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little-diable · 4 months ago

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Hillbilly Cowboy - Tyler Owens (smut)

I just love writing for him, I don't know why, but damn I l o v e it! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader's home gets destroyed by a tornado, but what happens when Tyler Owens and his crew show up to help? Will she accept his offer to find shelter at their house or push him away?

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), shower piv, this is filthy, choking, lots of teasing, talks about losing a home, but mainly fluff and smut

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3.6k words)

“No, fuck off, I don’t need a hillbilly cowboy like you messing with my stuff.” (Y/n)’s voice was hoarse, trembling with sadness and anger. She had her calloused, bloody fingers pressed into her waist, eyes set on the man who was standing close with a confused expression tugging on his handsome features.

“We’re just here to help, sweetheart.” He kept his voice quiet, hand stretched out for (y/n) to take. But she no longer could think clearly, distracted by the past hours and the knowledge that all her things were gone, ripped from her by the tornado hitting her and her neighbours homes.

“I know who you are, I��ve seen those videos. I don’t want somebody who makes money off this destruction around.” She tried to turn from him, urged on by her anger. But (y/n) didn’t get far, losing her balance as her vision suddenly grew blurry.

Tyler Owens was instantly by her side, catching her before her exhausted body could force her to the ground. She was torn between her screaming mind and the way her body seemed to search his closeness, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against hers to protect her from herself.

“C’mon, at least allow me get some food and water for you first.” This time she didn’t protest, letting him guide her away from the mess she was surrounded by, her no longer standing home and the belongings she hadn’t cherished enough until today. Tears kept dripping from her exhausted eyes, tears she didn't manage to wipe away, not as Tyler gently pushed her into a camping chair, not as he fetched some stuff for her, not even as he crouched in front of her with one hand placed on her knee in a comforting manner.

“Thank you.” It was just a whisper, but enough to draw a smile onto his handsome face. Wordlessly (y/n) began to stuff some food down her throat, knowing that she needed as much energy as possible. It didn’t take long for her thoughts to start spiralling again, wondering where she’d go from here, knowing that there was nobody around to support her.

“Fuck, what will I do now? Is there a sleeping shelter? How do I find a new home?” The sadness dripping from her words wiped his smile right off his face while Tyler tightened his grip on her knee. His thumb rubbed gentle shapes into the fabric of her dirty trousers as she got buried by her avalanche of fears and questions.

“Do you have any friends or family you could call?” She only shook her head, unable to speak another word while her throat grew tight. Tyler kept studying her, letting his eyes wander over her tear stained cheeks.

“We have enough space in our home, you can gladly stay with us for a while.” He expected her to protest, expecting her to call him a “hillbilly cowboy” like she had done when he had first stepped onto the property and then again a few moments later. But (y/n) kept quiet, staring down at her food and the bottle of water she clung to.

“Do you really mean that? Are you sure about that?” The slight nod of his head was enough to draw a sigh from (y/n). She let herself ponder over the offer for a few more moments before parting her lips again, knowing that this was her only chance to find shelter without others she didn’t like near.

“Alright, thank you.”

……

“Here, this is the bathroom. I’ll ask Lily for some clothes or you can have one of my shirts.” It had been hours since Tyler had stepped into her life, gently pulling (y/n) out of her darkening state before he had begun helping her. They had tried to save whatever they could, packing up bags with belongings that had been scattered around the property. Exhaustion had followed her around, and (y/n) had crashed the second he had guided her to his truck, instantly falling asleep before Tyler had even started driving.

“Are you sure I’m not intruding?” Her voice was quiet, struggling to fill his room while her eyes were focusing on her dirty fingernails. Tyler stepped closer, and with his fingers finding her chin, he tilted her head up towards him, forcing her to get lost in those piercing eyes she had felt on her frame for the past hours.

“We’re happy to have you around for as long as you want to stay, (y/n). I promise.” She didn’t find any words, could only shoot him a slow nod before he let go of her again. Without speaking another word, Tyler stepped out of the bathroom to give her some privacy, letting (y/n) be alone with her racing thoughts.

She shuffled out of her muddy clothes, letting them drop to the ground before finding shelter in the shower. The second the warm water hit her skin, her tears started falling again, forcing a sob out of her she didn’t manage to hold in. Her body shook with every sob, drowning in the sadness she had felt ever since her eyes had taken in the destruction of her home.

Only the sound of Tyler softly knocking on the door – to tell her he had found some clothes for her to wear – managed to pull (y/n) out of her state. She pushed her face under the water, letting it wash away her tears before stepping out of the shower to dry herself. (Y/n) didn’t dare look at her reflection, not wanting to see the lifeless sensation swimming in her pupils to remind her of the mess she was stuck in.

Slowly, she opened the door to Tyler’s room, finding it empty. Her eyes instantly found the big shirt and a pair of shorts he had laid out for her, next to what seemed to be still wrapped up panties. Even though the shorts and underwear seemed to belong to Lily, (y/n) was sure that the shirt was Tyler’s.

His scent wrapped itself around her as she put on the shirt, reminding (y/n) of the way he had pulled her into his chest a while ago, mumbling to her that everything would be alright. It felt like a sick joke, losing her home the same day she meets a man she had sworn to cuss out only to feel herself drawn to him, a thunderstorm was brewing deep inside of her and Tyler Owens was the cause of it all.

“(Y/n)?” His soft voice reverberated through the room like a summer breeze, gently cozying her along to draw her gaze towards him. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest while his eyes took in her frame. Only as she shot him a reassuring smile did he allow himself to step into the room, moving towards her to pull (y/n) in for another hug.

She clung to him as if he were her life vest, supporting her body as if it was the sole purpose of his life. No words were shared as he held her, allowing (y/n) to try and ground herself. Too many sensations clashed through her, and yet she found herself being grateful that Tyler was right there to hold and guide her.

“Food should be ready in a few,” Boone’s voice echoed through the air, ripping the two apart. Tyler kept his hand placed on her waist, studying (y/n) for a few more moments before he stepped away to open the door and guide her downstairs.

……

“(Y/n), c’mon, sweetheart.” She was ripped out of her sleep by his gentle voice, followed by him shaking her. Sweat was pearling on her forehead, heart racing and hands balled into tight fists. It took her a second to let her eyes find his concerned ones, studying how Tyler was kneeling next to her on his bed, staring down at her. “You’re alright, just a nightmare.”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was small, letting him barely hear it as she sank down on the mattress again. Embarrassment clung to her, filling her system while Tyler was sitting next to her, not daring to leave her side just yet.

“There’s nothing you have to apologise for, sweetheart.” Tyler squeezed her wrist before he slowly peeled himself away from her. (Y/n) let her eyes study his frame for another second before she spoke up again, letting her hand reach out to find his. With both their eyes set on their hands, (y/n) slowly interlaced their fingers – something that made their hearts skip a few beats.

“Would you stay? Please?” Tyler had taken care of her ever since their paths had crossed almost twelve hours ago, he had taken her in, had held her, had listened to her rambling. And even though she barely knew him, her heart ached for his closeness, needing to be held by him again.

“Of course I will.” She pushed herself away from the spot she had been resting on, making room for Tyler who laid down next to her. Within seconds, Tyler had wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling (y/n) flush against his front. Her body instantly relaxed, making her feel as if he was the light guiding her out of her darkness, the one who’d lead her to safety if she let him.

Tyler’s lips pressed a kiss to her hairline, making her breath hitch in her chest. (Y/n) could only try to shuffle even closer while trying to lure herself back into her tired state, suddenly feeling completely awake.

“I’m sorry for being so mean to you.” She mumbled the words, barely able to let them roll off her tongue while embarrassment threatened to drown her. Tyler’s chest shook as a laugh left him, forcing his eyes back down to meet hers. The smile tugging on his lips was all too bright, leaving her chuckling while her hand started to move on its own, cupping his cheek to feel his warm skin pressing against hers.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You are allowed to call me a hillbilly cowboy anytime you want.” Now it was on (y/n) to laugh, to momentarily close her eyes to shake off the heat crawling up her spine like dark clouds forming a storm so intense she’d have to live through it all once again. Tyler’s hand danced up and down her spine, touching the spots that were buzzing with heat, leaving her breathless.

“Careful, Owens, otherwise I will keep on calling you that.” His hand stopped moving, resting on her lower back to pull her slightly closer. With one of her legs finding its rest between his, Tyler kept her trapped. She felt his breath ghosting her lips, making (y/n) awfully aware of their closeness.

“I would be honoured.” (Y/n) slightly shook her head, letting another soft laugh rumble through her while her hand moved from his cheek to his lips. Softly she traced his cupid’s bow, finding herself wondering how it must feel to kiss him. A thought he seemed to pick up on while tilting his head down further, about to close the gap between them.

“Will you let me kiss you?” His question was met with a widening smile. And then everything stopped spinning and moving, no longer spiralling down the rabbit hole her anxious mind had pushed her into. Suddenly everything was still, nothing could be heard besides their gasps as Tyler kissed her.

It was a careful kiss at first, letting both of them adjust while her hand dropped from his face to his shirt. She fisted the fabric as if she was desperately trying to hold onto him, all while Tyler pushed her even closer with his hand still resting on her lower back.

“Let’s get some sleep in you first before I properly tire you out.” Tyler whispered the words against her lips, unable to bite down his grin while she stared up at him. (Y/n) only rolled her eyes at him, trying to turn from him though without much success, letting go of another laugh as Tyler kept her caged to him.

……

It was still early as she woke again, still pressed against Tyler’s front. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered the kiss, the way he had held onto her, how he had touched her with more care than she probably deserved. She gave herself another moment to soak up his closeness before she peeled herself out of his hold.

With her eyes set on his sleeping frame, she crawled out of the bed to make her way towards the bathroom. For the first time since stepping foot into this house, (y/n) allowed herself to look at her reflection in the mirror. A smile tugged on the corner of her lips before she turned towards the shower. Tyler’s shirt fell to the floor, her panties following moments later.

She was too distracted by the feeling of the warm water cascading down her back to hear the door being pushed open, allowing Tyler to study her. His eyes danced up and down her frame for a second before he stepped into the room, letting the door fall shut behind him – a sound that told her all about his nearing presence.

(Y/n) didn’t react to it, she didn’t turn towards Tyler – patiently waiting for him to take the next step. Perhaps she was insane, perhaps this was something she should run from, and yet she didn’t feel the need to run, no, all she wanted was to be close to him. Seconds kept fading by, seconds where she wondered if she should turn towards him after all, but then she felt him near, front pressed against her back with one arm finding its way around her waist.

“Morning,” his raspy voice left her shuddering. Goosebumps rose on her skin, growing in number the second his lips found her neck, softly kissing her wet skin.

“Morning,” she repeated the word. With a soft sigh, (y/n) turned in his grasp, letting her arms find their way around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. The kiss grew deeper instantly, forming a mess of tangled limbs and tongues, letting their hearts race in sync. Tyler pushed her back against the shower wall with one leg resting between her thighs, pressing against her heat.

“So, will you tire me out now?” Her teasing words left her without much strength, breathless from the shared kiss. A fire was burning in his pupils, growing stronger with every touch, every shared moment, and neither of them wanted to tame it.

“Only if you know how to ask for it nicely.” A beat passed between them, then another, all while her smirk grew and her hands began to wander down to his chest. His muscles grew tense beneath her touch, leaving her buzzing for more.

“Fuck me, Tyler. Pretty please.” His lips found hers again, silencing her rambling self while his hands explored her body. Every touch of his managed to set another part of her ablaze, a wandering fire that left its mark on her body, never fading to remind her of this moment – of how she gave herself to a man she barely knew.

“I can’t wait to have my way with you, to tie you up and fuck you stupid.” His words left her moaning in need, allowing her mind to paint all these pictures. The feeling of his calloused fingertips finding her pulsing bundle managed to distract (y/n), letting her head roll back to expose her neck to Tyler’s lips. His lips left their own marks on her soft skin while his hands took care of her every need, rubbing her bundle as he pushed two fingers into her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, feels like you were made for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) gave herself a few moments, allowing him to push her closer to her high with simple movements that felt better than ever before. But she was hungry for more, desperate to feel him resting on her tongue to make him feel whatever it was she found herself addicted to now. She pushed Tyler away with a soft grin, looking up at him to distract him from her wandering hand, how it found its way to his twitching cock.

With her teeth leaving marks on her lower lip, (y/n) sank to the ground, staring up at Tyler with an all too innocent gaze. His raspy moans filled the bathroom, growing louder the second she parted her lips to give his tip a soft lick. He was throbbing for her, needing more – whatever she was willing to offer.

“Atta girl, let me in.” She slowly took more of him, feeling him resting on her tongue, allowing (y/n) to feel every part of the soft skin. Tyler’s hand was buried in her hair, keeping his strong hold on her as if he was about to prepare himself for another rodeo, set on winning every single prize. And he’d win them all, with grace, with her mewling his name and the silent promise that from today on he was the only one to make her feel this blinding high.

His strong hold encouraged her to move, to bob her head while her hand took care of the parts she couldn’t reach without choking. Tyler looked like a god, towering over her with his muscular body on show, with his lips slightly parted and his eyes glistening with an intensity she’d never forget again, sure that she had just found her new favourite colour.

(Y/n) hummed around him as his hips jerked, forcing his cock further down her throat. The way she looked up at him, eyes filled with encouragement, was enough for Tyler to start fucking her mouth, using her as if they had done this numerous times before. She allowed him a few thrusts, giving him just enough to push him into that drunken head state that would slow his movements, distracting him from the way she was about to pull away.

“What-,” his question was cut short as she rose back to her feet and met his lips for a kiss. All tongues and teeth to perfectly express the need both were set on, guiding them towards the high both were aching for.

“I want you to cum when you fuck me.” She looked all too innocently while speaking words like this, robbing Tyler of his strength to fight back. With a smirk thrown her way, he pushed her against the tiles, keeping her caged between his broad frame and the wall he was about to fuck her against. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean.”

“Me too, but fuck, are you sure? I don’t mind grabbing a condom.” Her soft chuckles were paired with another kiss she pressed against his puffy lips. She clung to Tyler as her hand found its way back to his aching cock, giving it a few more tugs before guiding him closer. Tyler could only push her hand away, replacing it with his own to align himself with her heat and to push into her. Her walls fluttered around him, instantly teasing the man who tried to hold himself back from fucking her too hard, not wanting to leave her bruised after their first time together.

“Behave, sweetheart.” The command was met with a laugh rumbling through her, a laugh that turned into a moan as he bottomed out, leaving her full and stretched. Her fingernails were clawed into his skin, holding onto Tyler while he started fucking her with perfectly calculated thrusts.

“Where’s the fun in that? I thought you’re all about taming wild things.” His hand found her throat, pinning (y/n) back against the tiles while giving her a silent warning. Tyler’s grip wasn’t strong enough to cut off her airstream, and yet just enough to heighten her senses. They struggled to hold eye contact, even as Tyler wrapped one of her legs around his waist to fuck her even deeper, making her feel every inch of him.

“I’ll take my time taming you, you’ll lose your will to fight quickly enough, baby.” The words were rasped into her ear, making her tremble against him. His thrusts met her swollen spot shaking straight through her while his hand kept a tight hold on her throat, not giving (y/n) a chance to pull away.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart, make yourself cum on my cock.” She didn’t dare protest, not when her orgasm was all too close. (Y/n)’s fingers found her heat, rubbing her bundle to make herself cum, while Tyler kept snapping his hips. Moans clawed through the both of them, filling the bathroom while she choked on his name, letting her orgasm wash through her.

“Cum inside of me, please.” It was all he needed to hear to fall over the edge, letting go with another raspy sound. He imprinted himself on her walls, clinging to her as both their bodies shook from the intensity of their orgasms, making them all too aware of how perfect they fit together.

“If you always fuck like this, I will never leave this place willingly again.” (Y/n)’s confession drew a loud laugh out of Tyler. He pulled out of her while keeping a strong grip on her, only to pull her in for another sloppy kiss.

“Would that be so bad, sweetheart?”

#Tyler Owens smut #Tyler Owens x reader #Tyler Owens imagine #twisters #Glen Powell smut #Glen Powell imagine

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delenygma · 2 months ago

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❓ Dano!Riddler Headcanons: Part 7 | 💚 Edward & Reader Who Rarely Accepts/Gives Physical Touch (Angst, Fluff) (Requested by Anon) 💚❓

TW: Very, very slightly suggestive language towards the end!

❓ 💚❓

🟢 Eddie does love physical touch.

🟢 He is terrified when he attempts to wrap his arms around you and feels you flinch and withdraw at his touch. He lets go instantly, panic in his eyes - "H-have I hurt you? I didn't mean to... Sorry.". Before you manage to think up a response - to clarify that no, he hasn't hurt you, that you know he would never, never hurt you, it's just that sometimes you don't want to be touched, but it doesn't mean that you love him any less...

🟢 ...Edward is gone. He locks himself in the bathroom, staring down at his hands as tears well up in his eyes (-THEY ARE COVERED IN DIRT AND BLOODY V I O L E N C E, THAT IS ALL I KNOW... ALL I KNOW-).

🟢You knock, your heart thrumming in your chest, but get no response. It's not until you are close to threatening to knock the door down that he opens it, with apologies spilling from his lips.

🟢 You take his soft hands into yours and explain, slowly, carefully, that no, he certainly did not hurt you, that it's just how you work, that sometimes touch becomes too much. You explain that there are other ways - ways that can work for you both - in which he can express his love, his undying affection, that don't incorporate touch.

🟢 Listening to him. You can't help but smile when he starts talking to you about what he loves to talk about the most ("Cleansing this g-godforsaken cesspool, the injustice of it all, a-and... The perfect ratio of milk foam to cappuccino has to be 1:1:1...") . It is a semi-coherent ramble, his voice ascending an octave as he stumbles over his words, his features becoming so animated. When he talks to you like this, his entire body is on fire. He is elated - you care, you truly care, and you want to listen to him, to his words, you nod in agreement (you agree!)...

🟢 There are times when you want him to touch you, and those times are sacred for you both. His touch is so gentle (unless you want it to be rough, then he is more than happy to comply), and the way he melts into you is divine.

🟢 He feels so lucky to have you, to have someone who truly, deeply understands him. And, in return, he learns to understand you, too.

❓ 💚❓

#del's posts #del's headcanons #the riddler #dano riddler #edward nashton #the riddler headcanons #dano riddler headcanons #edward nashton headcanons #danonation #the riddler x reader #dano riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #headcanons #x reader

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fwitolei · 3 months ago

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The Dragon Prince Thoughts 6x06 - Moment of Truth

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Spoilers under the cut

Woah why did everything go monotone except for Kosmo

“This orb…is a giant piece of candy.”

W H A T

HOW

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

HOW THE FUCK DID THEY NOT NOTICE THAT WERE HOLDING A BIG-ASS JAWBREAKER (i know it’s chocolate but you get the idea---)

How tf is a piece of candy glowing in the first place—

You’ve GOT to be kidding me tho

Oh it’s color again—

“I loved your mother, Lissa, very much.”

LISSA REVEAL

I KNEW WE WERE GONNA SEE HER

OOH SHE THICC—

SHE’S BEAUTIFUL OMG

“I suppose I should call it what it is, dark magic.”

Harrow said the same thing in s1 just kill me now—

“Who am I to refuse an invitation from the high mage of Katolis?”

Wait were Kpp’Ar’s bandages ever explained? Why are they so bloody?

SOREN’S LITTLE STUFFY ON VIREN’S DESK AAAHHH

Omg he’s so emotional 😭

“Yes. Yes I see now.”

IS KOSMO REWINDING TIME—

Oooooooh wait no the monotone is him seeing the futureeeeeee

That’s so cool you go kosmo

“Prince Harrow. May I join you?”

AAAAAHHHHH harrow’s little scoot is adorable LMAOOO

Aww he’s so considerate towards sarai and callum gahhh—

I need them back now how dare they die on me 😭

“Beware, if you ever use dark magic again, the darkness and corruption will overwhelm you.”

I guarantee you he’s gonna use dark magic again watch

Mark my words

“Without magic, how will you stop me?”

I wanna know more about kpp’ar and why he quit dark magic

I bet it has something to do with his bandages

OH SHIT VIREN THROTTLED HIM

“[Kpp’Ar] invested years of his life helping me become… what i became.”

Ooh so viren got his true appearance from the coin spell i thought he was gonna get it from the spell he uses to save soren

“I only see… darkness.”

Omg he’s gonna get to space

GAHH HE’S FALLINGGG—

“Something so simple and… and easy, her tears.”

Omg you can see viren just scribbling the words down as fast as he can just reliving the moment it’s so sad

I feel so bad for him

“I pushed her against the wall and I held the back of her hair to keep her still.”

OH MY GOSH VIREN WHAT—

STOPPPPP I’M GONNA CRY

What is this serious DRAMA omg—

Where the fuck is claudia in all this that’s what i wanna know

Like soren would be sick in bed but considering lissa was full on sobbing you’d think claudia would hear it and go see what’s going on

NO THE WAY CALLUM SMILED AND REACHED OUT TO THE SKY AS HE WAS FALLING

YAY HE’S FLYING

I S T H A T R A Y L A OMG

SLAYYYYY

Ok wait can y’all get away from the edge i can’t trust y’all not to fall and die not at this point

“But the cost was… devastating.”

VIREN STOP CRYING OMG

GREAT NOW I’M CRYING UGH

NOOOO CLAUDIA RUNNING AFTER LISSA

LISSA’S STILL CRYING TOO

The way soren’s looking at viren in confusion MY HEART 😭

“And i punished you with a lifetime of cold cruelty.”

I’M SO DONE

I’M DONE

THIS F U C K I N G SHOW

SOORREEENNNNNNN MY BABY I CAN’T TAKE IT

THE WAY YOU CAN TELL VIREN’S CRYING IN HIS NARRATIONS GAWD—

“No, I… No. The guard was… mistaken.”

GIVE IT TO HIM ISTFG

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO PUT ME THROUGH ALL THAT AND NOT GIVE IT TO HIM

SOREN SEES IT TOO JUST G I V E I T —

N O O O O O O O O O O

WHY’D YOU DO THAT

WHAT THE FUCKKKKK—

Okay so i let it simmer overnight and i have a FUCKING LOT to say about this. First of all, how D A R E they make me invested in viren’s letter to soren (INCLUDING A LISSA REVEAL DAMN THAT WOMAN IS BEAUTIFUL—) only for viren to BURN IT UP?!?!!?? Lemme tell you, if i read that letter and saw the teardrop stains and shit on it i would’ve immediately forgiven him idfc free him he did all of it but i don’t care that’s my toxic trait. And for soren to S E E the letter and viren S T I L L chickens out—

*incoherent screaming*

Anyways as you can tell i loved this episode and it’s prolly one of my favorites so far. And YES i saw rayllum kiss F I N A L L Y so yeah here you go

#the dragon prince #tdp #tdp 6x06 #tdp spoilers #fandom #tv review #watch a thought #watch a thon #discussion #thoughts

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a-crumb-of-whump · 2 years ago

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Whumpy Words

Send me more and I'll add 'em when I get the chance:)

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Abducted

Abuse

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Cannibalism

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Cower

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Creepy

Crucified

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Decapitate

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Entertainment

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frostbite

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Human weapon/shield

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Jittery

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Kill

Limp

Looming

Lost

Malicious

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Master

Maul

Missing

Mistreat

Mock execution

Muffle

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Naive

Nervous

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Numb

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Obedience

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Ownership

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Photographed

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Prey

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Punish

Purified

Quiver

Reactive

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Refusal

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Rescue

Restrained

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Rules

Sacrifice

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Scar

Scream

Sedate

Seize

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Sensitive

Shiver

Shock

Sob

Starvation

Stockholm syndrome

Stoic

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Tears

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Unrecognisable

Unsafe

Unwilling

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Vigilante

Villainised

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Waterboard

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Weapon

Whip

Whimper

Whine

Writhe

Zap

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumblr

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maria-tries-to-write · 2 years ago

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100 followers’ event: Aemond Targaryen’s Yandere Alphabet! (MASTERLIST);

A stands for AFFECTION: how would they show affection?

B stands for BLOODY: how bloody are they willing to get for their object of obsession?

C stands for CRUELTY: would they ever hurt their object of obsession?

D stands for DARLING: would they cross their object of obsession’s limits?

E stands for EXPOSED: how much do they expose their own feelings to their object of obsession?

F stands for FIGHT: how would they react to their object of obsession fighting back?

G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?

H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession’s worst experience with them?

I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?

J stands for JEALOUSY: how they react when jealous? Do they get jealous?

K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?

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L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?

M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?

N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?

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O stands for OPPRESSION: how many rights would they take from their object of obsession?

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P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?

Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?

R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?

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S stands for STIGMA: what made their yandere tendencies bloom?

T stands for TEARS: how would they react to their object of obsession crying/breaking?

U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.

V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?

W stands for WIT’S END: would they hurt their object of obsession?

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X stands for XOANON: would they worship their object of obsession?

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Y stands for YEARN: how long would they pine after their object of obsession before they snap?

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Z stands for ZENITH: would they ever break their object of obsession?

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#house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #hotd #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond #yandere!aemond targaryen #yandere!aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #yandere x reader

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all-or-nothing-baby · 2 years ago

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RULES: SHARE 10 FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF AND TAG 10 (or as many as you want) OTHER BLOGS!

(the facts can be about anything you like)

thanks kate, dear @greyhavenisback for my tag xp okies, ten from the top... let's go!

1. just like kate, i too have the chronic illnesses ehlers danlos syndrome and MCS and POTS aaaaand a host of other lovely issues aha. i'm also autistic plus adhd plus dyscalculic etc etc neurodivergence my beloved <3

2. i can't stand lots of smells *autism* but i absolutely bloody L O V E the smell of creosote (that shit you paint your fence with to protect it from the weather) which is toxic af pfft

3. i have an unhealthy obsession with the rain. i want it to rain erry day. seriously. i love being in the rain, i love hearing the rain, i love talking about the rain, i want to marry the rain. it makes an appearance in waaaaaaay too many of my FICS and, since the invention of white noise makers, i honestly cannot sleep without rain sounds!

3. i grew up in a seaside town and i miss the ocean soso much

4. i have two children, one age 23 and the other age 15

5. i'm trans yeah baby!

6. i just shaved my head again woop

7. i can't write long fic waaagh. i always think it's bc i'm more of a poet who just tries their damdest to write prose? who knows

8. i like it when things randomly rhyme

9. i cry a bajillion times a day. absolutely anything that moves me even a little bit has me in tears, even if it's only for like three seconds lol

10. i'm currently (slowly) leaning german and sign language :)

bonus: i currently have what i think is the 2nd worst creative block of my life

tags, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @rauko-is-a-free-elf @slytherkins @witchsickness @warynerd @demonlandline @wanderingcas @poebin

#tag game #woop woop #i got tagged #tag you're it #unless you don't wanna be it #in which case you're not #10 facts

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saiyanqueenreads · 1 year ago

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Hunter-Centric Fanfic Recommendation List for The Owl House: Fics starting with M, N, O, & P

***Please observe any tags/warnings on each work before reading, as some stories may deal with triggering topics and situations***

The list will be updated periodically as I find great new stuff.

Making His "Mistakes" by im_bored_hi Making Waffles by LadyLorena mama’s crying for you by boopiejokes Maybe. by Polyhexian memento mori by AquaQuadrant Mercy by EmeraldArt Merely A Flesh Wound by true_serendipity messy by LavenderTrash39 Midnight Barbershop by bethanyisinjail Misfits and Misunderstandings by DefinitelyNotACryptid Missing by kiixi Missing Pieces by sleepy_catz Mistleo Hung Where You Can See by SpaceButterflies "More Weight" by TheFloof more than the sum of your parts by leaf_o4 Muscle Memory by theprincessofdenial My Dearest, Willow by puckishpal my family always said i was the bad child by Polyhexian My Father's Eyes by ChildlikeGoblinQueen My Mind, It Weeps For You by HollowIsTheWorld My two legs are broken (but look at me dance) by Bewildered_bird My whole generation got lost in the margin by thegiftofgaypoetry

New Parents by CassiePoppy45 New Scars, Old Wounds by HexAltiora Not So Silent Tears by Ace_of_diamond Not What It Looks Like by im_bored_hi now it's over for me, and it's over for you by rnelody Now you are here by Thousand_Springs Nowhere Else to Go by Sergeant_Sporks nowhere to go but here by sleepy_catz Numb Little Bird by JustWanderingSpace

october sunflowers by clovariia Of Balanced Stones and its sequel by EldritchRaven Oh, drunken gods of slaughter by perhapsitiswitchcraft Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry by Thestarswillburn on the mantle by unexpectedchair One Step At A Time by ShadySadie29 Only Natural to Harden Up by redrasberries Open Heart by true_serendipity Operation Recover and Adopt by ExploretheEcccentricities Our Gentle Devotions by Kohpon Out of Sight (Close To Mind) by HollowIsTheWorld Over before it could begin by Melonteal Overcast by Semi_ObscureFandomWriter overwhelmed so easily by Iamfrustrationnn Overworked by kiixi

Pack Animals by melancholiaapologist Pages Remain by Lollytea Painful Understanding by Sequentials2468 Palistrom Rot by Leeisdoingtheirbest Panic by CassiePoppy45 Peace on Earth and Goodwill to All Grimwalkers by ObabScribbler Pending Parental Approval by CassiePoppy45 People who won’t make you feel worthless by wigster Permanence by CassiePoppy45 Permission by Polyhexian Pink and yellow, purple and blue, I like this and that but especially you by Lollytea Poisoned by CassiePoppy45 Poppies and Lemon Trees by Polaris649 Popular by CassiePoppy45 Press Play by orphan_account 'Pretty': Day 6, Scars by daydreams_and_honeybees Promisedland by OfMonstersAndM Pumpkin, Witch and Bloody Gore by ObabScribbler Purring and (a myriad of other things) by ForThoseWhoWait

Fics Starting With: A / B, C, D / E, F, G / H, I / J, K, L / M, N, O, P / Q, R, S / T, U, V / W, X, Y, Z, #

#hunter fic masterlist #owl house fanfiction #the owl house #owl house #fanfic #hunter #toh

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nightmarearian · 2 years ago

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Genshin Char. Pause Game; Decided to write with it.

Static like rushing, raging water is all they hear.

A large piece of rubble is pushed off the pile of ruins, a tall figure standing up from it.

"ugh…"

They bring their hand up and rub their head, vision and consciousness clearing up.

"What…"

Their memory kicks in and the next thing they realize is the ruins they're standing in. Dried blood splattered around and should-be-dead bodies lying around. They freeze in shock. A rain of fire, earthquakes. Spikes of ice and choking plants. C e l e s t i a.

At first they are angry. For what have they done? Are the gods as so arrogant and selfish as to strike and entire nation down for hiding from their gaze and accelerating as they were. The next is grief. For the bloody bodies around them, for the innocent struck down. They will themselves to not cry. For a Black Serpent Knight, who has failed their duty.

They notice their sword, chipped, covered in ash and blood, sticking out in another pile of rubble. They dig their feet out of the rock and stumble out of the pile; They ignore the impaled dead (no. No, they aren't dead. There's a light, shallow breathing. They're alive. If they're conciouss is the question.), the charred bodies. They dig their sword out, blue embeded in the black metal coming through in the ash, gold lining glinting. … Glinting? It's an underground nation, the only light that ever appeared was artifical, fire or otherwise, or certain things or parts of the abyss. They look around, facing up and they notice the rushing current of black, purple, and glowing blue of the abyss.

Their breath stops in shock and their brain scrambles for explanation. They shake their head. No - explanations are useless right now. If the ceiling has turned into the abyss, then its most likely that it's consumed Khaeri'ah. All that means is that they have to survive. Maybe find any survivors; The Alberich Clan or the Head of the Knights, Dainsleif. (And to whatever punishment they wait for their failure.) - They cannot tell how much time had passed, but they can feel it been too long. Their sword has somehow not broken, still useful somehow, for the abyssal monsters roaming around. The next thing they know is that there is something that tickles their feet, and it is too bright. The fog in their mind clears up and there is this grass all on the ground, there are stars and a faintly glowing large round… thing in the… in the… Is that the sky? Is this… T e y v a t?

They look around; Open land and rushing water. The land of the gods: Lush, bright, and too much. There is something [chirping] in the trees, something crawling on the ground, grass obscuring whatever it is.

Are the gods watching them right now? Why have they not struck him down already? Wind (what?) brushes across his face; They flinch in response, twirling around, looking for whatever threat there may be. The anemo archon? They won't be afraid to take them down, if they die or not. They've survived the cataclysm; they'll survive the wrath of the gods again.

They find nothing in response and their breath starts to calm down. Warily lowering their sword, they look around once more, to find a direction to go.

It is on one day that something they recognize as a vision is bestod upon them. The favor of the gods. They freeze looking at the thing in a silent rage. T h e f a v o r o f t h e g o d s.

They laugh, insane and angry, scaring all the wildlife off. It lies cold in their hand, and in the background of their rage does it absentmindedly remind them of refreshing calm and rushing water.

They end up barely using it, silently tying it into the braid of their light hair.

The curse has spread to their face, and they hide the bottom of their face with a tied cloth. It burns in their arms sometimes, reminding them where they are from, and the fall of it.

They try to keep quiet even if they are alone in an open field, short shrieks, gasps, and grunts coming out none the less. Tears burn in their eyes yet they will them not to fall.

It is night when they are walking around the town and hear a shrill sound; They look around and pinpoint the source of the sound. Somewhere in the sky something whizzes up from the ground. Their eye stays transfixed on it, confused and they flinch as it bursts into a loud golden explosion, the embers fading into the dark night sky. "Beautiful, aren't they?" They flinch for the second time as they turn their head, arms raising to a defensive position. "Hey, hey! Not here to hurt you." The girl yells, hands raising next to her head. Another explosion goes off in the sky, it's color momentarily lighting up the field and the girl up in a warm light. There's a large red shimenawa rope tied in a bow on her back, her blonde hair tied up in a way that reminds him of the explosions in the sky. A complicated rope and orentaments decorate her hair, and there are bandages wrapped around her arm, leg and torso. What they assume is an orange kimono is worn in an odd way, floral partterns on the bottom of it. A bright orange tattoo is on her skin, and she has bright amber (circular) eyes.

They let out a light sigh and lower their hands, ignoring the explosions in the sky, continuously going off. "Heh," the girl breathes out in relief. Her hands quickly drop to her hips, face turning into a grin. "I'm Yomiya! Maker of those fireworks up there." She nods her heads up. Fireworks? The explosions in the sky? Huh… They quickly look around and notice no one is particularly worried, just looking at the "fireworks."

"What's your name? I haven't seen you around, and you look pretty interesting! Are you an outsider?" Yomiya asks.

They open their mouth to answer and can't seem to find one; They end up just pressing their lips together, sighing though their nose and shrugging.

"You… don't have one?"

"No…" They sigh.

"Huh, just a wanderer, then?" She asks, more to herself than to them. She seems content with the answer none the less, and her gaze leaves them and goes to the fireworks. They follow her gaze to the explosions in the sky, both staring at them for a while. (It looks like a rain of fire.) The fireworks eventually ends, and Yomiya sighs in content. They turn around to face the girl after a moment, and Yomiya turn to face them. "Mmmm, what about… I give you a name?" She exclaims.

"Give… me a name?"

"Yep!" She answers. She lowers her voice. "Sorry if this seems a bit insensitive, seeing as we just met, but you seem a little… lost. Maybe a name will help you find something!"

"… Yeah… yeah, I think- I think I'd like that."

Yomiya grins again, and she begins walking; They follow. Her finger goes to her chin, eyes looking to the ground in thought. "Hmmmm, let's see… hydro vision…, sword…., mmmm. Oh!" She stops in her walk turning to the (Khaenri'ahn) wanderer. "What about Tsukisasu?!"

"Tsu-ki-sa-su?" They try the name on their mouth, sounding out the syllables.

"Ehe, yep!" Yoimiya smiles for what feels like the umpteenth time. "It means pierce or something similar." She explains. "Your eyes give off that vibe, and the sword & hydro vision sorta complete that!"

"The hyrdro vision?"

"Oh, you know," her voice deepens in a dramatic way. "The piercing deep of the ocean, haha."

"Hmm…" They absentmindedly hum. "I like it." They state.

She grins with her teeth this time, arms going back to her hips. "Glad you do, Tsukisasu!"

Tsukisasu smiles back. - Tsukisasu had ended up staying a while, getting used to their name (and really, just the hassle of doing anything international with Inazuma.)

They wore a short kimono now; Black with a blue cloud-and-stars pattern near the bottom. A blue sash with a golden string tie it in the middle. Some of their black serpent knight armour still lay under the clothing, the blue, gold lined star on their breastplate peeking out from the low hanging opening of the kimono, a black turtleneck as their underclothing. They wore the plackart with the breastplate, keeping on one of the extravagant shoulder plates atop the kimono. Tsukisasu decided to keep the shoulder-to-forearm's armour on, though only keeping cloth gloves for their hands, as well as the armour from the knee down. They used bandages to cover their arms - more on one than the other - as well as one of their legs. They use the same cloth to cover the half of their face, the curse having spread to around half of their face. Their hair has a few Inazuman accesories in it, their hydro vision - Inazuman style, as they had learned - braided in with it.

Tsukisasu follows the path from the Stone Gate to the Dawn Winery, quickly taking down the cryo slimes. Their blade is now imbedded with hydro, Yomiya and others getting them used to and accepting their vision. The slimes freeze with their cryo and Tsukisasu's hydro, and the moonlight of the fake sky shines across the ice. The slimes shatter quickly, melting into the ground. Seeing no more danger, Tsukisasu desummons their sword to the subspace and follows the upwards trail. They pass the Dawn Winery, momentarily marveling at the extravagant building, before following the shorter path to Springvale - across Dragonspine.

Tsukisasu looks at the full moon again, it catching their attention for what seems like the umptieth time that night. They had always traveled and was generally awake during the night compared to the day, finding the sun too bright for them to really ever get used to. People in Inazuma would joke that it just went along with their name, "Tsuki" meaning moon in Inazuman.

Tsukisasu pauses and looks up at the full moon, the extravagant & plentiful stars decorating the sky, as it has for the past hundred nights. All the same. Compared to the real sky, with the few yet many stars dotted in the sea of ink of the abyss, Teyvat's fake sky seems all the too… dull. Matte. Lifeless.

They continue walking, and notice a figure in the distance, staring up to the night sky. They're wearing some odd hat, with a wide rim a a pointy top, the top leaning down like the start of the crescent. A witch's hat. Tsukisasu approaches, steps making nigh a sound. The details of the figure are clearer as they approach, and they have flowing long twin-tails, their split cape following the flow of it, with a hydro vision at the top of it. She's wearing gloves, and her overall clothing are decorated with gold- no, yellow, stars and moons. Their eyes squint in dislike from the stars, though they catch themselves to not make too much of a opinion on someone they haven't really talked to yet. They notice the floating circle full of sigils in front of their hands, made out of hydro.

Tsukisasu straightens their back and readies theirself to summon their sword, need be, though they doubt they'd need to. They clear their throat, loud enough for the stargazing girl to jump, shortly shriek, and turn around. She quickly stands up, a catalyst swinging around to next to her, and her arm swing up (her defensive stance doesn't do much. It's clearly untrained, and yet she's out at night. Their opinion, as much as they try, keeps dropping down.) infront of her body. Her arm drops at the sight of them having no weapons (really? They could summon a weapon at any point, not to mention just use their fists. She didn't even ask.), and her catalyst teleports to behind her. She sighs, and then crosses her arms.

"Barbatos! You can't scare someone like that!" For some reason Tsukisasu feels like she wouldn't've even noticed if they did make any noise.

"Sorry," is what they say instead, "I was wondering what you were doing."

"Oh! I am Astrologist Mona Megistus, meaning "The Great Astrologist Mona." She introduces herself. An astrologist? Of these matte skies? Tsukisasu knows the ignorance of the people of Teyvat, at their belief of the sky, but still, they cannot stop the microexpression of their face turning to one of dislike. "I read fates of others in the stars, me particularly with hydromancy. Who are you?"

"Ah, just a wanderer with no home. You can call me Tsukisasu."

"Hm," Mona looks at them up and down, lingering on the clothing. "From Inazuma?"

Definatly not; For the year they have spent there, the fallen nation of stars and the real sky shall always be their home. But all they say in response is: "Yes. Are you from here?"

She hums an affirmation in response. She turns back to the stars for a moment, before back to Tsukisasu. "Well, nice to meet you, Tsukisasu!"

"You as well," They hesitate for a moment before continuing, "You… really look at people's fates and such from the stars?" They can't hide the incredulity from their voice, much to their own dismay.

Mona scoffs at the tone, returning with a challenging one. "Of course; The stars haven't been wrong, and I doubt they would ever be. Why would this astral blanket of the world not hold secrets?"

Tsukisasu doesn't say anything in response. They suppose it would make some sort of sense. The fake sky made from Celestia would need to mean something, like the abyss. Would need to be meaningful to even compare to where they've deemed unholy. Personally, it's just a dull attempt at trying to compare to the under's sky, the real one. They focus back in onto reality, on the challenge in Mona's eyes. Ignorance is bliss.

"Just don't… personally think too much of it."

A sharp hum in return. "Well, to each their own." Mona nods.

"To each their own." Tsukisasu concedes.

They bid farewell with that, and Tsukisasu uses the rest of the night to make it to Mondstat.

The matte, full moon stares at them as it lowers into the horizon, the warmth of the first rays of what feels like, but is not, lifeful sun. The cold, calm yet rushing water of their vision silently hums as they close their eyes. - They meet another star-eyed man, in Mondstat.

Kaeya Alberich.

They catch eyes in the Angel's Share for just a moment. They don't say anything.

Tsukisasu smiles into their drink, happy there's another unmonstrous, star-eyed survivor. Of the Alberich Clan, no less.

(Kaeya wonders what a Khaenri'ahn is doing in Inazuman clothes, and a favor of the gods in their hair. He wonders, distantly, what their reaction to it was, if the same as his. His mind lingers on the bandages practically covering most of their body, and wonders.) (In the end, he is just as happy that there is another survivor, pushing the fears that they've come back for him down with his sip of wine.)

They're in the middle of the path between the Stone Gate and Wangshuu Inn when there is a sudden burning on their skin, contrasting with the coolness that comes with their hydro vision. Tsukisasu is unable to stop the screams that they distantly realize is themselves; The skin under the bandages burns, like the rain of fire; Their hands weakly scratch at them, wanting to peel the bandages and skin off. Their vision flashes and suddenly they aren't under the full moon's light but are infront of the Twight Sword, Dainsleif himself. He is alive, a mask covering half of his face; A long collar cape and a blue, gold rimmed star on his chest.

Their mind distantly says to salute, and the body they're looking through does, but their's do not. The captain salutes back, nodding at him. The body they- no everyone is looking through must say something, and the Captain Dainsleif's arm lowers, with confusion on his face. It returns with a smile and a nod.

The next thing they know they are looking at the ground, throat sore from screaming and breath ragged. Yet they are at peace.

They're on their way back to Inazuma on a trade ship, and as they pull into the dock, they watch faraway fireworks explode in the distance.

The matte moon's light seems to recede just for the burst of gold and ember; The torches on the dock glint brightly of the gold of their armour.

Tsukisasu thinks they have found their second home, where the leftovers of a fallen nation can live.

The water calms.

A Genshin Impact Pause game!

Vision: Hydro Where From: Khaenri'ah Weapons: Sword Body Type: Tall M BSF: Yoimiya Enemy: Mona Rank: 5 Star

#genshin impact #genshin pause game #oc #yomiya #genshin yoimiya #genshin mona #mona megistus #khaenri'ah

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yesfxckyxu · 8 months ago

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A L O N E ! VERSE || X A V I E R C R A S S U S .

NAME: Xavier Crassus. AGE: 21-25. (Verse Dependent) DOB: Oct 15. NATIONALITY: American. SPECIES: Human. GENDER: Male. OCCUPATION: Gang Member. HEIGHT: 5’10”. HAIR: Messy Pitch Black. EYES: Blueish Green. FACECLAIM: mixed.

Taken in by a dangerous gang by the age of fourteen/fifteen in New York, mainly by force, Xavier has done what he can to keep a roof over his head and food on his plate. Having been thrown out to the streets prior, he had no choice but to accept this lifestyle with little push-back.

This gang is well known in the underground, having a reputation that demands respect when spoken. The Sons of Perdition are known to torture and cause gang wars when things don’t go their way. Leaving bloody trails in their wake. Within this line of talk about the gang, there is another part of it about a certain group within this large gang. A mention of ‘a dog’ being used to threaten other groups and people who don’t pay up.

After years of abuse, and having to kill and witness many horrors that this life has to offer… Xavier has worked hard to reach a rank higher than 'dog'. And after some blood, sweat, and tears—Xavier has become more than any average dog in this line of work.

Biography:

His past no longer matters to him.

This version of Xavier is callous, cold, and savagely brutal. He cares little about what other people want, unless it's for the sake of business.

Be warned when interacting with him.

#a!xavier crassus #verse selection;

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truckreincarnation · 1 year ago

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ra(vee)ng mad | Vee | Trial 2.1 | Re: everything, Avery and Nao, Theophania

Two years ago, Vivian Lockwood found the broken body of their best friend Perennial Harbor, her neck painfully exposed, and her eyes wide open and unfocused. She had been cold to the touch as he fruitlessly attempted CPR, and then Vee felt a part of his soul leave his body once the gravity of her death finally sunk in. They had collapsed onto her body, and bawled until their tear ducts ran dry and the ambulance crew had to pull them off. He had stayed for her funeral, then he ran; he ran from the cursed campsite where all of their happy memories were now tinged with the bitter knowledge that she had died where she had lived and loved, ran from the rest of Perry's family as he cut off contact with the remaining two for fear they would remind him of what happened to Perry, ran away from the shock and pain and horror and overwhelming grief until he had run headlong into the sunlight, and by a miracle, somehow ended up running back to her.

Two hours ago, Vivian Lockwood found the broken body of their best friend Perennial Harbor, her neck painfully exposed, and her eyes wide open and unfocused. She had been warm to the touch as he fruitlessly attempted CPR, and then Vee felt a part of his soul leave his body as he cast Dark Revival on her, to no avail. They had collapsed onto her body, and bawled until their tear ducts ran dry and both Harriet and Luz had to pull them off.

But there was no running, this time. Even if the impulse to fall headlong into the river and let the water reclaim him was strong, the desire to uncover the truth behind what happened tonight drives his footsteps, his breathing, his focus on dragging the hollowed-out shell he called a body to his spot next to Harriet and the empty space that was once Perry's. Their grey eyes were unfocused and ringed with red, their posture hunched over, their fingers gripping onto the edges of the table so hard that their knuckles were white.

"It still d-doesn't feel real..." They whisper, unable to keep a fresh wave of tears from making their way down their pale face. "Like some c-cruel feckin' practical joke p-predilected on so many f-feckin' things goin'... goin' c-completely fuckin' wrong that it f-feels like she's just goin' to p-pop open the door and s-say it's whatever this blasted kingdom's v-version of April Fools' is. So many t-things had to happen tonight for t-this to be the end result. I want to scream. Perry's journal was s-still in her belongin's by her b-beddin', which means instead of s-sendin' us all a message askin' for h-help, she crawled on that b-broken ankle and bloodied t-throat, to try and s-send a message through gravity a-and the balcony?! And then, s-someone seein' her in so much p-pain and sufferin', one f-foot into the grave, d-cecides the best thin' to d-do is bop a fuckin' Shatterstone o-on her?! The Lord as my w-witness, what in the actual f-fuck happened?! I just- I can't- I- I-!"

"A-A-Auuuuugh!"

The burden of knowledge is just too much. A hundred possibilities, a hundred what-ifs. A hundred ways to share the blame for who let this happen, who decided their best friend should die so senselessly and painfully and still had the gall to exploit the circumstances. The shock to their system causes them to short-circuit, collapsing onto their table as their brain overheats, and it's nearly half a minute before they can pick themselves back up. Their face is still a portrait of unreleased catharsis, a nervous wreck only stalling their imminent breakdown to get things done.

"...If this t-turns out to be anythin' m-more than the worst f-feckin' chain of accidents and b-bad fuckin' decisions in the h-history of our known e-existence, I'm goin' to seriously l-lose it. I'm at my l-limit. I'm really g-goin' to fuckin'- Someone's g-goin' to hafta answer for this. 8PM to 10PM, M-Manami and I were in R-Room 8, listenin' to music. I saw her b-back to her room, then e-entered the Dining H-Hall soon after around 10.03. 10.11, Shinjuku gets up and l-leaves in a hurry, and I s-shoulda followed him the m-moment Luz came in unharmed and u-unbothered the literal next minute." Of fucking course something had happened to Perry, but they'd been in too much of a dopey mood after spending time with Manami that they hadn't recognised the warning signs. Stupid Vee. Stupid! "She and G-Germain left at 10.25, and then I g-got called up like m-most of the rest of u-us. We tried to c-check on Vivianna durin' the investigation, s-since her headband ended up on Perry's h-head for some reason, b-but her door was sealed and we r-ran out of time before messagin' the g-group chat to ask her if s-she knew what happened here."

They breathe out shakily. "On a-account of the fact I d-do not have anyone to v-vouch for my full whereabouts b-between 10.25 and 10.42, I will a-accept being considered a s-suspect for the purposes of being t-thorough. That is the general t-timeframe someone who would be u-upstairs in the craftin' room would h-have to be there to do this. Do n-not insinuate anythin' else, I am s-seriously goin' to lose my shite if y-you think I could've done any of t-this," Vee hisses, embittered by pain and frustration. "I can also c-corroborate all of the injuries d-described by Avery and Nao, and add that I've g-gathered no reason for why she would l-leave the library's second floor if s-she was still waitin' for help that n-never arrived."

Once again, they were just that little too late. If they ever needed a reminder that they were probably God's mistake, history had a decidedly wonderful fucking way of letting Vee know it was the most bullshit thing ever.

#Vee #ch2 #trial2 #submission

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deletethiswhenmytimehascome · 2 years ago

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I wanna be a bloody mess I wanna peel off my skin and tear out my hair I wanna drip blood everywhere can I be v i s i b l y da mag ed PL e a s e

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underteika · 2 years ago

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It was a horrible pain. The taste of metal in their mouth, the ringing in their ears, the gasps on the floor. A hand slipping on the growing pool of their own blood, making getting up impossible. Singing eyes. Curling up like a dying insect in a cruel child's playground.

Part of them even reached out to the figures leaving the estate.

To do what, exactly?

Please don't leave me here.

So wholly afraid of the concept of death that one bloodied hand tried to grasp at the intruders that fired at them.

I don't want to die.

Drawers crashed to the ground to look for valuables, with the old wood crumbling on impact with the floor. Pottery shattering as old porcelain was knocked carelessly over. Sounds, at this point, as white began to grip at the corners of their vision, obscured by stinging tears.

Don't leave me here.

Did they even find what they were looking for in here? Everything else became noise, agony, a chill, tremors... ... This was the end, wasn't it? An ending, alone, forgotten in a forest of silence and graves of those who had been buried years, decades, centuries before. All that time taking care of this insignificant part of the world...

And the world, clearly, did not care back.

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It's their memory; their last one.

One they buried six years ago on arrival to this place, along with many others. Snapshots of horror in an incomprehensible jumbled sequence to whatever poor arrival also came through in the eclipse, mixing with the doubts and fears and sorrows of a place that wasn't home.

The metal of the guard rail behind them began to dent and pit, as if bludgeoned by some other force. A headlight shattered on one of the welcoming vehicles in the rapidly growing pressure of the immediate area. Dark pools formed at their feet as the Sorrow began to congeal onto itself, drawn from the people around them.

The first time Anda Teika arrived to this place, it was near powerless. Powerless, ignorant, and apathetic.

Six years later, trying and failing to get their bearings, is an empath of immeasurable strength, trying to sort the years of triumphs and horrors of the city they'd grown to call a home.

In a kind of defense, despite everything, their powers tried to advert the people around them.

You forgot that appointment you needed to go to. It's going to rain soon. G o a w a y . No, you're walking the wrong way. There's nothing here. You should be l e a v i n g .

It was strange that he had come home and the house was empty.

Not just that others were out, nor that Yuan had left once again, but the house was never empty.

And yet there was no prick at his senses when he crossed the barrier, and he had known Anda had disappeared before his hand even made it to the door. Pressing a hand flat to the door, there was...Simply nothing. As though he had gone to work earlier that day and come back to a completely different space.

"Ah."

It was normal, typical, to remain when others leave, but this was different. Anda had never left. Anda leaving was...A horrid concept - Yuan, Grey, Rider - all of them were returning to a known. A solidified concept, and they were all safe (to varying degrees). But this was...

No, this was different. This sent a chill down his spine. Not just for himself and his own loneliness (dulled as that loneliness was, and never quite alone as he could ever be), but for Anda's sake. For Anda's present in their own time.

And for what would happen if Anda were to learn something new - unpleasant, experience something horrid and then return, dropped back into this place.

He swallowed, hand pressed against the door. There was no way of knowing how long he had to prepare. Based on the last eclipse, it could be moments. Or it could be years.

...

It had, in reality, been little more than 24 hours. There was no guarantee it would be today, but he would be waiting by the platform, focused on the incoming individuals, scanning the crowd with determined features.

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