#「Faceless Wanderer (Anon)」

[qingxin-dream]

Scara trying to protect us by shielding us close to him, maybe we’re pushing to a wall as he eyeballs it

Oh but the way it eyes smirk so menacingly as it finds its way behind us, it’s grip tugging our body close while the two versions of eachothers stare one down

ALSO IMAGINE WAKING UP AND SEEING THAT THING IN UR ROOM, CAUSE I KNOW DANG WELL HES A STALKER AND WE HAVE MO IDEA WHAT HE WANTS

oh god if canon wanderer and faceless wanderer ever cross paths, shit is going down.

this is a deadly situation. faceless wanderer is an anomaly, the manifestation of his own corrupted memories in irminsul. any wrong move could permanently alter canon wanderer’s past. or kill him.

canon wanderer instantly recognizes faceless wanderer and is utterly terrified of losing you. but he doesn’t let it show, a stone-cold grimace glazing over his features as he puts himself between you and his faceless counterpart.

he’d be damned if he was going to let this detestable reincarnation of his sins rob him of the only happiness he’s ever known.

[dontmeanyoudontmissit]

I think it's really important to reflect on when and how you're giving advice. It's so important to ask yourself:

Am I the right person to be giving this advice? (is it appropriate for me to provide this advice?)

Is this the right time? (will they be receptive right now?)

Am I suggesting something actionable?

[nobodywritingao3]

in shamefull company dream is not human, right? How long will he be patent with Tommy ?

spoilers lel

greamy weamy is Not human and he has been keeping an eye on Wilbur and Tommy. He's plotting and he will exist again soon

[ofglories]

What is something you want people to know right away about yourself?

|| Anxious Munday asks ; accepting!

Hmm. Something I want people to know right away about me...

I'm a very slow writer and at the same time I'm constantly flitting between various ideas and thoughts. So it's best to reach out to me via DMs or on discord since I tend to take a long time with drafts and answering asks due to that.

It's not anything against anyone, I just struggle with focus, genuinely.

[redheadspark]

Barry with #10 please! 🖤

A/N - This is great for Barry! Thanks for the request, anon!

Give Them Hell

Summary - Barry knows just what to say to make the doubt go away

Warning - A mixture of fluff and Angst

“What do you think, luv?”

“I think I wanna jump out the window,”

Barry snorted as he sat next to you on the bed, seeing you shift a bit with your eyes glued to the floor and biting your lower lip.  He reached over, lacing your fingers together to press your palm against your calloused one, your perfectly manicured fingers for the premiere glistening in the hotel suite light. Of course, Barry would be calm about this, he’s done this dozens upon dozens of times with both independent flicks and massive blockbusters.

But this was your first one on his arm, and you felt like throwing up.

Barry was never one to be out in the public eye with his personal life, he was private compared to any other actor his age.  Rightfully so, needing to build up his own reputation from the ground up without the aid of anyone else in his corner.  He kept his nose to his craft, even with the paparazzi hounding him on how his personal life was like.  So when you came into the picture, going on a few group outings with mutual friends and then Barry finally asking you out on a date, you should have known that dating an actor meant your own life would be on gossip pages everything once in a while.

And it finally happened, but not in the best light.

It was bad enough to see your face plastered on the mega gossip magazine, a picture of you and Barry out on a private date.  But the column that wrote about the “Mystery Girl” and how she must have cozied up to be with Barry for his fame and fortune, hit you hard.  It was hard to react to those words when you were working a stressful job 40 plus hours a week when you were trying to repair the relationship in your own family that was severed years ago.

But to be called all of those horrible things…that did hurt and was a low blow.

Barry consoled you when he saw you holding the magazine in your hands, tears in your eyes and the magazine nearly crumpled in your fingers.  He took the magazine from your fingers, smoothing it out to see what was printed with his icy blue eyes looking it over the letters.  You didn’t have to see the look on his face to know that he was just as mad from what he saw.  

“I shouldn’t let it get to me,” You mumbled, Barry still looking at the gossip magazine as you sniffled and pushed the tears away abruptly, “But I just…I hate what they’re saying about me,”

It was worst letting those words get to you, to make your mind wander on that deep part of your brain and always put yourself down.  The relationship you had with Barry was amazing, one of the best relationships you’ve ever been in.  It was the best you’ve ever had, and Barry with his tough guy persona in front of the camera melted away with you.  He was sweet with you, his words of flirtation and affirmation would bring out the best in you, along with his simple gestures of love.  He treated you like a queen, more than.  

So simple words from a faceless gossip writer should have made you doubt yourself with what you had with one of the best people in the world.

Barry finally crumbled up the paper in his hands, tossing it away from the pair of you as he held you close in his arms.  He said nothing, but the way he embraced you was enough for you to know what he wanted to tell you.  With an arm around your waist, another around your shoulders to keep you close as you clung onto him, there was more that was said in silence. He told you that he loved you, he told you that he never cared about what others thought about you two being together.  

“Those words are nothin’ but lies,” he said against your hair as you were holding him tightly, rubbing your back with his knuckles, “They have nothing else to do but make up lies.  I know you, and you are far more amazin’.”

You said nothing, letting all that he was telling you to drink in under your skin.  Barry was never afraid to say what was on his mind, whether it was light or sacred.  He was brash in nature, but he was genuine at heart.  He would never lie to you when it came to his feelings towards you, and to hear him say those words to bring you comfort and move you.

“I love ya,” he hummed to you, still having you tucked in his arms, “You mean more to me than anything, ‘kay?  I don’t think I’d be the man I am today if it wasn’t for ya,”

“Barry…” you said his name, but he shook his head to have you look up at him and see how he looked beyond sincere.

“I mean it.  You have made me better, and there is nothing or no one, not even a stupid magazine, that will change what I think or how I feel.  ‘Kay?” He asked, hope in his tone as you finally smiled for the first time that night.  Barry grinned, seeing that small flick of light back in your orbs again as he leaned in to kiss you and let the negativity float away.  

The magazine stayed on the floor, curled up in a ball with no more power in the words as Barry kissed you over and over.

“You know you can do this, right?” Barry asked as he leaned his shoulder against yours, “Premiers are a walk in the park,”

“They are to you,” You reminded him as he grinned and shrugged.

“Eh, I don’t take them seriously.  Some journalists and photographers are pushovers anyways, plus it’s about the afterparty anyways.”  Barry reasoned, you chuckling as he leaned his head over to touch yours.  Such a simple gesture, something Barry liked to do to ground himself with you.  The butterflies you had from the upcoming event were still evident, but not as bad now that you had Barry by your side and comforting you.  You could only think about those gossip magazines, the paparazzi that would hound you every once in a while when you would go to work, and even some of the comments from your co-workers and family members about dating a bold actor like Barry.  

However, none of that mattered when it came to Barry and how he adored you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” He said to you calmly, though he saw him crack a grin as you giggled and smiled at him, “Aye, see?  That’s the smile I wanna see when you’re on that carpet with me.  That smile will tell those naysayers who fuck off,”

“Barry!” You lightly scolded him as you smacked his arm, hearing him laugh as he stood up from the bed and pulled your hand along.

“Come on then, let’s give them hell!” He encouraged you, sounding so confident in himself.  And that night was one of the best nights of your life with Barry on your arm.

The End

Hurt and Comfort Prompt Session

[kumezyzo]

could you do a bf!sapnap headcanons (sfw & nsfw) seeing reader for the first time? she’s a faceless streamer and they’ve been dating for around 6 months and sapnap really wants to see her face and is reeeaaalllyyyy attracted to her, like off the charts attracted to her? <3

also can I be 🎀 anon?

thank you for requesting! ofc you can be 🎀anon 💜💜 this is very spencer reid and maeve donovan vibes

okay, note after I've fully written this, and i interpreted the 'dating for six months' as not in a relationship but talking/not technically bf!sapnap yet but is still referred to as bf!sapnap.... im sorry if that throws it off for you... or if i didnt wrote this in a way that doesnt make sense... mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap who loved hearing you speak when he didnt know what you looked like.

bf!sapnap who would send you voice messages to entice you to do the same.

bf!sapnap who hopes you get comfortable enough with him to show him your face

bf!sapnap feels his heart soar when he sees your face for the first time. he already had an image in his mind of what you looked like. but actually seeing you was ten times better.

bf!sapnap who wants to meet you as soon as he knows what you look like. not because he's superficial and wanted to wait until he saw what you looked like. but because he knows you're comfortable enough around him. he just wants to finally be able to hold you, feel you, kiss you.

bf!sapnap who just takes in your physical appearance the first time he sees you. he practically has heart eyes holding your face and hes examing everything about you from your lashes to the texture of your skin. hes seeing it for the first time in a way that isnt behind highly defined pixels.

bf!sapnap who kisses you for the first time. he feels butterflies in his stomach and his face turns bright red at the idea of being with someone as pretty as you. it makes him feel special.

bf!sapnap who thinks you look so much better in person. like the screen of his phone distorted your beauty.

bf!sapnap cant get over the way you style your clothes to fit your body, the way you hold yourself, the way you walk. he doesnt understand how someone could be so attractive.

bf!sapnap who can barely contain himself when hes around you. but he after all this time, he cant stand not being around you.

bf!sapnap who waits for you to initiate anything sexual with you. especially after experiencing you getting comfortable enough to even show him your face, he almost doesnt wait.

but he wants to be with you in such an intimate moment. his mind is wandering and he tries so hard to keep the ideas as just ideas.

bf!sapnap who tries to hold back the first time you have sex.

he's practically shaking by the time he's hovering over you, taking in your appearance in the way for the first time. he's restraining himself, keeping his head as clear as possible.

bf!sapnap who almost cums as soon as he's inside of you.

he has to think of anything else than your body, the way you moaned when he bottomed out, the way you're subconsciously squeezing him. his face is buried in your neck and taking deep breaths. but even your smell is making it hard for him.

bf!sapnap who starts fucking you slowly but doesnt change the pace. for his own sake.

"nick..." you moan softly, playing with the hair on the back of his head as he thrusts slowly. he hums into your neck. "nick... faster... please."

"shit... okay, baby..." he tells you, moving fast enough to feel different. but not enough for how long you've waited for this.

"babe... just fuck me," you whisper in his ear, hoping to get a reaction out of him. "i need you to fuck me..."

bf!sapnap who practically loses his mind at your words. It's like a switch inside of him flips. and your moans are what is fueling him to keep going.

"shit peach..." he says when he sees how your face is just as fucked out as he feels. his thighs are covered in a mixture of your cum and his. every thrust sounds wet and loud, sending butterflies straight to your core. "so fucking pretty.

bf!sapnap who has you sore and aching the next morning. but he will hold you with such a dopey smile on his face, kissing all over your soft face.

"you're so cute," he tells you when hes kissing the hickies he left on your chest. your keep whining in embarrassment, hiding your face from the way he looked up at you so lovingly.

"im sore," you tell him as he makes his way down to your thighs. he scoffs and spreads them softly, kissing your inner thighs. he smiles at how your flinch when he runs a finger through the folds of your pussy.

"youre so cute, peach."

lowkey hated my writing in this. im sorry its such ass. -nony

[erinawritesheadcanons2]

Hello, I came because I was looking for things about creepypasta, it's been so long that I really think it's already a little dead- and I saw your writing about them so I came to ask something about that if you still write for them well am I lucky? Anyway, here I go…

slenderman with someone who hangs on him like a koala-

you can include his reaction when it first happened if you want

Slenderman, Jason The Toy Maker, Laughing Jack and Splendorman with S/O who Hangs On Them Like a Koala

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A/N: Thank you Anon for requesting this HCS! I'm sorry for the long update, it has been such a hectic day because of college and research. I hope you understand! Also, this is one of the funniest requests I have received and this makes my day. Thank you for requesting.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: None except profanities

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Slenderman

It is canon that Slenderman is very tall, above than ten feet tall so it was no wonder many people are scared of this faceless creature and no one has a gut to mess with him.

So it is no surprise that you are imagining yourself hanging onto your romantic partner like a monkey that is hanging onto a tree, it is quite an amusing sight.

Because of these thoughts, you finally have the courage to do it just to see your boyfriend's reaction if you are hanging onto him and latching him like a koala would.

Slenderman's first-time reaction when you hung onto his arm like a koala, he was not only surprised but he was also quite confused about why are you hanging onto his arms.

"Darling, why are you hanging into my arms like this. Do you realize that...I am not a tree?" He raised his unexistent eyebrows in confusion.

The second time you are latching up to him and hanging onto his arms like a koala. He is not as much as surprised as before but he was still confused like the first time you were hanging onto his arm before.

"Why do you hang onto his arms like that? Is there any purpose? Or are you just bored and want to entertain yourself by clinging to my arm?" That is mostly what would Slenderman ask himself when looking at you while you are still hanging onto him.

As time goes by and you're always latching up to his arms like a koala would, he would just gonna let you be even though it would annoy him sometimes when he is busy.

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Having Slenderman as your romantic partner has its own perks, especially if you are a book and literature lover because your boyfriend does collect some fiction books with great plot stories and characters. You have free access to your boyfriend's private library and his office room without getting killed in the place.

However, that does not mean you can be fully entertained even if you have this access and you need more than just Reading books to make yourself not get bored. The poor (Y/N) NEED more, it could be going outside and wandering around in the forest, interacting with the other proxies, or anything that just can kill your boredom.

The grandpa clock on the wall still ticking painfully and Slenderman is busy reading the books that he got from stealing other creatures' libraries, for what? Who knows, you never understand your boyfriend's mindset and goal.

Not wanting to die out of boredom, an idea popped and crossed into your mind and the corner of your lips tugged upwards but it was stopped immediately by Slenderman's words."(Y/N) darling, please don't even think like that. I am busy reading this book and don't bother me." But that did not stop the (Y/N) (L/N). Walking very slowly towards your tall faceless boyfriend, there was a buzzing noise in (Y/N)'s head but she/he/they decide to ignore the sound as it gets louder and louder whereas you were getting closer to the faceless giant in front of you. Without any second thought, you leapt into the air as the calves of your legs used as a spring.

"(Y/N)-!" Slenderman accidentally threw his book away seeing you suddenly tackling him. Both of your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso as well as both of your legs. An innocent smile adorned across of your face with a twinkle in both of your eyes that shows 'mischief." He was standing there, frozen in surprise seeing you acting like this but it did not last long before Slenderman takes a deep breath.

"Fine....just don't bother me while I'm reading," Slenderman mutters.

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Splendorman

Now Splendorman may be as tall as his older but he was a little bit shorter than his faceless stuck-up brother so it also means you can hang onto your boyfriend, Splendorman.

Unlike his brother, Splendorman has also more patience than his brother so it was no surprise that you didn't get unpunished by his reaction when you were hanging onto his arms.

There would be even a time he is encouraging you to climb him and then hanging onto his arms like a koala, then. He would laugh because he thinks it was rather funny.

The first time this happens, Splendorman was very surprised by you climbing and hanging onto his arms like a koala. He did not expect it but he did not mind it instead, he find this sight amusing.

He could not help but let out some small giggles here and there while watching you do that. he thinks you look adorable like this and even sometimes even offers you some candy while you are climbing his arms.

Not only he does gives candy to you to make you happy but he also swings his arms gently to rock you if you are getting bored and need some kind of challenge, he wong swings too hard to make you fall off.

He won't get annoyed like Slenderman does if you keep swinging or climbing him like a Koala every day, he just genuinely thinks you are bored and need entertainment or be affectionate.

Thus, if you want to cling to someone like a koala? It is better having him as the 'tree'. He genuinely thinks you look cute doing this to him.

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Lights are everywhere inside the carnival as well as sounds of people chattering around despite the sound was not from a real human. Those loud and lingering sounds actually came from the radio and the speaker just to make the carnival less lonely. A certain peculiar person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour had a date with a certain smiling man.

The two of you hold hands together with a blush adorning both of your cheeks, smiling happily and walking with the certain giant with a polka dot suit. He has been spoiling you since Valentine's day and today he brought you to his personal carnival which is less creepy than Laughing Jack's carnival.

"(Y/N) Sweetiepie. I have a surprise for you but you need to close your eyes and follow me," Splendorman's grin widened.

"What kind of surprise?" You ask him.

"Oh honey, it's a surprise. If I tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore," he puffs both of his cheeks playfully, making himself look like a squirrel.

"Alright, fine. Just don't give me a poisonous candy like that jerk, Laughing Jack," you told him

"I promise I won't," he gently put the blindfold over of your eyes before tying the end of the cloth.

His large and cold hands gently held both of your smaller hands before gently pulling you, "Follow me..." he whispers. Believing your boyfriend, you began stepping forward and following his voice as well as his lead, wondering what kind of surprise he is going to give you.

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It was quite a long walk and (Y/N) could feel both of their/her/his feet began aching in pain after a long stroll together with Splendorman. His voice reaches out to your ears once the two of you stop together, "Now, you can open the blindfold." Your heart began beating like crazy as if it was just gonna pop out of nowhere but you knew Splendorman will never endanger you in any way.

Lowering the blindfold carefully, both of your eyes widen in surprise to see several boxes laid on top of the tables with a pair of chairs facing each other. Of course near the table, there is an enormous teddy bear holding a red heart with a written 'I love you.'

(Y/N) could not help but the smile across your face brightens seeing all of the surprises that Splendorman gave you before you jump up to your boyfriend, squealing in happiness and wrapping your arms around his torso, nuzzling your head on the crook of his neck and hugging him as if he was a soft teddy bear.

The smiling man could not help but he was utterly surprised seeing your reaction but it did not last long as a chuckle escapes from his throat, wrapping his tendrils and arms around you and hugging you closer before his lips placed on top of the crown of your head, "I'm glad you like it, (Y/N)."

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Laughing Jack

Laughing Jack might be one of the tallest proxies in the mansion among the killers after Splendorman and Slenderman but he's also a little bit shorter than them.

Thus, he is also can be climbed like a tree and hugging him like a koala when you are getting bored. Unlike Slenderman, he did not find this strange.

He also did not find it annoying either. Just like Splendorman, he thinks this sight might be really amusing because he did not think you are going to pull this kind of stunt.

However, he is not as nice as Splendorman who he just gonna let you be hanging onto him like a koala peacefully. Nope, Laughing Jack can be a little bit of an ass.

The reason I am saying this is because he will in fact gonna swing your pretty hard just to scare you off and pretend he will gonna drop you just for shit giggles.

Oh, you are still not getting scared by that prank that he just pull out on you? he will do so much worse than just swinging you hard. Laughing Jack would even try to tickle you out of nowhere until you laugh your ass off and let him go.

He's not going to be ass forever though so don't worry about him keep being an annoying piece of shit. WHen he was nice, he would offer you a candy that is not poisonous and save for you to eat.

Sometimes would let you hang onto him while he is watching his favorite shows and would be sweet enough for cuddling you closer to his arms

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it was never a boring day having Laughing Jack as your boyfriend, he always had a bright idea to make the day more fun and enjoyable despite it can be sometimes really chaotic and could make Slenderman angry because of the mess. But it did not last long until recently.

Today there's supposed to be a mission given by the faceless man to you and your boyfriend by killing people who found out about their secret but those people already got handled by Jeff and Eyeless Jack on the day beforehand so the two of you had a free time after all of those dramas.

(Y/N) and Laughing Jack currently sitting on the couch together with the middle of the sofa are a bowl of wrapped hard candies that Laughing Jack had made for you and himself while watching whatever in front of the TV.

Both of the lids of (Y/N) eyes were getting heavy and heavier with each second, the boredom slowly going to kill them/her/him and going to make (Y/N) fall asleep at any second whereas the certain clown enjoys the horror show about a clown dismembering children. It's not really a TV show, it was a recorded video of him torturing children.

But it did not last long as your eyes opened once again and both of (E/C) eye colours landed on the monochrome clown who keeps giggling like a madman and an idea popped across your mind. The clown did not notice that you were moving very slowly, getting closer to him with each second.

BAM!

Laughing Jack yelped and then his eyes shited at the certain (H/C) hair-coloured killer who already tackling him down. Both of her/his/their arms wrapped around the monochrome clown torso and a smile danced across of (Y/N)'s face. Instead of getting angry, Laughing Jack laughed out loud, seeing what (Y/N)'s just did was hella hilarious.

"HAHAHAHAHA! YOU LOOK LIKE A KOALA!" He pointed out.

"I'm aware of that," you retaliate, popping the tongue out from your mouth.

"Hehehe, were you bored? I'm sorry my little kitten getting bored," he said before one of his fingers took one of the candies and put the sweet inside of your mouth. Accepting his gesture, your lips parted away and let the sweet glide inside of your mouth with a lemon-like flavour covered your whole mouth.

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Jason the Toymaker

Just like Laughing Jack, Jason the Toymaker might be a little bit calmer than Laughing Jack but that doesn't mean he hates physical touch, especially by you.

He might be not as tall as Slenderman and Splendorman but his height is almost the same as Laughing Jack (Which means, he is quite really tall).

So seeing you hanging onto him and cuddling him like a a koala latching on the tree makes his cold heart box melt seeing you like this.

Although he does finds it a little bit weird you're doing this because just like 'Am I really climbable? Why is (Y/N) clinging to my arms like a koala?'

Cuz he never sees adults doing this, he only sees kids doing this and his ex-friend too but that girl was when she was still a kid too although he did not mind it in the end.

He's less of a jerk like Laughing Jack because he's not going to scare you off on purpose just for shit and giggles but he does find it annoying if you do this when he is trying to make a doll.

Just don't hang onto him like a koala when he's working or he will give the scariest glare at you before he kicks you out of his room for distracting him from his job.

Overall, just like a Splendorman and Laughing Jack but much calmer than the two of them. Loves you when you're clingy like this, especially when the two of you hanging out together.

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Tonight was the day after all of the children he had brought turned into a doll and the certain doll maker finally had free time to hang out together with his S/O. Sweats have been trickling down from the scalp of his forehead and those dolls got sent away. Jason the Toymaker is definitely tired after all of the missions that Slenderman has given to him.

He could not wait to just hang out with you and spend the rest of the time together doing something relaxing or maybe going out to ease his upcoming headache. The certain red-haired killer trudges slowly from the abandoned hallway and leaves the dark hallway before he went to the closest room which is the living room.

Inside the living room, he can see the certain killer with (H/C) hair colour with a (H/L) Hair length, the particular person also has a pair of (E/C) eye colours as well as (S/C) skin colour on the screen in front of them/her/him. (Y/N) could not help but yawn as their/her/his finger keeps pressing on the button of the remote TV, keep changing the channels to find an interesting show but none of them made you get excited enough.

Jason could not help but silently chuckles as he sees your condition, he found it was a little bit funny but also a little bit sad that you're bored out of your mind. Even the news that shows the recent kill that proxies had done did not make (Y/N) giddy at all. Instead, it makes (Y/N) yawn harder than before.

Jason slowly approaches you as your ears pick up the sound of his footsteps getting closer to you and your eyes shifted to the certain toymaker. Despite he was grinning creepily, it was just his happy smile as he sees you, "Are you bored, darling?" Jason the Toymaker asks.

You did not say anything to him but to answer his question, you gave him a brief nod before you shifted your butt away from the couch, letting your boyfriend sit next to you. But your next action made the poor red-haired killer startled a little bit. Both of your arms wrapped around his shoulder with legs also wrapped around his waist, gently placing your head on his cold shoulder and nuzzling your head on the crook of his neck.

"Uhh..darling? What are you doing??" he asks, raising his eyebrows a little bit but also smiling a little bit, finding this scene to be amusing.

"Hanging to you like a koala...now shut up," you mumble.

Hearing your answer, Jason could not help but rolls his green eyes playfully at you before he places his long slender fingers on top of your hand, gently giving a soothing rub on the back of your head. He's glad that you're acting a little bit clingy today despite you look like a koala hanging onto him.

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[maybege]

What If - Part 4

Summary: Mandalore approached and you cannot help but feel like something is about to go terribly wrong.  

Pairing: alpha!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 6.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content, size kink (Paz is big-big), (semi-)public sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampies, knotting, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, Angst with a capital A, fluffy fluf

As we say in German “Was lange wärht, wird endlich gut” which is what I am using as my excuse for why this took so long. The truth is: depression is a bitch, real life is a bitch and creativity and time for writing are like the same side of two magnets that do not want to even go near each other. Anyway, we made it!!!

There are a few people I gotta thank for this. First and foremost the iconic, the brilliant @mostly-megan who not only suffers through all the random AU ideas I have (and there are a LOT of them) but also brainstorms with me. The Ragnar Scene and also a very (very!) lovely scene towards the end of this part would not exist without her and for that, I am very grateful. Then, of course, the ever-present, ever-lurking genius that is the Boba Tea Anon who is in the Paz trenches right there with me and encourages me in everything I do (even if it is just a – I promise one day I will do a Lord Huron Paz piece!). Also, a very special shout out to Neyo (@galacticgraffiti) who gave the Mando kids their names, suffers through The Horn Knee with me and is always there to cheer me on. And then, of course, all you Paz girlies (gn) who make me feel like a sane person while I ramble about a faceless man who appeared for a total of 23 minutes (if that) and is – canonically – dead anyway. You make sharing my writing worthwhile in the first place and I will be forever grateful for getting to share my writing with you.

And with that – on to the last part (and the new canon for me lol). Please let me know what you thought in a comment or a reblog!

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There was a certain impatience to him you had not expected at the last meal. When the announcement came that you were approaching Mandalore, Paz – who had spent the dinner between you and Ragnar – had pulled you into his lap, his arms like iron around your body. Ragnar had wandered off to the front with all the other foundlings, expectantly looking up at the clan leaders.

You had turned your face into Paz’s neck, trying to get his scent on you. You could not believe how you had only known this man for a few days – a week, at most! – and yet his scent was the only thing that seemed to calm you down. And it was no different for him.

The alpha’s hand immediately found your scent gland and you shivered as the soft leather brushed over your skin. It did not take long until he pulled his gloves off, settling them into your lap, before resuming his motions.

The nervous energy in the room was palpable but it was practically radiating off him and it inevitably affected you as well. Where you had been excited, if a bit reluctant, a few weeks ago at the prospect of reclaiming Mandalore, now there was only a strange sense of dread in your stomach. One that even the alpha could not dissolve.

“When you wake up tomorrow, some of us will set foot on our homeland for the first time in too many years,” Briggs announced, his serious gaze roaming over the packed hall, “I cannot promise you it will be easy. I cannot promise we will all wake up to the sight of Mandalore. But we will die trying.”

You could see Ragnar looking back at his father who tilted his head. A gesture meant to be reassuring but only resulted in you questioning whether Paz would be one of those dying. You shifted nervously, causing Paz to tighten his hold on your waist.

“Calm down, love,” he rumbled quietly behind you, “It will be alright.”

Forcing yourself to nod, you gripped his large hand tightly, trying to burn into your brain what it was like to touch him,

“Rest well and rest assured that tomorrow will mark the start of a brand new era,” Briggs raised his glass, “And let us toast to our home!”

“To our home!”

Everyone lifted their glasses and the conversations resumed, a constant background roar that reminded you of the countless fates that were tied to the success of this mission. A strange feeling started in your chest, and not the kind that Paz’s presence usually caused.

You shifted again, watching as the crowd dissipated and the foundlings were walked off to bed. Their excited chatter moved down the hall and something cold clenched your heart when you watched Ragnar wave at his father.

Immediately everything quieted down. With everyone returning to their own conversations and the hall being considerably more empty now, Paz did not waste any time. His hands landed on your thighs and you managed a wobbly smile.

 “What is going on in your pretty head?” he asked you, his fingers skimming over your thighs, “You’ve been squirmy all evening.”

“Who says something is on my mind?”, you popped a berry into your mouth, grimacing at the sudden sour taste.

“True,” he laughed, “You might have just spent dinner thinking about when you can finally sit on my cock again.”

“Paz!” you gasped, “you cannot – I mean – what if –“ You glanced around with flushed cheeks, relieved to see that no one had seemed to hear his indecent theory.

He laughed again and the sound made your heart and body melt. “I will never tire of making you flustered,” he murmured, his big hands pulling you closer, “Though I actually would not mind having you cockwarm me tonight, sweet omega,” his fingers brushed the underside of your breasts and you shivered, “I would be lying if I said I could ever get enough of you.”

“I actually had something similar in mind,” you admitted shyly, slipping off his lap and enjoying the way his hands followed you and his body leant into you. As if he wanted to keep touching you, as if he never wanted to let you go. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled.

“I … would like to try something?”

He leant back, his legs spreading with the movement and your teeth dug into your bottom lip at the sight of the obvious bulge in his pants. “Oh yeah, omega, and what would that be?”

You made a few steps away, making sure that your robe (a dark blue, just like his armour) swished around your form as enticingly as possible. Paz’s head turned to follow your movement from your place in front of him to a chair in a dark alcove, dressed in shadows where you knelt down right in front of it.

The big alapha hummed, rising to his feet, knowing exactly what it was you had in mind. “I think I can get behind that idea.”

From the other sounds that were floating through the cantina, you knew that illicit things were already well underway. Most of them likely more graphic and adventurous than what you had in mind. Still, you felt a little nervous at the prospect of sucking Paz Vizsla’s cock.

But for some reason, this was exactly what you needed. You wanted to bring him pleasure, so much pleasure.

You watched as he pulled off his cape, folding it expertly before motioning for you to stand. He dropped it on the floor, his hand steadying your elbow as you sunk down on the soft fabric. “Don’t want you uncomfortable,” he announced, before sitting down in the chair.

He looked big like this, bigger than usual. And oh so confident it already made your panties wet. His knees spread, the trunks he called thigh caging you in and you watched with bated breath as his fingers undid his codpiece, expertly freeing his cock.

He was already hard and dripping precome, the knot at the base slightly inflated and you squeezed your thighs. It was not like you had never seen his cock before and it certainly was not as if he had not fucked you before. Yet, the sheer size of him and the thought of taking him in your mouth overwhelmed you a little.

Where were you supposed to start?

But when one big rough hand closed around his shaft and Paz started to jerk off right in front of you, you could not help but to simply … dive in.

Opening your mouth as far as it would go, you closed your lips around his tip, one hand struggling to fit around him. The grunt he let out, paired with a twitch of his hips, had you smiling around him.

“Stars above,” he cursed, “Warn a man next time, won’t you, love?”

You looked up at him, teary-eyed, while your tongue licked the underside of him. Or at least the part you could reach. He was heavy in your mouth, heavy and big and he tasted of something that made you want more. Slowly, you moved forward trying to take more of him but soon enough, he bumped something at the back of your throat and you sputtered.

Before you could panic about breathing, Paz had pulled out of you, his large hand cupping your cheek while the other was still wrapped around the base of his cock. “Deep breaths, omega,” he soothed you, his hand leisurely stroking himself, “You are doing so good for, trying to take it all.”

“You’re so big,” you marvelled, wrapping your hands around him, “I want it all, alpha, I – Paz, I really want it all.”

“Want my help?” he asked, “Might have to be a little rougher, though, sweet omega, and I can smell how much that turns you on but I need you to tell me – Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly, darting your tongue out to lick at him. “I am sure, alpha,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip, “I promise.”

“If it is too much, tap my thigh three times, understood?”

You nodded again, shifting on your makeshift pillowed. Your thighs were already drenched at this point and you wondered whether you could come just from sucking him off. It seemed like you would be able to do a lot of things when it came to Paz.

His grip on your face loosened just the tiniest bit. “Open up for me,” he ordered, pulling your face towards him, “There we fucking go. Gorgeous.”

“I will never tire of this sight,” he groaned, “You struggling to take my size, trying to be so good for me,” he shifted, his hips surging forward and you smiled with pride when you did not gag this time, “Can I go deeper, love? Is that okay?”

With your position between his legs, your jaw wide open around him, you could not really nod. But Paz seemed to recognize the excited twinkle in your eye because you could hear the grin in his voice when he muttered a “Stars, you’re perfect.”

You took great care to keep your breathing even and through your nose, experimentally swirling your tongue around him every time he pulled out of your mouth. His thrusts grew heavier, his hold on you tighter and you swore you were this close to coming just from the sheer sight of his shaft covered in the sheen of you.

It was not long before he came in thick spurts on your tongue. You struggled to swallow it all, your throat working overtime as you did your best to swallow around him. “Good girl,” he praised you, “My good fucking girl.”

Your heart jumped in your chest as you licked him clean, not quite ready to let go of this intimacy.

His hand came to your chin, gently scooping up some of the come that had spilt from your lips. “Here you go,” he offered his coated thumb and you sucked the digit into your mouth without hesitation. You could never get enough of his taste.

“Let’s retire for the night, love,” he suggested, “We have a long day ahead of us.”

*

By the time you got settled in your bunk, you knew it was only a few hours before everything would start. Before you had to say goodbye.

Paz had excused himself, leaving you to get ready for bed alone before he appeared by your side, dressed completely in his armour.

“Are you okay?”

“Said goodbye to Ragnar,” he explained, sitting down on the little cot, hunching his shoulders over so he would not hit his head.

“Oh.”

Somewhere behind the curtains, someone snored.

Paz grunted when he laid down, his giant arm reaching out and pulling your back to his front.

“Is this okay?” you asked quietly, “It’s a tight fit.”

“It’ll be okay,” he murmured, grunting when he pulled the curtain closed, “I will not spend my last night without my calmer.”

“Aren't you uncomfortable?” you asked, your voice small, “With – with the armours and me and all the …”

“I will not spend my last night without my calmer,” he repeated, leaving no room for doubt. It took a bit of shuffling to turn you around but when you finally were facing him, you already felt much better. You tucked your face into his neck, breathing in his scent as he wrapped both arms around you.

Your heart was squeezing so hard in your chest that the emotional pain became physical.

What if this was his last night? What if you would never see him again?

And what if you did? Would it ever be like this again? Would he want to keep you as his calmer (or more?) when Mandalore was finally reclaimed?

Paz shifted, his large hands running over your back until one settled at the back of your neck.

“I got you,” he rumbled, “You’ll be safe, omega, I promise.”

You swallowed away the need to tell him that it wasn’t your safety you were worried about.

 *

The next morning was worse. It barely qualified as morning and you were sure you had not found any sleep. You had just been shifting all night from side to side, desperately burying your nose in his neck to soak up every little bit of his scent that he could give you.

You were not sure if Paz had slept either but when the alarms sounded in the room at the same time, it took him a minute to get up. Everyone was shuffling around the packed room silently, most of them already dressed and armoured. Ready to descend to the surface of Mandalore.

Despair was clawing at your insides. You felt like you were watching something from the outside that you knew would fail. That you knew would destroy everything you held close to your heart.

And yet, you watched helplessly as they lined up, preparing to board the ship that would take them into the atmosphere.

It was silent – eerie – as if everyone knew something big was about to happen. And you couldn’t move from his side. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. You needed to be here with him.

You watched as Paz double-checked his weapons and your mouth quirked up as you remembered how the man had seemed like a weapon on his own the very first time you had seen him. And how true it was, now that you saw guns and rifles packed to every piece of his armour that could carry it.

Your smile fell just as quickly as it had appeared. Would this be the last time you got to see him?

You had been scared a lot of times in your life. Like when your parents had taught you how to swim and you had been convinced you would sink to the bottom of the sea. Or when you had taken a bad fall in one of the hiding places and scuffed your knee. But that childish fear of creatures and heights was nothing compared to the existential dread that settled in your stomach.

It wasn’t fear that something could go wrong it was fear that you knew something was going to go wrong.

And could you really risk this?

“You, uh, you will come back, right?” you whispered, already hating how needy you sounded. But you needed to hear him say it. You needed Paz Vizsla’s words to be the ones to tie you to the hope of a future together.

“Someone already scared for me?” Paz tilted his head and while you knew this was supposed to be a joke, his voice did not sound very light. Like he knew it too. That feeling.

“Well, I mean you have Ragnar,” you shrugged, pulling the cloak closer around you, “And I mean your tribe needs you, you are a great warrior and –“

“Exactly,” he interrupted you gently. You watched as he approached you, his steps heavy and measured and you swallowed. “I am a great warrior,” he repeated with his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Which is why I will come back to you.”

“But –“

“Listen to me,” he whispered, his hand cupping the side of your neck, scenting you so gently your eyes fluttered close, “I vow to the stars, I will come back to you, love.”

That was the last thing he said to you before he boarded the ship.

*

If somebody asked you what happened during the time you were waiting, you would not be able to tell them. As soon as Paz embarked on the with the scouting group, it felt like time stood still. You barely knew what you were doing. You were pacing the entire length of the ship it seemed, Ragnar keeping you company for a few of those pacing trips before he distracted himself by playing with the other foundlings.

You tried to approach your feelings rationally. You had spent a lot of your time these past few days in close proximity with Paz. He was an alpha, you were an omega, obviously there were some biological components that could have contributed to your feelings for him.

But that was exactly it. Your feelings …

At the thought of Paz not coming back, it felt like your heart ripped into two. You could not fathom a world without him in it and, more importantly perhaps, you could not fathom your life without him in it. You wanted him to come back and when all the tribes settled in their parts of Mandalore, you wanted to be as close to him as now. You wanted to spend your evening with him and Ragnar and you wanted to know what his days were like, what his role was in his clan.

Whether he wanted to keep you in his life as well.

Waiting was pure torture. Communications were cut and all that remained was the cold silence of the ship. You avoided the cockpit and strategy meetings, Briggs (thankfully) seemed to understand your reluctance and did not press you on the matter. Until Axe Woves came to warn the ship of the Imperial that had settled on the planet and the fight that had broken loose.

That was the meeting you had insisted on attending, hoping that – in whatever capacity – the stoic alpha might drop some comments about the people on the surface.

“Is,” you swallowed, “Is he well?”

The beskar-clad man, much to your frustration, said nothing at all.

Which was not very helpful.

The fight continued and troops were dispatched and you stayed, keeping the foundlings safe and quiet. In fitful dreams, you heard yourself confessing your love to him just before he disappeared never to return again. You woke up with cold sweats until you crawled into his bunk, pressing your nose into his pillow and willing yourself to think of a future in which he came back to you unharmed.

Sometimes, you could hear Sluice and Chants converse about what to do if it all failed. Whether to settle back in Nevarro was another possibility or if the tribes should stick together to find a new home.

All you could think was that you would not leave Paz on this planet.

You could not leave him.

It was morning when the announcement came. You had buried yourself in his cot, his sheets pressed to your nose as you took trembling breaths when the PA system stuttered to life, the mechanical voice echoing through the empty hallways.

You had retaken Mandalore. The air was breathable and you could safely land on the surface to meet the victorious troops.

The joy and excitement that spread through your entire body could not be described. Nothing could happen to wipe the smile off your face as you frantically searched for the one good dress you wanted to wear when you saw Paz again. You wanted to please him and kiss him and tell him you loved him. And maybe, if you were very lucky, he loved you too.

Stars, how you hoped he would.

But that elation stopped short when you set foot onto Mandalore. You could not even look at the surrounding landscapes, the fallen home of your ancestors – when you spotted the group but no Paz. A quick glance around did not reveal him either and suddenly the feeling of dread was back again.

Briggs was standing there too, and you knew the man long enough that when you saw his eyes getting glassy at your sight, he did not need to say anything anymore for the tears to fall.

This was it then.

You always wondered what it would feel like to live with a broken heart. Now you knew.

The pain in your heart was unbearable and you suddenly wished that you had never left the bunk this morning. That you were still curled up in his scent and his blankets without the knowledge that the alpha you wanted to spend your life with was dead.

“Where is my buir?” Ragnar asked somewhere behind you and you could hear it in his voice. How he tried to sound strong but he was just a child. A child without his father.

He made his way to the front and stopped by your side. You put your hands on his shoulder.

“I am sure he will be fine,” you assured him, not believing your own words, “He – he must have … another mission somewhere, right?” you looked to Axe Woves who avoided your gaze, “Right?”

Ragnar grabbed your hand. “Bu said if he is late, I need to distract you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because we're family,” he said it so effortlessly, “and because I know he will come back but you might worry and you shouldn’t worry.”

You were not sure what happened first: the stopping of your heart or the break in your breath. Paz told him you were his family? Ragnar considered you … his family?

“Do you wanna play a board game?” the boy asked and the breath rushed back into your lungs, “Bu taught me a few games for when I wait for him to come back.”

“He did?” you asked, your voice faint as you followed him back to where someone had set up a small open-air cantina at the ramp of the ship. You ignored the looks Briggs and Chants gave you. Ignored the way that Bo Katan bowed her head as if to pay respect to you as if you had something to mourn.

Not now, you told yourself as your heart cracked in your chest. Maybe tomorrow you could bury yourself in Paz’s bunk, breathing in his scent until there was nothing left but your own grief.

Tomorrow, you promised yourself, Tomorrow I will know he is dead.

*

The sun was setting over the mountains and Ragnar made no sign of stopping the game anytime soon. He had patiently explained the elaborate card game to you before dealing the cards. And then he had continued to play with you the entire day. Sometimes, people joined you for a round or two. The first had been Din Djarin – the man with the green baby. He had not said anything but you could feel the sadness coming off him in waves.

Then there had been The Armourer who had stayed for only one round, occasionally speaking to Ragnar about his helmet ceremony (the first having been interrupted only a few weeks prior). She was followed by Sluice, Bo Katan and finally, Briggs.

“Mind if I join?” the older man had asked, only sitting down when you nodded.

“Not at all,” Ragnar spoke up, relieving you of the to find the energy, “Do you know the rules?”

Briggs had left after two rounds, his warm hand on your shoulder the only indication of what he had come here to say. My condolences for your loss.

The tears had burned hot in your eyes but you forced yourself to keep playing. Ragnar won most rounds and the one he did not, you were fairly sure he lost on purpose. “No worries,” he assured you with childish wisdom, “Sometimes it takes a little longer to get the rules.”

“That is okay,” you forced yourself to smile, “How about we take a break for some food?”

“Good idea!” the boy jumped up, “I will get some of the berries and you stay here and watch the cards!”

Before you could protest, he had raced to the small buffet table.

You both welcomed and feared the moment of solitude this afforded you. It allowed you to take a deep breath, to let your shoulders and your guard fall. Maybe even a few tears if you were quick about it. You did not want Ragner to see you like this. He seemed to be determined that his father was alive and well – that he would return – that you could not bear to be the one to break his heart.

“Bu!” Ragnar shouted and you whipped around immediately. It took you a moment to find Ragnar but when you did, he had his arms wrapped around the legs of a large man. A man dressed in dark blue armour.

 “Paz,” you sighed, feeling tons lighter. Ragnar threw himself at his father who caught him though you did not fail to notice the way his legs almost buckled.

Stars he was hurt.

A new wave of panic washed over you and you did not realise you had stood up until the stoll toppled behind you. Several pairs of eyes were on you but you only cared about one.

Paz set Ragnar down and whispered something to him. You watched as the boy nodded, skipping off to Din and the Armourer. And then Paz walked towards you. Though walk seemed too weak a word for the way his heavy steps came closer and closer, his looming figure soon right in front of you.

Paz was right in front of you.

“You,” he growled, taking your hand without slowing his stride, “Come with me.”

“Paz, what happened?” you asked, trying to look him over, “Are you hurt? Did – Were those Imperials we spotted on the radar? Axe Woves and Briggs and – oh stars, we need to get you checked out and wait – are you bleeding? Where does it hurt maybe I can –“

A door swished open and you glanced around in confusion. This was not the infirmary. This was not even a proper room if the cleaning supplies on the shelves were anything to go by.

“Paz, you need – oh!” your hands gripped his shoulders tightly when he lifted you onto a surface. Was it a table? A counter? Stars, you could not bring yourself to care. Not when he was standing in front of you, panting like he had the fight of his life behind him.

Which he probably did.

Your heart clenched again, from fear or joy you could not tell.

His large hand fiddled with your dress and with a rip, your entire front piece was hanging off you in tatters.

“Alpha,” you cried, moving your hands from his shoulders to his chest, “Alpha, are you all right? I was so worried.”

The big man stepped between your open legs and you took a deep breath. The smell of adrenaline burned your nose but you could not help but notice the arousal that was in the air as well. He was angry and determined and the way he did not even look at his hands when he tugged on his belt made you glad you were already sitting down.

“Keep calling me that and I will be,” he grunted, opening the snaps of his armour and finally his fly.

Your eyes were fixated on his hand around his cock. “Pull down your dress,” he instructed instead, “I want to see your tits.”

You hurried to do so, almost ripping the fabric entirely in the process but you could not care less. Not when you had your dream of an alpha standing between your open legs, getting ready to fuck you. The ruined fabric pooled around your hips and the cool air made your nipple pebble. But then Paz was right there, the bulk of his body between yours and you could feel his cock against the inside of your thigh.

He pushed the tip of his cock against your folds, slowly circling your clit and you whimpered. Why did everything he did feel so good? “Ready?” he asked, spreading your wetness around and you found yourself wishing that you could see. That you could see how big he was against you, how his hand gripped himself, how his brows might furrow in determination and the set of his lips as he pushed inside you.

But you could not have everything in life. And for this moment, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls was enough. He was here, he was alive and he made you feel so stars forsaken good.

“Fuck,” you sighed, “Paz …”

“That’s good, huh?” he grumbled, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. You could feel your walls ease around him, your juices covering his shaft and the gland on your neck pulsed with the need to have him scent you.

He remained still for a few moments and you took a deep breath, breathing him in again and trying to get yourself to realize that he was alive. Your alpha was alive.

Paz started to move, then, and slowly pushed inside you again before building up a steady rhythm that had him deep, deep inside you. And all you could think, between bouts of pleasure, was that he was alive. Paz was alive.

“Fuck,” you whispered, your hand shaking as you gripped the edge of the table, overcome with emotion, “A-alpha, I was so scared. “

A particularly hard thrust had your hands fly around his neck. “I was protecting you,” he replied, his voice shaking, “You were never in any danger, omega, I would not allow it.”

“I wasn’t scared for me, you di’kut,” you cursed as you hastily wiped away the tears streaming down your face, “I was scared for you!”

Paz grunted at your admission, pushing inside you again and pulling you as close as he could with the armour in the way. “And I was scared of never seeing you again,” he confessed into the darkness between your faces, “That I was breaking my promise to you.”

“Wh-What,” you gasped, feeling his cock grow inside you, “Alpha, what is happening?”

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, “Sorry, ‘mega, sorry, I didn't mean to – oh shit, love, you gotta stop squeezing me.”

Easier said than done. In fact, it seemed impossible. Because as soon as you realized that it was his knot swelling inside of you, all you could think about was what it would be like to be knotted by him. Which turned you on beyond belief.

The mental image of him filling you up to the brim, the giant size of him staying inside you, made your walls flutter and your high approach so much faster. Paz’s movements did not stop and you could feel the ring at his base growing and growing, catching on your entrance with every thrust and making you yearn to keep him inside.

“Alpha, will you – Can you – oh!” he hit that spot inside you again that made your blood sing and you fell back against the wall, completely at his mercy.

And then the light went out.

Your body tensed with fright and you squeaked, thinking something had gone horribly wrong. But Paz did not seem deterred and you faintly remembered that the light switch was somewhere on his side of the room.

There was a sound you could not pinpoint, followed by a loud clatter and then his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you to him and you squirmed at how he folded you in half, his cock still nestled deep inside you and then he was … kissing you.

You gasped, the feeling of his lips familiar against yours and everything you had dreamed of.

“Fuck it feels good to fill you up,” he murmured, the praise making your cheeks warm.

Your legs were still trembling around his hips and you tightened your hold around his neck. Your nose bumped against his scent gland. Add that to the feeling of his smile against your shoulder and even retaking Mandalore could never rival the feeling of being scented by him.

“That good, huh?” he teased you, his lips moving against your skin.

He had some stubble that tickled your sensitive skin and you gasped, the sensation opening you up even more.

And then he pushed inside you one last time as you came around him. The knot at his base swelled with no signs of stopping, locking you together as he filled you up. You shivered at the feeling of him twitching inside you, spurts of come filling you up in a way you had never experienced before, increasing the pressure inside you that made your walls clench. He continued to rut against you, causing your clit to rub against his pelvis again and again, prolonging your peak.

After what felt like an eternity, you came down from your high, relishing in the feeling of him still pulsing inside of you. It was strange, something you had never experienced before, but the closeness made you sigh contentedly against his lips.

Paz was quiet save for a few grunts, his hands grabbing your hips, keeping you as close as possible.

“I’ve never been knotted before,” you admitted between kisses.

“Really?” Paz asked, his mouth pausing on yours, “How does it feel?”

“It feels kinda nice, alpha,” you whispered, pulling his face closer to yours again.

Paz did not say anything for a moment, his laboured breath loud in the small room. Then his hands cupped your face and you could feel his eyes on you and you wondered if he was able to see you despite the darkness. Probably not, after all, it was his visor that usually enabled him to do so. But he made you feel seen with how his thumbs brushed over the apples of your cheeks, still wet with tear tracks or how his lips softly landed on yours.

“I don’t think I told you yet,” he said against your mouth, “But you are beautiful. To me, you are the – the most stunning omega I have ever seen. When I was down there – when I … I dreamt of what it would be like to see you with my own eyes.”

A flutter started in your chest. An awful flutter of hope that had you thinking of futures beyond the next few days. He could not mean what you thought he meant, right?

“But you helmet –“ you started, trying to rationalize away the hope in your voice.

But Paz had other plans. “I want to court you,” he said, sounding as determined as ever, “Stars, I want to properly court you, love, whatever that entails for your clan but I asked Briggs and –“

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure that I did everything right,” he explained, his hand warm on your back, “So I asked him about any customs I might have to know, that last night before we left and – and for a second there it looked like I would never get to ask you. But I can, love, I can ask you now. Will you let me court you, ‘mega? Will you let me spend the rest of my life with you and Ragnar and all the other foundlings the stars let us have?”

“You – you want children, too?” you asked, feeling like the breath was stolen out of your lungs, “M-more than Rganar, I mean?”

You could feel his smile against your neck, the tip of his nose buried in the valley beneath your ear. “Course I do,” he confirmed, “Ragnar is the biggest gift of my life, I won't say no to that joy again.”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest and you could feel your walls clench around him. Paz moaned, his cock twitching inside you. “Is that a yes, then?” he asked carefully, his hand wandering up to cup the back of your neck. He moved away from you,

“Yes,” you breathed out with the biggest smile on your face, “Yes, Paz.”

The scent that surrounded you made you euphoric and you realized that it had been Paz all along. That sweet scent that made your heart beat faster and a smile appear on your lips? Paz fucking Vizsla.

“Open your eyes, mesh’la,” he asked you quietly, his breath warm on your face, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

And you did. Your eyes blinked open and it took you both an eternity and a second to get your eyes used to the seemingly blinding light of the storage room. But then your eyes met his and you saw Paz Vizsla for the first time.

He had dark eyes, just like you had daydreamed, and his hair looked just as soft as it had always felt. It was matted to his forehead in places and he looked … exhausted, like he had not slept in days. There were bruises on his cheekbones and you could see some dried blood and dirt on his jaw. But all of that was overshadowed by the brightest, biggest grin on his face.

It made the corners of his eyes crinkle and you could not help but smile back, absolutely in awe of the man in front of you. What were you supposed to say the first time you saw the face of the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with?

“You are handsome,” is what you settled on finally, carefully brushing your fingertip over his crooked nose.

He huffed out a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Thank you, my love,” he rumbled and your heart skipped a beat at him calling you his. Because you were, truly, whether you had realised it before or not, his.

“I love you,” you blurted out, feeling oddly shy.

“I love you too,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “There is no version of this life in which I do not love you.”

“You will have to tell me about your scars,” you whispered, your eyes roaming over his face, catching on one that cut through his eyebrow, “Every single one.”

“I will,” he promised, kissing you again, “We have a lifetime for it.”

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND

Dark!Joel Miller x Reader

Warning: violence, non descriptive death of a faceless attacker, beginnings of attempted sexual assault (not by Joel), planned manipulation, significant age difference, power imbalance, i have no specific timeline in mind but Ellie is not involved in this or even mentioned so maybe pre-TLOU

Word Count: 721

Summary: A chance encounter leads to a fated partnership. You were destined to be by Joel's side regardless of your opinion on the matter.

[a/n: this is a 2130 celebration request from someone who wanted to stay anonymous but apparently you can't send pictures when you send an anon message?? I didn't know that, but anyways this is for you non-anon!anon. Side note, I told myself I would allow myself one cheating drabble that can exceed 500 words as long as it stays under 1000 and here it is. 12 hours into the weekend and I'm already using my cheat pass lolol]

The meeting had been by pure chance alone. You were trying to find shelter from a storm and wandered into the same abandoned gas station that Joel had chosen that night. The initial plan to form, as he held you at the end of his rifle, was to send you packing. He wasn’t quite sure how someone as pretty and soft as you had survived this long out in the wilderness anyways. Especially alone as you were. However, you opened your mouth and won him over. You were charming and funny. Witty enough to keep him intrigued, and Joel found himself hypnotized by your smile. He didn’t think people could smile like that anymore. Not in this world. 

So, Joel let you stay. There was enough room in the hollowed out building and as the night wore on he likened you to light itself. Warm, energizing, and addicting. Everything about you seemed to brighten his heavy mind, and these days that was quite the feat. When morning came, when the storm passed leaving a foggy cloud of damp, warm air, you thanked him. Joel’s own words had caught him off guard, but he found himself offering you company. Safety in numbers, after all. He was even more surprised when you said no. You preferred to be on your own. You thanked him once more, said good-bye, and gave him one last blinding smile before turning on your heel and disappearing into the forest. 

The second you were gone, the second you took that light with you, Joel’s feet were moving. He followed. Far enough away to not be seen, but close enough to watch and wait. The world ending had changed Joel. Losing Sarah had changed Joel. The years since had only worsened and twisted that change further and further. He didn’t recognize the darkness in his mind, but it felt like an old friend these days.

Saying no to him had been incredibly stupid of you. Joel didn’t offer his experience and skill to many. You should’ve felt honored. He acquitted that to your age. You were young. Not even thirty yet. Still so much to learn. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t realize he wanted to be the one to teach you⏤ to protect you.

As the day went on, Joel saw you glance around nervously every once in a while. Good. The fact that you could feel his gaze on you made him applaud your senses. They needed to be fine tuned considering you had yet to actually spot him, but the raw skills were still impressive. 

The sound of running steps filled the air and if Joel wasn’t convinced that his actions were the right path then fate was sanctioning his every thought. Three men, raiders, were tearing through the trees right for you. Joel watched as they fell upon you. They underestimated you, just as he had, and their arrogance cost them. You managed to shoot the first two in the chests, but the third tackled you to the ground with menace in his eyes. Joel could see the intent from where he stood and he locked his jaw. He didn’t like watching another man touch what he already considered his own, but a lesson needed to be taught.

You screamed, the sound piercing, as the man continued to rough handle you. Even with the odds against you, you fought and fought. The raider clamped his hand over your throat and when his hand began to tug at your clothes, Joel chose that moment to step in. He stalked over calm and deadly. Those raiders were not the most dangerous creature this forest held⏤ he was. Joel swung his rifle around and fired a single shot clean through the man’s head. 

The raider slumped on top of you and Joel watched as you scrambled to try and shove the body off. He swung his rifle back around and jogged over. Joel ripped the body off of yours and you stared up at him with wide eyes as your chest heaved for air. Your pretty features were splattered with your attackers’ blood and Joel offered himself once more. An outstretched hand and comforting word. This time not as a stranger, but as your savior. With time, you’d learn not to say no to him.

[throwaway-yandere]

commissions are closed (slots: 2/2)

Hehe time to work ♡♡♡

Kofi link

Most information is in the picture!!! Here's some additional things I can't list in one PNG so please do read it!!!:

Commissioned works: (you'll notice why I said 1.5k+... Why do I keep writing much longer lol)

Saudade (Dimitri Blaiddyd/Reader)

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast (Wanderer & Pantalone/Reader)

Q: How do I give you a plot description??? Help-

A: Doesn't have to be so specific. Honestly I love vague AF prompts. Just tell me what you want to see in a fic and go "ansy i want a yandere dainsleif fic so bad where he's a king and he falls in love with you amidst a battle" like first off anon, "same bestie", and also my friend you should play Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Also, fair warning: I'd proooobably add some spices to your prompts. I got an anon request before that just asked for Ei taking away a reader's vision and I made it into a Shoguji fox!reader with Khaenri'ah plot elements.

Just like how Alhaitham values research autonomy, I have a thing for creative freedom too <3

Q: "Oh shucks I want to change the plot-"

A: As long as I haven't already started writing, do notify me. And as much as possible PLEASE give me all the details you want added and NOT added from the start. WARN ME IF YOU DON'T WANT A SUDDEN CANNIBAL!YANDERE PLOT TWIST- /hj

Q: Are you going to automatically post commissioned works on Tumblr & AO3?

A: Hmm hmm, sorry but I really want to post all the writings I do there… Dw, you can remain anonymous if you want. I just feel incredibly miserable whenever I don't post my works, especially if its finished ;;--;;. (I get sad whenever I remember my old enemies-to-lovers diluc x merc!reader fic who will never see the light of day.)

Q: Is it possible that you'd say "no" to my request?

A: Pats your shoulder It do be like that sometimes in life. If I feel like it's a super massive project, then yep. You'd get ur money back lmao

Q: Hey, can I make you write for a Canon Character x OC?

A: If you'd let me send you an Canon Character x OC copy then post a Reader Insert version, then sure!!!

Q: Is female/male reader okay?

A: Comrade I've always written things in "they/them" pronouns. At this point I believe I don't have a gender but for you bby I'd use whatever pronouns you identify with <33

Q: Are ships allowed?

A: Depends!!! Tell me what ship it is and let's see if I'm game!!!

Q: Is fluff allowed?

A: Are you sure… you trust me with fluff? Haha… Hahaha… It's allowed but are you sure you trust me wit- (if you make me write fluff, trust me, crack will somehow be added.)

Q: How about angst-

A: Y e s.

Q: How long would you take writing?

A: Depends if I'm busy with college or my health is acting up (I'd notify you right away abt this), my friend says "2 weeks to 4 months" is the most reasonable thing to say to this lmao but don't be surprised if its earlier than that.

Q: damm ansy this is expensive. $4 for a 1.5k yandere fic?

A: im sorry i just desperately want my husband dainsleif to come home some day… i need the welkin...

Q: You're new to this, aren't you? Why did you only list two fandoms?

A: Yep. And I only listed 2 cause Three Houses and Genshin are the only games I'm somewhat confident with my lore knowledge on lmao

Q: There's a question I didn't see answered in this description, Ansy.

A: Whoops, then please message my @throwaway-yandere account on tumblr!! I don't bite :D (or send anon asks at @faceless-ayato if you want to talk to the deranged yashiro commissioner. PS: he definitely bites.)

Q: "What am I, Mx. Ansy? Your mascot?"

A: You're… not? C'mon My Lord. You know you love talking to my anons.

Q: "…"

A: H-Hey hold on why are you holding the sereniteapot again-

[indigoidiot]

Hey I want to hear your thoughts on why you consider that project sekai’s concept to be psychological horror because I’m glad not only one to think too much about Project Sekai’s concept and setting

Before anything I wanna preface that I specifically think the Sekais are what fit the game into that post because all those games have some premise where you enter a place that's built up from someone's mind or feelings. Rhythm game, cards, and character motivations aside the concept of a Sekai being a world made out of one or several people's feelings/mind is what I'm focusing on.

Aside from Nightcord's Sekai literally being a reflection of how Mafuyu feels empty and essentially is an empty person and would be considered a liminal space if Hatsune Miku wasn't there. The characters and the virtual singers look on the bright side of this neat infinite space that they would be trapped in if they didn't have their phones anymore. The virtual singers are confined to their specific Sekai and peek out of phones like they're windows. They're aware of other Sekais and other versions of themselves in those Sekais. Like if this wasn't a gacha game featuring colopale's og characters and their growth as young adults trying to be musicians (for the most part) I can easily see a b side that looks past the anime antics of the virtual singers. Being self aware that you're a computer program/just one version of one greater part (Hatsune Miku) has great psychological horror routes to go after all.

Aside from this you see the nightcord virtual singers biding their time and wandering the infinite space of the empty Sekai because there's nothing there. I see it implied that the place loops like some backrooms nightmare scape too. The stage Sekai has a faceless crowd that without fail cheers its idols on with matching glowsticks. Have you ever thought about what the outside of the school in the school Sekai looks like? If they tried to leave it? Would there be anything there? Would it be like a fishbowl and trying to leave the confines of the school would have you hit a wall, or even just have you loop like the empty Sekai? Just the unknown of if a Sekai is infinitesimal or not can be easy psychological horror, one of the greatest fears is of the unknown, and funny enough Mafuyu's Sekai is the most KNOWN of the Sekais if you ask me.

This isn't to say the game of Sekai is itself a psychological horror because of these details, it's just that on a scale of using the concept of a liminal space that manifests out of some aspect of a person, Sekai uses it in not a horror game way where I'd say most other games would (Yume Nikki has straight up near empty plains that loop around as you walk through them like the Empty Sekai). Like, they use the Sekai concept to create worlds for their characters to interact with the virtual singers as creative guides and emotional aides, and that's fine I like that just fine. I just also enjoy works that delve deeper into what a physical space says about a person (persona 4 😔), and Sekai lightly touches on that specifically with Mafuyu and Tsukasa seeing as it's their Sekai and nobody elses. Mafuyu's is in your face but Tsukasa's is loaded with bright colors, stuffed animals as a nod to his playtimes with Saki, and in some aspects you could see it as an Inside Out sort of deal with his feelings presenting as so overstimulating so nobody ever goes unhappy. You can't not smile here. You're supposed to smile and be happy. Tsukasa's mission statement is to keep him and everybody else happy. So why not make his mental-scape an amusement park wonderland?

I have seen a couple fanworks that touch on a horrorish take on sekai's world mechanics, because yeah anon it is a concept that in a game with a different mission statement could definitely use it for horror. Yume Nikki and Limbus Company do just that (they are also both free). The existential horror of Hatsune Miku and the liminal space aura the Sekais have can easily get turned into a horror concept.

[qingxin-dream]

ME AND U WERE GONNA CREATE THIS CREEPYPASTA DOPPLGANGER SCARA <33

HE DEFINITELY IS A YANDERE AND WANTS TO REPLACE SCARA (but he knows he can’t quite to that the way he wants he’s limited with what he can do at the moment)

But if Scara had a lover, imagine its his assistant, IT will also feel that affection for them, even if it’s in its own gruesome ways

“Mm.. I cant be him can I, that’s ok I’ll just take you instead” he speaks like he’s hissing

HAHA YES ANON LETS DO THIS🤩🤩

i really like the idea of faceless wanderer being inexplicably connected to the real wanderer, especially if you think of him as the corrupted remnants of scara’s past that were supposed to be erased in irminsul.

nothing can truly be erased or forgiven, can it? no, it manifested into something far worse.

faceless wanderer feels what canon wanderer feels, but to an extreme degree. so while wanderer fumbles through his emotions around you, faceless wanderer is absolutely taken with you and stalks you incessantly. he desperately wishes that he could replace wanderer to know what it’s like to receive just an ounce of your affection.

just know the moment wanderer turns his back, his faceless doppelgänger is waiting to surprise you with his menacing, scarlet red eyes swirling with pure obsession.❣️

“Finders keepers, haha. Oh, love, I adore the way you quiver beneath me.”

[scr-ppup]

can i get some titles related to space,stars and clouds

Welcome, the cosmos has gathered veirs trinkets and found some titles that hopefully will appease the faceless anon. The eternal wanderer has created titles based off of the feelings the words/themes give vamp and the basic what they are made of and their forms.

Now onto the titles related to space, stars and clouds. Please do remember that any adjective (lovely, beauty etc) & pronoun (che) can be swapped to fit more. Apologies for such femine terminology usage on some.

A medium thin header of black background with white abstract lines that faintly resemble a part of the sun & moon in a repitive pattern.

Space › The cosmos, the eternal beauty of the cosmos, the one who floats the eternal darkness, the eternal darkness, the calm & cold, the freezing & suffocating presence, the feared & unkown, the unkown within the darkness, the dangerous & beautiful one, che who is the beauty in the darkness, the beauty in the freezing danger, the one who wrote the universe, the one who hops te spacetime, the spatial time hopper,

Star › The speckled one, the starry eyed, the shining starlight, the brightest star of the sky, the northstar of the canvas, the beauty of the night skies, the starry minded individual, che who flew through the darkness, the hope of others, the brightest one, the lovely one who is wished upon, the wishing star, the northern brightness, the one made of plasma, the plasma filled one, the one who lights up the sky, the one who is studies, the bright & cold, the old of the skies, the dotted constellation, the brightest of the star, the one who has been created from stardust, the stardust filled mind & body,

Clouds › the cloudy one, the clouded mind, the one who wanders the skies, che/the one who wanders the skies, che who lost itself within the clouds, the lost & wondering, the one who's head is in the clouds, the one who's mind wanders to the skies, the pillowy one, the one who glistens in the morning dew, the morning dew on a blade of grass, the dew, che who rains, the one who floats the homosphere, the cumulus cloud, the one who forms the cumulus of clouds, the hazy & featureless, the one without feature, che who is made of haze & fog, the fog within the wind, the fog of the mystery, the one who holds droplets.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Logbook Masterlist

E M O J I - A N O N S

8 1 : (🥗) (🌵) (👀) (🧪) (🧪✨) (💧) (👁️👄👁️) (🐞) (🌌) (🐟) (💠) (🌠) (🐰) (⚓) (🦉) (🌼) (🍊) (🍣) (🌟) (⭐) (💜) (🍙) (🦸‍♀️) (🐳) (🐄) (🥝) (🌰) (🥞) (🌸) (🎃) (🍁) (🥨) (💫) (✨) (🦋) (💥) (☄️) (🍆) (❄️) (🖤) (🧚‍♀️) (🐥) (🏃‍♂️) (🕺) (🍷) (🗿) (🦑) (🐝) (🌺) (🗡️) (🦊) (🎐) (🍵) (🍒) (🍍) (🍓) (🐛) (🥤) (🍡) (🍂) (🌷) (💎) (🍤) (🍀) (🎻) (💦) (🎲) (🚽) (🌈) (🍺) (⚔️) (💛) (🎨) (👨‍🚀) (⚜️) (🥢) (🐇) (🦦) (💀) (🌪️) (🍎)

N A M E D - A N O N S

(Resin anon) (Jean anon/Jean anon¹/tripulls anon) (Tiger lily anon) (Crocus anon) (Violet anon) (teletubie anon/🧪✨) (riebp anon/poor anon) (Tiktok anon) (running anon) (60k anon) (Xiao simp 2k 21?) (Flirty Voiceline anon/🍣 anon) (3.4k tofu god) (Dandi) (Cilly) (Collei) (Forgetful) (Glider) (Snowdrop) (Oreo) (Honeyflower) (Random One) (Sadistic Bitch) (Childe kin anon) (Puppet anon/🖤) (Amber dream anon) (Roki) (tofu hoe) (bwaap & emmory supremacist) (Papillon anon/🦋) (Chongyun anon) (Matcha) (Lurker) (5"11 girl anon) (Rook) (Pomefiore anon) (Minx) (5"7 anon/seven) (あのん) (Ruin Guard Anon) (angel anon) (5"1 anon) (Nik/🍤) (Sho/🎨) (Yandere anon) (Chills anon/👁️👄👁️) (Vagabond anon) (Kokomi anon) (Bean Girl) (Lynx/Daffodil anon) (Sleuth Anon) (Big Sibling Anon/⚜️) (Taka) (Justice Anon/Voyage) (Bali) (ER) (Ningguang mod) (cyno lovebot anon) (Lady in the lake) (borg) (fluff anon) (bloom anon) (bonk) (Pela anon) (just passing by anon) (Starry Wine anon/Cousin Asker) (Jackdaw Anon) (fifi anon)

M O O T S

(Kookie) (Yen/Heiayen/🌻) (Cala) (Winter) (Sweets) (Dandi) (Hannie) (Mama Archon) (Catty) (Rift) (Nyom) (Lato) (Bunz) (Lehra) (Lufurus) (Rei) (Amino) (Phoenix) (Lya) (Starfell) (Pengu) (Unreconciled) (Bee) (ambers-glider) (Ether) (Sucker) (Sparrow) (Mutsukitty) (Cherry) (Suki) (Tart) (Kaida) (Muff) (Albaedhoe) (Almond) (Lily) (lilykags) (Ascher) (Tragedy) (Villie) (Lenius) (Romanticaa) (Yua) (Tofuxiaociao) (Monica) (Chuu) (windbornevioletta) (Jovin) (Judgment) (Seagulls) (hamsters) (Venexus) (glxssyhexrts) (heusch) (Ansytea) (crimsonji) (perpetualcynicism)

D E E P W O O D - S T O R I E S

#𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢

Wanderer's Voicelines About Puppet Reader

Yae Miko's Voicelines About Puppet Reader

"Fontaine Alternative" Ending

Wanderer finding out who caused the kintsugi

Puppet Reader's Astraphobia

"Kouta" - their pet bird child

How the Interlude Quest is canon in Kintsugi

Good Ending Finale

𔓘

#𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨

Possible Endings

Fan sequel

The heart that was offered

The near-death connection

Tighnari's Letters heart!Tighnari

Incident 2.0

About Heart!Reader Voicelines

Post-2.0 Crying Session™

Heart!Reader gets struck instead of Tighnari

TCG Brainrot

S U B M I S S I O N S

Fluff anon Fanart Collection: Klee or Nahida Nilou Nishimiya

Lady in the Lake anon Fanart Collection: One Two

Rei Fanart Collection: Kasala<3 Faceless/Doodles

Rabbit Fanart Collection: Art Summary Yeha 2023

Poly Cynilou - Starfell

Cyno's VA signed print - Rei

Cherry lore - Cherry

Nilou & Me Fanart - Ansytea

2022 Art Summary - Rabbit

Hearts of Iron genshin - 🐟 anon

Way of the Househusband Kazuha - Pela anon

Niwa x Reader - Bloom anon

Poly Kavetham - insideous-beez

Komorebi (inspired by Kintsugi) - mhiieee

anon masterlist for 2022 and onwards

; 2021 anon masterlist

[wickedsrest-rp]

Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Further mining efforts by EER have left Wicked’s Rest in a state of disarray as the anomalous sludge has covered whole blocks of land. People and animals alike have become encased in it as well, unable to escape as it slowly hardens around them. Check out our final plot of the week of Season 1 for ways to interact!

Someone decided it would be a fun idea to put googly eyes on all the faceless statues that make up Watcher's Way. It seems to have given them sight of sorts and their curses have been a bit more widespread among those walking the boulevard.

Teenaged Halloween antics have taken a turn for the disastrous at Jericho Burying Ground. A group of college freshman went to the cemetery with a ouija board in tow in hopes of chatting up some spirits to celebrate Halloween. Considering all the ghosts wandering about the grounds, it was a very talkative effort that unfortunately led to some very pissed off ghosts turned poltergeists. All who enter the grounds now find themselves having any available object hurled at them.

Things have gotten pretty dangerous for hikers in Seven Peaks. Reports of many being seemingly thrown off cliffs or into dangerous monster-ingested caves have been coming in rapidly. Extreme caution has been advised to those using the trails out in Seven Peaks.

Starters:

What's going on for Halloween? Leila is looking for something fun to do for her favorite holiday

Be careful with your summoning this Halloween season, kids. Lil has specific rules for hauntings she'll be helping with and if you summon it, it's your problem

Halloween is strange and Metzli is unsettled that there are apparently children under the costumes

[gloryseized]

ashes to ashes, blood runs red, the master sword's mine! hope you end up dead <3333

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.

Hands meet together, loosely pinched before releasing. His left hand levels next to his side, patting down gently. Pointer taps to his temple before swinging forward, hand curling into a fist, thumb and pinky stepping out with a small push. Pointer finger again points directly in the air zig-zags a couple times before making a circle in the air.

Tapping his chest, his flattened palm chops forward. Both hands face upward in front of his chest, first reaching forward then drawing back. Connecting both hands together, he swinging his left hand back and forth a couple times in the air. Left hand starts wide to the right before pulling across his chest and closing tight. Pointing at the speaker, at the note, at the darkness, at the faceless moon in the sky, he chops his hand forward again. Flattened palms shift from right to left, before his left hand pinches together, first pecking at the corner of his lips and then his cheek.

<<Lost child, forever wandering alone. I will get the sword back and you will be brought home>>