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The sun felt warm as it shone against Talonâs skin, making his eyes grow heavy as he and his carriage slowly moved across Hyrule field. He had just sold some Lon Lon milk in Castle town, and left early in the morning so he could get home as soon as possible. Unfortunately for him, he wasnât a morning person, so he was doing everything in his power to stay awake. The last thing he needed was to fall asleep and get robbed by bandits.
The field was quiet and peaceful, the world not yet awakening from the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The gentle clip-clop of his horseâs hooves against the ground was soothing, and Talon began to feel too relaxed, finally giving in to his desires of dozing off.
A distressed whinny caused him to jolt awake. He looked around, expecting to be attacked by bandits or monsters, but all he saw was a small horse running to him, whinnying frantically at Talon.
âOh my, whereâd you come from, little one?â He wondered out loud, stopping his carriage and hopping off. The horse was noticeably young, with a beautiful chestnut coat and cream colored hair. It was a mare from what Talon could see, and looking at her coat, she seemed awfully familiar to him. She stomped up to Talon and gently bit his hand, attempting to drag him.
âWoah woah woah!â Talon pulled back, giving the horse a weird look. âWhat do ya think youâre doinâ little one?â
The horse whinnied again and started to shuffle to an area, clearly trying to get Talon to follow. Talon didnât have much choice but to follow; a horse only acted like this when something was wrong.
âWhereâs your rider?â He muttered, following the horse reluctantly. He didnât know what he was being led to specifically, but seeing the size of the filly with a saddle of all things made him worried for a young rider, possibly injured somewhere. Seeing that Talon was finally following her, the filly started to trot towards a cluster of trees, stopping at a patch of bushes where she began to stomp around, impatiently nibbling and nudging the leaves on the bushes. Talon let out a sigh when he reached the spot, looking around to see if anything was out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. Was this filly just lost and was panicking, hoping to get help? Talon had to admit she seemed to be a smart horse, but he didnât understand why he was led to a patch of bushes.
âAre you lost, little one?â He asked, watching as the young mare nibbled on the bushes. She nudged the leaves away with her snout while snorting, and Talon was able to catch a glimpse of blonde hair. He gasped and got on his knees, moving the bushes out of the way to reveal a young, blonde-haired boy with green clothes that blended in with the plants surrounding him. He looked to be about the same age as his daughter Malon, barely eleven, and his face was pale and covered in sweat. He wheezed as he breathed and he had a pained expression on his face, and Talon lightly touched his head to feel a burning fever. He frowned and began to shake him gently, seeing if he would wake up. The boy groaned and reacted to his touch, his eyes fluttering open. They landed on Talon immediately and several emotions flickered through his face.
âM-Mrâ BartâtenâŚâ He choked out, his eyes tearing up as he stared at Talon. The farmer blinked for a moment, confused about what he was saying, but he let out a sigh and went to gather the boy in his arms. The poor thing was clearly delirious, and he needed medical attention.
âItâs ok, kiddo, Iâll take care of you,â he assured. The boy felt fragile in his strong arms, and he whimpered in pain as his head rested against Talonâs chest. The farmer wasted no time finding a spot for the boy in his carriage, having to move some empty bottles out of the way and laying strands of hay to add a cushion for him. He gently laid him down, finding a quilt tucked away in the corner of the carriage and swaddled him the best he could. It didnât look comfy, but it was better than nothing. He tucked the empty bottles away to make sure they didnât fall on him, and he grabbed a spare rope to tie to the back.
âI hope you donât mind this, I have a feeling that boy is your rider,â Talon explained, tying the rope to the filly. The young mare surprisingly seemed willing to be tied to the carriage, and waited patiently as Talon hopped on his carriage, resuming his journey with more haste. He tried to keep a steady pace so the carriage wouldnât jostle, and so that the mare wouldnât be dragged behind, but he knew he needed to move fast if he wanted to get back to the ranch. He fortunately had medicine stocked up at home, knowing that if he, Malon, or Ingo got sick, he wouldnât have time to go back and forth getting more, so the boy should be fine when they got there. He just hoped it wouldnât turn into anything seriousâTalon was knowledgeable on illnesses and injuries, but he was no doctor.
The sun was beginning to set when Talon arrived at Lon Lon, and he hopped off the carriage in front of his house, untying the mare and collecting the feverish boy in his arms.
âDaddy!â
Talon glanced up to see his little girl running towards him, an excited smile on her face. Talon smiled back and shifted the boy in his arms slightly.
âYouâre back! Did ya get me anything?â
âWhy yes, I did,â Talon said, pulling the boy out of the carriage and showing Malon. âI got you a new friend, but heâs a little sick right now.â
Malonâs eyes went big and she stepped forward, gently patting the boyâs arm. âFairy boy! Itâs Fairy boy! Donât you remember him daddy?â
Talon looked down at the boy again. He was so distracted on getting him into his carriage, he didnât recognize him as the young boy that visited Lon Lon Ranch over a year ago. Memories of him and Malon playing music at the ranch flooded in, and Talon only felt more inclined to take care of him. The situation became more personal.
âEpona!â Malon squealed, giggling at the filly who trotted towards her excitedly. Talon stared at the twoâs reunion, Epona nuzzling Malonâs chest while she sang her favorite song. He smiled warmly at them and quickly headed inside, not wanting to wait much longer. So this boy and that horse used to be here in Lon Lon? Goddesses, it had been a while since Talonâs seen him, and yet it felt like it was only yesterday. Though the fairy boy was in their lives for such a short time, he left an impact on the ranch, specifically with Malon. He was the first kid her age that sheâs met and played with, and Malon talked her fatherâs ear off about him since he went away with Epona in tow. Talon began to grow curious about where he was all this time, and why he was hidden in bushes with a burning fever.
The farmer walked up the stairs that led to his room and he set the sick boy gently on the soft mattress. He stared at him for a moment, his brow furrowed, trying to remember anything else about the little one, but nothing came up, so he turned around to get medicine, water, and a damp cloth. The folks at Lon Lon didnât get sick often, so he hoped he remembered enough about taking care of a fever. When he went back upstairs to his room, he heard the boy whimpering, shifting in the soft bed. Talon quickly took off his shoes to make him more comfortable and rested his hand on his head. The fever was concerningly strong.
âExcuse me,â Talon said softly, gently shaking the boy. He groaned and his eyes fluttered open again, staring over Talonâs shoulder. He squinted his eyes and frowned.
âRomani? ⌠HowâŚ?â
Talon raised an eyebrow and looked behind him, flinching when his daughter suddenly appeared.
âGoddesses, Malon, donât sneak up on me like that!â He scolded. Malon gave an apologetic look, her dimples appearing as she smiled slightly.
âSorry, daddy. I just wanted to see Link! Itâs been a while!â
Malon leaned over the fairy boy (or Link, Talon supposed), brushing his hair away from his face. Link looked horrified as he watched Malon, clearly looking uncomfortable.
âMalon, sweetie, letâs give him some space,â Talon spoke up, noting Linkâs strange expressions. âI oughta give him some medicine anyhow.â
Malon hopped back and gave her father an excited look. âCan I help?â
âOh! WellâŚâ Talon glanced at the bowl of water and the cloth. âYou can help wipe his face when Iâm done givinâ him medicine, ok?â
Malon nodded excitedly, watching as Talon helped Link sit up. The boy was so weak that he could barely move on his own, and Talon eventually pulled him into his lap so he could lean against him. Talon gripped Linkâs arm firmly so he could stay in place and began rummaging his hand all over the nightstand to grab the medicine. His daughter noticed his searching and grabbed the medicine for him and Talon gave her a grateful nod, uncorking the bottle and bringing it to Linkâs lips.
âYou think you can drink this?â He asked, and Link nodded, clumsily grabbing at the bottle and drinking it with Talonâs help. Talon had to pull it back a couple of times to make sure it didnât spill everywhere, but Link was surprisingly cooperative for an eleven-year-old drinking the disgusting medicine; he remembered he always had to fight Malon whenever she needed it. The bottle was soon gone, and Link leaned back against Talonâs chest, his eyes closed. The farmer cradled him for a moment, figuring that Link needed that type of comfort, and Malon walked over as she watched him with her father, her head tilted with fascination.
âIs he gonna be ok?â Malon asked, and Talon looked up at her, nodding confidently.
âIâm sure he will be,â he said, carefully moving Link so he could get off the bed. He laid him down and pulled the blankets over him, giving his hair a soft ruffle before pulling away.
âIâm gonna put the carriage away, Malon. You keep an eye on him, ok?â Talon said, and his daughter nodded back at him. Talon lingered for a moment, worriedly watching them, but finally left the room. Ingo was outside staring at the carriage annoyed, but he quickly scurried away when Talon showed up. The farmer glanced over at Epona, who was watching him silently. Talon frowned and walked over to her, giving her a gentle pat on the snout.
âThat boy doesnât have a family, does he?â He asked, knowing that Epona wouldnât answer. It was something Talon noticed when Link first arrived. Though he didnât remember much, he did remember that Link was by himself whenever he saw him. The only company he had was his fairy. Talon shouldnât be too surprisedâif Link really was a Kokiri, then itâd make sense why heâd have no family. But Kokiris died when they left the woods, didnât they? Or was Link finally experiencing the death a Kokiri had when they were out of the woods? Talon rubbed his eyes with a soft grumble. He really didnât know if any of that was true, but it made Talon slightly worried. Despite remembering that Link was from the lost woods, Talon couldnât help but feel that he was a Hylian. Everything down to his mannerisms made him seem far more mature than the Kokiri ever were. They remained as children, their bodies and mentalities never changing, even for centuries. But LinkâŚ. His face held a mature understanding of the world that Talon only saw in adults. Either way, Talon couldnât risk him dying. If he needed to return to the woods, he would take him there, he just needed to learn more about him.
Talon led Epona and his carriage to the barn, letting her and the horses roam with the others before returning to the house with warm Lon Lon milk. He was expecting Link to be sound asleep, but to his surprise, he was already trying to get out of bed despite Malonâs protests.
âLink, honestly! You canât be gettinâ up now! You could barely drink the medicine my daddy gave to you!â She shouted, trying to shove him back to bed.
âI⌠Iâll be fine,â he mumbled, his voice raspy and hoarse. He brushed Malon off and reached for his shoes, but grew out of breath.
âLink! Youâre sick! Lay back down!â
âI canât stayâŚâ
Talon entered the room with haste, setting the bottle of milk down as he walked up to Link. The boy stared up at him, his light blue eyes wide with guilt.
âDo you need to go to the woods?â Talon asked him, and Link frowned.
âWhat?â
âThe woods? The lost woods? Where all them youngins are in?â
âO-oh, Kokiri forest?â
âYeah, that. I hear Kokiri die when theyâre away from the forest for too long. You⌠youâre a Kokiri, right?â
A devastated look took over Linkâs exhausted face, his eyes spacing out as he looked down. âNoâŚâ
Talon frowned at his reaction, and he glanced over at Malon who looked concerned.
âNo?â
âI-Iâm not going to the woods⌠Iâm not a Kokiri⌠I donât belong there anymore. I donâtâI donât belong anywhere,â Linkâs voice grew so quiet that Talon almost didnât catch what he said at the end. It was quiet in the room, and Link slowly went to grab his shoes, but Talon stopped him.
âWhatâs the rush then?â
âI⌠canât stayâŚ.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause IâŚ. IâŚâ Link stammered, trying to push out a good argument, but with his feverish mind and exhausted body, he couldnât. Talon sighed and gently pushed him back, and Link obliged, laying down on the pillow, his eyes half closed.
âAt least get some rest before you decide to travel, ok?â
Linkâs eyes went wide for a second, before closing, and he was finally asleep. Talon sighed and gave his head a pat, giving a proud smile to Malon.
âYou handled that well, dear.â
Malon brushed some hair out of her eyes and sighed. âThanks daddy. He sure is a stubborn one, ainât he?â
Talon shrugged and stared at the young boy. So he wasnât a Kokiri, that meant he wasnât dying, thank the goddesses. But everything else about Link confused him. If he seemingly didnât belong to the Kokiri anymore, then where did he call home? Did he even have a home? Talon sighed and began to head out of the room.
âI trust youâll keep a good eye on him?â
Malon nodded. âI wonât let him try to get up next time.â
Talon snorted. âTry not to hurt him too much. You got some Gerudo blood in you, while heâs a simple Hylian,â Talon glanced at Link, âI think. Give him that milk when he wakes up.â
Malon nodded again and plopped herself in a chair, staring at the strange boy in bed. Talon smiled at her, leaving the room once again, feeling exhausted himself.
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Linkâs fever was persistent. Talon spent a long time with him to see if he was getting better, but he was not. He wasnât getting worse though, which Talon supposed was better than nothing. Link stayed in bed most of the time, unable to get out due to the fever and to Malon forcing him to rest. Talon always had to make sure she was gentle with him. He knew she had such a gentle and kind soul, but her Gerudo strength, despite having only a little bit of it, was not to be underestimated. Malon stayed by Linkâs side the entire time, only leaving when she had chores to do. She would talk the boyâs ear off when she was with him; talking to him about her chores, her favorite animals, and the songs she wrote. She would occasionally sing to him, and he would always listen. Talon couldnât tell if he wanted to listen, but considering the small smile on his lips whenever his daughter spoke to him, he assumed that he enjoyed the company. Many times, Talon decided to do Malonâs chores for her so she could spend time with her friend, and eventually, Link started to feel better.
Talon allowed him to walk around the ranch, knowing that being in the same room for days couldnât feel good for anyone, and Link happily obliged. He always seemed anxious, as if there was something he had to be doing, so being able to at least walk around made him a little more cheery than normal. But as soon as he was able to walk around, he once again tried to leave.
âWhere do you think youâre goinâ?â Talon asked when he caught Link packing up his things, trying to talk him out of it before he was gone. Link didnât say anything for a moment, a guilty look on his face.
âIâI need to be elsewhere,â he finally said, finishing packing up his few items scattered across the room.
âAlready? I know youâre feelinâ better, and exercise is good for you, but you canât push yourself.â
Link let out a huff. âIâll be fine. This fever will go away in due time.â
âYeah, if you take care of yourself,â Talon argued, and Link shot a glare at him.
âWhy do you care?â He suddenly snapped. Talonâs eyes widened at the boyâs sudden hostility. He scratched the back of his head and looked away.
âIs it so wrong for me to care about a sick kid?â
Linkâs expression softened and he turned away. âHow much do you remember?â He asked softly.
âHuh?â
âHow muchâhow much do you remember of me?â
Talon was taken aback at the strange question. Though heâs only seen Link a couple of times last year, he remembered them pretty well now that he spent more time with the kid.
âI remember you woke me up with a cuccoo and told me my daughter was waitinâ for me. Good thing too âcause I didnât mean to fall asleep at the castle of all places. Poor Malon.â Link stayed still as stone so Talon continued, âI remember you came by our ranch and found my special cuccoo. I teased you about marryinâ my daughter and you got all shy âbout it.â Talon chuckled at the memory. Link looked away with an embarrassed look on his face so Talon moved onto the next memory. âI remember you and Malon played all day, and played music as loud as you two could. It sorta annoyed me when I was tryinâ to sleep but I ainât never seen Malon sing with all her heart like that before. So I let it continue.â Talon sighed and racked everything he remembered about Link, but only one more memory remained. âAnd then I remember you buyinâ Epona. It broke Malonâs heart to part with that horse but she cared about you and knew you would take great care of her. And thatâs about all I remember of you.â
Link continued to face away from Talon, staring blankly at the wall. Talon frowned and walked up to him.
âWhy are you askinâ this?â
Link sighed and hugged himself. âYou just donât know me like you used to.â
Talon was taken aback again. âNow what in Faroreâs name do you mean by that?â
Link opened his mouth but was interrupted by Malon entering the room. She spotted Linkâs packed up possessions and frowned.
âYouâre leaving already?â She asked as he quickly finished gathering his things. âAre you sure you feel well enough for it?â
âIâll be fine,â he said softly, looking up at Talon with another guilty expression. âIâve already overstayed my welcome.â
Talon tilted his head. âYou didnât overstay nothinâ boy. It was my pleasure to have you here.â
Link smiled slightly, but he quickly turned away, a sad and distant look in his eye. Talon stroked his chin and squinted at him.
âWhere do you call home?â
Link glanced at Talon, then at the floor. âIâumâŚâ
âDo you⌠have a home?â
Link didnât react, and he shifted uncomfortably. Talon sighed.
âOh⌠Link, if you have nowhere else to go, you can always stay hereââ
âNo! I-I mean,â Link shrunk away, clutching onto his shirt. âYou-you guys have been very kind but IâI donât want to be a bother anymore.â
âYou were anything but a bother! We loved havinâ you here!â Talon reassured, but Link didnât look convinced
âI-I canât stay here for free⌠IâI donâtââ Link whimpered slightly, pressing himself further against the wall. Talon backed up slightly, realizing he was being too forceful with the boy. He took a deep breath and tried again.
âOk, if you donât wanna stay for free, then you donât have to,â he said softly.
Link finally looked at him, a sad look on his face. âI donât have any rupees though.â
âWho said anythinâ about money! How old are ya? Eleven? I can't expect an eleven-year-old to be able to pay rent!â
Link stared at him confused. âThen howâŚ?â
âWell, I can always have ya work around the farm, do whatever chores youâre capable of doinâ, in return you get a place to stay and food to eat.â
Link stared for a moment, the gears in his mind turning as he thought about Talonâs offer.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to. Sorry to put pressure on you,â Talon quickly added, realizing he was still being forceful. âBut if you want, weâd love to have you.â
Link was silent for a long time, swaying slightly as Talon and Malon watched him. He finally let out a sigh and looked up at Talon.
âCan IâŚ. Think about it?â
Talon was relieved slightly and nodded. âOf course you can, just know that wherever you go, youâll always have a place to stay in Lon Lon Ranch.â
Link gave a more genuine smile at him.
âThank you,â he whispered.
Talon escorted Link to the entrance with Malon in tow, the two Lonâs chatting about mundane things with Link listening silently. When they reached the entrance, Talon turned to his daughter and nodded.
âMalon, could you get his horse for him?â
âOf course, daddy!â
Talon watched as his daughter ran to where the horses were, then he glanced at Link who still had an unsure look on his face.
âLink?â
Link pursed his lips. âI⌠I wish there was a way I could repay you for thisâŚâ
âOh, it was on the house,â Talon said, waving his hand. âItâs the least I could do for you.â
Link smiled, his hands clumped up on his chest. âYou donât know how much this means to me⌠I⌠thank youâŚâ
âOh, itâs my pleasure. And my offer will always be here for you, or⌠if you ever wanna visit,â Talon shrugged, âyouâre free to visit as well if you donât wanna stay.â
Linkâs face twisted slightly, and he shyly leaned into Talon, which surprised him. He was always so distant from the others, but he was almost hugging the old farmer. Talon wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back gently, only pulling away when Malon returned with Epona. Link quickly hopped on the horse, discreetly wiped his eye, and he gave the two a nod.
âI guess Iâll⌠see you around?â He said, and Talon nodded.
âOf course, you be safe out there boy!â Talon said, waving him goodbye.
âYeah! Come visit! I want to sing with you again!â Malon exclaimed, waving enthusiastically at him. Link grinned at her and nodded at the two. Then he clicked his tongue and ran off on his horse, heading to Din knows where. Talon watched sadly as he disappeared into the field, almost wishing there was more he could do for him. It was strange how much the boy had changed since he first met him. Link was a very playful and hyper boy when they first met him, matching Malonâs hyper energy. But now, he was jaded and serious, almost as if he was an adult trapped in a childâs body. Talon didnât want to think about what he went through in the past year to get to that point, but he hoped that now Link knew that he didnât have to face any of it alone, and that he had people to turn to.
He just had to wait for him to reach out.
#ocarina of time#Iâve been wanting to write this fic or ever and itâs just been chillin so I might as well share it now#how Time ended up in Lon Lon#thank you again Bearie for beta reading this#youâre a real homie#I hate that drawing I made but maybe itâs not that bad#talon seems like the kind of man where heâs so strong that you feel safe#I love him sm#Malon too sheâs a doll#and Link aughâŚ.#legend of Zelda#smiles writes#talon
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#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#cillian murphy#thomas shelby#so can you tell i've been really into this again lately#yes#non kpop#to this day#i cannot believe we ever got this#perfect lightning in a bottle#a talented and charismatic and mesmerising actor#and a good show behind him#and steven knight writing#and perfect (iconic) aesthetics#and excellent sound design#cillian should have won so many awards for tommy shelby imo
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Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Renâs apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I canât understand âunset memoryâ game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didnât mean it if happened, Iâm really a fan of the novel, Iâve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isnât my first language, but I tried lol
ââĽâ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^
"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.
You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment â the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!
Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!
"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.
#I don't think a lot of people know this but River was originally my OC lmao#Obviously BEFORE Jesse picked him up and turned him into an entirely different character /pos#We originally planned for Riv and Ren to have a Billy and Stu dynamic; except River would pretend to be a himboâ#â The same way Ren would pretend to be some Normal Empathetic Guyâ˘ď¸ kjgskg#River was also going to be a lovesick serial killer who incapacitated Bunny so that they'd stay with & depend on him forever#Also because Jesse and I wanted to have a ''same production factory; different yandere'' kind of vibe with Riv and Ren (and their dynamic)#Like... Ren puts Angel above himself and craves THEIR satisfaction whereas River cares about himself and prioritises HIS own satisfaction#Ren would hit his best friend (River) with a car if it meant keeping Angel happy & by his side forever#River would hit Bunny with a car if it meant keeping them by his side forever (thus making him happy)#But!! After everything that's happened in the yandere community; Jesse (understandably) wanted to get away from that kind of environment#So he's since dropped Unsent Memories and hasn't really got any plans to work on it again or return to da yan vn circle#I'm also continuing to write 14DWY the way it was originally planned (with 2017!River only getting a brief cameo to serve up some lore </3)#âBut I'm lowkey holding out just in case Jesse ever considers returning hehe :3 I like their version of River and I wanna do him justice#Until then though?? I'll yearnfully clutch my locket and wait for my lover to return from war.... (she has a literal 9-5 job now) /hj /p#GKJSDG I scrolled up and??? NOT ME RANTING IN THE TAGS AGAIN?????????? WHY DO I UNINTENTIONALLY YAP SO MUCH#I will đ¤Ťđ¤ now#đ â answered.#đ â 14 days with queue.#đ¤ â shut up sai.#to be tagged later#weird0nerd
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cumplane meet cute where they're taken to the same hospital after their near death experiences and have to share the same room âĄâĄâĄ
#don't know if anyone's did this before#but i figured it was#then it's worth saying again#poor airplane would be stressing big time about the hospital bills#and his cute roomy would ask him what he does for a living#âwriting webnovels. i actually just finished posting the last chapter when i electrocuted myself hahaâ#...#âyou.â#then the nursing staff would have to pry off shen yuan with a stick#both refuse to change rooms for some reason#then it could get heavier into the shenanigans#with sugar gege shen yuan (^_^)b#omg they were roommates#svsss#shang qinghua#shen qingqiu#blorbo#ily shang qinghua đ#shen yuan#writing prompt#prompt#cumplane#and then they would live happily ever after âĄ
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thoughts about time travel shenanigans where robin jason and bruce are thrust into the future and find themselves on a rooftop during a stormy night? because listen.
they both find themselves on this random rooftop in gotham, but they're not alone because right in front of them is batman of this year and a man wearing a red helmet. this wouldn't have raised much of a concern-- they probably could've just asked the future bruce what happened and how to get home-- except this batman is more violent than jay or bruce anticipated. they watch, stunned, as this batman repeatedly rains his heavy fist down on the other man's face, chest, ribs, and wherever else he can reach.
they watch as the man with the red helmet struggles weakly, consciousness slowly leaving him, before they catch sight of his face in the crack of his hood. both jay and bruce realize at the same time who it is-- that this is future jason despite the hard lines and large ragged body so different from jay's own.
the realization hits right there-- that bruce is beating down on jason more violently than batman has handled any villain.
the bruce of the past feels it before he sees it-- his jay flinching away from him and his tiny hand ripping away from his cape in fear. bruce looks down at his son, his child, and sees the absolute terror in his eyes. after all, why wouldn't jay be so upset? didn't bruce promise never to lay a hand on him like so many adults in his young life already have? didn't bruce swear, crouched down in front of his little boy and gently holding his hands, that he would keep him safe now?
and yet as they stare at each other with horror-filled eyes, the jason of this time finally loses consciousness as his bruce drags him away by the cracks of his helmet, bloody knuckles pressed over his swollen eyelids.
bruce distantly remembers the way jay had shyly called him dad just two days ago. now, he stares as his sweet boy takes a trembling step back, tears threatening to spill down his wide eyes. bruce doesn't think he's hated himself more.
#was thinking about my post about baby jay looking to bruce with so much love and trust and went: now wait a minute#because i have to imagine how jay- who trusted bruce so much- would react to seeing that same bruce beat the life out of him#i genuinely think it would change both their lives#jay wouldn't be able to look at bruce the same ever again#and bruce wouldn't know how to fix it-- should he fix it? should he apologize? how does he make sure jay knows this won't ever happen?#DOES he know it won't ever happen? what if it does?#and then BAM angst !!#jason todd#red hood#batman#bruce wayne#robin jason todd#second robin#robin ii#bruce and jason#jason peter todd#dc#dc comics#(( writing đ ))
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Hello! Just gonna take a second and say I freaking LOVE your writing! I myself am a die-hard simp for AlastorâŚbut enough about that! (Apologies for the long request)
Could you write one were the (fem) reader is besties with Angel dust,they share a close enough bond to cuddle with each other. Yâknow since theyâre like best friends and whatever they just find it entertaining. Soon enough, Alastor catches on with this consistent occurrence. Since he has a huge crush on the reader, he begins to grow jealous of the interaction. One night he knocks on her room door, at first he (tries and fails) to hide his feelings and weirdly feels the crave for affection. Which is very unlikely of him considering heâs not of fan of physical contact.
But the reader, being the smart little bastard that she is, sees right through his actions and grows suspicious. He admits his crave for affection, surprisingly very slyly.
The reader has no problem whatsoever with giving affection. So, he and the reader happily cuddle and she pets the fluffy deer ears on his head. She also catches his little deer tail wagging like crazy and she giggles at that. Leaving Al flushed and embarrassed. She gives him a little kiss and they stay like that the rest of the night :). This is just straight fluff and jealous Al.
hello alastor nation.... sorry for going super MIA for one million days,, ive honestly not been super interested in hazbin lately and just been busy in general but!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cranked this bad boy out (as in i struggled to write it for like a month so sorry if its super janky) cuz i miss writing and i miss our boy. i didnt follow your request perfectly towards the end but i hope u enjoy it anyway!!! very fluffy very ooc but who cares. also not proofread so if u notice anything glaringly bad keep it a secret
By The Moonlight
Alastor x Reader (fluff) TW: alastor is ooc sorry.. it comes with the fluff. hes also lowkey toxic momentarily but whats new
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Angel Dust was one of the first demons that you met after falling into Hell over a year agoâand, despite his generally off putting and sarcastic personality he was the first demon that was actually kind to you. So, obviously, you found yourself practically glued to his hip on the day-to-day. While at first he seemed annoyed by your constant presence, the bond slowly became mutual as he found himself trusting you and opening up his tightly guarded true self.
Life at the Hazbin Hotel wasnât much different except for one considerably problematic detail: the Radio Demon. While the relationship you had with Angel Dust was very affectionate, it had always remained platonic, but with AlastorâŚ
Who in their right mind would fall in love with that demon?
You asked yourself this constantly, often beating yourself up for it when you felt heat against your cheeks in his presence or when your eyes trailed along the curves of his ears as they moved. This is so embarrassing.
It helped a bit that he seemed to avoid you in particular, often coming up with excuses to end a conversation and leave the room whenever he saw you come in. Or⌠was he doing that because he knew you had feelings for him and was just avoiding you at all costs?
Lounged comfortably on a lobby couch, cuddled next to Angel, you tried not to think too hard about it, especially now during one of Charlie Morningstarâs regularly scheduled Guest Bonding Experiences where⌠Everyone was present. While Alastor never agreed to join any actual scenario, he seemed to enjoy watching Charlie try (and often fail) to gentle parent a crowd of sinners, to which his motives were unknown but still questionable. You knew how dangerous the Overlord was but couldnât help but stare a little too long at him as he joined the room.
It scared the shit out of you when his piercing red eyes seemed to snap to meet your gaze, followed by a nearly unnoticeable tightening of his grin. You quickly looked away, trying to play it off by looking at everybody else as well. Angelâs arm, which was thrown around your shoulder, nudged lightly.
âYou okay? Ya leg is jumpinâ like a jackhammer down there.â
You composed yourself and reassured him that everything was fine.
Today Charlie was encouraging different pairs of demons to share what they like about eachother and admit something they should work on within themselves. Like clockwork, the activities went by awkwardly and eventually derailed way off Charlieâs original plan. She was always able to quickly adapt, but even she could hardly settle the group of rowdy and crude demons when things got out of hand. Â
Vaggie didnât take long to get fed up and quieted the noise with a few shouts. Charlie placed a grateful touch against her arm before clearing her throat.
âOkayyy⌠back on track. Uh,â Her eyes glanced around before finally landing on you. She beckoned you up. Your mouth opened to reject, to complain, to do anything to get yourself out, but a sharp glare from Vaggie shut you up before you could even form words. You heard Angel snicker as you grimaced before peeling yourself off the couch and standing in the center of the room.
âAlastor!â The name made your stomach drop. âI know you donât usually like to play along, but hââ She was hushed by a simple raise of his hand.
âMy dear,â He said with a light, almost mocking chuckle. The static in his voice tickled goosebumps up your arms. âIf you know I donât join these frivolous games, why would you ask? Besides⌠I donât think I could if I wanted to.â
The way his eyes glanced up and down with what you could only read as contempt or disgust made you feel sick, but somehow angry at the same time.
âFuck is your problem, man?â You didnât even expect yourself to speak, words tumbling from your lips before you could properly think about who you were talking to. âYou think youâre better than me or something?â
A pretty rhetorical question, considering his status as an Overlord, but you couldnât stop yourself in the heat of the moment. Maybe it was embarrassment, or hurt feelings, or a bit of both or something else entirely, but you wanted to hit him so bad right now.
There was a hush in the room, save for the growing aggression in the buzz of Alastorâs radio frequency. By the way his eyes darkened with malice, you could only assume the plethora of ways he was imagining killing you right now.
âYouâre lucky I am better than you,â He said in a dangerously quiet tone, leaning his height over yours. You clenched your fists and stared back in his eyes, though your knees felt a little weak. âIf you werenât such a waste of my time youâd be dead where you stand.â
If your tongue didnât feel like a hunk of steel you wouldâve commented on how youâve seen him actually take some delight in killing similar âlow-lifesâ like you. He held his position for a moment, towering over you. When he seemed satisfied with his intimidation he straightened himself back to his usual posture and tidied his bowtie. His eyes glanced towards Angel Dust, held for a moment, before he turned away and left the room.
It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. As your adrenaline faded, you shakily returned to your spot on the couch next to Angel before your knees had a chance to give out. You felt two of his arms hug around you, but you couldnât muster energy to return the gesture, every limb feeling useless.
âMan, youâre lucky, really had me worried there,â He tried to lighten the mood with a laugh. âThe fuck he look at me for, though? Iâda thought he was gonna come after me next with that look of his.â
âHeyâŚâ You looked up at Charlie, who was tentatively hovering next to the couch. âI⌠even for Alastor⌠I didnât expect him to react like that. He usually just says ânoâ when I ask.â You closed your eyes and took a steadying breath.
âHeâs unpredictable. A surprise from him is really no surprise at all if you think about it.â
Charlieâs eyebrows upturned as she looked over you, worried at your shaky state.
âYou should go get some sleep, we can⌠just stop here. I think everyoneâs tired anyway.â She waved her hand to dismiss the other demons, hoping to get you more privacy considering everyone was just ogling at you. Angel gave you a tight hug before sauntering off, not so sneakily following after Husk.
Your stomach was churning and your throat felt dry, but it wasnât even a guess as to why. You pissed off and basically challenged Alastor and somehow got away alive. You honestly started to feel proud of yourself for that fact.
After the others left, Charlie offered to help you to your room but you merely laughed and assured her it was no big deal. You just needed a moment. You waited for a while in the dark, empty lobby, your only company the slow tick of a large grandfather clock against the far wall.
Soon an overwhelming feeling of paranoia set in and you started to feel jittery and uncomfortable. You could swear to yourself that something was watching you, but when you carefully looked around you couldnât see anything. You hastily stood up and left for your room.
You sighed aggressively as the door shut behind you, resting the back of your head against it. Man, you felt so stupid. You never had any chance with Alastor anyway, but you still cursed yourself for acting like such a fool towards him. Just as you lifted yourself from the despairing slouched position against the wooden door, a quick but gentle knock sounded from the other side.
Assuming it was Charlie making another âare you sure youâre okayâ round, you fixed your face with a smile and opened the door. As soon as it opened just a crack, your senses were flooded with the buzzing hum of an uncomfortably familiar radio noise.
Ah. Shit.
The smile was frozen temporarily on your shocked face but then slowly dropped as instead of the sweet expression of Charlie you were expecting, you instead trailed your eyes up to meet the cold, red gaze of Alastor.
Okay. Yeah. He was just here to kill you now since nobodyânotably Charlieâwas here to see. Makes sense!
You tried your best to stand still and unbothered as a few seconds of silence ticked by, though you werenât sure how well youâd be able to keep it up a second time, especially now that you were... Alone. In the dark. With Alastor. Your head was already starting to hurt from the overpowering sound of radio frequency. Somehow still, you mustered the courage to speak.
âArenât you supposed to say hello?â You werenât exactly sure why you said anything remotely aggressive, though maybe you were already resigned to accepting your fate at the hands of the Overlord in front of you.Â
It seemed to trigger him to life again, as his eyebrows raised along with his smile. âOh! My apologies, where have my manners gone! Hello!â You couldnât really tell if the grin that stretched across his face held more hatred than usual.
Your arms were folded as you waited for him to continue, lips slightly pursed in worry at his presence.
Surprisingly enough, Alastor seemed to be unsure of what to say next. His mouth was slightly agape, almost like the words were caught in his throat and he was having trouble deciding what to say next. Which was odd for him, considering how he always seemed so thought out and sure of himself.
âYou know, you shouldnât be so physical with that spider friend of ours,â He finally said, which seemed incredibly forward, even by his standards. Your eyebrow quirked up in response, a frown forming at the way he so distastefully spat out his reference to Angel Dust.
âAnd whyâs that?â âA dame like yourself⌠so⌠physical with that walking sex disaster. Itâs unbecoming.â
âAnd⌠why are you telling me this? Why do you think I care what some old-fashioned radio host has to say about how I run my friendships?â You placed your hand on the door frame, ready to shut it in his faceâbut there was something odd about his expression that intrigued you just enough to keep it open.Â
Alastor took a step forward, sensing your intention to shut the door. You took a matching step backwards. Your heart was beating at a pace you didnât know it was capable of, reaching a rush of adrenaline that you assumed was at the face of your (final) death.
âI canât say why Iâm telling you this. I canât say why I even care what some weak creature like you is doing. But I do know that I want you to listen to me and I will tear that spider apart if it means you do.â Every few words brought him a step towards you, and, just as before, you met with the same amount of steps backwards. You felt the back of your foot touch a foot of your bed.
âSo youâre jealous?â
An almost comical record-scratch-esque noise sounded fromâyou assumeâhis radio staff as his body stiffened and eyes narrowed. The ambience of radio static was momentarily gone. You yourself froze, unsure exactly what made you so bold all of a sudden. It seems the face of death is one hell of a drug.
âWhat? How⌠how dare you even suggest such a ridiculous idea,â Although the intent of his words were hostile, he seemed⌠flustered? His face was turned away slightly and you could see the corners of his smile trembling a little bit. Would you dare admitting to yourself it was oddly cute?
âListen, man, Iâm just calling it how I see it. You come to my room in the dead of night complaining about me snugglinâ with Angel Dust. Just as you said⌠why would you care? Unless, of courseâŚâ You trailed, leaving the very obvious end to your sentence open for interpretation.Â
Stiffly collapsing into a seated position on the corner of your bed made you realize how wobbly your knees had gotten as you were sure Alastor had been planning to kill you. You still werenât positive you were in the clear, but your chances seemed a little brighter.
Alastor seemed to be battling some internal monologue because he still stood with his head turned from you. He was growing increasingly agitated, with the sound of his radio static returning and somehow getting sharper and louder. You wanted to try to pull him back into the conversation before he dipped out and never spoke to you again.Â
âYou know, Iâve never really felt any real love for the people around me. Even when I was alive. I love Angel Dust, yeah, but⌠nothing beyond the friendship we have. But then I got to the hotel andââ
âWhy are you telling me this? I donât care. Iâm not a therapist.â
âFor a guy that cares so much about manners you sure love to interrupt,â You spoke in a teasing tone, though Alastor didnât seem to appreciate the words anyway. âPlus, I mean⌠Youâre still here. Listening.â
He pondered for a moment. You honestly were surprised he didnât just teleport the fuck out of there the second you started talking about your feelings.
âI donât know why I care about you.â He admitted, and you didnât fail to notice the lack of his usual radio-filtered voice. As awkward as the words seemed falling from his lips, his piercing eye contact with you never wavered as if he was just trying to intimidate you into nonexistence so he didnât have to deal with this.
When you patted the spot on the bed next to you, you didnât actually expect him to accept the offer. What you expected even less was for him to sit just close enough for your shoulders to touch. He was stiff and likely uncomfortable, and⌠so were you. You really had no clue how you even got here.
Seconds felt like hours as you sat in silence, the barely noticeable prickling of static against your skin being the only thing keeping you present. Otherwise you worried you might pass out from how long your heart had been nearly beating out of your chest.
âWhat were you saying earlier?â His voice suddenly broke the silence, making you jump slightly. You looked at him, but he was busy looking out a window.
âWhat do you mean?â âI mean earlier when I, very rudely, I apologize, interrupted you. What were you saying⌠about when you finally got to the hotel?â
His voice had such a sweet sound to it when it wasnât distorted like it went through a radio channel. You allowed your eyes to trace the silhouette of his face for just a moment, lit ever so slightly by the red of the moon being filtered in by the window. You didnât dare let your gaze linger for too long just in case he turned back towards you.
âAh, I thought you werenât my therapist,â You joked lightly. He side-eyed you, eyebrows scrunching.
âDonât push your luck here.â
You laughed breathlessly, struggling to find air to even speak. You were still so incredibly nervous sitting so close to him and speaking so intimate with him.
âYeah, uh⌠When I got to the hotel I think I finally found someone I felt love for. Something beyond just friendship. And itâs a weird feeling.â
Your knees were almost touching his. You couldâve sworn you werenât this close to him before.
âI donât think you should say who that demon is.â
âI know.â
Silence passed between you two again, and he still remained fixated on staring out the window. Finally, after a few moments of quiet, he finally turned his gaze back to you. His eyes, although they glowed with a dangerous, murderous red, somehow entranced you. They always had, but something about being this close to him in the gentle lighting being cast in from the moon⌠you could almost drown in them.
Without much of a thought, your hand had risen towards his face. When he flinched away you were suddenly brought back to your senses and your hand froze midair. Before you could move away and throw out a million apologies, his clawed fingers wrapped over yours.
It was a strange sensation, feeling his hand against yours. His skin was far from warm, and you knew how much blood spilled between his fingers, yetâŚ
You allowed him to pull you towards him, a tug at your wrist bringing your chest flush against his. Your head was under his chin, and you held yourself stiffly against him. You could tell he wasnât so sure either, with the way his hand held a rough uncertainty at the base of your back and his clawed fingers dug just a bit too roughly into your skin as he held you against him.
Gently moving, you tested the waters of his tolerance of you taking matters into your own hands. Although this feeling was unknown to the both of you, you at the very least knew how to be comfortable.
You urged him to scoot towards the pillows, pulling him along and pressing him back down on his back. You moved slow, waiting for the smallest hint that he wanted you to stop, but it never came. You settled next to him, flush against his side and you guided his arm to wrap around your waist.Â
The stiffness ever so gradually left his body as he completely succumbed himself to you, allowing you to mold the two of you into an interwoven position, a closeness that the two of you desperately needed for each other. He would never admit this desire, but you knew by the fact you werenât incinerated for trying to touch him that he needed this as much as you did.
Once settled, you traced featherlike fingers across his arm. You werenât eye level with him, but you knew by the red glow in your peripheral that he was staring fixedly at you as if to study your entire being.
The moon eventually moved beyond your window, casting the room in complete darkness, your only sensation being the pressure of Alastorâs body against yours. There wasnât even the slightest buzz of radio noise that seemed to always encompass his presence. His eyes mustâve been shut, too, as there wasnât even a glow from them.
You let your eyes fall shut, enjoying the peace of the moment. You hadnât the slightest clue what would happen in the morningâmaybe youâd never even wake up if he got upset with some morning clarity.
You didnât care too much, though. Youâd just enjoy it while it lasted.
#ohdeerfully#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#alastor#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin hotel#fluff#alastor x you#ok bye again for seven months mwah#alastor x reader fluff#i think its impossible to write alastor fluff without him being ooc#most unromantic man ive ever seen
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More than just the Demon.
#ffxiv#digital art#zenos yae galvus#venat#endwalker spoilers#will forever be fascinated with this man#look guys look- the literal embodiment of wol's wings of hope LOL (and me going hehe about that and footfalls)#the part of me that adores digging into the nuance of character writing (intentional or otherwise) is just latched onto zenos#and venat-- they cant just give us two characters who get really important 1v1 duels#and ask really important questions#and love the MC and are willing to risk themselves so unconditionally#and have them not live rent free in my brain#--and maybe this tiptoes into the realm of crack theory so beware there will be a lot past here--#but I cant help but think zenos is akin to an oracle or warrior of light but was tempered/corrupted by zodiark#or some strange happenstance of varis (who shares visual traits to golbez before 6.0 ever came out and the dark mana burst)#and carosa (who it seems zenos got his looks from- and he already looks like he has ties to venat and argos like minfillia does)#was he a result of the eternal chess match between the two parties' machinations? or just some strange twist of fate?#another day of him being âemet's successful experimentâ (again- intentional or no) making me thonk#theres something so strange about the final days dreams and how dark aspected he is- that his void abilities are more tied to him tbh#yet his mannerisms beyond just what he's been through almost reminds me of light corruption and the uncanny calmness#we see in most beings associated with the light in any significant way and like second phase eden shiva#he almost has all the marks of someone who shouldve already had the echo or blessing of light but for one reason or another#was unable to hear hydaelyns call#of course it doesnt help i mentally associate him with connections to zero and how she was corrupted before she was even born#and durante- who states uncanny ability and connection with light and darkness and yet favors dark magic more#i simply live with the idea that zenos' soul was an eternally faithful companion to wol's and#this time the cardinal sin of separating the pair finally happened to rather dire consequences lmao
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There's something deeply touching about Jason knowing he'll never be the kid Bruce saved again, but still maintaining some quirks, mannerisms, habits, pieces of young Jason Todd. They're small but cut deep.
Jason, when he allows himself to stay at the manor as a tiny indulgence, still acts like there's a barrier of lasers protecting Alfred's cookie jar, just so he and Dick would have an excuse to compare leaps.
He's still waiting for the lights to fall asleep so he could visit the library and get angry at Tim, or Bruce, or both, twins in audacity, for dig earing the pages they knew he'd read.
Of course Bruce finds him because he always looks for him, ridiculously fluffy pink robe that Selina bought him sagging on him.
He ignores the ball of sadness exploding in his stomach as he realizes Bruce is the one looking up at him now. It feels like a robbery, premeditated and calculated, " Jaylad, you have to nap."
" Bruce, I am a grown ass man, you cannot fucking tell me to NAP--"
There's an unspoken type of authority that surrounds gentle parents. Is Bruce a gentle parent? Well. He doesnât need to hit Jason to get what he wants, that's for sure, " Excuse me?"
"...Just one more page?"
Bruce is also very weak for them, thought. "..Fine. don't tell Alfred."
When Dick proudly shows off his patrol record for the week, all preppy and shiny besides Bruce at the kitchen table, Jason hears it all the way from the couch.
Damian is a very sore loser when it comes to Mario Kart, he learned, " Todd! TODD! Come back here and taste DEFEAT! FIGHT ME LIKE A WOMAN, COWARD!"
" So yeah, 40 arrests are pretty good, I'd say,--"
" 40? That's adorable, I got 70. On a broken leg."
Bruce, suddenly spooked, turns to him, " You had your leg broken on patrol?!"
" A broken leg? Awwww. Killer Crock almost bit my face off, but hey. Nice of you to try."
"Waylon bit you?!"
" At least I'm not a COP!"
" YOU'RE STILL A COP?!"
" I'm working on it, okay?!"
But the biggest thing? Jason's so unflinchingly clingy on Bruce; When they first meet this 'Justice League' Batman joined, Jason requested to be there. A robin caricature, but he doesn't trust any of them.
Aside from Diana. Diana's always the exceptions.
" This is Superman, " Bruce may think that little blush goes unnoticed, but it certainly doesn't. " And this is my ba-- This is Red Hood. I trust him with my life."
Don't cry don't cry don't cry Jason chants in his head.
Superman extends his hand and a honey sunshine smile, " Red Hood?! Oh, I've heard so much about you. We have to work together sometime. Share stories about this one here."
He heard about the guy's X Ray vision. He hopes that if he does take a peek, he sees the sinister pull of grin on his lips, all teeth and no niceness, " I'm more of a hugger."
" Oh. Uh... Sure. I love hugs."
Jason makes sure to whisper, " He doesn't kill but I do," before pulling away. Then he turns to Bruce, going from standing at his full height to relaxing a little bit,
" I want bat burgers on the way."
Bruce hums and signals for him to lean down to get his head petted. Jason does. Even if he's embarassed.
#bruce wayne#dc#batman#jason todd#text#text post#batfamily#batfam#justice league#protective jason todd#batdad#aaa i missed protective jason ooffff#writing#my writing#dick grayson#oh and you just know dick and jason get in the roughest brawls known to man. when they're down they're DOWN. nothing stops them#alfred yelling tim yelling damian yelling#but bruce walking in and rubbing his eyes and yawning after a rough patrol with a sleepy '' boys? are you fighting?'#makes them SNAP straight. '' what? NO.'' '' when have we ever fought i love him''#'' love you too :)'' as soon as Bruce nods and goes upstairs again with an unimpressed damian in his arms they go right back to it#'' PIG.'' '' ZOMBIE.''
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im normal about them btw <-liar
(zoom in for a closer look at everything)
#can u tell who my favorite is.......... /j. Tootally not like i drew him 1 grillion times more than anyone else đđ#varian the character ever. also hes so me its insane. i feel like they took everything about me and used it to write him HES ACTUALLY ME#Ok now to never post about tangled the series and vat7k again :3 (lieee i have another vat7k wip)#sorry for the inconsistent ass art style here everypony.... ive both been experimenting w my style AND havent drawn these guys in forever#soo. not consistent. whatevs its just doodles. throws them at you and sprints away super fast#cam.art#tangled the series#vat7k#varian and the 7 kingdoms#fuck now i have to tag everyone. hjjdkviuuv Fuck this stupid baka life#varian tts#varian vat7k#rapunzel tts#cassandra tts#ugghghfhfh#hugo vat7k#varigo#alchemy boyfriends#nuru vat7k#princess nuru#yong vat7k#amberuru#rapunzels tangled adventure
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al-haithamâs the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows itâs coming. expects it. trusts itâll happen.
heâs yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.
heâs drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you donât even manage to walk up to him fully before heâs leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.
heâs shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you donât even have to turn before heâs tilting his head so heâs exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.
âhave you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,â you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.
he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. âwhat makes you say that,â he mumbles.
âyouâre ready for one before iâve even come close,â you grin, âwhat if one day i donât kiss you?â
âyouâd stop kissing me?â he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.
and heâs warm. heâs close. heâs here and heâs everything all at once. heâs all you need and everything youâve ever wanted. heâs the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfwayâmaybe even takes the first step so you donât have to.
he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves youâand he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.
âno,â you hum, falling in love all over again, âno iâd never stop kissing you.â
#â° â al haitham.#hi guys iâm#rly sad#bc idk iâm trying to pick up writing my haitham fic again#but iâm struggling on cnn arcaterization and#just writing in general#i think iâm hitting a block again#and i was 6k words into the fic#i rly wanted to post it before this vacation#so iâm trying to write little blurbs of#how i think heâs like to love#to maybe#idk spark inspiration and get a better grasp of him#iâm just#bummed :( this fic was my most fav idea ever i#rly love it and him and it was making me happy to write and now i feel like itâs not what k expected so iâm sad#:(#anyway hereâs needy haitham to cleanse the dash and cheer up moods#bc i needed a mood loft#lift **
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Angry Vash for me and myself specifically
also extra Vashwood:
#thatâs right buddies. MORE FANGS#and also angry Stampede Vash because he deserves to go a little insane every now and then#with how things are going on around him I wouldnât really blame him#also Iâm so sure that the people whoâve seen Vash bet this pissed off are Knives and WW#you ever think about that?#again stampede exclusive content although WW is like a weird mixture of all adaptations#WW my spirit animal fs because i too would want for him to chew me like a dog toy#I am so SLEEPY BUT THIS WOULDNT LET ME KNOW REST#OKAY BYE IM FALLING ASLEE AS I WRITE#vash the stampede#trigun#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun fanart#trigun stampede#vash#wolfwood#nicholas trigun#vashwood#nicholas the punisher#Vash fangs agenda#trigun comic
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i was thinking about this line from my fic:
But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys.
and i came up with this. i hope the vision came through
#fearandhatred#fearandpoetry#<- check out this tag for some relatively more normal poetry#this was written at 3 am once again#i am really just out here doing anything#don't think this needs much explanation but i shall yap anyway#this is just crowley through the ages but as he discovers more about the earth he also finds more things he can compare hurt to#because in the beginning all he could compare the wind cutting into him with was the wind itself#and also abandonment. because imo that is one of the first Big Negative Emotions he ever felt besides his dreams being crushed lmaoo#but i think it's fun how this poem also implies that he's constantly thinking about how the fall hurt and how everything reminds him of it#this was also very tedious for the perfectionist in me and the proportions are STILL off#because i only drafted out the wings lmao i was not planning on including the head#then i was like wait what if people don't realise that it's wings#so that happened#and changing the proportions means changing the structure which i do not want to do#good omens#good omens season 2#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#good omens poetry#good omens fanart#yeah tagging this as fanart because i had to draw everything out first lmao#poetry#writing
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(Original art) Xaror, any pronouns, species (?), age (?)
short summary about them; they act as both an antagonist and an ally since they are only really interested in what they want or whats fun to them, they are immortal and call themselves 'death itself' since they have a special connection to souls (being the only one able to communicate with them) and the ability to seperate souls from their bodies in such a way that nothing can harm the soul afterwards their main goal is to .. bother and disturb the 'celestials'*, which they hate, as much as they can, breaking into their palace, freeing prisoners, destroying research, destroying the place, and most importantly, making as many souls unusable to them as possible-
they dont want to destroy the celestials though, they cant fight them anyway and this game of doing 'good' only with the goal of annoying them is their most treasured activity, so Xaror doesnt intend to stop them from killing or hurting anyone, only from harvesting what they are actually after (though Xaror doesnt actually care as little as they think they do about people, and has a soft spot for demons)
most of their appearance is later into the story; Zaphira (the empress) had been in coma and the medical facility she was treated in was destroyed by Shargon (orange eyed demon who acts as her bodyguard for the first part) in an attempt to save her from her estranged relatives taking over her country after they heard of her decline in health, she is believed dead but washes up on the shore of the mountain Xaror resides at years later (it has a reason, too much to write here) and they slowly nurse her back to health, the reason they give for it is that they found their first encounter very fun, thats all (is it?)
(more lore under the cut bc this is already so long .. im trying to keep it short q-q ......... this is stuff i have been working on since i was a kid so uh, some things might be cheesy but i cant change them anymore ..)
just to get some basics out of the way; theres three worlds, the celestials palace, human world and demon world, each are their own planet connected via different gateways
*celestials (possibly not final name, loosely based on angels) are the last remaining "survivors" of their planets demise, when their world died the most powerful among them cannibalized the weaker to sustain themselves until there were only less than 10 left, who each turned into different beings from it and dont resemble their own people much anymore, they built a palace from what was left on their world that protects them from space as its atmosphere collapsed shortly after- however they still needed something to live off; they discover the human world and are delighted to find rather short lived people with powerful souls, the best kind of sustenance for them (now), they aim to herd them like cattle, but a problem arose when it turned out another world has long been in contact with the human world; demons
demons are semi immortal creatures that act as protectors for their world, protection they extended, more or less secretely, to the human world ensuring them a long and secure life- the celestials need them to die at their whim though (demons are few in numbers, hard to kill and rarely have offspring, not an ideal target); as they worked out a plan on how to get rid of demons one of the celestials, Xanthriel (time) grew somewhat fond of people as they spent alot of time in the human world to observe and research them; in the end turning on their own completely, but losing the fight against Uriel (knowledge)
Xanthriel was supposed to be executed for their betrayal, but it doesnt work, instead they are splintered into many parts after a lot of struggle, most body, memory and most strength is one part (ending up as motionless forever bleeding corpse kept locked up in the palace), the rest is some time later gathered together and reforms as a seperate, weak mockery of them, they embody Xanthriels emotion- Xaror, without memory, strangely cut to pieces (hence all the missing limbs and broken halo) but driven by an unstoppable desire to disturb the celestials (they live seperate long enough to each become their own person, at some point Xaror discovers Xanthriels body after all and they merge back together, though as they are now two, Xanthriel only takes over once directly after merging, stays silent for a long time and lets Xaror be themselves, only later revealing that they are there at all .. hiding perhaps- i rarely have specific ideas for voices, but Xanthriels is like, like coarse rocks being violently rubbed against each other, less voice more noise)
(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group
(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group (he wasnt the strongest or special, he was jsut the last in the row and always got the lowest dosage) when Xaror found them in yet another break in into the palace and got him back to the demon world .. where he was promptly blamed for the others that were taken and treated like a pretender/fake/spy bc what he got put through changed his eye color (something that demons cannot change in any form) to one that does not exist among 'real' demons (orange ... notice the inner color of Xarors broken halo? :) ), some even suggesting killing him, but none of them were brave enough to do it (they were all kids still) .. except Eadrya (the big blue-ish one, largely regarded as the strongest demon alive) but Shargon managed to escape, and since then lived largely in isolation- this is part of why he is so hated, and why he starts to spend so much time in the human world after rediscovering the pathway there)
#ganondoodles#art#original art#oc#oc lore#i guess??????????#jesus this got so long#even though i tried to leave out as much as i can#god it sounds so meh when writing it out like this#but i swear it all fits together ......... at least a little bit better than it seems to be here#i have had most of this lore for years and years#im only now connecting everything and writing it to makes sense all together#ngl i almost dont want to clikc post#i dont know if i ever wrote this much oc stuff publicly#its like .......... my thinking lifes project#its also 1:30 am and i need to get up early for a dentist appointment hahaaaaaaa#long post#again .........................................#pls excuse any typos i am actively falling asleep as im typing#i havent even gotten into much of the demon lore#the entire element system and lords and king and and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah#just a few days ago i had the idea to make Eadrya actually having been fond of Shargon when they were young#only for him to reappear weird and changed- like an impostor there to end them all at some point#would give it even more reason why Eadrya hates Shargon so much hmmm#i want to thank the three people who will read this rambly wall of text#idk why i even put it on this wonky doodle .... but anyway- written is written
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I feel so bad whenever someone mentions that their favourite autistic rep is like. Sam from atypical or sheldon from the Big Bang theory. we need to get you some autistic characters who arenât treated like shit by their friends STAT
#the truest repairman posts#I used to love tbbt and sheldon so much when I was younger#It did so much irreparable damage to my self esteem because I grew to think that the way his friends treated him was how#I deserved to be treated#And honestly I could write paragraphs about how atypical is terrible as autistic rep#Again comma the representation itself isnât really that bad itâs more the way they portray acceptable relationships#No autistic person should ever have their partner reward them for not talking about their special interest..#Thatâs not someone who actually likes you as a person behaviour#Autism
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the summer after finishing university in New York, Marinette gets invited to a camping trip with Alya and Nino and his best friend. which, honestly, is for the best. at least she has more time than the four years she's already had to figure out how to reach out to her one-time superhero partner, with whom she fell out of touch after the reveal.
only, it's Adrien Agreste waiting for them on the meeting point, beaming so hard at her that it's blatantly obvious they know each other well. in her panic, what is Marinette supposed to tell Alya and Nino to protect their identites, if not that they used to date?
(fake exes AU x there was only one tent)
#miraculous ladybug#writing prompt#ladynoir#adrinette#if you thought fake-dating was ridiculous enough get ready for: fake exes!!#Adrien is sunshine. his lady!! he's so happy to see her again!!! but also she did kind of ghost him for years is she mad at him?#Marinette is dying inside. maybe this would be easier if she ever fell out of love with Chat Noir and not just dated for sport during her B#Alya doesn't understand how could her best friend hide a relationship all throughout highschool but she wants to know all about it!#Nino's pretty sure Adrien is still in love with Nette which makes everything so much more complicated. couldn't they just stargaze in peace#I'm clearly having a lot of thoughts about it but I also do not think this is getting written unfortunately#poor boy sitting in my drafts for a year now. someone liberate him!!
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i didnât do it, i didnât do it for love; what did i do it for?
[sequel piece to kill the sparrow]
#sleep token#sleep token art#sleep token vessel#sleep token ii#sleep token fanart#bygone art#blood#blood tw#death#death tw#ask to tag#<- idk what warnings are appropriate for this exactly#but yeah. please please please read the fic it has more context#for those who did:#at the end of the day in this timeline the cycle doesn't end. not with them#vessel ends up on the other end of the blade. he knew he would. he has known from the beginning#and it still hurts#not getting his throat slit; he has come to terms with that. it's who's holding the dagger to his neck#the one before was a stranger to him; still not easy to kill but easier when you feel nothing for them#ii is a friend. a bandmate. the closest person in vessel's whole life and he has to die by his hands#it isn't easy to let go. for either of them. but holy duty stands above any feelings they may have.#there's no vessel now; just a lifeless body that housed sleep once and never will again#there is no ii either. a new vessel now stands reborn#he is without a name but his new purpose is grander than he'll ever be#his demise laid out right in front of him#slumped at his feet#okay enough writing in the tags alex i hope you shit yourself (very affectionate)#sparrowverse#bygone lore
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