#|| people say his eyes are massive but rlly

[hcadlesshuntcr]

Eirnin doesn't ever show his neck, always taking the mind to wear armor that will cover the decapitation scar. That or short scarf or bandana. He's not exactly shy about it, he'll uncover it if he has to, but he'll only explain it to those he trusts, provided he hasn't taken off his head yet.

On that note, he doesn't take his head off too often. With all the fighting he does, and with both hands, he doesn't find space to hold his head.

The source of Eirnin's reoccurring eternal life lies at the green fire that burns where there should be a gaping axe wound. It extinguishes with every death, yet relights at every rebirth. It will keep him around forever, but it will not keep him young. One day, far from now, he will be only bone. In this day, at the ripe age of thirty, his skin is stretchy. He can form a grin to reach the sides of the head. Townsfolk know his "massive" eyes to "dart about like flies." He smells quite literally like death. He has to use herbs, perfumes, and oils to cover it.

Of course, a bath will cover him for a day or two, but good luck with that if he doesn't like you. His favorite scent to cover up with is cederwood.

[chelseeebe]

‘til the world caves in: something in the orange

mdni 18+. smut. exfamous!steve x female reader. zombie apocalypse au! mentions of guns and violence throughout. no use of y/n!

a/n: this is my new iteration of the apocalypse au! i dabbled with it before but actually rlly like this one, matter of fact, most of the chapters are written already lmfao:) the famous part rlly is just there for this oneee specific scene i had in mind for a later part but it’s something different i guess

nobody cares who you are in the apocalypse. well, maybe except for you.

life before the outbreak had been weird enough for steve, his band had just started their rise to fame when all this shit went down.

it wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be at 19 but money and fame weren’t anything he was gonna say no to.

and then news broke that people had started eating each other’s faces and now he was no longer this up and coming star, rather just some guy trying to stay alive with some girl he’d met fleeing new york.

six years was more than enough time for them to become best friends, travelling through various camps and groups of people before they ended up somewhere in the middle of indiana.

steve’s never been here before and he wishes he wasn’t here now.

there’s nothing for miles and now robin’s leg is fucked, he thinks it might be the end.

the buttfuck town of hawkins indiana would be their demise.

they’d collapsed on the fence of some building, too dehydrated and tired to care. accepting a certain death as robin cries softly next to him, their fingers entwined as death awaits.

they were pretty delirious when they were picked up by some group. a tall man with a thick moustache and a lady with a sweet voice, helping them across town to their compound.

he’s not entirely sure what had happened when they’d arrived, he’d been bustled into a room and remembers collapsing on the bed with a pounding in his head before blacking out.

-

turns out he was out for days, waking up in the dark confines of a tiny box room with nothing else around him. admittedly, the lack of robin in his immediate vicinity scared the shit out of him.

all he can remember is that her leg was infected and her head was starting to hurt which was never a good sign.

a small, curly haired lady bursts into the room, startled to see him standing, “oh! you’re awake! great,” she smiles.

“where am i?” he asks, like a petrified child.

“you’re in hawkins,” she nods, “you were in a pretty bad state when we found you.”

nothing had ever felt so befuddling, jolting him back into survival mode as he realises his bag was nowhere to be found.

“where’s robin? we need to.. we have to go,” steve rushes, fearing the worst.

“she’s good, i think she was in the cafeteria.. we can go and get some food if you’d like?” the kind lady offers, pity in her eyes.

he nods, sceptical as he follows her out of the room and through the massive doors. there’s laughter from the other side, amazed at the sight of the light bulbs glowing white. electricity. nothing like the candles and flashlights they’d been using for years.

robin jumps up from the table the second he walks through, hobbling over with a few grunts and groans.

“you’re awake! oh my god steve, i’ve been so worried,” she frets, throwing her arms around his neck, trying to ignore the stares from the strangers in the room.

“you’re okay? i thought..” he exhales, not wanting to finish his sentence. “i don’t know.. fuck,” now robin was here and alive and in his arms, the overwhelming feeling of ten people gawping at him sinks in.

there’s nothing familiar about this place, it’s nothing like the places they’d stayed in, it feels like before.

“come get some food,” robin ushers, placing her hand on his back and very slowly walking to the table, “it’s nice here,” she leans in to whisper, “everyone’s super nice, they even have electricity!” she marvels, helping him to the empty seat.

she pushes her plate towards him, beans and some sort of meat. he hadn’t had a substantial meal in what felt like months, living off of foraged cans and jerky.

the crowd seems to back off at this point, leaving him and robin to eat. to try and digest this place despite feeling like he was in some crazy dream.

“we found some stragglers, out at the old school,” he hears a voice from behind, talking about himself and robin, “they were in pretty bad shape.”

steve doesn’t look around, continuing to eat his portion of robin’s dinner instead.

turns out he didn’t have to, as you arrive at his table, shotgun still strapped to your back and a thick layer of dirt all over your face.

“you the new guys?” you ask, looking between him and robin.

“yeah,” answering for the both of them, “robin,” extending her hand to meet yours.

you shake it, with a small, wary smile before turning your attention to steve, eyes narrowed as if you’re trying to place him.

“i remember you,” smiling with the side of your mouth, sizing him up. “steve harrington,” saying his name with such conviction, “newest member of in motion, weren’t you?”

he’s surprised that anyone would even care to remember him or the shitty boy band he was coerced into, “i mean, i was.. doesn’t really matter now though, right?”

you hum and he’s not sure whether it’s positive or not, “i used to be a fan,” steve couldn’t fathom someone like you ever being a fan of the shitty corporate pop he used to make. “maybe you can perform for us some day.”

it’s the first time in years that anyone has recognised him from before. unsure of how it makes him feel.

-

steve had presumed that he and robin were doing pretty well, they were alive weren’t they?

he’d found out that actually, neither of the two knew a single thing about proper, adequate survival skills and had gotten by with some grace of god.

he could shoot a gun, at least he thought he could. they typically just aimed and shot and hoped for the best rather than all of this.

you kick his feet further apart, barking shoulder width into his ear for the umpteenth time. it’s pretty hard to focus when you’re standing right behind him with your soft lips brushing against his ear every few seconds.

robin takes to it like a duck on water, keeping her arms straight and the gun in line with her eye. how the fuck does she know all of this shit?

steve fires and subsequently misses the makeshift target, cursing under his breath with a nasty side eye to robin who hits it straight in the drawn on face.

“steve,” you warn, walking over to him with a slight frown, “keep it steady, that kick back is no joke.”

he pulls a face, realigning the gun to his eye and tries again.

missing the target entirely this time.

“okay,” you sigh, the feel of your arms wrapping around his startle him for a second before the rest of your body presses against his back.

oh god.

it’d look pretty weird if he popped a boner while on shooting practice, he thinks.

it’s not as if human contact is a thing he encounters regularly, how was his body supposed to know the difference?

your chin rests on his shoulder, peering over at the target, hands coming to sit atop of his sweaty ones as you aim for him.

“that good?” you ask, breath tickling his ear.

it felt good, felt very good actually. your chest flat against his back, his breathing falling into to time with yours.

“ye- yup,” he flutters, almost choking on the words.

steve get it together.

“so go,” you order.

his finger presses the trigger, the bullet flies through the target, straight between the eyes.

“there you go!” you celebrate, the warmth of your body on his disappearing as you come to join him at his side.

he and robin share a look, robin’s smirk was unmistakable, steve knew what she was thinking, somehow he always did.

“go again, just you this time,” nodding with encouragement.

his thoughts are jumbled, preoccupied with the want for you to touch him again. just this time, maybe somewhere more private.

but he does it. the painted on silhouette is hit straight through the forehead, garnering a whoop from robin.

“you’re getting the hang of it,” you smile, fingers brushing over his as you take the gun from his hand. it makes him shiver, electricity pulsing between you. “don’t worry, we can come back out here another day,” sharing a look that lingers just a little too long.

you collect robin’s gun and announce something about lunch but steve can’t focus, still attempting to collect himself from a puddle on the floor.

“man, if you don’t get in there, i’m going to,” robin quips, slapping him quite harshly on the back.

“fuck off,” he hits back, trying to shake the loud, intrusive voice in the background of his mind.

there wasn’t much time for love and relationships while he had to fight the undead. a small part of him wonders if maybe now it’s possible, in here, with you.

okay, he’s definitely getting ahead of himself.

-

you don’t help steve’s delusions when you join him and robin at their table for breakfast, making sure to slide into the seat directly opposite just so he can try not to choke on his food.

“you guys settling in okay?” you ask, not really looking at robin at all, eyes glued to his.

“y-yeah, it’s nice here,” he sputters, trying to focus on the bowl of porridge in front of him.

“good,” you smile, sickeningly sweet.

robin’s foot swiftly connects with his leg, coughing on his mouthful as he returns the favour. he knows what she’s getting at, he’d divulged his fantasies to her a couple nights ago.

they’d been allocated separate rooms but hadn’t dared to separate yet, holing up in steve’s bed as they got used to this place.

you look up again, as if you want to ask something, “i think uh.. a few of the kids found out you were in a band and they wanted to know if you’d sing for them at some point?”

steve narrows his eyes, not forgetting that you’d already revealed yourself as a fan, “they asked?” quirking his brow.

your lips pucker, jabbing at your food in an attempt to hide, “well..” looking up at him through spindly lashes, “maybe not just them.”

he feels this intangible sensation in his chest, a burning that aches his insides.

“okay,” he smiles, managing to keep it down, “i’ll sing for y- them,” hoping no one pulls him on his freudian slip, cheeks burning scarlet.

your eyes light up, the whole world encapsulated within your iris’, a sight he already dreamed of.

he feels like a teenager again, wondering if the pretty girl on the other side of the table liked him back.

-

“ready?” you nod, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

steve’s been anxiously awaiting his first shift on watch, scared about the prospect of accidentally fucking up and someone dying or something like that.

so for his first shift, he’d been graciously paired with you on the back wall. he’s been told there’s never much action there, usually a few stray infected but nothing too serious.

it doesn’t help that you’re in some ridiculously skimpy vest with the tightest pants he’s seen. there’s not a chance in hell that he’ll be able to keep his mind focused.

the pair of you stroll over to the wall, climbing the rusty old tower and relieving argyle and will from their positions.

grateful that you were given the evening shift as the hot july sun is setting and the breeze is beginning to kick in.

you immediately slump into the camp chair, slinging your bag from your back and kicking your heavy boots off, clunking against the metal as they land.

“so.. now we just sit here?” steve asks, cocking a brow at your relaxed disposition.

“yup,” nodding along as you squint up at him. “back wall’s never too exciting, i bet we don’t see a soul.”

“yeah.. okay,” he nods too, taking a seat in the adjacent camp chair, praying for a quiet night.

time ticks on for what must be hours, the courtyard had gone quiet and all he can really hear is your gentle breaths and a cricket somewhere in the long grass.

it must be gone 2am by now and you’d not seen a single thing, not even any infected.

steve can feel your eyes on him, not daring to look over until you start speaking.

“bored yet?”

he shakes his head, he wasn’t. this was pretty exhilarating if he was honest. every time you spoke to him, his heart rate seemed to soar.

“no, no this is nice.”

“the quiet?” you question, tilting your head to the side.

“yeah.. i feel like i haven’t really stopped since we got here.”

there’d been copious amounts of training and the like since he had properly recovered. nancy had shown him how to tie and set up traps. dustin had attempted to explain how you guys had power, though he couldn’t really grasp it.

and you, you had shown him how to shoot and fight and how to use a knife correctly rather than just flailing it around and hoping for the best.

“you’re not a bad watch partner, some of them are so annoying,” rolling your eyes in jest, snickering quietly.

steve smiles, genuinely. he hadn’t really experienced anyone other than robin’s company for a long time and while he loved her to death, it was nice to speak to someone else.

“you’re not too bad yourself,” shying away after his pathetic attempt at flirting.

there had been a fair amount of consideration and a perhaps a little bit of delusion but he had dwelled on it and came to the conclusion that he really liked you.

probably more than he should do at this point.

you pout your lips, considering something before starting, “you know.. there’s something else we could do to pass the time..”

he stares, befuddled for a moment until the glint in your eye makes it all click.

“oh,” is all that comes out of his suddenly very dry mouth.

there’s a flash of hurt and maybe embarrassment on your face, “or not.. i mean- i was just.. forget it,” squeezing your eyes shut as your palm hits your forehead.

“no! god no! i didn’t think you’d want to.. y’know, here..” terrified that he had screwed up his one chance.

not only would he have to leave hawkins, he’d probably have to curl up and die somewhere out of sheer embarrassment and regret.

“i wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t want to,” you shrug, uncurling from your blushing state.

steve almost falls from the rickety chair, “of course i do.. is it a good idea?” motioning over the wall somewhere, “with the watch and stuff..” eager to not disappoint the rest of his new group mates.

“we haven’t seen a thing all night.. we’re not being relieved for another few hours.”

“i don’t.. i don’t think i’ll need a few hours,” hell, ten minutes would be fairly optimistic.

a smirk nudges at your lips, standing from your chair to perch in front of him, hands on his shoulders as you take one last quick peek around.

“you’re sure?” you ask, as if he wasn’t gazing up at you like some pathetic puppy dog right now.

“so sure,” nodding enthusiastically. hesitant to touch you until you smile down at him, egging him on.

“get on the floor,” you instruct, still leering over the metal barriers, “just in case.”

he does as he’s told, sitting back against the wall with a lopsided grin as his heart rate increases tenfold.

it’d been years since he’d had sex. he supposes there was that one girl at the third or fourth camp they were in but she was pretty weird and a little obsessive. it only happened once and then he couldn’t bring himself to do it again.

but you’re smiling now, resting on his thighs and he thinks his heart might give out. there’s no certainty that he’ll even be able to last long enough for you to get any enjoyment from it but he’s willing to try.

a moment passes, eyes locked as you lean down, pressing a gentle yet excited kiss to his lips, it’s more human contact than he’s had in years.

you waste no time, fumbling with the button on his pants, sighing as you pop the button, waiting for him to return the honour.

steve lifts both of your bodies, barely kicking his jeans off before you sit back down, his fingers tingling with pure excitement as they unbutton your pants.

they end up somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes, focusing your attention back on his lips, carelessly connecting your lips.

your hips rock back and forth, sending a deep grumble from his throat to yours as his dick twitches in his boxers. he might as well not even bother to actually have sex, he was about to cum right then and there.

it’s made worse when your middle and index finger slide into the waistband of his boxers, struggling to stay afloat as you tug the material down just under his balls, cock springing up the second it’s freed.

you position your hands on his shoulders, looking down at him with wet lips, the only sounds are the crickets watching this degeneracy.

your hands find their place on his shoulders, holding yourself up while his fist finds his cock, lining himself up with your entrance, heart rate skyrocketing as you gasp above him.

his fingernails graze your skin, leaving indentations in the soft flesh, unable to contain the husky groan that escapes his lips.

your palm slaps over his mouth immediately, eyes wide as your hips rock, “you have to be quiet,” you hush though the smirk tugging at your lips tells him you’re not angry.

steve feels electric, pulsing through his veins with every slight movement you make, garbling into your palm when your pace quickens.

bouncing on his cock, making the entire structure creak and wobble.

he realises now that it’s silent, how obvious the sounds of sex are, skin slapping against skin as you squeak and grunt alongside it.

you’re insane, keeping your hand firmly over his mouth as you use his shoulder for leverage, rolling your hips and squeezing around him.

he’s about ready to cum already, there’s no surprise there. but he’s trying his hardest to hold out, to let you get something from this before he blows his load.

clinging on to your hips for dear life as they roll, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks while he turns to utter mush behind your hand.

“oh shit,” you whine, clit nudging against his pubic bone, louder than he could ever be.

that’s it, hearing you whine sends his stomach lurching, with barely enough time to life your body from his lap before he explodes.

hips stuttering into the air as you watch with bated breath, still covering his mouth as a series of expletives tumble out, muffled and breathless.

steve’s never felt so embarrassed and yet so good all at once, the back of his head thwacking against the metal panel as he floats back to earth.

you rest atop of his thighs, nibbling on the skin of your bottom lip. there’s a silence that makes him want to crawl up the side of the barrier and let infected rip him apart.

he wants to apologise for his premature ejaculation, a little ashamed that he couldn’t prove himself to you but before he can conjure up the appropriate apology, your finger tilts his chin upwards, to meet your eyes.

you stifle it for a minute before bursting into a fit of giggles, “it’s okay.. maybe next time.”

albeit a very vague promise of a next time, steve starts to beam, still catching his breath as you shuffle off of his thighs, pulling your panties on as you lay back on the floor, gesturing for him to join you.

dawn breaks around the two of you, the birds rising to sing their song as you lay on the uncomfortable metal grates next to him.

it’s so serene, a picturesque view peeking from outside the little hut.

this is a feeling steve had thought he may never experience again, content with his life despite the rest of the world crumbling outside of the walls.

it’s something in the orange hue, an aching feeling that he owes to blind optimism. a spark of hope, remnants of a fear to lose anyone else.

to lose you.

your tongue pokes from the side of your lips, sighing softly, “there’s something i have to tell you.”

he turns, watching your face fall. apprehensively awaiting the harsh truth you were about to unleash.

“go on..”

this time you sigh loudly, exhausting the air from your lungs, “my ex.. lives here too. he’s out on a run to fort wayne at the moment but, they’re due back anytime now and i just need to pre-warn you that he’ll probably be a bit of an ass when he finds out.”

relief washes through his body. was that it?

crazy psycho exes weren’t something new to steve, albeit a long time since he’s had to even think about anything like that, but he doesn’t care.

“oh my god,” he exhales, “you scared me.. i thought you were ‘bout to say something crazy,” chuckling at his preemptive fear.

you whack his arm, “i’m being serious,” turning your head to glare at him, “he’s not.. the nicest person and he definitely won’t be nice about this.”

“what’s wrong with him?” steve asks, genuinely. they’d crossed paths with a lot of fucked up people in the six years since this had started but he had never believed that anyone truly bad could live somewhere as nice as this.

those places always seemed to crumble, he’d seen it enough times to know. people had taken the apocalypse as a means to become awful people, dictating the lives of everyone around them as if you weren’t all trying to do one thing.

survive.

you sigh, scrunching your nose, “he and his uncle have been here from the start of it all, helped build this place to what it is now. but his uncle, wayne, left a year back.. went to try and find his brother, eddie’s dad.. and now eddie’s just eternally pissed off about it.”

steve contemplates your words, knowing he’d probably also be incredibly infuriated too. family, real blood family, was a rarity nowadays. most people had lost most, if not all of any semblance of family by now. he was astounded to arrive here and find real family, joyce had her sons, nancy had mike, even lucas had his sister.

“oh.. that’s.. it’s understandable, i guess,” not quite finding the right words.

you nod, biting on the inside of your cheek. you’re holding something back, steve’s not sure what and he’s certainly not going to ask now. unwilling to ruin the moment.

“why’d you guys break up?” considering if he’d like to get in the middle of some complicated, messy situation.

for you? definitely.

“i dunno.. he was just so angry, he let it consume him,” a certain twinge of sadness to your tone.

“and he took it out on you?”

you scoff a little, “me and everyone else.. look, does it help if i say that he probably won’t shoot you?”

steve hums, “not really.”

that does it, brings your smile back as you crack up shaking hysterically as you turn back to the sky.

“i still think you should sing for us all,” changing the subject completely.

steve groans, wiping the layer of sweat from his forehead. before all this, he would’ve said that he preferred summer but now that there were corpses roaming the streets, he definitely favoured winter. that stench is something he’ll never forget, rotting flesh and hot july sun were not a good mix.

“didn’t i already agree to sing for the kids?” he teases.

you’re interrupted from any further begging as nancy’s voice rings out from below, “hey guys? you there?” worry embedded into her voice.

“shit,” you hiss, shooting up as you grab your pants. “sorry.. sorry,” apologising for your lack of clothing and the accidental fright you’d given them.

“oh wow okay,” nancy bites from down below, laughing her head off, jonathan covers his eyes to give you a little privacy as you pull your jeans on, “how’d i know that you two were gonna fuck this up?”

“yeah yeah, shut up,” you rush, cheeks burning as you jump into your clothes.

steve shuffles over sliding his pants back on as he turns beetroot red, not only was this his first shift, it was also the first time he was showing everyone that he was a capable person to keep around. he’s not so sure they’ll agree now.

nancy and jonathan climb up the ladder, a bemused expression shared across their faces, “quiet night?” nancy asks, cocking her head to the side.

“something like that,” shrugging off her quick remarks as you grab your backpack and shove steve’s into his chest.

the two stand there gawping as steve flushes, stepping into his sneakers and attempts to hurriedly brush his hair into place. he wants to be embarrassed, really, but he’s still riding the high of you even kissing him.

“see anything interesting?” nancy bites, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“nope.”

“mhm i bet,” she smirks, her lips pursed as you shuffle past her, ignoring the smug look on her face as you climb down the ladder.

steve gives them both a little wave, still trying to hide his reddened cheeks as he follows you down from the perch.

you’re waiting for him at the bottom, tugging him away as the pair watch from above. it takes everything in him not to turn around and smile.

“y’wanna shower?” you ask, breaking the silence as you enter the building.

he damn near jumps into the air, clicking his heels together, suppressing his excitement with a simple nod, bounding along behind as you pull him along the corridor.

he’d take any shift if it meant ending up with you.

[crushedsweets]

How did Nurse Ann die in your au??

She's one of my faves and I rlly want to hear your take on her backstory

-💉anon

PERFECT QUESTION OK. ok . man ok. i have a lot to say cw for abuse, torture, kidnapping, etc. typical creepypasta style stuff

annemarie mia was born into a rowdy family in NYC. She had two older brothers & one younger brother. each were 1-3 years apart. Her older brothers were pretty cruel to her and her little brother. she turned it right back onto her little brother. biting, spitting, smothering him in his sleep, stealing his food so he goes hungry, cutting him. she'd been so mean since he was so little, she's threatened to kill him so many times, so he kept it to himself. he was beyond happy when, at 18, she moved out without a word.

by 27, annemarie was a neet. no job, school, social skills - she was unpleasant to be around, really snappy and bitchy and generally had a nasty attitude. cut off her entire family just because she didn't want to deal with the emotional labor. went through some pretty difficult shit to make a living.

and not that anyone really asked how she owned a decent little home in the more rural parts of tuscaloosa county, but she'd attribute it to inheritance, generational shit, the sort. she would be lying

she went by 'nurse ann' online, hosting a 'red room' service on the dark web thats exactly what the urban legend entails. what made her stood out is that she preformed in a dominatrix style, fitted with leather straps, studs, whips, corsets- had a generally more 'sexy' atmosphere to it. her audience liked the way she followed some sort of hospital roleplay half the time with the nurse dress, medical equipment, syringes, etc.

again, its an urban legend, but her red room is basically taking donations alongside requests for certain torture methods on her victim. depending on the price, she could cut off some fingers, use acid, rip out their teeth, skin them, whatever the fuck her audience could ask for - and she has quite the fanbase, too. most of her streams lasted days, sometimes she'd turn it off and come back, sometimes she'd just leave the victim there writhing on camera the entire night. even after they died, she'd dissect them to keep up the nurse persona, making a whole show of it - showing off her body and her sadism all in one. she wanted to make the most money she could

she mostly acquired her victims from dirty, dingy bars where she'd drug whoever she wanted to bring home. drag them into her truck, dump them into her basement way out in the middle of nowhere, set up her camera, shimmy her way into some leather, and make thousands in a single night. she typically preferred men, but if enough people paid for her to bring in a woman, she would.

very very very rarely she'd let an audience member interested in their own murder, an autassassinophiliac, come onto her stream. it'd be a whole ordeal, they'd have to already send a fucking massive sum of money before she even considers it. always brings a fully loaded gun, drugs that she expects them to take right in front of her, cuffs, so on and so forth - too much work and too much risk most of the time, hence the rarity of this occasion.

she fucked up one day. quickly, the man over powered her & beat her unconscious. she woke up in a completely unfamiliar location, hung by her hands like she was meat at a butchers. she was dressed in a shitty nurse outfit, and a camera was set up right in front of her.

what happened to her that night was karma. he dismembered her on camera, with many of her own fans waiting for the footage of him taking out her left eye, her hands, her arms, her legs. the only reason he didn't live stream was because he had no signal.

she slipped in and out of consciousness for the first portion of her torture, until she began to bleed out. she died when he began setting up the tools so he could stitch her right back up and make a doll of her, keep something to keep the 'fans' happy.

he brought her to an abandoned hospital in the middle of a forest. her murderer didn't fully know where he even brought her. slenderman was not very happy about all the mess he made

kate, coming from a mine less than a mile from the hospital, was notified that a human was in the forest. after a short sprint, she begins stalking through the hospital as the man is finishing up his work.

theres a bit of a chase between the two, until kate does her job and kills him with a random weapon he left around.

kates not really paying attention to annemarie's corpse, she's just dragging the mans body somewhere for her to dispose. it takes a couple hours for kate to get it handled, and by time she's coming back to the hospital to deal with annemarie, she gets the shit scared out of her when the woman is walking around. stumbling and already rotting, but walking nonetheless. even introduced herself as 'nurse ann'.

kate had to get that figured out cuz it was really freaky.

anyway, zalgo had a part in ann's "revival." he's another entity trapped in slendermans forest, similar to the operator but significantly weaker. he keeps infecting corpses and bringing them back, partly hoping they can be used as puppets (but he fails to get into their head) and partly trying to cause trouble for slenderman.

he can only bring back people who die in the forest who aren't killed by proxies slenderman/the operator, since the corpses are 'locked' otherwise

but yea :3 she's fun

[iicheeze]

ANNOYING LOVELY NEIGHBORS!

yoimi || nagonohara yoimiya

24 yo

owner of the nagonohara fireworks

likes to experiment the handmade fireworks near the apartment

one time she accidentally set it up in her apartment

got sent to the hospital that day

still likes fireworks somehow

likes to have tea parties with the women who live in the apartment

has the hottest gossips from all the tenants of Teyvat Apartments

yes she has friends all over the apartment

and sometimes ‘ friends ’ she doesn't like but the people think of her as a friend so they spill their secrets

just npcs tho dw

and thats how she has the hottest gossips

“ weird ” — Scaramouche

“ shut up her tea is the best ” — [Name]

kesimp || Kèqíng

26 yo

has a fat massive amount of merch by the famous pianist, Zhōng Lí

comes to every concert he has possible in China

doesn't let anyone come into her bedroom cuz

yk

says that she doesnt like tea parties but comes anyways becuz the others 'insisted'

(liar, she loves it)

says that she likes Zhōng Lí's piano skills solely becuz of his skills but in reality considers him as a god (not in a weird way)

sometimes when she's busy at work and doesn't have time to actually go to his concert, she watches his live instead

loyal Zhōng Lí fan

also an overworker

sometimes she'd overwork herself sm her boss has to personally give her some days off cuz her eye bags r getting too dark

only Gānyǔ, her co-worker, knows of her obsession with Zhōng Lí

has a not-so-obvious crush on her co-worker

AUNTY 🫂💕‼️ || Nahida

is actually 45 years old

aunty of the apartment residence

very smol but very big heart and very big brain

something went wrong with her genes but her brain is very big indeed

still kinda like a child since she sometimes says "dook-dook" instead of shit

the number one reason why scaramouche and [name] moved to this certain apartment

likes to read and buys a lot of novels

has to show her drivers license to the police over 50 times to show that she aint a child

doesnt like beer or wine and prefers juice instead

LOVES to come to tea parties and often brings cookies and sweets there

aroace

zuzuha || kaedehara kazuha

28 yo

lives with his husband Tomo

tho Tomo rlly likes to challenge Raiden Senshi of the Raiden Martial Group

got hospitalized several times becuz of it

main reason why he got banned from ever entering it again

rumors say he smokes weed

he doesnt

just try taking care of a Tomo

was originally arranged to be married to a woman by his clan

turns out hes gay

and eloped with Tomo to Teyvat Apartments

very gentleman

househusband core

likes to play Majiang (Mah Jong) with elderly ppl at the park

xiaomi || xiāo

48 yo with very good genes (its the asian genes i swear)

famous violinist

is Zhōng Lí's apprentice but decided to be a violinist to harmonize with him (sunny and mari)

there used to be a lot more apprentices of Zhōng Lí, but they were all bullied by the audience saying that they were just bland copies of him but worse so they quit

xiāo's the only one who stayed

but becuz of that, his mental health deteriorates within every concert he does

considers of quitting more than once but doesn't becuz he signed a contract with Zhōng Lí and doesn't plan to break it

but they have a pretty nice father son relationship

anyways

tries to practice the flute in secret but one time he tried to do it at his balcony and it let out a high pitched sound so he never touched it again

lives at the penthouse of Teyvat Apartments (bro's rich)

bro can afford fancy food but prefers home-made food

when [name] and scaramouche moved in to the Apartment Residence, [name] introduced themselves to him and had no idea of his occupation

often gets asked to eat dinner tgt by the tenants despite of his social status

everytime he struggles with socialization, def goes to Zhōng Lí for advice

big bitch || arataki itto

30 yo

if nahida's the aunty of Teyvat Apartments, he's the uncle

likes to play cards with kids

sometimes likes to teach them how to gamble and Majiang (Mah Jong) too

def would be like one of those asian grandmas or aunties who'd yell profanities when they lose at Majiang (Mah Jong) or cards

also likes to gamble with the older tenants of the apartments (nahida, xiao, yae miko, dehya, etc)

if nahida wins he'd try so hard not to cuss at her cuz she plays calmly

if the other ppl wins then be prepared for a butt load of crap of words you dont know exists

it goes the same way for other ppl than itto too

Majiang especially

nahida's the only calm one there, the others arent

they'd stand up from their seats, yelling chinese cusses, japanese cusses, indian cusses, pointing at each other aggressively

what a normal game night

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SUMMARY II in which, a sassy and bitter househusband, and his beloved, idiotic streamer of a lover got married! what a lovely occasion. now, for the married life in a newer, and bigger apartment.

PAIRINGS || Househusband Scaramouche x Gaming Streamer GN Reader

MASTERLIST || IDIOT GAMER!

AUTHOR'S NOTES || pls note that this takes place in China, Beijing

ALSO IF THERES ANY MISTAKES IN LIKE CHINESE CULTURE PLS TELL ME I MIGHT GET SMTH WRONG

[steamanband]

I’ve seen a ton of nagoriyuki hate actually (I’d understand if it was a critique on how he was written. There’s a lot of rlly racist stereotypes in his character. But that’s not what it’s ever about) the gg fandom in general has a massive lack of racial awareness especially when it comes to nagoriyuki and venom. And that is in part the fault of the writing itself (a black man who is nonhuman, blood sucking, lacks self control in one of his mechanics, and who’s character in the story mode is fully controlled by a (previously) white man. And a black man who was previously constantly treated like an animal by the white man that he dedicates his life to) but there are certainly ways to make fan content of these characters without adding onto these stereotypes or even make them worse.

OH? YIKES. No yeah the way they're written is definitely weird as hell but for some reason I was under the impression that we all knew and understood this. Guess I overestimate people's literacy 😭‼️‼️

This is also why I always say that you should never trust a robovenom shipper who prefers Robo-Ky over Venom. People looooooove to see Venom as nothing but an extension of the white man they ship him with. And like yeah, in writing that does align with the way Venom views himself in relation to other people, but like. Cmon. You're smarter than Venom Guilty Gear. He isn't real. You're smarter than the questionable way he has been written. Be serious. It pisses me the fuck off bc Venom is such an interesting character but nobody really gaf about him until they wanna draw him necking on with that annoying robot 😕

My only exposure to fandom takes on Nagoriyuki is the daily Nagoriyuki drawings account so if I simply close my eyes I can believe that we're all normal about him. I love Nagoriyuki I really do

[borom1r]

2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 12, 14, 18, 20, 22 for lotr from the violence ask meme 😈

OK i have answered 2 already but lets do this thing fuck yea (thank uuuuuuuuuu!!!!!)

3) screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

look its not really a "take" but the amount of people who just post variations of "I don't like Boromir, he's the worst" IN THE BOROMIR TAG is genuinely insane to me. like have ur (incorrect) opinion but keep it out of the tag worstie

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

uhhhh no one thank the gods. ive always disliked Denethor Because of canon. but i will say stumbling across the file index of an old LotR fansite + clicking on files w/ no preview only to find graphics thirsting over Denethor did cause massive psychic damage lmao

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

idk 😭 i dont interact w/ the broader fandom really. i do find the way ppl reduce Pippin to Just a joke character in fanon insufferable tho

9) worst part of canon

BOOK!FARAMIR + HIS MIDDLEMEN SHTICK MY WORSTIE.

also ngl i do find the Aragorn/Arwen romance....... Weird. like I'm far from averse to "love at first sight" so long as it comes with the recognition that it's really more infatuation + true love takes work. and there's the fact Aragorn fell head over heels for an image of Lúthien, and Arwen's heart did not turn towards him until Galadriel dressed him up in elven finery. not to mention she was "not yet weary of her days" when Aragorn dies + has to die "whether I will or I nill" like she. wastes away? slowly alone in Lothlórien.

like idk [Aragorn kinnie voice] that's my sister, man but all that aside I do think.. Arwen deserved better? I like that the movies made her more active + I do wish she'd actually been there at Helm's Deep bc it would've been fun to see her and Éowyn bond but yeah. the vibes were off with that whole situation imho

12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

huh. does Théodred count? i feel like he's kind of a blank slate so fandom can just kinda run wild with him but i do genuinely enjoy writing him + find that there are solid implications for at least a friendship between him + Boromir (if not more). i mean, Boromir got a Rohirric shield from someone

14) that one thing you see in fics all the time

ok th implication here bein its sth that bothers me which thankfully i pretty much only read Aramir or Faramir/Éomer fics soooo theres not much??

i think the only things that RLLY get to me + they aren't THAT popular trope-wise (or ive been rlly good at avoiding them lmao) are fics that 1) make Boromir overly aggressive or 2) completely woobify Faramir

+ tbh the Faramir one bothers me more actually. that is a grown ass man and captain of the rangers of Ithilien.....................

18) it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

HRM. again idk :3 <- blissfully not interacting w the broader fandom + only interacting w/ ppl w correct takes on Boromir + Rohan

(tentatively i need to start following more ppl i see some of yall in my notes + i shld follow. sorry im like a nervous dog u need to coax out from under the porch lol)

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

side-eyeing my copies of the Histories. i need to finish those. eventually.............

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ignores?????? nothing i think (thankfully lmao) but i will say there is SO much detail in the films that it makes me INSANE. ik we literally just talked abt this in DMs lmao but i could sit n talk abt LotR costuming for fucking HOURS the films were SO stunning and the clothing alone reveals sooooooo much abt the characters i think its a super underrated vehicle for character analysis :3

[areolni]

can't keep this in longer so sonic kinsona blabber under cut (except i can't draw so it's MOSTLY in words but y'all can imagine right)

ive been wanting to make a sonicsona for the LONGEST time but somehow, despite kinning the modern blue blur himself, i can't get the right design for him in my head. like yea ok just add clothes and stuff but it doesn't feel me. THEN. IT CLICKED. (massive word vomit below u've been warned and also satbk mentioned)

Lore

Behold the Fallen King, reduced to a measly Jester. He lost his monarchy, his authority, his dignity, but gained joy and freedom, now running as free as the wind despite the shackles of entertainment. He's seen as nothing but a mere show – a performance – for people to feast their eyes on the magnificent spectacle before them. King Arthur is long gone, only the nameless Jester is known.

tldr Arthur got dethroned and forcefully became a jester instead lol (in this context arthur and sonic are two diff people, js with the same appearance. yk js like how shadow and lance are diff but look the same)

how does this tie to my kinsona? why did i choose this lore? simple rlly: burnt out gifted kid. that's all im gna say. i fell down SO FAR it's not even funny.

i relate to sonic himself in many ways but one thing i struggle to relate to him is our experiences. while king arthur in canon satbk is well 'dead' (or nonexistent per se), what if sonic's alt exists in satbk (like shadow and lance). that's where im coming from. still was king of camelot, js dethroned. someone else took over idk who but that's not impt for now.

lance still stays with him (COUGH self indulgent COUGH) bc he's too loyal to actl leave arthur's side despite him serving the new king. him and the knights of the round table are the only people who know about this new jester's true identity bc arthur didn't want to be known, not out of shame due to his dethronement but he simply wanted a fresh start. he doesn't want to be weighed by his past responsibilities anymore. he doesn't want to be seen as king. while power is great, it isn't for him. that's why he tries to make himself as unrecognizable as possible while keeping some hints of his charm. why? so people see him and go "why does he look so familiar but i can't put my finger on it" (he loves to confuse people)

Extra info (background)

Arthur is, you guessed it, trans 🔥🔥🔥 ftm as most hcs say. how does this work in the medieval realm? born female, forced to become male initially bc he's the only child and his parents desperately needed a heir for the throne. if the kingdom found out their new leader was a fucking girl they'll go on a riot for sure so. in a sense, arthur has been male his whole life. while initially he despised this whole ordeal, he's grown to feel comfortable with himself. he's denied it for so long but eventually embraces it. it's a bit of an identity crisis bc his external persona is male, but when no one is looking his parents treat him like a female. it messes him up a lot and eventually says fuck it "nah ima do my own thing"

^ js a disclaimer this is from my knowledge of society in medieval times. im not very sure how heirs work. ive heard that princesses CAN be queens w/o a suiter but again, im uncertain.

abt the dethronement thing? don't ask me abt that. why was he kept in camelot and turned into a jester? the new king wanted to make a fool out of him so. there ya go. Arthur simply goes by 'Jest' now. (i suck at names, as u can tell)

Design Inspiration

if it isn't obvious enough, my main inspo would be based on Jester Sonic himself. he's my absolute fav design so far it's wonderful. obv i would make some tweaks

oops ari art WOAH *gunshots* additional details would be added from my persona/OC, based on The Fool arcana. his name is Neil :) i love him so much. (me and my friends made our own AU called Masquerade of Rebirth, MOR for short, and it's based on the 21 Arcana. we have lore for that too)

made a doodle of him but again i can't draw nicely so uh. yeah. ill learn how to draw sonic chars soon but i simply don't have time

for differences, he has more puffy sleeves and flowy accessories. he was supposed to wear those. puffy shorts stuff. like in Neil. but i was too tired to care at that time (basically i LOVE puffs and flowy stuff. im gna incorporate it as long as it makes sense) i don't have a colour palette for now unfortunately. again i suck at choosing colours. i also have a design for Arthur during his monarchy but it's js a simple white tunic, brown pants and leather boots. yk like. fucking astarion from bg3 LMAO

ngl this is mostly a ref for me so when i finally get to draw, i have smth to look back to. and also… cough… if there's any potential lancelot kinsonas.. hello.. ive seen so many shadow sonas but never one related to satbk </3

um idk who actl reads till the end but YAYY 💥 ive rlly nvr seen a sonic kinsona based on the storybook games so it'll be cool to see others :)

[doegirldaydreamer]

Diary entry #2 - 21/01/25

Okay so honestlt im writing this on the same day as the first one, so i might not do one for a few days so i dont burn myself out! (bc of my habit of getting obsessed and burning out in like a few days.) But i kinda already took notes about today so erm!! Youre all stuck w it! ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ

Giggling forreal onto the actual day. Firstly i jsut wanna say i had to actually decipher my notes like an archeologist or sumet bc i wrote them under the table without looking. Ok forreal anyways omg nevermind tumblr closed this when i minimised the app and said it didnt save and jumpscared me so hard.

ANYWAYS. Let me yap!! Even tho i kinda just wanna sleep rn but shshhh ill just be lazy tmr.

So firstly it was raining on like my first good hair day in a whilleee so.. just why </3 Also bc jan’s been such a blur i realised its my mums bday tmr and i didnt even realise and i feel actually a little evil.. like obvi bc i dont have a job theres not much i can do, but like.. idk. Ill make sure to wish her happy bday tho! Anyways me and my friend mostly talked abt my other friends really nasty now ex bf. Like they shouldve broken up AGESS ago for.. so so many reasons that are probably worse than u think. But at least it happened eventually!! And now i can talk abt him bc he was kinda weird icel. omg also absolutely fantasising abt my dvds bc todays the like due date for package!! Love that!!

Anyways now school.. so basically my friend mentioned he bought cinnamon buns bc he loves them and hes like ‘yeah u can have one as well’ but the dread kinda kicked in in first period. Bit of a rude reminder i do in fact have problems and sometimes they make stuff suck for no reason which is.. ew but ill manage. But on a better note i totally have a little hallway crush (outside of my atrocious fat raging normal crush). Basically shes in my history and when we were lining up she was like sorting her bag and she looked back and smiled at me and UGH shes so pretty!! I also told her her bag was unzipped and fixed it for her 😇😇 But also my usual massive headache started this period. Like one of my eyes was watering headache. But also it kinda relaxed when i put my glasses on si like.. is it straining my eyes?? Idk i js really need new glasses bc my old ones are really old and a little broken and omg i need to stop im starting to feel bad for them. Girly things. Anyways fr ill be getting new ones sometime soon so i can keep my others as spares!! Anyways we were still soing abt.. ykw from ww2 germany and we were talking abt how he treated the church and how a lot of minsters and like preists opposed him and like. It reminded me that stuff isnt always black and white and people who are in a group with a lot of bad people can be good yk? Like a lot of my friends have bad experiences with religion but not all religious people are bad ykwim? And lastly my friend accidentally buttdialed his gf (also my friend) and she heard someone saying goodmorning to me and me going ‘omg he actually said rhat??’ bc i was talking abt someone else giggle. Funsies.

Okayayays anyways now p2 which was english. As usual, my teachers an icon, and also i got to highlight one of my pages really cute and i wanted to take a pic but no phones ufufjjfjf.. what id give to like take pictures w my brain or sumet. Maybe those meta glasses would be cool if they werent violently invasive and chunky as hell. But anyways the Mz kid was like even louder than usual somehow but it didnt bother me bc i had a rlly weird dream w him in it?? Jusy in one part but like. Basically in the dream was saying something about ‘birthday’ and i thought he was being rude so i snapped at him n he looked sad. Then i went around looking for him but found two girls like boxing in some random changing room???? Anyways there was more but thats what stuck w me lol. So yeah i didnt really mind him that much today. Also when we were leaving i was like stuck near some girls who dont like me but like.. i wasnt stressing abt it i just didnt really care. Sooo.. character development idk giggle

Anwyyayss at break i ended up eating half of that cinnamon bun which like. Win bc it was nice and recovery stuff idk. Anyways one of my other friends (R) whos like never in school was in today and we just yapped and hung out for a little and ralked abt the whole bf thing and i loved it shes so sweeet!! But yeah otherwise it was chill asf and we just hung out and stuff!

Okok now third which was physics that also has a teacher i adore bc hes so funny. He made a joke abt like someone thinking he was talking to them bc of his lazy eye and being dramatic abt it and i was GIGGLINF. Also he had like a thermometer gun or whatever and he made an actual gun joke and it surprised me a little lol. Ofmmgm and he made a joke abt b.ngs bc of how many people do the plant where we live and hes an icon for that. Alsoso me and my friend were listening to music and do i wanna know started playing and i didnt even know he had it on his playlist and it was a massive win. Last thing promise, i was thinking abt getting like a mini notebook to write this stuff down in bc i wrote it on my hand but my pens r gel pens so it smudged really bad and i had to type it up anyways sooo.. better pens or mini notebook giggle. Andndn lastly bc yes!! I like stayed behind for a sec bc my friend was getting a reward and when we left my teacher like pointed at me and was like ‘u should speak up in lesson more!’ And fucjkckf hes so sweet. Maybe its my daddy issues idk but it was like.. rlly?? :((( hes just so nice i love him smsmmm!

Anyways then maths. My normal teacher wasnt in again which liks.. miss come back pls </3 and also some kids were like making fun of the annoying kid which like.. ur not any better than him dude.. but tbf one of those kids was a little funny after abt sumet else so.. idk doesnt make it right but makes me him a little less annoying. Anyways i got reminded i need to clear oht my bag bc all my stuff in it looks so cute together but its an actual mess so eventually ive gotta sort it sigh..

Aaand then lunch. Was inside again bc it was raining, and I mostly just yapped w R. She did have this really nice spray tho (one of the sol de janero ones) and im thinking abt getting one bc apparently they actually last and theyre really nice. Also some mean girls came up like opposite me but behind our group and sat in the one place we were told not to sit.. but its fine they got moved eventuallt and we didnt have to deal w them so. Yay! R left for the second half of lunch tho so it was just the normal group again and we just chilled.

Theeenn p5 which was chemistry. Honestly reallt not much happened, i was spaced asf. Weve been over the stuff were going over now so i could clock out a little giggle. I did yap to another friend otw out which we love.

Andndn finallt freedom omg. Ofc my first priority was coffee which honestly is always one of the best parts of my day. But firstly my dvds got delayed which was like.. the worst thing ever. Giggle fr tho i mostly just scrolled tumblr and stuff. And also sorted out my blog a little bc unfortunately im just a girl and i need everything to look perfect. I have revised some for my exam tho and i think im getting better at it. Still stupidly snappy but im working on it! Also i hate that i have to like look at my food before i eat it bro. Like if it looks weird i will be one unexpected texture from gagging and its just. I know the foods good let me eat in peace </3 But its fine bc ofc it acc was good and we love that!

Anyways yayaa thats it for this entry. Ive just gotta wash my hair then im going bed finalllyy!! And tbh if its anytime near what it is rn for me you should too tbh. Get ur beauty sleep angell!!

Rue, signing out 𓂃۶ৎ

[shirefantasies]

hi!!! if you're still doing match-ups i'd love to request one! the ones you've done so far are so cute. so my name is asiya and i am half indian half pakistani. i have long brown hair and brown eyes and my face is pretty pale. i am 5'0 so def on the shorter side LMFAOO. i rlly love reading and writing when i'm not busy with college. i also rlly like to try new foods and go on trips. i also am the occasional baker and chef when i'm not lazy so there's also that. in addition, i rlly like going for walks and listening to music i find that sooo soothing. i'm also a big movie watcher. like if you tell me we're watching a movie i will be tuned in idc. i'm pretty guarded when you first meet me but once i've become comfortable with you it's over bro. i will make jokes and yap 24/7. anyways i hope that's enough information. thank you so much and keep up the great work <3

“oh hey this is asiya again sorry i forgot to add but could you do a lotr match for me tysm <3” Absolutely I can because your man is...

Faramir!

Interest arises in Faramir’s mind the moment he hears a troupe of entertainers has rolled its way to Minas Tirith- quite unusual, indeed. Always one for the arts, though, he is determined to make his way to it at least once while he has the opportunity. After all, they have undertaken the great effort to erect a stage for the benefit of his people. Shuffling into the crowd, Faramir is unsure what to expect right up to the moment the curtain rolls upward, revealing a pair of players. The moment they speak, the setting changes and he is enveloped in story.

So enveloped, in fact, that by the end of it he feels compelled to rise up and make his way backstage with compliments. As soon as the curtain parts, his eyes meet yours, catching the way they flutter in surprise. “My apologies,” he tells you, “I was simply captured by what you showed today. Truly I am grateful to have made my way to your show.” “What,” you ask him, stepping closer, “is your name?” “Faramir, my lady,” he bows slightly, a hand across his chest before it reaches for yours. Letting him take your hand, you incline your head. “Asiya,” you say, “and I admire your love of theatre. Put me before a play and all the world fades.” “Put you in one and you have quite the same effect,” he remarks with a smile.

He cannot help asking if you have seen the great art of Minas Tirith, and when you say no he presses on to inquire if he might be the one to show you. Thus you find yourselves strolling through a great hall before poring over massive, intricate tapestries that have you both musing over the stories behind them, laughing lightly as you all but write a play together from it all. Your presence is natural to Faramir, his whole body relaxing in a way it simply did not around most, and he cannot help hoping you feel the same.

The next time he finds you, you are leaning out a window of all places, waving him down with a lovely grin. You’ve baked some fresh bread and are wondering if he would come in for some; there is soup also, a new recipe. “I suppose I was inspired today,” you joke as Faramir sits across from you. Your eyes shine as you ask him how it is. The picture is calm, domestic, and the whole thing brings heat to his face. When you finish your meal, discussing your favorite books, it is clear neither of you wish the night to end, so you leave for a stroll.

Draping his cloak over your shoulders, Faramir watches your movements, tracks your smile and mirrors it. “Minas Tirith is a place of beauty,” you remark, eyes tracing up to the sky. “It is,” he agrees, his gaze focused solely upon you, “a place of history, of many mighty works of men and yet you bring something new. I wish that the White City could always glow with such creation, such vibrance as you give it.” “Faramir,” you tease, swatting his arm lightly, “is this your way of trying to steal me?” “I would not have you parted from the things that enliven you so, that which brings the smile to your face, and yet I confess Minas Tirith has never shone so as when you entered it.” “Wow,” you reply, gorgeous lips parting and big brown eyes widening, diverting their full attention Faramir’s way, “I had intended to make a joke about your ploy working, but now I’ve simply lost my words entirely. Would that I had a script.”

“Well, you need no script for this.” And thus beneath Minas Tirith’s moonlight, under the shadow of soaring white towers and the glitter of stars alike, your lips met, Faramir’s hand cradling your cheek with tenderness you could never imagine.

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[rickazazel006]

1, 2 & 13 for the SR character building questions, if this is too many feel free to answer the one that catches your eye the most!

1.

rick comes from either washington or nyc i havent chosen due to his fathers work. when he left and found himself at stilwater he ended up preffering it consdering well its no where near as busy as somewhere such as nyc 😭. he sorta ended up seeing it as a breakaway from childhood and early adult life under his father (he has not got good relations with his papa xx)

2.

ricks sexualilty never rlly came up, whilst he is a gay man it never affected his relationships with anyone as he never brought it up really therr was no need.

however gender + sex came up a lil more. rick is intersex however he identifies himself along the masculine line. he never chose to get top surgery and so hes often asked questions about whats in his pants cos his mascline voice and vibe clashed awfully with the occasionally feminine vibe. it didnt really massive change his relationships it just started awarkd conversations when people first met him. it doesnt nesserically effect his role either,even if it did ricks so stubborn he wouldnt reaallyyy let that happen.

13.

during the first game and when he first joined he was fairly quiet but as he hangs out more with the the saints / as the games progress on you see him flourish and become a key member to the dynamics in the saints. natrually as the boss does in games he becomes best mates with gat and ends up being quite close to shaundi,pierce and kinzie. he doesnt reaally have enmies enmies id say. some people would occasioanlly piss him off and he would bump heads with julius here and there but alot of this came from how stubborn rick can be. him and asha in sr4 do clash alot but they're not really a rivalry they just often get in petty fights about how to tackle stuff - esp due to ricks background in the agent business as his father ran an independent spy agency (i may or may not had stolen that idea from a fav tv show of mine 😭)

[diorgirl444]

ahh im so excited for the gg matchups omg <3 i actually cannot wait - my latest obsession fr

my name is eva rose - eva's fine though lol - and i'm straight with she/her pronouns. i'm a sagittarius with a virgo moon and an enfp. (i think im an ambivert tho)

i'm 5''3 with auburn curly hair and a pretty petite hourglass figure. i have freckles pretty much all year round - but only on my cheeks and the tip of my nose. my eyes are blue but look green in certain lighting. ever since i was abt 5 or 6 ive always wanted to get a couple of tattoos but im not old enough yet 😭 i love the idea that your body can be art, and i think tattoos can express that so beautifully

i would describe myself as observant, fun, genuine, intuitive and witty. i like to get to know people & ask them questions, im pretty open personally. how much i talk changes massively depending on my mood although i do end up rambling about nothing once i get invested in the conversation lol.

im pretty ambitious which can sometimes cause severe burnout, but i hate pushing myself further than i can and i am learning to set good boundaries. i am a relatively anxious person, but im rlly getting better at managing that. i'm also a massive hopeless romantic and my love language is quality time - and sometimes physical touch.

my dream is to become a music journalist or to run a bookshop when i'm older, although i love psychology & history <33 i've been described as jo march & lizzie bennett & i agree, but i also think im a bit like meg tbh.

i feel most at home during autumn & during starry nights. i like adventures but at the end of the day i prefer being at home. i love art galleries, astronomy, late night conversations, biking and listening to music - i like the beatles, fleetwood mac, abba, lily allen, lana del rey, bowie.

my favourite things in the world are my cd collection & my family <3 (cd collection comes first ofc lol)

your perfect matchup is 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐲𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐤𝐢 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 ��𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <𝟑

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <𝟑

because stars hollow is such a small town the chances are you’d bump into dave pretty quickly but i think you wouldn’t properly speak to him till his band was  established.

in my mind you would write for the stars hollow news as their music journalist.. 

so when a new band, which goes by the name of Hep Alien, appears on the scene you know you have to go write an article on them.

what you don’t imagine happening is finding the love of your life there!!!

you invite all the band for coffee at luke’s to talk to them about the band and the minute dave sees you he’s smitten.

he thinks your ever so pretty with your curly auburn hair and sweet smile.

then you speak and he’s blown away because not only are you super pretty but also clever and love music.

your literally his dream girl ok???

(his friends notice this immediately and tease him for it after)

the interview goes super well and let’s be real you think he’s pretty cute too so you share contacts ya know just in case you need to talk again!!!

the pair of you spend the whole night on the phone chatting…

which makes it extra special when he turns up at your house next day with your favourite flowers and tickets to go see a gig in hartford together and could you really say anything but yes???

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <𝟑

i think you two are real creatives like your energies just bounce off one another perfectly.

dave is always writing songs about you to the point where if he released an album it would have to be called eva rose!!!

he remembers everything about you!!!

 be that the outfit you were wearing the day the pair of you met, your favourite book or even what lipstick shade matches your skin tone the best.

also you and lane; besties!!!!

your parents love him, he’s literally the perfect son in law.

your mom is already planning your wedding.

dave is also like constantly staring at you!!!

you’ll be like “what!?!” and he’ll just be like “you are really pretty, you know that right…”

it always flusters you, to be honest though like he’s always flustering you by how perfect he is.

he definitely tries to teach you guitar, like you’ll be sitting in front of him both your arms wrapped around the guitar with him just constantly kissing your cheek!!!

i feel like you’d call him davey as well and he’s have a super cute nickname for you like angel.

his friends tease him about you but really they’re just happy that he’s found someone who loves him so much.

you two when your old enough definitely get tattoos together.

move along rory and dean because you two are the cutest possible stars hollow couple and i’m not taking criticism on that!!!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <𝟑

hugs and kisses, flo <3

[sentine1ist]

T

Your art of Javier is amazing, and i love his cat eyes, and i love the young concept art even more. I'm replaying the game slower, more free roaming and side quests before going through the main ones, and i didn't realise that you could go fishing with Javier and Kieran, so i was super excited when that happened!! That scene when they're going fishing together... Javier and Arthur are very amiable together and i like how they work pretty well together. There was also the homestead robbing thing with Javier that was awesome, with extra dialogue and stuff- it's simple stuff like that, that makes me really happy with characterization. I wish you could spend more time with the other characters.

(Also. Arthur be nice to Kieran for 10 minutes challenge.)

Trying to find good rdr2 fics on ao3 where they aren't weird as fuck about Micah (or dutch) is vv hard. A lot of people really like him for some reason and i just don't understand why? He's a twat waffle, constantly acts as though he's better than everyone and antagonizes and flings slurs around like candy

Anyhoodles.

First off thank you so much 💕!! I appreciate you liking my art it means a lot 🥺

Secondly I'm super glad! I tried my best in my first playthrough to kind of pay attention to every character but I ended up not valuing a lot of them until they were dead 💀... I regretted not speaking to people like Sean and Hosea more especially because they're so interesting. But as I progressed I ended up bonding with a lot and having unlikely favourites, like Reverend Swanson! But those small companionship activities like fishing are really enjoyable and help you develop your understanding so well of Arthurs relationships with other gang members and I rlly wish we got more of them :)

I personally like Dutch but not without a LOT of conflicted feelings/criticisms of his character and have more to dislike than anything else but oh my god you're so right about Micah and him having weird as fuck fics. He has genuinely no redeeming qualities and I won't even entertain people saying they 'like him as a villain' or find him funny because it's honestly so questionable. And people who ship Willscuella are my opp because I don't understand why you're pairing the minority with a man who antagonises him and calls him slurs either? Insane. Not to mention there's this weird habit writers have of repeating the g-slur in fics because it's one of the lesser know racial slurs and I just 😬😬😬

But thank you SM for the ask anon sorry for the massive ramble 😰!

[bonesandthebees]

Ok so now that I have time to collect my very important and profound thoughts and also take in everyone else's reactions (which is what I normally do, I am a scientist who observes above all else before scribbling down my nonsense ramblings /lh) , chapter 8 of glass divine let's gooo

The Las Nevadas guys!! Seeing Purpled just in the bg made me so happy. I always get so hyped whenever he appears in any fic I read, even if he appears for (1) scene. What a guy, what a fella.

Quackity is great, as always. The Pythia's Prophecy drink rlly does sound like something that would exist in this universe, it's such a fun silly concept to me. I kinda want to try it lol.

His conversation with Wilbur is rlly neat and it's great to see Wilbur's narrow world view being slowly expanded bit by bit each chapter, this time by introducing him to the magical concept of agnostic people.

The subtle foreshadowing with the glass and 'card reader' and the growing sense of "ayo smth's not right with that" but not knowing exactly what is so well done!!! Ahhh I love your writing sm.

AND THE BIRD IN THE CAGE, IN WILBUR'S RIBCAGE BEING THE EXTENDED METAPHOR IN THIS STORY IS SO COOL. FUCK I LOVE METAPHORS SO MUCH YOU GET SO CREATIVE WITH THEM I JUST KAVSKSBJSV

An idea I have in my head of the bird almost being like a phoenix, being reborn with each new Pythia and being broken down every single time from a symbol of strength and resilience to just being a pretty bird in a cage to be admired but not for what it actually could be because that was stripped away from it, only for the idea of it and for people to constantly poke at it with a stick but not truly hearing it or seeing its pain or it for its worth I just wahhhh.

But I can't avoid the elephant in the room anymore lol. Tommy's reveal at the end, here we go.

I have mixed feelings about it because of the beauty of grey morality in characters. Wilbur has been nothing but a massive asshole to Tommy and the other Deathlings since he got there, which is very justified, I'm not trying to say it wasn't he was kidnapped lol. Wilbur also tried to kill Tommy like not even two weeks ago, the two aren't really comparable.

We see the story through Wilbur's eyes, we get an insight into him that Tommy will never get because as emotional intelligent and observant as Tommy is, he is not psychic and he is 18 years old. He does not have the greatest critical thinking skills in the world when it comes to things like this. In his head, the means justifies the end.

Is this going to cause Wilbur a massive amount of stress? Yes, of course it will. His identity was stripped away and he's been like this for like more than a decade, Tommy is trying to make progress at undoing a process that has done undeniable damage to Wilbur's psyche. However Wilbur's perception of this is of course going to be horribly skewed and he's not going to see Tommy's good intentions behind this right now; he's only going to see it as a massive 'betrayal' (I use that v loosely, he destroyed whaf little trust they had w that murder attempt) from Tommy and is going to be extremely bitter about it and his narration of this event is going to affect our view of it because we only see it through Wilbur's eyes and his processing of this, we don't see Tommy's anxiety leading up to this or his thought process on *why* he's doing this. We go off observations, theories and what Tommy himself tells us, we don't have a direct line into his brain like we do Wilbur.

This is a necessary evil in Wilbur's healing process because you can't exactly gently nudge Wilbur in the way healing forever, especially with how harshly he's been responding to any sort of criticism of the Pythia traditions and his role. They don't know if he ever will go there himself and you can't do anything new or heal if you don't push yourself or in this case, have the teenager who you tried to murder push you there.

And the disrespecting religion argument isn't a great one either since the whole Pythia system definitely needs to be reworked and Wilbur has done nothing but shit on the Deathlings and demean their religion since he was there, doing next to nothing to understand why they practice and believe what they do. He somewhat respects them as people and individuals but not their religion. Tommy ignoring (1) piece of Wilbur's restrictions isn't exactly on the same level.

Anyway, rant over. I probably should split this but I'm a sleepy little guy and have sports in the morning so I'm sorry to your inbox Bee. This is a monster.

- 🦈

shark anon hi!!!

yes yay for purpled appearance!! ngl I didn't have any plans to include him in this fic but then I was like "shit I need someone to act as a bouncer so wilbur can't just make a break for the door in the bar" and then I was like wait purpled exists so there he is

god I don't even know fully what's in the pythia's prophecy (probably gin, some kind of floral liqueur, dash of bitters, among other things idk I'm not a mixologist) but damn I wanna try it too

LMAO wilbur being introduced to the concept of agnosticism

ty i'm so glad the foreshadowing with the card reader was good!! also tysm I'm so happy you guys are liking the bird cage metaphors. I thought it was a really creative way to continue the metaphor trend I started in stars but with its own original twist to it

okay yeah you understand exactly what I was going for. tommy doing what he did is a whole messy situation that has no clear cut answer. wilbur has been a huge asshole to everyone around him since he got there which is understandable given that he was kidnapped yes! but he tried to murder tommy! tommy invading his privacy to find out his name is not comparable!

but yeah I think everyones reactions to this is just a reminder that 'oh my unreliable narration is working really well'. as you all know by now I love working with skewed POVs. it makes a story so much more interesting to have it filtered so heavily through a characters biases which is exactly what's happening here. tommy does not have the same insight into wilbur's head that the readers do. he is stumbling blindly trying to figure out what the best way to do this is. and we don't see into tommy's head either or how he came to the conclusion that this was something he had to do in the first place. again, biased POV my beloved.

it's definitely a necessary evil in the healing process. sure, maybe wilbur would've eventually gotten to a point where he could tell tommy his name himself, but tommy didn't know that. he was making zero progress as is. he got insanely defensive anytime pythian tradition was even slightly criticized, he wasn't going to gradually warm up to what tommy was trying to get through to him so tommy just decided to do it the quick way instead.

also, yeah, the disrespecting religion argument is just so funny to me because of how wilbur has been a huge dick about the deathlings worship this entire time yet still has this major cognitive dissonance moment where he's like "how DARE tommy disrespect clara like this" buddy you have been doing this even worse to kristin the entire time

anyway shark anon i love your takes as always so glad you enjoyed :D

[regularme12]

All Fun and Games... Ig

Summary: Mizutani started laughing at Hanai when he kept getting frustrated that he keeps getting the slowest time everytime. (For more context, this is happening when everyone was trying to get the numbers in order and get the fastest time, ifykyk.) In his defense, it was really funny.

"Ahahhahahah!!" Mizutani started laughing while shaking the board because of Hanai's silly reactions.

"HOW THE HELL DO I KEEP GETTING SLOW TIMES?! It went from 18 to 20 to 24!! You should've guessed that I would be faster at this stupid game!!" Hanai scratched his head furiously, at the game, and his partner's ridiculous laugh.

"Ohohokay... ok, one... *snrk* One more time, you gohohot this!!"

"ONE-?! ONE MORE FUCKING TIME?! I'VE DONE IT LIKE 20 TIMES BRUH!!!"

"Plehehehehase!! Just one moreeee" Mizutani pleaded, but only to see this reaction more.

"Fine! Ok... start the time... and... GO!! 1,2,3,4,5,.... 25! HOW FAST WAS I, MIZUTANI?!" Hanai looked at him with rage and hope in his eyes.

He clicked the timer to stop, and read it. Then he bursted out laughing and the bald headed teen filled with more rage than ever. Mizutani snickered and covered his mouth. "You... yo- Hhahahahah!! YOU GOT 30 SECONDS!!! HAHAHHAHA!!" He wheezed out and tumbled over, holding his stomach and dropping the board.

"THAT'S IT!! YOU WANNA MOCK ME WITH YOUR DUMBASS LAUGH?! I'LL GIVE U SUM TO LAUGH AT!!" And there it was, Hanai finally had enough of it, and pounced on the wheezing teen, pinning his arms straight above his head, sitting on his waist so he can't go anywhere. "Laugh at this, dickhead!"

"No no! PLEASE DON'T- Bahahahah!! Hananananahi!!!!" He started rapidly squeezing the other boy's sides, which wasn't his death spot, but still got him going.

"What?! Don't wanna laugh now?! You were making a mockery of me just a minute ago. How about YOU do it?!"

"Nahahahha!! Stohohohop!! Please!! SOMEONE HELP!!" Mizutani laughed out, kicking his legs out behind the taller boy.

This has brought everyone's attention on them two, which was embarrassing for the ticklee, but exhilerating for the tickler. "Whomp whomp, eat cow shit moron, you beought this upon urself, aint no one gonna stop me now!" That's true. No one has yet to make a move to try to stop them, for various reasons acctually. 1. They all enjoyed Mizutani's laugh when he gets tickled, and 2. Hanai was a ruthless ler, so no one wants to get tickled by him.

Mihashi was staring at them with a redden face, part of him was embarrassed that this is happening infront of a group of people, and the other part kinda... felt a lil jealous, one can say. He kinda wanted to join in, but no one knew that due to his massive anxiety stopping it. He'd always get tickled growing up by his cousin and mom, sometimes his grandpa would join in. So he always had this growing urge to get tickled all the time, even making him all open and vulnerable in front of his family. It would happen on occassions, other times they're too busy. But Abe was the only one to notice how flustered and twitchy he was getting, but he knew abt the other's anxiety, so he didn't tickle him in front of other people. When they're alone?? That's a WHOLE other story for later, now it's about Mizutani getting the shit tickled out of him.

"Hanai... Hanai, PLEASE!!" Mizutani wheezed out when the taller one started kneading his hip dips.

"'Hanai, please, please stop Hanai!!'Is what u were gonna say right? Well no matter how much tou beg, or plead, you'll still be here, under my hands, laughing to death." He started circling and scratching inside the latter's navel. "And right here... is you second death spot, am I right?"

Mizutani kicked behind him, grabbing Hanai's wrists, trying to pull them away, but sonce he was so weak to tickles, it didn't rlly help him much. "God!! HAHAHAHANAI!!! Quit. Yohohour. SHIT!! AHAHAHHAHA!!"

"That's not very nice Mizutani, why you gotta be so mean... Just for that... maybe I should go here!!" The bald teen squeezed once, and that was enough for the red head. He screamed and started rapidly punching the air and hitting Hanai's face.

"Hehehy, quit hitting me jackass, someone come help me." He started fighting Mizutani, it was a really funny sight. He tried grabbing for the other's wrists in which he achieved. Kanao went to go help him, pulling his arms straight above his head, sitting on his elbows with his thighs squishing Mizutani's head, not hard tho, I promise. Hanai, laid sideways on one of his legs, spreading them open, so he can tickle inside his thighs. That's his most ticklish spot, if you couldn't guess that. He had his other leg open wide with Mizutani's leg between Hanai's crossed legs, making him super imoble. "Ready? 1... 2..."

"WAIT!! Waitt... please, please stop, Hanai!! Don't tickle me there, I'm serious!!!" He started crying... well not exactly, but there were tears pricking at his eyes, nonetheless.

"'Hanai, Hanai, don't tickle me there, I'm serious.'" Then he did. He digged one single finger in his inner thigh and Mizutani went beserk.

"GAHHHH!! *wheeze* STO- *wheeze*" He fell silent. He started getting weaker and weaker by the second, and until he couldn't move around anymore, Hanai finally stopped.

"Hey, Mizutani? Are you ok-?" He got off of him with Kanao doing the same, the room went silent, everyone looked at the troussled teen. "Look, I'm sorry all right? You were just too ticklish I had to-"

"Get the fuck off of me, dammnit! You always do this. You'd tickle me till I can't breath, and I'm sick of it. I hate being tickled, but you push past that and do it fucking anyways, dick head. I'm leaving, I just wanna have some time to myself, no one follow me."

He really fucked up now, he was left in shambles. "Damn." Was all he could say. Then Momoe ran into the room after she saw Mizutani looking down.

"Hey, what happened in here?!"

"Hanai tickled Mizutani to the point where he couldn't breathe." Kanao mentioned.

"Hey! Don't be a snitch." Hanai lightly pushed him.

"What?! You literally embarassed the dude, you should listen to what he's saying and don't tickle him yk?"

"Woah woah woah, don't pin the blame on me now, ypu helped me!!"

"Yh well..."

"Well well well! Shut up man!"

"Both of you guys shut up. Hanai, how would you like it if I tickled you? Let alone in front of other people. Now I gotta go make sure he's ok." Momoe started walking out of the room, till Hanai stopped her.

"I wouldn't if I was you, he seems really pissed, and he said he just wants to be alone."

"Great." Momoe sighed. "You should really think what you did, and don't even for one second tell ME I'm being dramatic now, alright? This is about Mizutani, and how he's feeling right now, so if you'd excuse me I'm gonna go make dinner, and tell Mizutani it'll be ready in a lil bit when he's feeling better." Then she walked off, leaving Hanai speechless...

Didn't know how to end this, but it'll get better, swear. If not, it's all wraps for Hanai!! Lol jkjk.

[obey-me-mammon-lover69]

im kinda in the mood for angst 😤😤 if u could can i request the demon bros reacting to mc askin " why are you so mean to me" whether they make up or not its up to u

i just started obey me and some of the stuff the bros say get my feelings HURT ajajakkq

Angst is my bread and butter!! This will be fun for me...not for the boys. XD

I tried to make what they’re being mean about sorta vague??

Honestly, I don’t rlly like how this came out, but I don’t like anything I write so maybe it's just me.  I feel I’m missing something...

GN! MC

Warning: Angst

LUCIFER: 

“Why are you so mean to me?” Lucifer froze for a moment when those words left your lips, before quickly brushing them off. He’s a prideful man to a fault obviously. It isn't till hours later that the words start to sink in, he at first assumed you were just being a brat at first but after that, you had refused to talk to him for the rest of the day and it was only now, he was considering if he truly was being a bit to mean to you? No... no...it is the human that is wrong...but his brain continues to nag to him.

How he apologizes:  In a very subtle manner that makes it obvious that he still thinks he’s not fully in the wrong but wants you to stop ignoring him. He gives you a stuffed animal and a letter detailing what had occurred and how he maybe, just maybe...was a bit mean. If you accept that is up to you.

MAMMON:

“Why are you so mean to me?”  This hits Mammon hard, he immediately devolves into stutters and frantically tries to go back on whatever he said. Most likely call you names such as, 'stupid human' honestly. He knows how it feels to be called names all the time and for people mainly his brothers to be mean to him, and he feels really bad especially if you two have a close relationship.

How he apologizes:  Actually does say that he's sorry, and tries to butter you up with gifts he can't afford. He's still a massive tsundere about it tho, "All these gifts don't mean nothin' alright?! I just feel bad is all..."

LEVIATHAN:

“Why are you so mean to me?”  Chokes on his drink and immediately start fumbling with his words. He completely devolves into degrading himself, calling himself worthless and a filthy otaku who ruined his friendship because he's so horrible. He cannot take the fact he might be mean...even if he sorta is.

How he apologizes:  He doesn't. He just degrades himself so badly you eventually kinda just start to feel bad. Though that doesn't mean you have to accept that apology at all. If degrading himself doesn't work he starts trying to just act like nothing is wrong, but then he starts degrading himself again its a cycle...

ASMODEUS:

“Why are you so mean to me?”  Nearly pokes his eye out with eyeliner. He apologizes instantly, but it's not a good one, to be honest. It's something along the lines of, "Oh honey, I meant nothing by it. I'm sorry. Anyways-" Just brushes right past it. He probably doesn't even really think he's being mean. It isn't till you start ignoring him that it gets him...

How he apologizes:  Goes all out, a luxury spa day, gifts galore, praise and everything. He desperately desires attention and for people to like him, but the opinion he ultimately cares about the most is yours.

SATAN:

“Why are you so mean to me?”  Breaks a glass in his hands instantly. Him, mean? Do you have any idea how much meaner he could be? Takes a deep breath and apologize for any actions you may have perceived as rude. That's right, perceived. He does not admit that he may have actually been mean.

How he apologizes:  That's it, that's his apology. It isn't until he considers how prideful and Lucifer-like he's acting that he genuinely reflects and apologizes for his actions. He thinks his words should be enough, so he doesn't shower you with gifts like his brothers as an apology.

BEELZEBUB:

“Why are you so mean to me?”  Does not let this stop him from swallowing a massive burger whole like a snake. Apologizes immediately for making you feel unwelcome and offers you a single fry from his food. Only one. Honestly the sweetest boy tbh, just goes, "Oh my bad. I'm sorry." And goes on with his day.

How he apologizes:  Though he brushed it off at first and apologized, he still feels bad and continues to apologize over the next few days. Ends up giving you bites of his own food even more often than usual because he feels bad.

BELPHEGOR:

“Why are you so mean to me?”  Laughs. He is not as sweet as his twin. He thought you were joking with him at first and brushed it off because he never considered that he may be a little mean. I mean he can be ALOT meaner, and he knows you know that given what happened between you two...He does not apologize until you start withholding cuddles because you're angry with him.

How he apologizes:  Basically says, "I'm sorry. Can I have cuddles back now?" Tries to find out what he did wrong, and ultimately tries to change how he acts to not be mean to you. Though he struggles because he's very sarcastic and sometimes comes off as very mean.

[mrzombielover]

back w more könig thoughts

Massive praise kink oh my god. if he's too far into subspace even a single word of degredation can make him cry and not in the good way. He loves being called your pretty boy, he loves it when you give him hickies, and he loves it when you tell him how adorable he looks when he cries for you (the good kind this time)

The clingiest mf ever. After a few months, unless he's on a mission without you, you two will be attached at the hip. He doesn't sleep very well unless he's holding you, while he's away he has to have something soft like a pillow to hold while he sleeps to substitute for it or he can't sleep at all. When you're in a big group of people with him he'll be holding onto you in one way or another.

when he occasionally doms, he'll start out very soft but eventually get rougher and rougher until he's just drilling into you. He's got his eyes screwed shut and he's louder than usual because all he can think about is how good you feel.

This is me projecting but can't you just imagine this 6'10 wall of a man who's shy as fuck with a breeding kink? He doesn't even rlly want kids, he's too anxious for all the thing that could go wrong but dear god when you tell him how good he fills you up he just wants to keep going for hours.

Ok tjats all 🫶🫶

these are all so extremely correct i’m in awe i don’t even think there’s anything i can say to add to them bc they’re just too perfect

i feel so strongly abt how clingy he is you’re CORRECT i bet he just follows you around. he doesn’t even mean to be creepy just like whatever you’re doing he want to do too

also i NEEEED Him to dom me omfgbsbahshad not that i don’t enjoy submissive men (quite the opposite) but it’s just so hot that he’s so big and goes so dumb

basically yes yes yes yes you’re 10000% right with everything you said