#I’m not lazy. I’m not making excuses. I got bound to something I couldn’t consent to at the time and now I’m stuck like this

[anzfaulkner]

I hate that it genuinely seems more feasible and realistic for me to just live in daydreams for the rest of my life, all I rly need is basic food and the most basic place to live and then I just spend the rest of my days daydreaming about the life I wish I could be living

I daydream vividly enough and the life I want isn’t obtainable so in that sense it kinda feels like just a more accessible way of living, it just sounds so sad and feels sad when I rly think about it

[hetalia-reacts]

I'm kind of experimenting with Yandere, so I'm going to send you at least 2 Yandere asks. This is the first one. May I have Yandere 2p Allies and Axis that's Vampires and they're falling falling in love with reader. But the problem is, the Reader is a Werewolf..... a very powerful one ( One that can rival them, and it's very possible if the darling can dominant them ). But other than that, the Reader is like this Huge energetic innocent puppy that likes to tackle hug them.

Allen

God he’s in love with your personality

He wants you all to himself for the rest of time

But of course there’s an issue

1) you’re a werewolf and he’s a vampire, you’d never willingly go with him even if you do love him

And then there’s problem number 2) you’re incredibly strong for a werewolf and Al’s a little afraid you might be able to take him down if he tries anything funny

And though Allen doesn’t have to worry about you not loving him or leaving him, he can’t have you the way he really wants you since you’d definitely could send him into a late grave

Allen would definitely concede to the best of his abilities and not completely take you and lock you away from everyone

He’d definitely try some mind games on you though, and try to occupy your time as much as vampirically possible

And after some time he’d probably consider changing you or attempting to change you so you could be with him forever, even if it makes you hate him

He just can’t bare the thought of living without you

Oliver

As yandere as he is Oliver has never truly considered locking you away

He’s not much of a fighter and every tactic he could use to get you and keep you would make him very unhappy to use

All of those plans include heavy drugs and poisons since you’re a werewolf and much stronger than he actually is

And he doesn’t much care for the idea of keeping you drugged and high since it might mean he’d never see you happily frolic or smile at him again

That is simply a sight Oliver cannot live without anymore

So he would never attempt to physically cage you, but he’d try to emotionally cage you

Always has an excuse to why he needs you home and why you can’t go out with your pack anymore or go hunting with them

Maybe sometimes gives small doses of drugs in food or drink so that your more complacent and easy to convince

Would regretfully drug you the day he decides to attempt to change you into a vampire/werewolf-vampire mix

He cant have you fighting back or saying no, that is the only day Oliver might get violent and super controlling towards you

He just needs you to stay with him forever so badly he wouldn’t mind shedding a bit of your blood

Oliver just gets so paranoid and scared one day you’ll never come back from seeing your pack so he has to do something, anything, that will keep you with him

Matt

As I’ve stated before Matt is a more lax and chill yandere

So he’d be more apt to just tell you he wants you home a lot and that he wants to spend forever with you

And with the fact that your incredibly strong even for a werewolf and could most definitely match him in a fight makes him a bit nervous to be sneaky with you

Tho he is confident he could take you, especially is Kuma(?) was around to help lock you up

Matt does psychologically mess with you

Just to make you more dependent on him and more likely to agree with him

He does this until he’s positive you’d agree immediately once asked if you want to become a vampire like him

He wants it to be as consensual as possible since he does love you and your innocent puppy personality and doesn’t want to corrupt it too much by having to physically force you while he changes you

Matt wants to keep you as authentic as he possibly can while keeping you all to himself

Francois

Absolutely hates this predicament

Out of everyone he could’ve easily loved it had to be an energetic, powerful werewolf that he couldn’t manipulate or overpower easily

Francois curses his bad luck in choosing a partner, but loves you never the less

Francois would end up coming up with an elaborate plan to lock you up after completely gaining your trust

Though he knows you love him, he knows you’re wary of him being a vampire even now

And he thinks your smart for being wary, but it honestly amuses him that him being a vampire should really be the least of your worries

He’d have you chained in only a few weeks after planning it out, keeping your shifting/breaking out at bay with drugs and strong silver bounds as well as keeping you far away from the moon and it’s light

Francois wouldn’t change you immediately

He honestly likes you being a werewolf and not soulless and hell-bound like him

But he might change his mind if you start getting more aggressive or show signs of breaking out

Francois can’t lose you, you make him feel happy even if you scream obscenities at him for locking you up

Viktor

Honestly he gets kind of pissy when he thinks about this perdicament

He’s a vampire ffs and yet he hesitates to take you, a literal ball of sunshine and energy, all for himself because you’re scarily powerful and dangerous

It really rubs him the wrong way to think about it

Viktor is no coward, however, so he’s going to make a very calculated plan to get you all for himself

Once he gets you, he confines you as well as he can somewhere far away from your pack, possibly even gets rid of them if he has the time

Viktor is not likely to drug you, he’s not very fond of that unlike some of the others

He will torture you in anyway he sees fit, even if he loses his precious ball of sunshine in the process, to him it’s just an unfortunate but needed loss in his plan

He changes you very quickly

Him changing you breaks your ties to the pack, if they’re still alive, and makes you weaker and easier to deal with and keep

Viktor does love you, and that’s why he has to keep you like this for the rest of your lives

Zao

Zao is a simple man with a simple plan

He just gets relatively comfortable with you and then boom, druggy time

He doesn’t care if you don’t act like yourself anymore

To him it’s all the same and as long as he doesn’t have to deal with you in your super strong werewolf form he figures your personality is an acceptable loss

Zao really did love your sunshine personality tho so sometimes it does bum him out that he’ll never see you like that again

Probably didn’t consider changing you until wayyy after kidnapping you

I’m talking like a year or more before he realizes that’s a thing he could do

When he changes you nothing much changes

He notices you’re a bit weaker and more lethargic after the bite, but your about the same as before after a few weeks so he figures you’re perfectly fine and frozen in time like he is

Luciano

So angry and vocal about the situation

Like why did you have to be the most perfect creature he’s ever seen? Why did you have to be so strong and clever?

So salty about it

Luciano would try to not lock you up, but the second someone looks at you the wrong way it’s to the basement with you and the death of whoever dared trying something with his darling

He’s not above drugging you but would prefer not to if you just behaved so he didn’t have to

Doesn’t consider changing you for a long time

Luciano is almost in love with the fact that you’re so fragile that the passage of time would make you weak

He’d eventually change you before you got really old because at the end of the day he realized he couldn’t live without you

Lutz

Lutz is so in love with you but so frustrated with what you are

He’s strong, but lazy

He could match you, maybe even overpower you if he really tried, but it’s so frustrating that the one thing he wants doesn’t come with ease

If you’d’ve been any other creature, or god even better human, he would have no trouble stealing you away

But of course you were a werewolf who everyone loved and watched out for

Lutz would get so frustrated with himself and think himself into exhaustion many nights thinking of a no hassle way to get you home with him forever

Of course he finally does it while you’re sleeping thanks to some super strong sedatives he slipped you

He would consider changing you before you woke up or before the sedatives wore off just so everything would be so much easier on him and you’d be too high and out of it to ever really question him

So Lutz would naturally go with that plan, he bites you after settling you down in your forever prison

He does it out of possession more than needing you forever, Lutz just wants your pack and every other vampire and werewolf out there to know that your his forever

Kuro

Kuro loves the idea of you more than he actually loves you

He loves the power and status he’d get from changing and keeping

Of course he still is madly in love with you, but he’s more so in love with his power fantasy

Kuro would love to just waltz in and take you, but even he can admit that he would barely match you in a fight and he certainly can’t take on you and the rest of your pack at the same time

So he lures you to his home as sweetly as he possibly can

There he quickly knocks you out and chains you away

He’s likely to play with you for a week or maybe even as long as a couple of months before he decides it’s no longer fun and just wants you to be his forever

Having some decency Kuro would attempt to ask you if you consented to being changed

If you said no or put up a fight he simply knock you out and do what needs to be done

If you agree you’re playing right into his sick little fantasy as he sees this as a sign that he’s completely tamed you now, both mentally and physically

[skyholding]

FFXIV A’onisya One-Shot // Windy Day

It’s been a minute, but I finally finished the next piece of A’on’s playlist one-shots--her arrival in Limsa Lominsa, and finally matching up with the main story! I promise friends, laughs, and carbuncle shenanigans--both sneaky and not-sneaky. Please enjoy! <3

Song: Windy Day by OH MY GIRL

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Despite cheeks red and raw from a wind chilly with salt, she couldn't stop smiling.

She'd never been in a city before. She earned strange looks as she skipped across the stone walls out of the Hawker's Alley crowds rather than the cobblestone walkways. Jewel leapt along, keeping pace two steps behind with lightness to his steps.

Barely a whole day in Limsa Lominsa, and already she'd had her first adventure.

--

"Ye've come with a mind to try yer 'and at adventurin', I reckon! The name's Baderon. Fresh from home, are ye?"

"Oh, uh—yes, I am! Is it that obvious?"

" 'Twas the clothes tipped me off, right out of the northern territ'ries, aye? But ye've already got a friend there, I see—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is—"

"Emerald carbuncle, aye? Haha, yes, I see quite a bit of 'em! Stick around 'ere and you'll 'em pass by often 'nough.  Have ye tried the arcanist's guild yet?"

"A... guild? You mean there's others like me?"

"Others?! Why, ye can't sneeze what and not get a wind blade in yer face from a passin' 'buncle! Troublesome fellas sometimes, like ye 'venturers."

"Oh, I don't mean to cause trouble—"

"Aye, lass, I'm just teasin' ye! Take that lift up. Far end of Hawker's Alley.  I'm sure the guild's got some trouble ye can get up to. And you need anythin', you come see ol' Baderon 'ere at the Wench. I'll make sure you're taken care of, lass."

 --

She got turned round six ways to seven looking for the arcanist's guild, but each street was as delightful as the last. At one point she ended up in a far corner that she was quite sure was on the opposite end of the world from the guild, and found herself surrounded by uniformed individuals.

For a second she panicked, certain she had wandered somewhere she wasn't allowed. She was about to leave when a call caught her ear.

 "Excuse me! I say, miss, excuse me! Might I borrow a moment of your time?"

The voice was coming from a small group just outside the entrance. A young elezen man waved at her, his face lit with a smile. A miqo'te who looked around her own age stood on his right, arms crossed, rolling her eyes. On his left was a burly sea wolf roegadyn and a dark-skinned lalafell with sharp green eyes. The roegadyn and lalefell had hung their uniform tops along the rock railings, and were glowering at each other.

A'onisya hesitated for a moment, long enough for Jewel to take off running towards the group. The waving elezen smiled at the carbuncle. "Well, at least this fellow knows what he w-ANTS—" He lurched to the side as Jewel barreled towards the drink clutched in his other hand.

"Jewel, no!" A'on screeched as she took off after him. "Oh, gods, I'm so sorry—"

The other miqo'te's laughter cut A'on off. "Don't be! The last time Franz looked that panicked, a bloodshore bell decided to make a nest on his head!"

"That bloodshore bell was going to suck out my brains, thank you very much," Franz huffed, holding his drink high above Jewel, who whined pathetically.

"He could take it if he really wanted, he's just lazy," A'on said, tapping Jewel's side with her toe.

"Sounds like someone we know," the roegadyn growled.

"I am not lazy. Is this the physique of someone lazy?" the lalafell protested. A'on couldn't help but watch him as he struck various poses, all of them equally unimpressive.

"Swift was just joking, Yisha," the miqo'te said. Catching A'onisya's eye, she winked. "My name's D'zheja, by the by. Sorry to have dragged you into our madness."

"This is hardly madness! This is an important issue that, as leader, I will not allow to compromise our team. An outsider's opinion is just what we need to settle this." Franz nodded to A'onisya, while D'zheja just shook her head.

"If it'll make ye stop yammerin', Franz, so be it," the roegadyn said. She sized A'onisya up, and A'on swore she felt her own almost nonexistent muscles deflate further in the presence of the roegadyn's impressive physique. "Swift Axe's m'name, lass. This glowerin' fellow there  is Yisha ya Sha."

"A pleasure," the lalafell sniffed.

"What—so what exactly do you want my opinion on?" A'onisya asked, finding herself smiling at the odd group.

Franz opened his mouth to reply, but Yisha said, "Swift accused me of laziness because I would not take part in the morning training exercises."

"I believe 'couch potato' was the exact phrasing," Franz interjected.

"Whatever it was—"

"—I just wanted to be accurate!—"

"—it is insulting. I do not need to run six laps to and from Summerford Farms carrying two buckets filled with rocks. My magic is not dependent on the size of my biceps, unlike those of you who do little else than swing around an axe two times the size of myself."

"Aye, 'tis all I do," Swift Axe grumbled.

It was then that A'on's eyes trailed over the assorted weapons amongst the equally assorted group—an absurdly large axe, glinting in the sunlight, was leaning against the rocks next to a petite staff with dark metal coiled around a green emerald. Swift's and Yisha's weapons, clearly. Franz had a delicate-looking curled wand hanging from his belt, and two daggers dangled from each of D'zheja's hips.

"So... you wanna know who's stronger, or something?" she asked. "Isn't there  a way to test that out?"

"That's what I was saying—there's perfectly fine striking dummies just outside Summerford. Let 'em beat those things up—or each other, if they want," D'zheja snorted.

"Yes, but now your thought has been echoed by our valuable unbiased visitor!" Franz said. "That is, ah—I don't think we've gotten your name, my friend?"

"A'onisya Dehf, sir."

"A'onisya! A fine name for a fine lady with a fine plan. Would you care to accompany us to this test of strength just outside the city walls?"

A'oniysa glanced at the others, who looked a her with mixed expressions of amusement, laughter, warmth, and a slight bit of apology. "Why not? Sounds like fun."

"Excellent! I accept this challenge!" Yisha cried, and pointed at Swift. "For once and for all I shall prove my fire as bright as—nay, brighter than—your blows! You shall witness the power of the mind overwhelm the power of the musc—"

"Stop yammerin' and put your shirts on, weirdos," D'zheja interrupted, tossing the lalafell and roegadyn their jackets. "Before Dehf over there runs while she can."

--

"All right, gang. We've got two dummies, same make, all lined up. The quickest destroyer of their dummy is... uh, well, the winner, I suppose?"

"That's one word for it, I guess," D'zheja said, rolling her eyes as Franz coughed. He made a final inspection of the dummies, and apparently satisfied, jogged back to rejoin the group. "Are you prepared—Swift, Yisha?"

"Since the day I was born," Yisha said, cracking his neck and readying his onyx staff.

"Aye, aye," Swift Axe said with a shrug, leaning on her axe hilt and eyeing the striking dummy across the field.

Sitting next to D'zheja, with Jewel curled up on the ground at her elbow, A'on looked from Swift to Yisha to the dummies. She had seen hunters back home, of course, and had hunted herself, but she'd never watched actual fighting. D'zheja had filled her in on the details during their walk to Summerford Farms—they were a new squadron the Maelstrom, not long out of training. Franz had been around longer, she said, but they were his first team. "I think he's trying to make up for his inexperience with sheer enthusiasm," she whispered, which made A'onisya chuckle, but she had to sympathize with the elezen's newfound responsibility.

"Who shall begin, then?" Franz inquired, eyes darting from Swift to Yisha.

"Ladies first?" Yisha said, sweeping his hand in Swift's direction.

Swift rolled her eyes, but grunted consent. She hefted her axe off her shoulders and positioned both her hands along its hilt, shifting its weight easily. A'on was quite sure she'd never even get the hilt off the ground if she attempted to hold the axe herself, let alone swing it. The roegadyn, however, hefted the weapon with the fluidity of a monk's fists.            

Her eyes locked onto the straw dummy, she let out a roar that A'on not only heard, but felt—rippling through the grass, pushing her back slightly. She could have sworn she saw a red glow dance along Swift's skin and down the axe, unless it was merely some trick of the sunlight. Before she could decide, Swift had bounded forward, muscled legs pumping—four massive strides brought her toe-to-toe with the defenseless dummy, upon which she brought down a single slice of the axe's blade.

Tremors shuddered through the ground as the axe head embedded itself into the dirt, the dummy cut cleanly in half, spilling guts of straw from its broken bindings. The straw along the cut was burnt and blackened, and chunks of dirt had blown out from where the axe had landed.

"Excellent display, Swift! As always, of course," Franz exclaimed, clapping madly from the large boulder had perched on to watch the proceedings.

"One. Cut." A'on had been staring so hard at the striking dummy that she did not notice Swift's return. She looked at the roagedyn woman, whose face displayed as little as if she had merely cut a sandwich in half for lunch. "Now imagine... a little lalafell there instead," Swift mused, sizing the striking dummy up and down and admiring her handiwork.

"Ha, ha," Yisha said, twirling the staff in his hands before bringing it to rest at his hip. "Now allow me to demonstrate the sharpness—of my mind."

"Gods, can you just get on with it already?" D'zheja groaned. She poked A'on in the side and grinned. A'on rolled her eyes back, eliciting a chuckle from the other miqo'te. Feeling movement on her right, A'on saw that Jewel had sat up and was now watching the action attentively, his black nose twitching.

"Always in such a rush," Yisha muttered, stepping into place several yards away from his own dummy. He sized up the straw-man, then lifted the ornate staff in one hand, balancing the weight perfectly with the emerald aloft. He brought the staff back, crouching. A'on realized he was building power, preparing to thrust the staff forward and unleash his spell—

The dummy spun as if in a gale, twisting and writing on its pike. The group watched as fierce winds buffeted the straw, like a contained tornado had come to rest in its center. Then, after several seconds of thrashing and the howl of wind filling their ears, the attack was over, and the dummy stood still.

For a moment they were silent. Then Franz jogged over to inspect the dummy.

"It, uh—well, it seems to be missing a few... strands?" he called back.

"An interesting display, Yisha," D'zheja said, lifting her eyebrows. "I didn't know thaumaturges were learning wind magic. Unless you’re dabbling in conjury these days?"

"That—that's not what I—"

"Though if I was trying to win a contest, I don't think I'd've used a spell I was still learnin'." D'zheja grinned toothily, settling her hands on the hilts of her daggers. "Still, neat to show us, yeah?" She reached down and scratched Jewel behind the ears. He leaned into her scritches and chirped as if in agreement.

"Though perhaps, admittedly, I believe we would all agree—not quite as, ah, life-ending as Swift's exhibition," Franz offered, having by now returned to them. "Does our fine A'onisya agree with this, being our impartial judge?"

He gestured to A'on, who managed, "I—I mean, I don't know much about that kind of stuff, but yeah, I'd say that sounds right, you know?"

Franz nodded. "As your leader, Yisha, I would suggest considering fire next time? Especially considering the inherent weakness of... straw."

"I—I didn't—" Yisha continued to stammer, his voice cut off this time by Swift kneeling down and slinging an arm across his shoulders. The lalafell staggered under her weight, and Swift laughed uproariously.

"Be a good sport, Yisha! Did your best, and I've no ill will against your magics. But now we know..." here she stopped to allow herself a small smirk, "...who's gonna be runnin' with us at mornin' drills from now on." Yisha sighed, hanging his head, as A'on, D'zheja, and Franz joined in Swift's laughter.

 --

A'onisya accompanied the squadron back to the Drowning Wench for drinks, and it wasn't until her second mug of barley water that she remembered.

"Oh, Azeyma bless, I was looking for the arcanist guild!" she burst out, slamming her drink down and wincing when droplets of water splashed through the air and directly onto Yisha sitting next to her. He merely sighed and dabbed at the water with his napkin, apparently resigned to his fate for the day, which included watching morosely as Jewel scarfed down the king-sized meat pie he had ordered. D'zheja's gaze shifted from watching Jewel delightedly to staring at A'on. "What, when you stumbled into the barracks? You serious?"

"Yes!"

"Were you really? Because you should you know weren't anywhere near the guild," Franz commented while taking an impressive swig out of his pint. Even Swift looked at the elezen with some amount of admiration. "Well, no matter!" Franz flicked his large napkin and dabbed at his mouth. "We'll make sure you get there straightaway this time round."

As Franz lifted his empty mug and looked for a waitress, Swift plucked the cup out of his hand and said, "You won't be makin' sure like this, sir. A'on's a smart girl, I'm sure she'll be fine."

"But that's how I got lost the first time!" A'on protested. She had turned her attention to pulling Jewel out of Yisha's meat pie, much to the carbuncle's protestations, but finally he abandoned his decimated prey and wriggled onto the floor next to her.

Feeling a warm hand on her shoulder, A'on twisted to see D'zheja leaning over, her grin wide. "I'll make sure she gets there, no prob. Then when I come back, it's another round on me!"

"Most excellent! As leader, I approve! Huzzah!" Franz exclaimed. He groped for his mug, nearly falling out of his chair as Swift pulled it further out of reach.

"Why've you got such long arms then, you goof?" the roegadyn muttered. She nodded at D'zheja, then finally at A'on. "Good meetin' you, kid. I'm sure we'll see you round, if you're stickin' to these parts."

A'on smiled back. "I'm thinking I might, yeah."

"Then certainly we will." To her left, Yisha stuck out a hand. He had puffed out his chest with all the air of a wounded but proud nobleman. "A pleasure, Miss Dehf." She returned the handshake warmly.

"You know, A'onisya," Franz said as A'onisya turned to leave with D'zheja. "I think you're gonna do some great things here in Limsa. Maybe even have a squadron of your own someday! Quite—quite possibly, I'd say—why, quite likely, in fact!"

A'on laughed. "I don't know about that, but—"

"You never know," D'zheja finished, poking her in the side with a hearty wink.

 --

D'zheja took  her as far as the main aetheryte, then pointed her down the main alley past the vendors and shops to where the arcanist guild was nestled. A'on could just make out the arcanist's sign, ensuring she wouldn't lose her way this time. She hugged her new friend tightly, a gesture D'zheja returned with enthusiasm.

"Franz can be weird, but I think he's got it right this time," she said as they pulled away. "I have a feeling I'll be hearing a lot about you. But you know, you're more than welcome to swing by the barracks and tell us all about your adventures here in Limsa. We'll be cheerin' for you!"

She waved good-bye as A'on, returning the wave over her shoulder, jogged down the cobblestones with Jewel skipping in her wake.

She couldn't stop smiling. Barely a day in Limsa Lominsa, and already she'd had her first adventure... and made her first friends.