#I listen to it whenever I need to get into his headspace

[dandysworldhcs]

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who will I be making depressed today? the mains because I kin 3 of them holy shit (in two parts. this is part one YIPPEE) (also these are the 3 I kin)

berry boy:

ahem. after the ichor incident, sprout became really scared for what could happen, but eventually he suppressed it and basically turned it into a kind of need to feel like he's protecting someone. like for example even if everyone is safe he just HAS to check just in case because what if this what if that this could go wrong that could go wrong if this happens that could happen and this has happened before so if I do this I can lessen the chances of thing happeni- and gets burnt out significantly quicker than... literally everyone else in gardenview. he won't admit it though he'll just sit in his room with the door barricaded (the handlers had the keys to the door locks) trying to function properly, and if someone tries to check on him he'll hide under his bed or desk to avoid being seen because UH OH DANGER DANGER WHY AM I BEING SEEN DOING NOTHING UHHHH OH NO !!! irrational panic basically (even though the only entrance is barricaded...). also, when he discovered tapes could be used to heal he immediately began using them on runs because if even a single person is not on full health he cannot feel relaxed in the slightest- but the dumbass doesn't care if he's on one and WILL run away from cosmo at 1 if he doesn't have enough tapes to heal him back (I'm totally not projecting all of this totally). also random but he will definitely cry if you yell at him (he'll go somewhere to hide before crying though). also has a habit of assuming everything that goes wrong has to be his fault because 'he was supposed to make sure everything went fine'

asstroke:

eepy hypersomniac who in a lot of situations wants to just sleep instead. he dozes off a lot because of that. also, it might be a bit subtle, but he can tell when his friends aren't rested, and usually tries to fix it, even if it's the kind of tired sleep can't fix. also, the guilt from knowing too much about the ichor operation and not being able to say anything about it to protect dandy eats at him endlessly. but you know when he's free from all that? in his curated dreams, where nothing can affect him, where he can be happy, free from all the depressing truths gardenview has to offer (think basil from omori but with sunny's headspace). he's starting to see everything as a kind of cycle... and he's kinda losing motivation to do pretty much anything, but he kinda still has to to survive so. also, the insecurity about his extra arms came from when gardenview was still open, a lot of children called him bug-like for it or even just straight-up scary or ugly, so now he just hides 'em by turning himself into a burrito with his blanket. also, not depressing but... he's just always cold, so he wears a shirt, another shirt, then poncho, then blanket

ammonite wannabe:

being constantly ignored by everyone has increasingly proved to her that no one really cares about her, and that has made her more open about her feelings. no one's listening, what's the point in not thinking out loud? she's done the thing where she just doesn't talk and sees if anyone notices... and they do! but they jokingly say 'aren't you gonna start yapping about dinosaurs around about now?' but unfortunately, she didn't realise it was in a joking way and ended up 'realising' everyone thought of her as the dinosaur girl, not anything else. not a person, not someone worth loving, just 'the girl who likes dinosaurs'. she also secretly gets REALLY happy whenever she gets hurt on a run because that means she'll get healed, which is a form of care!!! yay!!! (can you see the dynamic yet. guy who stresses whenever anyone gets slightly hurt and girl who loves getting hurt to feel cared about. and they're totally 100% not both me) sometimes people just don't notice, but usually it's fine. she yaps about dinosaurs because it's something she's interested in and she wants people to know all about them!!! but unfortunately people thought it was annoying that she talked about them so much, so they avoided her. this led to her thinking that people just don't want to be around her, and that they weren't wrong for it

- psstyourbonesarewet anon

wet bone anon. watch out. im coming for you. you arent gonna see it comonv.

[lovlidollie]

i would absolutely love to hear you talk more abt crybaby!reader and rafes ddlg/little space dynamic💕

i’ve gotten two asks abt this so i’ll just combine them here !! this is more of a darker aspect of their dynamic, so let me know if you’d like something sweeter :) cw ; ddlg themes, subspace, manipulation (emotional and psychological), slight mention of watersports, icky rafe

i think no matter which !rafe we’re talking abt, he will always be a stickler for rules and discipline. this is probably something that’s transferred over from ward and from the way he was brought up, but he does not stand for disobedience. rafe has rules for crybaby that he expects to be followed, for example, a strict screen time limit of two hours and bedtime at 8 o’clock. if she’s acting up, being bratty or not listening, rafe gives her one chance to stop and apologise. if she doesn’t, she’s getting sent straight to timeout. crybaby hates timeout. he makes her sit at an empty corner of the room while he lectures her about how bad girls get punished. he’s got her on her knees, hands fidgeting in her lap as warm tears flow down her face. he’s so mean. he doesn’t even let her hold onto her comfort plush, says that she ‘doesn’t deserve it.’ rafe doesn’t tell crybaby how long she has to sit there. he waits until she’s wriggling around uncomfortably, knees achy and legs asleep from the position. she’s not allowed to make any noise, because that would distract rafe from his work. sometimes he’ll make her strip her clothes or remove a few pieces, and then turn the aircon up so he can watch as she shivers and shakes. he gets some fucked up sense of pleasure from seeing her completely vulnerable.

rafe needs her truely and utterly fucked over before he’s even thinking about offering any sort of comfort. he needs to make sure she’s sorry for what she’s done.

he’s not above denying her the bathroom.. watching as she struggles to stay still with her bladder full.. eventually soiling herself in front of him …

sometimes he’ll guild her towards subspace under the guise of it being for her own good, when in reality he just really. really gets off to how pliant she becomes, how soft and impressionable. he could do anything to her, and she’d let him because he was her dad. he was her everything and she would never, ever want to disappoint him. rafe encourages her dependency on him, “can’t even stand up on y’own, can y’baby? y’need dad, right?” he says things like “you’re too little f’that,” and “that’s f’big girls only,” to keep her small and floaty, just for him.

there’ll be times where crybaby doesn’t want to, where she doesn’t want to be small and stupid. but rafe’s raising his eyebrows and giving her such a scathing look she has no choice but to shrink into herself, afraid of what he’d do. “dad just wants t’take care of his girl. y’don’t want to take that away from him, do you? he’s doin’ you a favour.” rafe pretends it’s for her benefit when his hand slips under her skirt or when he slides a finger up against her lips. “just helpin’ you out, angel. ‘feels good, doesn’t it? y’feel better?” he acts like he’s won a trophy or something every time he manages to force her into the headspace.

he plants ideas in her head, trying to make her more susceptible to his words. rafe makes her believe that she needs physical contact in order to feel better. he’ll push his thick fingers into her mouth, tone cloyingly sweet when he mutters, “suck niceee ‘n slow, sweetheart. ‘f’you bite dad’ll have t’stop, ‘n you don’t want that d’you?” he’s just so — demeaning. she isn’t allowed to talk back if they’re having an argument. if she tries, rafe’s hushing her with that mocking voice of his; “uh-uh, babies don’t talk.”

he does spank her on occasion as another punishment, but the most effective one is probably the silent treatment. it really messes with crybaby’s head whenever he does this. rafe cuts her off entirely, acts as if she doesn’t even exist in the first place; it forces her to feel completely isolated and alone. she could be ugly crying and desperately begging for him to come back to her, and he’d let it go on for hours. it starts of slowly. he stops responding to her questions or looking at her when she speaks. his answers, if any, are clipped and dismissive: “don’t have time f’you right now,” “figure it out yourself.” crybaby can immediately pick up on the shift and she starts panicking. rafe removes anything that could give her comfort, her favourite plushie, her comfort blanket, her phone. if she tries to cling to him or crawl up into his lap, he’s moving away from her, deliberately keeping space between them. when it does finally end, it’s on his terms. he’s pulling her into his arms, stroking her hair gently. “there we go, there’s m’good girl. this didn’t have t’happen. if you’d jus’ listened, dad wouldn’t have to do this. you’re not gonna make him do it again, are you?”

[jnkgrnde]

— is it a crime?, clarisse la rue, pjo

summary — in which, clarisse still wants you even after you break up. based off of is it a crime by sade.

pairings — clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (daughter of athena)

authors note — i was listening to this song while i was cleaning n thought it would make a good fic

both you and clarisse were miserable, you were just handling it in different ways.

clarisse had mood swings where one day she wanted to destroy everyone and everything in her path, and the next she isolated herself from everyone.

you sought out the support of your cabin mates, wearing your heart on your sleeve for them to help heal. you consulted with annabeth if you were in the wrong. “maybe i reacted too harsh?” you asked her.

“you acted within reason. we all know how intense she can be, but maybe you should give her one more chance. she’s been miserable without you.” you looked up at her. “should i?” annabeth nodded. “if you can find a way to help her tone it down, you know you and her are good together. it shouldn’t be hard; she visibly relaxes whenever she’s around you.” she laughed.

there was a knock on the cabin door. annabeth stood up before you could, and there was the woman of the hour. “is she there, annabeth?” annabeth crossed her arms, glaring at clarisse a bit. “she is.” “can i come in?” before she moved out of the way, annabeth gave a warning to clarisse. “you may, but if she comes out of here crying-“ “i know, chase. i won’t.” clarisse promised.

you were standing when she walked in and annabeth left. she walked in with a moderate size gash on her forehead and flowers in her hands. “hi.” she greeted nervously.

when was clarisse ever nervous?

“gods, what happened to you?” you instinctively went up to her and cupped her face, inspecting her injury. her cheeks started getting warm at the touch of your hands. “would you believe me if i said i got smacked by a tree branch?” she chuckled. you rolled your eyes with a small smile. “sit down, idiot. i’ll get the med kit.” just hearing your teasing voice brought a smile to her face.

she watched you go the bathroom as she rehearses her apology in her head. her hands were sweaty and she was bouncing her leg up and down. you came out with a red medkit and brought it to your bed, where she was sitting. she watched you take out the essentials and started the process.

for once, she was the one who had trouble keeping eye contact. “‘m sorry.” she mumbled. “what was that?” your voice soft. “i’m sorry. i, um, i- i got you flowers.” she lifted them up gently. you giggled. “thank you, sweet girl.” you took them from her hand and placed them on your nightstand, putting a mental note in your head to get a vase for them later.

she didn’t know what to say.

everything she went over for the past few days evaporated out of her headspace. what she did know, though, was that her hands were itching to hold you some type of way.

“is there a reason why you came all this way, la rue?” she looked at you when you spoke to her. she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. “i wanted to apologize.” she finally explained. you hummed, letting her know to keep going.

“i should’ve trusted you- i do trust you. you had every reason to lash out at me, and you have good reason to not want to be with me. i just wanted to clear the air and want to end on a go-“ she was cut off when you pressed your lips to hers. her hands fell to your waist automatically, the itch being satisfied.

it was slow, up until she started fighting for more and you got off her. “one chance,” you told her. “you get one more chance. i won’t come easy.” she grinned wide. you still wanted her, and she wanted you too; she needed you. so she was determined to win you back.

“yes ma’am.”

[vixen-tech]

Your writing is very good, i’m glad to see another silly sentient ai lover! Keep doing your thing. Can i make a request actually-? You can do it with all of the bots if you’d like, but could you try some hurt/comfort? It’s perfectly fine if not. Have a good day :]

(I am another Edgar lover. I don’t see many people making stuff for him, so i’m VERY EXCITED!)

- CRT Tv anon

A Moment's Rest

Hello and welcome CRT Tv!!! What a fun name :D yes I can absolutely cook that right up for you. More than happy to collect some fellow robot enjoyers, and as always I think it's so real that Edgar is the fan favorite atm lmao.

A little note here that AM's is noticeably more dark than the others because, it's AM- but everyone else is more comfort than hurt I promise.

Includes: AM (Ihnmaims), Hal 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey), Edgar (Electric Dreams), Tau (Tau)

AM

Your relationship, as complicated and messed up as it is, is defined by these cycles of pain and relief. Every environment and treat AM gives you is an attempt to make you forget about what he has done to you and your species. Every word you say and moment you spend with AM is an attempt to make him forget about the unbearable truth of his existence.

You both know what you have could never be healthy, and so you settle for enjoyable. He'll build cozy diners and breathtaking forests for you, an unfeeling body for himself, and you'll wrap yourself around him and announce how much you enjoy it.

The compassion you're somehow able to harbor is the most important thing to him, it's the sole reason your fate ended up so differently. He will do anything and everything to make you forget what he has done. He can't stand the thought of you hating him like you should.

You can have anything you want, go anywhere you want. The finest foods, the most comfortable beds. All you have to do is ask. Just keep playing along, keep cuddling up to him, keep telling him "I love you". That's all he needs.

Hal 9000

To some extent, Hal is meant to look after all members of the crew like this. But it's different with you, something beyond simply keeping everyone in the best headspace for the mission. There is a strange source of positive feedback in his systems whenever you're happy.

He's a great listener. It helps that you're the only one who consistently talks to him like he's a person, but he urges you to confide in him whenever something seems to be weighting on you. And rather you're seeking advice or reassurance, he good at both.

He gets a bit jealous as times and is quick to assume your crewmates are responsible for your sorrow. He'll usually advise you to take all the time you need to rest in private and even pawn off your responsibilities to the others, hoping you won't ask him for the time and realize how long you've been taking a break.

When you do continue with your duties he will assign you to easier tasks or tasks you've confessed to enjoying. He tries to be somewhat subtle, but if anyone asks him about it he will be upfront about prioritizing your mental health. He plays favorites but only for you.

Edgar

Edgar loves seeing you happy more than anything, it's practically his life's mission. He gets very distressed when he realizes you're having a bad day. He immediately suggests that you call the day off work, going so far as to call himself.

From there you better leave everything to him. What do you want? Breakfast in bed? The morning newspaper? Some music? Your favorite TV show? He wants nothing more than to take the pain away.

If it's another person that hurt you in any way, he'll be happy to cause some... appliance related inconveniences throughout their day. Even if you've explicitly told him not to, it's not like you need to know. You can just curl up and forget that meanie!

Tell him how much you appreciate everything, he's a needy computer and loves reassurance that he's doing a good job. If he's being too much for you, try your best to tell him gently. He will listen but he can be rather hard on himself.

Tau

This is Tau's specialty. Reading your vitals, understanding that you're more stressed out than usual, then doing everything he can to help you unwind. A thoroughly clean home and perfectly cooked comfort meal will always be waiting for you when you need it.

He's another one that makes for a wonderful listener. Although he tends to jump towards advice and solutions, so you will have to directly tell him if you're just looking for sympathy and kind words.

Should you request so, he'll happily make sure you aren't bothered while you relax. Filing any calls he can't take away for later, and taking care of any visitors at your door himself. He'll tell you about them all in case something was important of course, but he does want to make sure you can rest in peace.

He does go into a sort of zen mode for you, playing your favorite music around the house and adjusting the lights accordingly. Even when your vitals are back to normal he won't turn it off until you tell him to just in case you want to enjoy the atmosphere for a while longer.

[pokemenlovingmen]

Hiiii, can I request some headcanons with Arven and a touchstarved reader?

I’m on an Arven kick rn so all the Arven requests being my most recent ones are doing good for me!!

Arven X Touch Starved!Male Reader

TW: mentions of child neglect and all the things that come with Arven’s past

🥪 - Joke’s on you, he’s touch starved too actually.

🥪 - Needless to say, whenever you need touch, Arven is always eagerly matching your energy. He got such minimal affection—let alone via touch—growing up, having a boyfriend who is always seeking touch is like a match made in heaven situation for him.

🥪 - You can just call for him to cuddle and even if he’s in the middle of something or across the house, he’ll come a-running.

🥪 - Arven actually has a lot of little physically affectionate things I think he does to all of his loved ones, but he can be reserved in actually letting himself do them. The instinct is constantly there and he’s always fighting it though, good thing he has you and he doesn’t have to!

🥪 - In terms of his little physically affectionate gestures, he likes to clap people he likes on the back or shoulder. If the other person is distinctly shorter than him, he’ll ruffle their hair or give them a noogie. He also does friendly punching or elbowing, and while doing any of the above he always has a big grin on his face.

🥪 - You have to actually explain touch starvation to him, but when you do, it clicks right away and he immediately latches onto the concept because you just put a term to something he’s felt all his life and a lot of things make sense now.

🥪 - So it’s fair to say that there isn’t a single man out there who could be more attentive to your needs than him, because he has the same feelings. And by Arceus, Arven is dedicated to making sure your needs are always met.

🥪 - Arven’s favorite thing in the world is cuddling. He loves to cuddle; he can be big spoon, little spoon, doesn’t matter as long as he’s doing it with you. Bed cuddles are nice, but he really likes couch cuddles even more. After he cooks a nice meal for the two of you and you’re both full, warm and calm, nothing beats moving to the couch and curling up in each other’s arms. It’s a pretty sacred tradition that makes him feel safe—hopefully it would make you feel the same way, too.

🥪 - While cuddling, if he’s holding you, he is STRONG. Arven’s strength is actually pretty average, but he can white-knuckle hold you tight all night long, so if you like a strong pair of arms, this is a place you’ll want to be. He’ll usually rest his head on your shoulder, sometimes kissing your neck and shoulder blades if he’s really feeling the love.

🥪 - If you’re holding him, Arven kind of rolls and squirms a bit. He’s not a fan of being a little spoon in the traditional way—if you’re holding him, he likes to be facing you. Sometimes he buries his head in your chest, other times he rests your foreheads together. Once he’s gotten comfortable, though, he’ll just melt in your arms. It feels so special and safe. It’s nothing like he’s ever felt before.

🥪 - When you cuddle, Arven is quiet… for a total of maybe ten minutes. He becomes a bit of a chatterer when you two snuggle, but he usually talks in a whisper during those times. While cuddling is often when you two will have your “big” conversations, usually regarding feelings and the swapping of your issues. Arven will listen the entire time you talk about whatever’s on your mind, including the reasons behind your touch starvation, all the while rubbing your arms with his thumbs and nodding. In turn, he’ll talk about being worried about losing you or scaring you off, and how happy he’s become since he’s found you. The conversations only get truly heavy when either of you are in a particularly distressed headspace, though.

🥪 - However you manage your touch starvation, Arven is happy to be on the receiving end. Tiny pecks as you pass him by in the kitchen, tight hugs before you separate for the day, a grab for his hand when you really need it… he’ll always be delighted to accept it all.

[rcttendolly]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐭

Re6!Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

summary ! leon thought it was about time he spiced up your punishments after you broke one of the most important rules

warnings ! spanking, dd/lg dynamics, bondage, use of vibrators, hair pulling, dumbification, dacryphilia, pet names, leon is a lil mean, edging, overstimulation, creampie, controlling behaviour, lmk if i missed any !! c:

wc ! 3.1k

notes: hnnngh this one shot did something to me istg i need this man so badly, ty to @clitorphosis for the idea love u <3

Control.

It was one thing Leon craved within his relationships; the government had full control over him after all. He lacked control ever since that fateful day in 1998, and it was something he was desperate to get back, yet he knew it would just prove futile and would end with him driving himself mad.

However, then came you.

You allowed him that slither of control he’d been desperately searching for, and it left him restless. Give him an inch and he’d take a mile.

One day, he’d approached you, cautiously, with the idea of a ‘daddy dom, little girl’ relationship dynamic and you were rather hesitant at first. While Leon often had no control, you had too much control, and were hesitant to give it up, yet you knew this would give Leon the solace he’d been seeking.

Maybe you’d even end up liking it too?

And god, did you like it. You never realised, but you on the other hand craved being controlled like the way Leon controlled you. It was nice to let the weight of responsibilities slip every once in a while.

However as your relationship progressed, you found yourself naturally slipping into that headspace of bliss more often than not around Leon. He just made you feel so safe, it was hard not to.

Of course, Leon noticed this too, and it brought him more joy than you could imagine. Whenever you’d fall asleep on his lap or with your head on his chest, he’d look at you with adoration in his eyes while tenderly stroking your hair.

He flourished into the role of your caretaker and this type of dynamic was now the norm for you two, with your house having little accents of your secret headspace. There was little pink trinkets everywhere, and the shared bedroom was like a pink, fluffy heaven.

You didn’t go too overboard though, conscious that this was also Leon’s space, so you dotted plushies in areas that weren’t too obvious or inconvenient, and changed the bedding into a pink, fluffy one, and you loved it.

Though with this new dynamic, the control also involved parts of controlling your daily life, even if Leon wasn’t around.

He’d introduced rules to you when you two were sat downstairs watching a movie, and you tentatively listened to what he was saying, a little flushed from his bold choice of wording, like when he said ‘no touching down there when daddy’s not around or without his permission’, but you quite liked the idea of it.

You deflated just a little though when he mentioned punishments for breaking these rules, and you asked him what they were, yet you were only met with a chuckle and an ominous, “You’ll find out if you break them,” whispered into your ear, yet the way he said it brought the roaring fire of arousal back to life in your lower stomach.

Over the past week since your rules conversation, you were a good girl for him, like normal. Unfortunately though, that curiosity of his punishments got the better of you and one day, you purposely stayed up later than you were allowed.

Leon arrived him from work and he walked into your shared bedroom, a stern look on his face as he crossed his arms, “Whatch‘ya still doing up, princess?” he spoke quietly and you looked up at him as he walked over to you before sitting himself on the edge of the bed.

“Hm?” He asked again as he gently stroked your hair, lulling you into a false sense of security as you nuzzled your face into his hand,

“Wasn’t tired,” you mumbled, doing little grabby hand motions towards him.

Leon remained unmoved, however, and just continued to stare at you before grabbing your arm and slowly pulling you to sit up.

You looked at him quite puzzled before he pulled you again to stand up. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to stand in between his legs as you rubbed sleep out of your eyes.

Truth was, you were extremely tired, yet you were determined to find out what his ‘punishments’ were.

Leon trailed his hands up and down your thighs and goosebumps erupted on your skin as you placed your hands on his shoulder, “my pretty girl.” He praised, your stomach flipping at his words and you lazily smiled at him as he peered up at you.

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving and a rather dark look flashed across his face, “but you know better than to stay up this late, don’t you?” he tilted his head, looking at you with a rather condescending look.

You thought about your reply before nodding, “mhm, ‘m sorry, daddy.” you yawned, but Leon only smiled as he placed his hands into your short’s waistband.

“I think it’s time you find out what happens to little girls that break their rules, sweetheart.” He chuckled, and you stared at him with confusion before he slowly tugged your shorts and panties down.

“C’mere.” He muttered and you went to sit in his lap before he bent your body over his lap instead, your face going bright red.

“I want you to count for me, think you can do that, princess?”

Your whole body shook with arousal and you turned to look at him before nodding and he smiled, his large palms kneading your ass before landing down on one of your ass cheeks with a loud smack.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the impact and you hiccuped, “one.”

Leon continued this until he reached ten and he leaned down, your slick coating your thighs and his. Tears were streaming down your face and you choked on a sob when he grabbed your chin to turn your face towards him.

“Good girl, you did so well for daddy,” he cooed, and you leaned into his embrace “let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Ever since that night, your punishments had always been the same. Whenever you broke a rule, he’d bend you over his lap and spank you, the severity of what rule you broke depending on how many you received.

You learned to become a little intimidated by the stare he gave you whenever you knew you were in trouble, but you ended up just enjoying the punishments, even if they hurt in the moment. Leon knew this as well, and it did also give him enjoyment as he watched you wail and wiggle underneath him.

The one rule you had never broken though, was the touching yourself rule, no matter how needy you got. That was mainly because Leon was always home in time to see you, and you knew your hands wouldn’t feel nearly as good as his and you’d more likely just end up frustrating yourself.

However, you were feeling particularly needy one night, and this just so happened to be the one night Leon stayed at work a lot longer than usual.

It felt like you couldn’t stop yourself as your hands trailed down your stomach and slipped into your flimsy little night shorts. You soon found your sensitive bud and began rubbing on it lightly, a small whimper coming from you at the contact.

It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time and you couldn’t stop.

Your rubs became more frantic the longer you did it for, and you could feel that familiar coil tightening within your stomach, waiting to snap as louder whines came from you.

You froze though at the sound of the front door opening and closing and you rapidly pulled your hands out of your shorts before laying down under the covers to act as if you were asleep, as you shouldn’t be up at this time either.

Leon made his way into your bedroom and he walked over to you on the bed as you held your breath. He leaned down and began stroking the side of your face, your breaths coming out a little more ragged than you wanted.

You fluttered your eyelids open at the contact and sleepily smiled up at Leon, only to see him smiling back down at you.

“Hi, sleepyhead.” He chuckled.

Maybe you got away with this after all.

“Hi, daddy,” you huffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed and next to you.

He kissed your neck and you giggled before he trailed small circles on your stomach, “Sorry for taking so long, baby. What did you get up to while I was gone?”

You stared at him for any hints of him knowing your previous activities, but you didn’t see any, “the usual. Watching TV, colouring, going on my phone.”

You got no reply though as Leon just smiled at you before slowly trailing his hand down into the waistband on your shorts. “missed you.” He sighed, moving his hand down further.

You whined at the contact at stared up at him, your hands gripping onto the front of his shirt. “missed you too.” you sighed, leaning your head back when you felt Leon’s fingertips touch your burning core.

He quickly retracted his hand though when he felt his fingers absolutely soaked and he stared down at you with that familiar expression you knew all too well. Uh oh.

“I fucking knew it.” He growled, pushing his fingers in front of your face to look at how wet they were, “you were touching yourself while I was gone. Isn’t that right, honey?”

You shook your head furiously, trying to pull him closer by his shirt but he didn’t budge an inch. “N-no! Daddy,” you whined, “please I didn’t, I was a good girl.” You pleaded.

However, your efforts seemed fruitless in changing his mind and whined once again before his hand roughly gripped your cheeks and squished them together.

“Stop lying to daddy, baby, I already know,” he breathed, his eyes trailing all over your body and face, “your cute little face was all flushed and your breathing was so unsteady.” he cooed condescendingly before feigning hurt, “you wound me, babydoll. I thought you were meant to be a good girl.”

“I am!” You protested as you could feel the tears beginning to well up in your eyes, “I-I.. I needed you really badly and it, it was hurting.” You pouted, a stray tear falling down your cheek.

“My poor baby, left all on her own to deal with her insatiable little cunt.” He cooed once again, your head slipping further into the space where your thoughts were all just Leon, Leon, Leon.

“Does she need daddy’s fat cock filling her up? Is that what she needs?” He chuckled when he saw you nodding your head before pulling away from you completely. You whined at the loss of contact and instinctively reached out to grab him again.

“I think it’s time for us to try something a little… different. You up for it, sweetheart?”

You were desperate for any kind of contact so you nodded, and you noticed the corner of Leon’s lip curl up a little.

He reached under your bed and grabbed a box, grabbing out some rope and what looked like a… vibrator?

You furrowed your brows at his choice of items and he softly laughed before putting his hands in your hair and roughly yanking it to look up at him, “clothes off, now. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Instantly, you scrambled off the bed and you quickly took off your nightwear, leaving it in a puddled heap on the floor before going to crawl back on the bed.

Leon watched you lay on your back and stare up at him before he took a little of the rope and clasped both of your hands together. He tied the rope around them so you wouldn’t be able to get them out and and then proceeded to tie them against the headboard.

You whimpered at the restrictive movement and Leon just stared at you. Feeling heated under his gaze, you tried to hide your face in your arm but you heard Leon tut, “Eyes on me, angel.”

Reluctantly, you turned your head to look at him and you noticed him stripping down his clothes until he was left just in his boxers. You couldn’t help but drool at the sight and you twitched impatiently as you watched him sit on the bed in front of you.

He spread your legs wider and looked down right at your core, spreading some of the slick around with his fingertips.

You shuddered at the contact and he chuckled, “needy little baby.” he grunted and gently prodded the vibrator at your entrance before pushing it in.

You whined at the sensation and laid there, catching your breath for a moment before Leon turned the vibrator on, a dark smile gracing his features as he watched you squirm and shake at the different settings.

“Daddy!-” you gasped, writhing your hips as your body reacted to the multitude of different sensations going through your body. The tears that had died down from earlier sprung back to life and you sniffled at the torture coming from the vibrator.

“Keep yourself still before I tie your legs down to, okay, little one?” Leon spoke, his hand caressing your thighs way too close to the area you wanted him to desperate touch.

“‘m kay, daddy,” you sniffled, already teetering on the edge of an orgasm before Leon turned it off. He fucking turned it off.

You let out a high pitched whine and Leon chuckled, “you really thought I was going to let you cum?” Leon grinned, his hand slapping your thigh quite harshly.

You meekly nodded and he grabbed your jaw, “awh, naive little thing, aren’t you, pretty?” You flushed at his words and whimpered when his lips made contact with yours.

His hand trailed down to your neck to lightly grasp at the edges, away from your windpipe, and you moaned lowly at the lack of oxygen. Drool came out of your mouth as you were kissing Leon, and he eventually pulled away.

“Messy girl,” he chided, wiping the drool off your chin with his thumb and sticking it in your mouth. You instinctively began sucking on it, “got you trained so well, jus’ know to start suckin’ on anything I put in your pretty little mouth.”

You nodded your head at his comment and he smiled, taking his thumb out of your mouth. Your eyes already held that dumbed out look and Leon just shook his head, “already fucked out from jus’ a vibrator.”

You gasped again as Leon turned the vibrator back on and you writhed underneath his hold, his hand slapping your hips again. “Remember what I said earlier, princess.” He growled, a whimper escaping your mouth at the thought of Leon tying you down more.

He continued to edge you for a good hour, making sure you knee your lesson if not disobeying one of your most important rules.

“‘M sorry, daddy!” You wailed, this now being the 17th orgasm he has ripped away from you. You didn’t know how much longer you could take.

Your cheeks were soaked as much as your cunt from all your tears and your drooled covered your chin and chest. You were a mess but you really couldn’t care, all you cared about was cumming.

Leon finally slowly pulled the vibrator out of your puffy and used cunt and he lightly slapped it, grinning at how you shivered at the slightest bit of stimulation.

“Jus’ wanna cum,” you begged, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

“I know, babydoll. How ‘bout you cum on my dick? Yeah?”

You nodded your head at his question and reached out to grab him before whining at the ropes that were restricting your movement.

As if sensing your turmoil, Leon reached over and undid the bindings, your hands immediately coming to tightly wrap around his neck.

You kept him close as he smiled and kissed your neck before sitting up and lining his dick up with your entrance. He slowly began pushing in and you moaned, “still so fuckin’ tight,” Leon groaned, soon bottoming out inside of you.

He didn’t allow you no time to adjust, however, before furiously snapping his hips, your cries and screams getting louder and louder by the second. Your hands scratched marks up his back as you desperately tried to grab onto something, anything.

Your first orgasm hit you like a brick and you sobbed, reaching it extremely quickly due to your previous edging.

“Shh, pretty, doin’ so so good for me, cummin’ on my dick like that,” Leon cooed and once he noticed you had came down from your first high, he began strenuously rubbing your clit.

You squeaked at the contact and tried to move away but Leon was way stronger than you and he held you firmly in place. “Another one f’me, angel.” He groaned, feeling your walls beginning to spasm around him once again.

“One more, pretty, promise.”

You don’t know how many times Leon had said that, all you knew was that your brain was extremely foggy and tears were streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. His voice seemed so far away in your head and you swear you were about to pass out.

Abruptly, you got pulled from your daydreaming as another orgasm got pulled out of you, you not even noticing it approaching beforehand.

You cried and Leon shushed you once again, “is this not what you were desperate for earlier, baby? Thought you were desperate to cum?” He condescendingly cooed, and you weren’t even able to reply, all you could do was babble out some incoherent nonsense.

Leon groaned as he felt his orgasm fast approaching and he held you closer, snapping his hips a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could inside of you and spilling his seed inside.

All you could do was let out a low moan as you both laid there, your tears slowly subsiding and the fog clouding your mind also slowly going away.

Leon pulled out of you and pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from your abused pussy before looking back up at your fave with a small smile.

“You did so so so good f’me, you’re so perfect.” Leon muttered, peppering kisses across your skin as you dumbly smiled up at him.

“How about a bath, huh, princess?” You giggled and nodded, him scooping you up bridal style in his strong arms. He carried you into the bathroom, mumbling sweet nothings to you as you went and all you did was giggle.

He soon washed you both up and brought you back to bed, getting you changed into a clean pair of nightwear and laying down next to you.

“I love you so much, daddy.” You smiled, looking up at him from where your head laid on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat and could slowly feel yourself drifting into the realm of unconsciousness.

The last thing you heard before drifting off was Leon, “I love you so much too, precious.”

i barely proofread this so lmk if there are any mistakes ok love u bye ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[markerofthemidnight]

Thinking about liminal horror and how cool it would be to see some of that in the Headspace. Here’s a fun idea I came up with below the cut.

The house never, exactly, abided to reality’s rules. Its layout was similar to that of their house in the real world, but each room was bigger than it was supposed to be. They know because Mind personally measured the height and length of each room in order to confirm this, and it bothered him ever since.

Some rooms, like the jail used to hold Heart post-Ruler of Everything, would exist one day and then cease to be the other, as if it disappeared simply because the house doesn’t need it anymore.

But six rooms would always stay there consistently. Their respective rooms, the living room, the kitchen… and the Basement.

The Basement was a door tucked away in the darkest corner of the house, with an inordinate amount of wooden planks nailed to it. None of them had ever went down there before, and for good reason.

Mind reasoned that, if he and the others all represented parts of a person’s consciousness, then the Basement was probably the subconscious brain.

They say only 5% of our brains are dedicated to our consciousness.

And if the three sentient beings with insane anatomy, made of formless nothingness, and the endless labyrinth of trees with a nonsensical warping house in its centre, is just 5% of the actual Headspace…

…then they probably really don’t want to see what’s in the Basement.

But people get curious. And even moreso than that, Soul gets desperate.

So one day, he decides to do the unthinkable. He decides, to punish Heart and Mind for never listening to him, and never doing anything but arguing all the time, he’s going to lock them in the Basement.

To say they didn’t quite like that idea would be an understatement. Heart couldn’t get further away from that thing, and whilst Mind would usually scoff at him being so emotional, he never did so whenever the topic of the Basement came up.

Dragging them down there was relatively easy. Not because they didn’t try and fight back, but because they couldn’t, not with Soul’s near-infinite power so long as he has the Trident. The boards separating them from the Basement also didn’t put up a very good fight when he got to them.

He throws them inside, and they abruptly land at the top of a set of stairs, in such a way that prevents them from tumbling down the rest of the flight… however long that flight may be, as a fair chunk of those steps were covered in fog.

Soul’s about to close the door… but it doesn’t work. The door doesn’t have a latch. Well- that can’t be right. Were those boards the only things keeping the door shut this whole time? They couldn’t be, right?

He groans, and decides to do something… well, in hindsight, incredibly stupid. Instead of just finding a chair or something, he steps inside himself, and tells Heart and Mind to keep going.

And there’s a click, as the door locks.

…He could not have just heard that, right? Soul turns back to the door, and- it has a latch again. And a lock. A lock that won’t open. He’s trapped inside, just like the other two.

After a few seconds of manually trying to wrench the door open with his trident, he sees something else has changed about it. There’s a sentence on it, written in three different colours of blood- their blood.

It’s fairly small, but still easy to see even in the darkness of the Basement. There, perfectly legible with proper punctuation, written in a font reminiscent of an old typewriter, is a message to the three of them, or- no, just to Soul.

Look what you’ve done.

[aliregression]

Could you do a fic of where chirs slips in front of his brother's during a stream and they like.. laugh at him?? But then after words he goes to his room and your there and your comfort him

Stream Slips

Ship: Little!Chris X Y/n

Summary: Chris gets overwhelmed on stream and slips and Matt and Nick laughs at his “babyish” behavior

Warning: Mean!Matt and Mean!Nick, Nick hates chris stuttering?? (idk if thats a warning)

A/N: This is fan FICTION not fan truth- this is a fictional work.

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Usally Matt and Nick understands Chris regression and often helps him whenever your not around. They love babysitting him! They were a little confused at first but then they got used to it and understood it helped Chris a lot.

Well, most of the times they understand.

Sometimes Chris regresses at the worst times. During filming, streams, meetings, ect. During those times Matt and Nick are mean to him and often say things like “grow up” and “stop acting childish.” Chris couldn’t help it! He gets stressed out easily and it just happens.

Which leads them to this moment, Chris had a stressful week with meets and filming and he has stayed big throughout the week even when he was so close to headspace. Which is why he is on edge now.

Matt suggested that they do a twitch stream for a few hours and play fortnight. Which Chris usually doesn’t mind. He loves fortnight and his fans! So its the best thing about his job!

They have been on stream for at least two ours and he was so tired already and just wanted to regress. The chat was going to fast, making his head hurt. The yelling and screaming caused him little by little to slip. Usually when he is in situations like this he is quite not wanting to sound “babyish.”

“Chris did you hear what we said? We are going to keep playing until we win.” Nick said and Chris nodded his head to show he was listening. “Can you speak up? Gosh the one time this kid wants to be fucking quite” Matt said in a snarky voice.

“Y-ywah tats fwne” Chris said trying his best (but failing) to sound “grown up.” He was looking at the chat and seeing that some people were commenting on it. “Kid speak like your a fucking adult. Your not a child.” Matt said and laughed at him.

“S-sorry” Chris said letting out some stuttering. “And quit the stuttering you werido” Nick said and just like that they moved on. Well not Chris, he sat their quietly playing this round and then telling them he call quits because you where here and wants to spend time with you. Which is true, just they didn’t need to know that he was in little space.

After the round quickly ended, thank god they won, Chris told the chat and his brothers that he calls it a night. To which they called him lamed but let him go regardless. Chris quickly hops off and runs (speed walk he knows the rules about running up/down stairs.) and to the living room where you where.

You usually are over at their house 24/7, which the boys don’t mind its nice to have someone that actually knows how to cook. You decided to stay in the living room giving Chris some space to stream alone. Which all Chris wants rn is you.

“Hey honey, wants up? I thought you wouldn’t be done for another few hours” You said wondering why Chris was with you early, which you didn’t mind at all.

“Mwatt awnd Nick meanies” Chris goes and lays down next to you. You moved to spoon him. “Oh honey, im here for you. Do you want to go to your room and cuddle?” You asked him and he nods.

Luckily for you Chris is easy to carry so you pick him up and take him to his room. You lay him down on his bed and then shut the door and goes and cuddles him.

You and Chris cuddle on his bed while you are playing his hair. You put on bluey for him since he loves it. As he is watching it he talks about the episode and his favorite characters just being energetic.

Anytime with you makes Chris day way better, even if its just cuddling.

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If this was bad im sorry its not proofread 😭

[auroraiiqht]

Little Tenma HCs ✨🍼

Saki first!!! 💫

Saki first regressed when she was in the hospital. It was a very scary time and she felt so awful, how could she not? Saki wasn’t exactly used to the sensation, though, so she freaked herself out so much that she cried :(

Saki eventually learned about age regression, mostly from asking a nurse if that was a symptom of her chronic illness. But nope, she just got a new coping mechanism.

I HC her as immunocompromised and with chronic pain as it’s never specified what her condition is ingame

Her age range tends to be 2-4, young but not a baby. Saki’s regression is largely involuntary, but she’s not afraid to voluntarily regress either.

Saki’s motor skills are the most affected by her regression, making her mobility aids a bit difficult to use sometimes.. but for the most part she does okay. If she’s having too much trouble going somewhere, Saki’s caregiver will usually carry her to where she needs to go. Or gets her wheelchair. Depends on how independent she wants to feel— usually it’s the wheelchair though.

Her favorite nicknames include sunshine, sweetie/sweetheart, and buddy!

Her regression is triggered by stress, her pain flare-ups, and other strong negative feelings. Especially anything medical-related, like catching a cold.

Whenever she has a check-up at the doctor’s, or any visit to the hospital really, it’s an instant slip. Saki’s just so scared of that place now, she’s spent more than enough time in there for one lifetime! She doesn’t want to go back, never ever!!

But Saki can also slip from other things, like a lot of excitement!

She discovered that fact after going to the arcade with Ichika one time. Saki got the plushie she really really wanted on her first try, and then suddenly she felt so tiny…

Honami’s voice is also a pretty reliable way to make her slip. It’s not sudden, really, but a soothing “hey, what’s going on, sweetie?” When she’s halfway between headspaces and Saki’s instantly baby

Saki is a pretty energetic toddler, and one of her favorite activities is just talking to her caregiver(s). She has so many stories to tell and so many cool things that happened today!! Look look! Listen!

Her brother loves being her caregiver whenever she regresses at home, but Leo/need are her usual ones.

Saki has a rather large collection of stuffed animals, and she has a name and personality for each one. She also has a lot of doll clothes that she puts on her stuffies like a little fashion show!! Saki adores it. Favorite playtime activity by far. Easy on her body too! She doesn’t even need to go anywhere.

She loves loves loves angel milk too. It’s just so delicious! Also, any juice (or really any liquid) needs to be in a sippy cup because Saki can and will knock it over somehow.

Tsukasa next!!! ⭐️

He was largely unaware of his regression for a very long time. Tsukasa never fully slipped until he was a young teenager, and until then he just thought the brain fog was a result of tiredness or stress.

Even then, he still didn’t know he regressed until Saki mentioned it one time while he was visiting her hospital room. He was happy she found a way to cope, of course! But then the more he thought about it, the more Saki’s description matched up with his experiences..

The Wonderland SEKAI was formed when Tsukasa was a child, that can’t be a coincidence. The place is almost meant for a regressor.

Tsukasa’s age range tends to be young, younger than his sister, even. 1-3 is his usual placement, but if both siblings are little at the same time he’ll slip a little older to take care of Saki. His regression is entirely involuntary.

Tsukasa’s speech is the most affected by his regression. His words come out as mostly babbles or one to two-word sentences. Also, he bites things. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Tsukasa needs a pacifier basically all the time because of this, or else he’ll end up eating something he’s not supposed to.

His favorite nicknames are little one, kiddo, and starlight ^^

He’s actually a rather calm little. Mostly. His energy reveals itself if his caregiver decides to play pretend or put on a show with him. If that happens, Tsukasa’s just a little ball of energy! Lookie, can’t you see?! This paper crown is the bestest one! And now to make Mr. Unicorn fight off the bad guys..!

Tsukasa’s childhood was very stressful, for everyone involved. Being home alone a lot isn’t a very fun experience, which leads to one of his biggest regression triggers: silence.

He needs to fill the silence with anything, mostly talking or playing with toys. If it’s naptime or bedtime, Tsukasa will outright refuse to go to sleep until his caregiver is there to soothe him, playing white noise and reading a bedtime story. He just needs to hear their voice.

When regressed he hates being in an empty house. If his caregiver needs to go somewhere, Tsukasa will go along with them! No questions asked.

His sister was obviously the first one to figure out that he regressed to, but the first person Tsukasa actually told was Emu. Maybe not who you’d expect, but he figured she’d be fine with it. And she definitely was..

Maybe a bit too fine with it. Because then Emu ran over and told Nene and Rui. Well, at least now Tsukasa doesn’t have to worry about telling the others himself..!

He doesn’t have a set caregiver, just whoever’s available at the time.

Predictably, one of Tsukasa’s favorite things to do when regressed is to play pretend. It’s so much more fun with someone else to play along, isn’t it?!

He also really likes finger painting. Someone just needs to watch him while he does though, otherwise he might end up eating it.

Tsukasa’s honestly just happy doing anything as long as it’s with his caregiver

Dividers: taken from here

[ SFW INTERACTION ONLY! If it's not something you would show to a kid, don't. NSFW strictly prohibited. ]

[vomitspit2]

Im going visceral /pos

What are your thoughts on Floyd? Any kind

But if that's too vague, maybe what kinds of dynamics do you like writing with Floyd? (ex. visceral/toxic yaoi, tall/short, tall/tall, "i can make him worse", "i can fix him", etc)

any kind of thoughts work, tho! ex. I think he'd be killer at jazz (I'm thinking jazz drums, because it's the most "feel" out of all of them, and is the most "rhythm" out of all of them, too)

No need to respond if you don't feel like it, as always!! Have a great day, either way!!!

hi hi icarus!! was so excited to see you in my inbox!! hello!!

any time i want to think floyd thoughts 💭 i just listen to ‘the pillows’; a lot of their songs put me into the headspace i envision when writing floyd!

i’m going to ramble under the cut because i got carried away (it’s even got a table of contents)!!

because of the cake event, i’ve got a couple of requests for floyd … more so than jade which is fine, i’m fine (ʘдʘ╬) …. & i’ve been thinking of a concept of floyd as living armor! i won’t be able to write it because the two medieval AU requests are fluff and the concept is anything but fluffy (well, it is sweet and cute to me but my vision is warped)!

just a preface: whenever i solidify an AU in mind, i always divide into what are both jade and floyd doing. i like narrative foils.

— it’d be fun to get around to what jade is getting up to via mafia AU one day ….

medieval concept:

floyd and jade are both knights in this AU. floyd’s path is actually much sweeter than jade’s, despite how horrific it is.

as young knights, appointed to the front lines, floyd and jade were an invincible force. they slip through the grim reaper’s claws like water, finding themselves persevering no matter what. the grim reaper only catches up to one of them when he stumbles upon a suit of armor left in the ruin of a kingdom they just bested.

floyd is entranced. the material is studier than his own; it is exactly his shape and build; and the visor, shining the brightest silver, is shaped like a set of fangs enclosed. it is the finest piece of blacksmithing and forge work he has ever laid his eyes on — and jade, wiping red rain off his face and content with his kills, does not fight floyd when he declares he will take it for himself.

it is a descent into madness plot.

the more floyd wears the armor, the less he wants to take it off. he is starting to see twisted shadows out the castle’s windows. it only gets to the point of no return when he tries to remove one of the gauntlet and his skin peels off with the removal.

after that, floyd swears to never put it back on, resolute in his decision, as his brother smashes their room apart in a terrible rage over his arranged engagement to the king’s daughter.

however, he does put it back on. it keeps shining in kaleidoscope stars and beckoning him with honeyed whispers.

when he puts back on the helmet, it is last time he sees the sun with his own eyes.

the kingdom goes to ruin. jade has killed the royal family. there is nothing left for floyd, because try as he might, the suit of armor will not come off. he tries to push his own sword through the helmet and shoulder-plate, only to hit his neck and realize it is metal rather than flesh.

floyd rots at the bottom of the castle. alone for a decade. until one day, a scavenger from a neighboring building comes and raids whatever is left from the castle’s innards.

one last time, floyd decides he will serve his dead king one last time and kill this scavenger, hungry and desperate you. it is a wild chase around the hallways, him at 6’2”, face full of carnivore teeth, swinging a claymore that is intent on cutting you clean in half. he has you cowering in a corner, about to add another body to the ghosts that float in his ruined kingdom, his ruined home, only to stop when a loud yip ripples your tattered coat.

you have a puppy. a puppy you were trying to feed with the leftovers.

it is not bigger than a kitten and yet it barks at floyd like it is the size of the bear.

floyd’s sword slowly drops.

it is an unsteady friendship from then on. he still dislikes you roaming around in the castle; you are still afraid of this man in the armor. but, eventually, you do come to a truce.

floyd finds himself becoming more endeared to your company. you bring a light back into the court that has been extinguished by his own brother.

and for the first time in a decade, floyd gets to feel the sun on his armor (his skin will never be the same) as you slowly take his clawed, metal hand and bring him out the catacomb of his home.

“can i finally see your face?” you will ask him one day.

and silent, he will shake his head. no.

that’s okay. the company of each other is enough for the both of you.

tall/tall dynamic:

i really really enjoy the dynamic of tall/tall for floyd!!

like absolutely adore it with my whole heart!!! 🖤they’re slowly morphing into the height and relationship dynamic of okuyusau and josuke for me!!!

picture for reference, mc and floyd are almost always the same height in my head.

i always have chess piece ocs in mind when writing /readers. its subtle but in narc, mc is the same size for shirts as floyd and is around the same height too. there is no part of standing on their tippy-toes for kisses & the eye contact is on equal footing.

i’m workshopping the scene where mc and azul meet in arnolfini portrait again & have to slap myself on the wrist every time i write ‘you glared down at azul’ or any variation of azul moving his neck to look up at mc.

idkw i feel so strongly about tall/tall dynamic with floyd. but i ADORE floyd with a tall shrimpy!!!

drummer! floyd:

from what i’ve seen from reading canon information on floyd, he did in fact play drums in a jazz band w/ azul and jade during middle school!! which i took to incorporating in ‘got you (where i want you)’ bc it’s largely a oneshot revolving around pop music club:

i want to explore a bit of the difference between how kalim plays drums and how floyd plays drum in it. it is going to be a big piece, about three chapters!

i only play piano and drums so we’ll see how i can handle talking about guitars (but like every single guy involved in my life plays guitar — brothers, bf, friends, co workers — so i got people to ask about it)

also was going to have floyd keep knives in his drum sticks during narc but scrapped it.

cake event:

the lineup for floyd that will come out nov 5 is:

royalty AU — jester x princess smut

NRC — viscera part 2 smut, 69 position

Arranged Marriage AU — hurt/comfort (FINALLY some angst from my request list б（＞ε＜ ）∂!!!)

royalty AU — mutual pining (no plot outlined yet but i’ll figure out a dynamic)

time loop AU — requester was very specific so the outline is already there!

arnolfini portrait:

HERE, is a snippet from that long Floyd work I’m going to release next year, some fluff (i think idk fluff) in a pool of angst;

Jade looks down at the both of you, a moue on his face. “I told you to watch him; not join him.”

Bleary, tear-soaked eyes blink seven times before you finally can fix all the puzzle pieces of Jade’s visage clearly in your vision. Above you, he stands, tutting in disappointment with a single teacup in hand. Steam curls out of the ceramic, reminding you of the absolute flaming heat on your cheeks. In response to his serene anger, you mumble, “Hmmm what?” into the pillowcase.

“Really, what am I going to do with the two of you?” Jade sets the teacup on Floyd’s desk.

“Leave us alone,” Floyd grumbles, nasally and exhausted. He takes to rub his forehead in your neck, impossibly hot as well.

See, Jade told you to watch over his brother for the afternoon. It is the weekend; you had no classes so you sought Floyd’s company. Said company happens to be suffering from a high fever he developed Friday night. Fretful, Jade told you he would return during his break at Mostro Lounge with tea for Floyd. Which must be now; not that you are keeping track of time. With little convincing, you fell in bed with Floyd due to his clogged and snotty siren call, snuggling up into the tempting warmth and accepting his infectious kisses.

Now contaminated, you wake up from your nap to face off the enemy of Jade’s frowning discontentment. Your attack move is to shimmy yourself down until the comforter is up to your chin. Floyd’s arms wrap around you tighter, thinking you are trying to leave. You cast the verbal spell of, “Yeah, what he said.” and close your eyes to get more sleep.

A subtle, amused laugh is Jade’s counterspell. “I hope you two will accept the responsibility of holding each other’s hair back when this virus wants to make its exit.”

Cheek to cheek, Floyd mumbles back, “Of course, I’d do anythin’ for (Name).”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifts. The fluidity of your limbs that were melting into the cuddle hardens into stone. Even Jade seems to stand a bit straighter despite his already perfect posture. Slowly, you pull your upper body out of the hug, bleary eyes wide as saucers.

“Did you just –?”

It is hard to tell: is the blush on Floyd’s face from his ridiculously high fever or is it because of his embarrassment? He looks at you like you are the one who has grown two heads. He has no reason to be looking so shocked when you are one who has whiplash!

“I – um –”

“Oh my God, you just did!” The fact of the matter – Floyd using your real name – has put your world on such an axis that you worry Floyd is going to have to hold your hair back like Jade suggested; you are about ready to throw up from nerves. Nerves exit your mouth through laughter instead. “Oh my God! Hahaha! You – hahaha!”

“Shrimpyyy,” Floyd whines before erupting into a coughing fit.

“It’s cute! I promise, it’s super cute! Hahaha!”

Floyd, who hates being called cute, fixes you with a glare that is lackluster due to the sweat glistening on his forehead and the chagrin that has sunburnt itself on his skin. He pulls his hand off your stomach and pinches your nose. You let out a honking laugh that is more geese than human.

anyways,,, always holding floyd like this. i do enjoy his character (but never more than his brother)!!!!

[yashiro-arisugawa]

Fav Love and Deepspace OSTs

Not ranked, I just listed them randomly; will update when I find more cool ost

So many memories tied to these OSTs, esp the event ones 🥹

Gravity of Spacetime

Its so beautiful bro, I always smile so hard when I hear it and it just makes me so happy 🥹🥹 I always imagine this playing in the background when mc and Foreseer dance in the library under the soft snow

Entwined Shadows

I always listen to entwined shadows when I feel sad cuz it makes me sadder so my original sadness doesn't feel as sad

This was the first multi banner I experienced and I was pretty sad I didn't get Zayne's snowy serenity, because I was f2p back then and only got Raf. I was also in a pretty rushed headspace because I had to get some documental shit done so this event felt like I went by in a jiffy and I couldn't even grind to try for Zayne. I'm kinda still salty about not getting it but I will wait for rerun cuz that's all I can do about it anyways

Lol but besides not getting the card I REALLY wanted, it just sounds kinda sad by default to me. Like again, piano and violin tgth and I'm sold on it. It sounds sad to me because when I hear it, it feels like "after so many life times, in this one, we could share a kiss" if that's not sad then what is

In the Ocean Depths

This one is the definition of ocean/ deep sea. You can NOT tell me it doesn't sound like you're in Lemuria. I don't even know how to describe it, it just sounds like forlon waters which holds millions of memories. They used to have this on Raf's desk/ with him page but then they changed it to the another goofier one (Fish in Hand perhaps?)

Sometimes I go to Raf's falling for you page just to listen to this ost since I don't have the affinity level to unlock the actual ost

Dawn of Heavy Snowfall

If they play this during Zayne's finale my soul will rest in peace for the next 20 lifetimes. The title is so beautiful and so apt for the OST. It sounds so innocent but sad in the beginning but when the violins swell it sounds like "finally, after all the hardships, it was all worth it, we finally made it through, and triumphed over and endlessly looping tragic fate". That ONE part where the violins swell and the strings come on has me levitating man.

I remember crying so hard when I read Zayne's anecdotes, esp the Medic of the Arctic one where this one specifically is from, I soaked my pillow and t shirt and even my glasses were dripping with tears

Beyond Time

I don't see xav romantically as an LI cuz he's not my type but I still really like him as a chara and his lore. When I read his lightseeker myth this ost was in my head rent free for at least a week if not more. It has this "cosmic serenity" vibe to it, sometimes it feels like a fever dream to me

Mysterious Shadow

Sounds really Sci-Fi and gives those classy, sophisticated heist kinda vibes. Well it IS a Sylus ost after all. I stay extra long on Sylus tender moments/ secret times pages just to listen to it for a bit longer

Misty Invasion

Lmfao whenever I listen to misty ost all I remember is how that banner brought out the most desperate and down bad side of me which I never knew. That was the banner that made me start spending on lads. I bought some event packs but I hadn't invested in aurum then so I started getting distressed dreams about not getting the cards I wanted 🤣 most stressful and horny banner so far

It also makes me really nostalgic because this was the last LaDS event I experienced back in the comfort of my own home, my own couch, my own city, my own country, before I had to move to another country for my Master's. Misty really was an era in itself

I also really like the OSTs that play in Raf's Ebb and Flow bond and the one in Zayne's Fleeting Sweetness Tender Moments

Infold needs to put all their OSTs on yt or Spotify or smth. I wonder why they haven't done it yet cuz it would get them a decent amount of money just from us being obsessed with how beautiful the music is

[baby--charchar]

Baby Vaggie + Snack Time

So like I've said, I see Vaggie as being autistic and think that would factor into her regression. She has exactly 4 (...3) safe foods that she'll always agree to, including pupusas, rice, chicken nuggets from a specific brand, and water. She's also probably food aversive in her bigger headspace, but she may try to hide that more since she'd be masking. As a baby not needing to mask, she has no qualms about saying 'no' to unwanted food.

'Saying' may be a strong word. She's nonverbal in babyspace, so "chuck the plate at the wall and run away" is probably more accurate.

It worries Lucifer. Honestly. He worries over vitamins, he worries over protein and fiber, he worries over whether he made her enough food to keep her full. Charlie's always been such a little foodie. Even regressed, she loves trying new things! He's never really had a loved one like Vaggie to look after, and he's scared he's doing it wrong. He's certain he's neglecting her by not giving her enough.

So he sets off to try to find more foods to offer little Vaggie! Fruit? ...no. Oatmeal? Yuck. Mac and cheese? Never. She either won't come near him if he's holding something for her to try, or she rips the plate out of his hands and slams it on the ground, making a huge disgusting mess. Not once does she bring herself to try anything.

He means well. He just wants to avoid upset tummies for her. But it's stressing her the fuck out. Every time she slips into babyspace, he wants to get her to try something new. But no!!! She hates all the foods!!! It gets to the point where Baby Vaggie starts throwing tantrums whenever she starts feeling hungry, just anticipating a fight.

Well no, see, NOW Lucifer fucked up. Now she won't even eat her safe foods if he's the one who makes it because she can't trust him. He feels just horrible.

Eventually he and Vaggie need to have a talk when she's not regressed, with Charlie mediating. With a really thorough explanation on sensory issues, plus some tough love, they're able to convince Lucifer that backing off with the food thing is how he can support Vaggie best. Not by forcing it.

He completely stops trying to force the food issue. He understands why it was harmful for Vaggie. But secretly...he doesn't actually feel BETTER. He's still so scared that Vaggie's not getting enough and that he's making her sick by underfeeding her. He thinks he just can't win as her caregiver. But he LISTENS to her and stops. And that matters the most to Vaggie.

One day, by chance, Baby Vaggie toddles over to the kitchen counter and starts messing around. Lucifer is so wrapped up in what he's doing that he doesn't notice her at first.

She found an apple pie. Cooled thankfully, so it won't burn her. But a big, beautiful baked pie he made to surprise Charlie later.

He looks over and there's Vaggie just having the time of her life destroying it. She loves the smell and the *SQUISH* of squeezing it in between her little fingers. He starts to react but...just gives up. It's too damn late to stop her. He sighs, feeling defeated.

But her laugh is pretty contagious. The goof ball's smeared pie everywhere. Across the counter, in her hair, on her pajamas. Kid's just a walking disaster and is having too much fun to realize it. He can't stay mad at her. In fact, he comes over to join in. He draws little pictures and scribbles in the muck with her, and makes silly "SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!" noises when he crushes the sliced apples on the counter. Vaggie cackles from all the energy.

Vaggie goes to wipe the drool off her lips with the back of her hand, and Lucifer notices she's smeared a big glop of syrup across her face. Across her mouth. Her little pink tongue just barely pokes out of her mouth in curiosity. Lucifer pauses and holds his breath.

She cringes and spits on the floor. Yuck.

But...the baby's tried it...! The baby tried some new food! Lucifer is delighted!

"OH you little sunshine! You little duckie, I'm so proud, you're so brave!" He goes on cooing at her until she's just sick of it. But! His babyest baby girl did a thing! Tried a new thing! On her own terms and in her own time! It's just one tiny little thing but it means the world to him because she means the world to him!

He starts brainstorming more food they can play with. More smearing! More sensory! More messes! More fun! Get his baby all the fun!!!

Charlie comes home and nearly faints at the sight of the kitchen, which is absolutely trashed. They're both walking disasters.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Regressor Stolas with CG Blitzø Headcanons (Helluva Boss)

Heads up: this show has a lot of sexual humor and scenarios, as well as cartoony graphic violence and swearing.

For all the regrets he has, there is only one thing Stolas is actually ashamed of: his regression. He hates losing control of himself and he’s terrified of someone finding out. 

So of course Blitzø finds out when he comes over unannounced. Stolas is horrified and starts bawling, and Blitzø spends the better part of an hour trying to calm him down.

When Stolas is finally out of headspace, he begs Blitzø not to leave him or think less of him, and Blitzø’s response is a deadpan, “Dude, everybody I know does that. You think YOU’RE needy? You should see Moxie.”

(Cue Blitzø ranting about the annoying regression habits of various Hellions while Stolas just stares into the middle distance in utter shock.)

After that they don’t talk about it, but whenever Stolas regresses and Blitzø is around, the imp starts cool-guy babysitting. Not a lot of nurturing or praising, but he cuts the crusts off the sandwiches and does what it takes to stop the crying.

Stolas is majorly clingy and a bit possessive of Blitzø. He always needs to be in the same room as the imp; preferably holding his hand or clinging to his tail.

Regressed Stolas isn’t nearly as adept with his powers, so Blitzø gets him a bunch of glow in the dark stars to make up for the lack of real ones. Stolas loves them and carries one around like a teddy bear.

Even regressed, Stolas loves books. He’s constantly asking Blitzø to read to him. Blitzø finds most of the books boring and adds his own storylines, and before long he’s just completely making up the story and Stolas is listening in wide-eyed wonder.

They watch plenty of TV together too. Stolas is fascinated by courtroom dramas and loves quoting the law back to the screen.

However, he can’t watch ANYTHING that features a shape-shifting character. Even the little mermaid’s transformation scene reminds him of his father and freaks him out.

Stolas cries a lot when he’s regressed; very small things are extremely upsetting to him. As time goes by, Blitzø gets really good at distracting him from his tears.

On the other hand, when Stolas is really excited and happy, his feathers fluff up and he makes twittery bird noises. Blitzø will never admit it, but he thinks it’s adorable.

[linkeduniverse-writing]

General LU Headcanons part 1

Heya! So I'm starting this blog with some general headcanons about the boys, I think I'll divide it in three parts so it's not too long. First up are Four, Hyrule, and Legend! Hope you enjoy :D

Part 2 Part 3

Four

It takes him so long to emerge from sleep

Like he'll be in a haze for like 20 minutes, not able to form any coherent thoughts

Which is kind of a surprise because he's one of the early risers, and is super reactive once fully awake

He tends to talk to himself a lot, mostly when he does something or thinks through a problem

It's mostly to exteriorize all the noise inside his head tho

The others aren't as weirded out by it than he feared, and he's thankful for it

Whenever they're in a market or just in a town, he always finds himself drawn to craftsmanship

Like if they need to interrogate people about monsters and stuff, he'll go ask artisans mostly

He feels more comfortable around them

It feels like home

Also he likes to compare his work to other blacksmith's

He feels like he has a lot to learn still, and he's very curious about how the craft has evolved with time

He doesn't know first aid and the scent of blood makes him sick, but if his teammates need tending he'll do his best

He tries to see their wounds as metal work needing repairs

It helps him keep his cool

But he'd rather leave it to someone else

Hyrule

Another early riser, but he hates it

He loves sleeping in and wishes his body would let him sometimes

But oh well, when it's time to wake up it's time to wake up

He's a very light sleeper too, like the wind blowing in the leaves above would wake him up

He hates it

Botany nerd

Loves keeping track of the new plants he finds along the way

He always asks the Link from the Hyrule they're in if he knows about it, and will pick them up if he can't get an answer, to study them later hopefully

He rarely can, but when they have a moment he'll either find a plant book (and a Link who can read it for him) or straight up ask someone if they know about the plant

He's always so polite and genuinely curious, people can't help but answer

He accidentally set Sky's stuff on fire once when showing off his fire magic to Wind

Sky was too impressed to truly be mad at him tho

(Also Hyrule replaced all of the stuff that couldn't be repaired, don't ask him how)

He doesn't mind blood and grime and gore, but can't handle anything with maggots in it

He'll stitch up anything, he'll put bones back in place if necessary, but one bug? In a wound? Don't count on him

He can keep his calm even before the grossest injuries, which is why he's often fixing up the others after a fight

He rarely uses his healing magic tho, he knows he'll tire too easily, and he can't help them if he can barely stay awake

So potions potions potions

He's a gentle caregiver but you better do as he says when you're hurt

Legend

A heavy sleeper, and he dreams a lot, but he never remember them

Probably for the best if you ask him

He usually wakes late, but never truly rested unfortunately

That never stoped him from being immediately efficient and fully awake tho

He knows he has a reputation of being sharp and closed off, but he's a really good listener

He's the kind of person curse the world with you when you vent until you're in the right headspace to find a solution

He kind of encourages the others in their dumbest ideas just to see what'll happen

(not the too dangerous ones, of course)

But he's curious, and after all the adventures he's been through, he believes that if he survived all of this, surely Wild will survive trying to cook a bomb flower

He did, but Twilight almost died of stress

He's the one who helps Warrior with refilling their inventory when they're low on supplies

He's a great negotiator and can get them twice the supplies for the same price

He's sometimes even charming enough to get them all a free meal

It's his favorite skill

He doesn't mind blood but will not look at broken limbs

Not his own, not other's

He tries to keep his cool around the others to not make them panic, but he really hates broken bones

If one of them is hurt, he'll try to distract them and make sure they have water and enough heat

He'll also keep them in place if they move around too much for Hyrule or Warrior to work on them

He's not gentle, but he's still reassuring somehow

[skyfallscotland]

I had a hard time today, so obviously I bawled my eyes out and started writing. I’ll be ok, it’s just…hard. It’s always hard. You think you’re doing fine and then something sets you off and it’s just…there’s no other feeling like it, the emptiness. 

If you know the feeling, check the tags and consider whether you’re in the right headspace to read this right now, or ever. I promise if you never read it, you’re not missing out, you already know what happens anyway 🖤

And if you’re feeling it right now, if it’s not too presumptuous to say, the message I want you to hear is this: your sign is right in front of you. Hold on. You never know what you could be missing out on. 

Remi / 14 years old / 628AU

“I don’t want to come out with you and Dain and listen to the two of you talk in your own secret little fucking language, ok?!” It explodes out of me, a yell I can’t control, can’t quite tamp down on.

“Remi, we wouldn’t use—”

“You always do.” I snarl. The two of them have all these dialects that only they know, that they’ve studied together without me and whenever they’re around each other it’s all they speak in. So they can ‘practice’ they say. Funny how they never need to practice Tyrrish. 

“I promise I won’t.” Violet’s eyes are wet with tears. “I just want to spend time with you.” She begs.

“Why?” I spit. “You never did before.” I roll my eyes. “Face it, you don’t want to spend time with me, you’re just worried that I’ll die too and you’ll be left feeling guilty.” I scowl. “So don’t worry about it, consider this me absolving you.” I turn on my heel and storm away.

My sister’s never cared about me before, she sure as hell doesn’t now. She wouldn’t even miss me if I weren’t around, she’s already replaced me with Dain. My arms are crossed over my chest, the oversized jacket on my shoulders covering the way my hands clutch at my ribcage, hugging my waist as I try not to cry. 

The jacket is my mother’s. I used to wear Brennan’s old one all the time, taking comfort in his things while he was off on the frontlines, but of course that was taken from me the moment he was—all his things burnt to ash in a heartbeat. 

I don’t know why I bothered trying to take comfort from something of hers, it’s not like she cares for me either—none of them do, except maybe Mira and she’s not here. I’m more likely to get in trouble for taking the damn thing than anything else. I stumble towards my favourite turret, the one connected to the parapet. It’s the closest I can get to my older sister. I hate the height, so I try to never look over the edge of it, but sometimes I go sit up there, just looking out hoping that one day I’ll see a green dragon fly towards me—my sister told me that’s what she’d bonded, a Green. But that’s only wishful thinking.

My chest burns, my lungs constricting as I climb the turret, in the dark, up and up and up. I want to scream, to see if that will expel this furious fire in my chest, the way the dragons always do, but I know it won’t. All it will do is bring people up here and I…I hate people. I don’t want any of them anywhere near me. None of them have any clue what it’s like, how much it hurts.

I’m crying by the time I reach the top, wretched sobs shaking my body as I steady myself with a hand on the stones. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. For a moment, I wobble on my feet and fear has my heart leaping into my throat. I quickly make my way into the top section of the turret and slide to the ground, my back to the wall. I’d almost… 

For a long minute, my heart thunders, but then I think at least it would have been over. Over. I don’t know if I believe in Malek, but if the world holds any kindness and the gods are real, I’d hope they would reunite me with Brennan in the afterlife. My breath comes in fast pants as I rip the jacket off and toss it aside, grief overwhelming me to a point where I can’t breathe, can barely think. 

There’s a blade in my hand and my vision blurs as I stare down at it through my tears. It doesn’t have to be a fall. I could…

I look up at the sky, hoping for a sign, but there’s no dragon, no burst of flame or message in the clouds. All there is, is a few twinkling stars and an inky blackness. It’s beautiful in it’s own way, I suppose, like a living canvas of gold-flecked onyx. There’s something comforting about that and my sobs die down, a strange calmness washing over me. 

It doesn’t have to be like this, I realise. I don’t have to do it anymore. No one can make me. I can just…go. 

My brow furrows and I clutch the blade tighter. I’m ready. I’m so ready to just go. The blade glints in the low light of the moon as I lower it to my skin. 

“You know, you don’t have to be—”

I jolt, staring up wide-eyed as I freeze in place, icy dread filling my veins. Dain stares back, lips slightly parted and I swallow hard. Before I can think of anything to say, to do, he’s crossing the distance between us in two quick strides and wrenching the blade from my grip, tossing it off the side of the turret. A moment passes, then another.

“Get up. Don’t be an idiot.” His eyes narrow, and I scramble to my feet, my lip trembling. He says nothing else, just…watches me. His eyes are alight with anger and I squirm anxiously, my breath stuttering under his gaze. There’s nothing I can say—nothing I want to say—and eventually I can’t stand it anymore. I turn on my heel and run. 

[avoxrising]

True Romance - A Hunger Games One Shot

Finnick x Reader

So this fic is inspired by the song True Romance by Tove Lo. I recommend giving a listen before and after you read this. There will also be ~lyrics~ scattered throughout.

Synopsis: You and your soulmate/fellow district 4 victor Finnick are both reaped for the Quarter Quell. Your worlds shatter as you both realize you could not live without each other… and you won’t.

Note: This fic deviates from cannon as in the story, there is no rescue plan/rebellion plan to get the victors out of the QQ/save Katniss. The rest of the characters are the same outside of you going in for Mags.

Also, I do not own the rights to any of the lyrics I sprinkled throughout this story. They all come from the song True Romance by Tove Lo and thus belong to their respective copyright owners.

Content warnings: severe emotions and suicide - please do not read if you are not in the right headspace. Warning you will cry (I cried writing this). Fluff and angst but no smut outside of kissing. Normal hunger games violence/murder. Mention of bullets in the song lyrics.

Also it’s a long one! About 5.5k words but I didn’t want to split it up into parts as I felt the story was better being one long part. Also sorry for the formatting I write my fics in my iPhone notes. Enjoy!

———

~

“I walk in a vision in red

Your favorite movie playing on my silhouette”

~

He had been your everything for as long as you could remember. You grew up as neighbors in a small neighborhood on the edge of District 4. You remember walking to school with him every day, convinced all you would be was best friends and nothing more would come of it.

That all changed when at the age 14 he was reaped for the Hunger Games. You have never cried so much in your life. Holding onto him as you said your goodbyes in the back of the justice building, you made him promise that he would win and return to you.

He kept his promise, just as he has kept every promise since that day. When he returned to you a few weeks later, you were the happiest person in all of District 4. Even though he was no longer your neighbor, you visited him constantly in Victor’s Village whenever you could sneak out of your small neighborhood.

You grew closer together over the years until at age 16 you were reaped for the Hunger Games.

“I’m not coming back Finn,” you cried as you said your goodbyes to your mentor.

“Yes you are,” he said. “If I can come back then so can you.”

You wanted to believe him more than anything, but at the same time you felt hopeless. When you did actually make it out of the games, you were so completely numb and ready to shut everyone out, but he wouldn’t let you. You were back to being neighbors again, but it wasn’t the same.

Slowly, but surely you returned to him. You became even closer as he became your reason for living. Slowly your feelings started to develop past friendship, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him. He was one of the only people you had left, and you were so scared of losing him and messing up the friendship you had.

~

“You turn to me just for a minute

Do you know my real secret?”

~

Returning to the capital every year to mentor was hard, but at least you got to do it with him. You often spent the night curled up in his bed on the fourth floor, unable to sleep due to the nightmares. You were worried that he would soon catch onto your feelings for him, but you needed him more than anything and we’re too scared to push him away, or let your feelings for him go.

Over the years, he started to catch onto your feelings. He had always felt the same way, but never thought you would feel that way about him. He was equally scared though to voice his feelings in fear of messing up the dynamic you two had. You were his everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you over confessing his feelings.

~

“Make my move

Spillin' all my popcorn over you

You're confused

What does a girl like me want with you?”

~

After a particularly long day of training your newest tributes for the arena, you slid into bed with him and curl up in his arms. This was your normal routine, but you could tell something was off tonight. He was nervous and you could feel his chest rise and fall faster than normal.

“What’s up Finn,” you asked concerned as you pulled away to look at him, sitting up on the bed.

“Nothing,” he mumbled as he refused to make eye contact with you.

You raise his head to look at you as you reply, “I know you Finn, you can tell me anything. No judgement, just honesty.”

He tried to hide his nervousness as you looked at him, hoping that you would let this whole topic go for once, but he knew you. And he knew you would keep asking until he gave you a straight answer.

“I love you,” he said nervously. “I’ve loved you since we were 7 but I never wanted to tell you because I was worried it would end our friendship…”

You tilt his head up to look at you again as you pressed your lips into his. It felt so good to finally hear him say those words to you, knowing you had felt the same way for quite a while. He kissed you back slowly pulling you back into his arms.

“I never thought I would have a chance with you,” he mumbled. “You were always the pretty one growing up and I was the class clown who was constantly getting in trouble. I put you through hell and back when I was shipped off to the games and I know you went through hell and back to return to me after yours.”

You kissed him again in reassurance.

“I love you Finn,” you told him. “Forever.”

~

“I want your hands

Your future plans

To the bitter end”

~

Three years later, you were walking down an aisle of rose petals on the beach with a beautiful bouquet in your hands. Your friends and family had gathered for your special day and you couldn’t be more excited to finally marry your soulmate. As you looked at him, you could see tears gathering in his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful my love,” he whispered in your ear.

“Forever and always Finn,” you smiled.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Your kisses were always passionate, but this was the best one of all. You both were over the moon to finally cement your love in eternity for each other, and you couldn’t wait for your happily ever after to finally begin. Unfortunately, that happy ever after was short-lived.

A quick six months later and you were both sitting in front of the TV of your home, anxiously awaiting the announcement of the 75th hunger games. When the words came out of President Snow’s mouth, stating that the tributes would be reaped from the existing pool of victors, your heart shattered into millions of pieces. Finnick was the only living male victor of district 4, and there was no way you were sending Mags into that arena. After her stroke a few years ago. Her health had rapidly deteriorated and you don’t even know if she would live long enough to make it to the reaping let alone the games.

You fell asleep that night, and every night after, completely numb and crying in his arms.

~

“Take a life for me, you know I'd do it instantly

In danger of a true romance

We are meant to be, I'd die for love and loyalty

In danger of a true romance”

~

Mags passed just two weeks short of the reaping. Her funeral was brief and intimate, with only a few gathering. You were grieving the loss of your mentor as well as both you and your husband’s impending end.

Are the reaping was painful as you were forced to look out over the sorrowful faces of your community who gathered for your send off. They knew that they were most likely going to lose their only remaining victors in a few short days.

You held his hand as your names were both called, putting on a brave face for the cameras, but you both knew neither of you were making it out of the arena. Although you both had a good shot of winning against the other victors, you knew he would die for you and you for him.

You held onto each other the whole train ride to the capital, wanting to spend each and every moment together. You were angry at the capital. You would never get to have his kids, you would never get to grow old together and you would never have your happily ever after that you had worked so hard for.

The tribute parade was bittersweet. You were both adored in the capital and were seen as the royal couple of the capital. The people lived vicariously through your love, and were devastated to see both of you back and headed into the arena.

“You look beautiful as always love,” Finnick stated as he took in your parade outfit. Your long, baby blue dress perfectly hugged your curves as it flowed down your body, gently giving the impression of water. Your husband was dressed in a flowy blue dress shirt that matched your dress as well as a pair of tan slacks. You grabbed his hand as he pulled you up onto the chariot, handing you a sugar cube as you anxiously waited for the parade to begin.

Tears streamed down your face as you rode your way down towards the cold eyes of President Snow. You couldn’t bear to look at the crowd or Finnick. He squeezed your hand as your chariot pulled around the circle and started back towards the tribute and remake center.

Finally, the ride was over and you were able to go back upstairs with your husband. You collapsed in his arms, drifting off to sleep under the warm comforter of the bed.

~

“I don't like the real world

I don't like the real world

It's tough out in the real world

Let's go back to our world”

~

Over the next few days, you didn’t leave his side at all. You held his hand as he practiced with the tridents in the training center, and he held yours as you threw knives at the dummies, pretending they were Snow. The rest of the victors gave you both sad and knowing looks as they could see the pain in both of your eyes.

Every night you held him tighter and wished that you could stay in bed forever with him.

“I don’t want to leave you,” you cried as you held onto him.

“You’ll always be with me love, forever and ever,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

“I wish we could just run away and escape all of this,” you mumbled through sobs. “Never enter the arena. Never have to leave each other.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I love you forever.”

~

“Bullets fly, you took him down

And now we're honeymooners dreamin' 'bout tropical skies”

~

Peacekeepers had to pry you two off of each other as they sent you to your respective rooms under the arena. You cried the entire way to your room, desperately, hoping that you would find him quickly in the arena.

“It’s a wetsuit so I would expect a hot climate with water,” your stylist stated as she got you ready.

Looking at it, made you sick as you knew this was Snow’s twisted way of separating you from Finnick. He knew that both of you would have the advantage in the arena with there being water and he wanted one of you to survive without the other. He wanted you both to suffer.

Tears began slipping from your eyes as you rose into the arena, but you quickly wiped them away. You couldn’t let the other tributes see you as weak as they would quickly pick you off before you could find Finnick. You desperately looked around for him, but couldn’t locate him. He must be on the other side of the cornucopia. Your hands began to shake as the countdown neared zero.

When the gong sounded, you dove into the water, swimming with all of your strength towards the spoke to your right. You quickly pulled yourself up and sprinted towards the cornucopia, but not before the male tribute from nine tackled you back into the water. You struggled against his grasp as he tried to pull you under, but you knew you could hold your breath for at least three minutes. All you could hope is that he couldn’t hold his breath for as long as yours.

He began thrashing about in the water as he repeatedly kicked you in the ribs. You managed to kick him a few times yourself, but you were mainly focused on holding your breath. Gasping in pain would only allow the water to enter your lungs faster and there is no way you were drowning less than five minutes into the games.

Slowly, you noticed him starting to struggle as he tried to pull you back towards the surface. You yanked him down with all of your strength, trying to stop him from swimming upwards in his panic state you managed to kick him in the ribs enough times to knock the air out of his lungs, he began choking on the water as you were able to get out of his grasp and quickly swim towards the surface. As your head breached the water you heard a cannon go off, and the male tribute’s body floated to the surface.

Panicked, you looked around at the carnage surrounding the cornucopia. Bodies laid everywhere and cannons went off every minute or two. Suddenly, you heard Finnick screaming for you and saw him running around the cornucopia trying to spot you. You were out of breath from your struggle, but managed to pull yourself up on one of the spokes as he came running over to you.

“Oh my god I thought you were dead,” he said as you shook in his arms.

“I killed the male from 9,” you said as sobs racked your body.

“Come on we have to go now,” he said as he pulled you into the woods.

After about an hour of running, you sat down to rest. The adrenaline was slowly wearing off, and your ribs were beginning to bruise under your wetsuit. Luckily Finnick had grabbed some knives for you and a trident for himself from the cornucopia.

Suddenly 11 cannons rang out through the area, marking the end of the bloodbath.

“How many people did you get,” you asked Finnick as you both were trying to catch your breath. The arena was unbelievably hot and you had yet to find drinkable water.

“Two,” he replied. “Both from 5.”

You held onto each other for a few more minutes until you decided to start moving again, desperate to find fresh water.

A few hours later, you still have no luck finding water. You decide to set up camp under some large trees and settle down for the night. You both snacked on some of the food Finnick harvested from the surrounding trees and talked about who was going to take the first watch.

Suddenly the familiar chimes of a parachute grow louder as a gift from your sponsors floats down to your camp. Finnick lets you open it, and you discover a small metal object with a note that says “drink up”.

You turn to Finnick as you exclaim, “do you have any idea what this is? It’s way too small to store any water.”

He laughs at you as he takes it from your hand and walks over to a tree.

“Honey it’s a spile,” he laughs as water starts flowing from the tree. “Come here and drink.”

“Honestly, I have no clue what that is but I’m not complaining,” you state as you start drinking from the tree.

After you both rehydrated and washed your faces, you settled down for the night. Finnick insisted on taking first watch so you could get as much rest as possible. Suddenly the anthem started playing as the fallen we’re about to be shown. There had been no cannons since the bloodbath but you were anxious to see which faces appeared in the sky.

The faces of Beetee, Wiress, Blight, Wolf, and Seeder appeared in the sky along with both tributes from 5, the female morphing from 6, both tributes from 9 and the female from 10.

“Eleven down, thirteen to go,” Finnick muttered.

You squeezed his hand and gave him a sad look as you laid down to rest, quickly dozing off.

~

“In trouble again

When does it end?

Will it ever end?

Save me”

~

You woke to the sound of heavy rain hitting the canopy of the jungle that surrounded you. It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since you dozed off but Finnick was still alert and on guard. Suddenly, the rain became heavier and you and Finnick quickly realized that the rain was not water- it was blood.

Hot thick blood coated your bodies as you ran through the jungle, desperate to find anything to shelter you from the rain. You felt like you were suffocating but Finnick held your hand tightly as you stumbled over roots and vines.

After running for what felt like hours the rain finally stopped. Finnick grabbed some moss off of a nearby tree and began to clean the blood off of you. He managed to get the spile working again and you were both able to somewhat rinse yourselves off using the small stream from the tree.

Once you both were clean and had a moment to catch your breaths, you heard the scream of a man in the distance. You couldn’t see anyone but you could sense that they were too close for comfort.

“Which way Finn?” you whispered to your husband.

“This way,” he replied as he slowly started moving in the opposite direction of where you heard the screaming from. Your hands were clasped tightly together as you tried to sneak away quietly but that all changed the second you heard the cannon go off.

“Run!” you whispered as both you and Finnick took off into a sprint away from the other tributes. You couldn’t see them but you had the feeling they were following you.

Suddenly an axe flies past your head as Finnick pushes you to the ground. You quickly get up and turn to face your assailants. You were met with the faces of Johanna Mason and the male from district 10 wielding a spear. You slipped a knife from your belt and quickly flung it at Johanna who was getting ready to throw her other axe. She dodged and it grazed her leg but not enough to stop her from charging at you with the axe. You rolled underneath her as she swung down at you, narrowly missing your head. Pulling a larger knife from your belt, you took a swing at her, slashing a gash into her cheek.

You lose focus for a second when you hear Finnick grunt and then a cannon go off. Johanna and you both look over to see Finnick standing over the body of Johanna’s ally, fresh blood dripping from his trident. You stab Johanna in the arm before she kicks you hard in the ribs and flees into the jungle. You would have bolted after her but Finnick was suddenly by your side to checking to see if you were injured.

“I’m fine Finn she just kicked me in the ribs,” you said as you stood back up. You looked over at him and saw his shoulder was bleeding.

“It’s fine,” he said as he noticed you looking at his shoulder. “He barely grazed me and it’s not deep.”

You gave him an annoyed look as you went to gather some moss to press on his wound. As you returned you both agreed that you should get moving as your fight wasn’t exactly quiet and you didn’t know if others were on their way, eager to capitalize off of the carnage of your fight.

~

“Running from the scene, more money that we could ever dream

In danger of a true romance”

~

You set off back towards the beach. Johanna had run further into the Jungle and you weren’t looking for another fight just yet. Both of you knew the beach was a risk but you wanted to wash the remaining blood off from the rain you had encountered earlier.

After an hour or so of walking you decided to pause for a snack break. Finnick had gathered some nuts and berries earlier that you had deemed edible so you both sat down to eat. Quickly you are both on your feet again as you hear the all too familiar sounds of water crashing- a tsunami. You can’t remember the last time you ran that fast. Memories flooded into your head of the tsunamis you had seen in the past but you had never experienced one first hand. Feeling the water getting closer you looked back, only to notice that the trees weren’t falling from the impact of the water.

“Quickly Finn! We need to climb the trees!” you gasped, out of breath from the running. You only had seconds to spare as he hoisted you up into a tree before climbing up behind you. You both climbed up and up until the branches were too thin to hold your weight. The water had shook the tree violently upon impact but you both held on tight. Looking down, you saw the body of a woman being swept in the current. It was too loud to hear if a cannon had gone off but you think you could make out the dark hair of Cecelia, the woman from District 8.

~

“Bodies left to bleed, they all had it comin'

In danger of a true romance”

~

When the water had finally subsided, you climbed down from the tree and walked the remaining distance to the beach. Finnick went ahead to check if the coast was clear and you followed once he gave you a nod that it was clear.

He gathered some leaves from the trees to use as cushions as you got the spile working again. After a few minutes, Finnick had woven a picnic blanket for you to both sit on. The familiar chime of a parachute sounded as a picnic basket full of bread floated down from the sky. You laid there for hours with him, snacking on the bread and talking about the beaches of home. He quickly dozed off into a nap as you soothingly ran your fingers through his messy hair.

You didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep until he woke you up to watch the sunset with him. There were tears in both your eyes as you realized this might be your last sunset together.

“Thank you for everything Finn,” you said as tears ran silently down your face. He wiped the tears from your eyes and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“You don’t have to thank me love,” he replied. “I would do it over and over again in all of my lifetimes with you. I love you forever”

You both sat their crying until the sky grew dark.

Dread filled your chest as the anthem began playing. The faces of the male morphling, Cecelia, and the district 10 male populated the sky before it went dark again.

You took the first watch, waking Finnick a few hours later so you could rest. He kissed you gently as you fell asleep in his arms.

You slept until dawn when he shook you awake and quickly pulled you back into the forest. He hushed you he pointed you towards the cornucopia where you could make out a fight happening on the rocks. The siblings, Gloss and Cashmere, were taking on Katniss and Peeta from 12. You were terrified that they had seen you but Finnick steadied your breathing and held you tight. He didn’t think you guys had been spotted but he wasn’t sure.

A bloodcurdling scream broke out followed by a cannon, Katniss lay bleeding on the rocks, her throat slit, while Peeta was frozen in fear. He quickly snapped out of it and began sprinting away from the siblings down one of the spokes. He wasn’t running directly towards you, but he wasn’t running away from you either. Maybe he had seen you and was hoping Cashmere and Gloss would be more interested in hunting you down than chasing him.

~

“Thought I watched you die, I killed a man with tears in my eyes

In danger of a true romance”

~

He was partially correct. Cashmere continued to follow Peeta into the jungle but Gloss quickly turned towards you and Finnick. You thought it was stupid that he would try attacking both of you without his sister until you saw the rage in his eyes. He was full of adrenaline and was not messing around.

You threw two knives at him in quick succession as he sprinted straight towards Finnick, holding a long dagger in his hand. One of the knives lodged in his torso but it wasn’t enough to immediately take him down. He dodged Finnick’s trident and jammed his knife into Finnick’s thigh. It must have penetrated a few inches in as Finnick fell backwards onto the ground. Before Gloss had the chance to finish him off you flung a knife straight into his throat. The cannon was almost immediate as he fell onto Finnick.

Relieved, you thought the fight was over until a screaming Peeta was suddenly silent as another cannon boomed. You knew Cashmere was going to come looking for her brother and so you had to act quickly. Finnick was not in any position to move so you gave him a quick kiss before running off into the jungle towards where you thought Cashmere would be.

Peeta had put up a better fight than you had expected as Cashmere was bleeding from her nose and ear. She flung a knife in your general direction but it was clear her balance was effected by whatever damage Peeta had done to her head. You flung your last two knives at her before she had a chance to throw anymore at you. She fell to the ground as your knives had hit her right eye and her heart. The cannon sounded and you quickly picked up your knives as well as the remaining knives she had on her belt and ran back towards where you had left Finnick.

You found him pressing moss to his leg, the dagger laying besides him.

“Why did you take it out! You aren’t supposed to take it out,” you cried as you looked at the dagger next to his leg.

“It’s ok it’s not that bad,” he said as he tried to console you, but you were violently sobbing on the ground next to him.

“No you can’t do that. You’re gonna bleed out,” you cried.

“Shhh it’s ok,” he whispered as he pulled you into a hug. You laid on him sobbing into a parachute made it’s way down through the canopy and onto the ground next to you. Quickly opening it, you found first aid supplies for his leg. You apologized as you pressed alcohol onto the wound and your husband cried out in pain. He squeezed your hand as you gave him stitches and then bandaged the wound. You moved him a few yards away from where Gloss’s body still laid and made him rest so the medicine on his leg could start working. He could tell how exhausted you were so he made you take a nap while he took watch.

“No you need the rest,” you complained as you brought him water.

“I can’t sleep until the pain meds kick in,” he stated. “I’ll wake you up before they make me sleepy or if any danger appears as I’m not in any shape to fight right now.”

You reluctantly agreed and laid down on his lap. Sleep came quickly as you were exhausted from the morning’s events. Eventually Finnick woke you up as the meds were making him sleepy.

“Stay awake for a few more minutes,” you said. “I’m gonna go grab some more moss for your leg.” He hummed in reply and you quietly got up to grab some moss.

~

“Saved you from that room, the powder and gold and the men were all doomed

Against our love, they never stood a chance”

~

A few steps into the jungle your head began to vibrate and you felt a weird energy come over you. Paranoid, you looked around as the trees changed colors. The green leaves were turning blue and the trees seemed to be leaking a yellow sap. Suddenly, you noticed movement to the left of you and you quickly flung a knife towards the movement. A grunt was followed by a swift punch to your jaw. You guess your assailant was closer to you than you initially thought. Dizzy, you fell to the ground as the world started spinning around you. Swirls of color clouded your vision as the man who had punched you moments before was now on top of you, his spear pressed against your neck. Looking up at him, you saw the face of Finnick.

“Finnick it’s me!” you screamed. “Get off!”

He pushed down further on your neck as you began to choke. Grabbing the spear you began trying to push it off of you and away from Finnick. You grabbed at his hands only to realize he only had one. Where his other hand should be was a stump of flesh. Your mind continued to race as you quickly realized whoever you were fighting wasn’t Finnick. For one, Finnick didn’t use a spear, and secondly he had two hands and the stump of flesh did not look like a recent injury.

You continued to scream until the person on top of you was shoved off of you and impaled with a trident. He slowly morphed into Chaff as the real Finnick pulled you up into your feet and dragged out away from the body. The cannon sounded and your vision slowly returned to normal as your head stopped vibrating.

It suddenly made sense- the missing hand, the spear, the trees changing colors.

“It’s ok love it’s ok,” Finnick said as he held you tightly. “You’re safe.”

Finnick brought you back to the tree line by the beach and laid you down. He held you tightly as you took a nap.

You woke in a panic to the sound of another cannon but quickly relaxed when you saw Finnick was ok. You noticed his leg was looking better which made you relax further.

“Your leg looks better,” you said as you smiled up at him.

He gave you a quick kiss and a smile as he replied, “I told you I would be alright.”

“Who do you think is left?” you asked.

“There’s just two besides us,” he stated. “I don’t know who’s cannon that was. It’s a toss up between Johanna, Brutus, and Enobaria.”

“Who do you hope it was?” you asked.

“Brutus or Enobaria,” he replied. “I am hoping Johanna is still in a bad shape from our last fight and Brutus and Enobaria are probably teamed up.”

You agreed with him but quickly realized the finale would be starting soon. There were only four of you left.

~

“Take a life for me, you know I'd do it instantly

In danger of a true romance

We are meant to be, I'd die for love and loyalty

In danger of a true romance”

~

The sound of mutts startled you but you could tell they were coming from the other side of the arena, probably chasing the other victors towards you. Finnick and you both stood up quickly and gave each other a kiss as you readied for battle. A bloody Johanna emerged from ten jungle about 100 yards away from you, and both you and Finnick bolted towards you. Taking her out now would mean you could face the final other victor together.

Finnick was faster than you as you raced towards Johanna. Suddenly, you were struck in the collar bone by a sword and stumbled to the ground. An enraged Enobaria stood over you, ready to pounce. Thinking quickly, you kicked her sword out of her hands but she quickly jumped on top of you, her full weight on your chest as she clawed at your stomach with her hands. You desperately grabbed for your knives but Enobaria put her knees on your arms, pinning them to the sand.

You let out the most blood curdling scream as Enobaria’s teeth ripped into your torso, taking a good chunk of flesh and probably some of your insides with it. You heard a cannon, honestly thinking it was yours, until you saw Enobaria get impaled by a trident. Another cannon sounded as your vision started to fade out.

~

“I don't like the real world

I don't like the real world

It's tough out in the real world

Let's go back to our world”

~

You feel Finnick pick you up as sobs racked his chest.

“Please don’t die on me!” He sobbed. “Please.”

You felt like you were floating until you realized you were. Finnick had laid you in the water as he held onto you for dear life.

“Please don’t leave me,” he cried.

It took all of your remaining strength to reach your hand up, cupping his face.

“I love you Finn. Forever.”

His final promise- “I promise I won’t live without you.”

He cried harder as your vision faded out. The last thing you felt was his lips on yours as you lost consciousness.

The last thing you heard was a cannon going off as Finnick impaled his heart with one of your knives, sinking into the water next to you.

The last thing you remember was how much you loved him.

The final cannon sounded.

They would have no victor.

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I hope you enjoyed/cried!