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it’s okay if you left your decaying body at the bottom of a cold, dark pit full of acrid sludge. it’s okay if your head isn’t a head or if you don’t have a head at all sometimes. it’s okay if you have the vengeful ghost of an old friend in the back of your throat. it’s okay if you’re none of the people you’re made of. you’re my friend. come eat this yummy gyoza
#was thinking about dorohedoro again. I think that maybe part of why its always resonated with me is that sense of like#having an objectively very brittle sense of self that’s supported by the people who know you#And how that makes you feel “real” moreso than anything else#dorohedoro#mari speaks
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surprise post bc my blogs fixed woo hoo!! i initially sent this as an ask to @hanasnx as my contribution to his baby daddy!jason au, but i also wanted to share it here for u guys as a little treat :p
Baby Daddy!Jason, who you co-parent with, in a very civilized way. No joke, the picture of camaraderie between exes. He takes your daughter on the days he's supposed to (which isn't that often, given his occupation) and brings her back on time, always with a little gift for you as well. Flowers, chocolates, a little knick-knack reminiscent of when you were together. It's not because he's in love with you or anything; it's just the principle of the matter. "Happy wife, happy life," not that you were married or even dating, but he figures the mother of his child should get love sometimes.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who, the next time he sees you, it's to drop off something your daughter forgot with him, and as he's handing you the bag, he casually asks why you haven't been asking him to take her more often. You had been for a while when you were going on dates weekly, but for some reason, the relationships never went anywhere, so you just gave up. "Oh, you know, it just wasn't working out." you say off-handedly, "Kept getting ghosted." you sound only marginally disappointed, moreso annoyed. "What a shame, they're really missing out," he says, getting real close to you and taking up your entire field of vision.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who's got your entire calendar memorized and knows that his daughter's not home tonight and that you've got no plans other than watching movies in solitude. He knows you're too stubborn to call him over for company even though you've been giving him fuck me eyes in passing for the past few months, so he figures he just has to take matters into his own hands and corner you until you give in like he knows you want to.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who fucks you on damn near every surface in the house, telling you he's just christening the place like he would've already done if you lived together. Whispers apologies in your ears about scaring off all of your dates while he's splitting you open, bullying his cock into you while your eyes roll to the back of your head because you haven't been fucked this good in years, not since the last time you'd been with him. You're face is deep in some pillows when you realize the memories you had of his dick pale in comparison to the real thing, and you aren't sure you could go back to using your imagination to get off after tonight.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who keeps you up all night until your pussy's red and puffy from how many times it'd come in contact with his hips while he was fucking you. Fat tip kissing your cervix until you were clawing at his biceps, begging him to give you some reprieve, tears in your eyes while you babbled incoherently, too lost in the feeling of him to make any sense. He admits in the midst of sex that he tried to get over you; he really did, but he just couldn't; he just couldn't picture you with another man in any capacity. The thought of someone else touching you, fucking you, loving you, made his stomach turn, filling him with rage and an overwhelming need to claim you as his.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who's a level-headed, non-fragile ego'd man until it comes to his family, which, contrary to what some would say, did not only consist of his daughter but you too, and any guy who tried to get with you was a threat. he didn't know the intentions of other men, but he knew his own, which was to keep his little family happy as long as he was alive. If that meant putting a gun to the head of anyone who made a move on you and consoling you by stretching you out the way he knew you liked until you just said "fuck it" and let him put another baby in you, then so be it.
#jason todd lover#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd smut#jason todd imagine#red hood#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood x fem!reader#red hood smut#red hood imagine
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Adam (or lute) with a really insecure S/o? like to the point of wearing baggy sweaters in extreme heat type. I imagine either of them having absolutely none of that-
ok but this is so real hello??? i love this request!!!
🥀Cw: angst to fluff, adam being adam
🥀Pairing(s): Adam x reader, Lute x reader
Adam:
adam isn't the most observant person in the world, so when he first met you, he didn't really notice anything strange about how insecure you are
adam fell hard and fast, and once you two were official, he began to notice the effort you put into hiding your body
he also noticed how, compared to him, you never bragged about yourself and you were always so self depricating
adam isn't very... empathic, and he sometimes has a hard time understanding your insecurities
adam doesn't understand why you don't love yourself- he thinks you're stunning and smart and gorgeous. how could you not see how wonderful you are?
he's mever been great at communicating, but he makes it a point to start reminding you how "fucking awesome" you are, and how lucky he is to be with you
when it comes to baggy and heavy clothes, adam doesn't care much about how you dress, moreso how you feel
he'll offer you his oversized shirts if it will make you more comfortable, but if you're deliberately overheating just to hide your body? no, that's not okay
thats probably when he'll pull you aside and ask whats up
while adam isn't great at explaining himself, he tries his best to articulate that he doesn't care what your body looks like or what you wear, as long as you're happy and comfortable
however, that also means he doesn't want you overheating or getting yourself sick, and will offer to just chill at home with you instead of going out
on days when you're feeling really insecure, adam will give you his robe to wear to make you feel more comfy, and will curl up with you on the couch in your shared apartment, far away from anyone else's prying eyes
adam just wants you to feel comfortable around him, and wants you to know that he loves you regardless of what you look like, but will never try to force you to be less insecure and will always try to make you more comfortable
even if he's a bit of an asshole and doesn't always understand, he's your asshole and you wouldn't have it any other way
Lute:
if you're datinh, lute worships the ground you walk on, she genuinely thinks you're perfect and doesn't understand how you could think otherwise
lute is also pretty observant and notices right away how insecure you seem to be
she takes it upon herself to compliments you often, not only on your looks, but on your skills and personality as well
lute doesn't show her body much either so she doesn't really care whether or not you do, but if you're hiding your body to the point where its genuinely harmful? nope. not gonna fly.
she's more mature than adam and would sit you down to have a conversation with you about how you feel
she doesn't want it to seem like a confrontation, she knows how sharp and rude she can appear and doesn't want her icy demeanor to scare you away
once she understands the situation a little better she offers genuine advice and is always very supportive
lute would invite you to go on walks with her, or to sit with her while she works out, and overall just offers to spend more time with you to work through any insecurities you may have
she doesn't want you to feel like you have to hide any part of yourself when around her, and will kiss every inch of your body and praise you to the moon and back until you understand that
lute wants you to stay safe and would fret if you overheated, as much as she wants you to be comfortable she also wants you to be healthy- physically and mentally
she understands that you don't want to purposefully overheat and doesn't blame you, but she is also pretty serious about you keeping yourself safe
on hot days you both mostly just stay home, and whenever you're feeling especially insecure she cooks you your comfort meal and chats with you to get your mind off things
i need them both this is not a drill. also what if i told you i had zestial x reader in my drafts huh. what then.
#adam x reader#adam x you#adam hazbin hotel#adam hazbin x reader#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel adam x reader#hazbin hotel adam x you#lute x reader#hazbin hotel lute x reader#lute x you#hazbin hotel fluff#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel headcanon#lute headcanons#adam headcanob#adam x reader x lute#hazbin hotel x you
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I have a headcanon on how these guys style themselves postgame and you WILL hear me out.
Kanaya, Roxy, and Jade are self explanatory. They know how they want to present themselves. They know how to go forward with that. They’ve got colour combos and layering and fashion choices suited to their particular style IN THE BAG. Loud, prominent, they know whats up.
Jake, Calliope, and Jane get nudged into giving a fuck about fashion by anyone named above, or rather their own desire to dress up…Jake moreso because as a celebrity he gives too much of a fuck about his image to be anything less. Callie of course is affectionate enough with jade and roxy that they teach her how to style and i think she would like lolita and more daintier feminine stuff than roxy, but she does tend to sometimes switch over to suits. Jane is pure butch energy she dresses like a guy but as a girl with fashion sense. Like strict lesbian style. I dont know how else to fucking put it she would dress like how a butch lesbian would.
Jane and Jake stylewise would be similiar to some retro callback summer movie where everyones on a roadtrip in a yellow van or something except jake is more prone to extravagancy because he gives more of a fuck. Also one of them is wearing dresses and its NOT Jane.
Dirk and Rose.. fashion disasters. Dirk doesnt know fashion weight for a while and tries too hard id even suspect that he would try and mimic daves fashion style for a while until john or someone else blatantly calls him out in an offhand comment and jake and the rest of his friends start getting on his fucking case about being so bland with his fashion takes (all primaries, little to no patterns, basic, no layering.) that he caves and starts taking it like a personal challenge to style well.
At some point he has a revelation and realises he can get piercings and starts leaning into that and punk / gothish fashion. Black with complimentary colours recommended by friends.
Rose is sort of a fashion trainwreck like for all of kanayas nudging she doesnt really give a fuck and kanaya starts dictating her outfits and then of course she also gets the "someone makes an offhand comment that makes them mald really hard about it and go into a snooty onesided competition to prove they GET IT actually and that you were TOTALLY wrong about them not GETTING IT." Its the only way Dirk and Rose start caring.
Terezi and John get nudged around by their respective compadres about fashion sense and style, but they generally dont give a damn and have their own thing going for them. Theyve got their own vibe and style that feels well on them and especially terezi wise i think she would lean into the fashion disaster for fun. As long as the colours taste well together, who gives a damn about layering etc etc. throw in some crocs with a suit. An oversized shirt with a tapered skirt. Who cares. John is more tried and true but he styles out ENOUGH so he doesnt end up in the last (deorgatory) category.
Dave and Karkat are the real stubborn contendors of the friendgroup fashionwise. Baggy on baggy outfitwear. WILL get on your case if you point out had it not been for their respective colour choices they basically dress the exact same. Same mix of cargo pants, sweatpants, tracksuit pants, hoodies, and tshirts to keep them going for the lifetime. There js nothing else. Whats layering. Accessories? Well except for a watch hard pass. Patterned clothing? No way. Basic colours ONLY. Maybe Dave would dig long shorts ive always seen him as a longshorts kind of guy but its never anything noteworthy. Type of guys to choose what theyre wearing with their eyes closed thats how basic their closet is.
Anyways thats my style and fashion thoughts. Let me know what you think. Discuss and all that. Also tag yourself on which one youre closest to stylewise. Im jake. Obviously.
#homestuck#hom3stuck#dirk strider#jake english#dave strider#rose lalonde#roxy lalonde#john egbert#terezi pyrope#kanaya maryam#calliope#jade harley#jane crocker#karkat vantas#borzoi meta#borzoi talks#im in the fog so thisll be the last post for a while#💥💥💥 thoughts and stuff
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(the executive dysfunction monster hit me too, i fear. was stuck between babydaddy!red hood and babydaddy!arkham knight, but i settled on red hood bc i'm choosing to gatekeep my ak thoughts)
baby daddy!jason, who you co-parent with in a very civilized way. no joke, the picture of camaraderie between exes. he takes your daughter on the days he's supposed to (which isn't that often, given his occupation) and brings her back on time, always with a little gift for you as well. flowers, chocolates, a little knick-knack reminiscent of when you were together. it's not because he's in love with you or anything; it's just the principle of the matter. "happy wife, happy life," not that you were married or even dating, but he figures the mother of his child should get love sometimes.
baby daddy!jason, who, the next time he sees you, it's to drop off something your daughter forgot with him, and as he's handing you the bag, he casually asks why you haven't been asking him to take her more often. you had been for a while when you were going on dates weekly, but for some reason, the relationships never went anywhere, so you just gave up. "oh, you know, it just wasn't working out." you say off-handedly, "kept getting ghosted." you sound only marginally disappointed, moreso annoyed. "hm, what a shame, they're really missing out," he says, getting real close to you and taking up your entire field of vision.
baby daddy!jason, who's got your entire calendar memorized and knows that his daughter's not home tonight, and you've got no plans other than watching movies in solitude. he knows you're too stubborn to call him over for company even though you've been giving him fuck me eyes in passing for the past few months, so he figures he just has to take matters into his own hands and corner you until you give in like he knows you want to.
baby daddy!jason who fucks you on damn near every surface in the house, telling you he's just christening the place like he would've already done if you lived together. whispers apologies in your ears about scaring off all of your dates while he's splitting you open, bullying his cock into you while your eyes roll to the back of your head because you haven't been fucked this good in years, not since the last time you'd been with him. your face is deep in some pillows when you realize the memories you had of his dick pale in comparison to the real thing, and you weren't sure you could go back to using your imagination to get off after tonight.
baby daddy!jason, who keeps you up all night until your pussy's red and puffy from how many times it'd come in contact with his hips while he was fucking you. fat tip kissing your cervix until you were clawing at his biceps, begging him to give you some reprieve, tears in your eyes while you babble incoherently, too lost in the feeling of him to make any sense. he admits in the midst of sex that he tried to get over you, he really did, but he just couldn't; just couldn't picture you with another man in any capacity. the thought of someone else touching you, fucking you, loving you, made his stomach turn, filling him with rage and an overwhelming need to claim you as his.
baby daddy!jason, who's a level-headed, non-fragile ego'd man until it comes to his family, which, contrary to what some would say, did not only consist of his daughter but you too, and any guy who tried to get with you was a threat. he didn't know the intentions of other men, but he knew his own, which was to keep his little family happy as long as he was alive. if that meant putting a gun to the head of anyone who made a move on you and consoling you by stretching you out the way he knew you liked until you just said "fuck it" and let him put another baby in you, then so be it.
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i have a hard time responding to long inbox messages but i wanted to tell you thank you for indulging me in my idea i loved reading this :)
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D&D Vampire Lore Dump #2
"Biology" Their "metabolism" and their physical body, their senses, why they're not aging and "vampires actually make fantastic torture victims, if you're a monster: vampire healing and how to inflict scars on them."
OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER FOR FIRST TIME READERS: There are two things to note about the lore presented here: First, while the standard stat block in the monster manual is the default, in terms of lore vampires have this annoying tendency to be incredibly, stupidly varied. They are magical monstrosities ruled by the power of symbolism and superstition above anything else.
The next is that D&D is decades old, spans five editions, several settings and hundreds of writers. One guy establishes a piece of lore, and then the next picks it up goes "nah" and writes something else. I collected info from four different source books, all from different editions, which naturally don't entirely agree on how vampires work. Lore never stays consistent and may contradict itself. You may see information somewhere else from a source I don't have that contradicts what I wrote here. If you read this and like some of this stuff but not other bits, take the good and ditch the rest. Larian themselves have not written BG3 totally compliant with some established D&D lore or the original games.
Basically, in D&D, canon is what you decide it is.
Feeding | "Biology" | Hierarchy | Weaknesses and Cures | Psychology
The transformation into a vampire causes little physical change, except for the fangs, and the fact that their facial features seem take on a permanent hardened expression, appearing more "feral" in a way that is likened to a starving wolf. Spawn moreso than freed vampires, and in 5e they have claws despite the fact that freed vampires don't. Rarely a vampire's eyes turn red upon changing, but this doesn't usually happen. Their eyes do start glowing red when they're angry through.
Most of the vampire's five senses are sharpened by undeath. They can see perfectly in the dark, for example, and are very hard to catch off guard. The only one that gets duller than it was when they were alive is the sense of touch - "a blunt, phantom sense of touch, more mechanical than biological. It is a pale, crude approximation of a real tactile sense." They don't feel the effects of physical exertion and their ability to feel pain is dulled (but not nonexistent). They're not particularly bothered by high or cold temperatures unless they're at extremes (like frostbite levels, or "standing by a lava pool" levels). They're also largely unbothered by electric shocks.
They don't breathe, though they do actually have a heartbeat as their blood still gets pumped around their body. It doesn't provide any biological need of a living circulatory system, but is possibly part of keeping the body animated via magic.
Vampires do not produce body heat and tend to be room temperature to the touch unless they've fed within the last 24 hours, in which case they appear alive.
Lacking brain activity on account of being dead, vampires are immune to mind effecting spells and psionics. The fact that Astarion is affected by the tadpole is likely due to Netherese magic. The parasite is canonically modifying his undead state to its needs and has shut down his vampiric abilities, as he observes in one banter.
Their physical abilities massively increase. They have superhuman strength, speed and reflexes and are far more durable than the living.
Vampiric blood looks like humanoid blood at first glance, but takes on a golden sheen when held up to a light source. Also if the vampire it came from is still alive, then that blood can have strange magic properties… which are random! Maybe it burns like acid, or puts you under mind control if you touch it, or explodes into flame when exposed to sunlight! You won't know 'til you find out, it could do anything or nothing.
Vampires are capable of siring partially-undead children with the living (Dhampirs). Dhampirs are alive but as they grow up and their undead heritage starts to manifest they begin to share their vampire parent's cravings and feeding habits and are not terribly fond of said parent, as a rule.
Vampires are the only undead that require sleep. That turned out to be a very long topic of its own though, so maybe I'll focus on the details another time. Short version: Vampires have an instinctive knowledge of how close sunrise is. Some vampires can chose to sleep much like humans, others will immediately shut down the second the sun appears over the horizon and be dead until the moment it next sinks below said horizon, at which point the vampire is 1000% aware and awake again. They are bound to soil from their grave/homeland and must sleep on/in that or be destroyed. In BG3 specifically, looking at Cazador, elves still reverie (trance) in undeath. (In reverie, elves relive their memories of years gone by in vivid real time instead of dreaming. It's how elves avoid forgetting their own lives while living 700+ years) Vampires also hibernate, where they chose to go into a deep sleep for an unknown and uncontrollable length of time reaching centuries in length. Usually due to depression.
A vampire's body is frozen in time, and they will always have the same appearance they had when they died. The magic that keeps the vampire frozen in time, unageing, also gives them regenerative properties as it tries to reset them. Within minutes of receiving a wound, the wound has closed itself as if it were never there. "Wounds close, broken bones reform themselves, even missing limbs regenerate…" Reducing a vampire to 0 hit points also does not kill them, but that's for a later instalment. If one were to torture a vampire one could get both incredibly creative and make it last indefinitely.
They also can't get new tattoos or piercings, as the body heals them over again and pushes out the ink/metal. On the same logic if they had body modifications before they died then they'd never be able to get rid of them - if you scrape off the skin a tattoo is on or tore off a pierced lobe, the skin that grows back will still have the tattoo and the ear will have the hole for the earing still there.
However, there are forms of magical damage that inflict permanent marks on a vampire, which are called stigmata. Sunlight, holy water, holy symbols and the like are known to leave a scar. A silver plated blade might also do it.
There are two energy planes: Positive and Negative. Also known as the Planes of Life and Death, whose energies infuse the Prime Material Plane (which contains worlds like Earth and Toril). Living creatures are powered by positive energy (also called "radiant"), while the undead are animated by negative energy ("necrotic"). It's actually theorised that the undead somehow exist on the Prime Material Plane and the Negative Energy Plane simultaneously, though this seems gets into a lot of planar lore and conflicting information that I'm not going into. Traditionally, due to this difference, the undead are healed by spells made of negative/necrotic energy such as Inflict Wounds spells, but in reverse would be harmed by healing spells. 5e has not included this detail, that I've seen.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion ancunin#astarion#i seem to recall something about Vampire the Masquerade writers also writing for Ravenloft#I can definitely see it#long post
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₊ ☾⋆ tripede boys cuddle hcs ⋆⁺₊⋆
vash. wolfwood. knives.
synopsis: some cute lil cuddle hcs for the tripede boys!!
tags: trigun stampede, headcanons, cuddling, cute, fluff, short hc drabbles, knives is just a teeny tiny bit angsty
w/c: 1149
a/n: yep yep been wanting to post some tripede for a whilee
headcanon
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vash
☾. vash will cuddle you in every method virtually possible, most of the time adapting to whatever position you're already in. are you sitting up on a flat surface? he's on his stomach, laying between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist as his head rests in your lap. laying down? most of the time, he wiggles against you to be the little spoon, but will be the big spoon every once in a while. in a chair? is there room beside you? if so, he'll lean against your side and drape an arm over your shoulder. no room? he picks you up, sits down, and places you in his lap. vash will always find a way to be attached to you.
☾. just out of politeness, he'll sheepishly laugh and ask if he's invading your space. he prays to whatever is out there for you to reply that he's not, and when you affirm that he's not, he gets a burst of energy and squeezes you tightly in elation. if you say that he is, in fact, too much in your space, he immediately separates and apologizes. although he tries to hide it, his disappointment is apparent as he childishly sulks for a minute before his mood improves again.
☾. while you're cuddling, he loves nothing more than to hear you talk about anything and everything. he encourages you to talk about your day, dreams for your future, and anything else that comes to mind. he moves his thumb in circles over your skin as he stares lovingly, a light smile gracing his lips. you pause every so often at his dreamy expression to make sure he's still listening, and he always is.
☾. you run your fingers through his fluffy, blond hair as he tightens his hold around your waist. you note how the fingers of his prosthetic arm feel cold through your shirt, and inversely, his real fingers feel warm against your other side. his eyes are closed, and his chest heaves with each breath; you wonder if he fell asleep. the plant patterns on his face vaguely glow in the light at his comfort, and you can't help but softly touch them with your finger tips. vash's eyes slowly half open, and you retract your hand quickly. he smiles. "hey... do you think they're weird?" you blink, considering the question. "huh? your markings? i don't know, i think they're pretty." his smile widens and he exhales, touched by your answer. "not as pretty as you, though," he replies.
wolfwood
☾. despite all his complaining about how his arm is falling asleep, wolfwood's favorite cuddle position is laying in bed on his back with you curled against his chest, nestled in the crook of his arm.
☾. he secretly loves your before-bed zoomies, when you have the sudden burst of energy to pester him. a thin grin spreads across his lips as he provokes you into initiating a wrestling match, which he entertains for several moments, before showing you just how strong nicholas the punisher was. "that's not fair," you would whine as he rubs his rough, scruffy facial hair against your cheek. "yeah, well. life isn't fair, sweetheart," he replies.
☾. wolfwood wasn't often the type for late night conversations. he finds himself dozing off as you talk about whatever you're talking about; it's not for a lack of appreciation, but moreso a deep comfort from laying with you that hypnotizes him, lulls him into sleep. as a guttural snore cuts through your words, you jostle wolfwood awake, offended. "you fell asleep while i was talking," you scold. wolfwood will endlessly insist that he did not, in fact, fall asleep.
☾. one night, after you had told wolfwood that you were staying the night at a friend's, you decided to come home anyway. you slipped into the bedroom, feeling your way to your side of the bed, only to promptly fall against metal. you groaned as the collision echoed throughout the room. "nicholas!! you were cuddling with your cross?!" wolfwood groggily raises his head up as you sandwich yourself between the headboard and cross, pushing against the latter with all your might. it didn't even budge. "it's hard to sleep without you," he mutters, grabbing the cross and effortlessly swinging it over the edge of the bed to gently place on the floor. your frustration melted away the second he turned back over and pulled you against him.
knives
☾. more often than not, you'll have to be the one to initiate cuddling with knives as he lays up in bed reading, or at the very least, ask him to cuddle you. he loves you dearly, but he forgets that physical affection is a thing that exists. when prompted to cuddle, he'll reflect for a moment to analyze whether he's been giving you enough affection lately or not. "i'm sorry. i need to initiate these things more," he says, wrapping his arm along your side and holding your chin. you smile and and run your thumb over his frown. "don't worry so much," you reply.
☾. he loves to envelop you entirely; he places his hand firmly against the back of your head as you nestle in the crook of his neck, and his other arm presses your body tightly against his. his leg rests over yours, and your hands are against his chest. sometimes, he plants a kiss against your hair. you feel safe as his larger form curls around you, and he feels at peace in your presence.
☾. knives admittedly isn't the best at relationships or knowing exactly what will make you feel happy. he often asks for feedback, what he could do better, or if there's anything new he could try. although, he hates that he has to ask these things in order to understand— knives isn't used to concepts that don't come naturally to him, and he wants to be the best he can for you right away. no matter how much you reassure him, you can tell he feels inadequate as a significant other anyway.
☾. he scowls, although not in anger, but more like intense focus. his lips part to say something, but close for several moments, and open again. "thank you..." he begins, considering his words very carefully. "thank you for being so patient with me. i know i'm— i'm... different. and still learning. thank you for letting me be with you." his face softens as his sentence finishes, and he looks at you. you smile and hold his face in your hands; the fact that knives feels safe enough to express such vulnerability warms you to your core. "nai. i don't want anything in the world other than to be with you. you make me so happy, and you treat me so well, okay? i hope you'll always remember that." he bows his head, leaning into your hold, eventually melting against you in an embrace.
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#trigun stampede#vash the stampede#nicholas the punisher#wolfwood#millions knives#vash#tripede#trigun stampede headcanons#trigun stampede fanfic#vash fluff#trigun stampede hcs#trigun stampede x reader#vash x reader#wolfwood x reader#knives x reader#i can fix knives i can fix him i can fix him i can fix
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haven’t been active in the rykter fandom in awhile, but i’ve seen quite a lot of opinions floating around on here & twt that i had quite a lot of thoughts about!
someone said the show is queerbaiting… and i genuinely cannot believe how anyone can see a character figuring out his queer identity and only see the matherik ship & dumb it down to queerbaiting.
edit: i want to clarify this part i said on queerbaiting because i didn’t articulate my thoughts in depth. at the end of season 2, mathias initiated a kiss with erik ultimately implying his queer identity. and his season 3 storyline has confirmed him as a queer character, who is crushing on erik & struggling with acceptance whilst getting bullied by his ex-best friend. however, erik’s pov is open to interpretation, which leaves a lot of space for fan theories (that i eat tf up) but at the moment, that’s all they are. fan theories. erik’s actions can be interpreted as both platonic & non-platonic, and i don’t see the show dangling matherik in the audiences faces. since they’re very focused on mathias’ story and his perspective rather than erik’s. whose own story seems to focus on him hanging around the wrong crowd and his questionable behaviour. it leaves the storyline open to go down two very different routes: erik could have his own queer realisation and the two of them eventually end up together. or mathias’ has unrequited feelings for his straight (or aro 👀) friend but those feelings helped him with his own queer journey to acceptance. and i think with how they’ve set erik up, it could genuinely go either way and make sense.
^^ that’s why i believe the queerbaiting claims are a stretch.
it’s become very clear why people began watching rykter: matherik. but people NEED to remember that the show is not solely about them. it never has been. this show is about the chaotic lives of ‘sheltered’ (i can’t think of the word i’m after) teenagers who all have the capability to be stupid, immature and selfish. which yes, includes felix as one of those characters and yes, includes erik as a teenager capable of being a bad person at times.
these teenagers are also all (well almost all) capable of redemption. mathias has proved his own ability to be redeemed after his s1 antics, erik will surely have his own redemption path regarding his current s3 antics and thea is currently having her redemption this season. just because erik has been generally good in the first two seasons, doesn’t mean he isn’t prone to poor decision making & shitty actions. remember: they’re all 15-16 years old.
i’ve seen a few people suggest that the rykter writers are ‘getting off’ on or ‘enjoying’ the homophobic abuse that mathias has been subjected to, but i think that’s a massive stretch. and an extremely poor outlook on the shows writing in my opinion. many people forget that even though norway is a progressive country that homophobic shitheads still exist. and the way mathias is being treated by someone as horrible as felix & no one saying anything due to being ‘sheltered’ followers is quite real.
and when someone as jealous, hateful & spiteful as felix who clearly puts up with his own share of prejudice gets to put someone else down (someone who he also feels ‘betrayed’ by), he’ll jump at that opportunity in an attempt to make himself better and stronger. from victim -> perpetrator. i understand the frustration around this season focusing on felix quite a lot but people need to stop seeing his storyline as ways to ‘excuse’ his actions and moreso to explain them & simply SHOW his life. they seem pretty hellbent on showing you that he’s a shitty person regardless of his home life & personal issues.
anyways rant over! time to disappear again lol. feel free to disagree with anything i said. always happy to have a discussion!
#rykter#rykter nrk#matherik#rykter s3#rykter spoilers#benjamin ebbesen#teo tomczuk#erik#mathias#s3#i could put more tags#but these were just my most recent and i cba#anyways i think people are overreacting
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Due to popular demand, I wrote more headcannons with the tadc crew and a young child reader.
Gangle with child Reader
Jax with child Reader #1
Jax with child Reader #2
Kinger with child Reader
Caine with child Reader
Bubble, Ragatha and Zooble & child Reader
Bubble
★ If he sees you doing something bad he will tell Caine later and watches you while you break the rules, not really able to do anything else.
★ He needs to float just out of your reach because you use every opportunity to pop him. The damned parasite eats your food when you look away so the hatred for him is warranted.
★ Bubble is the only one who makes you cry regularly. Unsurprisingly, Bubble ends up getting popped alot for making you cry. Because of you Cain has had to tell Bubble not to:
Wake you up by licking your face
Watch you sleep
Encourage you to stop wearing clothes
Attack your stuffed animals
Attack your breakfast
Attack your lunch
Attack your dinner
Attack you (not even if you were breaking the rules)
Give you weapons
Give you styrofoam
Let you into other people's rooms (how? he doesn't have hands?)
Count to infinity
★ Despite all of this he occasionally gets the responsibility of watching you when nobody else can. See above for what usually happens when he is in charge of you.
Ragatha
★ She's a mother figure to you. And to pretty much anyone who's stuck in the digital circus. But mostly you. Focusing her energy on looking out for you helps distract her from completely losing it.
★The baby talk comes out when she's around you. Its super annoying and literally everyone wants her to stop. But she can't help it! You're so precious, it just slips out.
★ I feel like before she got stuck in the circus she wanted to have kids of her own one day. Obviously she can't now, but having you around helps her cope with that. She is the #1 digital mom.
★ She calls you darling, hon and dear alot. Only using your full name when you royally mess up or do something you shouldn't.
★ You can always ask her for help when you need it. She'd be honored to teach you how to do something you dont know. There's a scrapbook in her room filled with your drawings.
Zooble
★ Zooble is not good with kids, their patience for you thins by the minute. Still, you're a child and don't know any better so you get more leniency than everyone else.
★ Please stop asking them questions, they don't know the answer to half of them. How are they supposed to answer the question "are bears still real?" With a straight face.
★ I'm not saying that Zooble hates you. Moreso they're just at a loss for what to do when you are around.
★ You are without a doubt the most frustrating person for them to deal with. Its pretty impressive, actually. They can yell at Jax when he bothers them but with you, not so much. It's like walking on eggshells.
★ On another note, you get the special privilege of putting them back together when their body falls apart. As long as you promise to put the pieces back correctly.
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Can i ask how funger 2 or 1 characters which you can choose react to an enigmatic reader who is a yellow mage who makes very smooth moves like pure silk while also holding a very calm and nonchalant expression?
Yeas :3 I’m catching up with some of the older requests in my inbox
Abella
She’s enthralled by your mystery… it makes her think of a romance story.
She doesn’t know much of anything about yellow mages so she’d be making up fantasies in her head. And her crush on you makes her think of you as way stronger than you actually are. “Do you live in a castle?… have you ever flown through the sky?… Can you shapeshift?” “😐?”
Abella wants to try dancing with you. She’s actually pretty good, and can hold a rhythm well. Though she’s not perfect, she’s moreso happy to blow off steam. It’s been years since she last danced, and she’s never danced with anyone but her little siblings.
As the war picked up, things were so dour that she forgot what it was like to have a crush. She gets giddy easily. Like sometimes she’ll be outside pacing or lying on the bed kicking her feet because she feels like a girl again.
She likes that you’re kind of stoic. It makes her feel extra special if she can get you to talk, or especially to smile.
Abella would take some interest in learning magic, but ultimately have little talent for it, which frustrates her. But, she is okay with her fighting in the front and you staying behind doing magic. She’s a little insecure about way of fighting being less… elegant. But if it works, it works. She’d rather not fight unless she has to, anyway.
I can see her picking you up and throwing you so you can do a cool little landing and impress people. She’ll also carry you on her shoulders like a parrot. Basically I can see her just manhandling you in general, picking you up and giving you surprise hugs and kisses.
Pav
Pav doesn’t like people who don’t react to him.
He also doesn’t like magic or magic wielders in general. He used to be firmly against the idea of magic existing, though things have changed, of course. I still imagine him being cautious. You have a weapon that he doesn’t understand, and he doesn’t like that.
After a while he understands that you won’t attack unless provoked. He still can’t help but test that line though. Would you kill him if he threatened you? Mocked you? Threatened someone else? …Poked you?
After a few minutes of conversation he would get annoyed that his normal Bremen-soldier shtick isn’t working, and wander away with his tail between his legs.
Every encounter after that he tries to prod at you to get a reaction. After some point it stops being about asserting dominance over you and more out of curiosity. Trying to study you.
I think Pav has a very rigid sense of hierarchy, so he could very quickly acknowledge your skills, and if you were working together he would take orders from you. Quietly. He wouldn’t act deferentially towards you, he’s still going to try to pick at you. But he acknowledges that you are helpful. Helpful. That’s all.
Also I think that Pav is frightened of ghosts. The orphanage is his worst nightmare. He’s standing unusually close to you, who just so happens to be the only one able to kill the ghost girl. For no particular reason.
If he thinks that you’ll have a reaction he’ll do anything, so you can push him into the direction of embarassing himself if you want to be mean….
For example, if you fake going to grab a hat, like “oh that’s a cute hat” he’ll snatch it up out of your hands and put it on immediately. And then he’s stuck wearing an ugly hat. And your party will laugh at him.
Samarie
Samarie knows about yellow mages due to her studies. Though she has interest in the teachings, the philosophy isn’t for her. She quite likes the few mortal possessions she has, the small tethers to the real world rather than the magic she was born into.
Two similarly quiet people but both on the opposite ends of the spectrum. One nervous wreck Samarie who freaks out over everything and one completely chill you. She needs to hold you like a teddy bear while hyperventilating after every monster encounter.
Samarie could never do the danse macabre - or any dance for that matter. She’s too weak and gangly from malnutrition, all her movements are a little clumsy. She’s more of a Sylvian girl than a Grogoroth girl… if you want to dance with her you’ll have to put her on your back, or hold her bridal carry. (She’s tall but light, it won’t be a problem.)
Sometimes you will have entire conversations just by staring at each other like this 😐 and the other contestants will find it SO weird. Well, Samarie can read minds but that doesn’t count. She’s staring at your eyes the whole time and spacing out.
Sharing your magic studies! Trading skin bibles! She shows you little tricks she picked up from the Ninth Circle, and you show her things you learned from your travels!
Since Samarie was raised in captivity underground, she wants to hear everything about life outside. She gets such a calm and peaceful look when she sees the visions of your travels in your head. She will plead with you to hear all of your stories and see all of the memories from your eyes. Her heart starts beating so fast with excitement, feeling like she’s there with you.
Samarie will never be able to see the world outside, she is already reaching the end of her lifespan. She loves small things, like trinkets and souvenirs. She doesn’t smile a whole lot, but she gives you a nervous little grin.
#fear and hunger x reader#fear and hunger termina x reader#I hope this was good I tried my best#but I struggled with it a bit
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rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day seven home ✷.⁺⋆˚₊
fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | drabble | word count: 661.
Home had been a shining city on the far horizon for most of Rocket’s formative years: distant and gleaming under an impossible blossom-blue dome. Unreachable. Untouchable. He’d left any hope of it behind, a dozen cannon-shots or more before he’d ever even stepped foot off the Arête. No. Rocket had gone straight from the cages and right into his escape pod, out into a sky that had suddenly seemed much less beautiful and much more forever.
And so home had always been a far-away thing, a thing he could never go back to, a thing that — like love, like peace, like a restful night’s sleep or body that didn’t hurt — Rocket could simply never have. A thing that hadn’t been meant for him. Like the screws slowly grinding away at his bones or the muscle contractures he’s always fighting in his hips and chest, home had just become another old ache that he’d grown to barely notice, except when he’s on a planet where the weather is bad.
And then, one shift — when it was just you and him — he’d been trying to work the knots out of his shoulders. You’d reached out with dancing fingers and a query on your lips — a gentle little sound of offering — and he’d gone as still as a moon pinned between two gravity wells. Your fingers had felt light as little birds, perched on his shoulders weightlessly, and you’d guided them into a rolling series of rotations. Then you’d tugged him between your knees, and kneaded every small stone you’d found lodged under his skin and fur.
When he’d finally gone as molten and buttery as a beeswax candle on a warm day, you’d murmured another little question. He’d blinked at you blankly — completely disconnected from anything but the feel of his body, pliant for the first time in possibly his entire life — so you’d pulled him onto your lap and continued your little ministry of touch until he’d fully curled up, his tail a wreath of feathery brushes around you both. His back had pressed itself into your hands as you’d worked your thumbs into the base of his spine: freeing the tension from his hips, beckoning it out of muscle and bone, letting it dissipate into the air between your fingertips. Your hands had been so warm that even all the metal plates and bolts deep inside had suddenly felt like a part of him — had suddenly matched his own body temperature — every piece slotting together inside him with a rightness he’d never known before. The air in his lungs had turned into little pearls and gemstones, spilling up into his throat like jeweled gravel. He’d made a noise — some kind of rumble — and it had startled him until your hands had soothed over him again and you’d whispered something that had sounded like you’re just purring.
He’d never say any of this in front of the others, never let them know about this: about how soft he is for this, for the warm quiet circle of space in your arms and on your thighs. He’d never climb into your lap like this if they could see it; never make a nest out of your body-heat and burrow into the loose thick folds of your sweatshirt. He only does it on the shifts when everyone else is asleep, or planetside, or away.
It’s not that he’s ashamed. It’s just — this is something special and precious and small, and if he looks at it too closely or acknowledges it exists, he may never have it back. But for now — for these moments that he can only measure in the soft wash of his breath or the thrum of his pulse in his wrists, the steady sound of your heartbeat holding him together like gravity — for now, it’s touchable, and attainable, and real —
Moreso than any shining city on the far horizon, glimmering against the sweep of a blossom-blue ocean and a forever sky.
i did it! i brought my wordcount down! this was just a fun little exercise in writing whatever weird shit came to my mind so sorry if it makes no sense but i figured i'd indulge my inclination toward purple prose (get rekt literary critics). anyway this was fun and i am very much in favor of many future rocket raccoon prompts & prompt weeks, and thank you for creating this and bringing it to my attention, @frostedwitch ♡♡♡
i will be putting out a masterlist for this set of prompts sometime next week probably. i really hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing! ♡
day six. bite rocket prompt week masterlist ✷ main masterlist rocket raccoon prompt week list
taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips
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I feel like Swantello has more of a Goose attitude towards people if he has this need to drive anything humanoid off. I wonder if April could even get near the lake or even be in his line of sight if he’s that aggressive.
Which reminds me, does he just ballet-kicks your ass if you get near enough or does he ninja-kicks your ass? There is a clear difference there and I want to know if he does remembers his ninja training.
And how did he get that pretty tutu, did he just, spawn with it on? Ballet shoes and all?
hehe, yeah, sort of goose energy, though i feel it's worth noting that swans are also considered highly aggressive and territorial-- arguably even moreso than geese! they're real sons-a-bitches.
if april follows the same 'guidelines' as the brothers, she can visit donnie and she does. the entire family takes turns going to see him pretty much every day to check on him, though it's about a fifty-fifty shot on whether or not he'll be able to recognize them on any given day. he's slowly getting better, and they've been trying to figure out what else they can do to make it easier for him to remember who they are.
he does a combo ballet-kick-your-ass and ninja-kick-your-ass! he still remembers all his ninja training, and that is still the foundation to his combat style, but it does have ballet flavor to it now.
yes, he did just spawn the adorable tutu and ballet slippers u w u it was a part of the package deal when he got magickal-girled.
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I might have ranted about this before but I can't find my old anon tag nor my old posts so. 🐊 anon from now on for whatever else I need to rant abt on here.
this is all mostly me ranting about forced inclusivity and queer stuff (coming from a poly, pan person) so if you need to skip over this, you've been warned
Firstly, I absolutely despise Vinedeeri. It feels like it only exists because "uhh woman and woman haha they're the few woman characters in the game lets ship them because yuri" SHUT UP!! Ships used to have an interesting dynamic, they used to have substance and angst and fluff in every fandom I was in, all the ships I used to see were because they were so interesting and created so many different scenarios.
Instead, what I see most of in the phighting community and similar fandoms is "toxic yuri/yaoi!" "I love my yaoi" "gay ppl" and whatnot. Can people not ship things that aren't queer anymore? Can people not ship things for a dynamic instead of for sexuality?
It genuinely baffles me that Trafficdeeri is considered a rarepair. Don't they literally have interactions in canon?? Isn't Lightblox like an adopted daughter to Traffic?? And yet most of the fandom prefers "haha yuri woman x woman" over good content for a wholesome narrative on found family and adoption and whatnot.
Also I prefer Hyperzuka over Hypertana. I've had several people look at me weird for this one and I genuinely still feel a bit uncomfortable saying I ship the two because of that because it was the kind of reaction being a proshipper gives you, but as far as I'm aware they're fine to ship? Feel free to correct me on if there's anything I'm missing, but I just find the kind of "alcoholic mess x previous alcoholic mess" dynamic more compelling than "alcoholic mess with issues x alcoholic mess with issues" regardless of whether it's being interpreted as platonic or romantic.
Also also, I don't like Scythe being made POC. I find making a character black for inclusivity kind of silly, but even moreso insulting when it's, oh, you know, one of the only characters with a different skintone?? What, is being tan not "inclusive" enough? Did it not appeal to the fandom enough? Was having a character that was tan in a way that'd fit the canon not good enough? I dislike race swapping in general, but it's just. So much more irritating when it's taking away the only tan character the game had. ffs real inclusivity should live up to it's name, it should be inclusive not "appealing to the minority" it should be inclusive for everyone. The minority that needs it, the minority that's harassed, the minority that barely speaks up about it. Not just one group. Please. God. also she's a serial killer that's kind of an issue too liike. out of all the characters you had to pick 1: the serial killer and 2: the only playable character with a different skintone
I would also like to say I absolutely hate she/her subspace. I genuinely do not get why someone would look at an insane scientist that'd probably laugh at torturing people and go "Aww, she's so quirky" or whatever. It genuinely confuses me beyond belief how she/her subspace is such a widely accepted headcanon. What part of probably-capitalist mad scientist that invented hundreds of machines made for war and ruthless killing says "girlypop twink" to you??
And lastly, this game has boring characters when it tries to make them interesting, ironically enough. Some of the most interesting characters to me (outside of subspace) are Vine Staff and Shuriken just because of how many different angles you could take with the core of their character and how... Fundamentally simple they are. They're siblings, they have a clear theme, they're kind of angst-free characters outside of Vine's curse, and they have a strong bond. It's not a lot, but it's all that you need for a lot of interesting content. On the contrary, take Broker and Scythe- two relatively safe picks to hate on. They're part of a cult, Scythe is a serial killer, Broker has some sorts of phone imagery as far as I'm aware, and the cult has something something eyes something I genuinely can't remember. It's kind of more? It's meant to be more, at least. And yet I can't figure out anything interesting about this other than Broker's theme with phones that's kind of neat but the lore does nothing with that. And the eye stuff.. well, yeah, it has potential but it's just so, so underdeveloped. In trying to make the cult so much more it's ended up with so many concepts and so few that are actually solid, in comparison to characters that are simpler. Hell, look at Boombox! He's also a pretty simple character, but he's easy to enjoy too. And there's also the whole thing with him being able to tell something's up with Subspace. Maybe I just read into details a lot, but oh well.
In case you couldn't tell, I like healthy characters who's strength is small fun facts and details.
-Sincerely, 🐊 Anon.
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hello i‘m back from the dead!!!! please ignore all the military mistakes and the fact that your name is mug (im drinking tea)
cw blood? veryyyyyy slight allusion to nsfw i promise its barely there
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A light breeze blew dust across the empty compound, sprays of blood and bodies dotting the shadowy area. König could feel his own blood slowly seeping into the leg of his pants where a knife had been stabbed a few times. It didn‘t matter much, though: the wound would heal soon enough by itself. More importantly—
"Mug, how copy?" He needed to make sure you were okay and heading to the extract point. Exfil would be there in three; all that was left to do now was get to the building where they‘d all be picked up.
A minute passed as he waited for your answer, but there was nothing; not even the slightest bit of static from your end.
"Mug, are you there?"
You were probably already there, he rationalized. Or maybe your radio had been broken after you‘d split up to empty the area you‘d been assigned to.
He couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his chest. Even if he wanted to ignore it, he already knew the reason you weren‘t responding.
He could see the building where you were supposed to already be from where he was, and he quickened his pace. Faint lights lit the way and König was grateful for them, even if they were mostly unnecessary. Another chilly wind gusted past as a cloud covered the moon, dimming the area significantly.
He stopped in his tracks and stiffened as something else floated along on the wind — something familiar. Blood.
Your blood.
Intense, unshakeable bloodlust bore down on him; he was unable to stop the way his limbs carried him forward. Cotton filled his brain, a muffling fuzziness robbing him of the ability to focus on anything else.
König didn‘t need his radio or the bad lighting anymore; the worryingly strong scent of blood told him exactly where you were.
Slowly, his steps sped up until he was practically running to the dark shape on the ground. Your heartbeat was weaker than normal, but it still resonated like a gong echoing in his head; sound bouncing endlessly against the hollow walls of his skull. Static came from his radio, but all of his senses were laser-focused on you and you only.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew you needed immediate medical attention. Obviously you were severely wounded, judging by the amount of blood on your gear and the ground
He knew that, and yet…
Looming over your prone form, his vision tunnelled onto the place where blood stained your uniform the most.
Distantly he heard the helicopter as it touched down, whipping up dust that flew into his eyes. He could care less about some dust right now, because someone had rushed out and grabbed you, hoisting your unconscious form over their shoulder. Doggedly, he followed where they took you into the helicopter, unblinking eyes still fixed on you. Your blood might as well have been running through his own veins; he could feel it, not as something he only could dream of, but tangible. In the flesh. Real.
It was on him, somewhere. Where was it? Where was it?
A pressure was on his arm, guiding him towards the helicopter. He gritted his teeth, fighting down the urge to snap this man‘s neck. Even as his teeth cut deep into his lips, it was all he could do to tamp down the bloodlust he felt. At this point, he wasn‘t even sure who it was directed at.
He felt too heavy to even think anymore, and he was grateful for that. It was bad enough to have to constantly be tasting your blood in the air without his mind telling him what he should do.
The heli took off, and he let his mind mercifully shut down.
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König was so thirsty, he felt like he was going to die.
He couldn‘t shake your scent off of him. It stuck in his head, his nose, his mouth, and made him feel like he was going insane— moreso than he already was.
After the check-up he’d been forced to have with one of the nurses, and even after he‘d showered for a long time, it wasn‘t leaving. You‘d never even been remotely close to his quarters, so why did it smell like you‘d plastered yourself all over his wall?
He was sweating again, even though he felt like a shriveled and dry husk; his eyes darted around his cramped room frantically, wishing that, even if he knew he would never forgive himself, he could—
Gear.
His gear.
His gloves had you— your blood was all over them.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The sane part of his mind willed his hands to stop from reaching towards his dirty, bloodied gear.
But it was like his hand had a mind of its own, and there was absolutely no stopping the way he brought it to his mouth.
He might be the most pathetic person on earth, but the moment his tongue touched that tiny stain of blood, he knew he was ruined forever. Nothing would ever come close to the taste of you. There were no words in any language to properly describe how that minuscule amount of blood made him feel. His body suddenly thrummed with energy despite having just been out for hours. For the first time in a long time, his mind felt clear. He was a drowning man who‘d just surfaced and gotten a breath of air—
Only to go straight back under, deeper than before.
What would it taste like from the source?
There was no use pretending he didn‘t like that idea. He could feel his boxers getting tight, even after what he‘d done in the shower.
König was slipping.
#this has been cooking forrrr probably almost a year LOL#ive just been adding to it and forgetting about it and editing it to hell#don‘t look at it too hard please#tbh i really hate it#skull emoji#whatever!!!!!!!#könig#cod x reader#könig x reader#mw2#call of duty#vampire könig
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bunny/LCA!BF ref/intro/info post thing?
hello! admittedly i am very shy about this, as i am about most things, but this seems like a fun thing to be a part of and i’d like to throw my hat into the ring. further intro on bunny will be under read more! if you have any questions please feel free to ask!
Name: Bellamy “Bunny” Finch
Age: 20
Gender Identity & Pronouns: Nonbinary Transmasculine, He/She (Please use interchangeably.)
Orientation: Polyamorous Bisexual
Species: “Human.”
Height: 5’7”
Weight: …I’m not good with this stuff. She is meant to be decently chubby though!
Additional: His eyes are fully black. She has a decent amount of body hair. He has top scars. He has more moles on him than are visible.
Relationship Status: Taken!
Family: [THERE, BUT UNDERDEVELOPED. HE HAS A LITTLE SISTER.]
Partners: Ringo Fulp & Alphonse “Alucard” Fleischer.
Friends: Noriko, Devonte, Cyrus, Harold, and Calliope.
Acquaintances: Ginette Dearest, Phobos F., Hanzou Akamatsu.
Enemies: N/A, for now.
Personality: Bunny makes an attempt to be sweet and kind to everyone, even if they don’t exactly deserve it, and is rarely ever seen without a smile on her face. He’s often oblivious and a tad airheaded, but she doesn’t seem very bothered by it by any means. He is very much an optimist, and doesn’t seem to understand pessimism, though he tries. She is quite clueless on social norms and doesn’t seem to understand that some of her behaviors can read as off-putting. He does not get frightened or startled easily, and is honestly far more likely to laugh at things others might find scary. She’s a very lovey dovey person and is prone to gushing about her partners, as much as she is to gush about the things she likes.
Personality, Additional: Bunny is unsure how to process any negative emotions at all. These are not natural things for her, and she’s very new in terms of “being a person.” He’s a very empathetic person and can certainly understand why others are upset or distressed, but finds it hard to recognize these things in himself. She would have to be outright told that she was feeling a certain way for her to understand.
Likes: Music, singing, small animals, toys, baking, his partners, his friends, bugs, soft things… she likes almost everything.
Dislikes: Currently? N/A. She genuinely can’t fathom not liking something. Please help him change this.
Backstory: Despite appearing so, Bunny is not entirely human, though not entirely inhuman either. She is what is classified as a Vessel. For all intents and purposes, a Vessel is any being that inhabits an EXE’s world that is not the EXE themself. Vessels are not exactly intended to have proper sentience, as this can cause mental damage among other things, but if eased into it, like in Bunny’s case, they will be fine.
Ringo, a Pico EXE who inhabits an iteration of Pico’s School that would eventually come to be known as Love Conquers All, was unhappy with how things were intended to go. He didn’t like seeing himself and his friends be forced to go through these things. It would take many resets and alterations to the game, but he would eventually reach the happy ending for everyone that he was looking for. No one has been able to play the game since, and time in the world has continued on, unbothered by further outside interference.
Any memories that Bunny had from before the events of the game were completely fabricated, moreso as a way to fill in the blanks, but this doesn’t bother her at all. Ringo made sure that things would align with those memories, real or not. She is, admittedly, new to being a full on person, as are the others that she knows. He’s honestly completely unbothered by knowing what Ringo is, he thinks it’s cool more than anything else. She and Ringo got with Alphonse during sophomore year.
As for how things will go related to this au… time will tell, I suppose.
Additional Notes:
She often forgets to blink.
He doesn’t always react accordingly to pain.
She moves rather stiffly.
Bunny is having the hardest time adjusting to being an actual person, compared to everyone else that he knows.
Out of her relationship chart, the only acquaintances she has outside of the world she’s from are Phobos and Hanzou.
He knows very little about Ginette, but he really wants to get to know her better.
Her bunny hair clip was a gift from Alphonse. He’s worn it every day since.
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After their final, final battle against Xehanort and in light of the previous night, Kairi's personal issues come to a head. Meanwhile, Sora is dealing with the effects of her sacrifice.
~ 2.5k Words. Rated T (Teens and Older). Touches topics surrounding death and mental health struggles. Read it here or on Ao3
The surface rippled ever so slightly, like water (though Sora was pretty sure it wasn’t water), when their feet touched the ground. It was quiet now, peaceful once more, now that Xehanort was gone once and for all. Sora felt comfortable to remove her scrunchie and let her hair flow freely. There wasn’t a breeze to tousle it so it just kinda fell, sticking together. Sweat? Yeah, probably from the sweat, she felt gross. Sora shook her head to alleviate the stiffness, and to feel the air on her scalp. Yup, that was much better.
The Final World was a beautiful place, unlike anything Sora had ever imagined something like it would be – not that those ideas had ever been more than some vague concepts. It was like standing in the middle of a vast summer sky on a sunny afternoon, pleasantly warm and calm, yet somewhat surreal at the very same time. Nonetheless, Sora felt at peace here, relaxed, moreso than any other place she’d been in her life, and she had been to lots of amazing places. Even her notorious scatterbrain felt somewhat more clear here. Maybe it was because its limitations didn’t exist here – Sora could perceive everything around her at the same time, not like much was happening here anyway, and therefore her focus didn’t jump the same way it usually did. It was like being a part of the universe itself, being one with it, and the universe was limitless. Maybe that was what death meant – simply becoming a different part of a greater whole, returning to it.
The feeling in her hand faded, until it almost wasn’t there anymore. The feeling – or lack thereof – was familiar already. Sora didn’t even have to look at it anymore to know her hand wasn’t quite there anymore. It had become translucent – no, it was vanishing, ceasing to exist within this universe, wherever that might be.
Come to think of it, what was beyond the universe? Was there even a beyond? If death meant becoming a different part of the universe, what did ceasing to exist in it mean? Now that Sora finally had space to really think about it – she couldn’t deny that it scared her, not knowing what lies beyond.
Regardless, she couldn’t say she regretted it. Sure, Sora would have liked to return home alongside everyone else, keep living and laughing alongside them, but… If it meant everyone else could, that was alright with her.
“Why did you do it?”
“Huh?”
Sora turned to Kairi. She stuffed her translucent hand into the pocket of her skirt. The feeling in it was returning, just like it had every other time this had happened, but it was never the same. The more times it disappeared and reappeared, the less real it felt. It was like she wasn’t fully returning, and like more of her vanished into the beyond each time. At first, it had only been her fingertips. Now it was her whole hand, and Sora was sure it wouldn’t stop there.
Kairi had tears in her eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed whatever is going on with your hand!”
Well, that was one thing less to worry about. Not that Sora hadn’t planned on telling Kairi eventually – she just wasn’t sure how to go about it. Kairi was already hurting, and the last thing Sora wanted was to make it worse. Not telling her wasn’t an option either though, so the least she could do was to try and make it less difficult for her.
“It’s not like I wanted to,” she explained. “But I just happened to be there, and if I hadn’t done it, it would have been over. Honestly, I didn’t think about it too hard.”
“But why for me?”
Sora winced at how shrill Kairi’s voice had gotten from all the pain behind it.
“I messed up, Sora, I hurt you, I’m a mess, and I couldn’t even pull myself together enough to not get everyone in danger! If I had only been able to do more… If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be… I’m not good enough!”
It hurt seeing Kairi like this – especially because she was wrong. “It wasn’t just for you, Kairi.”
“Don’t say that just to make me feel better!”
“I’m not, I promise.”
“But…”
Tears were running down Kairi’s cheeks now, and Sora could see her shoulders tremble. She wanted nothing more than to hug her, or at least put a hand on her shoulder, but Kairi seemed like she needed some space to sort herself out.
“But then… Why?”
“Because not doing it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. Except, you wouldn’t be here, that is.” Sora smiled, but it wasn’t out of joy. As good as it would feel to cry together, she knew it wouldn’t help Kairi.
“Maybe it would be better if I wasn’t.”
Sora swallowed. Despite everything, it still shocked her that Kairi was in that much pain. The worst part was, she knew there wasn’t much she could do for her, except hopefully make at least the burdens that had to do with her a bit easier to bear.
“Like I said, I didn’t really think about it. I only knew there was no one left but me, and I wasn’t going to give up,” she reiterated. “I didn’t realize the consequences until it was already too late, so when I knew I could save you and not doing it would only delay the inevitable… I mean, why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I don’t deserve it,” Kairi said quietly.
Sora sighed. It hurt to see Kairi like this. She wanted nothing more than to see her happy, but she also knew that Kairi’s issues ran deep, and addressing them would take time – time she was running out of. She was never going to see Kairi being happy, or even if she was ever going to be, and that was probably what frustrated her the most about the entire situation. At least, she had a chance for happiness now.
“It doesn’t matter what I do, Sora,” Kairi continued. “I could be the best fighter and save the worlds all on my own, it still wouldn’t be enough, and besides, we both know I’m not. In fact, Xehanort even getting what he wanted is my fault! I could have stayed on the islands, and I’d be an even more useless outsider-freak than I already am. Like, I don’t even know what people expect from me! And the worst part is, it never stops!”
Kairi sobbed. “I did everything I could to fit in back home, but I felt miserable and it wasn’t even of any use. I tried to help you guys out, and all I did was to cause more trouble. I got your hopes up too, didn’t I?”
She had, and it hurt. Sora wondered if she had been too pushy when it came to sleeping together – it had felt like a heat of the moment thing at the time, but in hindsight… Then again, Kairi had been the one to suggest sharing a paopu fruit, which was what had started all this in the first place. Part of Sora wondered now if she had really meant it, or if she was just confused. Judging by Kairi’s mood, probably the latter, but that didn’t make Sora feel any better about it all.
“I knew it. I can’t do anything right, I’ll always be berated by someone regardless!”
Sora pressed her lips together. “I’m not berating you.” Her voice sounded quieter than what she had intended.
“But you are!” Kairi snapped. “Just like everyone else is! You all just don’t say anything, as if I didn’t already know that I can’t do anything right! But I’ll tell you something, I’m not dumb! I know what you’re thinking.”
Okay, now she was really going too far. Sora crossed her arms. “Look, I’m not gonna pretend I’m completely fine and unaffected with what happened between us, but I can see you’re hurting, so…”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not mad at me!” Kairi interrupted her. “I know you are!”
“I think you’re projecting now.”
“I’m not projecting!” Kairi shouted. She sighed. “Look, Sora, I… I’m sorry, for everything. I know it’s all my fault, you don’t have to tell me! I don’t know what to do anymore, Sora, okay? Why can’t everyone just leave me alone so I can finally do something, anything right? I don’t want to be this way anymore! Why can’t everyone stop judging me? Why can’t you stop judging me?”
“Kairi, I’m dying , and this is seriously what we’re arguing about?!” Sora immediately regretted saying that, seeing as Kairi was clearly in emotional distress. But she didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her short time arguing with her best friend, but she also felt like nothing she could say was going to convince Kairi that whatever she had concluded in her head was reality, including how others thought and felt, was in fact not true. It was frustrating.
“Well, maybe stop berating me!” Kairi cried. “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about! Everyone always expects things from me, and I, you know, I just want to live my life, it’s hard enough as it is, especially when I know I’ll never be as good as Riku, or you! You don’t have to remind me all the time! But for some reason, people…”
Kairi suddenly fell silent, and it was kind of like time stopped for her briefly. The tears kept streaming down her face, but no new ones came. Even her sobs subsided, and her body became completely still. Sora wanted to say something, but she couldn’t think of anything appropriate.
“No,” she finally whispered. “ Me .”
That… Was not what Sora had expected. She tilted her head slightly, hoping Kairi would elaborate.
“It’s me, I’m the problem. I’m my problem. It’s been me all along.”
Her lip trembled, and only a moment later, she started crying again. Any frustration and anger Sora had felt before… It was gone, seeing her friend like this. She walked up to Kairi and carefully touched her shoulder, briefly at first, but when her friend didn’t seem apprehensive of the physical contact, she put a hand on her shoulder, the one that wasn’t fading… Yet.
“I’m sorry.” Sora didn’t know what else to say.
“No, I should be sorry,” Kairi sobbed. “For being a problem, and not even getting myself together when you’re…”
“Don’t,” Sora interrupted her. “Don’t apologize for feeling the way you do.”
“But… But…” Kairi sniffed. “You said…”
“I said what I said,” Sora cut her off quietly. She wasn’t going to deny that she had meant it. “But it’s hard to see you hurt like this.”
Kairi didn’t reply, so Sora decided to close what little distance remained between them by wrapping her arms around her, loosely and carefully at first, but when she felt Kairi hesitantly putting her hands on her back in response, she gently tightened the hug as Kairi rested her head against shoulder, continuing to cry quietly. Sora could feel the tears forming a wet spot on her shirt.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay…”
“It’s not okay!” Kairi sobbed. “Don’t you realize what this means?”
Yes – that it might be okay, if Kairi turned this realization into healing. It also meant that Sora wasn’t going to be there to see it, to finally see Kairi be happy, and it hurt to know that… But it also made her feel at peace somehow, reassured. Knowing that there was a real hope her death wouldn’t just drag Kairi deeper into that hole.
“If I’m the problem,” Kairi stated, “then I can’t fix myself! I mean, I’m just… Me, and clearly, I’m broken.”
“I disagree.” Sora didn’t even think about that statement for a single second. “If you’re the problem, you can become the solution.”
Maybe she shouldn’t have said that – considering the state Kairi was in, she really hoped she wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Sora bit her lip.
But Kairi didn’t tear up again. In fact, her breathing calmed down and became regular. She stopped crying, but she didn’t stop hugging Sora – she tightened the embrace, and Sora did the same while her hand vanished once more.
“I don’t want to lose you again,” Kairi mumbled.
“I don’t want to go either,” Sora replied. Her vision became blurry, but not from vanishing. Now she was going to cry too.
Before she knew it, there they were, crying together.
Sora lost what little sense of time she had while they stood there – she genuinely had no idea how long it took both of them to calm down again. She only knew that she was trying to burn everything about Kairi into her memory – even if it might not matter in the end – in this moment. The way she sounded, the way she smelled, the way she felt, the way she hugged her.
It was a while before Kairi spoke up again. “There’s nothing we can do to change it, is there?” she whispered, and it sounded more like a matter of fact than a question.
‘No’, Sora wanted to say, ‘I’m sorry.’ And if there was, she’d do almost anything to stay. But Sora found that while she was moving her lips, while she was using her vocal chords like she normally would for talking, no sound escaped her, and she could only shake her head. Despite everything though, she couldn’t say she regretted it, not if it meant that all of her friends were going to be safe, Kairi included. Especially if it meant Kairi had a shot at finding happiness, even if Sora wouldn’t be there to witness it.
Kairi loosened the hug and looked directly at her. Her eyes were still red from crying, and if Sora had to guess, hers were probably as well. They felt swollen.
“You know what?” Kairi said. “Let’s make the most of it then.”
Sora tilted her head, hoping Kairi would get that the gesture was meant as a question.
“Come on. I know you. You always want to do something .”
True, and there was so much stuff she still wanted to do, even though some of it she knew she didn’t have the time left for. But other things… She wanted to go on a date with Kairi if that was alright with her, not even a romantic one necessarily. Just hang out and spend some time together like they used to. She wanted to see her other friends too.
“Let’s make it happen then,” Kairi said, and extended her hand. “Lead the way.”
Sora smiled when she took Kairi’s hand, with her own that hadn’t started to vanish yet so she could really feel how it felt to hold Kairi’s hand. To her delight, a warm, pleasant prickling spread throughout her entire body when she did.
Sora took a step forward. She had some places in mind, but before they went anywhere – there was still someone here she couldn’t bear to leave behind.
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