#BUT I NEVER ASKED FOR DIFFERENT PRONOUNS. OR GOT MAD. IT WAS JUST THE NAME

[takekawa]

as an only tangentially related addendum irt lrt, im also like... FREQUENTLY assumed to be a some flavor of LGBT in public regardless of whether im wearing my little fag ass rainbow glasses or dressed particularly plain that day. used to get approached all the time by my very sweet egg classmate about gender issues even when i wasnt OUT out at all. ill forever be haunted by a middle school encounter i had where a girl said 'i thought you just didn't like... ANYONE' (in a conversation where i had explained my toddler self was a lesbian after being DIRECTLY ASKED. UNPROMPTED) to me. she was right

[kiyo-cant-write]

Sebek and Silver with a strong s/o ✧･ﾟ

Summary: These headcanons are for Silver and Sebek Zigvolt with a physically strong s/o who is able to lift them into the air and carry them around in their arms.

TW/CW: None

Notes: established relationship, they/them pronouns for reader, gender neutral reader, the reader is assumed to be smaller than Silver/Sebek

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Silver

Silver was floored initially.

How is his s/o SO STRONG?

He has been training since childhood and they just... lift him.

Silver is confused about how someone smaller can do such a thing.

He is also amazed, however, and... Ultimately, he likes it.

It eases his worries that his lover can find him and carry him to wherever he needs to be if he passes out against his will.

At first, he found it a bit emasculating but he's over that now.

The reason he is over it is that Lilia pointed out his own height.

Silver ended up apologizing for dishonoring his father.

Silver's s/o got to hear about this the day after.

Silver asks his s/o if they would consider training with him.

If they accept, they get to see a new side to Silver.

They also unlock a new era of their relationship called "Lilia is my father-in-law AND my teacher woohoo!"

Silver opened his eyes to see the world moving by him much more quickly than anticipated. Hadn't he been in the courtyard? Why was he looking up at the sky? Why were the clouds moving so fast? It was a bit jarring if the light-haired boy was being honest about it.

"Wh...?"

"Oh! Good! You're awake!" [Name]'s voice could be heard from...

...Above him?

He looked down and sure enough, there was his lovely partner. They were holding him bridal style as they walked (at a fairly good pace). Where were they headed? Was he awake right now? He felt sluggish.

"[Name]...?" it left Silver's lips slowly, "Wh... What are you doing?"

"Taking you to class, silly!" [Name] told him, laughing softly.

"Oh..."

[Name] was headed toward his next class. Silver wasn't sure what his next class was but he was probably late for it. Sebek would not like that.

Father may or may not care but Sebek would never let him hear the end of it. He might even insist on Silver being punished for dishonoring their master. Silver wanted to sigh at just the thought of it.

"Thank you..." Silver told them, face dusted with a soft pink, "Uhm. This is helpful... If not a tad, er, embarrassing..."

They giggled at his wording.

"I don't mind helping you out, Sil," they told him, "And, is it? I think you're cute like this."

They were being a bit too honest for Silver to handle, his face turned a bit redder at the comment. People didn't often carry him. It wasn't something that should happen to guards for Prince Malleus, his master. And it had been years since his father last carried him anywhere. He was no longer a child.

And... being called cute was different when it came from [Name] and not his father or Prince Malleus (when he was younger).

"I, ah... Thank you."

Those were the words Silver settled on as they headed to his class together.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is startled and a bit offended the first time it happens.

His s/o, his TINY LOVER, lifts HIM into the air.

He screams and gets detention from Professor Trein.

The second, third, and fourth times it happens are no better.

Each time, he yells in startlement and thinks there is danger afoot.

The only reason s/o doesn't get clocked is because they are s/o.

WHAT IF HE HURT THEM?? NEVER!

By the sixth or seventh time, he starts to get used to it.

Sebek starts to expect his s/o to pick him up if he makes a fuss.

Sometimes, he will make a fuss so they showcase their strength, the pride he feels for their existence outweighing the show of weakness in front of others.

In the end, he's fine with it, but he still shouts in a typical Sebek fashion that he wishes to be put down.

His s/o understands that he doesn't mean it and sometimes makes a mad dash across campus with Sebek in their arms.

Lilia is the one who asks if you want to train with them sometime.

Sebek is gleaming with pride at the fact that his s/o was acknowledged by his teacher, THE Lilia Vanrouge.

Sebek was yelling down at his partner as they carried him across the courtyard of Night Raven College. Despite this, [Name] did not stop running. In fact, they did not seem to mind one bit. It was quite fitting for someone who had chosen Sebek as their lover.

"PUT ME DOWN, [NAME]! I WILL BE LATE FOR MALLEUS-SAMA'S APPOINTMENT!" Sebek called to them, not caring that his volume was attracting attention from other students.

"You'll be fine, I can get you there!" [Name] told him, switching directions to head toward the Mirror Chamber, "You'll be there early!"

As they turned, Sebek did not even pause his yelling as his body flew around like a tower in the washing machine before settling back in the strange upright position his lover was carrying him in.

"WE HAD BETTER NOT BE LATE! WE CANNOT DISHONOR MALLEUS-SAMA!" Sebek continued.

[Name] just laughed at his statements as they headed toward his destination. It was kind of fun to be transportation for Sebek, the looks it earned from peers and upperclassmen alike was hilarious.

As long as they didn't crash into anyone, it should be fine!

"ONWARD, [NAME]!"

"I thought you didn't like this, Sebek?" they teased.

"I DO NOT! I SIMPLY WISH TO GET TO MALLEUS-SAMA."

"Sure, sure."

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Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Do NOT repost my writing/headcanons as your own >:c Check the top of my blog for the inbox status and read the rules before requesting. This is not a twst-only blog! ^^

[stabortega]

AMBER FREEMAN HCS — DATING HER

Summary: What dating Amber Freeman would be like.

Pairings: Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: SFW & NSFW. Implied fem reader, she/her pronouns used. MDNI.

Author's note: First smut-ish content, let me know what you think!

MASTERLIST.

SFW:

It wasn't a surprise when Amber and you started dating.

I mean, when she met you, all of her friends knew that she wouldn't stop chasing after you untill you were hers.

She doesn't really know how, but the ever since the first time you walked into that classroom, you started being the number one thought on her mind, 24/7.

If she wasn't thinking about you, she was hoping someone would say something about you so she could talk about you.

And Amber, of course, is a natural romantic.

When she wants to, of course.

She would leave little notes on your locker, signed with her name on the bottom so you would know that it was hers.

Or she would walk you to class, walk you home, give you her jacket on the cold days and hold yours in the hot ones.

She would make sure that all of the boys and girls from school knew you were together (even before you were dating), so they would never look at you in a different way.

So, when she asked you to be her girlfriend, she bought the biggest ring she could find.

I mean, it was blinding.

So, like I've said; It definitely wasn't a surprise when you guys started dating.

And let me tell you, Amber is the type of girlfriend who wants to do EVERYTHING with you.

If you needed groceries, she would drive you. She would pick up all of your bags and help you store all the food.

Or, if you wanted to go to the movies with some friends (unbeknownst to you; she never felt more jealous in her life), she would "happily" drive you.

She was sweet, caring, loving. Sometimes, too much. But you didn't mind. It was her language.

She was the type of girl who you'd happily introduce to you parents (and you did).

And Amber? You meant the world to her. You were sweet, Innocent and pure. Everything she wanted in a girl.

You would spend all of your days together, before and after school. Watching movies, obviously.

She would rant about all of the Stab movies and you were more than happy to listen.

All of her friends adored you, mainly because the way she changed when she was with you.

Rather than being sarcastic, cold and a little bit scary; when you guys were together, she suddenly got sweet and caring.

But that was something exclusive to you.

NSFW:

Naturally, she was your first.

And that was something Amber loved to brag about to herself. As a reassurance, maybe.

"She loves me enough to let me touch her."

The first times she was careful. Loving. Scared that you were to break if she did it too hard. And you loved it, of course.

But after the tenth, eleventh time, you kinda wanted... more?

You knew she was holding herself back, so one night, while you were at her house alone, you finally decided to say something that was stuck in your throat for days.

"When are you gonna start fucking me like the slut I am, baby?"

And that was pretty much it.

That night, she railed you so good you swore you felt her fingers inside you for days.

And, knowing Amber, she loved being in control like that.

Having you on all fours, crying and begging for her to fuck you was something she would definitely never forget. It was a source of pride.

You were her prize.

And we all know Amber is a dom. When she's mad, she's gonna take it out on you. When she's relaxed, she'll make you feel just as relaxed as she.

And you didn't had much experience on the matter, so you didn't mind having her control you like that.

Even when she was a bottom, she made sure to remind you that at the end of the day, she was the one who owned you.

You were 100% her pet.

If she tells you to sit on her face, you would.

If she tells you to be on your knees, you would.

And if she didn't told you if you could cum yet, you would hold it in untill she said otherwise.

But, god, sometimes it was too much.

"I can't take it anymore, baby..." You whimpered, tears streaming down your face while she was knuckles deep inside you.

"You can, baby. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Just hold it in just a little while longer, okay?" You couldn't fathom the way she was so sweet, so demanding and yet a little bit scary at the same time.

You've lost count how many times you came while crying, like the little bitch you knew you were.

And when she had a tough day, she made sure to remind you who you were and what was your place.

Especially with her strap.

Now, Amber was never much of a toy girl, to begin with.

But there was something about the way you gagged on her strap that she couldn't handle.

"Yes, baby... Take it all of me, just like that. God, you're such a filthy slut, it's probably not even your first time." She laughed, holding your hair up in a messy ponytail while you felt the tip of her cock right in the back of your throat. "I mean... You're taking my cock in like a fucking pro, baby. Do your parents know that their little girl likes having my dick shoved down her throat everyday after class?"

She would slap you. Your butt, your thigh, your face. Pull your hair and force you to look at her while she was fucking your soul out of you.

She wasn't satisfied until you came, at least, three times.

And, naturally, she was the queen of aftercare.

She would run you a nice warm bath, brush and wash your hair, lay you down with her while watching some stupid sitcom and pretending that she wasn't calling you a slut 30 minutes ago.

She would whisper sweet nothings in your ear untill you feel asleep, making you feel like the most special girl in the world.

[whowantslovergirl]

You did what?!

Joey Tribbiani x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: this basically the episode where he proposes to Rachel just with Y/N, Y/N is pregnant from a guy named Dave, pregnancy, and marriage hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

friends masterlist

Summary: Joey proposed to Y/N when she had her baby with a different guy

posted: February 19,2024

“Y/N is in labor! Everyone go go go!” Monica yelled rushing everyone out of the door.

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You were breathing frantically. You can’t believe you’re having a baby. You’re in the waiting room waiting for all of your friends.

“Y/N we really should be going to the delivery room or something what if he just pops out?!” Your ex Dave was also panicking and trying to rush you.

“No I told you we are waiting for my friends!” Then they came. A bunch of ‘hi and heys’ were heard and then you and Dave rushed to the secretary.

“Hi I am about to have a baby so do I have to sign anything or?” You said smiling and very calm which shocked everyone. “Oh one of your friends can sign your papers.”

“Got it!” Joey walked to the front to grab the papers. “Um Joey I think Dave wanted to sign her papers.” Rachel said seeing the look on Dave’s face. “Well snooze you lose Dave.” He said as signing your papers. Joey never liked Dave he thought he didn’t deserve someone like you.

So imagine how mad he was when he found out you were pregnant with his baby.

“Ok this is fun and all but Dave take me to the room I think I can feel an arm crawling out.” With that said Dave put you in a wheelchair and ran to the room.

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After 30 hours and annoying people you finally had your little baby boy.

Everyone came in and said awww.

“Aw look at him!” Monica said while carrying him.

“Oh my god I just want to chop him up and put his parts in my pocket!” Phoebe said not seeing all the scared stares on her. “So what do you guys think on naming him?” Ross asked.

“Well I’m letting Y/N have full control over his name. She’s the one who popped him out anyway!”

“Vincent Joseph L/N”

Everyone just sighed and looked at Joey. Joey looked at everyone and was confused. “What is everyone looking at?”

“Joey um what’s Joey short for?” Chandler asked.

“Joesph Why?”He gasped and you laughed. “Me? Oh my god thank you so much really this means a lot.” You just nodded and grabbed his hand and you guys looked at each other with such love.

After a few minutes everyone started to get uncomfortable. “Alright let’s go!” Phoebe said and everyone rushed out. Leaving you Joey and Dave.

“Well Ima get some flowers I’ll be right back.” Dave said while putting his jacket down on the chair in the room. It fell on the ground and Joey went to go pick it up.

And a ring fell out.

“Hey Joe? Can you help me with getting comfortable? Something’s on my back and I can’t get it.” He turned around and when he was on one knee you see a ring. You were shocked but it felt right to say yes.

“Okay.”

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“You did what?!” Joey just told Chandler what just happened between you and him. “I tried to tell her but her breasts were all out and I-.” He pacing back and forth. He just can’t believe you said yes.

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“He did what?!” You just told Monica that he proposed.

“He proposed!” You say smiling and showing your hand off.

“I really don’t think you should do this- and it’s bigger than mine!” She said grabbing your hand to look at the ring.

“Um Days of our lives thank you very much.” You say wiggling your finger around. She shook her head and let your hand go. “But no you can not marry him!”

Then Rachel and Phoebe walked in. “Perfect! More opinions! Ask them Monica.”

“Joey proposed. Should she marry him?”

“Yes!” They both exclaimed. “She’s already in love with Joey so that step is over.” Phoebe said.

“Yea and they are best friends!” Rachel continued.

“Woah woah I am not in love with Joey!” You said shutting down this allegation. “Yea alright.” Phoebe said sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

You’re not in love with Joey. Are you?

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“Man you gotta tell her that it was all a big misunderstanding.” Ross said. Joey is panicking, what if he didn’t want tell you. He would be a better husband than that bum. “Come on Joey.” Chandler said bringing Joey to your room.

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“Alright Joey tell her.” Chandler said while Ross pushed him closer. “Um I- I didn’t propose Dave’s jacket fell and I went to pick it up and a case fell out I opened it, it was a ring then you called me and I turned around and-.”

“What?!” Everyone turned around to see Dave with blue flowers and ‘Its a Boy!’ balloon. He rushed to you and saw your hand. “You said yes?!”

Ohhhh shit.

“Um well you can’t get mad at me I just had a baby!”

Then Dave turned to Joey. “Listen man I know you don’t like me but really?! The woman I have a baby with, that’s- that’s really low.” Then he turned to you. “I thought we could start over Y/n, but it’s whatever marry the guy I couldn’t care less.”

He walked out, then everyone walked out trying to comfort him. Leaving you and Joey. There was awkward silence. You were going to speak but he beat you to it. “Why did you say yes?” You just shrugged. “No, no you do know.”

“I really don’t Joe, I just didn’t want to be alone and if anyone should be my husband it should be you.”

“Is that really the reason Y/n?”

“Noooo I might like you like a little bit.” You say putting ur fingers together slightly. He just chuckled. “I might like you a little too.” He said while going to hug you but you pull him into a kiss instead.

“Oh my god can we come in now?!” You hear Rachel say behind the door. “Come in!”

They all walk in silently asking if something happened and when you nodded everyone cheered.

It finally happened.

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It’s two years later, You and Joey are finally getting married. Dave slowly forgiven Joey but at least he’s okay with it. Vince is two now and he looks exactly like you, even though Joey is not his biological father, Vince still has his humor saying how you doin every chance he gets.

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“Do you Y/n L/n take Joey Tribbiani as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Do you Joey Tribbiani take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Hell yeah!” He saw the face of the minister and he apologized. “I mean yeah I do.” You chuckled a bit.

“You may kiss your bride.”

And he did and he did well.

Vince and everyone else cheered loudly.

You’re so glad he accidentally proposed.

An: AHHHHH this is lowkey rushed but hoped you enjoyed my lovers 🤍

[s0fti3w1tch]

Tentative Devotee AU (TBC Soon)

Leonardo is a Foot trainee, raised and trained by Lieutenant and Brute since he was 9. Life before then is fuzzy at best. — In the past several months, he's been going on his first proper missions, quickly aware of a persistent threat against the Foot Clan: 3 mutant turtles and a human who've foiled them time and time again.

What he wasn't aware of was that they were 4 siblings who never gave up on finding their missing brother.

CONTENT WARNING! This AU will explore: Mourning of family / Mourning of a child (who isn't actually dead, but believed to be). Violence is canon-typical up to the standards of the movie— That is also a reference point for the tone of this AU. There will be cult themes and dips into the topic of cult trauma, alongside family issues.

Main Comic:

Enemies || [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ tbc... ]

Baby Blue || [coming soon]

[TBA]

Minisodes/Mini-Comic:

Donnie's Apology Gift

First Mission Mishaps!

PSAs: Triggering Content, Why Leo will not have a "Dark Side," Cult Parents

More content below the cut! ♥︎

Scrapped/Changed Ideas or Scenes:

"Maybe this is the lowest point of my life" / Severing Ties

Usagi's first design + role

Mona Lisa first design

Reference Sheets:

Leonardo's Room

UPDATED LEO FULL REF

Leo's Outfit Change + Sorta-Timeline

Hand Marking

Scarf

Leo's Guitar

Eyes (outdated)

Nail Polish

Butterfly Charm

Future!TD!Leo

Usagi WIP

Doodles:

More Lore/Story Heavy = ♥︎ / Just More Fun = ☀︎ / 💬 = answer to an ask

Leo Solo!

"Keep it together, Leo"

"What I know about family?"

He/They/Xe of the day! / Speed-Color ☀︎

Scooter Boy! ☀︎

He's Writing Fanfic ☀︎

Guac Baby ☀︎

"Yeah, of course! But also..." ☀︎

Animation Test

No Sleep

[ i was listening to sonic music while drawing this ] ☀︎

disillusionment

Cook :P ☀︎

3 Swords?! ☀︎ 💬

Peepaw'd :) 💬

Head Empty + Leo kinda mad ♥︎ 💬

Blep! 💬

Feelings Down ♥︎💬

Multi POV

TD Spoilers Over Memes [1]

Trust in the Foot ♥︎ 💬

"Keep your brother safe" ♥︎ 💬

Big Sisters ♥︎

Turtle Sister to Turtle Sister 💬

Foot Clan Family

Motorcycle Theft! 💬

Shell Cracks + A Small Moment ♥︎ 💬

Trans Sibs!!! ☀︎ 💬

Hamato Clan

Not Growing With Us ♥︎💬

Recognition? 💬 ♥︎

"Donnie, stay out of this"

Unknown Tension

Protective Older Twin 💬

"Can we be brothers?" 💬

Donnie's hope (colored ver: here)

"Donnie, whatcha got there?" ☀︎

Drawing for Donnie 1

Yōkai Connections

Hueso's First Encounter With Leo 💬

+ All my AU Crossover Content linked here~!

Separated Leo Crossover : Bathtub Arc ☀︎

Preview Comic (Test)

TMNT AU Competition Basketball Saga ☀︎

DOUBLE-HANDED BACKHAND SWING

Nail Bat Recieved

Leo Hype Squad!

No PomPoms

I didn't intend for this AU to be that big, but I realized I did want to give this a go and make at least something. It's my goal to finish this project eventually.

The AU will be told in segments, comics of various points of the story.

Bonus! Miscellaneous info that doesn't play big into this AU but matters enough to me:

Leonardo is transmasculine, uses he/they/xe pronouns and is referred to with primarily masculine terms.

A version of Stan Sakai's Usagi Yojimbo comics exists and it's Leo's second favorite comic series in this AU.

'Tentative Devotee' is the name of the fanfic I was originally going to write. It was just gonna be a 2-shot fic and a way to navigate some feelings as someone who was born and raised in, and eventually left, a cult.

The initial tone/direction of this AU was much different, Leo ending up in the Foot Clan under different circumstance (i.e. direct kidnapping from Lieutenant and Brute). I found this didn't quite work for me.

[cemetery-sunset]

Hat Thief pt. 2 - Micah Bell x Morgan!Reader

Summary: After Reader stole Micah's hat playfully, Arthur catches her wearing it and is not happy.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings / Tags: morgan!reader, she/her pronouns, fighting

A/N: i said this would be just a oneshot and look at us now, im not even mad about it. divider from: @saradika-graphics

After she ran away from Micah’s shouts, she went around the big, white house to the other side of the camp. She saw Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen sitting at their wagon, working on their sewing and washing. 

“Hey, ladies!” Her smile was nearly splitting her face as she tipped her hat to her friends. They immediately took notice. 

“Honey…” Mary-Beth started, trying to approach the subject respectfully. 

“Where’s your hat?” Tilly cut her off.

“Oh, it’s just inside, why?” She turned and gestured to the big house. 

“No reason…” Mary-Beth tried to play it cool, glancing at her friends. They all had matching looks of concern donning their faces. 

“Why the hell is you wearin’ Mr. Bell’s hat?” Karen rudely asked, spitting venom on the man’s name. She always said it like that, everyone did. Nobody ever called him his name kindly, or with respect. It was always venomous… and he was always venomous in return, it was a never ending cycle. 

“I stole it from him.” She smiled, slightly laughing as she said it. She made it a point to be over dramatic and pose with it. 

“I think it looks good on me, right?” The trio sat stunned, looking up at their friend. 

“If your daddy sees you in that-” Mary-Beth tried to remain civil. 

“What the hell is Arthur gonna say?!” Karen got all too worried and loud. 

“You gotta give that back.” Tilly kept her head and only spoke logically. 

“Why would you even take his hat anyway?” Tilly added as Mary-Beth looked around their friend, trying to scope out if Arthur was anywhere in sight. He was not. 

“Well, I just…” The thief trailed off, her face flushing as she failed to find the words to admit her intentions. 

“I thought it would be funny to mess with him!” She shook her head and tried to keep up a cool facade. 

“There are plenty of ways to mess with Mr. Bell that don’t require givin’ your father a heart attack OR spreading rumours ‘round camp….” Karen said, glancing at Tilly and Mary-Beth for a moment before focusing on her friend. 

“You… do know what it means to wear a man’s hat, don’t you?” Karen asked, not wanting to embarrass or scare off her friend. 

“Karen Jones! I would not- I mean I don’t- That’s improper!” The thief flushed bright red. The truth was that she did know what it meant, she knew it all too well. Her intentions were only to flirt with Micah and mess with him a little… she didn’t plan this far, after her moment with Micah.

The girl all erupted in a chorus of laughing and comments in disbelief. They tried to ask her more questions, but the thief was too embarrassed at being caught. 

“You can’t like Micah, honey, he’s horrible!” Mary-Beth said, trying to comfort her. 

“I don’t like him!” The thief tried to retaliate, but got cut off. 

“Then why’d you take the hat?” Tilly asked. 

“And more importantly, why is you still wearin’ it?” Karen nearly laughed. 

The thief’s face could not possibly get any more red. She threw up her hands, and pushed the hat further onto her head. 

“That’s IT! I’m done with y’all! I don’t like him!” She stormed off like a child being caught red handed. 

“This isn’t going to be good. I hope she gets rid of that thing ‘fore Arthur gets back.” Mary-Beth said, worried about the possible chaos. 

As the thief was walking, she reached up and touched the brim of the large, off-white hat. The feeling of the hat, the texture of it felt nice on her hands. It felt different than her hat, it was nice. She didn’t realise a small smile was on her face until she reached the main campfire in front of the big house. 

The thief sat down on the log by the fire, just enjoying the sight. Nobody else was around the fire, there was just Reverend on his bedroll, but he was passed out. The thief just gazed into the fire, and sat back, crossing her legs and humming a tune, enjoying the peace and quiet. 

She heard someone walking around, she didn’t care enough to look up and see who it was. She failed to see Micah come around the side of the house, coming closer to the fire before redirecting to sit at the main table. Micah gave up on chasing his thief, he knew that she was just playing, there was no harm. For once, he was content to just let her have it. 

Pearson was busy chopping food and preparing dinner. Uncle came stumbling to the fire before plopping himself down in a seat and starting to ramble to nobody in particular. The thief watched Kieran walk around and tend to the horses. 

It was nice to sit and enjoy the peace and quiet for a while. 

As she was watching Kieran brush The Count, she saw her father come riding down the long pathway with John and Charles right behind him. She smiled and waved, but didn’t bother to get up from the log. Micah didn’t look up at all, he was too enraptured by his own thoughts as he watched the knife in his hands slide against a piece of wood. 

“Hey, Pa!” The thief said cheerfully, before greeting his two companions. 

“Get anythin’ good?” Arthur vaguely gestured to Charles as the man held up a string of fish. 

“Got some nice bass, mostly.” Her father responded, distracted from his own tiredness. The trio tied up their horses and walked further down the entry’s path. 

Arthur stopped dead in his tracks when he looked up to see his only daughter wearing the hat of the man he hated the most. The thief herself had her eyes closing and her head leaning back, enjoying the last licks of sunlight on her face. 

“Darlin’.” He spoke, his voice cold. The thief’s head jumped up and looked at her father, knowing something was wrong just by that tone, but not realising what it was. Before she could even ask what was wrong, he cut her off. 

“Why the hell are you wearing that hat?” John and Charles looked at each other before Charles put the fish down on Pearson’s table, focusing his attention back onto his best friend. 

The thief jumped out of her seat, immediately standing rigid. She looked up and went to step over the log and take the hat off of her head. At that point, Micah’s attention was captured. He stood up and tried to defend himself. 

“Hold on now, Morgan. I didn’t do nothing-” 

“Pa! It’s not what you’re thinking! I was just messin’- I mean- I stole it! He didn’t give it to me, or nothing!” She tried to comfort her father, but his vision turned red. 

“Micah, you sonuvabitch!” Arthur moved so quickly, he grabbed Micah by the collar and swung at his face, clocking him hard on his nose. 

“You bastard! You touch my fuckin’ daughter?!” Arthur screamed in his face. 

“No! Wait- Pa!” The thief tried to reason with her father, but it was no use. Arthur pushed the man away and swung at him again. This time he missed, but Micah retaliated with the knife in his hand, trying to scare Arthur away. Micah kept trying to shout that he didn’t do anything, but everybody’s shouts were lost in the hustle. 

As Arthur and Micah fought, Charles and John jumped forward to try and pull them apart. The thief held onto the hat over her chest and could do nothing but watch. 

Each man got a few good licks in before they were pulled apart. Micah’s bottom lip was busted and bleeding. Arthur had a new cut on his arm from Micah’s knife. 

They kept shouting at each other even as they were separated. 

“You’re so stupid, Morgan! I didn’t do nothing! Your girl stole my hat!” 

“If you ever touch her, I will make sure it’s the last thing you ever do, Micah! Keep your dirty paws away from my daughter!” 

The thief could only stand there in shock, completely frozen at the scene in front of her. This was all her fault. Her father got hurt because of her…. Micah got hurt because of her.  

Charles had his hands on Arthur’s shoulders and steered him away from the area, instead pushing him to the doors of the house. Arthur thrashed out of Charles’ arms, only to grab his daughter. He grabbed her arm and ripped Micah’s hat out of her hands, throwing it to the ground.

John pushed Micah away, toward the side of the house, cursing him off. Micah grumbled and stormed away, cursing off everyone that looked at him. 

“What the hell did you do?!” John’s voice was less cold, like her fathers, and more genuinely concerned.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just kill him!” Arthur struggled to control his volume as he, his daughter and Charles walked up the stairs to the Morgans’ room. 

“I know- I mean, I didn’t mean for this to happen-!” She tried to explain herself before her father cut her off. 

When they got to their room, Arthur pushed his daughter to sit down on his bed. He, and Charles, towered over her. Charles remained silent as his friend scolded her, his arms crossed over his broad chest. 

“Okay. Let me just try to wrap my head around this…” Arthur rubbed his hand over his face, with a hand on his hip. 

“You… you…” Arthur struggled to find the words, not wanting to say something embarrassing or weird about his own daughter.

As much as she wanted to just sit there, her head hanging in embarrassment, she knew she had to explain. 

“I was just bored, Pa…” She started, looking up at her father. 

“I thought it would be funny to steal his hat. We didn’t…… He didn’t do nothing, I promise.” Arthur took a deep breath and looked at his daughter, his only child, his pride and joy. 

“Can you just promise me one thing, darlin’?.... Never go near him again. Keep your distance. Do not involve yourself with Micah. He ain’t a good man, hun…” The thief looked disappointed, yet covered it up by smiling at her father. 

“Of course, I know he’s trouble, Pa…” She stood up and held Arthur’s hands. His voice softened. 

“I’m just worried about you, sweetpea. You know that.” She smiled and hugged her father, acknowledging his anxieties. 

“I know, Pa…. I got to go clean my guns ‘fore our job tomorrow.” She smiled sweetly and said her goodbyes to her father. 

As she was walking down the stairs and out the doors, she heard her father’s voice yell once more. 

“If I ever catch him touchin’ you, I’ll kill him!!” The thief winced at the warning as she snuck out the front doors. 

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Renegade!Nightmare

Info post about the au

(If characters seem OOC ((Out Of Character)) it's beacause I'm going off of my own interpretations/headcanons/fandom versions. So please be aware of that)

More info under the cut (Info is subject to change at any time. Info may be added to as well)

(TW: Mentions of abuse, from his past, only slight mentions of it)

(when using Night or Mare, referring to whatever version has that name, but when I use Nightmare I'm talking about both of them.) 

-Jobs in the group: sudo-leader whenever the others in charge aren’t around, scouting and scavenging, anything that requires a brain really, keeping the murder trio/Cross/Error in check

Weapons of choice: sniper and staff that can turn to duel blades, when as Mare anything on them can be a weapon really.

-Head canon voice for Night: ??

-Head canon voice for Mare: ??

-Uses He/Him (main pronoun), They/Them and It/It’s, but really couldn't care less about pronouns, so doesn’t care if people use others for him.

-One of the more smarter people in the group. Acts as a sudo-leader when Sci isn’t around.

-Is able to distinguish what type of negative emotion someone has, either they be mad or sad. But cannot distinguish what type of positive emotions someone has. -He’s always been small, when they were first created there were more positive emotions than negative, leading to Dream getting more power than Nightmare, which led Dream to grow taller. When things started to get more negative though it was quick, so the tree took most of the negative energy power from Nightmare, leading to him still being small, which the tree then used that power for the apocalypse. Night did kind of get the power and height from the negative energy after that, it just didn’t happen specifically to him. It happened to Mare.

-Due to what happened before the apocalypse (abuse from people), he doesn’t really like people yelling, he also doesn’t really like violence. This includes violence on Wraiths too, if he can avoid any sort of violence he does. A lot of it still affects him to this day, but he feels more comfortable with the people around him now in the group, so tries not to let himself worry too much about things.

-Has a soft voice, due to not talking much in his past, it hurts if he tries to raise his voice or talk too long. Is getting better with his voice though, due to using it more than what he did when he was guarding the tree. Will give up on sentences mid-way through them if he struggles too much with it. 

-pretty similar backstory to the og Nm, except he never ate the apples, since the tree caused the apocalypse before that happened. He also looked closer to the og Nm as well with his outfit, but due to the apocalypse he took it as a sign he doesn't have to do his job of being a guardian for the tree then changed to more casual clothes.

Unlike the og Nm he was guarding the tree for a lot longer than him (around 450+ years), guarding the tree long after the og apple incident. 

-Despite him not really doing his job any more he still wears the crown. It’s just something he doesn’t really want to let go of. So he’s rarely seen without it. If anyone asks he just always says he’s so used to having it there that it feels weird without it there. Which is partly the truth. Mare on the other hand sometimes will have it off, due to the fact it's Night’s and people might recognize it.

-Dream and Nightmare are both trained in combat, due to being the tree guardians they’ve both had different forms of combat in them since they started existing. Nightmare’s fighting style focuses more on offense. When fighting side by side they fight in such a way to cover each other's blind spots. 

-His emotional state actually got slightly better when the apocalypse happened, since he wasn’t in constant contact with people harassing him. Sure, a lot of people still hated him, but he only saw people occasionally before he joined the group. Due to being a guardian he had to endure people/monster harassment for around 448 years.

-Originally saw himself only as Nightmare, and only let Dream call him Night, but after the apocalypse and the appearance of his other self he started letting people use Night with him, so he could call his other self Mare, when people use his full name now he has a mini heart attack since he thinks people know about Mare and are referring to them both together. 

-The two versions can communicate with each other via speaking in their head/mind, but the one out/in control can also speak out loud to talk to the other. Normally, Night doesn’t speak out loud too much around people, but Dream and Cross tend to be the ones to hear his one-sided rambles. He mainly lets them hear mainly because the rambles they hear can be taken as him just speaking aloud to himself trying to problem-solve.

-When either Night or Mare is out normally the other may take the opportunity to rest, Mare doesn’t need as much rest as Night, so normally when Mare takes over Night gives him full/complete control so he can sleep in the mind. 

So this leaves Mare to deal with any possible situation they may find themselves in.

Night can’t have complete control, as if he tries to stay in control for too long (he can go just under 2 weeks without switching to Mare) he will start to get sick, and ends up puking black tar/eyes leaking tar. Which after a while Mare is forces to take control as Night will be in too much pain.

-Mare is considered a Wraith, But unlike the simple mind of Wraiths they’re actually as smart as Night (if not a bit smarter) (Mare can also be around Wraiths without them attacking) 

-Both Night and Mare consider themselves the same person. In the beginning it was true, as Mare only had Night’s emotions and memories to go off of. As Mare got to form their own opinions on things it looked as if they were separate beings, but the two concluded Mare is still going off of Night’s emotions/memories. So they still say that they’re the same being.

-Nightmare would do anything for his brother (Dream), even if it means putting himself in danger, he also tries not to let Dream see all the things he's doing for him, as he doesn't want Dream to worry about him

-Night knows not a lot of people like him, due to what happened with the tree, a lot of people blaming him due to it being negative emotions that caused what happened. Even though he has nothing to do with it. To add to this, if anyone is being mean to him for any reason he just tends to be polite to them, most of the time it makes people feel a bit bad for being a dick when he's being so polite back. If he isn't polite, he's normally joking around. 

-Nightmare and Dream joined the group, kind of in the middle of everyone else joining. Nightmare originally wanted to keep on the move, but Dream got along so well with Ink and Blue that he didn't want to separate them, and since both himself and Dream didn't want to be apart either, he stuck around. 

Though he had to prove himself to be useful, given his situation of a lot of people thinking he caused this. Nightmare got along decently with Sci, due to being almost as smart as him, and he quickly got along with Horror. Which is when Dust and Killer joined, they quickly formed a little group together. (Cross and Error being honorary members in Nightmare's little group) 

-He’s aware he's kinda hard to be around due to giving off negative energy, but it doesn’t stop the ones he’s befriended from still hanging out with him somehow. Unlike Dream though due to how Nightmare developed it takes longer for people to feel negative due to being around, so he can be around people, but he tends to give people breaks from himself after being around him for too long. 

-Night does a lot of things for the group, he helps Sci make things for their survival, helps scout out areas (due to being small he can get into places where the others can't), helps scavenge for items.

-The 4 smartest people in the group are Sci, Nightmare, Geno and Gans/Echo.

Normally people don't bother Sci since he's normally quite busy or getting rest, and people don't tend to bother Geno since he's normally complaining and shit like that. Gans/Echo is normally off somewhere or doesn’t care enough to help, so it normally leaves people to go to Nightmare when there's a problem, as he's only slightly easier to get a hold of. 

BUT Nightmare also likes to hide in places to get some peace for once, so he's only easier to get a hold of when he's around, whereas even thou Sci, Geno and Gans/Echo are around they're quite hard to get help from.

-Nightmare acts blunt most of the time, mainly because he’s used to not showing much emotion, only really ever having showed emotion to Dream, so when joining the group he does try to show more emotion, since he knows not everyone will like how blunt he normally is. His way of showing emotions is to be somewhat goofy, and unserious, sometimes though he doesn’t really take much serious, since he doesn’t really care too much. He’s also a bit of a smug bastard from time to time, enjoying being a bit of a rat or just being annoying. He does things he wants to do now, whereas in the past he only did things because he had to but had to disregard the things he wanted to do. He feels a lot more free than what he did, but is still semi aware about the fact he isn’t fully free but ignores that in favor of being ignorant. 

When he does decide to care about something though, he cares too much. Even if it’s going to affect him negatively, he’d much rather care than not care at all.

-Night doesn’t really like eye contact, doesn’t really like how intense some people's eye contact can be. Mare also doesn’t like eye contact either, but unlike Night, Mare’s eye is quite intense for most, so it ends up with the other person looking away before them.

-Night always looks tired, basically permanently having darkness under his eyes. Dream always tells him to get more sleep, but it’s not like Night wants to stay up it’s just he really struggles to get sleep.

Tends to get more sleep when he likes/trusts are in the same room as him.

-Night’s left eye may flash blue sometimes, this is due to Mare sometimes coming up to the surface of Night’s mind to check on him or to check out the situation. This eye flashing has only started due to the apocalypse. 

-Night’s tail doesn’t move around too much, it's normally remaining low to the ground or even curled up around one of his legs. In contrast to his brothers tail.

-Night doesn’t like being alone. But at the same time he’s scared of trying to seek comfort in other people normally forcing himself to be alone. He hates it, Mare tells him to go hang out with his brother or friends, but Night always refuses. 

Mare tells him if he doesn’t put in effort with other people then what's stopping them from putting in effort with him. Mare telling him this terrifies him, he knows it’s true but is just so lost on how to approach others that he just lets himself suffer. In Night’s mind suffering alone is better than suffering pain or embarrassment for trying to reach out to others, and having them possibly reject him.

-Normally gets picked up by people due to being short and light. Dream, Cross and the MTT trio are the main culprits for picking him up. Night doesn’t mind too much, especially if they were walking somewhere, it just means he doesn’t have to walk. He only really gets annoyed by it if he was doing something/has to do something but them picking him up is stopping him from doing what he needs to do.

-Night normally needs to do something with his hands, he normally fidgets with his hoodie sleeves. Or if he’s holding something might mess with that. If he’s standing next to someone he likes/trusts he might hold onto them, e.g. holding onto their sleeve/arm. Just doesn’t know what to do with his hands half the time. 

-Likes cats, when he guarded the tree he never really saw cats, only reading and seeing pictures of them in books. So when the apocalypse hit he got to see cats, and instantly fell in love with them. Even going as far as to have cat themed items e.g. his cat socks.

He’s somewhat scared of cats, despite his love for them. If a cat was to approach him too quickly it might freak him out thinking the cat is running to attack him. Originally he wanted to keep Fig, but realized he didn’t know how to take care of a cat, so ended up giving Fig to Horror. He often looks after Fig when Horror is busy, learning how to take care of her from Horror. Night hopes to get his own cat once he feels equip enough to take care of it. Preferably he’d hope he could get a grey tabby cat.

-Quickly learned how to use modern technology, is often stealing it from buildings to see what he can find on them, has found multiple games and movies to keep the group entertained in their downtime.

-Collects books, doesn’t matter what it is, he collects them. Will also sometimes steal Cross’s manga, might read it, might not, he just wants it.

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-Fresh and Death/Reaper were the first two to know about Mare, but didn't say anything to anyone. 

Fresh views Mare as another parasite (similar to what he is) so doesn't want to grass on what he sees as a fellow parasite. 

And Reaper/Death sees it as none of his business. As long as they aren’t hurting anyone. 

The two found out about Mare separately.

-Mare uses They/Them and He/Him. Doesn’t mind which is used. Is agender, but as mentioned doesn’t mind the He/Him pronoun. 

-Cross was the third person to find out about Mare, though he didn’t know Mare was Night at first. And it took him a long time to even see Mare in the first place. Cross doesn’t know that Fresh and Death/Reaper know about Mare, so he thinks he’s the first to find out about mare.

-Dream would probably eventually find out about Mare, probs quite a bit after Cross found out. And would probably find out due to Nightmare possibly protecting him and shifting into Mare to be able to protect him better. (Assume when I’m doing any sort of doodles for the au that Dream doesn’t know still, as mentioned he won’t find out till a lot later)

-Despite Mare having all of Night’s memories and feelings, they chooses to disregard the past, and focus on the here and now. Whereas Night is still stuck thinking about the past.

-Mare tires to be Night’s rational thoughts whenever Night’s mind goes spiraling. Mare doesn’t feel sympathy for Night, since he knows Night doesn’t want his sympathy. Mare normally trying to stick to truths even if those truths are mean. 

-Mare thinks Night is stupid sometimes. They want Night to be more cautious about things, to take things a bit more seriously, always telling Night that all it takes is one slip up, either him or someone else slipping up for things to go wrong. But Night doesn’t really listen to that, choosing to live in ignorance. 

-Mare compared to everyone else in the group is a lot stronger than all of them. They would easily be able to take them all in a fight. They’d never fight them though if they could help it. They’d much rather use Their efforts to protect them, even if They had to do it in secret. 

-Night normally goes out on solo scouting missions, which he normally uses that time to let Mare out. Mare actually does a lot for the group, even if they don’t realize that. Easily being able to clear Wraiths out of areas, or going into Wraith infested areas to get supplies from those areas. As well as easily being able to clear paths due to their strength. 

Mare gets some enjoyment from fighting Wraiths, but enjoys fighting the more powerful Wraiths more, since they gets to use more of their power. But is also aware of when to fight or not, since they don’t want to attract the attention of the group.

-Whenever Mare is let out if Night was wearing the crown/necklace Mare will also be wearing them. This also applies to the cat socks too, but due to Mare’s boots they’re never seen.

-Mare always has at least 2 of his tentacles out, will sometimes have 4+ out. It’s rare to see them without them. Mare would much rather tuck the main 2 into their sides rather than up them away/make them disappear. 

-The eye on Mare’s mask isn’t actually an eye, nor does it blink. When looking close at it, the ‘eye’ is actually some sort of crystal.

Kids-Guarding the tree as adults-After joining the group

How they feel about:

Dream:  Night: Dream is his brother, and he’d (Nightmare) do anything for them, even if it means completely disregarding his own safety/happiness to make sure Dream is safe/happy.  He adores that Dream tries for him, either it be trying to cheer them up or just being around him when so many others don’t go near him.  He adores them, but there's a lot he doesn’t tell Dream, since he doesn’t want to upset Dream or make Dream see him differently (e.g. telling Dream about Mare). He feels bad about lying to Dream, but at the same time he feels it’s for the best.

Mare: has the same love for Dream, but is aware that it will take a lot for Dream to hate him, telling Night it’s okay for Dream to know about them, but Night never listens.

Cross:  Night: It’s complicated when it comes to Cross, Night feels Cross would most likely be better without him around, but Cross has consistently been stuck in his side like a thorn since Cross joined the group.  Night doesn’t fully understand his feelings when it comes to Cross, he does like him, but he can sense there's another emotion there, but is confused by it since he's never felt like that before. Often times he tries to keep Cross at arm's length, like as mentioned, he feels Cross will do better without him. He thinks his negative aura will eventually bother Cross, or that he will upset Cross in some way, or that Cross will leave him. Despite wanting to keep Cross at arm’s length, sometimes he slips up and lets Cross in, he can’t help but have a soft spot for him. Night sees Cross as a sort of ‘knight in shining armour’, thinks this view of him is funny since Cross literally is a royal guard. But it’s the fact Cross is always looking out for him either that be physically or mentally. He does appreciate what Cross does for him.

Mare: Doesn’t care to keep Cross at arm’s length, they’re almost as clingy as Cross, almost. Mare is fully aware of what their feelings are unlike Night, so they were the first to show affection (the love kind) to Cross. Their view of Cross is a lot different to Night’s, where Night sees Cross as his guard, Mare sees Cross as a wet pathetic dog. But they love that about him. Mare knew after Night had a few interactions with Cross that Cross was a good guy, he knew that if Cross was to find out about them (Mare) that he wouldn’t say anything. Knowing Cross cares too much about Night to put Night in any sort of danger.  

Blue:  Night: He’s unsure what to feel about Blue. Dream likes him, so since Dream likes him Night will treat him as a friend as well. He knows Blue is a little bit cautious of him, but at this point who isn’t. Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend.

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him.

Ink:  Night: Thinks Ink’s weird af. Dream likes them though, and he thinks Ink’s insults are funny. So he can’t really complain much. Ink also isn’t worried about him being around either, he’s pretty sure Ink has no concept of danger. Doesn’t mind them, but he wouldn't really consider Ink a friend.

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on them.

Dust:  Night: He likes Dust, though he is unsure on why Dust is protective over him. Likes how quiet and calm Dust can be, but also enjoys the moments where Dust is goofing off with Horror and Killer. 

Mare: Like Night, he likes Dust, tells Night it would probably be fine for Dust to know about them. But Night doesn’t want to listen/doesn’t want to risk it.

Horror: Night: He likes Horror. Horror was one of the first people he managed to make friends with, and he’s also the reason Horror has a kitten. Since he found the kitten and ended up bringing it back, in which Horror quickly grew attached to it so ended up taking Fig.  Horror can be relatively calm half the time, so Night hangs out with him often.  He also is one of the few people who knows that Horror is also a murderer. 

Mare: Like Night, he likes Horror, tells Night it would probably be fine for Horror to know about them. But Night doesn’t want to listen/doesn’t want to risk it.

Killer:  Night: He likes Killer, finds him funny, but also feels drained after a while of interacting with him, since Killer is quite hyper. He has to remind Killer often to get something to eat/drink, as Killer never realizes when he needs to eat/drink. He knows despite Killer acting like an idiot most of the time Killer is actually smart and observant.   

Mare: Like Night, he likes Killer, tells Night it would probably be fine for Killer to know about them. But Night doesn’t want to listen/doesn’t want to risk it.

Error:  Night: He can get along with Error, but Error has his moments where he just hates everyone. So tends to give Error space and only hang with him when Error comes to him.  He’d consider Error a friend, but the term friend is used loosely here.

Mare: Doesn’t mind Error, but is also unsure on what to think about him, not fully being able to figure out what Error is about. Does appreciate that Error tends to be nice to Night though.

Lust:  Night: Considers Lust one of his best friends. Finds it super easy to talk to Lust, though he does keep a lot of stuff to himself and doesn’t really talk much about things relating to himself with Lust. Lust most was the one to tell Night that he (Night) probably has feelings for Cross, after Night talked vaguely about how he feels about Cross with Lust. Dream also gets along with Lust, so that feels like a plus to him. 

Mare: Appreciates the fact Lust helped Night realize his (Night’s) feelings for Cross. Also likes the fact that Night has someone he can open up too, even if it’s only a little bit. 

Fell/Edge:  Night: Doesn’t get along with him, but is polite with him. When Red gets mad at him, he just stays polite which normally makes Red back off due to feeling bad that he's basically getting pissed at some dude who is just trying to be nice to him.

Mare: Thinks Night needs to put him in his place. Doesn’t like him, and often makes comments in Night head when Fell is around, normally making Night nearly laugh about it.

Geno:  Night: Doesn’t get along with him, but remains polite with him. They can work together from time to time to help Sci, and sometimes Geno will ask him questions about himself, but he never really answers any of them.

Mare: Thinks Night needs to put him in his place. Doesn’t like him, and often makes comments in Night head when Geno is around, normally making Night nearly laugh about it. Has also once told Reaper that he needs to get better at killing people because what's taking him so long with killing Geno.

Outer:  Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend. He hasn’t really spent that much time with him to consider him a friend. He knows Dream likes him, so when he does interact with him, he does treat him as a friend though. 

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him. 

Sci: Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend. He can get along with him, and he does like how reasonable he is, Sci was the reason Night was even allowed to stick around in the group in the first place. Since Sci knows Night didn’t cause the apocalypse, and due to being the leader he had the last say in the issue of Night being around.  So Night is grateful for him, but still wouldn’t consider a friend. More of a work friend than an actual friend. 

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him. Does appreciate the fact Sci gave Night a chance to prove himself.

Reaper/Death:  Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he half considers Reaper a friend. Thinks Reaper bullying Geno is funny, and does appreciate the fact Reaper hasn’t grassed on him to the others about Mare. 

Mare: He’s only talked to Reaper a few times, and like Night he appreciates the fact Reaper hasn’t said anything about them. Is willing to listen if Reaper ever needs a favour. Has also once told Reaper that he needs to get better at killing people because what's taking him so long with killing Geno.

Fresh: Night: Doesn’t really like him, but is polite to him. Thinks he's weird as hell. Thinks his power to censor swears is funny though, specifically when it comes to censoring others like Fell, Geno and Echo.  Would rather not be around him though, as Fresh puts him on edge.  Though he appreciates Fresh keeping Mare a secret, he still feels Fresh has a bad reason for keeping it to himself though.

Mare: Warns Night not to trust Fresh or get too close. Doesn’t really answer Night’s questions about Fresh though. Mare feels it’s better if Night doesn’t know the reason why he tells him to stay away from him.

Gans/Echo:  Night: Doesn’t get along with him, but remains polite with him. They can work together from time to time to help Sci. And can also have polite conversations with him where they can joke about things, but they’d both rather not interact.

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him. 

Chief: Night: Doesn’t mind him, but he wouldn't really consider him a friend. Finds how blunt he can be entertaining, but would rather not be on his bad side as he knows Chief can be kinda petty. 

Mare: Only really has Night’s emotions and experiences to go off of, so doesn’t have an opinion on him.

[paradoxmimzy]

Shapeshifter HRT

Day -394

I go in to the doctor. Doctor T.H. Arian. The name is a little suspicious but his treatment of my wife has been favorable.

"I thought about this for a long time doctor. I want to be a shapeshifter."

His face gets serious. "Do you know how many people that come in here and ask for that? What do you really want to be? We do offer polytherian treatments if you just can't decide between a few."

So I list them. Every single one. Cat, dog, fox, mouse, snake, bird, hermit crab, angel, devil, elf, vampire, unicorn, hamster, ferret… and others… forms that don't have names but I describe their anatomy in great, sickening, detail.

"If I tried to go through all of them one at a time it would be too complicated. Too much for me to keep track of and what happens if I want to change into something I haven't listed yet? Please doc, if I had to be one thing it would be a shapeshifter."

He removes his glasses and sighs.

"There is a treatment for it." He says.

I can't contain my squeaks of excitement.

"But." He cuts me off. "The substance I'm using is a lot more controlled. I can guarantee the things that it will do to your body will be worse than what your wife went through."

"I still want it… If you got anything that basically makes me like Venom that would be ideal."

"Will you be changing into anything mechanical or robotic?"

"Probably not."

"Okay. I will put in the request now, but do not hold your breath. A government agent will eventually contact you and mail you the paperwork that you need to fill out."

- Day -96

6:21 in the morning. My phone was ringing and with my wife still asleep I answered it.

"Hello this is Officer Mitchell. I am here with Agent Duress. We're here to ask you some questions about this… medication you are requesting?"

My local sheriff, with some guy from the government. Great.

"Yeah I made a request sometime last year and hadn't heard anything."

"Yes, well. There had been some policy changes 150 days ago about the substance you're requesting. Everyone who filed a report had to do so again."

"And I'm just hearing about this now??"

"Your doctor had been informed about it two weeks ago and resubmitted all files that needed to be submitted. He requested we handle this urgently so that is what we're doing, ma'am."

"I'm not a ma'am. Please use Sir if you can."

"With all due respect, ma'am. You take this medicine it's going to turn you into something that I don't even want to think about. Gender ain't gonna mean much to a freak like you."

"I can still use whatever damn pronouns I want."

"Okay, okay. No need to be so sensitive about it. I just gotta sign this thing that says I'll keep an extra eye out for you if you decide to start doing crimes."

"Oh my god."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be everything all these stupid fucking things. Ferret, angel, hermit crab? Really? If any crimes are done from species in any of these lists you're gonna be on the suspect board by default."

"Fine. I'll consent to it."

"Alright, good. Next is understanding the exact risk of this substance. Has your next of kin been notified?"

"My wife is fully aware yes."

"Your parents, darling. I'm asking about your parents."

"Dad died 3 years ago and mom's never had custody of me. I am nearly 30 fucking years old, why are you asking about my fucking parents?"

"Standard procedure. Normally we have underage people asking for this stuff. So what age would you say you were dysphoric as a… 'Mono-formic being.'" He sounded out each word bitterly.

And so the questions went on and on and on and on and on. Until finally a voice different from the sheriff's came in.

"Thank you for your time. It will be under consideration."

And then it hung up.

"Ugggghhhh." I groan to myself.

"If you wanna go to the diner I could search for a shirt that fits me now." My cow wife says.

"It's fine. I'll just hang out on the internet. All I can do is fucking wait after all. From email or carrier pigeon I guess!!"

"Too loud."

"Sorry. I'm just mad."

"Do you think they hire pigeon therians into the government to carry messages?" She asks,

"Derpy Hooves is definitely a pigeon therian." I reply back,

"So true OP…" She yawns and slips back into sleep.

- Day 0

It was a text message. It was ready at the pharmacy and all I needed to do was go pick it up like any other medicine.

Doctor T.H. Arian gave me information on how to apply it and what to expect for the low dose they start me on.

He was very insistent I record my emotional state through this and that he would be prepared to stop the treatment if it made me 'worse.' Though he refused to define what worse was.

The medicine itself was just a little black goo in a bottle. I had been informed that it could be applied just on my skin, but that carried a risk to my partner and her own HRT procedures. So I opted for injection instead.

[sdyd]

* ALWAYS WATCHING OVER YOU. sentence starters from kaigan games' horror series, simulacra. change pronouns / tense as necessary.

now we are luminous, a bright star. all shall see us !

I've been trying to reach out ...

thank god I found this phone.

you are not worthy of respect.

poor unfortunate soul.

you're just like the rest, a sheep.

tragic. we can change that.

you think you can stop me ?

I have no use for someone who accepts the world they are given.

no one truly deserves anything.

I ate and entire pizza by myself in five minutes.

tell me I'm pretty.

material attachment is so pedestrian.

behind your glass screens, behind your black mirrors, is a reflection of reality.

we seek those with extraordinary influence.

you are lost.

it is easy to be led astray when you are so broken.

you deserve to be followed.

you looked through his phone ?!

he has the nerve to accuse me of invading his privacy.

you're the one who went out of line.

I am not even mad, just disappointed.

how are you feeling ?

can you stop being so emotional right now ?

you've got the wrong person.

I'm not who you think I am.

you're better than this, [ name ].

what are you rambling about ?

maybe he'll slip up and tell you something we don't know.

there's something on my mind ...

it's not my fault that she left you.

if you're obsessed with me, I get it.

there's something off about him.

it's too late for me.

she can still be saved.

do not trust its' words.

nothing is what it seems.

I saw him, then I blacked out.

it only reveals itself too its' chosen

he told you, didn't he ?

I am her as she is me.

if it is me you wish to see, so be it.

impressive. a worthy pretender.

you have seen through my mask.

do you crave the truth so badly ?

the material society is fading, a digital one taking its' place.

she did nothing wrong and nothing right.

is that how you've been feeling ?

expecting him to follow you is pointless.

your actions will carry weight. live with them.

fuck this silent treatment. fuck it so much.

hello, worm.

don't forget your headphones.

no more losing, only growing.

when you look into my eyes, you can see it looking back.

join the fun !

worms, how are we feeling today ?

my followers are my puny worms.

there is no end or beginning.

we will never be separated.

pretender.

soon, this will become your reality.

hola chikas !

grovel as we consider your divinity.

that old fool mistakeningly thinks he has solved this.

your concept of right and wrong eludes me.

your own suffering will lead you back to us

how does it feel when everyone leans on you for guidance ?

don't compare yourself to me. ever. you're not on my level and you never will be.

don't you kids link everything to the cloud these days ?

are you having a stroke ?

who's going to believe us if we said some face - tearing monster killed them ?

I'm not a cartoon rabbit.

life hurts a lot more than death.

yes, a person was ruined.

this is not your memory.

I was lost and you sensed my need. I followed your path and you kept me from falling.

you need a form. a new body, a new face. a true face ... I will do this for you.

what is the current status of the investigation ?

[ name ] appears to be on this alone.

focus, please.

tell me, what do you see ?

step, seek, and proceed.

your path is coming to an end.

tell me, what do you doubt ?

find the truth.

my perversion fails to deceive you. you have seen through my mask.

what's the worst that could happen ?

we will never be separated.

you showed me that the human heart can hide so much more.

you have given me a great gift.

why won't you just let him be happy ?

this cannot be !

you and I are not that different.

I'm really scared. I've been trying to reach out.

I asked for your name.

then who will save me ?

it's getting harder to think.

I need to get out of here !

help me defeat this thing, [ name ] !

I'm right here. you won't go through this alone.

you should go.

it's up to you now.

promise that you'll remember me ?

I'm glad your here.

the only way forward is to disappear.

who am I to deny their wish ?

no one deserves that.

I should have paid more attention.

I valued my own ambition over their cries for help.

I forgot who I was.

is it really that easy ?

everything is slipping away.

you really think I can do this ?

embrace your sins.

you wear the face of a ghost.

you're unable to exist without something to latch onto.

GET ! OUT ! OF ! MY ! HEAD !

I don't know what to say ...

you pulled me back. thank you.

that's what partners are for.

I'm not letting you go that easily !

thanks for believing in me.

we've got so much to talk about.

I'm not afraid anymore. I feel clarity.

don't deny its' voice, let it through.

I just embraced the truth.

I'm here. I'm not leaving you.

you've seen the damage I can do.

no one deserves that.

you're safe, you're with me.

now, where were we ?

I can't lose you too !

I'm on my way ! just stay on the line !

you can do this.

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Would you do hank with a reader that is often does bodyguard work.

Hank with a bodyguard reader

Hey thanks for the ask 👋

Finally back into doing madness combat fics. Actually sort of missed doing them. Sorry if the ending is a bit weird I tried to end it without it seeming awkward. Anyways hope you enjoy ~ Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: they/them

Warning: ⚠️killing and murder get mentioned but not described in detail + slight swearing⚠️️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Hank J Wimbleton + Sanford + Deimos + 2BDamned

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Icon by kisliilimonchik on Pinterest + Banner by Haterlovin on Pinterest

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- Nevada, a place known for violence and nothing else so being a bodyguard will be tough work constantly being ordered to protect people and harm anyone who dares try the person you're protecting but honestly you don’t regret it the job helps you stay on your feet. You were widely known for doing a good job at what you do and keeping people away.

- One of the people who was recognised was none other than Hank J Wimbleton, a well known murder. Surprisingly he’s really intrigued with your job however he hasn’t really had the chance to meet face to face since they personally believe that they don’t need your help he’s an already excellent fighter he doesn’t need someone to protect him but still he somewhat admires you. But he never thought he'd get to see you in action; however that’s about to change. One day he was doing his usual business murdering and killing, nothing was getting in his way. He had been targeting this specific person for a while now and they were so close until he was stopped by something or rather someone which just so happened to be you. At first he was slightly surprised at your appearance but then thought that you must have been hired by this person to protect them and as much as he is impressed by you by the end of the day he needs to get to this person so even if you were doing your job you needed to go as well.

- However no matter how many times he tried to confuse you they weren’t able to fool you which actually kind of annoyed him even if he was able to somewhat cause some damage to you he wasn’t able to get rid of you. Surprisingly they settled on leaving the target alone and you two were able to come to an agreement to not talk about it. He did mention to you that they were impressed with how you did with your job and in return he got some compliments with how he fought as well. He then returned to the base where he, Sanford, Deimos and 2BDamned stayed.

- Obviously due to your job and constantly being hired by different people nonstop, Hank is rarely going to see you when you're not doing your job but there have been some when you did meet while you were protecting someone. He uses the time he has since he doesn’t want to distract you from what you’ve been told to do to take the opportunity to catch up from the last time you met once again keeping it a secret. But honestly despite not saying it out loud he kind of wishes they could get to catch with you without anything to distract the both of you. Luckily, by some miracle he was able to get you while you were on your days off and decided to attempt to secretly hint that if you want to hang out with him but you managed to catch on quickly but you said yes anyways.

- He decided to take you to his base of all places to take you and he was trying to mentally prepare themselves for what might be asked towards him.

+“I’m back” Hank said in his tired tone as he and you went in “ah welcome home Hank…” 2BDamned said as he held a checklist in his hands before suddenly stopping at seeing your appearance looking at Hank confused before asking “who’s this?” Hank sighed to himself “this is [NAME] they’re the well known bodyguard” they said gesturing his hand to you. 2BDamned has this sudden realization on his face as he remembers who you are before putting out his hand wanting to shake yours “pleasure to meet you I’m 2BDamned” you took his offer and shook his hand “pleasure to meet you as well”

+ “Hey there Hank oh who’s this new friend of yours” Deimos voice spoke up with a slight teasing tone seeing that Hank of all people brought someone home “Shut the fuck up deimos! Whatever you're thinking, stop it!” Hank immediately told Deimos off “oh come on Hank don’t be like that I’m not going to judge you” Deimos placed an arm around Hank “come on Deimos leave the boy alone” Sanford said with a slight chuckle at Deimos teasing “seriously though who are they?” Sanford asked in a more serious way compared to Deimos “I’m [NAME] pleasure to meet you two” you introduced yourself to which Deimos eyes widened “wait your THE [NAME]!” He said slightly excited “holy shit it is” Sanford said surprised while taking a look around you seeing if he wasn’t hallucinating.

- It was actually kind of relaxing finally having the chance to hang out with Hank and the others without having to worry about staying on your feet to protect you when you could just relax. Overall, it was nice to finally get to know Hank despite how you first met.

[deadkidcourt]

deadkidcourt : our tale of system discovery

I've always been scared of being publicly out about my system, more posts i see from other systems has given me some courage. i like being able to see those posts and see our system or aspects of us in them. I've never publicly spoke of my diagnosis being scared that when people find out that I'm not medically recognized that the fakeclaiming will become really bad. i already deal with so much denial of my own that I've been so scared of rejection from other systems.

we have done extensive research, we have always been very self aware and would never self diagnose without a fuck-ton of research to back it up. we'd always felt like multiple people but not in the way we feel like it now. we'd always been kind of name fluid, loving trying on different names and pronouns. i thought for a long time that, that's how multi-gendered and people who used xenogenders felt.

as time went on, we would have phases feeling girly, wanting a hyperfem gender presentation, and then we would flip 100% and get highly upset even being thought of a girl. even as a child i would act completely different to how i was, and my parents would get highly upset because they felt they didn't know me. saying things like you're acting like a completely different person, but in those times i would get really sad because i was just acting how i felt.

i would often be told i was lying, because one day I'd really like something and the next i hate it with everything in me. people thought i was faking my personality to fit in, but i was just that different. as a teenager i learned about osddid but thought, oh that can't be me! I remember all my trauma! I'm just me! until i met a friend who was a system and learned that alot of how we felt and the things we did were not that of a singlet. that was in 2019, we questioned for a year and thought we were just making things up for attention and to seem interesting (it's not for attention if you're doing it when you're alone.)

i have known about maladaptive daydreaming since i was a child, it was what saved me from most of my trauma. being able to escape to a fake world, but the ‘characters’ didn't change, at least not three of them. we would have random fictional characters show up to, that we would then have a high identity kin with and could never understand why other people didn't connect with characters like that.

one was a girl that always got mad when i was hurting, i thought she was an imaginary friend. someone my brain created to help me feel better about my situation, and then when i was about nine. she would start taking over my body, fighting with our parents when they would act wrong, but after that i would be in control again scared of the repercussions of her actions. this continued for years, i thought everyone made up people in their head to help them and protect them. that's not the case.

in 2021 (roughly) we became highly obsessed with fnaf, circus baby in particular. so much so, we couldn't befriend people online with her as a profile picture. this got bad enough that when a close friend set her discord avatar as glam rock baby (fan design), we had a full breakdown.

all we could think and feel is, that is me, i am that person you cant use that picture thats me and youre not me stop stop stop. our husband has to talk us down, and we kindly asked the friend to not use that character because of the distress we felt about it. we thought that was fictionkin, but it was so distressing and upsetting we had a weeklong disassociative episode and i thought that was just normal. we know now about pur circus baby fictive and have done work to source seperate so as to not have breakdowns and episodes like that again.

now, here's where things get tricky because the memory isn't really there. but from them until this year we fought with ourselves about our self diagnosis, always discrediting our trauma, and symptoms. it wasn't until we told our husband about all of our trauma that he helped us understand how drastic that was especially to a child's mind.

then we started researching, we researched off an on for three years. sometimes noting some people in our brain that we met, but it didn't work because we weren't ready to come to terms with it. the denial was ao bad.

in january of 2024, we had what i know now as a frontstuck host that finally got unstuck and everything started to fall into place for us. we were able to integrate and lose some of our amnesia barriers and i was able to meet some of our alters. it was helpful that our husband was around, because he was able to notice symptoms and changes in our prescence that we couldn't see.

he was able to differentiate between the main four frequent fronters we had at the time and was very patient with us and did research of his own to help us. we tried keeping a notebook, able to see differences in our handwriting and vocabulary choices. the way we dress would change, one loves all dark big clothing while another alter loves showing skin with pastel colors, and another one that just wants to be comfortable. small things like that made it easy to start to see the patterns in our switching. and with learning more, i realized my amnesia is not as cut and dry as i thought it would be. i can remember the bad things but not last week, or last month or yesterday.

there's only ever been one part of our system that we can't seem to wrap our head around. our splitting patterns, and fusing patterns. we have decently good communication, very low amnesia barriers between switching, and i have low access to innerworld. that was all great, but then we started splitting alot, or discovering alot of alters. there would be like 5 alters and 15 fragments and as time went on, i noticed how easily we split fictive fragments and those fragments (usually 2-4 of them) would fuse to make a whole alter. but that alter would have several sources, that always made us feel like we were wrong or perhaps that our system has lied to us. either of which could be true, we don't really care. we just try to take care of ourselves and we try to welcome any newbies to our headspace as gently as we can. we had incorrectly thought that introjects had to have one source, and that set us back on our healing alot. that and we tend to fuse semi-easily and thought we we're lying about our system because of that.

now we just take everything one step at a time, try to meet new alters and talk to them while not forcing it a whole lot. i hope our journey can help you. I'm not the most educated person (i try tho!) so please if I'm wrong about something or something let me know, KINDLY.

- ronnie 💣 and remi 🦨

[nyxronomicon]

Part v: Broken Walls

ex-husband!Geto x fem!reader

reader: she/her pronouns, wears a skirt/dress, tits & vagina pet names: my love, good girl note: I use MC in the place of y/n because I prefer it cw: manipulation, abusive relationship, masturbation, religious themes, yandere!Geto, fake boyfriend scenario

masterlist | ao3 mirror

Two years ago.

"You're late." The house was silent, dark. Except for the dim reading light and your husband waiting for you.

"I was at a happy hour with some of the new hires." You smiled nervously. You were hoping he'd be asleep, though you knew he wouldn't be.

"Oh? Who?" Suguru barely feigned interest anymore.

"No one important, dear." You sighed. This again.

"No one important? Then why waste your time?" Suguru's book snapped closed. "Come here, love. I missed you." He set it on the table, his lap now open for you to join him.

"I just like talking to different people." You slipped your shoes off and set your bag down. "I don't want to rely on you."

"Am I not enough for you?" He frowned, but his expression softened when you sat sideways on his lap. One of his hands wrapped around your waist, the other rested on your thigh.

"Of course you're enough, love." You hated when he got like this. "But what you want... it just feels a little like a cage sometimes."

"A cage." His frown deepened.

"I don't mean it like-"

"I didn't realize I'm so horrible to be around." He interrupted you.

"You know-"

"I know this ring means every day I wake up and I choose you." He hissed, holding up the hand wearing his wedding ring. "Over anything, you alone are the most important thing to me. I'm sorry that's so suffocating for you."

"Suguru, c'mon." You sighed.

"C'mon what? Nanami was there, wasn't he?" Suguru's voice sounded disgusted.

"He's my friend." Anger bit at your words. You'd told him this time and time again.

"He confessed his love for you just last month. He told you I'm too controlling and begged you to get a divorce." His grip on your waist tightened. "Why would you expect me to be okay with you spending time with someone like that?" He spoke through his teeth.

Your chest was now pressed against his, your fingers grasping at the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not interested in him, love. He would never-"

"You don't know that." Suguru's nose pressed against the crown of your head, nuzzling your hair, taking in the faded scent of the perfume you wore to work. "I can't protect you if I'm not with you. You didn't even tell me where you were."

"I..." your voice was weak. Once again, Suguru was wearing you down. "I'm sorry."

"I was so worried." He pressed a kiss to your head, peppering more down to your ear. "Don't be careless like that. Men like him can't be trusted."

"I've told you..." You nearly lost your train of thought when Suguru started kissing your neck. "He's just a friend. You have nothing to worry about."

"I'd prefer he's less." He grunted, his teeth leaving a trail as that familiar tingle of desire bubbled within you.

This always happened. He got mad at you for wanting other people in your life. He saw it as them taking his time with you away. He'd berate you for it, then play it off as being worried or sad. Though your sympathy ran thin, he adapted. After all, doesn't anger feel a lot like lust when his hands are exploring your curves?

"Guru..." You couldn't tell annoyance from desire anymore. You should have just gone to bed. "What are you asking me to do?"

He took his time sucking at the skin on your neck, pleasure buzzing through your body as he left a hickey that would be hard for you to hide at work tomorrow. A few languid kisses along your collarbone followed before he finally responded to your question.

"Selfish of you to lead him on." He mumbled against your skin. A hand slowly slid up your thigh, under that tight pencil skirt that a home-wrecker like Nanami shouldn't get the privilege to see. "Isn't it?"

"I... I guess." Your words were breathy. Suguru loved manipulating your anger into desire. As he watched your defenses crumble, he smirked, showering you with more affection.

"Set him free then." Suguru's kisses dropped to your cleavage. No wonder the poor oaf was so into you. The outfits you wore were barely appropriate for work. He couldn't blame him for wanting to get lost between your tits. He decided to leave a hickey at the top of your breast to encourage a more modest wardrobe. "Remind him you're happy with me. You don't need him."

"He's..." Desire was pumping through you. You were tired. It was barely worth the fight anymore. "... my friend."

"He's not your friend." Suguru pulled away from your breast, satisfied with the marks left behind. "He wants to fuck you. He told you as much." His soft brown eyes searched yours, laced with concern. "Don't you understand?"

"Guru..." He played your heart strings like a prodigy until you were singing the same tune. And he was always successful. "Okay. I'll stop hanging out with him."

"Good girl." He placed a hand on your cheek. "That makes me feel so much better, my love." He kissed you deeply, tongues twisting as you melted against him. His arms wrapped around you, the cage of adoration locking you right where you were always meant to be.

.

Your bleary eyes slid open when Choso's alarm went off. It was a miracle you weren't hungover- apparently chugging water while staring at yourself in the mirror last night was effective in chasing away the mistake of last night.

Oh yeah. The mistake.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Choso mumbled, half asleep. "Unless you wanted to?"

"Yeah." Your voice was hoarse. "If you don't mind."

"Sure. I'll go after." He rolled over, seeming to drift right back to sleep.

You collected your toiletries and clothes and trudged to the bathroom. The light was bright, a mild headache threatening the back of your head when you turned it on. You drank a couple more cups of water and turned on the shower, waiting until it was hot to climb in.

The memories from last night slowly trickled into your head. The kissing. The tender words. The nostalgia. And, of course, the sex. The worst part about all of it was that it still felt good.

Fuck.

You thought for sure last night that you'd wake up and regret everything. That you'd want to grab Choso and go straight home, skip the sermon, never see that bastard again. But you didn't. You wanted to see his sermon. You wanted to see him.

Your hands thoughtlessly trailed over your body, feeling your breasts, your pussy... thinking about him. The way Suguru touched you last night felt so much better than you remembered. It just drilled in your mind how inadequate your imagination and your own touch had been. Of course, the one-night-stands had nothing on him, either.

Your back arched, the memories of last night fueling you. Let me worship you. His words echoed in your mind as your finger swirled around your clit. As your spine tingled with desire, a silent gasp escaped your lips. You kept touching yourself, feeling your body light up as you thought about him.

Choso's alarm went off again in the other room and you snapped yourself out of it.

Last night meant nothing, you told yourself. You took a deep breath, putting soap on the hotel washcloth to cleanse yourself of the stench of your sinful evening. You forced yourself to remember the incident with Nanami.

He was sweet. Worked at the cubicle across from yours. You were friends. You suspected Nanami might have a little crush, but it was obvious you were married. If not for the wedding ring you never left home without, your desk was adorned with photos of you and Suguru. It wasn't uncommon for you to mention him, either. There was a time when he really was your best friend, after all.

Despite your better judgement, you confided in Nanami a few times. Suguru had been a lot more wary about you going out with your friends, so it was hard for you to spend time with anyone outside of work. He was a calming presence, and he always bought your coffee, even though you insisted he didn't need to. That Suguru wouldn't like it if he knew.

You knew for a fact that Suguru detested Nanami in particular, probably because he couldn't really control whether you see him. In retrospect, Nanami was the only person keeping you sane in those last few years. Him and Gojo.

Suguru thinks I'm stringing you along. That's not really fair to you, Nanami. You told him. That pathetic excuse to ending your friendship.

Does he make you happy? Seriously. Nanami asked, his eyes on you. Tender. Soft. An absence of something that was always present when Suguru looked at you, though you still couldn't place it, even in the memory. The long silence said more to him than your answer did.

I'm sorry, Kento. You remembered his face. Like you just stabbed him in the heart. You might as well have. But it was what Suguru wanted. And you always gave him what he wanted. That was the thing he loved most about you.

Negativity swirled in your mind as you went through your shower routine. But you kept landing on the worst thought of all. If Suguru really had changed, if every night could be like last night, then yes. Suguru Geto made you very, very happy.

You wanted to call Nanami. You were no longer coworkers; he stopped talking to you after that day and found a new job shortly after. You'd barely thought about him since, blocking that shitty memory from your mind. Along with countless others, no doubt. You hoped he was doing well, and that he didn't spend as much time hung up on you as you did on your ex-husband.

You took a deep breath after stepping out of the shower. Putting your clothes on, dread swirled within you. You had to tell Choso. The bad memories of Suguru seemed so distant, and your mind kept returning to last night like it was stuck on repeat. You couldn't trust your own judgement, and you were sure Gojo would have prepared him for his eventuality.

Finishing your morning routine, you exited the bathroom. "Hey, Choso?"

"Mmh... yeah?" He groaned, stretching as he slowly climbed out of bed.

"Uh, about last night," His eyes widened as you spoke. "I... fucked up."

"What happened?" Still groggy, he rubbed the back of his neck. Gojo was gonna chew him out for falling asleep.

"We... fucked." You sighed. Might as well tell him everything.

"Shit. Fuck." There was a long pause. "Seriously?"

You looked away. Though it was still dark in the hotel room, he could see the guilt in your expression from the glow of the bathroom lights.

"Let's play hooky then." Choso spoke softly. His tone wasn't accusatory or dissapointed, just laced with empathy. "I hate going to church, anyway." His soft chuckle put you at ease a little, though the reaction you were really worried about was Gojo's.

"You sure? We came all the way here..." You fidgeted a little, though your whole body was on edge at the idea of walking into that church.

"Honestly," Choso grinned, "I'd much rather just leave. This was just a favor to Gojo. And you, of course."

You could feel the stress and anxiety leave your body at his words. You hadn't even noticed how tensed up you were. "Thanks, Cho." You smiled softly, and the two of you packed up to check out.

.

Choso drove the car while you rode in the passenger seat. You agreed to text Gojo once the two of you were on the road.

You: so, uh, bad news Gojo: you're not at church You: yeah. geto came over last night Gojo: no You: ... yeah You: i fucked up Gojo: please tell me you didn't You: ... You: to be fair he got me drunk Gojo: you drank with him?? Gojo: where was choso? i knew i should have been your fake boyfriend You: he fell asleep... he got a little drunk too... Gojo: he's fired. tell him he's fired.

"Cho," You looked at your ex-fake-boyfriend. "Gojo says you're fired."

"Figured as much," he chuckled.

You looked out the window. Not much to be seen out here, but even just the roads reminded you of Suguru. The two of you had driven here to visit his family dozens of times, listening to music, joking around. Your wedding was here, at the very church he was preaching at. Another reason it was best you didn't go to that sermon.

Geto: sorry. i fucked it all up, didn't i? You: it's fine. it's not your fault. i shouldn't have let him come over

Your mind felt so foggy, you didn't even think twice about your response or who it was going to. Of course, Geto had immediately noticed your response was probably not intended for him. He wasn't about to pass up the opportunity for a little insight, though.

Geto: how are you feeling? You: idk. like i'm backsliding. i wish i could hate him. it would be so much easier if i didn't want him so bad

Geto smirked, silencing his phone before his final church service started. Even though you didn't stay, he got what he wanted. He was on your mind again, and he wasn't about to let you slip through his fingers for a second time.

[cvsmixnaya]

i love you

pairings: eren yeager x reader

pronouns: she/her

cw: angst. literally lots of it. queen charlotte au

a/n: i had this idea for a while but never got myself to write it but here i am and i hope y’all like this cause it’s the best scene in the show

“Do you love me?” Y/n asked Eren.

“I’m trying to protect you.” He answered right away.

“Do you love me?” She asked him again with a bit of aggression in her voice.

“I…I cannot. We cannot… This conversation is- I cannot do this-” Eren said but got cut off by Y/n

“Do you love me?”

“I never wanted to marry-”

“Do you love me?” She asked him again and again.

“Y/n please stop!”

He begged her to let it go but she couldn’t it. She just could not.

“Is it because you do not believe that I could love you? I do.”

Of course she did. How could she not? She’s always loved him and will never stop loving him.

“I love you Eren.” All he could do was look at her. What Y/n didn’t know was the fact that he loved her too.

He will always continue to love her.

“I love you so much that I will do as you wish. If you do not love me, all you have to say is you do not love me and I will go. I will go back to Buckingham house and we can live our separate lives, and I will have this baby alone and I will make do and fill my days and survive. I will do that. But first, you have to say that you do not love me.”

Y/n said and Eren didn’t say anything yet. He couldn’t stop looking at her and how beautiful she looked in the dim lighting.

Even in the dark he would find her beautiful.

She tried to push him to respond by saying, “You have to tell me that I am utterly alone in this world.”

“I am a madman. I am a danger. In my mind there are different worlds creeping in. The heavens and the earth collide. I don’t know where I am.”

He says but didn’t answer the question that was asked and it was killing Y/n from the inside. She just wanted a simple answer.

“Do you love me?” She asked him again just waiting for him to answer the damn question.

“You do not wish a life with me. No wishes that.”

“Eren!”

Y/n called out to him.

“I will stand with you between the heavens and the earths. I will tell you where you are. Do you love me?”

“I love you!” Eren yells out. His eyes are glossing up showing that he is going to cry.

“From the mo-” She very clearly heard his voice crack at that sentence he was trying to say.

“From the moment i saw you trying to go over the wall… I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you Y/n. My heart calls your name.”

As soon as Eren finished his confession, he immediately pressed his lips on Y/n’s. The kiss was slow, passionate and full of love.

She finally got her answer. Eren loved her. He loved her so much.

They broke the kiss and he started to break down. Tears falling out of his beautiful green eyes.

She said nothing and just held him. Allowing him to let it all out.

Their foreheads were against each other with comfort. Her hands were resting gently on his neck while his hands were on her waist going up and down.

He seeked comfort. So badly.

“I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know. This… madness has been my secret my entire life. This darkness is… is my burden. You bring the light.”

He said while pulling away from her tears cascading down his cheek.

“Eren. It is you and me. We can do this. Together.” She told him in an reassuring tone.

All Eren could do was kiss her again but it lasted shortly and the couple just hugged each other in comfort.

They were so glad to be in each other’s arms and didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

[grief-worn]

munday: getting to know you ! ! !

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: addi, or sometimes i go by glacier.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: they/them.

MUSE NAME: on this blog; shadowheart.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: gay hand-holding and parallel play. alternatively; here on tumblr (asks/dms/etc) or on discord if we're friends/good mutuals!

EXPERIENCE: i think my very first roleplay was on gmail chat, pfft. but i also did stuff on deviantart, IRC chatrooms, forums, skype/discord, and this one roleplay site i will not name because it's genuinely awful. (no it's not f-list). i have pretty limited experience writing on tumblr. just recently got back into it here after having a kinda meh experience in the resident evil fandom.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: not sure if this means like ... 3rd person? or like ... paragraph length? or what, but i'm open to pretty much anything! i'm super open-minded. i don't even dislike the infamous 1st person writing style, as someone who hungrily consumes reader insert fanfics.

PET PEEVES AND DEAL-BREAKERS: kind of a hard one to answer, but here's what i can think of off the top of my head:

guilt by association: dealt with a bit of this in another fandom. just because i'm writing with someone doesn't mean i'm aware of their issues. curate who you follow and what you see on your dash for sure, i will always understand quietly blocking to maintain your own peace, but i've gotten mixed up in some weird stuff just because i ended up writing with the wrong person.

heavy formatting: this isn't like, that big of a deal-breaker, i just specifically have poor eyesight and difficulty reading/processing words if there's a bunch of different fonts, and font sizes, and colors, and whatnot. definitely might be something i ask people to tone down, but it doesn't really make me mad haha.

soft blocking instead of hard blocking: i'm pretty stupid. please make it obvious if you don't wanna interact anymore! otherwise i won't realize and i'll probably accidentally make it worse orz.

vagueposting/sub-tweeting: that stuff is kinda mean and weird. i don't like seeing it!

PLOTS OR MEMES: either one is awesome, but they both definitely have their contextual uses! sometimes a bit of talking beforehand is nice, sometimes i like just winging it. they're both fun!!

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: again, they're both fun. long replies are sort of harder to get to since they take so long to write but sometimes that's exactly what i want; to get lost in a reply for like 2 hours straight. not sure if i have a preference, it's just that short replies are faster and therefore fit better into my daily schedule, but that doesn't mean i don't love dumping my text walls <3

BEST TIME TO WRITE: unfortunately i've found that writing at 4am when everyone is asleep is a WONDERFUL time for my creativity hehe. i wish i could write as good in the daylight hours lol !!!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: yes and no. personality wise; not really. we're both kind of goofy deep, deep down. and i project a lot of myself onto her, but i think that's just because her story and trauma resonate with me very strongly! i try not to like, overwrite her character and inject too much of my own stuff. i honestly just have the biggest, fattest crush on her and i need more of her in whatever way i possibly can have. i guess we both love animals. but i'd never have such ugly bangs. ew, shadowheart.

tagged by: @astralrogue (thank you very much!)

tagging: whoever wants to do this :3 it's sharing a lot of ooc info so i don't wanna pressure peeps!!!

[roykiller07]

i am always so scared and avoidant of explaining my identity to anybody (even, if not especially, myself) in any more words than the vaguest description possible ("im trans these r my pronouns and im a lesbian") because i cant telepathically transmit my gender into their brain so theyll never understand the complexity of it and will think something is wrong with it because im 100% nothing if not a lesbian but my nonbinaryness does not necessarily exclude manhood but it also does at the same time?? idk. wish ppl would stop trying to get me to explain my nonbinary identity in binary terms (im ppl nobody is asking me to say anything more than what i already do)

that comedian was so right i am a man in the way that kraft singles are cheese. it presents like it would be in the same category, it tastes like an offputting version of the real cheeses, a lot of people would call it cheese and it calls itself cheese too unless legally restricted but when you look at the actual content it is an entirely completely different substance. which doesnt make it any less a cheese persay but certainly also makes it definitely NOT a cheese at the same time. and its way better on grilled cheese than normal cheese is. not sure how that fits into the metaphor but its important to me

the same can be said for the way that im a woman and for both a large majority of the "ingredients" are completely internalizations of external inputs instead of any actual innate part of my being, like being a girl in the weird girl by mommy long legs way or in the impact of growing up a girl in a sexist society way or in the betty grof way or in the autistic female cartoon characters way or in the when choosing which character was OUR character growing up amidst my siblings in any game or show, often ending up w the only girl instead of just anyone that resonated with me way (was always mad at the games/shows for only having one girl, never upset about having to be her instead of someone else unless one of my siblings took the cool genderless-esque one) (maya and zero from borderlands...) or in the im my mother's daughter way or like being a guy in the random stray cat of indeterminate sex way or in the when every new person got confused about my gender as an androgynous kid, laughing super hard with my whole class/whoever was there about how dumb they were but always avoiding answering/correcting them clearly and getting upset if someone else told them i was a girl way or in the feeling very uncomfortable when anyone but my family specifically called out that i was a girl as a kid way (when alex tried to tell me i was the ruler QUEEN not the ruler KING for my collection of rulers..... die) or in the im my brothers brother way or in the drag king way or in the tboy swag of harold tdi way or you know i could go on for literal eons and still feel like i didn't list enough. plus a lot of the items on BOTH lists apply to BOTH options

and besides that im also like totally disconnected from gender?? i definitely still feel agender and genderfluid at the same time all the time not to mention the constant banging at the door in the back of my head for catgender begging to be let out. overall point blank period i know that the reason i feel this way about my gender is because im autistic and when social constructs don't come naturally to me that includes gender. but that's never like. a definitive enough answer for other people or for my own sanity and it makes me mad because NOBODY UNDERSTANDSSS MEEEEEEE [emo crying on knees]

whatever who actually cares (me)

i think the last time i felt properly fully self expressed was when i was 10 and had a scratch account named mr fox and used a persona called mr fox on it and part of what was special about me was that my name was mr fox but i was actually a girl even though i would throw up if someone called me a miss or mrs

[weirdo-autumn]

It's time to make a long ahh post on my OC just because

(This is going to be extremely long so be prepared-)

Nao Nishi (尚 二死), pronouns are she/they

they had a bit of a difference appearance, somewhat longer hair and an eye patch

They were more quiet, collected. While she still is, it was much more back then

They don't really care about what anyone says anymore- it's always the same insults repeated over and over again and she just got tired of it all

They love their parents dearly, along with present friends

Lonely as heck but hey, they didn't mind

...okay she did but just a LITTLEEE bit

They were the quiet kid in class, just doing she own thing

But if someone, such as a teacher, would talk to them- she would play a cheerful persona who acted like nothing was wrong

They have *such* a high love for samurai and warriors and japanese history and urban legends and all that- that's why they have her katana- that they got from their parents, hand-made

Also love scary stories

One time she wrote their own for a class assignment and they got an A

The best mark they ever got in her life, usually it's average

They also enjoy things like simply sitting around and listening to the sounds of wherever she is, like in a park, listening silently to the winds and possibly other people around doing whatever

They didn't enjoy talking with people much, because. yeah.

But now, they could talk all day but get embarrassed about it because god did she really talk this much

They have a love/hate for coffee

Things they really hate aren't much but- wasps, loud sounds/noises, getting sick, causing attention on herself, lying about anything to family/friends you know nothing special especially when they're forced to in a situation anyway-

Just two years ago, they lived in Japan with their parents- Liam and Nirako (韮高) ((designs in work)).

Back then, with somewhat longer hair, Nao never had their mask but an eye patch to cover her blind eye that they were born with, and because of that, it caused the people around her to be judged, mocked, and looked down upon.

Some of this madness was spread to their family but everyone's eyes were on and only on Nao.

Which was the absolute worst. But, they somehow managed to keep herself together- those were just complete strangers that didn't know a THING about them or her family, sure it hurt but those words meant practically nothing.

In school it was practically the same, whispers going around, laughter, mockery, same old same old. It was boring. And annoying.

But when someone with the name of Uso Akane (嘘 茜) came by,

" say... wanna become friends ? " he displayed a grin on his energetic face.

That smile.

That darn smile.

It made them sick.

Was it some joke? Some sick prank?

This entire time they've dealt with being alone but suddenly this guy shows up like nothing such a happy figure, does he really think she would fall for this?

" i don't think you're a bad person- " cut the crap, they aren't that stupid.

Everyone has talked about her.

Everyone thinks they're disgusting. A creepy little freak.

Why would anyone want to be friends with someone like that?

" everyone thinks and speaks on what they believe, but I believe you're actually kinda cool. This world judges people too much just for something simple as your eye. " he said, moving his hands in various ways to express more.

...

" you don't deserve that treatment, not one bit of it. "

" so, i'll ask again... " then, he stuck out his hand.

" can we be friends ? "

...

Why did he seem so desperate for a 'yes'?

That's what ticked Nao off the most.

They didn't know anymore if it was all a joke, a prank, or... nothing.

But... it could be...

" ...... fine. "

They wish she said 'no'.

They wanted to slap, hit, punch herself but. They chose this path.

She was just sick of being alone.

That friendship was all a lie yet thet stayed in that spot for so long.

His name is clearly a clue but NOPE. Apparently not.

Nao slid down to the ground, hugging their knees as they couldn't do anything but sit there as they overheard the familiar and other voices inside the classroom.

Go on and on and on and on about their disgusting, annoying, worthless, inhumane presence. A waste a space.

The complete usual for her, really.

It was gonna happen anyway.

And every single person was going to get a piece of their mind.

....... *click*

A year later, everything was back to normal.

Sort of.

Now, their hair is cut short.

Still the same old whispering and talking and mocking but it was less this time around.

Probably because of an 'incidence' that happened just a year back.

No idea what I'm talking about well-

Uso got outed.

By the half-sighted child herself.

Basically, Nao had hid as well as they could and with a tape recorder she bought, recorded every single time they were talked behind her back.

Ended up getting a recording of Uso hitting them across her face and that moment made everything so much better for them once everything came out.

She had kept it all inside.

So many emotions locked in.

They didn't even tell her parents, as too not worry the two more. They... had their own things to deal with after all.

Nao thought it was weird that not a single person found out but, maybe their fake little persona works in ways that even she doesn't know.

A happy, cheerful, just as energetic kid, as every other child.

But she hated it.

Their parents too.

It wasn't them but a mere, hollow, fake as plastic doll.

That no one but their parents truly loved.

Well, at least their dad did.

Nao never once wanted to act like that thing around their dad.

Her parents ended up divorcing, now it's just them and dad.

It was upsetting, but things like this happen- it's life.

Arguments are a part of that life too.

But doing to either of them would make them hate herself more.

But aside from all the baggage, this time around, they've been a bit more confident about herself, like, they simply don't care anymore.

She took off their eye patch ever since school ended, ever since she got up on that stage and gave it their all to the graduating students of their student- that was something for everyone to remember, especially by all the clapping and loud cheering by some people that made an impact on their school life it- it was something.

Those people will certainly never be forgotten, those two students and their teacher.

Nao didn't know whether to call them friends or simply acquaintances but they did mean a lot anyway.

Asahi Sakura had been there from the start- practically glued onto them, while it was annoying, she was genuine the entire time, even though she had to lie between her teeth with the others.

" gosh you're SO COOL!!! " she would squeal in utter amazement.

Then there was Hajimi Matsuno, the one who was the first to find out about what Nao was doing and how they really were.

" you're... something, all right... " he muttered as a nervous, breathless chuckle came out.

Their teacher, Osuka Akane, a kind-hearted women who treated Nao like any other person- with her warm smile and words.

" i may not know what you feel like, but you have every right to feel this anger inside. " she spoke softly, grasping the now broken racket from their hands.

It was the best Nao ever felt in their life, and it was even better to see and hear their dad to be so proud and happier himself.

So things were going well, even better as Nao didn't give a care in the world and acted more cheerful and upbeat- no longer faking it.

And soon, they both would be moving across the country- somewhere where they could move on and live a good future, with new people in their lives- make friends maybe even meet old ones

And certainly, Nao made those few friends.

...And a crush too. But I bet you know that bit already.