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voxisdaddy · 6 months ago

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Collection of Pleasure

Hazbin Hotel NSFW Headcanons…

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

C/TW: 18+, NSFW, MDNI, reader written as fem, cussing, various kinks, collection of a few subs x dom!reader, mainly the ladies are domming/topping lol, not proofread, some are bad im sorry, carmilla has two though bc its carmilla

In which in at least one NSFW headcanon for each character...

My personal NSFW headcanon for several Hazbin Hotel characters. This includes some of the main cast, the Vee’s, the angels, and some of the other characters ♥︎

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Alastor likes being the predator chasing his prey during his rut...

Sex with Alastor is pretty rare, happens occasionally but usually it's for special occasions like an anniversary. His ruts however? His favourite thing to do (aside from you) is have you run around the forest in his room while he hunts for you in his demon form. He can very easily catch you but he likes to let it play out before he pounces on you for like, two weeks. Goodluck lol

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer is an insatiable beast...

When he started crying and was quivering so bad one night, you thought that enough was enough and climbed off of him only for his hips to desperately follow you, thrusting into nothing. Despite his tears from the overstimulation you've given him for several rounds by then, he looked at you with teary eyes and begged you to not stop. A safe word was set in place because of that, so you made sure when to stop when he genuinely wanted you to stop. But despite how teary eyed he gets or how much he begs, he never uses it.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox likes to watch himself...

"Oh you mean like in front of a mirror?" NO. Well yes but actually he loves getting it on with you in his office because all his monitors will showcase how well you're either riding his dick or fucking his ass with a strap. A few monitors will display his weeping face though thanks to you. He thinks it's humiliating and will try and change them to literally anything else but he can't exactly focus on anything when he's so lost in pleasure. So his weeping face and him getting railed it is. It's like he's your own porn star. This porn star whimpers "mommy" too so have fun with that.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino is capable of getting fucked dumb...

I know it might be hard to believe with him, but it is possible and it's why he's so obsessed with you. He's very experienced in sex, obviously; doming, subbing, top, bottom, doesn't matter. It's all good. The way you can somehow fuck him so good and bring him to so much overstimulation that all he can do babble incoherently? Mans is down bad for you and grows more romantically attached to you than he thinks. Often times the night after a particularly passionate and heated session, he heads to the studio with a slight limp in his step. The first time people saw him limping like that paired with his surprisingly decent mood that day, they knew; oh you're fucking good.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette is a pillow princess...

I 100% see her as a dom, and she very well can dom, but she's selfish and wants all the pleasure with minimal work. With the way she acted, especially when it comes to teasing you, it really through you in a loop when you got to bed that evening. Okay so you're topping-no big deal. The real surprise was when you found out she didn't wanna do anything to help you get off. Oh well. Sitting on her face and using a vibrator against her clit is motivational enough for her to pleasure you too.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Charlie has a little bit of an exhibitionist kink...

a little bit. Kind of? Okay but you know the large window in her room we see her by in episode 1? Has rode your strap and/or fucked you with a strap right in front of that baby. Granted it's pretty high so not like anyone can easily look in anyways but it's still just not private enough that it does something to her. If she's ever potentially really ticked off sometimes she'll eat pussy aggressively while you're pressed, bare tits and all, against the glass.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vaggie likes titi's...

Whether your big breasted or sporting itty bitties, her hands immediately go to fondle them during heated make out sessions. She's kinda shy in the bedroom so don't take her boldness to grope your chest as her being dominant-she just can't help herself from groping you. Sometimes after sex she'll kiss your chest. Depending on where she kisses and if she'd biting or not, it may lead to another round.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Cherri Bomb is the only person who can rival Lucifer over…

Eating pussy. Whether your sitting on her face or her head is buried between your plush thighs, my girl loves to eat. And she eats like her life depends on it. Even when you think she may need a breather and try to move she’s very quick in pulling you back and keeps you there firmly, often smirking when you’re overstimulated and squirming.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Rosie loves thighs...

Call her old fashioned (cuz she is) but seeing your exposed thighs just does something to her. I mean how scandalous! She spends a majority of her time in Cannibal Town which is trapped in the 1910's. Everyone is dressed in only the most stylish and modest clothing from that time period. So if you ever come strutting about, publicly or privately, in a little something that exposes more of your figure and especially your thighs, expect to have dozens of hickeys decorating your inner thighs by the next day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Carmilla always says she has no favourite sex position but she does...

it's 69. She prefers to be at bottom since it makes it easier for her to finger you while simultaneously assaulting your clit with her tongue. And of course while you're down there she likes to keep you trapped with her thighs. Because i mean look at them thighs!!! MMHHMMM!!! I see her leaning more towards dom so like, if you're able to focus on eating her out without getting distracted as little as possible then she'll reward you good.

I have two for Carmilla that I desperately want to share so here's my second one; she loves having you keep her strap warm while she does paperwork. Just you sittin pretty on her big plastic dick, occasionally gripping your thigh when you squirm too much. Will play with your clit if you're being needy-try not to squirm too much though or else you ain't getting anything once she'd done her work for the day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam secretly cherishes your more intimate sex...

As much as a dick (master) this guy is, he definitely has his vulnerable side. During some make up sex after an argument and temporary separation that could have very easily lead to your guys break up, he found himself unusually emotional as he was balls deep in ya. He didn't cry, as if he'd allow himself to do that especially at a time like sex, but he felt it. The pull at his heart strings, the relief that washed over him that you two were still together, the way your lips uttered his name like a prayer., It was a surprise to him and one he'll never forget.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lute cums surprisingly fast via fingering...

You found this out when opting to use your fingers to do the job over the dildo, strap, and vibrator. She already knew she came fast via fingering but didn't want anyone to know that-she came almost embarrassingly fast and it sometimes felt like it wouldn't stop. This hit her ego a little bit considering that she's stubborn as all hell but she could barely defend herself when she kept cumming around your fingers. Safe to say you had quite a lot to lap up that night.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Emily gets wet easily...

is it really that surprising? You found this out when you were kissing at her neck and reached down to her uplifted dress and felt that slick wet feeling between her legs. She was very flustered and even more when you teased her for getting this wet over a few neck kisses-there was only one hickey (so far).

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Saint Peter has a thing for light bondage...

Nothing hard obviously but his wrists being bound together or to the bed via rope or handcuffs gets him going. It puts him in a position where he's completely at your mercy. Blindfolding him is on the table as well-his other senses are heightened as fuck making him react more enthusiastically to your touches and whispers. Even though he's into it it's also a double edges sword cuz this guy needs to touch you and not even being allowed to look at you either has him whining.

This has been in my drafts for weeks lol some of these aren't to my personal standards but I was really running out ideas that were both fitting to the character and weren't too basic/a repeat of another's. I didn't wanna exclude some people from my original roster so I toughed it out lol

sometimes my posts get shadowbanned for literally no reason and at random so it would mean the world if you reblogged this thank you <3 no pressure tho!

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago

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The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Three

MV, CL, CS, LH, LN, PG x fem!reader Warnings: primal play, smut, oral, cumplay, mxm, foursomes WC: 3.1k

F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four

You asked, I answered - love Ollie xxx

Gentle waves lapped against the yacht as it was moored in the bay of the private island Max had hired for the week. Your morning had been spent enjoying the ocean spray and the sun with Max navigating the pristine waters of the Mediterranean before you had convinced him to leave the captain's chair and join you on the top deck.

It was lucky there was nothing around for miles or the boat might have run aground when he saw you were sunbathing nude because he didn’t make it back to the steering wheel for quite some time.

“I have a surprise,” Max said as he helped you step off the boat and onto the pier that led to the waterfront villa.

Your already bright smile grew as a quad bike came down the beach and you grew impatient as Max failed to explain anything further. “Well, don’t leave me hanging,” you urged him. “What’s the surprise?”

“You’ll find out,” he teased before grabbing your hips and lifting you onto the back of the quad driven by one of the staff that maintained the villa. “Everything you need is in the backpack.”

He tipped your head back and crushed his lips to yours, nipping your bottom one as he pulled away smirking. “I’ll see you soon.”

You would have opened the backpack to try and figure out what was happening but the ATV revved and your hands were preoccupied with grabbing the handles as you were sequestered away. The ride was nowhere near as smooth as the yacht had been on the sea and you bounced around as the man Max had entrusted your safety to left the beach and drove inland, deep into the forest you had yet to explore.

“Nous voilà. Bonne chance,” he said as he stopped in a clearing with a small lake. Your French may have been limited but even you knew ‘goodluck’ when you heard it and you frowned as you hopped out of the offroad vehicle, grabbing the backpack before he left again.

“What the hell, Max,” you muttered as you were left alone and the sound of the bike was replaced with birdsong.

There were staff all over the island, topping up supplies in the villa and maintaining the land, but they were very adept at keeping to the shadows to give you the privacy that was expected with your stay. You only hoped they were somewhere nearby as you took a seat at the edge of the water and opened the backpack to see an envelope with your name on it.

We know how much you love the chase and you know we love the competition, so while you and Max were off island we snuck on. For each hour you escape us, another joins the hunt. Goodluck, Charles, Lewis, Carlos, Checo, Lando, Fernando, Pierre & George.

Your heart jumped at the thrill they offered and you opened the bag open further to see some warm clothes to go over the swimsuit you still wore along with shoes, food and water, as well as a map and compass. You unfolded the map first and saw there were places marked that offered more supplies before checking your watch. It was a little after noon and with sunset tending to be just before 9pm you could see yourself enjoying the night with all of them, if you could evade them for nine hours.

It didn’t escape your notice that the names were in the same order of the driver standings and you knew it wasn’t going to be an easy task hiding from them on the island. It wasn’t that large but the forest offered the best chance with its cover so you pulled on the clothes and packed the bag up again before setting off into the bush, keeping your heading north with the compass.

The first hour passed quickly with you looking over your shoulder every ten seconds but the second hour grew a little tiresome as the initial burst of adrenaline retreated and the solitude of the dense trees left you going stir crazy.

By late afternoon you knew Max, Charles, Lewis and Carlos were definitely about with Checo likely already having joined them too. It was Carlos’ laugh that alerted you to their proximity and you daren’t breathe as you dropped to the ground and rolled under a thicket of bush. Your ears pounded as your heart rate spiked and blood pumped furiously around your body. Excitement of the chase warred with the need to get caught and it took all your self control to keep still as they passed your hidden position.

“Sucks to be you, mate,” Carlos teased, “you’ll be fighting your own brother for her next season.”

The thought of sharing the Leclerc brothers stoked the fire igniting in your body and your thighs pressed together tightly.

“Do you see any Alfa Romeo drivers here?” Charles shot back.

“He makes a very good point,” Max said with a laugh. “But if you were champion you wouldn’t have to fight anyone.”

“Yeah,” Charles scoffed and you could picture him shaking his head.

“It’s not impossible to do, fucking difficult, don’t get me wrong, but not impossible,” Lewis noted as their voices faded off with the snaps of sticks under their boots.

The last thing you heard was Checo suggesting splitting into smaller groups to cover more area and the others agreeing, you didn’t hear who teamed up with who.

Another two hours had passed by the time you reached the northern beach of the island, long shadows chasing the retreating tide as the temperature started dropping. It was quite the relief to find that a glamping tent had been set up and inside was a warm meal as well as more clothing and there was even a solar shower after all the walking you had done. There was no way you were going to pass up the chance to have a hot shower and quickly stripped off your clothes before stepping under the refreshing water.

If you weren’t so tired from the unexpected exercise the afternoon brought you might have questioned how the meal was hot or why the tent wasn’t on the map.

“Well, well, look who wandered in,” Pierre chuckled as he stepped into the tent with a towel hung low on his hips, George at his side with wet hair and a grin on his lips. “This is a surprise.”

You froze as you realised this wasn’t a supply tent for you but where the guys were waiting for their time to join the hunt. “Fuck,” you cursed and stepped out from under the spray of water to grab a towel.

“No need to cover up, love,” George tutted as crossed the distance in two long strides and blocked the shelf full of them. “I quite like you as you are.”

You looked at his watch and bit your lip at the heat of his stare. “You’re not playing yet.”

His thumb caught a drop of water clinging to your bottom lip and your nipples peaked as the air cooled around you. “I never play when it comes to you.”

Pierre watched with an amused look as he sat back on the bed that had been made with the same neatness as the beds in the villa. “It’s kind of a shame you’re here really, I was looking forward to hunting you down.”

Your chest rose and fell with quick breaths as you enjoyed the same thought. “You could let me go, there’s still five minutes.”

His head tilted as he pondered the decision but your attention was torn when George’s knuckles traced your jawline before trailing down your neck and over your collarbone, a soft sigh parting your lips at the touch.

“Tempting,” George muttered, “but we can hardly let you walk out of here when you look at us like that.”

A shiver rolled down your spine as your tired muscles were refreshed with an injection of adrenaline and a smile played at your lips. Unable to help yourself, you grabbed George’s hips and rose on your tiptoes to brush your lips across his cheek. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

Your fingers curled into his towel and pulled it from his hips as you ran out of the tent, Pierre’s deep laugh promising retribution as it followed you out. “Four minutes, chérie!”

Your feet were flying as you sprinted off the beach and back into the treeline knowing Pierre would be hot on your heels the moment the hour clicked over. You checked your watch to see how much time was left and cursed as you remembered taking it off to shower.

You didn’t have a single clue what direction you were heading, all you wore was George’s towel and the low sun barely saturated the canopy of leaves overhead. Realistically, you weren’t sure you could outrun the guys for another hour to get your share of them all but you kept trying.

Your lungs burned and your bare feet hurt but you kept your head down and kept moving before bursting through the tree line into a clearing, crashing into the back of someone. You both fell to the ground with a surprised shout and he managed to wrap his arms around you before the impact came but the towel managed to come free. Rolling on top of him, you straddled his waist and pinned his shoulders down.

“Got you.”

Charles' stunned expression only lasted a second before he grinned. “The hunter becomes the hunted.”

“Where are your clothes?” Max asked as he picked up the towel and you saw Carlos in the clearing too, the trio making up one of the teams they split into.

You dragged your eyes up the length of his body and licked your lips. “Why, want me to cover up?”

“No fucking way, hermosa,” Carlos replied quickly as he took the towel from Max and balled it up before throwing it back into the bush. “This is perfect.”

“You look cold,” Charles commented as he pushed himself up on his elbows to flick his tongue over your nipples and a needy whine poured from you. “I think between the three of us we can warm you up.”

Your mind went blank at the promise of being between them and your hips rocked over his in search of friction. “Please…”

Carlos was already shucking his jacket and ripping his belt out of the loops with a sharp snap so he could kick off his jeans while Max was content to lean against a tree, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Your head fell back with a cry when Charles bit the swell of your breast and your knees tightened around him in response to the bolt of lightning you felt in your core. “Fuck, I missed those sounds,” he groaned as he pulled away before tugging you up his body and positioning your cunt over his lips. “Not as much as I missed how you taste.”

The heat of his breath blowing across your core was nothing compared to his tongue as he tasted you for the first time in weeks and your jaw fell slack with a moan.

“That’s it, baby, open wide,” Carlos praised, his fist pumping slowly up and down his cock as stepped closer.

There was something wild and freeing with being lost in the middle of a remote island, the scents of the earth and natural light colliding with the dominant energy rolling off the men. And knowing there were even more of them out there searching for you made you feral with need.

Your lips sealed around Carlos and your nails dug into his ass as you pulled him closer, burying him down your throat until you gagged. His hand found its way to the back of your head and he held you there as your eyes watered and you almost had to tap out.

“Dios mío,” he moaned as he watched you gasp for air before taking him once again, tears staining your cheeks.

Your legs began to tremble around Charles and he moaned as your arousal ran down his chin. The tension that had been building all day finally peaked and stars danced around your vision as Charles’ tongue and Carlos’ cock found the perfect rhythm.

Carlos grinned as your eyelashes fanned across your cheeks, droplets glistening along them while your throat tightened around him. “That’s a good girl,” he praised and wrapped his large hand around your throat to feel your struggles with his size.

Your orgasm shattered every inch of you and your cries were smothered as Carlos’ hand tightened, his hips thrusting forward as he joined you. His taste filled your mouth and you hummed as it ran down your chin before you climbed back down Charles' body and saw the mess on his face.

“Open your mouth, Charles,” Max said with a smirk as he pushed off the tree and knelt beside him. Charles obeyed in an instant but Max wasn’t satisfied as he caught his chin and opened his mouth wider. “Go on, baby, he’s dying for a taste too.”

You leaned forward and parted your lips, letting the thick stream of cum flow into Charles’ mouth before he pulled you down and shared the taste on your tongue with a deep groan.

“How was your warm up?” Max asked as he lifted you off Charles. Your feet touched the ground and though they were a little weak from the orgasm they seemed stable enough.

“Warm up?”

Max checked his phone and chuckled before he slapped your ass. “Run, rabbit, run.”

Carlos’ laugh echoed Max’s from where he was pulling his boxers back up his thick thighs. “Here come the wolves.”

Two British accents caught your attention from somewhere in the trees and everyone turned to the sound but while they were distracted you bolted in the opposite direction, your legs bumbling like a newborn fawn. You barely made it fifty yards before a pair of strong arms caught you and you let out a surprised scream as the ground disappeared from under your feet.

Your already smarting ass took a fresh smack from Lewis’ large hand and you moaned as the heat spread across your skin. Peering up from where you had been tossed over his shoulder, you smiled as Lando caught up with his own lopsided grin.

“Hey gorgeous,” he greeted before Lewis turned around to say something to him but Lando was a little distracted. “Oh, hello gorgeous.”

His lips felt refreshingly cool against the handprints burning backside and you fell limp against Lewis’ back with a sigh at how good it felt. The upside down world starting to spin when Lewis held your legs apart so Lando could fuck you with his fingers and you quickly got lightheaded from it all.

“Tu vas bien?”

You worked hard to push yourself up to see Pierre had found you with his trademark smirk painted on his face and you gave him the thumbs up as your lips parted with another breathless moan. “Just exploring the island.”

“So I see,” he chuckled as he circled around you. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads,” Lewis called before Pierre tossed a coin in the air and slapped it down on his hand, Lewis’ deep laugh vibrating through you at the result. For a second you were almost airborne before he caught you and lowered your feet back to the ground to see the damp mark on his shirt. His smile was one of pure indulgence as he held your eyes and lifted the material to his lips and tasted you with a hum of satisfaction. “On your knees, babygirl.”

Your fingers worked his belt open and pulled his cargo pants down as you sank to your knees, your hand wrapping around his thick cock before you wet your lips. A pair of hands gripped your hips and you moaned around your mouthful as Lando pulled you back to meet his thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, gorgeous,” Lando groaned happily.

Needing to breathe, you pulled back with a gasp and peeked over your shoulder to see Pierre pressed against Lando’s back and your core clenched as both of their eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

“Oh my fuck,” you moaned as a delightful shiver spread across your body and Pierre placed his hands over Lando’s, holding your hips too as he set the pace.

“You like that, babygirl?” Lewis asked with a knowing smile as he ran a thumb over your swollen lips. “You want to watch them too?”

You nodded eagerly and tongue lashed across the pad of his thumb before you sucked it into your mouth and his chest rose quickly with the deep breath he took. He pulled you away from Lando, the emptiness only lasting a moment as he spun you around to face them and stretched your cunt as he snapped his hips forward.

Your hands braced on Lando’s chest and he stole the startled cry by crushing his lips against yours. You broke away breathless and your head fell back to rest in the crook of Lewis’ neck.

“Open your eyes,” Pierre ordered and they snapped open at the command to meet his over Lando’s shoulder.

Your eyes trailed down Lando’s body to where Pierre was stroking his hard length smoothly thanks to your arousal slick on his palms. You could hardly breathe as Lewis matched their pace, his tattooed hand reaching around you to find your clit.

“Uh-uh, eyes, chérie.”

Heat spread up your spine and tremors followed as the pleasure built to breaking point. It was the deep moan that Lando made as he came that tipped you over the edge and your fingers gathered the cum that warmed your skin so you could taste him too.

“Oh, babygirl,” Lewis moaned in your ear before spanking his palm across your ass. “You’re so tight, I can’t even, ugh,” his words were lost to his bliss as he rolled his hips slowly, milking every last drop that had begun to leak down your thighs.

“Putain,” Pierre swore as saw the delicious mess that had been made and slammed his dick into Lando one last time before spilling his own.

For a moment the clearing was silent except for the heavy breathing from all the exertion but then a slow clap started and Max, Charles and Carlos stepped out from the trees.

“Please don’t make me run again,” you panted from where you were sitting on Lewis’ lap, a sheen of sweat coating your skin. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“You’re welcome,” Lewis chuckled low in your ear.

“Luckily, the villa is just through those trees,” Max said as he pointed behind you and sure enough there were lights when you looked properly. “You, my little rabbit, have earned a bit of recovery time. After all, we have all night.”

Click here for part four.

Tagging: @slytherheign @alwaysclassyeagle @godess-of-mist @leahstf @mydutchproblem

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lisharchivez · 7 months ago

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Hi! its me Fay

Personal archive for Chats or post replies or dialogue responses from our beloved Zayne/Li shen / Rei / Lee Seoeon from love and deep Space

and occasionally from Others as well

Its hard to keep on track since i do all these by myself

Feel free to help me out! I would be grateful!

guide

❄️Zayne ⭐Xavier 🐦‍⬛Sylus 🐚Rafayel

same cube coded ones are part of same occasions.

Archived chats so far

Zayne

🐦‍⬛ Countdown reminder

🐦‍⬛ special reminders

🐦‍⬛Extreme Sports[GLINT PHOTOBOOTH]

🐦‍⬛Just a little Joke 2.0

🐦‍⬛Electronic pet

🐦‍⬛Accordion

🐦‍⬛ reunion night

🐦‍⬛chibi filters

🐦‍⬛ depart for vacation

🐦‍⬛"injured"

🐦‍⬛Forest Maze

⭐Rabbit lantern

⭐chocolate cookies

🐦‍⬛crow talk

🐦‍⬛Forest adventure

🐦‍⬛find the kitty ⭐nostalgic snacks 💞56

Emoji edition

Snowman laying down shaking head "NO" caption pt 1 pt 2

not listening

time for meds

Tea

....

Archived posts so far

Moments -

❄️the snow stopped

❄️Traffic jam

❄️Dusk or Dawn

❄️Cat's blessing

❄️Rabbit escaped

❄️it's fun and easy (first plushie)

❄️let's go home (3 plushie)

❄️angry mc obtained (No plushie)

❄️goodluck (1st SSR meow badge)

❄️has anyone seen my socks

❄️haggle through Language barrier

❄️Queueing [aff 62]

❄️Trial and error

❄️Diseased Mind

❄️Drink Plenty of water

❄️Stroll on the road

❄️surprise

❄️someone said we were only taking picture-

❄️Earbuds are broken[snapshot same pose]

❄️Reminders

❄️Philosophers[snapshot specific duo pose]

❄️I'm now accustomed to [snapshot follow up]

❄️Squirrel brought a friend[related to feed the squirrel chat]

❄️Power suddenly went out

❄️Medium rare

❄️Three notification for light meal

❄️Captchas aren't scientific

1️⃣Jenna,Tara,Greyson,Thomas pt1 pt2

❄️between the results of medical exam and theoretical exam-

🟪 🐦‍⬛tweak smile

🟪❄️learned a lot of weird trivia

🟪⭐the book from beginner to expert

🟪🐚time to graduate

🐦‍⬛just woke up

🐦‍⬛ sunset

🐦‍⬛ Ammo Box Grill

🐦‍⬛ Not a Tiger[aff 23]

❄️ Fun thing [aff 77]

🐦‍⬛Goblet [aff 31]

❄️ paper penguin [aff 58]

⭐holding hands can shock U

🐦‍⬛Auction[aff 27]

🐦‍⬛mechanical crow likes shiny things

❄️waiting at the concert

🐦‍⬛ MC's birthday - Sylus

🐦‍⬛ heatwave

❄️Mild myopia

🐦‍⬛lil S pet store

🐦‍⬛most fun part of kitty card

🐦‍⬛Crows aren't actually black

❄️ blankets power

❄️100% sugar latte to go

❄️ recent chat fills up Doctor patient joke collection

❄️Refrigerator turned into display case for magnet

🐦‍⬛who said people have to smile

❄️crab roe soup dumpling

❄️special gift 💞41

EVENT edition -

[ Twinkle.Co HeartworkRoutine]

Ready to row [Event chat]

After you get your first plushie at soul catcher [post]

🟠After you finish chapter 2 [posts]

After the rain

Parterre day trip[Rafayel]

Great for a relaxing run[Xavier]

Partner Go Go

Adventure Above Clouds

Moonlit Orchid Day

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luxthestrange · 2 years ago

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TWST Incorrect quotes#421 PE

In NRC-PE period

Ambrose: Alright so given Vargas is taking a necessary day off along with some of the faculty...who im not surprised haven't had time to have family time, I'll be taking care of PE for abit

Ambrose: So we're just gonna go on a 15-minute run, nothing crazy

Trey: Okaaay?...

Idia: T-then what?

Ambrose:...Um, I guess we can play a game or something? Like, capture the Flag...Kickball

Leona*Snickers and crosses his arms*WEEEAK!

Vil*Rolls eyes at him and ignores him as he sticks his tongue at self*Shut up

Mal: Okay sir what do we do after that?

Ambrose*Blinks and raises a brow hand on his hips*I dont know, STRETCH or something...*feels like he doesn't want to know...but has to ask*What do you all usually do?

3rd Years*All stay quiet and look at each other*"A moment of silence...for those pansies with You being in charge of PE"

-Somewhere in a forest-

3rd Years Rsa are waking up and taking off their blindfolds

Student1:AAAH!Where ARE we!, Are we even ON campus?

Student 2:OH HELL NO-I AM TOO PRETTY FOR THIS SHIT!

Yuu voice cuts thru the walkie-talkies they put on their pockets

Yuu: That's what I thought your BITCHASS would say

Student1:Is this a radio?*Takes out the device from their pocket*

Yuu: WOOOOW you are sooo perceptive~You have one thing to do for PE, Make it back to campus before lunchtime...and MAYBE I'll allow you to eat

Student3:YOU DROVE US HERE!?

Yuu: That sounds like a 'You' problem, Im sure one of you can fly or some shit FIGURE IT OUT-Oh also you're in a LIVE minefield-hehehe~Goodluck!~

Student 2:WHAT THE FUCK!?*Threw the walkie in a direction...activating a bomb*

Rsa Students: AAAAH!?!

-In RSA-

Yuu*Sitting in a comfy chair with Grim napping on their lap watching the RSA students panic thru the cameras, drinking and eating calmly*This non-alcoholic wine from briar valley is FUCKIN' fabulous~

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my3rzs · 2 years ago

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could i have a xavier thorpe request with an established relationship and the reader gets injured by the hyde or during the fight with crackstone? Thank you im just a sucker for angst.

KEEP YOU SAFE | x.t x fem!reader

summary: after getting a fight with xavier, you get injured

notice: she/her pronouns, swearing, reader gets hurt, overprotective xavier? bianca and xavier were never together, bianca is not a bully in here (i think thats all)

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

a/n: i spent maybe 5 mins brainstorming abt the summary :’), but reblogs would help and im literally too embarrassed to read this so i could proofread it but enjoy lol, but check the hashtag #xavizgirl so you can see all my works there ahaha

you and xavier had a fight last week and you haven’t talked to him ever since because he was jealous of a guy he saw you walking to class with,

though it was really stupid, you have to admit you did miss him a lot, you missed his stupid face, how he peppered you with kisses, how he handed you paintings of yourself or one of your favorite things you told him about, cuddling with him almost every night, you just miss him in general.

“hey, do you wanna hang out today? maybe go shopping?” bianca asks

you were too busy staring at a picture with xavier and you in it,

“huh?” you asked cluelessly as you heard muffled noises from her mouth

“let me guess, xavier? you’ve been ranting about the fight between you two for about a week, ya know?” the siren stated

“he’s just so stupid, he didn’t even let me finish what i was trying to say after he pulled me off the fucking guy!” you explained

“well, maybe you should just try confronting the boy. who knows you two just need to talk?” she answers

“well maybe i could do that, but what am i gonna say to him? it’s gonna be so awkward” you whined

“just explain how you’ve been feeling about the fight, how you barely know the guy, and stuff, but it has to be sincere and it has to come from your heart” she advised

“i’ll try my best, thank you bianca, i really owe you for this one okay?” you gave her a smile

“goodluck, y/n!” she gave you a thumbs up

you pulled out your phone go text xavier,,

y/n: hey can we talk?

xay: uh sure? why?

y/n: can we plz just talk

xay: ok, when and where

y/n: like rn, and maybe our spot in the woods

xay: ok be there rn

you hearted his message and put your cellphone into your pocket, you were walking in the forest so that you could meed up with xavier and make things right until a large, hairy, grey, big eyes, bloodshot monster stumbled you over, it looked like a beast or some sort of creature. it trapped you and before you knew it, it’s claw’s scratched your skin through your clothes twice and you were a literal bleeding mess. you tried to run as fast as you could and tried to grab your phone so that you could call an ambulance or xavier but realized you have dropped it while running, and that was all you remembered.

xavier was still waiting for you and he was starting to get impatient and think he was getting pranked, he has texted you nonstop and sent you calls but it kept going to voicemail, eventually.. he gave up and tried to go back to nevemore but he saw your unconscious body and you were bleeding.

“y/n? what the fuck!” he screamed as he saw you

“everything’s gonna be fine, everything’s gonna be fine” he said running to your body panicking and immediately called the ambulance

once they have arrived they took you into the truck, while xavier was so awfully worried and kept blaming himself while pacing, bianca and ajax walked up to him and asked what happened,

“it’s y/n.. she got fucking attacked!” the artist cursed

“hey, it’s gonna be alright, okay? the nurses and doctors are gonna make sure she’s gonna make it” ajax calms him down

“and besides, we can also visit her. dont worry, we’re all here for you xavier” the siren added

it has been 3 weeks and you still haven’t woken up, xavier was so stressed, his lips are so dry, he looked like he hasn’t eaten in about a week, and he has very dark eye bags, it was the weekend and he decided to go visit you.

he opened the door and saw that you still haven’t woken up, he sighed and put one of his letters on the table.

“i miss you” he muttered while grabbing your cold hands

“it’s all my fault” the blonde boy sighs

you opened your eyes slowly and saw him tearing up a bit, “xavi..?” you say

“y/n! you’re awake!” he looked up and saw that you were awake so he quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve.

“were you crying, xavi?” you asked and tried to sit up and but felt a pain in your stomach and hissed in pain,,

“fuck!” you cried

“hey, hey, hey, the doctors say your stomach is still not okay, so they don’t recommend sitting for now, yeah? but they say it will heal a bit fast, so you’re gonna be okay, alright?” he dodged your question

“xavi.. you’re ignoring my question” you gave him a frown

“i’m not crying, silly. and even if i was it wouldn’t matter, we need to focus on you right now, bubs” he points to you

“and i kinda want to apologize, for you know.. being jealous and overprotective, i’m the reason you got here..” he says

“don’t blame yourself, i should’ve waited for the next day” you chucked reaching out for his hand

he held your hand and kissed your forehead, “i won’t let anything happen to you, i promise i’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” he assured

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i didnt know how to end this and got lazy ahahaha

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ethan-acfan · 2 months ago

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Thinking about desmond turning into a dragon (think night fury from httyd) and absolutely fucking with his ancestors

I already preach that if desmond survived, he would have electricity/lighting powers. Now take that and turn him into a silly dragon who hangs out in Malik's bureau, causing problems. Or discovering a Tempalr base and absolutely destroying it and accidentally causing rumors about the assassins to start up about how they have a mythical beast on their side. (Their not wrong but they don't need to know that)

Imagine Altair getting cornered in a fight and then turning to the guards with a huge grin before giving an ear piercing whistle, and within seconds, half of their ranks have been struck down with lightning and the other half it actively on fire. Altair disappears from the fight, and people start to speculate that he managed to befriend a god or become one himself. Desmond does not like this but is too proud of his skills to reveal himself. He does make sure to let Altair "slip" from his grasp as pay back.

With Ezio, he gets a reputation for having a huge beast following him everywhere. Anyone who knows Ezio knows that it's just Desmond wanting attention. Also, multiple borgia towers were "mysteriously struck by lightning" (ezio is glaring at desmond while he goes and puts the fires out). Leo also loves studying Desmond. Specifically, his wings and desmond is just happy to be getting treats and ear scratches.

Connor thinks that desmond is some guardian of the forest, although he does have a bad habit of "accidentally" setting haythem's cape on fire. The sailors think he brings Goodluck to the boat and all give him treats for keeping the place safe. He enjoys rolling around on the deck or flying above head up in the clouds and absolutely demolishing any ships who try to attack the Aquila. Connor enjoys having him around the homestead until he manages to get into the house and makes a mess with all the weapons.

#desmond being a little shit as a dragon #ofc he would get an insane reputation #simular to toothless #unholy union of death and lighting itself #but from an insiders perspective hes really is just a silly little dragon who enjoys shiny rocks #assassin's creed #desmond miles

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Tighnari | Ephialtes

ıllı Synopsis: Nightmares can impact a person’s state of mind. It often terrorize us even in the waking world. For the calm and collected Tighnari, how would he face the night terrors that displayed his greatest fears?

ıllı Genre: Reverse Comfort, Romance, Slight Angst

ıllı Notes: Gender Neutral Reader

ıllı Warning: Use of pet names

ıllı A/N: I’m sorry it took this long to finish and publish this one. Work had been hectic these days, and it was difficult to adjust to new places. Still, I’m glad I finally finished this! Oh, and goodluck to those who will be pulling for this patch!

Dreams are images and stories the mind creates when people sleep. They are manifestations of the unconscious desires, fears, and wishes for the present.

For the people of Sumeru, they prided themselves on the fact that they did not dream and treated it as a sign of maturity— leaving behind traces of their childish selves. However, that notion changed when the Dendro Archon was saved by the infamous Traveler from the clutches of the scheming Sages. The all-knowing leaders of the Akademiya were far too ambitious that they forgot the true meaning of wisdom. They were forced to vacate their positions and repent for their sins of locking up their god to act in her stead and abusing the Akasha System. With them gone, the young goddess decided to halt the operation of the Akasha to prevent similar incidents in the future and let the people of Sumeru seek true knowledge and wisdom by themselves.

Like a newly born fowl, the people of Sumeru had difficulty finding their footing at the loss of a convenient tool. It took time to adjust to the changes established in the nation. Students started to extensively utilize the library, gathering tons of books back to their tables to search for notable information for their theses. Merchants and buyers were no different, but fortunate as it is, public libraries were readily available for their perusal.

The Nation of Wisdom changed not only in its government and economy, but also with dreams. Their sleep was now accompanied by dreams. In the vivid world of their mind, they could envision ideas they could not in the waking world. Adults who found themselves exhausted at the end of the day found solace in their rest. However, not all dreams were rose-colored. Those who did not escape the clutches of nightmare were plunged into the darkness where they come face-to-face with their trepidation.

Forest Watcher Tighnari was one of its victims.

“Tighnari! Look out!” The fennec fox heard from behind. Before he could process what was happening, a hand shoved him to the ground followed by an agonizing scream. His eyes turned to the person who pushed him away and saw your electrified figure. The pain was evident in your eyes as you desperately tried to keep your consciousness up. However, your vision slowly darkened, and you lost feeling in your arms and legs.

“(Y/N)!” Tighnari called, catching your body in his arms. He could feel the electricity bite him, but he did not care. He shouted your name once more, but it fell on deaf ears. Patches of scorched skin littered your body, and his hands shook in fear. This scene was all too familiar.

‘T-This… Is this what happened back in Pardis Dhyai?’ He thought to himself. His dual-toned orbs quickly glanced around. Dead Fatui soldiers could be seen ahead, but the glass-stained dome of Pardis Dhyai and the Padisarahs around confirmed his assumption.

Tighnari bit his lips in dread and reached out to check for your pulse. It was weak. His heart constricted at the sight of your fallen body. Losing you was and would never be an option. Immediately, he took out his first aid kid and started working on your injuries. Weakly opening your eyes, you gently held his left cheek.

“I… I’m sorry, ‘Nari. I think… this is it for…me.” Tighnari lost it. He clutched your hand and assured you that he would treat you. That you two would be home in no time, safe and sound. A small smile made its way to your lips before your hold debilitated. He sought to save you, but it was too late.

‘No… No! No! Please no!’

The Forest Watcher woke up with a start, huffing out as he searched for your figure beside him. There you were, sleeping soundly as the night went on. He let out a shaky relieved sigh before settling back into bed and pulling you closer to his chest. His hands were clammy, but having you in his arms was enough to calm him down. Feeling the heat, you opened your eyes and noticed the uneasy look on your lover’s face.

“‘Nari…? Are you all right?” You rasped, holding his right cheek in worry. His ears twitched at your voice but opted to nuzzle in your warmth. He simply continued his ministrations. Unable to fully understand his actions, you let him be.

“I’m all right. Sleep some more, Little Lotus. I’ll always be here.” He muttered. Eventually, you drifted back to sleep with the help of the sound of steady heartbeat. Tighnari smiled and kissed the crown of your head.

You were here. Alive in his arms.

The following day, you were met with a finicky Tighnari who accompanied you on patrols and fussed over the smallest of injuries. It was unlike him to be overprotective, but it felt like a switch had been flipped for him to act as such. You did not know where it stemmed from, so you let the fennec fox worry but not without assuring him that your injuries were nothing to be upset with. Nonetheless, he still applied ointments to the scratches and light wounds on your arms and shin.

“Thanks, Love. It really doesn’t hurt, but let’s go home and help out Collei with her homework. I could tell you left her a challenging one.” You teased. He sighed and let a small smile paint his lips. Dragging him home, you swiftly called out to the young lady that you would help her out with the task Tighnari assigned for the day.

Days later, you met up with a junior from your Darshan who was curious about the Forest Ranger’s responsibilities. It seemed like she had been having difficulties deciding whether she should continue with her current course or shift to another. It had been a lengthy discussion, and at one point, she even considered joining the Adventurer’s Guild instead. You urged her to take a three-day immersion with the guild, rangers, and research facility of the other Darshan she had been contemplating shifting to.

Tighnari heard about it and was curious about what you would do if you were in her position. You pondered about it.

“If I’m in the Adventurer’s Guild, I’ll be able to meet new people along the way. I get to travel far and wide despite the dangerous missions I may receive. Not to mention, Cyno told me that they hold interesting events every now and then. If I recall correctly, he said that they’re holding the King of Invocation event this year. Isn’t that interesting? ‘Nari, do you— Why do you look like a constipated Kaveh?” You raised an eyebrow in concern. His ears were up, his tail was raised, his forehead was scrunched up, and the frown on his lips was like that of Kaveh’s whenever he was frustrated with Alhaitham.

“Being a Forest Ranger is better. I’m sure you’ve seen that. We get to interact with nature, help out people who traverse the forest, protect the fauna and flora of Sumeru, and even research interesting stuff from the desert.” He chided. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Uh-huh… Where is this coming from?”

“I’m not yet done. The Forest Rangers also get to eat fresh fruits and vegetables. That’s with the consideration of overconsumption in line too. Also, we—“ You figured he must have misunderstood your answer that you would shift to being an adventurer instead. Holding his hand, you asked him to sit down for a while.

“I’m not considering it, Love. Being a Forest Ranger with you here is a blessing for me. Why would I ask for more? So you don’t have to feel queasy about it.” You replied. Tighnari was silent for a moment before apologizing.

Shaking your head, you took out a scroll from your hand and laid it on his lap. It was a layout of the giant ruin guard in Mount Devantaka. Strangely enough, a cyan Aranara appeared before you and gladly assisted you around. You got to see the flourishing plants underground and even explore the insides of the magnificent structure residing in the mountain.

“I still can’t believe an Aranara appeared before you. When will it be my turn?” He pouted. You laughed and patted his head.

“Maybe next time, ‘Nari. Maybe.”

The following weeks had been uneventful for the both of you. Wake up, eat breakfast, shower, go on patrol, come home, cook, shower, and sleep again. This mundane cycle along with occasional visits from Cyno and Kaveh repeated itself like a Samsara. It soon changed when the scholars from the Akademiya nominated your lover as Amurta’s representative for the InterDarshan Competition.

Tighnari was reluctant to accept such proposition as he seemed to see no benefit from it aside from spending time with his friends, but you pointed out that it could serve as a catalyst to spread the word about the seminar on Sumeru’s fauna you two had cooked up days prior. You presumed that people might have already gotten bored of the usual talk on plants, so why not tackle the discourse on animals considering that there were quite a number of people interested in keeping pets around the city. They just lacked the information on how to properly take care of them.

“I guess you’re right. Well then, I’ll participate in the games, but I honestly don’t expect to win. Just spreading the word about our upcoming seminar is enough. Maybe you could invite Candace and Dehya to our talk too?” He urged. Your eyes lit up at the idea and immediately planned the date go personally travel to Aaru Village.

“Oh, I should bring some cookies for them! Dehya had been bugging me about it.” You grinned. Tighnari shook his head and kissed the crown of your head. You were too adorable for him.

“Sure, Little Lotus. Let’s go to sleep?” He asked. You nodded your head and pulled him to bed. He curled his tail around you and not even five minutes have passed, you were out like light. The warmth he exuded comforted you, a reminder that he would always be there. That he loved you to bits.

Tighnari’s eyes lingered a bit longer on your relaxed figure. His thoughts made him question what he did to be this lucky to have you as his partner. When he was still a student, entering into a relationship did not cross his mind. He was simply focused on the goal of graduating. His parents would ask him here and there, but it was extremely rare. Only when he spent time with you in your final year did he find love.

“You don’t know how grateful I am to have you, (Y/N). You make every day worth it.” He whispered, sleep finally creeping into his mind.

‘I can’t envision a world without you in it.’

Time ticked slowly that night. Seconds turned to minutes before they turned to hours. Tighnari had been in a relaxed state, unknowing of the night terror ready to visit him. His dream that night started off normal with you and him visiting Vimara Village to inspect a leyline problem around it. Nothing seemed to be wrong until you met up with Alhaitham in Port Ormos for a special package from the desert.

You appeared normal to him, holding the same soft smile he admired, but Alhaitham had a different look. He suspected something was wrong when the man clad in green dipped down and whispered in your ear. It was too quiet for him to pick up, but based on the reaction on your face, it was something serious. You nervously gazed at Tighnari’s dual-toned eyes, gulping down the nervousness and grabbing his hand to pull him to a secluded area.

“I… Tighnari, I— I’m sorry. I think we should break up.” You finally revealed. The Forest Watcher was stomped. He calmly demanded the reason for it.

“Care to tell me the reason, Little Lotus? Why are you suddenly pulling this stunt?” His voice lightly cracked at the end of it. Tears trailed down your cheeks.

“I just don’t see the future I wanted with you anymore. I’ve grown tired and—“

“And you think that future is now with Alhaitham? Is that what you mean to say, (Y/N)?” A dangerous glint in his eyes shone, and your voice hitched at the intense gaze. The words you wished to voice died in your lips, but courage allowed you to at least respond with a weak nod.

Tighnari was stunned. He did not expect to see the person he loved for nearly five years slowly drift away from his arms and move to a new person. He did not know where it went wrong. He did not recognize the signs. Heck, it felt like his reality was distorted by his fears.

“I’m sorry.”

“(Y/N), don’t—!” He reached out, only to wake up in the real world. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he breathed out heavily. His hair stuck to his forehead, so he pushed them back before glancing at you. His mind was still transfixed at the dream he witnessed, too surreal for his heart.

‘I… They’re not going to leave me, right? They promised me, and I vowed the same. But what if they were already suffocating without me knowing? What if—‘ His thoughts raged on for the night. Unconsciously, he kept a tight hold on your hand. Sleep evaded him, and even when he felt exhausted, he feared closing his eyes. He presumed that if he were to fall into a dream state again, he would truly lose you.

Soon, the sun came and met the horizon, lighting the room you two shared. A stray light hit your face, and you were forced to wake up. You thought Tighnari would still be asleep, but there he was, looking disheartened and worried. You groggily sat up and asked what was wrong. The fennec fox reluctantly looked at you before nuzzling his head to your neck.

“A nightmare. A very bad one.” He muttered. It was distressing to see him act like a hurt kit, so you gently combed through his hair and assured him that it was just a dream, a figment. He wanted to believe it, he really did, but somewhere deep in his heart, he had doubts.

“I’ll go get us some warm milk. Stay here for a moment, okay, Love?” You incited, but your lover remained firm with his grip, so, with no choice, you slowly dragged him with you to the kitchen. He littered feather kisses on your neck while his tail wrapped itself around your shin. It tickled you, causing bouts of chuckles to erupt from your lips. Tighnari smiled hearing your laughter. It was music to his ears.

After drinking the warm milk you prepared and eating a light breakfast, you two went out on patrol. There were a few rangers you had to send to the desert to help out with the Akademiya’s plan regarding the educational establishments to be placed in Aaru Village. They were there along with Kshahrewar graduates to help identify the best locations to build the school and library. After receiving the reports, you had to deliver them personally to Alhaitham (he was about to step down in two days, so everybody in position was doing the best they could to use his assistance).

The fennec fox felt conflicted. He remembered his dream again, but he could not let his irrationality get the best of him. The Acting Grand Sage was still his friend, and he knew that Alhaitham would never do such a thing. Reluctantly, he came along with you.

“I presume everything is going well in the desert? If that’s so, we should be able to start the construction soon. Have you and Tighnari contacted Kaveh about this?” The gray-head asked. You glanced back at Tighnari who seemed distracted.

“Tighnari? Is there something wrong?” You asked. As if pulled out of his stupor, the Forest Watcher stammered an answer and asked Alhaitham to repeat his question. Not minding, he asked if they contacted Kaveh to help with the construction.

“I sent him a mail two days ago. I’m still waiting for his response considering that he went to the desert a week before we could confirm the list of rangers we could dispatch to the desert. We’ll get back to you once we get his answer. Is there anything else we need to remember for this project?” He inquired. You watched the Forest Watcher’s behavior intently. He still seemed distracted and worried about something. It would not be good to have him like this, and if you were, to be honest, it felt like if you did not ask him what the problem was, he would drift away. Some place far from your grasp.

So, after your talk with Alhaitham, you pulled Tighnari back to Ghandarva Ville. And as if the gods were on your side, you spotted Collei and Amir not far from the hut. You asked them to take charge for a moment while you tended to your lover. They raised an eyebrow at your words, but you told them that the Forest Watcher had not been feeling well.

“Is Master all right, (Y/N)? He’s not… sick is he?” Collei asked. You smiled and patted her head.

“He’s not, but I think he’s mentally exhausted. I’ll leave the rest of the tasks to you two. If you need help, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll go. You hear me?” They nodded. With a nod, you returned to Tighnari who was in a daze again.

“Let’s go inside, ‘Nari. I’ll prepare the incense to help out with your anxiety. If… If you’re all right with it, please tell me what is troubling you.” You urged.

You had the Forest Watcher sit down and talk to you about his problems. He was hesitant, saying that it was stupid and ridiculous, but you assured him that you would listen to his concern no matter what.

“It’s… really just a stupid nightmare. It’s not even worth mentioning.” He replied.

“Love, you would not feel this distracted if it was just that. Plus, you know that I’m your partner. I share whatever burdens you have.” You retorted, placing your right hand on his cheek. He unconsciously held it closer to him before finally elaborating on the content of dreams. A small smile erupted from your face, happy that he was willing to open up.

As you listened intently to his dream, you could see just how insecure and fearful it made him. The thought of you leaving him like that perturbed him. So as gently as possible, you placed a soft kiss on his lips, cheeks, and forehead before nudging your nose into his.

“Thank you for telling me your fears, ‘Nari. I really appreciate the trust you have given me. It must have been scary, but know this, Love. There’s no way I’ll ever leave you. You’re stuck with me for eternity. Not like I’ll let you leave. Tighnari, you have my heart and being. I am all yours, and there is nobody in this world I would love except you. After all, whose sass did I love to bits? Whose smart and beauty did I revere? Nothing but yours. These dreams of yours? They could go to hell for all I care. I love you, Tighnari. Don’t ever forget that.” You voiced, adoration decorating your face. Tighnari almost teared up at your words. He could not believe that you were truly his as he was yours. Your kindness and patience knew no bounds, and he was grateful for it.

“Thank you, Little Lotus, for loving me and staying with me. I could not ask for anyone better than you. I love you too.” He muttered, embracing your figure against him. You smiled and kissed his nose once again.

“Next time, don’t hide things like this from me, all right? I’ll worry.” He smiled and nodded. He forgot that communication was the key to a healthy relationship. You were a great listener and would never think of even the smallest fear he had as stupid. He was right to love you with all of his being.

Please do not copy or repost my stories, but notes and reblogs are always appreciated!

#genshin impact #genshin #romance #genshin x reader #reverse comfort #tighnari x you #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n #slight angst

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dangthatscrayz · 8 months ago

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heyhey! im loving your slay the monster au so far, and i was wondering what the names for the monster would be in the chapter 3s? like what is the burned grey’s version of The Smitten called? same for all the other monster vessels

Tysm I love the support!

Like a sane person I’m up at almost 3 am typing this.

Also I’m probably going to add more chapters and endings for the other routes for funsies

But here’s the whole list of names and chapters just because

(Btw unless you kill the monster expect it to just slay itself like how in the actual game if you slay the princess yoru stuck in the voice until you do something and since all of them want to leave they just hit that slay button)

Chapter 1’s:

The hero (if you don’t bring the blade)

The captor (if you bring the blade)

The contrarian (step off the path)

Chapter 2’s:

Literally all the same as in the game minus ‘the voice of’ part

Chapter 3’s:

The Betrothed (I got plans for the smitten’s burned grey route it’s gonna be kinda crazy based on the name)((the voice of the damsel is just going to be hauling everything and since she’s controlling everything now, no sane decision will happen))

The Hunter (the hunted third chapter where if you die to his claws now the roles reversed from him being the scared animal to now being the one hunting the player)

The Empty ( if you kill the cold again or just go out and kill the cold after he asks to escape you come here similar to the spectre and wraith routes but less ghosting but still kind of not really tangible activity is happening)

The Bewildered (if for some reason you decide to hand the knife to the opportunist will stab you and like the witch did in the thorn chapter get so confused that he doesn’t even want to hurt you anymore he just doesn’t know why you did that or why he wants to hurt you anymore)

The Truth (basically the wild chapter)

The Rebuilt (the broken’s apotheosis, the voice of the tower is hyping up her new priest/pet/whatever he is to her)((do expect to be King Kong style yoinked by this kaiju and carried out this forest))

The Resistant (no matter how many holes you make in the stubborn body he somehow keeps getting up, he does not look very healthy after some point)((eye of the needle version of the stubborn btw))

The Savage (if you somehow screw up on the broken or stubborn chapters you end up here and like the fury in there game your options are ‘dying or dying’ goodluck, when the pristine cut comes out I’ll definitely update this)

The Cacophony (like in the moment of clarity for the paranoid all the voices are here.)

The Cheater (the cheated starts playing dirty therefore now a cheater idk what to say, it’s in the name)

Chapter 4’s:

The Winner (the cheated is the only one with a chapter 4 unless I add more later or the pristine cut comes out)

Also I wanted to add here that chapter 1 will always be grey (not the contrarian he doesn’t play by any rules anyways), every chapter 2 has added 1 color to the monster, chapter 3 has 2 colors in its monster, and every chapter 4 will add another color. I wanted to add some other elements of other monsters in it paralleling how in the og game the more voices you get each chapter. Like the betrothed will have some elements from the cold since that’s who you get if you kill the princess in the og game. Also some other additional stuff like extra eyes to look extra biblically accurate and because it’s hard to make a monster look more monster with each chapter so I’m doubling down on stuff like limbs and eyes so it looks kind of like there’s more than one in there

The voices for the third chapters like you saw with the witch in the current route the princess voices are also going to be swapped around to fit the personalities more.

#slay the princess #slay the princess au #slay the monster au #stp #stp voices

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fruitofthelaestrygonians · 26 days ago

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Decendants au, but its hook and morgie in there last few months at merlin Academy after dating for a couple of years taming about their feature, hook talks about how exited he is to sale the seas and get revenge on pan in never land and morgie talks about how exited he is to return to the forests in camelot and practice his ancient magic and the old ways. Only for them to pause and look at each other, they knew this was coming, what was to come of them? The love they shared caused such and ache in their heart in that moment that it was sickening, hook, his voice cracking barely above a whisper says that he'll miss morgie and that despite his excitement he'll miss him with such an intensity he may never rest, that he loves him and that after all villians arnt supposed to get a happy ending and morgie after a moment swallows and asks if that will really be it, if it has to be? Hook responds with how different their dreams are, how different they are really, How he wishes on the neverland stars that it wasn't the way it was but morgie pauses and asks why, why does it have to end, hooks confused and re instates the pirate vs sorcerer, sea vs land, ship vs cottage but morgie just looks at him and says, why can't they have both, morgie a cottage in camelot, james a ship, and every time his ship comes to land, with a bit of help from morgies magic,they come see one another, give hook a home to come back to, a darling one could say. Hook would look at morgie as if the stats had aligned, with hopeful shock and agrees, they talk about the letters they would write, how hook can have a boy back home essential, how they could have everything they wanted provided there safe, and with a few goodluck charms and protection spells from morgie hook would never have to die at sea, at the hands of his rival, how they could have there own secret happily ever after, even if there revenge plots fail and the wind in hooks sail grows still he'll allways have his sorcerer to come home to with a sweet kiss and a smile.

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goodluck--rp · 7 months ago

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Name: Lou Longhand Being: God (Lugh) Occupation: Owner and Proprietor of The Public House Traits: Foul-mouthed, Spoiling for a Fight, Charming

Headcanons:

Still has an Irish accent despite being in America for nearly three centuries

Has a hoard of gold and treasure that he's spent centuries collecting in hopes that he might one day present it to The Dagda for redemption

Rolls his own cigarettes--that's not a joint, thank you very much, that's fine tobacco

Bio:

When you lived as long as Lou, your history goes a bit fuzzy around the edges, but he remembers this much:

He was born of Ireland. Of the rolling green hills and the rich forests and the smell of sweet cream on the breeze. He was a king, once, and a god, before that. Godking of the fertile land he called home, with a name that invoked honor and oathkeeping.

The years went by and The Church descended upon Eire. A priest of that invading God sought to build a house of worship on his land and he put a stop to it. Killed a man of a faith. But not before being cursed--his death would come on the tip of a spear ran through him, just as he'd inflicted upon the priest.

His own gods were still powerful, brought him visions of his death the night before a battle. Like a coward, he fled from the fray. The Morrigan cursed him to wander the world as a madman for his transgression, as untethered and transient as a bird. He lost sense of himself, of time, of place...

And as more years went by and the old ways faded, the Godking once known as Lugh roamed Ireland as a cursed sort of faerie, only invoked by small children playing games and the odd devotee that kept pagan traditions.

It was one of those believers who dragged him across the Atlantic to America. But she forgot him promptly upon arrival and he's been puttering around the continent for the last three hundred years or so, finding scraps of worship where he can--spillover from St. Patrick's day, the occasional neopagan that gets a ritual right, a bit of praise teased from a lover's tongue.

Most recently, he finished a series of outlandish tasks for another of his godly colleagues stuck here in the world's great big melting pot. It earned him his godhood back, even if it didn't wipe his slate clean. So now he calls Goodluck home. Runs a little pub where he can make the rules. Relies on dear @ruby-hampton to keep the place running. And dreams forever and ever of the rolling green hills and rich forests he'll never see again.

@lou-longhand

#goodluck.characters #goodluck.admin #pablo schreiber #new rp #active rp #mythology rp #town rp

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rmwb-fanfics · 2 years ago

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@hinnymicrofic Prompt 8: Alone

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“Nappies are under the-“

“Sink — for some reason, yeah,” Harry filled in, smiling nervously.

Andromeda raked a hand through her hair. “I know that you’ve both got this, I know that,” she looked up pityingly at Harry and Ginny, who both stood awkwardly around the front door. “Just… oh, it’s been so long since… well,”

“Which is exactly why you deserve a break,” Ginny reasoned. “Go and have, well, try to have a good night with your sister,”

Andromeda closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. “I will, thanks,”

Ginny nodded.

“Right, well, goodluck! He’s really a good kid, very quiet. Especially compared to Nymphadora,” Andromeda shuddered. Not from the shock of her loss, not anymore. It was a nice thing to see, really. “Don’t burn the place down, I know how the two of you get when you’re bored,”

Harry rolled his eyes. “We’ve got it, Andi,”

Andromeda laughed at her own teasing, waved goodbye, and disapparated.

***

Ginny eyed Harry as he watched over Teddy many hours later. They’d spent countless dayss with the boy over the past year, but this was the first time they’d been properly alone.

She both loved and hated the way Harry looked at Teddy. There was a fondness and amazement in his eyes that made her fall for him all over again.

Not like she’d ever stopped.

But there was also a great sadness there. She couldn’t tell if it was on Teddy’s behalf, or if it was envy. To see a boy grow up surrounded by those who loved him, even if it wasn’t the two that should’ve been there now, playing under blankets and reading stories.

“What are you working on?” he asked her, quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping one-year-old.

Ginny shrugged, flipping through her notebook. “Just an idea,”

“Book?”

Ginny shrugged again. “Could be. Could just be something for me,” her eyes darted to Teddy, limp in a position that didn’t seem all that comfortable. “Or for him,”

Harry smiled at his girlfriend. Everything was so quiet.

Through the open window, the cool May breeze drifted in, bringing the sounds of crickets and the smells of freshly mown grass.

“I’ve been thinking,” Harry spoke softly, breaking the comforting silence. “I want to take him out to the forest… you know, at the end of his seventh year. Maybe something for graduation, I don’t know,”

He popped his knuckles nervously, and Ginny couldn’t help but giggle at his apprehension to his own idea.

She let him continue.

“I think I’ll give him the stone. Just for a bit,” he looked away from her and down to Teddy again. “I’ll leave him alone… just… you know, with Remus and Tonks… he can talk to them properly.”

Ginny cocked her head to the side. “I think it’s a good idea, but I want you to promise me something,”

Harry’s eyes slid to hers. He was blushing.

“Make sure it’s his choice to see them. Don’t force it on him. It has to be like you,”

Harry nodded slowly, his lips curving into a lopsided, rueful smile. “Yeah. Alone and by his choice. Agreed.”

#hinny microfic #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #harry potter #hinny #teddy lupin

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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"kid," boss calls out and Enid looks up from her gun. "do you have a secret for the pack?" he wonders, tilting his head to the other werewolves in the carrier.

They were heading to another mission, to a place far from states and Enid's eyes falls back to her weapon. There's a sick feeling in her stomach, one that urges to lurch with every turbulence at the reminder of her leaving.

"we won't tell!" bolt claps, ever so cheery from his spot on the front. His hands fiddle with his gear as his knee hounces. "pack secret yknow?"

The others grunt in agreement.

"Goodluck getting scarface to talk," drawls Gar as he leant back. The man plays with his lighter, flipping it along his fingers as he talked. "for such a big gal, you'd think she'd have just as big of a presence."

Enid doesn't rise to the bait.

Boss clocks the arsonist in the back of the head at his words, standing up with the gesture and Gar just huffs, used to the treatment as he rolls his shoulders.

"don't be rude!" the leader barks before he sighs and turns to the quiet bulk of a lady seating as far as she could from the others.

"but he's right, we're a team Scar. We need to know each other more." he stands in the middle and spreads his arms in a gesture that reminds Enid that he was asking for a hug. "just a lil secret? We won't tell if you murdered someone," he teases.

There's a joking tint in his tone but even then Enid's grip tightens on her gun.

She doesn't talk about the monster rotting in the forest, instead what slips out of her mouth is something more worthwhile.

"sometimes," Enid says and immediately everyone hushes. Their eyes prickle at her skin but the sinking in her stomach slowly leaves as she thinks back to black hair and eyes that tempt. "the idea that she's alive and in this world makes everything worth it."

The pack is silent before boss nods and noises of agreement comes through.

"got a mate waiting huh?" Gar slurs and his head shakes. "lucky you."

Bolt humms. "to think you were just a big softie for your love! You should definitely introduce us."

Boss snaps his finger at bolt. "lightning McQueen over here got a point, Scar. Surely we can meet the lady that got you so whipped?"

Enid scoffs and her eyes crinkle as she looks at the wolves staring right back at her.

"I don't think you will," she says, shaking her head and immediately sounds of what!? Why not? comes through.

Gar laughs, loud and agreeing. It catches the packs attention immediately. "scar's the possessive type! Who would've thought."

The wolves turn to her, seeing if she agrees and all Enid can do is shrug.

If possessive equals missing someone you can't have then he's right.

#Writing #Bodyguard Enid au #Or #I write Enid during her specialist days

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hexedwinchester · 4 months ago

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Girl I need Brother Mine... it's my only strenght during university exame session. 😭��🤗

hi Sailing Through Exams Noni!

I got your back! Brother Mine is now updated with a new chapter!

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"Ah!" Sam moaned as Dean pulled his head to the side, exposing column of his neck.

He saw Dean bringing the syringe down and jabbed it into his neck. The sting of the needle was quickly replaced by a scalding hot liquid that entered his neck and gushed through his body. Suddenly, he was aware of every single vein under his skin and they were all alight, raw and screaming.

In the past, Sam had consumed demon blood on various occasions and in different ways. Sometimes, he drank it willingly and other times, it was forced on him either by people or by the circumstances. He knew the stale taste of the blood out an old metal flask. But he also savoured it best when it was sucked fresh out of Ruby's arm. Yet, not once was the blood injected directly into his veins, until now that is.

"Why, Dean?" His voice laced with sorrow.

Dean looked into Sam's glassy eyes. Letting go of his hair, he came around to stand before him. Squatting, he answered, "You forced a cure on me, Sam. I'm just returning the favour by forcing on the disease to you."

Sam could sense the vile blood coursing through his body, spreading like a forest fire, destroying and consuming everything in its path. What started as a pinprick sensation quickly turned into a piercing, excruciating pain.

"Ugh!" He moaned in a strained voice. It felt like his veins were filled with molten lava, searing through his flesh.

"Sam?" Someone called his name, the sound of it familiar, but the ringing in his ears and the pounding headache made it difficult to focus. Each pulse of his heart sent waves of agony coursing through his body, making his muscles twitch uncontrollably.

Castiel had seen first hand what demon blood had done to Sam all those years ago. The blood lust, the thirst, the withdrawal, the seizures. But this? This was different. Demon blood made Sam stronger, enhanced his powers but what was unfolding before him was something else entirely.

Sam thrashed in his bonds, eyes rolled deep in his head. Beads of sweats dribbled down his torso. His chest heaved rapidly, like he was having a panic attack. The air felt thick and suffocating, each breath a struggle. Tipping his head back, he let out an ear-piercing scream, the sound filled with raw, unfiltered agony.

Castiel turned his head away. How could he bear seeing Sam like that? But nothing drowned the painful wails, his pleas, the choking noises he was making.

The angel had somehow found his voice. "Stop it, Dean!"

Dean who was enthralled by Sam's anguish, released the breath he was holding. Slowly, he turned on his heels, eyes flicking to black, "I'm not doing anything. It's the blood."

Anger bubbled inside the angel. He wanted to shred this evil Dean from inside out. But as soon as the thought occured him, the collar activated sending throes of electricity through his vessel.

"It's like, I don't even have to lift a finger." Dean mocked, his gaze vacillating between Sam's contorting body and Castiel's evaporating grace.

Sam's muscles cramped and twisted violently, each spasm sending fresh waves of pain through his limbs. His heart was pounding so rapidly it felt like it might burst, his chest tight and aching. The blood coursing through his veins felt thick and heavy, as if it were sludge rather than liquid. His skin burned and tingled, the sensation akin to being pricked by thousands of needles all at once.

He could feel the demon blood attacking every part of him, corrupting and overpowering his very essence. His head throbbed with a relentless pressure, as if it were being squeezed in a vise. His vision blurred, red blotches swimming before his eyes, and he struggled to keep his focus.

Dean leaned in closer, his voice a low, mocking whisper. "How does it feel, Sammy? How does it feel to be helpless? To have something forced into your body delivering excruciating pain?"

But Sammy was clearly out of it. His entire existence was consumed by agony.

Dean watched, a cruel smile playing on his lips. There was a twisted satisfaction in his eyes as he observed Sam's suffering. Every cry, every spasm, seemed to bring him a dark pleasure.

Castiel, fighting against his restraints and the collar's torturous shocks, felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He had to find a way to save Sam. He had to stop Dean, no matter the cost. But for now, all he could do was watch as Sam writhed in agony, hoping that somehow, they would find a way out of this nightmare.

Sam's body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with searing pain. His muscles twitched and convulsed uncontrollably, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. He could feel the demon blood coursing through his veins, a malevolent force that sought to consume and destroy him from within.

He wanted to scream, to beg for it to stop, but his throat was raw, his voice barely more than a raspy whisper. The pain was all-encompassing, leaving no room for coherent thought or reason. All he knew was the agony, the relentless, burning agony that seemed to have no end.

Dean's laughter echoed in his ears, a cruel, mocking sound that only intensified his suffering. Sam's vision dimmed, the world around him fading into a haze of red and black. He could feel himself slipping, the darkness closing in, and he clung to the last shreds of his consciousness, fighting against the overwhelming pain.

In the midst of his torment, he heard Castiel's voice, a distant, desperate plea. "Sam, hold on."

But the angel's words were a faint echo, barely penetrating the fog of pain that enveloped him. Sam's body convulsed one last time, a violent shudder that left him gasping for breath. And then, mercifully, the darkness claimed him, pulling him into its cold embrace.

Sam was lost to unconsciousness. The room fell quiet yet somehow unsettling. If it wasn't for the shallow breathing and the wheezing sound coming from Sam's chest, he would have thought Sam was no more.

The demon grabbed a fistful of Sam's sweat soaked hair yanking it up. But the hunter's eyes were sealed shut, blood seeping from the corner of his eyes, nose and lips. As if the cruel hold on his hair wasn't enough, Dean slapped him hard across the face but Sam didn't stir. Throwing his head down, Dean wiped his hand on his jeans.

"Why are you doing this to Sam?" Castiel's voice trembled with anger and despair. "To your brother?"

Dean pocketed the empty syringe, his expression cold and detached. He stomped to the door, the sound of his boots heavy against the floor. Holding the door open, he turned back to face Castiel. His eyes still black as night, bore no trace of the Dean they once knew.

"He is nothing to me," Dean uttered, his voice devoid of emotion. The words were spoken without hesitation, leaving no room for doubt or remorse. Then, without another glance, he stepped out, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving Castiel alone with the broken shell of Sam.

One hour, fifty-six minutes and eighteen seconds had passed since Dean poisoned Sam with him blood. There was no movement from Sam save for the ragged breathing. In this time, the gears in Castiel's head were whirring.

To take on Lucifer, Sam had consumed about four gallons of blood and he was still walking on his twos when he went to say 'yes' to Lucifer. What happened to him right after Dean had injected his blood was a similar to his withdrawal symptoms. But it didn't make any sense.

Maybe, maybe it wasn't how much blood was in Sam that was relevant. Maybe what weighed in more was where blood was sourced from. Ruby, the other demons she milked for Sam, they were the lowest grades of demon at best. The only other time Sam was forced to consume blood from a powerful demon was when he was a six month old baby. Even Azazel had bled just a drop and it had given Sam his psychic abilities. If one single drop from a Prince of Hell was this potent what would a barrel full of blood do when it came from the Knight of Hell? Not just any Knight, the very first Knight and the very first demon.

Sam flinched as the door flung open with an echoing bang. Dean's heavy footsteps were a close metaphor for his impending doom. His brother's cold demeanor looked menacing under the weak light.

"Dean, please no." Sam begged as he revealed the syringe in his palm.

Smiling wickedly at Sam, he used the needle to draw more blood from his arm. Looming over Sam's shrunken form, he stabbed the needle into his neck and released the blood.

Sam grunted in pain, shaking the dizziness from his bloodshot eyes. Then the macabre began: the cramps, the spasms, the seizures, the screaming.

The younger hunter suffered before Castiel and the helpless angel could nothing but watch and spew empty threats at Demon Dean.

This time, Dean pulled a chair, sat back and relaxed watching Sam's torment unfurl in front of him. Oh the lovely, pitiful sounds he made filled the room like a haunting opera. The web of nerves in his neck were imprinted on his skin as he screamed until his mouth was filled blood. His body seized and contorted bucking off the chair. If this went on, and the blood continued to thrash his body, he would have to do a better job of tying Sam down. Not that he minded that bit. Question was, whether to restrain him tight or leave just enough room for the blood to rip his body apart?

Castiel's pleas for showing Sam mercy fell on Dean's ignorant ears. Not that they would reach Dean in the first place given how loud Sam was screaming. He hadn't stopped screaming since it started and that was thirty three minutes ago.

Angels were supposed to be detached, their vessels mere tools to fulfill their duties. Yet, seeing the unbearable agony Sam was enduring brought tears to Castiel's eyes. In all his existence, Cas had never witnessed such concentrated suffering within such a short span. Sam was human, and human bodies were not designed to endure this level of torment.

But Sam's suffering wasn't confined to the physical plane. His pain extended deep into his soul, scarred by years in the Cage with Lucifer.

Cas couldn't bear to watch any longer; he averted his eyes from Sam's seizing and convulsing form. Anger boiled within the angel as he looked upward, beyond the ceiling, beyond the skies, to the heavens.

Where was God, the being he had faithfully served? Where was the God Sam had prayed to, had placed his trust in? Castiel's faith wavered as he questioned whether God had indeed forsaken mankind. How else could he explain the divine indifference to Sam's endless suffering? How could God turn a blind eye to such excruciating torture?

"Go to Hell," Cas cursed under his breath.

Sam's torment dragged on for hours, a relentless cycle orchestrated by Dean. Like clockwork, every two hours, Dean administered another dose of demon blood, leaving Sam to endure the agonizing aftermath. Sam's throat was shredded from screaming, and the skin around his wrists was torn to ribbons as the seizures wracked his body, threatening to pull him apart.

After the ninth dose, Sam choked, sucked in one last breath as his heart gave up. But unfortunate for Sam, just like the old Dean, the demon wouldn't allow the man to die. He tossed Sam's broken body over his shoulder and walked Cas -like an animal- on chain to the infirmary.

Locking Cas to one of the pipes, he threw Sam's body callousely on an empty cot, leaving his limbs sprawled carelessly. He didn't bother to straighten or arrange his body. Pulling the machine closer, he plugged it in the socket and flipped the switch on. Charging the defibrillator to 150, he placed the pads on Sam's chest and delivered the shock.

Sam's body jumped like another seizure, but Cas didn't pick up a heartbeat. What a horrible time to be in that he genuinely wished Sam stayed dead for his own good.

But when was Sam ever lucky that Dean accepted his death and let him go into the peaceful void? At 250, Sam's heart fluttered and picked up pace. Too fast for a normal heart rate.

That smug look on Dean's face confirmed that his awareness of Sam's revival. Rudely yanking his wrists, he cuffed them to the head rail overhead. He did the same to Sam's legs and all the while, the man remained insentient.

Ever since, Dean moved them to the infirmary and resuscitated Sam, he hadn't returned to administer another dose. The last does was administered six hours, four minutes and twenty nine seconds ago.

At eight hours, thirty one minutes and twelve seconds, Sam moaned, the cuffs rattling as he tried to move. Blood had stained the pillow where his wrists and eyes bled.

Castiel's eyes watered at the sight of a broken Sam. He stared back at Cas with such lifeless eyes. The corners of his mouth had cracked from screaming. His breath was laboured and every small rise protruded his ribs into his sunken skin.

"Sam..." Castiel mumbled, his voice trembling.

Sam opened his mouth but no words came out. He tried again but his ruptured throat only managed a grated breath.

"It's okay, Sam. Don't talk. It will help" Castiel gave fake assurances. "We'll figure something out."

He gave a small nod, even managed a smile. That filled Castiel's heart with hope but it was soon snatched away, when Sam went into cardiac arrest again.

His chest rose, back arching upward.

"Sam?!" Castiel called. But Sam's eyes rolled into his head, his mouth open around a silent scream. Then it all stopped.

No sound of struggle, no sound life.

Castiel did the only thing he could think of. "Deaaaannnnn!!" he screamed, voice filled with desperation.

#inbox ask #ask me anything #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #brother mine #HexedWinchester #spn fanfic #Hurt sam #Sam Whump #Demon Dean #Sam girl

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