demon Brothers and the Type of Simp They are GN! MC/Reader pt. 2 Warnings: A bit of possessive descriptors in Asmo's and Belphie's but not to the point of being a red flag

Lucifer

He's more of an aloof type of simp if that makes sense. He knows that you know he's a simp for you, but he doesn't want others (i.e. lower level demons) to know.

HOWEVER... if there's an event such as a ball hosted by Diavolo, he will insist that you be his plus one so he can brag about you

Would definitly make your chores less intense than his brothers'. If his brothers confront him about it he just brushes it off and says, "MC is a human. We're demons, so you can handle it." but we all know its because he favors you

Mammon

He is the definition of worshiping the ground you walk on

Our first 'pathetic/whipped' demon on the list. Ask him to grab you something? He's already running to get it. Mention a draft? He's practically shoving his jacket onto your shoulders.

We all know he's easily flustered, but he wears it with a sense of pride.

Leviathan

Another one for the 'pathetic simp' list. Much like Mammon, he is super easy to fluster.

Will pause his game for you/drop the controler in the middle of multiplayer. Just say the words and he's there. "Sorry my lover is calling. BRB"

I like to think he'd have a photo of you and him as the lock screen of his DDD so every time he opens it he gets to see you.

Satan

He would also be very proud of having you as his lover.

If you mention something that you enjoy, he would pull out stacks of books to read about it so he can talk more about the topic with you.

He would also learn/teach himself something if you even slightly mention wanting to learn it. Want to learn how to make origami? Give him one night and he's mastered like fifty different shapes so he can teach you

Asmodeus

Asmo is by far the most likely to flaunt around the fact that he's in a relationship with you

"Look at my lover! Aren't they amazing?" Definitely would pull some strings to have you model for a photoshoot with him.

Needs 100% of your attention on dates. I think he'd also be somewhat possessive if anyone else tries to talk to you when you two are spending time together

Beelzebub

Beel is not one to brag or flaunt his relationship with you. How he shows his love is by sharing waht he loves with you.

Despite his sin, he will absolutely offer to share his food with you or set aside some of his snacks to share with you later. It takes all of his willpower to not eat it, but will push through it to see you happy.

Will absolutely go out of his (very large) comfort zone to make you happy.

Belphegor

He would be the least noticable simp. He would act like his normal self and not much would change.

The only thing that may change is his level of clingyness when he is around you. His desire to seek you out for comfort would increase.

He would also become a bit more possessive like Asmo when it comes to your interactions with other demons. A common scene would be him hugging you from behind with his head on your shoulder as he glares daggers at the demon talking with you.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #om mammon #om! lucifer #om! leviathan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! satan #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #leviathan x reader #om headcanons #om scenarios

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h-harleybaby · 10 months

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I loveloveLOVE ur work ... can we get some hcz for Eric Cartman in a relationship with a masochiztic reader ? ,:3c

All y’all on the same wavelength fr

Anyways, no worries hun I’m perfectly fine with it! And I get it, sometimes you gotta use a translator <333

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Sadist!Eric Cartman x Masochist!reader

• Obviously Cartman would thrive on the fact you’re a masochist, his sadistic side is so drawn to that. He finds it so hot how much of a reaction he can get out of you

• Def has recordings of you begging for him to be rough or to slap you and gets off on it when you can’t be there physically. Not to mention videos and audios of him spanking you

• If he’s not there I wouldn’t be surprised if he FaceTimed you and made you spank yourself + touch yourself. If your ass ain’t red, you clearly didn’t do it right

• He’d probably mock you the whole time saying how your hands probably don’t feel as good as his, whatever toy he’s making you use doesn’t feel as good as this tongue, etc

• Would not be surprised if he mocked you while you were riding some sort of dildo or toy until you’re crying and he’s licking your tears as some kinda foreplay

• Fr makes you completely dependent on him for your pleasure. No one makes you feel as good as he does ig, he knows your body more than you do

• He’s def someone who uses his size to his benefit, pinning you down so you can’t pull away or push away from anything he’s doing because he KNOWS you love it

• Ofc sometimes he has to switch it up tho, he’s by no means boring. And tying you up is one of his favourites to do, I feel like he would use coconut rope or something that like, at least slightly digs into your skin

• He would sooooo love when you scratch up his back, the little masochist in him is pleased. Ngl he would probably walk around shirtless so people could ask him about it and so he could tell them about how good you felt last night

• OVERSTIM!!! He loves to overstim you to the point where you’re begging him to stop or until literally all you can do is babble about how it feels too good and cry

• HE LICKS THOSE DAMN TEARS WITH PRIDE!! And boy, do they taste good to him your tears fr his favorite drink 💀

• He prefers getting oral rather than giving, but if he’s giving he’s a big fan of you sitting on his face and not letting you off. Like no, he wants you sobbing just because of his tongue and if you’re not then he’s not done

• He knows you soooo well and knows exactly how to make you cum super easily, but loves to edge you. Especially to the point where you’re trying to grind yourself on his face and he has to hold your hips to stop you

• If you don’t get the hint then he’s gonna slap your clit until you do and omg it hurts but it feels so good like I CAN’T

• Def fucks your face to the point where he actually can’t tell if you’re breathing properly or not

• I could totally see him having his hand on your throat and squeezing a little as he face fucks you because he likes how it feels

• He would soooo love taking pictures of you choking on his cum while he’s got his dick down your throat. Expect that to be his lock screen!!

• Arm lock is a must‼️‼️‼️ like he has you propped up, ass up, and chest flat on the bed with your arms behind your back LIKE YES PLEASE

• I shit you not, he has those chubby hands so they’re literally huge and he can hold your wrists together with one hand 🤭🤭

• Them hands inside you tho got me going WILD!! He knows what the hell he’s doing and he’s super skilled with his hands. Honestly, he probably fingers you pretty roughly but like not enough to exactly hurt HURT you ya know??? Does that make sense?

#h harleybaby needs help #harley won’t shut her mouth #harley’s anons <33 #mom come get harley she’s rambling #harley’s favs #south park x reader #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x you #eric cartman smut #eric cartman x y/n #eric cartman headcanons #Eric Cartman birthday special

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minecraftrelatedrandomness · 6 months

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12 november 2023 pirates smp lore recap

the crypts

the crypts are now open! they can be accessed using tokens (red crystals) bought from the curator npc for 1000 gold each

only at most 2 people can enter a crypt at the same time

inside are timed puzzles! it's kind of like the sands of time in there, and if they don't solve the puzzle in time, they die and are sent back to the entrance

the reward for completing a crypt is lots of gold and resources, and also a lore book on a pirates worldbuilding story!

the only livestream povs that don't involve visiting a crypt today are apokuna, graecie, and krowfang, all of whom are involved in the lore

the cruppy cleaning crew

p!apo finds cruppy messing around with marnie's statue and is mad at it for disrespecting the dead

he goes to find p!martyn to reassemble the cruppy cleaning crew (team 3c from now on)

team 3c kidnaps cruppy using a lasso and drags it to monkey island for interrogation

p!graecie is watching this happen and recruits kuervo to go rescue cruppy

on the way to monkey island, team 3c sails past p!el on her ship while she's going back to the faction isles. this will be important later.

team 3c locks cruppy in the cage on monkey island and interrogate it for information, torturing it with a lava bucket if it doesn't give a satisfactory answer

p!graecie and kuervo get there and free cruppy, and basically go off on team 3c for torturing a creature with the mental capacity of a small child

in an attempt to justify their actions, p!martyn says that the entire faction isles has been selfish and only caring for themselves (incorrect), and p!apo cites that corpse desecration is wrong (gets shut down because "small children" have no concept of death)

patchlings W, team 3c L, also p!graecie officially announces being marnie's appointed successor as nightingale faction leader, so yes, she can tell p!apo what to do now

p!apo also kind of burns p!graecie with a lava bucket around this time

in between all this, p!martyn decides to get out of dodge but passes p!el's ship on his way back to the isles

p!martyn then decides to go after p!el and kill her for allegedly snitching on team 3c kidnapping cruppy

meanwhile, p!el just came out here to look for crypts with p!bek and has no clue what p!martyn is even mad about

back on monkey island, p!apo runs off to apologize to and consult with someone called alphie

p!graecie comforts cruppy and tries to take it back to the isles

kuervo is still debating whether to leave the faction isles behind, but on his way back, p!bek's boat (which he was using since he couldn't find his own) gets struck by lightning and sunk. he is last seen drowning. there will be a lore stream tomorrow

what we found out from the torture-interrogation (at least as cruppy claims)

cruppy is an ally to the faction isles

it swam to the isles by itself on day 1 after recruitment day

cruppy freaks out whenever it hears the name 'ivy'

it is evasive about how it is related to the corruption, and if the cultists and iris are bad or not

cruppy has always been what it is now; it is not sandro caravel in disguise or anything

it first came into existence before recruitment day

it doesn't know anything about mufasa and the sabertooth clan

#pirates smp spoilers #isleposting #pirates smp #tw torture #my post #cruppy #inthelittlewood #apokuna #graecie #krowfang #soupforeloise #long post #slight annotation in that i wrote this recap at 4-5am god help me i have class in 3.5 hours as of time of writing #aqua's mcytblr resources

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meowmeowriley · 3 months

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Hi costume anon here! I love goth Soap and tech Gaz so much!!!!!!!

Do I have ideas about the effects of repeated and long term exposure to ghostly energy?why yes, yes I do >:3c

Okay Ghost isn’t a full Ghost (ha!) which means he operates on a plain/wavelength (or what have you) closer to humans then a regular goulie would, close enough that a little bit of the extra energy the run off starts to affect the mortals around him… (you can use this for horror or comedy depending on how far you want to take it (I don’t think it would lead to death though))

At first there’s a bit of lethargy and a feeling of lingering cold slight numbness and or tingling on fingers and toes easily ignore or brushed off

Insomnia would hit after that and if they were early birds they’d slowly become night owls but again given what the guys have been through they don’t think much about it

It isn’t until they get sick and they start leaking a little ecto that things start dawning on them (queue the angst (Ghost sulks and tries to avoid them ( this does not work)))

After a while their colds (he he) settle down but if they remain paler then before and their canines are a little sharper, they can see a little better in the darkness and have a feeling of general otherness about them who’s to say?

Itty-bitty baby cores they can’t replenish on their own so when soap gets angry people get static shocks if they touch him and it’s a little easer for Gaz to hack tech when he can speak tech. I’d also wager they’d build a tolerance to Ghost abilities so the ghostly wail and cold glare wouldn’t effect them much maybe they could even sense him.

The speed with which the changes happen would be determined by length and rate of exposure

I hope this isn’t to much rambling my autistic arse would not stop thinking about this even when I had things to do today lol

I hope you have a great day!

RAAAAAAHHHHH YOU'VE SOLD ME ON IT

Nobody would notice them being tired or testy, because they're in the military, everyone's tired and testy. They have caffeine addictions, but so does every soldier. They bark orders at recruits, but come onnnn they're sergeants. It's literally their job to be tough on lower ranks.

Ghost would sulk thinking he's hurting his friends, meanwhile-

Gaz: "who needs wifi when you ARE the wifi?!" Happily tip-tapping away on a laptop that absolutely should not be getting signal where they are, and yet he's getting better signal and faster internet than anyone else does on fucking base. Suddenly he's got controll of all the electronics the enemies have. Drones self destruct, turrets open fire, every door simultaneously locks, trapping men. The enemy base is in chaos.

Soap: "AHAHAHAHAHA! Zippity zap, pippity pop! And yer transformers all go BOOM!!!" His eyes shine brightly and electricity crackles and dances through his mohawk. Distant explosions as the every transformer and junction box gets overloaded simultaneously. There's fire everywhere.

Through their constant proximity to Ghost, and constant use of their powers, it doesn't take long for them to both become powerhouses in their own right.

Tbh, I fucking love electricity powers for Soap. I know we all headcanon him as a pyro, a firy little demon man, but I really think electricity suits him. Ever seen an outlet shoot sparks? They're blue! Not all the time, but still. Blue's always been his color, to me at least. Ever seen a transformer exploded? Big ol' fireball. And he'd cause constant electrical fires if he could.

Anyhow! Fuck I love this AU 🥰 And you! You're brilliant!

#ghostsoap #soapghost #cod mw2 #ghoap #fanfic #call of duty #ask answered #ask #danny phantom #danny phantom au #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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twinanimatronics · 10 months

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Ya know your theories and rambles about moon and your comments on the book has sparked a headcannon i adore, (I think a previous post where you were analyzing the book and how moon isn't actually aggressive the whole time they were fixing things..)

Moon is just autistic and the employees are just mean (or like, confused, uncomfortable, feeding into existing rumors ect.)

I mentioned this to a friend actually

Idk just thoughts, I dont see this take enough

"Moon is not evil" tag my beloved ❤

Uh. Sorry for the rant.

Cause he isn't!

At least not intentionally and unless he's given reason to.

Like following evil rabbit man programming/orders.

Or lashing out against people attempting to claim authority over and try to control him out of self-defense after finally being free of Afton's influence. Like Lofi/Twins' Moon. (Mostly due to the nature of what he was designed for, and you all know what that lead to :3c) Cause he didn't hurt Protag at all when they first met, just chased them around, toying with them and trying to scare them away, but still PREPARED to cause harm if needed.

Protag only ended up hurt because of PUNCHING him, not because he did anything.

But that's our fic and getting off-topic sldkfjsldkfj

In the book scene, Moon can so easily climb into the structure like he does in game to get to the two dudes working on the generator and hurt them if he really wanted. Especially since it takes them quite a while to fix the damn thing and get the lights back on.

But he doesn't.

He just acts creepy while circling around them all: "Hee-hoo, I'm gonna punish you~" and does NOTHING.

And while the main dude is loredumping about the Daycare Attendant to his assistant, there's no mention of physical harm to children ever happening. Just that he scared, was mean to, and punished them for misbehaving a bit more strictly than Sun.

And seeing as throwing animatronics into a pit of garbage with walking animatronic zombies or completely quarantining/locking them down is how they usually handle broken and human-aggressive animatronics they can't manage...

We can safely assume he isn't one of those.

At least... He wasn't human-aggressive until the events of Security Breach since there's evidence the Daycare's been abandoned since March. (It's July in-game.)

But since ALL the animatronics are human-aggressive at that point thanks to Vanny and Glitchtrap, it still stands:

Moon's just a silly clown man playing around acting the bad guy part for fun with no real malice or violent intent.

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pepper-steam-milkshake · 5 months

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a big little post

heya!

six months. jesus, that's a while. at least, a while to not have lost focus. and i'm still kicking! sooo~, as a little thanks for sticking around with my silly little story, there's a few things i want to share! :3

1) splinters of madness is not just one story :3c

if you've been paying attention recently, you may have noticed a slight change on ao3 where i added splinters to a series. that's because there's a lot more stories i want to tell that both add and contrast to what's going on in the main story. for example, a little more backstory on fyodor and nikolai's friendship (or complication, depending on how you want to look at it), a darkest timeline two-shot, and nikolai's play rehearsals! perhaps, we can get to know chuuya's brother a little better before he passes from his point of view!

these are definitely not all of the additional content im planning, but it's some that you can look forward to!

2) things that were supposed to happen... and then, uh, didn't

i tend to complain quite a bit about things going awry when im writing splinters (well, not complain, but ykw i mean), and there's a few things that just, was planned and then the characters went "lmao, fuck you". so! here's a few of them!

chapter 5

nikolai hairflip

mori appearance -> appeared in the following chapter instead

"That's the chibi I know!" -> yeah no. nope im okay with this not making it in

atsushi getting his book back. rip

chapter 6

dazai was in fact supposed to go to the corn maze with fyolai and sigma, but for a variety of reasons, it just didn't happen. unseen and unsaid, sigma also didn't go to the corn maze! you can imagine that nikolai was a lot nicer about it to them than he was to dazai, lmao

sigzai kiss :( womp womp

soukoku making out in the boiler room

the ada at the football game

general

chuuya going to see halloween with dazai

3) and... a preview of chapter 7 :3 formatting's a little fucked, but it's also on ao3!

Veronica. Finally. I got a note of Kurt Kelly’s. I need you to forge a hot and horny but realistically low-key note in Kurt’s handwriting and we’ll slip it into Martha Dumptruck’s lunch tray.

Shit, Heather, I don’t have anything against Martha Dunnstock.

You don’t have anything for her either. Come on, it’ll be very.

- Heather Chandler and Veronica Sawyer

Dazai drags Chuuya into a hug, getting a surprised yelp out of him. “After all, we’re friends, and friends listen to each other.”

Chuuya’s stiff for a few seconds before he melts into the hug, and his arms wrap around Dazai, too.

“Right… friends.”

His fingers stray into Dazai’s hair, his fingers tangling around the locks, and Dazai gives a surprised gasp as Chuuya yanks at it. “But… what if I want to be more than friends?” he whispers into his ear, his breath hot against it.

“Wh-what?”

Dazai shudders and tilts his head up as a wet tongue slides up his neck, finishing its trail with a kiss. “You heard me, Dazai Osamu. What if I want to… date you?”

He can’t help but laugh nervously at that. “D-date me? Chuuya needs higher expectations—”

Chuuya pulls him out of the hug into a dip, Dazai’s hands frantically moving to clutch on for security. Chuuya smirks down at him. “What if I want to make you mine?”

“Chuuya, I—”

“What if I want… to kiss you?”

Dazai gasps, his face red and heated. “Ch-Chuuya…”

Chuuya grins as he lowers closer and closer to Dazai’s lips, his lashes fluttering as his eyes become half-lidded. Dazai feels himself closing his own eyes, his lips pursing for the kiss…

And when his eyes open again, it’s to the ceiling of his room, his sleep mask having slipped off at some point in the night.

“Jesus fucking christ.”

With a grumble, Dazai flips to his side, kicking off the remnants of his blankets—most of them had gotten kicked around anyways during his sleep—and lays there, gazing at his desk, where two books sit. One, of course, is the one he puts most of his deepest thoughts in, sitting opened with the bookmark in, his pen and monocle lying next to it. The other is Atsushi’s weird white novel, which—

“Ah, shit…” he groans, pushing his face into the mattress.

Atsushi was supposed to pick up his book yesterday. But Dazai wasn’t home, because he decided to have the dinner-from-hell with his not-crush and his not-crush’s father. So, Atsushi wasn’t able to get it despite having asked for it.

Am I the worst friend ever or what?

I should go over to my desk and hit my head as hard as I can into the corner.

Fuck!

Dazai slowly slides out of his bed onto the floor, landing on top of various clothes, including… including Kunikida’s green sweatshirt. He awkwardly manipulates it out from underneath him before holding it up above him, sighing as he gazes at it.

“Katai probably would like you now,” he murmurs, running his fingers over the cuffs in circular motions. The fabric feels soft, smooth from age under the pads of his thumbs, and Dazai knows if he smelled it, it would still have that whiff of Kunikida’s cologne and deodorant on it. And the thing is, maybe he should give it to Kunikida. Or give it directly to Katai.

But he doesn’t want to. He “stole” it from Kunikida, therefore, it’s his. And it’s not like Kunikida has asked for it back. Though, perhaps he doesn’t remember that Dazai has it. But that’s not the point.

Yeah, Kunikida’s not getting this back, and Katai isn’t getting it, either. It’s Dazai’s, whether Kunikida knows it or not.

He glances towards his desk once more, trying to ignore thoughts of… unpleasant thoughts—

Hit your head. Impale. Smash it into the corner. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it.

For fuck’s sake.

I want to write.

Hit your head. Hit it. Hit it against the corner. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it.

I want to write.

Kill yourself.

“I am losing my mind.” With a frustrated hiss, Dazai pushes himself to his feet, and tiredly stumbles towards his desk, his hand gripping the corner tightly so he can’t see it anymore. He shoves himself past it, then flops into the seat, picking up the pen, and starting a new entry.

Dear Diary,

October 12, 1989

I sure love thinking about killing myself. It’s my favorite.

Anyways, had a dream about Chuuya. Wonderful. I dreamed that last night, instead of us just saying goodbye, he kissed me.

He stops writing for a second, sighing as he presses his fingers sadly to his lips.

Well, almost. He almost kissed me. He was so fucking close. We almost kissed. But it’s not romantic, of course. I think about kissing my friends all the time.

Hell, I’ve thought about kissing Kunikida. Thinking about Chuuya like this isn’t any different. This isn’t romantic. I am not in denial.

Dazai smacks his head into his diary, groaning. “Fuuuck.”

Not in denial. Nope. Not in denial. I am so not in denial. Why would I be in denial? Boys kissing boys—it doesn’t have to be romantic! No! And it’s not because I think I’m not gay—I am, but not for them! It’s different! It’s totally different!

…I’m going to lose it.

- Dazai

#original post #fic: splinters of madness #happy six months yall! hope you enjoy this silly little post :3

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vacantgodling · 9 months

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wip sampler pt. i

sometimes summaries are great but other times a good passage that encapsulates the style, the prose, and major themes of the work is a good hook into if you should get invested into a work or not.

so, i’ve created a wip sampler, like an appetizer tray. not all of my wips are listed here; just the ones that i have a good passage i can use for this purpose. i hope as i write my other wips and flesh them out more with prose i can make a part 2 with those.

thanks for reading in advance :3c lemme know your faves!

paramour

Whenever there was an opening, like water, Amon slipped through—fluid and malleable. Hyacinthus however, shaped any opening to his own size. Water in a vase, as was water to a mountain. They pushed and shaped each other, in ways uncomfortable to dwell on.

donut wip

Instead of dreams, I felt a sort of sinking dread continuing to follow my every move like a shadow that I couldn’t escape. When I had happy dreams of being home for the holidays, just my sister and I, there was something sinister behind the taxi driver’s smile as he took us to our hotel from the airport. When I tried to dream of something else, swirls of red and umber clouded my vision. The moment I began to stir awake, small slits appeared in the middle of the haze, like two eyes staring straight down at me—

noi, alone

Noi frowned. In everything they’d read about what happened, very little detail was given about where things were located, or how the bodies had been found. Just that they had been. And even that information the police were reluctant to give up. Noi was already planning on breaking into the closed off dormitory at some point, hopefully after they found more evidence or a motive behind what was going on with, well, any of the victims of this confusing string of crimes. But Juvia Vaughn deserved answers— and Noi knew they wouldn’t get theirs about the her mother or whatever else could’ve lead to this if they didn’t offer up answers of their own.

A plan was beginning to brew in their mind, one that they unfortunately wouldn’t be able to do on their own. They’d need help, at least two others… ladders… a lock pick...

“Noi?” Juvia asked, quietly. Noi looked back up at the screen, meeting Juvia’s gaze. The gleam in their eyes was determined.

“I don’t know.” They admitted. “But I’ll find out.”

jenna the reaper

Jenna continued to stare straight ahead, but the way she pulled at the hem of her gray skirt didn’t go unnoticed. “Don’t know too much about it myself. Mother says Reapers hate witches.”

“Huh. I don’t see how they’re too different.”

“Whenever I asked Mother before she got very… closed up. I stopped asking.” Well, that settled it then. If Kashmira didn’t tell Jenna, who she usually indulged in anything her curious heart desired, she either truly didn’t know… or Jenna wouldn’t like the answer— which is what Carlos suspected to be the real reason. It had to be, and Jenna didn’t tell him. Or couldn’t. She kept fidgeting in her seat— and usually Jenna was unnervingly still.

Whatever Reapers were… he hoped they never ran into them. But surely, they wouldn’t have an interest in a sleepy town like this… right?

jenna the witch king

“When I become a witch, I want Carlos to be my familiar.”

The definitiveness in her voice, like with everything she said, was unwavering. Jenna looked out towards the window, and Kashmira could’ve almost swore she saw more blonde creep up from the tips of her daughter’s hair even closer to her scalp… but only by a little.

The power of manifestation.

the graves we dug

Each booming step echoed like the click of a bullet in its chamber. Bodies parted around him, drawing back like the tide. The only person unphased was the stranger themself, and when Graves finally loomed over them, all he was met with was searing green eyes, and a smile that could destroy worlds.

“Dove.”

“Graves.” Dove’s voice aloud was music, an achingly familiar cadence in the comforting sea of unfamiliar. Drawing him in. Pulling him back. Back to a time long before now.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”

vampires don’t take road trips

The most I knew of my mother was sequestered to fleeting memories of my elementary school years, when I realized I was the only kid in my class who didn’t have a ‘mommy’ around. I remembered coming home and demanding answers to a myriad of questions: What did she look like? Oh champ, she looks just like you! Same beauty mark and everything. Or, what kind of person she was? She was… fierce. Like a lion! Worst of all, where is she? And that question never got an answer. Sometimes part of me wondered if my mom was dead but… Every year Dave and I went to visit his grandmother’s grave, so I’d expect the same treatment for my mom. Did she just leave? Was she in jail? Did she hate me? If she was alive, why couldn’t I see her? It was something that, over time I came to accept.

It’s not as though I needed a mother anyway.

lukewarm rejection

All eyes were on Toph. The band. Their groupies. The crowd. Everyone was curious to how well this new singer would be able to fill the sudden Maverick shaped wound that left them—him—delirious and bleeding.

Toph stepped up to the mic. Grasped it roughly, like a demanding hand around the throat. Opened his mouth to sing that first, soul crushing note. The one that Maverick trained for months to hit.

And fuck.

Di was almost upset that Toph was better.

the virgin of mt. heredosa

“The Council of Elders has requested an audience with you. You are to be escorted there, immediately.”

“What if I refuse?” Nyoka asked, inching towards the courtyard once more. But, Mother seemed keen to this, for suddenly her hand was digging its claws into their shoulder. Nyoka winced, looking up at the elderly woman who was suddenly standing astride them.

“I said,” Her smile was chilling, like an eclipse. “You are to be escorted there. Immediately.”

gothica

“We’re horrible for each other.” Aurora pointed out and I laughed at him. Threw my head back and had a damn good guffaw. “Of course we are!” I said, utterly breathless. “You’re a psychotic son of a bitch and I just helped you beat that girl senseless. We’re horrible and it’s perfect!”

“That’s not a good thing, Len.” Aurora wasn’t looking at me and I sucked my teeth. I hated it when he did this—when he tried to do that serious voice to try and shut me up and make me listen to him. When he tried to tell me what was good and wasn’t good for me. Like he knew me better than I knew myself, like he had the fucking right to say that to me. I shoved him hard, and he stumbled into the wall. “Don’t you start with that!”

“I’m fucking serious!” Aurora got in my face again, shoving me back against the opposite end of the alley, hard enough so that I tripped. I hit the bricks, scraping my hands and my cheek, enough that I felt part of my tooth chip and I crumpled to a heap on the floor.

“Ow, you fuck!”

“This isn’t some fucking joke!”

red death and the oracle’s favor

“Then you would know…” She murmured so quietly than Hel almost couldn’t hear her. “You would know where Violetta is.” Hearing her words, and the drop of an unfamiliar name, Hel gave Red a small, crooked grin. She felt as though he’d been waiting all this time for that crumb of information but she couldn’t help it. He could be her only chance.

“Perhaps.” He said slowly. “But something like that I won’t tell you for free.”

peri & dandy

Dandy looked at him earnestly. With love. With devotion. Eyes half lidded in naked desire.

“I hope they never fix us.” He said seriously.

marvin & linda

“How many of the stories you’ve told me are true?”

“Hard to say,” Linda finally answered. Their eyes wandered back towards each other.

“How many of them do you want to believe?”

#wip sampler #ren writing #writeblr #writeblr community #writblr #writblr community #am writing

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nerice · 6 months

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Hello hello on this fine day I want to ask what the seed in the seed arc stand for? A literal botanical seed? A seed more in a metaphorical way? A third more sinister thing?

lore ask anon i love u like the sun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! here are terrible answers bc it is for the most part the last option with a little of the former two mixed in !

for context the term usually turns up in the following situations > - seed arc (post lhnh travel arc for sky(+jack)) - seed kids (blood-related children of soulless. put a pin in this) - seed mode (their inevitable end) all of these are meta terms and not used in canon bc [seed] terminology goes back to outdated lore (pre-2015 moon system overhaul) where soulless immortality worked via "influence rules" essentially them being untethered from time meant the exact opposite where they'd fade away unless they anchored themselves into existence by influencing it. & it just so happened that everyone's least favourite oc of mine (hot minute since i last posted so yeah this is abt gray. yes we are skirting rabbit territory here. knife emoji locked and loaded) anwy his chosen method of influence accumulation was via "seeds of immortality" aka. lab-grow some landmine children and yeet them thru time portals so when they cause calamity all up and down reality it quadrubillions ur power.

now forget everything i just said bc this was pre black swan era where gray was a much more one-note machiavellian villain type guy. impossible that he used to be even more boring than he is now <3

anwy that's where the basic wording comes from, and in broad strokes it's still the same concept but the particulars have changed !! without getting into stupid soul birth rules the tldr is. after he accidentally gets stuck with a daughter, hold for [🐇], gray realizes that for the time he is linked to a mortal btwn incubation nd blossoming of a soul, it acts as a fairly reliable pain relief. nowhere near the levels of linnea's cold touch cure, but after losing her he has to make do, bandaid on a bullet wound etc. so he whores around a bunch and gets stuck with children he has no use for (hold for. 🐇) and disposes of them via time portal. the funniest thing is that he has no idea what happens to soulless halfbreeds after this.

what happens to soulless halfbreeds is this: any child of a mortal and a soulless will inevitably die when their moon blood eats thru their soul. for 99.9% of seed kids this happens around the time they come of age (20 yrs) with the one notable exception ofc being sky bc her birth mother was a descendant & having some of reina's spark in her translates to the bastard strength i am insane abt for the rest of my life, slightly more resistance to soulless blood (despite all the. 💉🐇🩹 yknow) so her total time wld have been at least a century, if not centuries, if she had not burned thru most of her soul to keep leah alive to see dream game. :) [i am exited from this line of thought]

INCOHERENT SORRY. wheres the road where's the point. this is a vry freeform answer my apologies OTL

it's not a botanical seed but it is very much a family lineage seed. soulless lineage, to the detriment of all involved. the main, named oc corners it touches are [ofc sky 💚] and also nashua in white crown. half-siblings the two of them, though never meet :3c & then there is ofc, seed arc; the terrible, terrible interlude. the decades after lhnh wherein sky grows into her own as she travels the world, and inevitably runs into children & young adults who carry a hint of night traces. who sometimes look a little too familiar. who are afflicted with an obstinate patch of bruises somewhere on their body, a condition she knows all too well. & who, without fail, die in agony the moment they reach adulthood. bc here is the last terrible detail,

seed kids don't simply die. they turn soulless for a short period of time when the invisible moon floods their body. congrats you have won a moon worth of pain !!!!! unspeakable agony in every nerve and cell !!! not quite soulless enough to bear it, but not quite mortal enough to die a quick death from it. some seed kids bloom into light illusion powers, some even unlock a little temporal distortion, but none of them are in a mental state where they can harness those abilities for anything more than extreme local destruction of everything and everyone around them before they burn out. so before long seed arc becomes about sky putting her unfortunate half-siblings out of their misery before they can hurt their own loved ones. killing children goes over so well for her psyche too <33

& ofc ofc. thanks to all of this. even way past adulthood as she is, sky knows she'll end up like all the others sooner or later. and given her unholy strength stat, she will cause [kyubei voice] unprecedented amounts of suffering. damage beyond belief with nobody short of a true ruler able to kill her. considering her overall resilience so far she might not even burn out naturally but continue to wreak havoc, turn into mindless killing machine. some might even call that modus 殺戮人形 >:)

#MY BEST KEPT SECRET NGL IS. murder doll obsession is a fucking two way street. an entire damn highway #it's fun on the extended gr*y parallels angle (outfit <3 violence <333) nd ofc. [gestures at recent sets] all that #but the mechanics of 殺戮人形 are seed mode sky in all her terrible glory and i have not had a calm moment abt it #ANWY SORRY THIS IS A MESS REPLY i am out of practice but the good news is my wrist was fine typing all of this!!!!!!!!#two more weeks of japan and im so back babeyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!#askbox #anonbox #oc asks #loreposting #< new tag bc these asks are too good to lose. sb remind me to go thru and tag older ones in december when im home

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shininginyourlight · 2 months

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@mjm5655 sent: [VENGEFUL] for haruka from majima. :3c emotion drabble | accepting [VENGEFUL] - a drabble where revenge is in the picture.

Everything had quieted down since the funeral reception had ended. A lot of people had left, while some were still sticking around to help the Morning Glory kids take care of the house and themselves while they were all grieving. They were grateful for that help. That help gave Haruka some time to sit out in the yard by herself.

Every time she heard Haruto cry, her heart clenched. She wanted her baby so badly. But he was okay. She needed time to herself right now.

Haruka's head lifted from where she'd been blankly staring at the dirt when she heard the slow sound of steps approaching. More than just a single set, she noticed. The neighborhood was quiet. Not many people really drove up their cars around this area, so she assumed that it was just more of the same. Passersby. Maybe neighbors coming home.

Yet as she finally got a look at the three figures approaching the orphanage, Haruka couldn't help how her expression would harden. She knew Uncle Kaz had trusted all three of them, but in truth? She couldn't really bring herself to trust anyone but Daigo.

"Ah, Haruka-chan..." Daigo spoke up first, his voice low and soft spoken like usual. The three of them stepped closer to the yard, entering in and stopping not far past that.

"We wanted to offer our sincerest condolences. Kiryu-san was a great man." His face held the most emotion to it. Like a man that was actually upset, saddened by the death. All the while, Saejima and Majima's expressions were similar, but different. Saejima's was as stoic as ever. Haruka wasn't sure she'd ever seen a different expression on his face. Majima's, on the other hand, looked irritated. A little sad, but mostly irritated. It had started to annoy Haruka.

"You don't need to be here. You three don't have any obligation toward us."

"...We don't, but we thought it was only right to at least offer our help in any way we can offer it."

"We don't need any help."

Majima finally looked Haruka in the face, scowling a bit at the attitude they'd been shown. Holding back a bite of his own, because of how abundantly clear that she was grieving, apparently. This was just part of it, the anger.

"My apologies." Daigo was the one keeping things together in anyway he could. He could at least somewhat empathize. He was the same age as she was when he'd lost his biological father, though he couldn't say he was necessarily as upset as Haruka likely was about Kiryu. "We didn't mean to intrude."

"I understand you, Daigo-san. What I don't understand is the two of you. But especially you, Majima-san." Her gaze locked with his.

"Gotta problem, kiddo?" He asked, voice tight. "Y'ain't stupid. Y'know why we're here. Ki--"

"Did you know I had nightmares about you?"

"...Hah?"

"About your dagger in my face. About you smacking a bat into Uncle Kaz's skull. I don't get... how you two were friends, really."

Majima's expression softened just a touch. Right. She'd just been a little brat when all this shit started up for her. It was hard to remember that sometimes, since she'd been a constant ever since then.

"And I know... I know what happened with Park-san."

Majima's brow immediately furrowed, his scowl deepening. He hadn't heard her name since she was killed a few years ago. In that moment, defensiveness came out of his mouth first.

"Y'don't know shit. That shit ain't yer business, anyway."

"Maybe it isn't. But I think that's a good enough reason not to want you here, Majima-san."

Narrowing his gaze at her, Majima found himself without a real rebuttal. What could he say? Couldn't really blame her for being upset, especially not now. With Saejima and Daigo's watchful eyes on him now, Majima would just quietly nod his head toward her.

"Fine," He grumbled. "Don't gotta fuckin' tell me twice..."

#none will raise to you a hand nor thumb { asks }#mjm5655 #remember today hey we did our best { haruka interactions }#this is about as close we're gonna get #I just can't see Haruka really lashing out That much :')

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jacobsneed · 10 months

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Thank you to everyone still tagging me in stuff during my hiatus! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

I've still been doing not so top-notch; body being wack and feeling absolutely braindead most days lmao, though I've taken a hard break from art, and got a few WIPs from before i stopped :3c But despite how I should be resting as much as I can, I've seemed to come down with the writing bug after years, lmao :P So what's a guy to do?

More doodles of Tatjana, Lupe, Ljubica, and the barbie meme with Seoyeon and Jared because they are my favourite goofballs

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a bigger snippet of a short gtaiv piece I wrote

"It's been difficult, you know?" Niko murmured, approaching Ilyena, each breath exhaling a ghostly mist into the biting October air. "Yes. Very difficult," Ilyena replied through a heavy sigh. Feeling the weight of unspoken guilt bearing down on him, Niko averted his gaze, desperately searching for solace before offering his condolences. "I was sorry to hear about your husband," he said. A futile attempt at offering comfort through an embrace dissipated before it began; his head hung low, weighed down by unspoken thoughts. A strangled laugh escaped Ilyena's lips, slicing through the chilled air like a dagger, "Were you?" Her voice quivering with bitter disdain, looking down and exhaling deeply before continuing, "Maybe… Unlike that treacherous rat, Dimitri." Anguish spilled through her, each syllable poisoned with sorrow, turning away from Niko, her hand shielding her face from view. "He and I are not friends." Niko retorted with icy detachment. Ilyena pivoted back towards Niko, her glassy eyes reflecting the streetlamp's mournful glow before her gaze found his again– eyes glistening with unshed tears. "My husband was not perfect." she confessed through an exhausted shrug. "Far from it, he was awful. A murdering, drug addicted bully." Her voice wavered, cracking under the weight of her emotions. "In many ways, the world is better off without him––but now I am alone." She shuddered before him, defeated and vulnerable, posture hanging down in defeat. Awkwardness wrapped itself tightly around Niko's throat like a noose, standing detached––an observer in this storm of misery––struggling to discern any healing words amidst his murky sea of guilt. Wetting his cracking lips, he mustered only the simplest consolation: "I'm sorry about that." Rubbing his clutched hands for warmth against lips chapped by apathy, the chilly air gnawing at his guilt. Niko's attention returned to Ilyena, as she continued to bear her grievances - an unfathomable abyss of loss. "And my daughter grows up without a father…" she laments, "she's learning a bitter lesson very early." Niko's brow furrowed in helpless anguish; like banshees, the echoes of Ilyena's grievances stirred Niko's tormented conscience; like a merciless tidal wave, salt-stung lacerating thoughts of his own daughter–– Ljubica––surfaced. The realization materializes: how little he had been present in her life—how even now he was squandering opportunities. He was consumed by the stark realization that he'd dedicated more time to spilling blood in America than nurturing the love within his family. "Yes, it's bad," Niko conceded quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat that threatened to suffocate him, eyes locked forward, unwavering upon the cold horizon; anchored to some distant spectre. Mind swimming with his past and present failures. "And now the money is gone, the house got repossessed, and we are living in a one-room apartment." Ilyena vented with nervous haste, her voice tinged with rising frustration. Clutching her chest as if to anchor herself, "The land of opportunity!?" She scoffs, a burst of exasperation, her arms splayed wide like the wings of a disillusioned bird taking flight. "I'd rather be back in Russia! At least there, people don't pretend life has any pleasure." She snarls, defeated. A suffocating, oppressive silence ensnared them, akin to a funereal shroud of fog, marooned on the desolate boardwalk's stillness. Time seemed to crawl at a glacial pace until Niko finally shattered the torturous void in which they were entombed.

#david's ramblings #wip #oc: tatjana #oc: lupe #oc: ljubica #wip: a bitter lesson #david's art #david writes #still super self-conscious of my writing but my golly the sheer HIGH of feeling proud of yourself :')))))#Okie!! X3 back to being braindead for a few days! <3

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I've had a realization that two things amaze me about Garou's character in manga. 1) how he gradually transformed from a char one wouldn't give a f about (if we forget about wc, only manga - to me, his char was really unappealing in the beginning, like sir u just spend ur time beating up heroes?? okok) into someone that many! readers really care about. How to explain it.. He was almost a nobody, a mere hooligan who didn't evoke any sympathy (at least in me))), but with every chap he became more versatile and boom! in ch81 I read comments like "I like him", "i don't want heroes to hurt him", "want him to survive" etc. And further.. I got a feeling that he's the main char of his story that we witness (he is). Such a twist to me - from nobody to protagonist (kinda).

And boy.. if only you knew who many people (in our universe so to say) care about you, support, admire you (idk if it makes sense lol) (but we know he wouldn't believe it anyway)

And 2) how much pain is actually stored inside him! I know that some people view him as dumb but man he's only 18, he seems to grow up without any emotional support, he had to figure out stuff on his own, no guidance, no idea how to deal with all the turmoil within, how to fit in, his mind is messed up by all this loneliness and.. He's literally a child who doesn't understand why he's in pain. He's come so far, gained so much strength and cockiness ahah but inside him there's only pain and confusion.

I continue to see a bunch of people who only want the manga to follow the wc, to see the evil and terror performed by this char,fight fight fight! but ohh he's much more than what people want to see in him

Sorry for my rant😳 I just needed to put together all these thoughts of mine and share them with someone, or - 🤯

Oho~ :'3c Well thank you for sharing your story! (If you're interested in mine, in how my perceptions of him changed over time, plus some bonus fav moments, then there you go~) Looks like your emotional turning point for him was around the the shed scene too (as it was for many manga readers including yours truly who began watching him with more invested interest), with the A/B hero gauntlet and his greatest test of character at that point - risking his life to both survive and admirably protect Tareo against such impossible odds, where his brand of 'justice' miraculously pulls through...(on towards ever more impressive, escalating heights~)

Looking back, he did say in his introduction how he was here to 'change the story' (and wow how meta that sentiment became!!) 8'D

And oooh how much he's needed that proper guidance, yes. (Bang unfortunately couldn't provide him with what he needed most then.) And an emotional support network he's always lacked (aaa how he's been lone and self-sufficient for so long...and yet, deep down he's still wanted to feel valued/loved/understood/SEEN by others in some way, when he'd always felt rejected or denied of that, cause even when he was a 'good' boy at his best and most authentic, his methods never worked without others still punishing him for it...) To help him process, heal, and constructively navigate all his turbulent emotional pain and internalized trauma/anger/confusion... Instead of focusing all his efforts (and channeling/compensating all his feelings) into gaining strength and the 'monster' persona as quite the elaborate defense mechanisms. :') (Which can also be read as a rebellious message/cry for help & proper attention he just hasn't comprehended yet...)

Til the poor guy's endured almost a lifetime of extreme pain/suffering within a single week of pushing himself to the brink. Hooboy;;; so many of his fans just want him to properly rest. ;o; (And at his young age, he still has much time to learn and figure things out.) That he deserves so much better than to be continually subjected/locked into such a cruel cycle of injustice (esp the ones beyond his control or even his own doing)....that seeing him somehow 'break free' or rise above that, upon his own honest (and true) self-realization and power one day, will feel so liberating and satisfying. :') I truly hope and wish for him the best on his struggling emotional journey to finally discover and accept himself. <3

#opm #garou #oceanfromriver #replies #nice focusing on the good things actually helps #(to ease my stomach from the latest redraw)#and once again i can't help but see those parallels he has with mob's journey

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omoghouls · 2 years

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How about Ed visiting Stede’s old home and getting locked in a room together with Stede, which is fine except that Ed was just about to excuse himself to go pee before they got stuck. And there’s nothing to use in here except one of Stede’s kids’ old potties.

And then waiting so long because it’s too embarrassing and he was hoping they’d get free by now that he doesn’t have time to undo his pants first. :3c

OhohohoHOHO òwó

They visit on and off, of course in secret because you know, Stede's "died" twice already and Mary is very sure of people knew her ex was dating FUCKING blackbeard there would be more than just town gossip xD

Stede is like "Drat, now I use to have a key always on my persons for this door, tends to get stuck," he'd say as he's jiggling at the knob.

Ed leans against one of the trucks in, what he can only imagine was a storage room, "Really now? Couldn't of thought that," he says, looking around, the single room they stood in was larger than the home he had grown up in.

"Oh don't pout, dear," Stede chuckles as he walks up to Ed, "Mary n' Doug said they'd be back before noon hour," Stede then picks up one of the frames that laied behind Ed, "Suppose we can have a bit of an exploration, huh?" He smiles warmly.

Ed just nods, as he turns to look at what looks like some elegantly painted horse. He can hear Stede telling him about the horse and probably its legacy.

But, Ed's mind is wandering. He had to piss before they wandered in here, before the wind locked them in. Sure, he could just pipe up and tell Stede but, what good would that do if they can't actually get out? Could always piss out the window,,,if it wasn't feet above his head.

Ed looks around on the ground, he gently kicks at the ceramic item. And Stede notices.

"Ah, that's just the children's training, nothing too exciting, unless you enjoy intricate hand painted patterns," he says.

Ed wants to roll his eyes with a breathed laugh, "You rich folks and the importance of 'intricate patterns' even on your piss pots, fucking lunatics."

The very mention of piss has Ed shifting his weight, just silently praying they get out soon.

It's nearly 30 minutes later and they've gone through at least 3 different trunks. Stede reminiscing while Ed stood by the door, occasionally jiggling the handle as if glaring at it would make it bend to his will and open.

God, he's desperate now. All that tea threatening to come back out, something Ed really doesn't want to happen, not here, not with Stede so close by.

"What time you say they'd be back?"

Stede lifts his head up from one of the novels.

"Bit past noon, Mary said she might run a bit late if her and Doug's class goes a bit off plan, why?" Stede ask as he sits the book down, "something the matter, Ed?"

Ed knaws on his cheek as he shakes his head, "Nah just, going through memory lane ain't really my, thing, I guess, yeah," he says, his voice a bit unconvincing but, Stede just nods, patting at the trunk he's seated on.

"Well perhaps a story will pass the time? I found a copy of the one I've been reading on the ship, could continue where we left off at."

Ed shuffles over, perhaps staying seated, having something to distract him could help him hold it until they're out. He leaps a small bit to get seated and shudders at the aching pangs coming from his bladder, he pressed his thighs together as Stede starts to read.

It feels like an eternity, every second being an hour in Ed's mind. He can't even listen to what Stede's saying, his mind is fighting for control over his body, trying so hard to stay still, stay in control.

But, even the toughest pirates have their limits and Ed reached his an hour ago! A small gasp slips past his lips as he feels the first warm spurt, he scrambles to get off the trunk.

Stede of course is confused, concerned as he sees the flushed face of Ed. And in the blink of and eye he's watching Ed footing at the small pot, body trembling as he just, comes undone.

Ed buries his face in his hands as he's kneeling over the traning pot, urine hissing, what isnt absorbed by his slacks is trickling into the pot beneath him. He's blubbering, apologizing and telling Stede to not watch, oh god, oh fuck.

Finally after what is near over a minute, the stream ends, the final dropplets of urine puddling. Ed is exhausted, his body slumping. But, he doesn't dare move.

"Edward?"

Ed just buries his face further into his palms, maybe if he buries deep enough he can escape. But, instead he feels the cool hands of Stede tiliting his head up to face his.

"Oh dear, why didn't you go earlier? I wouldn't have minded, not one bit."

Ed just shrugs, he doesn't want to admit he was too embarrassed, too apprehensive and perhaps a bit too prideful to go. He mumbles out yet another apology.

Stede kisses Ed's forehead, "You need not apologize, accidents happen. Besides, you did technically make it," he says as his eyes look to the slightly filled pot.

He stands, "Now then, Mary probably put some of my clothings in here, we'll find you something dry and cozy, yeah?"

Ed scrubs at his face, just nodding at the idea. Slowly he stands, shivering at just how cold the clinging fabric feels against his skin.

As they are searching for clothing, the door clicks open. Ed hides behind Stede, letting Stede speak to Mary. Waiting until her foot steps sounded distant enough before the two stepped out, first point of interest being the washing room for a much needed bath♡

#m #omorashi #omocute #fandomo #stede bonnet #edward teach

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“ i don’t know how long i’ll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i’ll only stop with my final breath. ” / @adversityfought mayhapppppps dark / rogue verse :3c

Jill was well aware of the lengths Chris would go to protect her. She had witnessed it countless times before, and the thought of him suffering due to her errors again did nothing to lessen the pain in her heart. How often had he abandoned his own plans in order to assist her? Too frequently, and she knew deep down he had his own personal agenda. She could sometimes see through it, and other times she was aware that he needed knowledge that she alone could provide. The woman didn’t mind, he required the data, but for brief seconds she caught a glimpse of the Chris she used to know.

“Chris..I know you would, and that very thought scares me. How often have you put yourself in harm's way for someone else? For me. " The last part came out as a whisper, Jill rubbing her forehead, trying to calm down. It was getting hard to breathe briefly, but, she was a natural at pushing those emotions aside. After all, it was something that had been drilled into her head since she was a child. Her own emotions were irrelevant. All that was left was to finish the mission. She quickly turned and took out her lock pick. It was amusing how she had never considered using this skill. At the very least, her father left something useful behind, even if he didn't appreciate Jill not following in his footsteps as a skilled thief. She paused, hearing the lock click, before opening the door. At the very least, it made getting around easier.

"Let's get the information we need and get out of here." I’m not sure how long they’ll be gone for.”

It was Jill's natural habit of trying to change the subject. She didn't want to remember how frequently Chris returned covered in blood. The tired look in his eyes, as well as his recklessness. Her hand gripped the doorknob, scanning the room. It appeared clear, but who knew what lay ahead for them on missions like this? Jill knew that if BSAA found out she was this close to Chris, they would do anything to silence both of them. Which would be problematic given that she was only trying to stay close to the organization in order to spy on them. They'd seen BSAA work with far too many suspicious organizations over the years. Let alone treating people as if they were disposable.

She held her gun out as she walked down the aisle of desks. Eyes scanning the office environment, It was hard to tell when anything might pop out at them. However, they were both pros at this, which could be considered both a good and bad thing. At this point, she thought of it more as a burden. The amount of fighting they've been through, the things they’ve seen.

“It looks clear, but I’ll do a sweep while you extract the data.

Jill turned before Chris could argue with her. It was hard to think straight around him, and being alone like this didn’t help. A part of her should be grateful he even lets her be this close. The other had done nothing but push so many people away. After all, the path he picked wasn’t one that a lot of people would agree with, but most misunderstood. It wasn’t like Jill agreed with everything Chris did. He was known to be audacious and the type to try and take everything on his own. Could she really blame him for that, though? They had been betrayed many times, so knowing that shouldn’t she empathize.

Did he even fully trust her? They had been partners once and even after everything she still considered him that. Jill trusted Chris, even if the rational part of her mind was telling her to be careful. But she couldn’t stay away from him, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it wasn’t right to work alongside him like they had before. She just needed to make sure he was safe. That nothing had snatched him away, or worse.

Her thoughts were disrupted when she rounded the corner to see a hord of zombies hanging out down the hallway. It didn’t seem too bad, so she could handle these without any issues. There was a tiny part that felt something was amiss, but Jill ignored it. Rising her gun she aimed and fired, hitting each zombie in the head. It only took a few moments before the space was now clear, at least she thought it was until the nearby wall broke. Promptly, the woman turned to fire at the massive monster, but a huge arm knocked her back. Jill head hit a sharp rock, as blood oozed down her face.

“Ugh..Fuck.” she hissed, reaching for her gun, but her vision started to blur. Everything felt further away, but unlucky for Jill the creature yanked her up by the leg. Sharp teeth shining in the moonlight. A part of her felt like this might be the end of her journey, but another was only thinking about Chris. If she died here, no one would care to check on him. To watch his back in the darkness.

Jill’s hand swung down, grabbing the second pistol she had hidden underneath her jacket. The pendant around her neck shining in the light. The same one Chris had given to her years ago. It was a small present he’d gotten her for a birthday.

“Suck on this!” She shouted before firing an entire clip in the monster's eye. It screamed out before dropping her. Jill groaned, before pushing her body to stand back up. From the looks of it, the creature seemed to be a new bioweapon of sorts. She didn’t have enough proof, but it felt like it was purposely left here for them. The woman winced, as she look down to see a shard of glass sticking out of her leg. It must’ve stabbed her when the monster dropped her.

Closing her eyes, the agent yanked it out quickly. Taking a second to grab some bandages and wrap around it. The pain was still there, but she would worry about treating it later. Blue eyes slowly looked up at the creature. Its speed picked up as it charged towards her. Jill held no emotion in her eyes before firing more shots towards its eye. That was always a weak spot for most bioweapons

Her mind should be focused on this fight, but for some reason it drifted back to Chris. How often she pushed feelings to the side and now was regretting not saying how she had felt earlier. Too often, people were taken from her life. A fact that did nothing to calm the rage inside her, but again Jill was never the type to lose control. She remained calm during intense moments. Hopefully Chris had managed to grab the data they need, if not, than all of this would’ve been for nothing.

“COME ON YOU MONSTER!! YOU WANT ME, COME FUCKING GET ME!!” shouted Jill, her voice echoing down the nearby halls. Maybe Chris heard her, but she was pretty sure the gun firing had long given it away that she had run into trouble.

#Please don't go where I can't follow(Valenfield/adversityfought Dark Au)#By any means necessary I will end this war(Dark Au Chris Redfield/adversityfought)#No matter what I'll always love you(Dark Au Jill Valetine)#ooc: I know we talked about this once but like the idea of them running into a BOW sent by BSAA after Chris and Jill ends up getting hurt #Jill knows he cares despite his own plans but she's being stubborn because she cares so damn much

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scorchamp · 1 year

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Can we hear you talk about Victors relationship with his family ? :3c / @pinkurival.

yeah !! so like....i have some Thoughts about victor’s relationship with his parents especially. he’s a Small Town Kid, where they all know everyone and no one really locks their doors at night. since pokemon is always so Frustratingly Vague about the protag’s families, i’m going to assume that victor’s father died not terribly long ago. i would put his death around a maximum of five years prior to victor’s gym challenge, although i would say it was closer to two to three years prior. his father actually worked for one of macro cosmos’ subsidiaries, macro cosmos rail, but was killed during an unfortunate work-related accident.

since his father was often gone for work, victor didn’t see much of him, honestly. but from the sparse memories he has, his father would be home at the very least for dinner as many nights a week as he could, and would usually read victor a bedtime story when he was younger. however, when he died, victor wasn’t quite so sad as his mother was.

over the years, victor felt the grief of his father’s death secondhandedly via his mother. she would set an extra place at dinner every night, his clothes stayed in their closet, untouched. it was years before she could stand to part with any of his belongings, including the bag victor starts out with on his journey. although he never really grieved his father, he did grieve for his mother, who had lost her husband.

since his passing, victor and his mother don’t really speak about his father or their life before. it’s an unwritten rule that most people know not to mention the man around victor’s mother. surprisingly, though he saw his father less, there was a stronger bond between victor and his father, not that he ever loved his mother any less. but in the years since his father passed, victor and his mother have a distance between them, the kind that grief puts there, the kind that can’t really ever be undone.

on the flipside, with his sister gloria ( @227heart ), they’d always been close as children and that closeness remained as they took on the gym challenge. post-game as champion, victor is often far from home and not able to visit as much as he’d like, but he calls his mother at least once a week and messages gloria nearly every day, if not then every other day. overall his family relations are pretty normal, save for the elephant in the room.

#▌║ ♢ 〈 ❛ headcanons. ❜ 〉#▌║ ♢ 〈 ❛ answered ask. ❜ 〉#pinkurival #wow i rlly went off the rails w this one ksaojdihfgbj

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