#Ratio gives him what he wants but in a way that he hopes might help to soothe some of the turmoil in his heart

[skitterjitter]

Aventurine does not say he loves Ratio. instead, he smiles and says “a kiss for good luck, doctor?”

Veritas says he loves Kakavasha, but Dr Ratio kisses beneath each eye and whispers “tibi optimam felicitem volo”

[exuvianen]

dating hc's with dr. ratio, aventurine + blade!

headcanons about what these hsr men do in a relationship witth you <3

cw: x reader, gn! reader (no physical descriptions), mostly fluff, sfw, headcanon style

notes: hsr brainrot… ahahaha... i hope i have a fairly good grasp on these characters and wrote them well. 

wc: ~1050 words, around 350 words per character. all under the cut!

feel free to drop an ask or to add on to my thoughts! likes + rbs are appreciated  <3

✎ Dr. Ratio:

He likes parallel play, or being alone together with you. He works on his own projects, like grading papers or writing a new thesis while you’re doing your own thing, like playing video games or reading. Occasionally, he might ask you for your input, such as ideas about his next thesis or what pose he should sculpt himself into next. 

He has a spare desk and chair for you in his office. You can choose to do work or entertain yourself there when you visit him and he’s still teaching a lecture, but feel free to take a nap on the plush sofa he bought just for you. 

He will nag you about your health but in an annoyingly endearing way. He fusses over you, telling you about appropriate attire for today’s weather, offering you an umbrella, and reminding you to drink water. 

He entertains all your ideas, no matter how silly or illogical. He’ll hear you out on anything you say, though he might have some very strong disagreements or objections to your ideas, especially if they are silly or completely nonsensical. However, he never turns you away when you bound up to him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes - he just sighs and prepares himself mentally to hear whatever goofiness comes out of your mouth. 

He’s your biggest cheerleader, supporter, and advocate. Though he may come off as intimidating, he is always willing to help advance your career or work. He has many connections and vast knowledge of the universe after all - why not utilize them for his beloved? 

He’s very good at dispelling any irrational thoughts in your head. If you’re panicking and your mind is disoriented, he’ll sit next to you and hold your hand gently, but firmly to ground you. He doesn’t speak at all when you vent out all your frustration, confusion, or anger - rather, he’s silently contemplative and then asks questions when you finish talking. He’ll indirectly guide you to a solution while gently calming you down as he dispels those pesky thoughts from your head.

He makes a custom alabaster head for you. 

♤ Aventurine:

A big fan of matching accessories and clothing. You don’t need to wear the exact same outfit, but he likes wearing complementary colors and jewelry to yours.

If you’d like, he’d be more than happy to bring you to casinos and public events with him. He wants to show off to you and let you witness his wit, talent, and skill like a peacock presenting its colorful feathers. 

He likes it a lot when you trace his skin through the spade-shaped hole in his outfit.

He hates the feeling of being vulnerable, but he likes being around you. This creates conflicting emotions inside of him. Oftentimes, he doesn’t know how to deal with it and just lurks by you. Pull him into a hug to quiet the voices in his head. 

He will send you packages or luxury items from the planets he’s visiting. You’ll be greeting a disgruntled Topaz or IPC soldiers at your door as they hand you various gifts ranging from limited-edition jewelry to flowers that bloom only once every 200 amber eras. He gifts extremely grand things, but he always knows how to find things that suit your tastes.

He’s a big spender on you. If you’re unused to the amount of money he’s willing to throw at you, he’s going to give you a lot of “exposure therapy” with his generosity. He’ll invite you to private auctions, lavish galas, luxury boutiques, and high-end jewelry stores. He’ll start filling your wardrobe with tailor-made clothes with the excuse that you should match his outfits when you attend formal events together, but his clothing contributions eventually infiltrate your closet pretty deeply. 

He enjoys being pampered and pampering you. Self-care nights are a must - as a representative of the IPC and one of the ten Stonehearts, he has to keep himself presentable and looking sharp, and that goes for his partner too! He’s more than happy to spend money to fund your trips to the salon or buy you any beauty products to use at home. He’d love to put on face masks together and share a drink or two with you. 

☠︎︎ Blade:

If you want to, and Elio’s script permits, he will bring you along on missions to safer planets. He’ll drop you off at a commercial district - feel free to go shopping or try out some novelty food while he wraps up his Stellaron Hunter business.

He likes getting his hair brushed. One of his favorite activities is sitting down and letting you comb through his hair after he cleans up from a mission. It’s an activity that leaves him vulnerable, but he doesn’t mind if it’s with you.

He’s an acts of service kind of guy. He moves to take your bags before you even say anything, holds open doors, and pulls out chairs for you. Brings you a cup of water and some fruit when you’ve been working for too long, and silently drapes his jacket over you when you shiver.

Tell him you like a certain pastry and he’ll show up every day and bring some. Show him a picture of a pretty flower and he’s boarding a spaceship to bring the flower to you personally. If you want something, he’ll do his best to get it.

He’s pretty quiet, but he’ll remember everything you say, what your preferences are, and what you like. He secretly writes it down in case his memory gets murky, and he’ll often reread his notes to remind himself.

He gives simple but traditional gifts to you, such as jade bracelets and pendants, and combs and hairpins if you have longer hair to wear or use them.*

He’ll treasure anything you gift to him. If you make an accessory for him, he wears it at all times. If your gift is small enough, he’ll stow it safely in his pockets and take it everywhere with him.

If family is important to you, he’ll send funds their way and ensure that they’re taken care of. 

As someone who’s often dead and then undead, his body can get stiff. He’ll enjoy it immensely if you massage him, and accompany him for his daily stretches and calisthenics. Even if you just hold him for a while, he finds that his muscles will relax from the warmth emitting from your body. Therefore, he quite appreciates having you physically near him.

* Combs, hairpins, Jade bracelets, and pendants were given as tokens of love and affection in Ancient China. These gifts have a deeper meaning/symbolism, but for the sake of post length, I did not write them all out. 

[draconic-desire]

Ad Experimentum

Yandere Dr. Ratio x Reader

Veritas catches you reading one of your dirty books.

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, forced imprisonment, NSFW scenes being read aloud, Dr. Ratio being a dick as always

Within the confines of Veritas’s home, you feel like a mouse in a maze, reduced to a caged animal, always under scrutiny and experimentation.

Escape is impossible. Dr. Ratio has ensured that you’re never out of his reach, even though he acts as if you are the burden and he didn’t kidnap you and imprison you in his home. Sometimes you wonder why he even keeps you; surely he has better things to do than to quip at your inadequacy or lack of genius. But alas, the pretentious prick seems keen on pushing every one of your buttons to see how you tick. You might even call it intimacy if he wasn’t so clinical and judgmental about it all.

Because physical escape is impossible, you’ve turned to escaping within the confines of your own mind.

Books provided the perfect retreat. You’ve since abandoned any non-fiction to focus on fantasy, to worlds that effortlessly whisk you away. Novels that depict true, romantic love, not the twisted ownership you’ve grown used to. Like you’re some pet to be controlled and prodded at, like Pavlov’s dog, waiting and drooling for its master’s hand at the ring of a bell.

So, in your hopes to feel something real, you’ve started to delve into stories that are a bit…spicier.

With the latest read in your hand, your eyes skim hungrily over the pages as the tension between the protagonists builds. The lovers begin to undress each other, the one spreading his partner’s pussy as she grinds into his hand—

Veritas effortlessly plucks the book from your hands, earning a cry of protest. You try to snatch it back, but, with the help of his towering height, he dangles it just out of reach. “What in the heavens is this?”

The way he holds the book between his thumb and pointer finger, as if merely touching it would taint his self-proclaimed perfect set of knowledge, was almost comedic. You would laugh if he wasn’t such a condescending asshole.

Instead, you scowl. “Give it back.”

He merely hums and turns the novel in his hands, inspecting the cover. Licking his thumb, he flips to your bookmarked page and begins reading aloud. “My hand caressed her core as I speared her with two, thick fingers. She moaned and arched into my palm in response, causing my cock to twitch in anticipation. God, I wanted to taste her arousal. Her pussy was perfect, so wet and tight and ready for me to claim, to fuck.”

Embarrassment rages across your cheeks like a burn. You fling yourself at him, pounding your fists against his chest when he lifts the book out of your reach easily. “Stop, just stop.”

Amused, Dr. Ratio continues to narrate the scene in painstaking detail. “I lowered my head, letting my tongue swirl around her clit and rendering her voice to nothing but pitiful mewls. She tasted like heaven, like my own personal feast. I buried my tongue in her, then, and held her hips as she bucked into my mouth, begging for release—”

“I will do anything,” you beg, face in your palms, “just please stop.”

Finally, mercifully, Veritas closes the book and lowers it down enough for you to snatch it back. You cradle it against your chest, heart pounding and palms sweaty with a chaotic blend of shame, anger, and relief that it was over.

“This is what you indulge in while I’m working? Though you are hardly an intellectual exception, I believed you to be above this brain-rotting nonsense, (Y/n).”

In spite of your embarrassment, you boldly meet his golden eyes. “And what do you care? I enjoy it, and it’s not meant for you. Go stick your nose in a dictionary for all I care.”

“At least I’d be learning something,” he sneers in return, looking down his nose at you. He sniffs, tilting his chin up. “What do those books have that I can’t offer you?”

You still, observing his features. Now that the fun of teasing you has worn off, his eyes flare with loathing. With a jolt, you realize it is not aimed at you but at…the book?

Wordlessly, you glance between Dr. Ratio and your novel. Then, a stilted laugh escapes your lips. “Wait.. Are you seriously jealous of a book?”

“Don’t be preposterous,” he scoffs, though you notice his white-knuckled grip against the back of the armchair you were previously lounging in. “I would never stoop so low as to associate myself with that plebeian filth. I simply wanted to ascertain your reaction to it being read aloud.”

You resist the desperate urge to roll your eyes. “Fine, then. Please leave me to my uneducated filth.” You spin around, intent on finding a new place to finish your reading.

“Not so fast.” Veritas is on you quicker than a cobra, large hands gripping both your shoulders. “Perhaps all is not lost. We may yet transform this circumstance into an educational opportunity for you.”

A chill runs down your spine at the heavy touch, and a sudden sense of foreboding warns you to run. You’re all too aware you’re the mouse being fed to the snake in this moment.

Veritas spins you to face him, eyes slowly trailing down your form, as if taking you in with a new perspective. “I believe an experiment is due.”

You go rigid. “I’m sorry?”

“If you’re so intent on reading about all those fantasies in your books, let’s go ahead and put them to the test, shall we?”

At his clear implication, you yelp and make a run for it. In that moment Veritas strikes, fisting your hair with one hand and cupping your chin with the other as he presses your body flush against his own. You can already feel his hard desire digging into your back.

“Here’s my hypothesis,” he purrs in your ear. “I predict that by the end of tonight, you too will be begging for my cum, whether you want to or not.”

His theory, as always, was proven to be correct.

[grimm-writings]

OH SHIT I BETTER SEND THIS IN QUICK uhhh can i get some dr. ratio or screwllum cuddling/general fluff? im very tired and i think that could fix me

- i think you know who this is 💜

warmth

…ft! dr. ratio, screwllum x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, lotsa snuggling!!!!, non sexual nudity (ratio)

…wc! 323; 412; = 735

…notes! MY FRIEND I KNOW YOU!!!! ❣️ty for the request here it is!!! small and cute <3 also!! give it up for the new character banners!!! lmk if you liiiike <3

Veritas Ratio

“Care to join me?”

Veritas’s voice reaches your ears.  You glance up at him, his figure relaxed in his bathtub through the bathroom door.  His head is thrown back to look back at you.

“Sorry?” You clarify, folding a book closed over your thumb.

“You’re exhausted, evidently, seeing as how you haven’t moved on from that page in a number of minutes.”

Your face flushes in embarrassment.  Nothing can get past your lover’s keen observations.

No use in arguing, you rationalise that Veritas has a point (like always).  You slip off your clothes and join him in the bathtub.  His hands land on your shoulders and rub down reassuringly.  He’s welcoming you to relax – surprisingly tender, gentle.

As he rubs in some body wash, Veritas’s voice sinks you further into relaxation; “care to explain why you’ve been neglecting your rest?”

“It’s not like I’ve been wanting to,” you reply.

“That doesn’t answer my query, love.”

You sigh as you feel Veritas kiss the top of your head.  You explain everything – your stresses as of late, and the overwhelming urge to just sleep forever.  You’re so tired.

He hums in thought, violet hair falling in front of coral eyes.  Oddly unmanaged in such an intimate place.  “We can figure out some ways to rectify that later.  For now, allow me to take care of you.  Is that alright?”

A small giggle slips from your lips – Veritas is always asking permission.  If you were anyone else, he wouldn’t be so soothing.  It’s nice to know that you were special in that way.  A warmth teasing to consume you whole as Veritas washes and rinses you down.

Yes, and it shall continue to grow as you are entangled in sheets later, his strong arms wrapped around your body.  Rest.  What was once unfamiliar becomes so easy with Veritas helping you.

You are inclined to believe that you had the best sleep of your life that night.

Screwllum

“Would I really be all that comfortable?”

“Oh shush, you’re plenty comfortable.”

Screwllum sighs (or at least makes a similar sound to one) at your refusal to accept that he might not be the greatest snuggle partner in the world.  It’s no secret that he’s a gentleman in every sense of the word, but something like cuddling…

You can’t say he doesn’t try, resting your head on your chest and a hand in your hair.  He pets you softly as another arm is lazily resting over your back.  This way you wouldn’t really feel any metal underneath the layers of clothes.

“I hope you realise that I can feel how tense you are,” you hum from buried into the ruffles of Screwllum’s shirt.

“A-Apologies, I’m trying my best—”

“Are you nervous?”

As soon as you bring up the question, Screwllum’s already blank face seems to somehow blank more.  Even if he is inexpressive, the message speaks volumes.

Fans whir louder in the silence.

You can’t help but burst into giggles.  “I can’t believe it!  All ready to fluster me with hand kisses and whatnot, but you fall apart as soon as we lay together!”

Screwllum stutters, trying to find some way to acquire his dignity back.  “I just wish to please you… I’m not exactly the most popular choice for a romantic partner…”

“But you’re my choice,” you shoot back, leaning up to place a kiss on Screwllum’s face plate, the one where a mouth normally would be.  The fans only prove a traitor to Screwllum as they whir louder.

The genius can only silently accept his fate as you smother him with kisses all over his metal encasing.  “Dare I ask—” he’s cut off by one of your many mwahs!  “Why do you torture me so…?”

You lean back, resting your chin on Screwllum’s chest again with a satisfied grin.

“When you get all shy, you get toastier.”  You snuggle closer into a hug.  “This is why you’re the best cuddler – you warm me up!”

Screwllum doesn’t react at first save for the heat dispelling from his body.  Then dignified yet comfortable laughter slips through.  You feel something land on the top of your head.  You look up to see that your lover has placed his hat on your head and is ruffling your hair through it.

“Whatever will I do with you…?”  He asks aloud.

“Snuggle me, maybe.”  You cheekily grin.

Screwllum hums.  “Well, suppose I’ll just have to comply.”

[drabblejester]

Sampo, Ratio, Boothill and Argenti with a female reader who is sweet, kind, and caring girl has an alter ego who is violent, cruel, and occasionally even sadistic to her enemies

how VARIOUS HSR GUYS would react to your FUCKED UP AND EVIL ALTER EGO!

requested by: anon :3

pairings: sampo, ratio, boothill, argenti x fem!reader (can be taken as gn!reader too)

content warnings: mentions of violence

comments: oughh yummy … i put this one in a bulletlist i hope thagts alright my liege. i don’t know how alter egos work that well so i bs’d it up </3

DR. RATIO:

unless you are actively going to hurt him, he wouldn’t mind TOO much

don’t get me wrong he’d still call you violent and such when you slip into the ego, and he’d absolutely try to restrain you from harming people

but i mean. if you’re not affecting him or someone close to him, he’s okay with it

he treasures your ‘normal’ self equally to your ‘altered’ self, finding both of them interesting

he wants to study you like a bug. like he REALLY wants to figure it all out. talk to him about it!!! he’d listen very well

SAMPO:

i’m not even gonna lie he’s probably so scared. keeping his distance like a scared little dog

he’d be FREAKED out the first time you slip into the ego, wondering if he made you upset with anything. he treats you so nicely during the ego and ofc when you slip out of it

even after you explain it all to him, he still gets nervous and gives you extra chocolate and flowers when you’re in the ego

HOWEVER, he might help you in your antics! particularly if it’s against someone he doesn’t like

you two are a great team, both crazy mode and normal mode <3

BOOTHILL:

he’s also concerned, less scared but more just ‘man what the hell happened here’

he watches you while you tear through a crowd of IPC, happily cheering you on before he jumps in to help.

to help you with your violent tendencies in the ego, he tracks down the nearest IPC groups for you to obliterate

becomes the ULTIMATE hypeman during this too, winding you up and letting you go absolutely CRAZY on a bunch of people while smiling the whole time

and afterwards he cleans you up and wipes the blood off of your shoes, gives you a nice little bath, and helps you to bed (assuming you’re tired after all of that)

ARGENTI:

he’d absolutely be like ‘stop!! this isn’t like you!! look at me!!’ like, he’d get physically in the way between you and whoever you want to fight

it probably doesn’t work. so he just picks you up and runs away with you slung over his shoulder, praying to idrila that you don’t bite him or something

he brings you home and BEGS you to talk about it. what made you mad, what he can do, etc. after you communicate, he buys you a punching bag for you to put your energy out on

sometimes he’ll just wake up in the middle of the night only to hear you going BATSHIT on that punching bag. at least he can sleep well knowing you aren’t hurting other people

similarly to boothill he will happily set you loose on someone dirtying the name of idrila though. go my scarab!

enjoy the snacks my liege..

[nilboxes]

I didn't know who to say this too but i was about to explode thinking about this and you are one of the few people in hsr fandom that i trust to understand ratio so my apologies to be dumping this on you all of a sudden but... I think Ratio's technique is so interesting in a way and speaks more about him than people give it credit for. Like...creating a fake version of himself that aggros the enemy is already very meta of how hsr fandom tends to see him, esp with the number of people that started hating him after that "betrayal" scene in 2.1 xD And it makes me wonder about his voiceline where he says something like "im fine with showing my true self if it helps me teach students/cures patients but i find that doing so is counterproductive most of the time"...wdym "true self" sir...and why are your character details completely devoid of any details from your own pov...and why do you get so evasive when anyone tries to ask about your past (going by that one interview when someone asked him what he was like as a child and he's just like "what a silly question, i was a normal boy")...it seems to me the princess is hiding something...

Thank you for your ask OP! It's really interesting to think about your question, and I'm humbled by your trust! I hope whatever I cook can satisfy you in some way. It's going to be a bit long!!

Let's start by saying I do operate under the belief that we know a lot about Dr Ratio and at the same time we only know what he wants us to know, which I find incredibly interesting to his character.

It can go many different ways. A lot of people use this mysteriousness to hint at the following:

1. something sinister (I am not necessarily saying you are doing this)

2. suggesting that he is more than who he is, like he may be more than who he presents to be (may or may not be evil in alignment but just more)

3. he really just thinks divulging further personal information about him is pointless and he values his privacy as an individual rather than a prominent figure

Let me now unpack the most wrongest [sic] take, number 1, which I find to be antithetical to his character, because Dr Ratio has always been aligned with doing good. He isn't your typical good person, but he is morally pushing for good (eradication of ignorance, people finding and reaching their potential etc), and he rather he reminds me of a very stern but nonetheless kind educator who genuinely demands good be brought into the world through one's aptitude and ability (just like himself) and not relying on others to solve problems for you

Number 2 is a little tricky, since we cannot really confirm nor deny that Ratio is no longer truly following Nous after he realizes he will never be acknowledged, he may be aligned to another Aeon or none entirely! I personally dislike the Mythus/Fictionologist take, because again it is antithetical to who he is as a character. Fictionologists will rewrite history and twists facts in order to create the possibility of uncovering more, but this is akin to something called accelerationism, which is in plain words to incite chaos (bad) in the slim chances that from the chaos a great good might emerge/ be produced/discovered etc, a practice and ideology I feel Dr Ratio as he is characterized now would be extremely against. Now I do subscribe to the fact that Dr Ratio may not be following an Aeon at all or we aren't privy to who they are yet, but this is a possibility that there is a facet to Dr Ratio we have not seen yet and will down the line so...

Number 3 is where I am at now, I really, genuinely think Dr Ratio just thinks of himself as some guy who was gifted with the equivalent of 8 genius brains but it isn't anything exceptional. From how he acts, he feels like some guy who had a rather normal childhood (if not really lonely, which I talk about in my twitter thread here) and grew up to be exceptional except in all the ways he wanted/was taught to want/thought he might want.

So I operate on several headcanons about Ratio just genuinely being so smart in a planet that is presumably the remnants of the civilization in the Laurel Wreath Galaxy where a Philosopher King/Philosopher Union was mentioned. This headcanon is heavily colored by this excellent theory a fellow fan made and I have to admit I can scarcely distinguish between mine and theirs while I turn him around in my brain so do give them/their thread a read too when you can, but I do also subscribe to how Ratio must have been exceptional in a civilization that prizes scholarship and enlightenment.

Knowing this, I presume he grew up with a lot of expectations placed upon him, particularly that of gaining the gaze or glance of Nous and ascending as a genius society member or more! That is a lot to place on an individual, especially someone like Ratio who is very much hinted to have grown up very fast due to his vast knowledge and while it's a stretch to say he was forced into growing up fast, because he def wasn't, he was nevertheless seemingly not really given much opportunities to be a child, as the push for him to start university very early could suggest that his aptitude and potential were so valued that it overridden any other needs he may have. If we wanted to ask about his childhood, he would have very dull things to say too, so to speak. I imagine it wasn't eventful at all, but filled with just studies.

Where am I going with this about his statues? They are called Mold of Idolatry! Idolatry meaning the extreme adoration or love of someone. That Dr Ratio makes the statues of himself never seems like the narcissistic sort, that would imply he holds himself in an extremely high regard to the detriment of others, but Dr Ratio isn't narcissistic, he would be a vastly different character if he was. The key to narcissism is that there is a great need, to the point of detriment, for admiration.

Now, look over to how Dr Ratio presents himself to us in his 1.6 quests. He wears his plaster head as not to be recognized by others, to remain incognito if you will, and is content to sit at the sidelines nudging things along in the background rather than swoop in and take the credit as the hero when Duke Inferno was trying to wreak havoc on the Space Station. His heroic deeds are never realized by the people he saved from being spaced, that is not an action of a narcissistic man who would gloat about saving other people. No, he sees his job is done and he walks away without fanfare, without even so much as seeking a thank you from the people he saved. That's one of the clearest and most well-thought of character introductions/demonstrations in the game and a solid proof that he isn't a narcissist (again self-centeredness is different!)

With that in mind, what does the statue imply?

Dr Ratio operates by redirecting attention not to himself so he can freely move in the background. That it looks like him in funny poses speaks to a silliness I feel he never really gets a chance to let loose too often, so his "art" is his outlet. That it directs enemies to attack that instead of him, I can't help but feel like there's a sense of "look at this 'image of me' others have built up, pour your love/expectations/wants/aspirations (and the extreme opposite of that maybe?) to that likeness of me instead, and let me be free from that to be who I could be without all of that baggage"

tl;dr -- it's not that deep but it is?? I feel like Ratio just wants to be left alone to do his thing and that's what the Mold of Idolatry represents.

I hope that satisfies you, anon! Thank you for your question, since I do have more insights to Dr Ratio now. I think I'll also find a way to condense this into a Twitter thread sometime.

[yandere-kokeshi]

thank you for wishing me well regarding my chronic pain. may i request a könig or ghost headcanon or drabble of a gender neutral y/n with a shoulder pain kind of chronic pain? like, being unable to carry anything heavy, limited movements, and needing help with simple tasks as they heal? thank you in advance!

— Yandere Ghost and König with gn darling who has shoulder pain from chronic illness

Warnings: yandere behavior, and talks about chronic illness.

A/N: I did both and headcanons! Hope that doesn’t make you upset. Enjoy <3!

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

He takes your health very seriously– always reminding you to never overwork yourself, even if you feel obligated to finish a chore/or assignment that you know will leave you sore. And if you require help, you ask him, and he’ll do it.

To an extent, he understands your pain. But he knows he’s not you, and you aren’t him; plus, pain is much more than a 1-to-10 scale ratio. He may be used to it now, but he remembers the sleepless nights, sharp pain electrifying everywhere in your joints, dreams of imagination of being painless, and exhaustion that holds tight onto you. He knows how awful it is, and seeing you in pain makes him uncomfortable. 

With this said, Simon understands that all you need is care, love, and patience. Moving to-room-to-room could take so much out of you, even lifting a book has you gritting in pain, to which he takes care of you — easily taking it out of your hands. He often carries you, asking if you require anything else, and places you down wherever you like in the rooms. 

To no surprise, Simon knows how to deal with pain: bringing you pain meds prescribed by your doctors, surprising you with your favorite snacks, running you a bath with bath–salts, or even going out of his way to massage your swollen joints, but only if you want him to.

Having limited movement because of your own pain leaves Simon’s really close to you. He’s at your beck and call, never forcing you to move, always groaning as he gets up from the bed to retrieve your choice of hobby, gladly fixing the blankets around your body and making himself comfortable beside you again. His arms around you, tracing lines in your skin as he asks what you want to watch on TV. 

Simon does everything around the house for you without being asked. It’s how he shows his affection, other than being physically touchy, but he isn’t one for lovey-dovey words. Within the stance of you resting, you might have an ounce of guilt and try to help him — which he quickly refuses. 

About the third time you get up, despite his warnings, he’s carrying you back to bed, grouching that you need to rest, not worry about him, and that you deserve as much rest as possible. 

For the days when it’s hard to do self-care, he doesn’t judge and is more than happy to help you. Brushing your teeth for you in bed, gently changing your clothes, bringing in facial wipes, and ensuring you take your night meds; letting you lay on his chest, tracing the outline of your face, and giving himself a bit of a relief, as you’re slowly getting better.

König:

Attentive to your needs, kissing the side of your head as he reminds you to take it easy. König is fretting over you, always checking in and hopes that if he makes you something, it’ll ease your pain. But it’s never that easy. He realizes that it isn’t enough, that it’s more than you just feeling bad. 

He’s babying you, and while he knows you’re capable of doing things, especially since you have had this forever, König would hate for you to extend your pain, or worse, have to go to the hospital due to a dislocation. 

Because of this, he carries a lot of things in the house — constantly saying ‘no’ when you’re about to grab the groceries, or helping out with the dishes. He focuses on doing the chores, multitasking on doing the laundry, and coming in every 15 minutes to check up on you. 

Chronic pain is difficult. He knows there’s medication, things that he will and can get for you to soothe the pain, but he doesn’t know the extent of your pain. So, when you express the burning sensation, or the pins-and-needles, he takes your words and works on making it decrease. König carries you, letting you lay on the freshly made bed, and asking what you want to do, as it’s a lazy-loving day for the two of you. 

He’s constantly around you — gifting you things, your favorite foods, drinks, or whatever you feel at the moment. He’s always bringing you fresh-washed blankets, ducking them in tightly and kissing your forehead before sitting right next to you, hand on your thigh. 

When the days of not feeling good, and you can’t leave the bed with how sore you are, he’s there, hand-feeding you soups, and praising you on how well you’re doing. He’s carrying you to the bath, starting the water to a nice temperature and having you strip; turning around for privacy before helping you in when you’re ready. König, of course, helps with washing your body and hair, kissing your skin gently as he asks what you want for dinner. 

König lets you know that it’s okay, and you’re okay. He’s coddling you, always by your side and on your side, letting you lay in bed, and helping you stretch in order to regain a bit of flexibility. He knows it hurts, he sees your barely-down-to-tears, but this is necessary and he’s sorry.  

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HSR Men Omegaverse (A/B/O) Dynamics

This is entirely self-serving, but let's be honest, the HSR community is kinda starving for a/b/o content. So! I'm here to make sure y'all are fed. ♡ And if you're at all upset with the dynamics I give them, fear not! I may or may not write content in the future that will dabble in giving them other dynamics.

Rating: SFW Warnings: None Characters: Caelus, Dan Heng, Welt, Gepard, Sampo, Luka, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Blade, Argenti + Dr Ratio Summary: What the dynamics of all the HSR men would be, and how it plays into their personalities and environments.

At first, no one was really sure what CAELUS was, to be honest. The only person who really seemed interested in guessing or betting anything was March, who excitedly hoped he was another omega she could drag into her nest and gossip with. However, it wasn't long after finally settling on the express that his dynamic was revealed; Caelus is a BETA. This doesn't really affect him at all, aside from general uneducated in matters pertaining to alphas and omegas. Though, it has been theorized that this is a best-case scenario regarding the stellaron inside Caelus's body. If he was an alpha or omega, a rut or heat cycle might negatively affect the stellaron, and vice versa.

DAN HENG neither openly talks about nor hides the fact that he is an ALPHA. He's fairly quiet and keeps to himself most of the time, so it took everyone on the Nameless some time to find out initially. In previous incarnations, his alpha status helped in the efficiency and social standing of the High Elder, but that proves meaningless to Dan Heng now. All it means to him in the present is that March will steal his clothes and he has an excuse to be left alone for a whole week once every few months.

When first meeting WELT, it's almost suffocatingly obvious that's an ALPHA, from his tall stature, deep voice, and a tangible instinct to protect the rest of the Nameless. Though, once he softens up and reveals himself to be a more gentle, wise, and excitable man, he never loses that air of authority to him. Not in a governing sense, but in the same way as a calming father-figure. Welt will protect those close to him with his life, not willing to let them suffer the same as so many others. He's very comfortable in his status as well, not being afraid to indulge in things more traditionally labeled as for omegas.

The Landau family is an old, prestigious lineage, one that carries with it a lot of tradition - one that GEPARD's father tried to uphold. Despite being a BETA, Gepard has been raised and trained with a traditionally alpha mentality. His job is to protect, serve, and provide for Belebog and the Landau family. Though, he maintained his gentler demeanor in large part due to the continued presence and support of Serval and Lynx. Sometimes he feels an added sense of stress that he isn't an alpha, like his father had hoped for, but he is reminded with every passing day that his dynamic doesn't factor into his value as a Silvermane Guard, or as a Landau.

Acting as prime suspect witness to those reminders is SAMPO. Everyone in Belebog, including Gepard, assumes the slippery con man is an alpha - after all, that's how he has meticulously portrayed himself. A two-faced alpha whose only interest is in lining his own pockets. But underneath all the fake smiles, disguises, and scams is a proud BETA of the Masked Fools. If anything, this dynamic suits Sampo perfectly, as he can feasibly tailor any kind of dynamic he wants for his new persona. Need a beautiful, unassuming omegan woman? Now you have Madam Brughel Poisson. Besides, dealing with a rut or heat cycle wouldn't exactly be all that fun, would it?

Now, Belebog isn't home to just betas. Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, LUKA is either engaged in a brawl with a formidable foe or keeping a protective watch over the kids. Dynamics aren't very important in the everyday lives of the people in the Underground, but the second he steps into a room, it's immediately obvious that he is an ALPHA. This is made even more clear in his close relationships with other alphas; his playful rivalry with Seele, his brotherly role to Hook, and his training with Oleg.

Acting as the General of the Xianzhou Loufu, carrying the lofty title of Divine Foresight, JING YUAN is the definition of an ALPHA. Every few decades, there's a few scandalous headlines that propose the rumor that he's secretly an omega due to his nonchalant demeanor and close mentorship of Yanqing, but they're quickly disproven every time. While yes, a lofty role doesn't equate to being an alpha, but it's hard to dispute his overwhelming presence. All of the staff in the Seat of Divine Foresight are witnesses to his stubbornness, his cunning, and the crackling tension that arises with the General's anger, no matter how he tries to contrast it with his easy-going attitude.

It never crosses anyone's mind to question what LUOCHA is, exactly. Not everyone's dynamic is immediately obvious, and he's a traveling merchant after all, he might come from a culture with different ideas of how to appear as one dynamic over another. Just another face and scent in a sea of faces and scents. There are very few who know that he's an OMEGA, and even those that do, they don't really care to act on that fact. Don't let his dynamic fool you - it requires a lot of audacity and righteous passion to drive one to want to kill an Aeon.

As a weapon, there is no need for such labels. None of these words mean much to BLADE anymore, even if they still continue to affect him. He never acknowledges the fact that he's an ALPHA, not finding that it swings his sword any faster or brings death any quicker. Though, he can't dispute the way his dynamic serves against his best interests, as any stimuli that emboldens that part of him typically retaliates in the form of the mara. Whenever he's able to indulge in the occasional guilty pleasure, however, he finds himself to be surprisingly tender. Kafka once caught him hoarding a few of the weighted stuffed animals she and Silver Wolf got to soothe his chronic pain, scenting them and trilling at them. Thank the Aeons it was only Kafka who found him, or else Silver Wolf would have been teasing him about it for weeks.

ARGENTI will never be one to hide any part of his identity, proclaiming loudly and proudly that he is an ALPHA serving the Aeon of Beauty, Idrila. At first, he may be met with some speculation as to whether he's telling the truth. It's not every day that you meet an alpha that smells so flowery and disarming, much similarly to an omega. Not to mention that he's just as tender, just as wholeheartedly loving as all those lovesick omegas on tv. But similarly to Jing Yuan, he has a certain presence to him that certainly proves his claim.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, regarded as arrogant, brilliant, and an all-around pain in the ass, is DR RATIO. While he will firmly assert that his dynamic has no bearing on his personality nor capabilities, he is very knowledgeable on how being an ALPHA affects his every day life. Dr Ratio takes great care in assuring that not even idiots can misconstrue his intentions, putting on scent patches and never baring his teeth. However, this has led a few to question whether he really is an alpha, pointing out that his grandiose personality may point to him trying to compensate. In one way or another, they are swiftly proven wrong, even if Dr Ratio doesn't see their 'close-minded ignorance' as worth his time nor an explanation.

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Aha it worked! Wooo gotta love tech sometimes (See Vox you do have uses!)

Any who, all joking aside here is the fic submission. As I said I’m okay with you using Ellie(the fic is your gift after all) and using her and seeing examples of her might help with the writing process? Brief backstory on Ellie and Al is that they’re childhood friends but she moved up north when she turned 12, so the two didn’t reunite till years later.

Honestly, not fussy on what setting you want to do 1920s life or Hell.

1920s path-Some people just don’t know how to take no for an answer. Ellie learns the secret she always knew when a fan of hers (she’s a singer and dancer at a speakeasy) breaks into her shared home with Alastor late one night having followed her after work. That night Alastor had been indulging in his hobby when he finds his dame running through the bayou looking a mess with unsavory company following her. (They’re married)

Hell path-Alastor is glad to have his darling dame back in his life and there’s so much of Hell he wants to show her. Date night in the Pride ring followed by Ellie running interference when Vox interrupts it by asking Ellie to work for him.

I like to give options so you have stuff to run with. Let me know if you have questions:)

A/N: I generally don’t write others’ fanon OCs (I appreciate your offer, it’s just a me-thing, idk why but it gives me a kind of plagiarism ick even if it’s a gift work) BUT I’ll work in some of these details from a F!Reader perspective and hopefully that’ll be just as fun. :) That said, I’m leaning toward the 1920s path, so let’s just see what happens! 

Hope you like the outcome and thank you for the request!

Warnings: Paranoia and mentions of possible infidelity, stalking, home break-in, anxious thoughts around your marriage and you blame yourself, you and Alastor have history, period-typical sexism and victim-blaming, a chase scene during which you’re injured, murder, graphic violence, blood, Alastor is unhinged but he loves you and that’s what counts, right? (In fiction, yes. Yes, it is.)

I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that? | Human!Alastor x Cabaret!AFAB!Reader

Crossposted on AO3

The other girls had started to get into your head and, truthfully, you couldn’t blame them. Or yourself. Not for thinking it, at least.

It was another night of brief unwinding after a show. You were a little sore, but nothing you couldn’t manage. In fact, the little pep of adrenaline that followed a night of dancing was enjoyable. 

Some days, it was the closest you came to happy.

Your husband wasn’t a fan of the occasional after-show smokes you partook in with your fellow dancers—not because he liked to order you around, but because he was worried about you hurting your voice.

Those social cigarettes had become a tiny way of getting back at him as his nightly disappearances had increased through your marriage without any attempt at an explanation. 

The ratio of a singular smoke to hours of unexplained absence, however, felt a little off to you. 

“C’mon, babydoll, I hate seein’ ya like this.”

You looked up from the thousand-yard stare you had aimed at your vanity, the bulbs lining the mirror burned into your retinas. Phantom beams dotted your vision every time you blinked.

Betty was likely your closest friend behind the curtain. The other girls were all pleasant enough—you’d only ever had one co-star you couldn’t stand and she’d left months ago—but Betty had your back. You knew that. 

But it still bothered you when she spoke ill of Alastor.

“He’s runnin’ around on ya,” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Watch your tone, Betty,” you muttered tersely, glancing around the dressing room as you took a drag from your cigarette and then proceeded to extinguish it in the tray nearby. 

Alastor was somehow able to go off in the middle of the night and act his chipper self the very next day and yet you felt crippling guilt from having one cigarette and knowing he’d be disappointed to smell the smoke on your breath. He wouldn’t even say anything! Maybe that made it worse.

“I know ya love him,” Betty sighed, taking your hand and giving you a patient look that made your insides squirm. “I know it, honey. And whenever he’s been by, he’s been great! A regular charmer!”

“But?” you asked, waiting for the killing blow.

Betty gave you an apologetic quirk of her rouged lips before releasing your hand and going back to toning down her show makeup back to her usual amount of cosmetics. 

“He’s hidin’ somethin’ from ya if what you’re telling me is true,” she said sagely as she packed up her little purse. She offered you another cigarette that you politely declined before she put her little tarnished case of those away too. “You’ve asked him about it?”

“Many times,” you sighed, feeling your heart splintering. 

Never a full break—that, you might not recover from—but a splinter. Because you knew if he came clean with you about what he was up to, even if it was shacking up with another woman, you could find it in your fractured heart to forgive him.

It was Alastor, after all. As far as you were concerned, he was the center of your universe. Even when the sun had long gone down and he was nowhere in sight.

“Then he’s doin’ somethin’ he ain’t ought to be doin’,” Betty said, pity in her eyes when she looked at you next. You tried not to be offended by that look and failed, instead turning away from her to face your mirror again and finish getting ready to leave. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ve been there. But ya deserve better.”

“Society says I deserve whatever he gives me,” you sigh as you clip your clamshell purse shut. “He’s my husband.”

“Society’s changin’,” Betty countered as she stood up. She smiled down at you with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “We gotta lead the charge! Keep on him about it. Maybe do some extra nice little things to remind him what he’s got back home. If he’s smart, he’ll see reason. If he ain’t, you can stay with me ‘til ya back on your feet.”

Fear clenched in your gut like icy water at the idea of you and Alastor divorcing. Not only because you’d be ruined—a divorced woman who overstepped in her husband’s affairs, what decent man would want you—but because a life without Alastor…

…well, it’d be properly miserable.

Maybe that was the perspective you needed tonight. It just wasn’t the one Betty had intended to give you. Having Alastor by your side some of the time was better than losing him completely. You just needed to remind him of how much you loved him.

That thought stuck with you as you finished getting changed and gathered up your things. Betty, bless her, waited around until you were ready to leave. The incident in the alley last week hadn’t left either of your minds.

Last week, a regular—whose name you didn’t even know—had been waiting outside the dressing room door that led out to the side alley adjacent to the club.

You’d been alone at the time and thankfully not the last to leave that night. You weren’t sure what would’ve happened to you had Betty not walked out just a moment or two after.

You still couldn’t shake the crazed look in his eyes. The way he so very nearly salivated while he spoke to you, talking as if he knew you though you’d never spoken before.

He got upset when you admitted you didn’t know him. When you suggested that he leave or at least let you leave so you could go home.

The man had taken a step forward just as the door swung open again and Betty had walked out, immediately taking in his demeanor and then the way you were curling into yourself as you looked for an escape route, and asked what was going on.

Outnumbered, he’d taken off before anyone else could be called. Not that much would’ve been done anyway. There was only so much the boys in blue were willing or able to do about creeps outside of clubs. Some of them stood by the idea that, if anything, it was the dancers’ fault for tempting them.

Betty had walked you home that night despite it being out of her way. You begged her to call you when she made it back and the trill of the rotary in your living room had never sounded so sweet when your dear friend had finally gotten home safely.

You hadn’t been worried about the phone waking Alastor. He wasn’t home.

You also hadn’t noticed that you’d been followed that night.

Needless to say, you were distracted on the walk home. How could you not be?

Tugging your coat around your form, you sniffled against the chill of the night air. Or against the tears beading in the corners of your eyes. It just didn’t make sense.

You knew Alastor. You’d known him for years. He’d never, ever struck you as the sort of man who would run around on his wife. But what else could it be that took up so much of his attention and time in the pitch hours between midnight and morning? What else was there to do in those hours than entangle?

Toss and turn and wonder where your husband was, you supposed bitterly.

Maybe he hadn’t been the type of man to run around on his wife before he married you, you thought. Maybe you’d brought it out in him. It was easier to think you’d done something wrong than it was to consider you weren’t enough for him. Either could be true. One of them had to be because otherwise, what was the point in getting married at all? Appearances? Housekeeping and meals? 

That last bit was unlikely. Alastor was neat by default and an incredible cook. His mama had raised him well and he’d been receptive to her teachings. He’d never expected you to take on all the housework by yourself. He was appreciative when you did—especially on the nights that he came home from the station tired and with his lovely voice exhausted from broadcasting and recording—and was always willing to help you otherwise.

You sighed softly as you turned the corner and climbed the porch steps to your shared home. His family home that he’d inherited after his mother passed. Strong in structure and with little more than a long stretch of swampland behind it to pipe noise into the night. Your neighbors were miles off, which was how Alastor liked it. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t have minded having a few more folk around.

After retrieving the door key from beneath the stone beside the stairs—another sign that Alastor was, once again, out—you unlocked the door and stepped inside, habitually leaving it unlocked behind you in what was perhaps a silent, foolhardy wish for him to not be far behind you.

It took some time for something to feel wrong.

You’d made it in, set down your things, and had a couple sips from a little glass of brandy while checking what you had in the kitchen. 

Maybe a nice breakfast would be good. Tomorrow was meant to be his morning off, if you could correctly recall. Coffee and some breakfast—eggs, toast from your last batch of bread, maybe some of the venison he’d frozen from a hunt—together sounded… Well, it sounded wonderful.

There was the crux of your frustration, your bitterness about his secretive disappearances. You missed him.

You also missed the squeak of the front door hinge while you were shuffling around the kitchen.

It didn’t take long after that.

You actually perked up a little when you noticed the cautious footfalls from the foyer. Was Alastor actually home? It’d be early for him if he was, but you were already trying to hem yourself in from being upset with him again. 

Just be nice, you told yourself. Men like women who are nice. It’s no wonder he’s running off on you if you’re just a nag all the time.

Goodness gracious, your inner voice was starting to sound like your mother’s.

“Al?” you asked to the empty air, a faint smile on your lips as you set your brandy glass on the island and turned toward the doorway leading to the hall. You could see his shadow filtering to the floorboards by the light of the moon coming in through the front windows. Why wasn’t he answering? “You’re home, um…early.”

Be nice! you scolded yourself instantly when you heard the drip of mild accusation in your tone.

The man who rounded the corner wasn’t your husband.

You froze immediately, your hand constricting your glass so tightly that you distantly wondered if it’d break. “Can… Can I help you?” you asked, voice shaking. You were shocked you could speak at all.

“You can keep playin’ house, doll,” the man said. The second he spoke, you recognized him as the man from the alleyway last week. The shadows retreating from his features as he stepped into the kitchen confirmed that. “Name’s not ‘Al,’ but you can call me whatever you like. Just havin’ your eyes on me is a treat enough.”

You tried to sound as authoritative as possible as you said, “Get out,” but it came out as a squeak. You tried again, begging this time as you edged around the island to try and keep it between you and the stranger encroaching. “Please leave. My husband’s just upstairs, I’ll scream—”

“If he’s upstairs, why were ya surprised he’s home?” he countered and your gut dropped as you realized your mistake earlier. You’d just assumed it had to be Alastor. No one else came out this way. No one…

…No one else was out this way.

“Are you gonna kill me, sir?” you asked, voice shaking in full now when you could no longer help it. “Please don’t. Don’t hurt me, you can have whatever you want. There’s a safe in th—”

“I don’t want your money, sweetheart,” he cooed at you and you felt bile creep up the back of your throat. “Just want you all to myself is all. Why, I’ve been comin’ to your shows for years, even when you were just doin’ the dancin’ and not the singin’ bits.”

Your stomach turned at the thought of being watched by this man for years when you’d only known about him for the danger he presented for precisely one week. You wished you hadn’t downplayed your run-in with him last week to Alastor when it came up in conversation—then again, if the “Bayou Butcher” still being at large hadn’t convinced him not to leave his wife alone at night, you doubted the full breadth of last week’s incident would have.

Maybe it was better that you hadn’t. If this man did, in fact, kill you, if he was crazed enough to break into your home and say these things to you, then you were sure he would’ve tried to kill Alastor if he’d been here to stand in his way. And, oddly enough, despite everything, the thought that Alastor would be okay, even if you weren’t, soothed your shaken soul.

The man misunderstood your little microexpressions of relief for compliance. When he lurched forward, you scrambled back and went against every “submissive little lady” lecture you’d grown up with as you hurled your glass at his head. 

Your aim had been fairly spot on, so in the time he took to duck away from your attack, you whirled and sprinted for the nearest exit—the door to the back porch. 

Louisiana bayous were ecological wonders, but they weren’t safe to run in. Normally you steered entirely clear if you weren’t with Alastor, who’d grown up just off these swamplands, and even then it took some convincing from him for you to go even a meter or two past the line of cypress trees.

Not so tonight. The danger was in your home and soon to catch up with you. 

Knowing that, you sprinted blindly into the swamp with only amber-hued hunter’s moonlight to see by and any fleeting memories of the paths Alastor had pointed out to you over the years that were more solid to walk on.

You ran out of those paths quicker than you would’ve liked, hesitant at first to keep going as opposed to hiding in case you hit water and the splashing drew attention to your location.

When the buckshot splintered the tree beside you with an ear-splitting bang, you chanced the swamp.

You didn’t know how to use a gun. You didn’t really even like Alastor’s guns that much, but he was a hunter and he was careful with them. 

Even though you didn’t know how to use it—despite his multiple attempts to at least teach you the basics in case you ever needed to—you knew you should’ve grabbed the rifle from beside the back door on your way out. It might’ve slowed you down some, but it would’ve worked as a club if you couldn’t use it as it was meant to be used. 

And at least then, the man pursuing you wouldn’t have had a chance to grab it.

Your kitten heel caught in a patch of mucky silt and suctioned the shoe right off your foot, something that at first startled you but then you decided was for the best. You slid off your other shoe and kept running, your bare feet molding better to the uneven terrain and making less noise whenever you hit something solid.

“GET BACK HERE, BITCH.”

That was your sole warning before another shot was fired, this one grazing and searing your right arm and wrenching a shriek from your throat.

You wanted to scream. To cry. To collapse. You were finished. You’d die out here at this maniac’s hands and, if you were lucky, it would be quick. You had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t be. Even if you did scream again, no one would come. 

No one else is out this way, your racing mind repeated like a damning mantra.

Except someone was.

A double life had always been in the cards for Alastor and he’d known that even when he’d married you. He’d known that and maybe it was unfair that you hadn’t.

He’d decided long ago that it’d be more unfair to you if you were privy to his darkest deeds and nightly prowls. His hunts. He didn’t want to see that pretty sparkle leave your eyes. Your smile. 

More than that, he didn’t want to be the cause of that sparkle growing dull.

It’d seemed, however, that he’d managed it though despite hoping for the opposite. 

No matter how many dances you two had, how many mornings and afternoons you spent cooking together and humming along to the radio or your favorite records, how many times he’d told you how much he loved you (and you returned said sentiments), you’d still grown sad.

He couldn’t blame you. He couldn’t blame you for much of anything, but especially not for that. He knew what it looked like. And he could deny the scenarios you put forth, the questions you had, but he couldn’t give you a proper answer to those questions either.

Alastor had to wonder though how you could possibly think he’d ever want anyone else. How you could think he’d ever disrespect you in that way, even if that was something he wanted.

He simply wouldn’t have gotten married if he had.

In spite of all the additional secrecy your marriage had caused him to maintain and the heartache it had wrought when he could have just not married you in the first place and brought you into this macabre world of his…

…Well, Alastor was a selfish man. He’d wanted you. He still did. And until you finally couldn’t stand it anymore and gave him the boot, he’d endeavor to keep you.

These thoughts weren’t uncommon ones on nights like this when he was out hunting or disposing of a kill. Tonight was a night for disposal, however, and thinking of you while submerging the split corpse before him into the muck was taking the edge off.

A gunshot not too far off put the edge back on.

Alastor looked up at the sound when it split the air, his hands busied by tying ropes onto his latest game—a magnate from just outside of town who used his wealth and influence to blackmail the women he beat and raped into silence. Former employees, current employees, ladies of the night, his own daughter…

Never again. The man who’d once thought himself above the law, human decency, likely even God Himself, was a slowly bloating corpse soon to make a hefty snack for the gators or whatever found him first.

He stilled his hands momentarily—it wasn’t as if the swine was going anywhere—to listen. Distantly, he heard a bit of splashing, but little else. It was uncommon for someone to hunt out this way, especially at this hour, but he supposed it was possible. Maybe a couple of local drunks had meandered this way to play a bit of “fish in the barrel.” As long as it wasn’t disturbing his darling wife after her night of work, then—

Another crack of gunfire and a reactionary scream.

A familiar scream.

Alastor’s features darkened with horror and rage. With a violent tug, he finished the rigging on the body and let it go, leaving it to bubble and sink beneath the swamp as he took up his axe and stalked through the bayou he knew better than the mapping of his own blood-red hands.

And, quietly, a means of focus and, for tonight, self-soothing, he began to hum under his breath.

You could hear the fumbled clinking of the rifle being reloaded, trying to maintain distance between yourself and your stalker even as your legs grew numb with exhausted agony.

Strides became lurches as your body wore down and you knew that you needed to hide somewhere before you simply collapsed.

The thought occurred to you too late as one more well-aimed shot at the log in front of you caused you to recoil and your dress to catch in a bramble, dragging you down into the mud.

“No, no, no, no, no…,” you whispered hoarsely, pulling at your hem and trying to shred it when it didn’t come free. You pushed your hair out of your face, the tendrils sticking to your skin with a mix of bog water and sweat, and gave your skirt a harsh pull to no avail. Unless he misplaced your location—even if he did, it would only be for a moment or two—you were trapped.

“Seems a little unnecessary, eh, doll?” the man huffed, his heavy footsteps sloshing along the watery path. “Makin’ me work for ya like this when all I ever did was support ya. I wouldn’t leave ya alone night after night like yer big shot husband does, y’know.”

“Leave me alone,” you ground out. “Or just kill me, I don’t care anymore!”

“I’m not gonna kill ya, dollface, that’d be a waste,” he murmured, looming over you. Even though the shadows cast across his face were nearly impenetrable, you could feel his eyes on you. All of you.

You curled in on yourself to try and muster up the courage to fight back to whatever extent you could, even if it was just in an effort to frustrate him to the point of killing you before he could do whatever he was really intending for you.

Just as you prepared yourself to go down kicking and screaming, an odd whistle caught your ear.

And an airborne hatchet caught his.

The man shouted, ducking down to the side and clutching his ear, where a chunk of the upper ridge and part of his scalp had been cleaved free of his skull. 

The hatchet buried itself in the ground nearby, just out of your reach, but that didn’t stop you from scrambling to try and grab it while he was distracted. It might be your only chance to get out of this.

Your addled, panicked mind hadn’t even yet formed the question of where the projectile had come from. Or from who.

What did it matter if you died by this pig’s hands or by the Bayou Butcher’s after all? 

A ghostly, ominous humming graced your ears just as your fingertips found purchase on the hatchet handle and your stalker wrenched you up by your hair, away from your prize.

Your dress tore up the seams until it detached from the brambles, your arms reflexively clutching around your body and the torn garment around it to preserve your modesty and protect yourself from his hungry gaze.

The next hatchet sank into his shoulder, blood spurting from the wound and coating you both before he dropped you. 

You fell back into the water, your head striking against bedrock with a dull crack. Your world spun, but you desperately tried to stay focused and shake off the shock.

Vaguely above you, you saw your assailant grabbing at his shoulder and also trying to ready the gun, which was now next to impossible with his dominant shoulder joint shredded around a hatchet head.

The humming grew louder, more familiar, as the source drew nearer. Until your head stopped spinning, you’d started to wonder if you were hallucinating because the approaching tall, lean figure sure looked like…

“The fuck you think you are?” the stranger grated as he tried to free the hatchet from his shoulder. A poor choice, Alastor noted, considering he’d bleed even more heavily the second the weapon was freed.

On second thought…

“Let me give you a hand with that, pal,” Alastor murmured serenely as he reached forward, gripped the handle, and planted his foot against the other man’s gut. He wrenched the weapon free and red flooded down the man’s front as Alastor gave him a sharp kick that sent him onto his back.

The man was hardly conscious now, let alone mobile, so Alastor felt secure enough to turn to you. At least secure in ensuring your safety. He couldn’t think about what you might be thinking of him at this very moment.

“Darling, are you alright?” he murmured as gently as he could, a stark contrast to his severe, menacing tone of just seconds prior. 

He bent down, careful not to approach too quickly lest he frighten you back or cause you to further injure yourself. No matter how much he wanted to just scoop you up and take you home. 

You looked alright, more or less. Understandably shaken and horrified, but seemingly with superficial injuries. He noted the burnt graze on your arm from one of the earlier gunshots—likely the second based on the timing of your scream—and a slightly dazed look in your eyes that he couldn’t be sure was a head injury or shock. He assumed both until proven otherwise. Your poor knees were riddled with scrapes from the terrain, but he’d made it in time, it seemed.

The thought pulled a faint but deeply felt sigh of relief from his chest.

“Al?” you croaked and it snapped him back to the present.

“I’m here, dear,” he said softly back, holding out an arm for you in invitation. His heart simultaneously warmed and broke when you scrambled to crawl into it.

Alastor may have forgotten about the stalker for a little while if his pained grunt hadn’t “ruined the moment” between you two.

While he would’ve much preferred to draw out the death of the man who’d tried—and partially succeeded—to hurt his wife, Alastor choked up his grip on his axe as one would a baseball bat, turned your face into his chest with his free hand pressed against your other ear to deafen you to the noise, and split the man’s skull in a single swing.

The man went limp after a short pre-mortem spasm and Alastor sighed, returning his attention to you and determining that he would see to whatever you needed of him before he went about sinking his second corpse of the night to bury the evidence.

More than a few things made sense now, you numbly realized as you let your husband sweep you up into his arms and carry you back home. 

It had never made sense that he’d cheat on you. But you supposed you’d never wanted to consider what sorts of secrets the lack of an affair would leave you. And you’d always thought it a bit strange how blasé he could be about the active serial killer loose and on the move right in your hometown. 

You’d always seen some measure of darkness in Alastor. Just never directed at you. So it was easy to pretend it wasn’t there at all.

Your muddied fingers gripped his shirt before you pried them off, feeling a bit badly about getting his shirt dirty. Your thoughts lacked prioritization at the moment, shock addling the most pressing aspects of your current situation and your heart muddying the waters even more.

Alastor had killed that man. He’d done it for you.

He was a murderer—that was where he was all those nights. He’d never betrayed you.

Unless he was copying the Bayou Butcher’s methods, he was the Bayou Butcher. The very murderer he’d reported on for months in his news segments on the air.

He’d killed for you.

Who else could say that?

You sighed a little and buried your face against his neck, mumbling an apology for getting mud all over him. An apology he chuckled weakly in response to.

“You’ve dirtied a killer’s collar, sweetheart,” he said softly as he worked his muddy boots off on the porch and then carried you inside. “It’s not you who should be apologizing.”

Tension hung thickly in the air as he waited for you to respond, the truth nestled at long last in his words. 

You measured those words as you leaned your head back to glance up at him. He met your eyes and you saw the quiet fear in his, something you’d never seen in those chocolate-brown eyes before. Fear that you’d reject him, knowing in full now what he was.

Maybe you should have. 

Instead, you’d just love him harder.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat and smoothed away the little streak of dirt your hair had printed along his jawline. “I dirtied my husband’s collar,” you corrected him gently, offering him a tiny smile when his gaze looked a touch more watery. “But I’ll thank you instead for saving me.”

Alastor inhaled shakily, cradling you tightly against him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and took you both into the upstairs bathroom where he kept his extra stash of first-aid supplies and could see to your wounds and wash the dirt off your skin in a better light.

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The title is a quote from Gone Girl and Al’s hunting style contains references to the Huntress from Dead by Daylight (who is also my beloved killer main).

Thanks again, hope you enjoyed it! x

[obsessedwithceleste]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. I recently found your page and absolutely LOVEEE everything about it. I'd like to kindly ask for a slytherin boy's pairing 🙈

ME:

I'd describe myself as an extrovert but it also depends on social situations but I find it quite easy to comversate with just anyone. I LOVE watching films and shows as it's a way to see people's creativity. I'm an April Taurus (had to be specific). I enjoy exercise and constantly being active because it relaxes me. I play sports on a regular basis and try to fuel my body the best I can in order to feel my best. I enjoy watching animated shows like Rick and Morty, South Park, ect. I love engaging in self-care like switching candles on and have good jazz or R&B music in the background. I love spending time with friendsand causally go out. I don't party much because I prefer calmer scenery like hidden gems in my city. I'm goal-oriented and ambitious about certain things I want to achieve whether it's career wise or in my day to day life. In summary I love to constantly work to improve myself and be the best I can be. I'm sensitive, caring, loyal and trustworthy. I'm smart, creative and artistic. I'm quite good at drawing and I'm independent but not afraid to ask for help when I need it. I'm able to make people laugh easily and come up with jokes quickly (humble way of saying I'm funny 😹)

Extras:

My favorite season is Summer/Autumn

I love dining out

I dislike watermelon but love watermelon flavored things

I used to be super into astrology (SUPEEERR)

Physical appearance:

I'd like to believe I'm average height 😭 (I'm 5'4). I have a toned athletic body. Strong legs and a phatt @ss 😝 (had to add that 😔). I have black long 4C hair and a proportional upper to lower body ratio. I lean to the smaller side in terms of bust. I have a button nose (so I'm told), brown eyes and a warm undertone. I have a prominent beauty spot above my lip close to my cupids bow and almond shaped eyes. I have medium to full lips and and oval face.

That's about it... I'll most likely remember more things about myself after I send this 😂😂 but anyways take care and thank you so much! ❤️ God Bless 🙏

We love a confident queen with a phat @ss🫡

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo is firey, impulsive, and intense. He doesn’t do things halfway and fully pours himself into everything he does.

He’s always thought of himself as being emotionally detached. Affection is just a form of weakness after all (or at least that’s what his father says).

The first time the two of you go head to head is on the quidditch pitch. Mattheo takes the game quite seriously, so to see someone equally as passionate on the pitch that can give him a run for his money definitely intrigues him.

He notices you more after that. Chatting in the back of the classroom with anyone who will listen, bantering in the Great Hall with your teammates.

You seem fun and easygoing and confident. Mattheo can admire that.

Every time he sees you sauntering off of the pitch before his own practice starts, he has to force himself not to stare (discretion who?). He's not good at hiding it at all though, and Theo has a field day making fun of him for it.

After weeks of this, Mattheo happens to find himself out on the field at just the right time as you'd decided to get some extra practice in over the weekend.

Before he has the chance to over think it, Mattheo joins you in the air, quickly falling in line beside you. You're surprised at first. You'd seen him around of course, but he'd always kept to his own little group of friends.

You weren't going to complain either way though and soon enough, the two of you were bickering as if you'd known each other your whole lives.

After that, Mattheo seems like he just can't get enough of you, wanting to spend every waking moment of his day with you. He doesn't get close to many, so when he does find someone, he tends to latch on.

The first time Mattheo truly lets himself believe that he might be falling for you (he had been for awhile now) is when he finds himself sat in your dorm room, soft candlelight glowing across the room as music plays somewhere in the background.

You'd somehow convinced the boy to let you put a facemask (whatever that was) on him. He didn't think he liked it much. It was cold, and wet, and slimy. But he liked you, so he allowed it.

It's not until a few nights later though, while you're both lounging about by the fireplace that he asks the question. It comes out of nowhere. You had been discussing which professional quidditch team would win the world cup when he suddenly sat straight up and asked to be your boyfriend.

It takes you a moment to respond, you're so caught off guard, but the "yes" hadn't even fully left your lips before his mouth is on yours.

Once it's official, Mattheo is stuck to your side (even more than he had been). Theo gets a kick out of teasing him, reminding him of how he'd stared at you like a lovesick fool for weeks (a total coincidence of course, that one of his eyebrows was singed off that very week).

Anyway, Mattheo loves having his hands on you at all times, wrapping you in a tight hug, having his arm slung over your shoulder, hand possessively on your thigh.

The boy is completely and utterly obsessed with you. Hard to believe that he was once stoic and unfeeling when he's now tripping over himself to bend to your every whim.

[thatgirl4815]

Gloomy ramble ahead, sorry! The only thing giving me hope right now is that in literally the first millisecond of the extended ep 8 preview, when Ray asks if they can still be friends, he really doesn't look happy. It's not being played as a 'come on now, let's all get along' moment, he doesn't look flippant or sulky or whiny - he looks desperate. I think strangely enough what's got me most down about the Ray/Mew development is that it makes Boston appear to be right about Ray's motivations in ep 6, and yet I genuinely don't think that's why Ray told Mew about the cheating, and I still believe Ray was being honest when he said he didn't expect to get anything out of it, and that in that moment he really was removing himself from the whole equation. So in that respect it feels like a massive step backwards (though I do understand the view that for Ray/Sand to ultimately pan out, this is something that needs to happen, otherwise the spectre of Mew and what ifs would always loom over them). And as much as everyone talks about Ray not sparing Sand a moment's thought as soon as Mew opens up, it's equally true that when Ray is spending time with Sand, he doesn't appear to be giving Mew a moment's thought either, until he's forcibly reminded of him (ending of eps 3 and 5). So is he just super good at compartmentalising? Does he just grab onto any affection offered to him at any given moment? I think the cutting/editing of scenes is making me feel more wary about the outcome than I otherwise would be because I'm feeling acutely conscious of how many eps are left and how much (or little) screentime Sand/Ray (and Sand on his own) have had of late, and I very much DO want them to have a happy (or at least open but pointing that way) ending, and a LOT needs to happen (Ray getting over Mew, Sand's ex, Ray realising how he feels bout Sand and making up for his behaviour, Ray accepting he has a substance abuse problem and wanting (and hopefully getting) help for it) before that can be a possibility, and with the screentime ratio the way it has been, at this rate I don't see how they could fit it all in in a satisfactory manner. But I still want to believe! I'm still holding out for a finale timeskip wherein Sand picks Ray up from rehab and whisks him off to Chiang Mai so the series can end with them sipping non-alcoholic beverages beneath the stars!

I am clinging desperately to the hope that Sand and Ray will be together happily in the end. I do remember one interview/livestream (?) where Khaotung mentioned that everyone will come to terms with their true feelings. So that alone is giving me hope, and I'm going to choose to believe that's in relation to Ray's feelings for Sand.

About Boston seemingly being proven right...I agree with you that I don't think Ray was telling Mew the truth because he thought it would increase his chances of being with Mew (I'm sure that occurred to him, but I don't think it was his primary motivator). Tbh, I think Ray would have survived in the friendzone with Mew, and I think he'd even started to resign himself to it, until Mew opened up that possibility. That's the most important thing in my mind: Mew is the one who brought up the state of their relationship, not Ray. Ray wasn't going to push it until Mew gave him the opportunity to ask if they could be something more.

Another thing giving me hope is as you mentioned; we've seen this dynamic play out pretty often. It's certainly not ideal, but if Ray wasn't in a relationship with Mew at any point, I truly don't think he would ever be able to move on from him. He might come close, but there would always be a part of him harboring that unrequited crush, wondering what could've been. It's interesting to me also that Ray's crush seems to go back to Mew 'saving his life,' when in fact Sand has also saved his life on multiple occasions (different situations, but the effect is similar). I do understand that the situation with Mew 2 years ago lingers with Ray so much because in it, Ray seemed to be making the conscious deciding to end his own life.

And yeah, Ray doesn't look pleased in the Ep8 preview. Not at all. Which begs the question: If Ray really was so head-over-heels for Mew, why would he care who Sand is involved with? I think his possessiveness is about more than just egotism.

I do think Ray is so desperate for affection that it made it easy for him to develop feelings for Sand. But I also don't think that is the only reason why he appears to be all-in on Sand whenever they're alone together. It's a catalyst for those feelings to develop, but I don't think it tells the full story (or at least, I'd like to hope it doesn't).

Finally, this ep seemed most focused on Mew's revenge plot, which might mean that the next ep will be devoted to the other characters. Again, I'm just clinging onto what Khao said about the characters working through their feelings. (But if they do not go to Chiang Mai together in the end, that will be a giant missed opportunity imo haha.)

[ishihirasenma]

except for suika and gen, who do you think would be an interesting character for the survival arc after the second worldwide petrification?

ahhh this is such!! an interesting question!!1! ✨✨✨ヽ(° ∇ ° )ﾉ after really thinking about it, i'd actually Love to see hyoga in that situation! AHHH hyoga would have been the perfect character for a wholesome plot after suika!!1! (」°ロ°)」✨

of course, he'd have to had come back from his mission with tsukasa and kohaku, or not have been on that mission at all, but putting those factors aside!

i think since no one can really tell what he's thinking most of the time, the kingdom would just remain doubtful and skeptical of his loyalty—though they would still rely on him and keep hoping he'll do the right thing. while i find his redemptions wonderful, they aren't enough to make them all 100% assured that he'll never betray them if he gets the chance.

and being the first to revive is Literally his biggest chance to do that. as someone who dedicated his life to martial arts, he might not be that good with chemicals—would probably take some time to figure out how to make nitric acid and fail at getting the exact ratio for a while, but i believe he is smart enough to be successful after just a few weeks.

food would be no problem to him at all. he might not even eat whatever preserved food the kingdom has left to save it for whoever he'll be reviving. surviving on his own would be a breeze.

betraying them would definitely cross his mind, but he has a conscience. and i believe he's still capable of feeling happy, deep down, whenever the kingdom relies on him (at least, that's how i see it in the treasure island arc!). i want to see him contemplate only for a moment before he just sighs and fully gives up on his ideal world, because memories of the others trusting him and accepting him as one of their own would keep replaying in his head—and he would hate to admit it, but he wants to keep his relationship with the kingdom just the way it is, because he's never had friends quite like them before.

i want to see him revive senkuu first, and i want to see senkuu be surprised when he tells him he'll focus on hunting and doing whatever needs physical labor, and tell senkuu to focus on making revival fluids for whoever needs to be revived next. because if hyoga already knew how to make the revival fluid on his own and wanted to betray them, he wouldn't have revived senkuu first—if at all, let alone give him the freedom to choose who to revive.

their few weeks alone together would be pretty quiet, in a good way, with senkuu doing 80% of the talking while hyoga mostly listens to him info dump about anything and everything. senkuu can't help it because it's the kind of company senkuu must have also wanted when he revived by himself before, because being alone in the dark for a long time and still having no one to talk to right after waking up sucked. but here hyoga was, being the perfect listener while also being the most dependable person senkuu could ever ask for while others were still stone. i just think senkuu would be visibly thrilled with this outcome.

AHHH this would have been. hyoga's perfect redemption agh 👊🤧 thank you for this ask omg 🤧 i know i practically already wrote a fic answering this question but now i kinda wanna actually write it as a proper fic o(TᯅTo)

[k-odyssey]

Thoughts on The Matchmakers | ep10

Given how underwhelmed I was by ep 8, it was a surprise how much I enjoyed ep 9, and even more so ep 10!! It's not that my good opinion of a drama, once gone, is gone forever... but kinda.

I think it's really hard to come back from a boring (to me) ep. It's usually a sign that the plot's going in the wrong direction. But I guess in this drama's case, what I found dull was all stuff that was supposed to help the plot moving forward. It just felt like the wrong ratio of fun/engaging stuff and politics/side plots I didn't care for.

Anyway ep 10. That fox rain confession. I love that he asked "why did you lie about not liking me" and listed the clues. He was confident but not demanding. Like he just wanted to hear her point of view. And she admitted that she liked him, and told him the truth. That the thought of her late husband was holding her back.

Then we move on to the unexpected tragic gay love story. It honestly makes me wanna watch (utopian) period & happy gay romance (if only). I was pleasantly surprised by the acknowledgement/existence of homosexuality in the drama...but it's also giving "bury your gays" so idk. They share one on-screen hug and get murdered/injured. They're also mostly here to get the main characters to think about their feelings about their dead spouses.

FL's orabeoni is.... he has a charming side when he's with 3rd sister. But he's such a terrible brother, like wow! Not only was he incapable of recognizing her, he also just assumed she was forced into a marriage? Never noticed she loved the man?? And made himself celibate over that lol. And when he admits that to her and she's upset, he looks 100% unable to deal with her sadness.

But I think his future wife will cure him of his patriarchal ways what with her novel writing and cross-dressing. And she proposed first.

It was fun how Mr Prince turned out to be/ accepted his role as a matchmaker. Saw the officer jump in the river, felt the usual heartache, and thought, ha! So that's what it was. They belong together.

The way he said "Mr Officer will take responsibility" and the man was like "fine, yes, I guess I have no other choice" and his sister stood there like??? I guess they're both blind when it comes to family.

Also how 3rd sister ran the fuck away from him at first, and then ran back!!

Anyway the leads' emotional journey was an interesting one this ep. We start with feelings admitted on both sides but no prospects of a future, since FL feels she must remain single for her husband's sake. They meet the gay monk who's decided to stay close to his lover in whatever small way he could. We get to hear that ML actually did like his wife. Which I wouldn't have guessed!! And he really thinks about it, and decides that neither of them have to forget their first loves. And he says it very eloquently with a promise of a future together.

That being said, are we really setting up the child prince and a grown woman? Please tell me it isn't so. I feel weird about this. I'm fine with all the other pairings but what is this?

Re: political intrigues, I might need to make my own red string conspiracy board. I keep missing and forgetting key plot points. Like oh the dead gay scholar was FL's brother in law!! So the man who murdered him was her father in law!! And her mother in law is attempting to seize power, was she also involved in the princess' death? All of these characters are connected somehow. I hope I get it when they unravel the whole thing.

[sketching-shark]

Question

When you’re designing swk, what kind of reference do you use? Im trying to do my own but I’m sorta at a impasse bc theres some great design out and i just cant seem to narrow down one.

Well @birbs-n-cats in all honesty I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask about this given that my design of Sun Wukong changes basically every time I draw him waefdasdgrdf. I would definitely recommend giving @antidotefortheawkward-art's site a look-through, as he's both created a great design for the great sage, as well as provided some really detailed insights into why he made various design decisions.

For my own constantly-shifting SWK design I've drawn on the wonderful amount of reference material out there on the internet in everything from historically accurate Tang armor to the face paint used in Peking opera to photos of many different species of monkeys from a variety of different angles! As it's a lot (and of course keeping in mind that I'm in no way shape or form an expert character designer), the abundance of reference material out there might mean you want to think about what aspects of Sun Wukong YOU personally think are the most important. So you might want to ask yourself things like:

How close to the Sun Wukong of Wu Cheng'en's classic do you want to stick?

Is there a particular trait of the Monkey King you want to emphasize?

What is the ratio of human traits to monkey traits that you want to maintain? Why?

What parts of Sun Wukong's history do you think would be important to incorporate into his design?

These are just some basic questions, but I hope you find them somewhat helpful in narrowing down your image of the Monkey King! Overall though it seems the most important thing it to just keep trying out different designs until you create one that just Clicks. Keep it up @birbs-n-cats! We'll get there soon enough :)

[spokewar]

"I think I'd be accused of treason." The answer came quick and caught him slightly off guard, not because the words surprised him, but at how freely they were offered. Before the war, before the endless battles and pointless deaths, he would have danced around his point with pros and endless circles. Yet now, his time seemed precious and ever dwindling, leaving little desire to be anything but blunt.

"I'm not sure you'd like what I have to say either." Though, he shouldn't have doubted to early. Padme might have been a politician and leader by way of birth, but she was also a warrior and walking contradiction. Anything Obi-Wan had to say was, no doubt, something she had heard before. None of his thoughts were revolutionary, just rather unbecoming for a Master Jedi and High General.

"I would tell them I'm sick and tired of fighting their war, of seeing my men—my friends and family—die around me. At first, I subscribed to their ideals, but they are no longer mine anymore." Selfishly, his heart was shifting away from the citizens of threatened planets and more toward his dying people. The Order was not large at the time of Geonosis and now they were dwindling, struggling in ways he had never witnessed before. And while it was encouraging to see ordinary citizens helping them fight and giving the GAR what little aide they could afford, there were still those who looked at the Clones as if they were the pebbles caught beneath their boots.

It was infuriating and it made him bitter, but he was above being angry over it. That time would come later, for the moment, they just had to survive.

"I wouldn't speak to them in numbers, citing how much money they lose with every battle, how many crops are destroyed in our crossfire, or the ratio of soldiers lost to enemy droids destroyed. I would remind them that we are people, not toy soldiers battling evil monsters. I want to tell them that if they want this war won then they should fight it themselves." A sentiment he hoped didn't offend. There were good people in the senate who did fight, but plenty more who would cower at the sight of a loaded blaster.

"That the Jedi do not fight for the Republic, we fight because it is the right thing to do." A fact and a threat (his people could never abandon the fight, but it would do the senate well to think they would). "And then, in this imaginary world, I would flood the room with all the blood I've seen spilled. All the hearts I've watched break."

a faint hum brought an easy reply on her tongue, ❝ i may be young but i've certainly lived long enough to have familiarized myself with plenty of universal facts and the lines politicians especially tend to try bending. ❞ a lady must know how to 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝; herself and her beliefs, after all. however, one truth would always overpower all else; every single person who had a part in this war, in any way possible, had too much in their hands and hearts to hold. it was all beyond comprehension, utterly senseless and scarring. to be able to smile whilst telling the stories of its time, exhaustion and unspoken terror tearing scrapes in one's throat along the way, required an immense amount of resilience.

a smile lingered, one brow lifting as she tilted her chin, ❝ surely you aren't referring to an understandable and therefore perfectly justified instance that took place in the docks with that... super spy. ❞ admittedly, the night could've ended much worse than it had — bail would likely agree. there was a pause until she spoke again. ❝ as much as it pains me to admit it, quite frankly i am not sure. i am a leader, a voice. but i'm also a padmé naberrie. ❞ a statement weaved in tenacity and 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, with echoes of melancholia. ❝ i've been wondering whether i want to change things or fix them, and have found it a question too big to handle while the galaxy weeps. so i'll simply be what i'm needed to be. a queen or a senator. ❞ another pause occurred with a bit of a smirk, ❝ or a spy, only to trouble you. ❞

will they all survive ceasefire. unexpectedly a ray of bittersweet joy escaped through her 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 persona, and a genuine laughter replaced mature hums. ❝ you're starting to sound like me ❞, padmé spoke brightly, ❝ but enough about me, i have another question for you. hypothetically, what'd you wish should be brought up more in the senate ? if they were to hear your free word, what would it be ? as a person. ❞

[idontblushsrry]

SFW Alphabet||Nanami Kento

A/N: A lil sumn sumn for the Nanami stans, yall have impeccable taste. I was gonna release an NSFW alphabet, but since this one was requested, I’ll post this first. Featuring a bit of rambling (srry I’ve got Nanami brainrot ig + I was tired writing some parts) as well as Gojo and Mahito slander!! 

Ft. a gender neutral reader

Word Count: 2888

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

First thing is, he’s not big on PDA, while he does give affection liberally, especially when it’s through his actions, Nanami prefers to keep his gestures of love private. In private however, he shows his affection in a myriad of ways. One of his favorites being helping you with your hair, the act not only makes him feel closer to you but it also allows for him to take care of you, one of his favorite things to do.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Nanami is definitely the best friend that is reliable. Sure he’s reliable as a friend, the two of you likely became friends initially due to this, but what makes you his best friend is returning that same energy. It’s draining to always be the one holding everything together, just once, Nanami would like to have a shoulder to lean on. Once you become that for him, it won’t be long before the two of you become best friends.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles with Nanami are so warm and safe regardless of if you’re the little spoon or not. His cuddles are also littered with kisses because when he’s tired, he gets a lot more open with his affection. He doesn’t usually talk when he cuddles but if he has a nightmare and you wake up to sooth him, the sound of your voice alone sets him at ease. 

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Nanami definitely wants to settle down. It’s canon that he’s only working so that he can make enough to retire early. If you’re the breadwinner, or even if he somehow makes enough to retire, he’s going into full house husband mode and no one can tell him otherwise. If it were up to him, he’d do all the cooking, cleaning, and home upkeep while you go out and work. But alas, life is cruel, and as such, he still enjoys cooking and cleaning but the chores are split between you two. Cooking however, is usually a team project, either the both of you make a meal and clean it together afterwards or one cooks and the other does the dishes, either way, it’s perfect for the two of you.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nanami is at his core, a very mathematical and precise person. His cursed technique is literally a ratio, because of that, he prefers to breakup with people as cleanly as possible. His breakups tend to sound like they’re following a script because of how to the point he is. When breaking up with you, he just bluntly states that he doesn’t see your relationship as beneficial going forward. Literally the most neutral way to break up with someone, how you’d choose to take it though is up to you.

F: Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Nanami is the type of person to just elope or have a small ceremony between the two of you. He doesn’t care much for the paperwork or ceremonial side of it, and he is definitely the type of person who just says “You know we’re getting married someday right?”. From that point forward (if you’re ok with it) he’d basically introduce you as his spouse, when questioned though, he just goes “Ah, we’re not married yet.” He’s not shy about commitment though, his dream life is just living in the countryside with his spouse and maybe some animals, he’s a simple man. Not to say that he’s not going to officially propose though, because he will once he finds something good enough to propose with, it’s just that the two of you are “married” before actually being married.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nanami is a gentle soul deep down. He cares about those he loves very deeply and would throw his life on the line to protect them. Emotionally, Nanami is always extremely respectful of your feelings. Even things as simple as ranting feel safe, almost like his very presence is cradling you. He’s also very open with you in return, despite his usual deadpan tone, he never hesitates to tell you of his thoughts and feelings once you both trust each other. Physically, Nanami is also extremely gentle. He loves to lavish you in soft touches and kisses. His most common spots for kisses are your nose and forehead. 

H: Hugs( Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Depending on your clumsiness, this may topple you, but Nanami likes to lean into you when giving hugs. His shoulders decompress ad he unconsciously just sinks into you without warning. Now if you’re prepared/ stable enough, you might stumble a little but overall you’ll be fine. If you’re clumsy or not expecting it... let’s hope that there’s something soft behind you because Nanami’s going down with you.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

Nanami is very slow to say that he loves you. It’s not that he’s oblivious or doesn’t realize he loves you, once he realizes, he just accepts that as a fact. It’s simply that he gets wrapped up in his own head, worrying about if you love him too, if he’s being too forward, etc. If you confess first, he’ll have a much easier time admitting it (although he may not immediately respond with ‘I love you too’), but if you leave it up to him...you’ll be waiting a while.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

Pretty much all of Nanami’s jealousy comes from the beginning of your relationship when he was a lot more insecure about the place he had in your life. When he would get jealous, he’d just kind of stew in it. It was obvious though that he was jealous and pouting at you and whoever was making him jealous. Later on in your relationship though, he doesn’t get jealous, try as you might. He knows that he’s your partner (a fact that the both of you have affirmed thousands of times) and that no one will come between the two of you. 

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Nanami’s kisses are like melting butter, they’re so smooth and gradually they just get more intense until he pulls away and you’re left dizzy. He’s so firm with his kisses too, he always has to be touching you in some way. Whether it be holding your face or resting his hand against the small of your back, Nanami’s kisses may leave you weak in the knees, but he’ll catch you if you fall.

L: Little ones (How are they around children)

Nanami’s really good with children but in the dad way where you’ll come back and see him and the child both sitting on the couch watching TV. Not to say that he’s lazy with kids but he tends to just let the kid do whatever. If the kid wants Nanami to wear a tutu and do the chicken dance, why not? If the kid wants Nanami to list off animal facts while Nanami listens, sure. Hell, even if the kid just wants to use him as a tablet holder, he’s cool with that. He’s good with kids because he just lets them be kids.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Nanami depend on what the both of you have scheduled for the day. In Nanami’s perfect world, he’d spend the day relaxing with you at home, however, he understands that realistically the both of you have obligations. If it’s a work day for both of you, he’s made a small breakfast and something to drink. If it’s his day off, he spends a little more time laying in bed with you, enjoying the time before you have to leave. If the both of you have the day off, he spends a lot more time on breakfast (not including the extra time he’ll spend in bed with you), plating and serving you before himself and then listening to you talk about your day as he eats.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Contrary to popular belief, Nanami prefers to come home at a reasonable time and spend his nights with you. Honestly, he’d prefer to just live the house husband lifestyle, but hey, rent in Tokyo is expensive so he doesn’t mind if both of you are working. But because of the fact that he’s working, when he comes home, he sticks to a routine. Said routine consists of either cooking dinner together or ordering takeout, watching tv, and ending the night with cuddling. He’s a simple man, even if you don’t stick to the routine, as long as he gets to hold you when it comes time to sleep, he’s good.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It really depends; if you’re a jujutsu sorcerer or even just aware of the supernatural, you’d already either know or have a general idea of his abilities/the world he comes from. If you’re a non-jujutsu sorcerer however, Nanami gets kind of nervous because he doesn’t want you to think he’s crazy. Ideally, if you’re a non-sorcerer, he’d never tell you about that aspect of himself. It’s not like he doesn’t think you should know or even that he’s ashamed; it’s just that’s a chapter of his life that, unless relevant, he doesn’t think is important to know about. To him, it’s just a job, and he’d prefer if you thought of it that way too. 

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Nanami is very patient. Not to say that he doesn’t get angry or upset, or even that he’s slow to feel these emotions, it’s just that he knows when’s the best time to express certain feelings. Even if he’s upset with you, he’s unlikely to lash out in an argument, preferring to cool down and then come back to talk it out in a constructive manner.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?  Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Nanami is the most attentive boyfriend one could ever ask for. He remembers every small detail about you like it’s his full time job. He rarely gets the chance to show you all the little details he remembers about you, so he tends to do so in subtle (and practical) ways. For example, when shopping for furniture like dinnerware, he tends to get sets in colors that are either your favorite or that you picture in your “ideal” kitchen. However, when it comes to remembering details, nothing tops morning pre-work Nanami. He knows your morning routine like the back of his hand and he’ll have the coffee (or tea if coffee isn’t your thing) brewing before you can even wonder what’s for breakfast

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One night, Nanami came home from work dead tired. It was a shitty day overall, filled with deadlines that were suddenly moved up with no warning. As a result, he ended up coming home later than he wanted to, the thought of you waiting for him when he got home carrying him through the last round of paperwork. Everything was dark, and he’d assumed you went to bed. Imagine his surprise when he comes across a bath that you prepared for him with foam, flower petals, fragrances, all the works (it was still somewhat warm so you must’ve done this on his way back). All alongside a note that said ‘If you’re reading this, I’m probably asleep. But you’ve been working hard, take a break and enjoy yourself, Love you Ken.’ After a long day, your note put the warmest smile onto his face. He still keeps the note tucked away neatly in a box with other memories of your relationship.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

Aside from the obvious, because of course Nanami would want you to be safe from curses, he’s protective of you in terms of privacy. Sure, being private about his relationship with you means less curses that would know to use you as a weakness against him, but more importantly, Gojo. It’s not that he doesn’t trust the man, it’s just Gojo knows too much about him that could 1) embarrass him or 2) make you uncomfortable (Gojo’s personality isn’t for everyone.) If you already know/ know about Gojo however, any Gojo warding that you do will be greatly appreciated. If you manage to distract the sorcerer enough for Nanami to slip away, he’s forever grateful. Sure, Gojo gets pouty about Nanami’s avoidance but in his opinion, anyone who knew what he looked like in highschool needs to never speak with him again.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

If it wasn’t clear from the moment you started dating this man, Nanami doesn’t half ass relationships. The amount of effort he puts into spending time with you/ getting gifts for you ties back to his attentiveness mentioned earlier. Don’t even get him started on daily tasks because he loves doing small things for you to make your day easier. Even if your day is hard, he hopes that his small actions bring a smile to your face regardless. 

U: Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs? (I’m gonna add arguments here because they aren’t on the prompt list I found))

Nothing he’s the perfect man jkjk. In all seriousness though, Nanami has a tendency to come off as a ���mother knows best type”. It’s never intentional and it usually comes from him just trying to help you, but at the end of the day, he has a bad habit of taking over different tasks/speaking over you. Sometimes it’s nice, like at restaurants, he’ll already know your order. Other times it’s overbearing, for example, if you buy something irresponsible, here comes captain Nanami to remind you about the importance of economic spending habits and if your purchase was really “necessary”. Like, love you but can you leave me alone.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s very concerned with his looks. Nanami believes in a standard of appearance that he has to uphold, as such, although his general outfit/styling choices may seem simple, he’s extremely meticulous when it comes to his looks. He’s not the type for anything flashy but best believe he’s not wearing a three piece suit and $400 watch without being impeccably groomed and styled beforehand.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, Nanami doesn’t feel incomplete without you. He understands that the both of you are adults who had lives prior to this relationship. Not only does he enjoy his alone time, he’s also used to being without you for extended periods of time due to his job. All in all, Nanami is a firm believer in the phrase “hate to see them go, but I love to watch them leave.”

X: (E)xes (Any previous relationship experience. How does that factor into your current relationship?)

He has a few exes, all of them relationships that consisted primarily of sex or they were long-term relationships that didn’t go anywhere. After a while, he just kinda threw himself into work, so you’re his first relationship in quite some time. His past partners don’t really factor into your relationship aside from general lessons that he would’ve learned anyway such as; compromise, the value of alone time, showing appreciation for one’s partner.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

In general, he hates Mahito There aren’t many qualities in a partner that Nanami dislikes that aren’t already expected in a relationship (ex. boundaries, healthy communication, etc.). Overall, he just wants someone that understands when to give him space and when to give him affection, find that balance, and you’re golden. In general though, Nanami’s not really the type to have a specific standard that he looks for in a partner, he does have a tendency to seek out calmer people.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Not necessarily a habit (although he did this a lot more before the two of you started dating) but Nanami is used to all-nighters, no surprise there. An unintended consequence of that is that once he goes to sleep, he’s going down for at least a day. When he knocks out, it’s the type of sleep that leaves you dazed and wondering if you time-traveled after waking up. When he finally does wake up, please bring this man food and water, he needs it.