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kyliafanfiction · 6 months ago

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I saw a bit in a Taylor/Amy fic (the latest chapter of Desperate Times Call for Desperate Pleasures) where Amy compared Taylor to a Necromancer Princess (it fits in Context) and that immediately made me think of a Fantasy AU of Worm. No shards/powers, or at least not in the Worm way, but playing with the characters.

And of course that has me thinking about who everyone would be in such a story idea:

Taylor - necromancer, obviously, given the inspiration. Maybe not a princess, but of some high birth. Danny Hebert is still his canon personality, but as a necromancer. Probably a distant father since the death of Annette. Maybe he's consumed with trying to find ways to restore her to full life or something. Doesn't control bugs, maybe? Or maybe she controls swarms of dead insects in addition to or instead of the usual skeletons and zombies? I'd lean to no bugs, just skeletons and zombies, but YMMV. Keeping her bullied/etc experience may be harder, but if Emma is also a noblewoman, perhaps of higher status (maybe Taylor's low nobility? Or not at all?)

Amy - she's a cleric of some healing-related goddess, presumably? The rest of her family are probably all Knights and Paladins of some sort. Her birth father could be some sort of Bandit King type guy who played up a 'honorable highwayman' schtick (and may actually have been a noble as well as a bandit) akin to the 'code' and 'better than the other villains' thing he had going in canon. Her guilt over not healing all the time probably wouldn't be a thing because there'd be too many other healers, but you could still play with the idea, and she'd still have that separation from her family because she's not a warrior.

Tattletale - no magic, just really smart. Probably a 'Rogue', if we were applying classes to it.

Rachel - Ranger, obviously. Has a wolf animal companion, maybe actually gainfully employed as one of the Royal Huntsmen or someone who prevents poaching on a King's Forest type place. or maybe she's a poacher herself. Probably the latter, but the former could be done well, IMO. Either way, definitely still pretty feral from not spending a lot of time around most people.

Brian - maybe some kind of Paladin of darkness type thing. He could be sworn to Taylor's father as her bodyguard (and Taylor still has her canonical attraction to him).

Alec - I'm honestly not sure. If I were wedging it into D&D classes, some form of Bard, but I wouldn't necessarily want to be bound specifically to classes. Still, he could either have magic specially around manipulation and controlling of the body, or maybe he's like, half-demon, or quarter-demon (and Heartbreaker is either a demon or half-demon) and that's the source of his power. I lean towards the latter.

Aisha - Illusionist? Uses her magic for lots of pranks and stuff, and gets really good at making herself invisible, etc.

New Wave - as I noted, the rest of New Wave would probably be knights/paladins of some sort. Maybe Vicky, Sarah, Crystal and Eric ride griffons or some other flying beast? Vicky on a Pegasus sounds really fitting. Also probably a noble family, but definitely recently ennobled or low nobility, to play into the privileged WASP upper middle class vibe New Wave has in Worm

Lung - could be an actual Dragon, could be a guy who shapeshifts into one, maybe a half-dragon (playing on his half-chinese/half-japanese canon backstory and how he was an outsider in Japan as a result). Warlord or roaming bandit type guy, probably. Oni Lee would be a teleporting assassin who works for him, and Bakuda as an alchemist making explosive compounds and such is there.

Armsmaster - a master Smith and warrior. Already has a Halberd. maybe he does enchanted runes into his weapons or something to make them sharper

Miss Militia - either she's a super skilled archer of some sort, or maybe a magic who specializes in big, flashy attack spells (fireball, etc)

Dragon - Secretly a construct (or disembodied animating spirit?) of some kind that has free will and sentience, but pretends just to be a construct-crafting mage? Might not be able to keep using that name if Dragons are a thing in-setting. Depends.

Kaiser - probably a normal noble in his public face (Max, of the House of Anders), known for his charity towards the poor (only the humans, of course), but secretly the leader of a racist militia-type group that persecutes nonhumans in the Kingdom? Or specific groups of humans. Or both. Probably doesn't have magical powers, but does have some cool enchanted gear he paid a fortune for, and hides just how good he is with a sword, except in his secret persona?

Hookwolf - actual werewolf? Still works for Anders, presumably.

None of these thoughts are necessarily final, really, and I have a few more, but nothing quite formed yet.

Obviously, more might need to worked out, including plot and the particulars of the setting (is Brockton the whole Kingdom? Is Brockton Bay one city? A major focus? Maybe Brockton Bay is a larger region, and some of the various parts of the Bay are distinct cities and towns in the Bay area. I have a setting that involves both Paladins and Necromancers in prominent roles that I might repurpose if I was going to write this... which I still might, but not yet).

Other characters could play all sorts of roles, would have to think more on their equivalent versions. Can't just make everyone some flavor of wizard/warlock/witch/etc, and wouldn't want to be married to specific 'classes', but it's a solid starting point anyway.

What would you all envision 'Fantasy AU' versions of some of the characters? Do you think I'm way off the mark with some of them? Obviously 'Fantasy AU' covers a wide swath of possibilities, so there's a lot of variation. Still, curious as to people's ideas with it.

Obviously, if I wrote it, it would be Taylor/Amy in the long run, (I am nothing if not a predictable, hopeless shipper) maybe involving Taylor (and the AU's version of the Undersiders?) kidnapping Amy at some point, who knows.

#Worm #Wormblr #Worm Fanfiction #Taylor Hebert #Amy Dallon #Pillbug #Skitterpan #Musings #Fic Ideas #Free To Take I Suppose Though I'm Probably Putting This On The List To Do Myself Someday #Someday May Never Come Though #The Worm Fantasy AU Idea

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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 1 year ago

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Hello ! I have a request for you so I hope you can do it ! 🩷 (no rush obviously, take your time ☺️💓)

I wanted to request for Verosika mayday and (she's my favorite gal) with a cute idol reader (they're in a relationship)

example for idol reader: (basically They're cute as hell)

Can be any gender you want

Verosika Mayday With A Cute Idol S/O

Now, I'll start this off with the obvious: before you start dating, she sees you as competition. I mean, how dare you come onto her turf and steal her fans?!

However, it doesn't take long for her to meet you with intent of threatening you away, only for her to begin swooning over you soon after.

You're just?? So sweet??? Like??

She's enamored with you, but she thinks it's suspicious. Soon after, though, she learns that it's not an act, that you really ARE that sweet and that cute.

It isn't long until you two start dating, and she makes it VERY clear to her posse that you're off-limits because you're HER sweet little S/O.

She'll also actually refrain from fucking people, either on earth or in hell, as long as she has you. She adores you beyond belief, viewing you as just too sweet to do that to.

Now, she's got that pop star money. So anytime she sees anything that even SLIGHTLY reminds her of you, congratulations, you've got twelve.

You two would bond over music, definitely. No matter what kind of music you sing (I assume pop based on the term 'idol'), and she'll even suggest karaoke dates for the both of you.

Plus, she'll integrate herself into your professional life, too, with collabs! Interchanging, switching vocals, with one of you singing your part of the main chorus and the other doing the backing vocals, and vice versa.

Another thing: she'll have you help with writing songs and everything! It's nice dating another musician, because you both know how to support each other endlessly.

If you're a succubus and you're interested in seducing humans together, perfect, she'll do that with you! But if not, that's okay, she only needs you.

Because you're so sweet and cute, though, it'd be a long time before she opened up about her psst relationship with Blitzø and how he broke her heart.

That said, she'll write a diss track about him with lines along the lines of "fuck you, got my new boo". She's petty, even if you aren't, and unless you say you're uncomfortable, she isn't gonna stop putting you in her pettiness anytime soon.

She'll help you with outfit coordination and ask for the same in turn, figuring that if you're both coordinated, it's a sly way to show everyone that you're hers.

PDA is a must, but it'll be lower than if you weren't an idol, because she doesn't want to risk you being made upset if it's in the tabloids. Anything that can be construed as 'friendly', she'll do in public. The kissing and stuff is saved for later. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That said, if anyone ever flirts with you in public, she has no shame in making out with you or grabbing your ass right there in public, just to show that person that you're hers and only hers.

And likewise, if anyone ever flirts with her, she'll grab your hand and offer a cruel smirk while she turns them down.

"Yeeeeeah, no. I already have a fucking amazing S/O, who's most definitely better in bed than a lame fuckstain like you ever would be."

She'll try harder to get through rehab entirely for you. She wants to see that sweet, adorable smile on your face when she tells you that she's done with the Beelzejuice...

Basically, contrary to what you'd think, your sweetness an innocence inspires her to be better.

Although...

There's always a small part of her that wants to corrupt you more than anything else.

"Aww, S/O, you look almost good enough to eat~."

"Are you saying I'm sweet? :D"

"...Yeah."

She would never do that of course, but the thought is kind of just... there. But she loves you too much to ever try to do that to you.

All in all, Verosika is a good girlfriend to you, and both your professional and personal lives are filled with love and laughter together.

And she'll be damned if she lets anyone keep you apart...

Ever.

#verosika mayday #verosika x reader #helluva boss verosika #verosika helluva boss #helluva verosika #helluva boss #helluvaboss #blitzo #helluva boss x reader #notsfw implications

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venomwrites · 2 months ago

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Follow up to The Room because SOMEONE said the first part was as fluffy as I get. On a completely unrelated note happy new years to everyone and in particular to @qvert you should go admire her art.

“I think you shouldn’t be here tonight,” Caitlyn says and Vi’s guilt roars up.

She knows she’s fucked up in a lot of ways. It’s only been a few days of sleeping in Caitlyn’s bedroom but she thought maybe things were getting better. Or heading in the right direction. Caitlyn’s letting her sort through the boring paperwork shit and starting to get her hands around how much fucking work running this house is. Vi’s known it takes a lot to run a house, she’s known since she was a kid helping her mom and definitely when her parents died. Vander was their rock but rocks didn’t make soup. One of her favorite stories in the book was of a woman who said she made stone soup. But her mother explained that it wasn’t the stone. It was the things people brought to add to the stone soup. For a long time there were no other people so Vi had brought everything she could find for her own soup. She kept them fed for years until it just sort of became her job. But there’s a serious difference between keeping people from starving and running what seems like a small village.

It’s intimidating but it doesn’t stop her.

Not when she looks over and sees her stuff on the empty shelves. Not when Caitlyn nuzzles into her chest and her warm weight reminds Vi how to sleep. Except once again she’s behind on something because Caitlyn is politely rejecting her. It’s not a gun to the gut or a yell or a quiet apology about why they can’t fight together. But it still stings. Even if Vi gets it. She’s a fuck up. Caitlyn gave her a chance and she blew it. She doesn’t expect Caitlyn to kick her out, but she wonders if maybe Ekko would let her crash while she figures out her next move. Even if she doesn’t belong in this place, she doesn’t want to go back to that shoebox shithole and drink herself to death. Not anymore. Not when she’s the only one left who remembers so many. She doesn’t trust her voice so she just nods and gets over to the nightstand to pick up her book. She really hopes Caitlyn will let her keep it. Then she immediately chastises herself because of course she will. Caitlyn has done so much for her. She can answer her in a steady voice at least.

“Yeah, okay,” she says, “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“No, Vi,” Caitlyn makes a noise of frustration and Vi wonders how she even managed to fuck this up. But then Caitlyn is in front of her. Her hands only hesitate a moment before settling on Vi’s shoulders, “it’s New Years eve,” she says and Vi turns with the pressure of her hands towards the spectacular balcony.

Everything clicks.

The city is spread out dazzlingly before them. Piltover sloping down to Zaun. Vi loves it because it’s the same view she used to take in on the rooftops, just from a different angle. Before she looked up at Piltover and dared it to judge her. But even back then, if she didn’t fight it she could wonder at the high buildings and endless food. And if she was really in a mood, she could let the longing wash over her. Now she doesn’t fight it. Not the longing, not the wonder. She lets them both wash over her as she sits on the balcony while Caitlyn brushes her teeth. But even she knows the Zaun she longs for doesn’t exist down there. Not really. Not anymore. She can barely step foot in it without tearing up at the memories. She has to run all the way down there to be exhausted enough to make it more than a few blocks. And she needs the entire walk back to keep herself from shaking. Sometimes she can barely meet Caitlyn’s eye when she comes back.

But she used to spend every New Years on the rooftops watching the fireworks.

It was the great equalizer, in a way. They were loud for her, they were loud for Piltover. Anyone that looked up could marvel at the starbursts of color that lit up the sky. She knew the Pilties weren’t sharing the beauty of them, but that didn’t matter. The starbursts of color were for everyone. She used to wrap a scarf around Powder’s ears to help muffle the noise but a few years in she took it off to marvel at them. To promise one day she would make the sky starburst like that. Vi would think of the promise when she could hear the dull echo in Stillwater. One year she convinced herself that maybe Powder was out there making fireworks and living an honest life. She was so fucking stupid. Now when she thinks of hearing an explosion it’s chased by another one of her promises. And now it ends in screaming. The thought makes her want to be sick.

“Shit,” she says quietly as Caitlyn fits herself behind her and rests their temples together, “how bad?”

“Very,” Caitlyn says, an apologetic note in her voice like this is somehow her fault, “I thought the bunker might be best,” she says, “just to be safe.”

Vi hesitates because it sounds wonderful and like a lot of trouble. But Caitlyn seems to understand her hesitation and gives her arms a squeeze.

“It should be set up.”

“Okay,” Vi says, “thanks,” she swallows against the embarrassment and gratitude that churns in her gut, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Vi,” Caitlyn sighs and suddenly her chin is on Vi’s shoulder. Usually when they touch like this, one of them is asleep. It feels strange to do it in the middle of the bedroom that isn’t exactly theirs. Strange and kind of amazing, if Vi’s being honest, “I’m coming with you,” Caitlyn says.

Everything in her relaxes against Caitlyn. The arms on her shoulders hesitate only a moment before sliding down to wrap around hers. Caitlyn holds her warmly and firmly and it feels so impossibly nice it makes Vi’s head spin. Until Caitlyn makes a soft sound that might be a laugh and suddenly Vi is desperately alert to hear it again. She’s utterly unwilling to move from the embrace but manages to get her head tilted enough to give Caitlyn a questioning look. Caitlyn smiles. Vi can feel her smile against her neck. She feels her heart begin to pick up tempo and desperately fights against it. She doesn’t want to give Caitlyn any reason to change her mind about locking herself in a bunker to hide from fireworks with her.

“I meant to make that a question,” Caitlyn says.

“Answer’s yes,” Vi replies and wishes her voice didn’t sound quite like that.

Caitlyn nods and almost turns her head towards Vi’s neck. Everything in Vi waits for it, yearns for it, but then Caitlyn turns her head away and just adjusts her chin against her shoulder. Her fingers give Vi’s forearms a squeeze and then she steps back quickly with a tight smile Vi doesn’t like at all. She likes the warmth in Caitlyn’s cheeks and the way she presses her lips together before her features go back to the calm mask Vi is beginning to properly recognize. It’s been breaking more in the past few days. Vi hates that it usually means tears, but she’ll wipe all of them away if it helps Caitlyn. And it does seem to help. There’s tears but there’s also faint, honest smiles. There’s tears but there’s soft snores. There’s tears but Caitlyn also haltingly explains how her parents used the room and how she went for years refusing to sit on the bed after she learned what sex was. How even though she has changed the sheets and turned the mattress, the bed still feels like theirs.

Vi almost carried her back to her old room right then and there.

But she knows that’s not an option. Not really. The Kiramman’s have a bunch of stupid rules. Vi thought some of Vander’s were insane but these were on a whole different level. Sure she wants to tell Caitlyn they’re stupid and if the whole house is hers, why does it matter which room she sleeps in? But she can see people watching her to see how she’s going to handle the stupid rules. She’s come to learn most of the staff is actually on her side pretty ardently. Especially the ones from Zaun. They help her figure out shit that makes no sense like the array of silverware at every meal and the difference in glassware. When she tries she sees the staff who is against her softening. That’s how she gets access to the kitchen and then, even the ones who are blatantly against her start to relax. Because Vi could make a good soup when she had nothing, now she makes a great one. Now she gets invited to break time card games and learns about the inner workings of Piltover’s elite families.

So she knows Caitlyn cannot go back to the heir’s room because she is not the heir anymore.

Vi didn’t know what to make of the implication of it being her room.

Not at first.

At first it was just the room Caitlyn had put her in after getting sliced. And sure Vi had felt something at it being Caitlyn’s room. But then she had begun to see signs that Caitlyn hadn’t been anywhere near the room for a good while. Before she chalked it up to them being busy, sometimes Caitlyn even wound up sleeping at the Enforcer barracks. But at some point Vi realized Caitlyn avoided the room to a large extent. Then she realized you couldn’t pay Caitlyn to go into the bathroom. She sliced her finger on something and Vi had tried to get her in there so she wouldn’t bleed on her priceless rug and Caitlyn had—to put it mildly—freaked the fuck out. So Vi had figured it was an empty room. Then when the battle happened, it had been easy to crawl back to the empty room she could navigate to. Between her busted shoulder, broken arm and gaping hole where her heart used to be, she would have gone anywhere. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the room’s proximity to the main suite where Caitlyn was.

It was fucking hard to be in that room.

It was hard because it was grand and Vi could barely bring herself to brush her hair some days. It was hard because it was empty and if they never met, maybe it wouldn’t be. But most of all it was hard because Caitlyn was in so much pain. Her eye was the most jarring at first glance, but somehow it was the easiest one to deal with. Nothing could be done. But the bones. Gods. Cheekbone, jaw, ribs, hipbone--each was more painful than the last. The one time Caitlyn cried was when she caught a glimpse of herself in a water glass and the distorted, alien reflection tipped her over the edge. To the point where the doctors had to sedate her. Even Tobias who was more ghost than man most days took pity on Vi and showed her the rows of endless portraits. Teal eyes stared back at her. Teal eyes set above sharp cheekbones and expressive, full lips. Caitlyn’s old portrait fit in perfectly in the next row over from her mothers and Vi realized the gut wrenching reaction. It was because Caitlyn no longer looked like her mom.

She avoided the room after that.

Until Caitlyn invited her to sneak people in to her window and Vi realized Caitlyn thought she was avoiding her.

“Should we?” Vi jerks her head to the door, “unless you’ve got something to finish.”

Caitlyn smiles and picks up the papers she’s sorting through.

“I can do this downstairs,” she says.

It’s strange to be in the elevator again. They’ve had access to the bunker the entire time, but it’s not like there’s been a reason to go down here. There’s no war to plan. No battle to prepare for. No sister to feed. The doors open onto the familiar array of cells. Vi’s gaze draws to the one that she’s pretty sure she’ll think of with her dying breath. That moment where everything shifted. When something in Vi finally realized that she had spent her life making sure everyone was fed but forgot to feed herself. As Jinx had gotten older she had started to try to change that, tried to always make sure Vi had something. But Vi would always make sure it went to her instead. She had been hungry for so long, she forgot what hunger felt like. Until Caitlyn stood in font of her, until she smiled and offered to sit with her and suddenly Vi was ravenous. But now when she glances at Caitlyn her eyes are trained ahead. Resolutely avoiding the cell and Vi has to remind herself that Caitlyn wanted to be down here with her. And that was worth everything, including swallowing down the question pressed to her tongue.

What are we?

That was the thing. She was tucked in that room designated for someone about to step into a role in the family. She was learning about numbers so long they made her head spin. Caitlyn sometimes left her books about Kiramman family history. Tobias had moved the family portrait to a designated spot near the wall of Cassandra’s life and a final one was being commissioned. But the hook in the parlor never came down. It glinted annoyingly in the light during every single one of the times Vi trudged through it every day. Again, her eyes lingered and Caitlyn refused to look at the wall. But the hook still glinted. It still taunted that it was waiting for a painting of a family. Vi flipped it off once a day. It wasn’t easy to not be a part of a family and be living with them. To hear the gossip of what was Caitlyn going to do now that she was the only Kiramman. It took everything for VI not to tell Agnes to pass along the message Caitlyn wasn’t alone and anyone who said as much could choke on whatever seasonal produce they were hunting for.

Vi smacks into Caitlyn’s back.

“Sorry,” she says and frowns at Caitlyn’s ramrod straight back, “what’s wrong?”

Caitlyn spins around, her face red and lips pursed. Vi’s frown deepens when she tries to move past her and Caitlyn all but throws herself in front of her. Vi raises her eyebrows and Caitlyn squeezes her eye shut so tightly even the empty lid puckers. She balls her hands into fists and takes a deep breath. Even though curiosity is burning at her, Vi tries to focus on what she is doing. She wants Vi to not see what’s on the other side of the doorway. Vi hasn’t exactly been great at listening so she tries to focus on that as Caitlyn collects herself. Finally Caitlyn opens her eye and tugs her shirt like it isn’t perfect. Now Vi is really intrigued because Caitlyn only does that when she’s truly embarrassed and nervous. But Vi has no idea what could be making her feel that way.

“Did they forget something?” She says, “we still have time before the fireworks.”

“No,” Caitlyn says through gritted teeth. Vi feels the start of concern and it must show because Caitlyn’s face softens, “it was supposed to be us and Ekko,” she says.

Vi’s heart jumps in excitement.

“Ekko’s here?” She asks and forgets to listen as she sidesteps Caitlyn.

There’s a frustrated noise behind her as Vi takes in the room.

If Ekko’s supposed to be here, she has no idea where he’s going to sit. There’s a table lit by the fancy candles, but it’s only set for two. The record player is in the corner along with a longer table with a few dishes on it. There’s a little blue flame beneath that Vi knows they use to keep things warm. In the other corner is a bed made with fresh linens and one of the best throw blankets. Someone has put a tapestry on the wall and tacked a sheet up so the bed is cocooned in fabric. When she looks down, Vi realizes there’s throw rugs everywhere. And when she looks farther up, she realizes the room has been strung with flowers and the occasional leaf from Ekko’s tree. It looks really nice. She looks around again and expects Ekko to jump out from somewhere, but he knows she hates surprises like that. Especially with the prospect of fireworks.

“He’s not here,” she says, thinking of how he might handle this night. Then she sees his handwriting on an envelope on one of the plates, “shit is this a scavenger hunt?” She wonders. Ekko has all kinds of techniques for helping people, but the idea of that tonight makes her skin crawl.

She’d rather be down here with Caitlyn.

Thumbing open the thick envelope, she’s surprised when she opens it to find a flower tacked to the inside and no additional papers.

Vi,

Got my own plans tonight, didn’t tell your girl.

Ask her to join you.

Good luck.

The flower is for Caitlyn.

This is all for Caitlyn. Her throat works as she looks up at Caitlyn. Caitlyn has turned away and has her hand covering her face. Vi can hear her quietly muttering to herself. That’s a new thing she’s taken to doing, one that makes Vi’s skin crawl because she knows it’s her fault. If she was here, Caitlyn wouldn’t have to mutter to herself. She could talk to her. Vi shoves the guilt away. It’s easier down here, somehow. Maybe because of what happened one impossibly thick wall to her side. That was a leap of faith and the world—well the world did fall apart. But she has Caitlyn so it didn’t fall apart as much as it could have. She takes the flower off it’s pinning and adds another thing she’s going to yell at Ekko for. It may be shades of white, purple and periwinkle but Vi knows it’s a violet. She walks over as Caitlyn shakes her head and stiffens at the sound of her footsteps.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, “I did not tell anyone to do this,” she continues and smooths out her face, lowering her hand but keeping her eyes closed for a moment longer, “I didn’t mean to make this uncomfortable for you—“

“It’s not,” Vi says and Caitlyn’s eye flies open. It widens as she stares at the flower Vi has in front of her face. There’s a whole lot of shit Vi wants to say but Ekko’s given her solid advice, “want to join me?”

Caitlyn stares at her, her eye going from the flower to VI and back again. The color drains from her face and a then spectacularly comes back as her fingers reach for the flower with a shyness Vi can’t remember ever seeing. Emboldened by her reaction, Vi slips the flower behind her ear. Caitlyn’s fingers hover in the air before they fall back to her side. Then one of her hands comes up. In a quick, elegant motion she sweeps her midnight hair behind her ear and secures it with the flower. They both stare at each other for an impossibly long moment as Vi tries to get her mouth to be less dry. When Caitlyn lowers her hand, Vi’s moves and catches it. Caitlyn swallows tightly and then her fingers curl over Vi’s palm. Caitlyn’s good at navigating the world with her new vision, but Vi puts herself on that side as they make their way to the table. If nothing else, it gives them an excuse to hold hands for a bit longer. Though Vi finds she’s less inclined for excuses at the moment. She kind of just wants to hold Caitlyn’s hand.

“Here,” she says handing Caitlyn the card so she can grab their plates, “Ekko played you.”

“What?” Caitlyn looks at the card as Vi flips open the serving trays.

There’s a jumble of Caitlyn’s favorite foods and, much to her shock, her own favorites. Ekko must have gone to a dozen of their favorite street vendors so she can have something she likes. Something she likes and something she can share. Because there’s two portions of everything, right down to the two paper cups of sauces. Vi fights against the grateful burning in her eyes. She hasn’t walked with Ekko in days but she went over her plan for breakfast in detail. Her hopes for it so Caitlyn would maybe not hate Vander’s pancake recipe. She hadn’t had a chance to tell him it was a success. But his faith in it is laid out in front of her in paper cones and her usual from Jericho. She loads the plates and includes the stuff Caitlyn likes as well, though it makes them look comically full. Caitlyn watches as she brings them back and sets one in front of her.

The blushing embarrassed Caitlyn falls away as she recoils at the sight of Jericho’s fish and before she can stop herself, Vi erupts into laughter.

“Sorry,” she says quickly, “the other stuff is good, but I promise it’s not as bad as you think.”

“What is it?” Caitlyn questions slowly.

“Good,” Vi says, “come on, it can’t be worse than a snail.”

Caitlyn purses her lips.

“Escargot is a delicacy. One day—“

Vi realizes she hasn’t seen the other side of the plate and rotates her own, picking up one of the snails. Caitlyn’s eye widens. Vi makes an educated guess the weird tiny fork is for this and gets it free. It smells like butter so it can’t be that bad. She pops it into her mouth. It’s definitely got enough butter in it not to be bad. But it could taste like crap and it would still be worth it for the surprise painted on Caitlyn’s face.

“Not bad,” she says.

Caitlyn swallows and shifts her weight. She looks down at the blue. Vi is just about to absolve her when she lifts it between her fingers and bites in. She keeps their eyes locked together and Vi tries not to be distracted by the sauce that catches in the corner of Caitlyn’s lips. Her features draw together before she actually looks surprised and not completely disgusted. Not disgusted enough to glance down and take another bite. It sends something warm and stupid through Vis chest.

“It’s surprisingly not awful,” Caitlyn says, so surprised she forgets her manners. Which makes the biggest grin stretch across Vi’s face.

“Yeah it’s okay,” she says, “but you’ll like these better.”

The fried balls actually make Caitlyn eat quicker. Quick enough that Vi scoots her own portion to the side for later. It feels like breakfast but better as they try each other’s favorite foods and swap stories that go with them. It delights Vi to no end how Caitlyn’s pallet echoes her own. Fish and citrus and spices. How they get to the flavor is different, but they arrive at a similar place all the same. Vi feels almost shy as she hands over the paper cup but Caitlyn’s delight makes it worth it.

“No, I couldn’t,” Caitlyn protests.

“Take ‘em,” Vi says, “because I’m gonna ask for something in return.”

“What?” Caitlyn asks, her eyes narrowing.

The cup betrays her with the slightest tremble that makes Caitlyn look a little concerned. Concerned enough that she takes it from Vi’s hand before she can completely humiliate herself. But she’s been brave in this place before and this dinner’s been really nice so Vi squares her shoulders.

“A dance,” she says and Caitlyn’s eyes widen, “dance with me—shit—“ Vi stops herself before she can shove her foot even more in her mouth, “I’ll trade you those for a dance.”

Caitlyn looks at her and Vi wonders if she’s going to run. But then she picks one up between her fingers and places it between her lips. They’ve had sex, Vi reminds herself. She’s literally had Caitlyn’s other lips inside her mouth. But the sight of her accepting the offer is short circuiting her brain. Even more when Caitlyn tilts her head towards the record player. Vi scrambles to her feet so fast it’s a miracle she doesn’t upend the chair. Sure she wants to dance with Caitlyn, she’s down for anything that gets her to have her arms around her. But she’s also got a head full of half hazed liquored up memories where she danced with some ghost of Caitlyn. And sometimes they haunt her dreams. It’s selfish but Vi wants to know what it feels like to dance with this Caitlyn. Not the nightmare who chases her every time she tries to work up the courage to clear out her shithole apartment by the pits.

Her fingers are actually shaking as she finds the record she half recognizes and puts it on. But then Caitlyn slides a hand across her shoulder and turns her around and suddenly they are swaying to the music. If Caitlyn can see the nerves on her face, she doesn’t comment. She just loops her wrists behind Vi’s neck. The softness doesn’t fade past the first few heartbeats. It doesn’t turn. It’s just Caitlyn smiling and swaying with her. Some part of her that has been clenched tight since, well, probably since she stopped drinking herself to death, finally sighs open. Relaxes. Lets her move her hands so they are fully around Caitlyn’s waist. She means to pull her closer but Caitlyn has already stepped closer so they are practically on top of each other’s toes.

“This has been lovely,” Caitlyn says.

“Yeah?” Vi tries to give some kind of confidence but finds it impossible, “you seemed kind of embarrassed earlier.”

“Only at myself,” Caitlyn admits. Vi gives her a questioning look at Caitlyn blushes again, “I’ve moved you into this house without asking and now I moved you into my bedroom,” she says, looking down. Her eye meets Vi’s and her voice is a near whisper, “I never want you to feel pressured into something again,” she says, “not by me.”

Another something relaxes. Caitlyn looks down and Vi pulls her closer before she can step away. She touches her chin and it still takes a moment for Caitlyn to meet her gaze.

“Hey,” Vi says, “you aren’t pressuring me,” she swallows against the embarrassing tightness in her throat, “but it means a lot—“ she swallows, “hearing that from you.”

Caitlyn nods and the slight pressure on Vi’s hands relaxes as she leans against her. Vi doesn’t understand how she was fooled for a second by the sneering ghost. She scoots one hand up Caitlyn’s back, surprised when there’s a stuttered breath against her neck. Caitlyn leans into her embrace and Vi feels wet against her throat as Caitlyn’s fingers tighten in her shirt. But the own burning in her eyes is what catches her the most off guard. It’s just a few words and Caitlyn has done so much to prove herself. So much more than Vi ever thought was necessary. Vi knows she played her own part in what happened. But Caitlyn doesn’t make her acknowledge that. She doesn’t apologize and make Vi tell her not to. She just hits the root of the pain like she’s taking the perfect shot. And because it’s her Caitlyn shooting, of course it hits. Of course it blows apart the festering knot before it can spread.

“You ever think we’d be here when you saved my life?” Vi asks.

“You mean with the Shimmer?” Caitlyn asks. Vi smiles and curls her fingers in Caitlyn’s shirt. Caitlyn misinterprets her silence, “or with Stillwater?“

“Or at the commune,” Vi says, “or any of the other dozens of times you saved my life?” Caitlyn pulls back just enough to give her a puzzled look, “Cait, you’re not pressuring me into anything,” Vi says firmly, “I kissed you down here because I wanted to,” Caitlyn nods but the look on her face isn’t what Vi wants to see, “I’m here because I want to be with you.”

“I know,” Caitlyn says and winces, “I mean—“

“Do you want to be with me too?” Vi asks, figuring if one of them can just come out and say shit they both should be able to. Caitlyn swallows, “shit,” Vi breathes, “now I’m the one pressuring—“

Caitlyn shoves their mouths together before she can finish the sentence and every thought in Vi’s head is wiped blissfully blank. All she can do is sigh into the kiss as Caitlyn answers in an unnervingly efficient way. Vi loves her taste, but for the first time there’s familiarity on he tongue. This time Vi’s heart doesn’t jump, Caitlyn’s doesn’t either. She can feel it from where they are pressed together so tightly. There’s new scars on both of them, but to Vi it just brings a new level of familiarity to Caitlyn. But even without it, the kiss would feel familiar. And now it feels even better with the knowledge they both want this. Not out of desperation, not out of pain, just the simple want Vi thought she lost during that fall. The familiarity of Caitlyn’s taste tangles with the flavors of what they hav just eaten.

For the first time, Caitlyn truly tastes like home.

She pulls back and rests their foreheads together. For the first time since that battlefield, she truly seems calm. Even with tears drying on her cheek and kiss swollen lips. Her eye opens and looks at Vi before she closes it and presses her forehead tighter to hers.

“Can we please get rid of my parents bed?” She says, frustration and pleading heavy in her voice.

Vi can’t remember the last time she asked for something so clearly and nods as emphatically as she dares with their foreheads pressed together.

“Bed’s gotta go,” she says roughly and Caitlyn nods again, “I’ll get us a new one.”

“Please,” Caitlyn says though it doesn’t sound like a request. It makes Vi smile.

“We’ll move your old one in there in the meantime,” she says.

Caitlyn’s throat bobs but she nods. Vi knows what she’s declaring. But Caitlyn is warm in her arms and she doesn’t give a shit about having her own space. And if she does, Gods know that room is big enough.

“If you’re certain—“

“I am,” Vi says.

Caitlyn moves her head to Vi’s shoulder and this time, her lips brush purposefully against Vi’s pulse. A shiver works down Vi’s spine as the question of whether Caitlyn is certain as well gets answered. Vi wonders if she can convince Caitlyn to answer all her questions by kissing her neck. Figuring that’s a question for another time, she opens her eyes enough to find the fabric cocooned bed and steer them towards it. Caitlyn pushes her back and seats herself in her lap and Vi discovers she has a new memory to think of when she dies one day. The light is pink through the fabric and makes Caitlyn’s hair a deep shade of violet than the flower behind her ear. Her fingers skirt up Vi’s jaw and frame her face, thumb brushing her freckles and cheekbones as she smiles at her. She reaches up and takes the flower behind her ear and slips it behind Vi’s own. Vi’s throat works as she brushes feather light kisses to her tattoo and freckles and then the corner of her mouth.

“Beautiful, my Violet,” she whispers and the words undo something as Vi turns her face to capture her lips.

They came down here to hide from explosions but Vi thinks that might be a moot point as Caitlyn rocks their hips together and Vi feels something building inside her.

But going into the year as Caitlyn’s Violet sounds like a pretty great way to start.

#caitlyn kiramman #vi #caitvi #piltover's finest #arcane #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn x vi

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yurislotusgarden · 1 year ago

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Hii! could I request ranpo and chuuya with a fem s/o who makes cute bento boxes for their lunch at work? (I was curious on how this would go, feel free to add any details you want!)

My bento!

ʚїɞ Separately! Nakahara Chuuya, Ranpo Edogawa, Sigma x F!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1764 (Chuuya - 537, Ranpo - 664, Sigma - 561)

ʚїɞ Have Sigma as an extra bcs my ass forgot it was meant to be Ranpo instead of him after I was done with Chuuya's part

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used (barely), reader’s gender is not specified that much

Nakahara Chuuya!

ཐིཋྀ He loves the bentos so much, well more like the fact that you take time to make them for him

ཐིཋྀ Tries to always eat them

ཐིཋྀ Once, when you started making them, he didn’t eat the food because he was so busy that day, and when he had a little free time, Chuuya decided it was a better idea to go on a stress smoke break (He tries to limit smoking to the minimum he can if you don’t like smoking/the fact that he does it. He knows it’s because you care about his health)

ཐིཋྀ It ended with you fussing over him eating almost nothing that day and he doesn’t like causing you stress or making you worry so he makes sure to eat those bentos😭

ཐིཋྀ He may be an executive but this man is not embarrassed at all to eat those bentos in front of people, no matter how colorful or cutesy the food looks

ཐིཋྀ Food is food, he’s not gonna not eat cause you to worry just because the bento is one that doesn’t look like someone like him would eat

///////////////

“Lad, may I ask where do you get those bentos from?”

It was a long time since Kouyou noticed Chuuya’s bentos, and she tried to ignore just how much she wanted to try one. The only reason why she didn’t is because she doesn’t know where he is getting them from.

The young woman looked at many shops in Yokohama and saw a few places with similar bentos, but it was easy to see that none of the stores were the ones where Chuuya kept getting his lunch from.

…She really wanted one for herself, especially with how obvious it was that they were delicious, kept quiet about it tho.

Chuuya turned towards the older woman, whom he came to see as an older sister over the years.

“They’re not bought from a shop.”

“You don’t buy them?”

“Not a single one of them. Actually,-”

Kouyou was confused. Where did he get a bento from every single day? She knows the younger of the two probably wouldn’t bother spending his free time making food for lunch definitely a day before, even if he did, it wouldn’t be so colorful or detailed. There were even rice balls decorated as bears and stuff, it obviously took time to make one. But if he wasn’t buying them, then the only other option that came to her mind was-

“- [Name] makes them for me.”

“She does?”

“Yeah, and she’s yet to make one I dislike.”

It all makes sense now to the red-haired woman. You have more free time most of the time compared to Chuuya, and you were probably aware of the eating habits he had before.

The fact that you take time, quite a lot it seems if Kouyou was to guess, the bentos are even detailed, in a very cute style if she was to say, made a smile appear on her face.

“Mhm, you wanna try?”

“How could I refuse such an offer?”

The food was even better than she thought. Kouyou made a mental note to ask you if you would have a problem with making two bentos from time to time.

Edogawa Ranpo!

ཐིཋྀ Another reason as to why he’s dating you -you give extra homemade sweets to the Bentos-

ཐི��ྀ He doesn’t even need to try to remember to eat it because he ends up eating it before lunch anyway -the reason behind you making more than one bento usually-

ཐིཋྀ He fucking boasts to everyone about the food😭

ཐིཋྀ “See what I have here? HAHA! Something you don’t and probably never will!” ← totally not Ranpo to anyone else -and totally not him to Dazai and Atsushi about the fact that they will probably never have homemade food like him-

ཐིཋྀ Don’t make the bentos with him in the kitchen unless you have prepared double the amount of food you plan to use. He uses any opportunity to snack on the not-ready-yet bentos

ཐིཋྀ BUT! He will share with you if he notices you’re hungry or just generally wanna eat it <3

///////////////

“C’mon give me just a little piece!”

“Nope! [Name] made it for me! Make your own if you want a bento at work, Yosano-san!”

“I can’t make such a bento Ranpo-san!”

“Not my problem!”

With a pout, the brunette turned his chair away, trying to eat his food in peace. It’s one of his favorite bentos! You put his favorites in this one! The only thing he doesn’t like in it is the veggies which Ranpo would ignore or throw out but he knows that he won’t get his favorite candy made by you anytime soon if he does (the others will snitch if he throws them out, especially Dazai and Yosano they did that the one and only time he did so. He learned a lesson from that after you didn’t cook his favorite like you said you would that morning)

Ranpo could practically feel the eye-roll done by Yosano. “It’s not like it’s the only bento you had today.” It’s true, he ate a similar one 2 hours earlier. “Doesn’t matter. It’s my bento either way.” A sigh came from the woman.

And right when one would think his problem was solved, another arrived.

“Ranpo-san! What an interesting bento you have there!”

“Go away Dazai. I’m not giving you a single piece of my food!”

“Oh c’mon! You can spare a little!”

“Nope! Especially not when it’s [Name]’s cooking!”

Seriously, can’t they leave him alone? He knows your cooking is good, everyone at the agency knows that! But he wishes that you’d never let Dazai taste your food. The bandaged man has horrible eating habits, you both know that, and yet he always tries to get his hands on Ranpo’s bentos. The audacity!

Ranpo could tell that Dazai's annoying mouth was about to open again before someone interrupted him.

"I can make bentos for you too if you like them so much, Dazai-san"

Isn't that his angel who came to visit him at his oh-so-tiring job? Lovely timing, if Ranpo was to say, but there was one problem.

Among ‘hello’s and ‘hi’s from others upon noticing you, gasps could be heard, from 2 men specifically.

"You would do that for me?!"

"Excuse me?!"

What is this?! There's no way that you’re gracing anyone else with the perfection that are your his bentos!

“Hm?” It’s easy to see for anyone in the room that you were confused.

“[Name]-chan, if you could be so nice, could I ask for a bento with cra-”

“No no no! Shut up Dazai! She’s not making you any bentos! In your dreams!”

In the end, while Ranpo and Dazai at first thought that you wouldn’t make the taller brunette a bento after your conversation at that moment, you indeed did as a surprise.

The best detective in the world didn’t like that but he allowed you to after bribing him and reminding him that if you can get Dazai to eat, you will, no matter if Ranpo will allow you to make a bento for him or not.

Dazai's happy scream the next day could probably be heard throughout the whole building.

Sigma!

ཐིཋྀ He didn’t think he’d be able to adore you more than he already does, and yet you found a way to make him do so

ཐིཋྀ He tries to eat the bentos every day but it isn’t that rare that he forgets about eating altogether when faced with a mountain of paperwork or problems in the casino

ཐིཋྀ He loves how they look and taste. He, at one point, will ask if you can teach him how to cook. Like not even necessarily a bento, just to learn since he doesn’t want the kitchen to end up in flames one day, he’s aware he sucks at cooking

ཐིཋྀ He probably would be a little embarrassed by eating it. Not because of how colorful or cutesy they are, but because of the looks he gets from people who see it.

ཐིཋྀ The stares aren’t criticizing or anything, others just don’t expect that their boss/the manager of the casino would eat food that looks like that

ཐིཋྀ Someone was probably jealous because he has homemade bentos like that and they have some store-bought sandwiches 💀

///////////////

“It’s mine actually. Sorry, I forgot to take this from here earlier.”

The man standing in front of the bar was shocked.

He’s been sitting there and drinking not too much for some time now. At one point he noticed the bartender taking out a bento from under the bar, the lid see-through enough to see the food inside. He has to say, the detail and overall look were very cute, it definitely took time to make it look so.

The man had thought that the bento was made by someone for the bartender (In his mind it was a fair thought as he didn’t think that one could buy a bento like that anywhere close to a place like this. Especially if you work there).

The slightly shorter man changed his thought upon noticing that the bartender didn’t touch the food he had taken out (later on the lunch break he took out something else to eat)

Around 2 hours after the lunch break, -the bento still untouched, he noticed- the man decided to finally ask, curiosity winning over after all the time spent at the bar seat.

“Excuse me, who is the owner of the bento? I couldn’t help but notice that it hasn’t been touched at all.”

And he really chose the worst time to ask that question didn’t he? Right as the person to whom the bento belonged to, came.

“I-It’s yours sir?”

“Yes, why?”

How is he supposed to answer? That he didn’t think that such a cute-looking bento -that if he could he would consider stealing, it looks delicious and definitely better than his sandwich- can belong to the ever so stoic and calm manager of the sky casino?

“No reason! Was just that curious, that’s all! after all, the bento was lying here for the past, almost, 3 hours by now.”

“Ah, understandable then”

The bi-colored-haired man turned to the bartender, who was already giving the box over to him.

“Thank you for keeping it here for me, Shuichi-kun”

“no problem, Sigma-san. [Name]-san also told me to tell you-”

Yeah, the man needs a break from the confusion and shock for the next week.

And Sigma? He’s just happy you leave the bentos somewhere he can take them from when you know he’s busy.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Do not copy or translate my works on/to any site

#Can't believe I realized I'm writing a wrong character only after I was done #like completely #wtf #bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #x reader #sigma x reader #chuuya bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo bsd #bsd ranpo #ranpo bungou stray dogs

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acupofinkedblood · 2 months ago

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Dollmaker x cultist reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• The Cult of True Eye has quite the diversity in recruiting its potential members. They aren’t picky, that is for sure. If they see someone with promising talent, they will go out of their way to put some good effort in convincing those people to join the family. Mostly through sweet dreams of a new world or just appear whenever they are at their lowest. You know it yourself, don’t you? Or else why are you wearing their uniform? Where is your other eye? You already have yourself an answer: You are their family now! Whatever they have promised you, you know that you have fallen deep in that rabbit hole you walk in yourself. But hey, at least they see something great in you

• That is to say, you definitely have your time discovering stuff around the Cult. You know that most of them have moved out to another factor to reside, although some still decide that the church is their home no matter what. That attitude usually comes from the younger folks and the elderly, since the church has quite an impact on them. The children are raised there by the elders until they have grown up to leave the nest with their head titled up in confidence. What a familiar sight, no? Then again, the church itself serves as a location of gathering whenever the time strikes. Brothers and sisters from afar coming back, comrades joining hand after so long. Thanks to those events that you have been granted an opportunity to come across the mysterious Dollmaker herself

• How did you have your eye on her? Was it her peculiar charm? She doesn’t understand what you see in her, after all, she deems herself to have nothing special to gawk about aside from the dolls she carries as well as her fascinating talents when it comes to that aspect. Yet you insisted on wanting to get close to her to understand her better. In her eye, you’re quite the odd one with the stubbornness that even father Overseer has to be impressed at. How so? Because courting Dollmaker isn’t the task for those who give up easily. Goodness above, waiting for her is like inspecting a rock until the treasure finally shows itself

• Giving up halfway will grant you no good. You have done the impossible, even when the fruit of your labor blossoms quite late. But all is worth it, you show her that you genuinely wish that your intention is pure, and after quite a long while, she finally gives you the benefit of doubt. Dollmaker herself is quite the hidden gem that you have managed to see for yourself. As if the existence of Folly, Tragedy, and Fury hasn’t interest you already. But you have your eye solely on Dollmaker, and her alone

• You know that she doesn’t lack emotions completely, but rather she doesn’t know how to show it properly like normal people do. Her dolls play an important role in showing you what is on her mind, but sometimes she does show her other expressions other than her default reserved one when she is around you. She might come off as pretty awkward when she tries to express herself, even a bit shy if I dare say. As much as she finds it easier to just let the dolls do all of the work instead of doing it on her own, that random urge of wanting to show you that she isn’t just a gloomy individual just hits out of nowhere. Sure, it is pretty stiff when she does so, but it’s pretty endearing as the matter of facts

• You will be surprised how much of a good listener she is. She loves hearing your voice, be it just a normal good morning or a lighthearted attempt of yours to strike a conversation with her. Dollmaker isn’t that good at socializing out of her comfort bubble, or maybe she just doesn’t want to keep up with the idle chit-chat to kill the times. But when it’s you, she can tolerate it. Don’t be offended when she stays quiet the whole time as you just monologue about something, that’s just her paying upmost attention to mesmerizing your voice. She still listens to you and catch on each word you say, so don’t worry about it

• Gentle is a part of her nature, as she still knows how to show her grief for her customer as she can sense an upcoming omen of death or how to be glad when you come back safe from your mission. A skilled doll maker required — in which is quoted by Dollmaker herself — a great understanding of her subject and a pair of gentle hands. And she has proven to you that she is capable of being considerate with no needed words spoken. She cares for you in her way, and hopefully you will get the sign of that because it can be a bit subtle. It’s the intention that counts, and sometimes she would rather do it without you knowing because it can be pretty out of character to her

• She is rather quiet. No jokes intended when she is technically too injured to even speak, but it’s her nature to be the one of few words. Unless she must speak up out of obligations, be it when answering questions or talking with customers, she prefers to be by herself with no one to disturb her peace. It usually happens after she finishes dealing with a customer. Dollmaker doesn’t mind you dropping by in said moment though, but she will be grateful if you can tell that she is currently not in the mood for chatting after her energy is spent after her works. Just stick around with her in silence, give her time to compose her mind, she appreciates it

• She is pretty much foreign to affection, and her lack of proper emotions make it even more difficult for her to comprehend. Believe me, she tries to understand the meaning behind your actions even in the slightest one. It’s pure curiosity, as she hasn’t never experienced something similar before. Maybe she did receive it at some point in her life before, but the past was buried deep anyway, so she doesn’t dwell on it. Right now, she wants to focus on the present and maybe the future with you

• Usually when you want to find her, you know that she is either in somewhere quiet in the church or already back in her place somewhere in Lost Temple’s territory. Since the two of you belongs under the protection of the family, any information must be considered carefully before being given away. Dollmaker’s whereabouts are pretty hard to keep tabs on, but the family is generous enough to provide you her current address of workplace. Since she only stays in Lost Temple, finding her isn’t that hard. In other times, just walk around in the church and you will have a good chance of bumping into her in places no one even cares about

• Dollmaker is actually pretty nonplussed when the two of you started dating. She doesn’t know what to act or what to do, considering that the only company she is used to have that she genuinely doesn’t mind is her dolls. Not anyone else in particular but her dolls. That is until you come in her picture. She keeps thinking to herself that whether or not should she do something that she hasn’t done before now that you are her beloved. Of course, she doesn’t say anything to you since she worried that it might be a bother

• But that’s also the prime reason why she can’t process it throughly because she is used to bottle up her personal feelings. And little did you know it can be too much for her to bear, especially after a long day. Sometimes she just shut out completely, not even the dolls are in any position to speak when her mind is too overwhelming with pent up thoughts that are even louder than anything else. It makes her feeling helpless, yet she refuses to seek help. She is used to isolate herself away from others and be on her own, it’s just her defense mechanism. Dollmaker needs her time to learn how to depend on you instead of being by herself like she used to. Have some patience for her, she has been through enough in her life already

• Due to the severe injuries on her body, Dollmaker is pretty reluctant about physical affection. Hell, it takes her quite the effort to briefly intertwine her fingers with yours, although it doesn’t last that long since the feeling is pretty much odd in her perspective. Instead of that, she prefers something else that maybe off the list of what normal displays of affection usually look like. But you still aware that she does seem to enjoy spending quality time with you, or just being around you in general when she is alone

• Dollmaker values your company a lots. Just knowing that you’re there with her brings her peace of mind. She definitely needs that to bury her unspoken worries. You don’t need to do anything, you don’t even need to speak, you can just do your own things while staying around her— as long as you are there, she knows that everything will be fine. Your presence is the reassurance she wishes to embrace

• Be honest with yourself, you will be quite the bad liar if you don’t mention her dolls on the list of things you are fascinated about her. It is believed that whatever is living inside those three that she brings with her every now and then has formed a deep connection with Dollmaker. So far that it is even able to be her voice and speak whatever she has in her mind. Despite having different facial expressions, maybe the dolls are sharing a same mind like a beehive. It thinks about the same things, speaks about the same thoughts, and even acknowledges you as her companions. The entity inside the dolls aren’t Dollmaker, keep that in mind. It has a mind on its own, it just speaks on her behalf

• Funny enough, they seem to enjoy nudging you before Dollmaker can even drag them back. Especially Folly, if it sees you then it’s on sight. Unless Folly is messing around with poor Dollmaker about the love of her life while Fury glances at you in judgement, then you are guaranteed to have at least one of the dolls comes up to you for whatever purpose they have in their mind. Sometimes it will say quiet the phrases to you that is pretty much unclear in general — although it’s obvious that it is hinting something to you — and before you can even understand, Dollmaker already picks her dolls up and sneak away immediately without a trace. There is no way she will allow them to say unnecessary things to you. They know her too well after all

• She is rather observant, noticing even the slightest detail that most people would overlook despite being a shadow in the background. You can’t really hide anything from her, since she can sense the change in your demeanor before you can even think of an excuse for it. She usually dotes on you like a mother hen whenever that happens. It’s kinda funny to see her like that if I’m being completely frank with you there. Though there are certain time as the family is gathering together when she looks around every faces that she can remember with a solemn look. You know how she is, Dollmaker can sense what might or will happen in people’s lives. When she’s that deep in thoughts, you know that someone will witness an awful experience in the near future

• Sometimes you might hear her talking about how much she pities a certain people in the cult, Scythe is pretty much an example. Everyone in the cult has their own reasons to join the family, you and her aren’t any exceptions. You do recall the time when she gives you the same look of pity with a hint of worries before. She knows what have you been through, maybe not in details, but that still makes her feel something when knowing that you have been through certain things before. The two of you understand each other well, enough for you to tell what is she thinking about without any of the dolls to speak up. Even if you can’t tell her that everything is fine, you still remind her that she has given you enough reasons to move forward. Things might be tough, but at least the two of you have each other’s back

• Dollmaker is pretty superstitious, that is pretty much obvious as you already see it for yourself by the time you be with her. As if the dolls and her senses of death aren’t enough, you figure out that she does engage in irrational beliefs or behaviors based on the idea that it can influence her luck or outcomes of something she will do. It starts as something pretty normal — like avoid breaking any mirror, not opening an umbrella indoors, careful enough so she won’t spill any salt on accident — pretty normal things right? But then you find out she can even see and understand certain signs around her to predict what might happen in the near future. Not to mention she insists that you should do the same to avoid bad things from happening to you. Of course, she means well, but damn does you think that pretty is confusing from time to time

• And to top it all up, she even makes you a doll by her first needle, in which she uses her first needle that presents good fortune and health, serving as a good luck charm. This one is actually pretty adorable of her to do so, and it’s definitely less questionable than the time she tells you to not walking under any ladder to avoid inviting misfortune or disrupt a symbolic triangle representing stability and protection. Plus, the doll is actually kinda cute. It’s like a miniature version of you that is crafted from her hands with love. Keep in mind to bring it with you for good luck, you might actually need it one day

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: This is definitely tough to deal with- I hope this isn’t too bad_(´ཀ`」 ∠)_

#phighting x reader #x reader #phighting!#dollmaker x reader #dollmaker phighting #phighting dollmaker #shui mo’s black tea

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numberonetacostan · 2 months ago

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hi shrimp here

its always test tube darkfic this test tube darkfic that (/silly no insult intended) but how about a taco darkfic ive yet to find a taco darkfic

so much potential actually

how about taco going for long hours without sleep from trying to stay alert in the forest and starting to hallucinate stuff. like seeing random hotel residents strolling in the forest and thinking that they're something else out to get her so she just randomly attacks and/or kills them. " oj there's a thing in the woods killing us " and it's just taco going feral

or uhh something something taco messing up stuff in hotel oj or being out to get the residents and everyone is fuckin' terrified idk

i need someone to write a taco-centric darkfic please please please ill give whoever does it my soul and everything i have in my wallet ($2.50 <33)

Hiya Shrimpy!!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in an ask!!! :] A darkfic is a fic that contains serious or unpleasant themes, and in which characters tend to act differently then in canon to allow this, yeah? I looked up the definition so I hope this is right!!!

Okay, so fics in which Taco finally snaps. Yeah I think Taco has probably hallucinated while in the woods. Between being quite hungry all the time, not sleeping, emotional turmoil, the chance of her mistakenly eating berries that can cause hallucinations, and being so isolated, she would be quite vulnerable to them. And given how she lashes out with violence? Taco goes feral in the woods. I like to think she put up the "Perilous Forest" sign herself to keep people out, but maybe in this scenario OJ had it put up to warn people away from the forest, since there's presumably a murderous beast in there. I do not doubt Taco's ability to kill with her bare hands one bit.

I had a little idea a while back that might qualify as a darkfic? It has to do with Taco being out to get the residents, so. I didn't think it out a ton, but the basic premise has to do with how much fanfic potential Cobs' control over Melife is. Because WOW there's a lot. So uh, during the years in which everyone on Inanimate Island was frozen, Cobs steals Taco and uhhh possesses her. Yeah. I told you I didn't think this one out much bear with me. Basically, through Melife, he either suppresses or removes Taco's consciousness from her body entirely, and uses her instead of Mephone X to delete the contestants. He can use Melife to modify her body to be able to X other people, for more angst, or delete them remotely as Toilet or whoever is piloting her body gets to the contestants. She could break through for just a moment when her body tries to attack Mic, because she's GAY, and try to stop herself and explain what's happening, but she gets pushed back down hard and fast. As for why Cobs shifts to using a contestant? What's more scary than your Dad killing your creations? One of your creations snapping after everything you've put her through, and trying to end everyone. He wants that delicious shimmer scream!!! Also!!! She'd be topped with little pieces of corn while she's possessed.

I hope that can help quench your thirst!!!! To be completely honest I'm not 100% on sharing this because there are much better things that can be done with Cobs' control of Melife and I think this idea is pretty eh actually, but that just might be my tastes. This is kind of embarrassing to put on my blog. Maybe I don't like darkfics as much, who knows? I certainly love angst, where's the line between them? Idk. uhhhh I may end up deleting this later, shrimpo, if I get too embarrassed so if you want it for later, save it somewhere.

#inanimate insanity #ii taco #taco ii #loomy's answers #inanimate insanity hc #dark fic #might delete later

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i-prefer-the-fictional-world · 1 month ago

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So this was left on this post and I have a bit more to talk about it so I'm making a seperate post here about what is said in those comments.

Also just to be clear nothing in my post is dismissive of any of the "valid" criticisms of Blake. Also the post isn't me saying this is how we should be treating Blake rather it's saying this is how Blake would have been perceived if there wasn't a smear campaign against her.

I don't know how long I'm going to talk about this situation because honestly this is exhausting, it's like repeatedly banging my head against a concrete wall. And this is definitely a controversial opinion but for as long as I'm going to speak about this situation, I have no intention of criticising Blake Lively. I want to explain why.

For one thing I don't want to preface everything I say with " Blake is a horrible, terrible, bad mean girl, pick me, racist bully but like she's kinda telling the truth about this one thing." I don't want to contribute to the "oh both sides are bad in this juicy hollywood drama!" I just don't want to do that. I'm ashamed to admit that I often caved in to the overwhelming hatred of Amber Heard and took the 'well both sides are bad' stance because I rationalized it's better than saying she's the only one who is bad, while talking about it here on Tumblr when group chats were still a thing. I did not side with her as much as I should have and I absolutely do not want to make that mistake again.

But also mainly because I very much disagreed with this comment. I don't think we can stand with Blake Lively but also constantly "criticise" her on every opportunity we get. Justin Baldoni is retaliating against Blake for speaking out against him and ruining her reputation is part of it. All of this 'she has always been this pick me, mean girl, selfish diva!' is part of it. Even if she has done racist stuff the amount of hatred that she's getting is extremely disproportional to her actions. People are just saying I hate her because she's racist, because saying that is more acceptable than saying I hate her because she's a successful or ambitious woman and I'm so glad that a man is finally putting her in her place.

I don't really know what this person is referring to when they say classism, I wasn't able to find anything specific regarding that. I have found a couple things regarding racism and like yeah they are bad but they also happen more than a decade ago.

The biggest one is the plantation wedding. For this I want to ask, what is the point of criticism? Like why do we criticise people in general? Because this is something that happened twelve years ago, Blake and Ryan have apologized since, they said they were going to educate themselves and donated some money during the height of Black lives matter protests in America. Even this happened years ago. Sure she could do more but it's not like she hasn't done anything at all. She is very much aware that what she did was wrong and why it was wrong. I also don't think she's likely to do it again. So again I ask what is the aim when we criticise her? Surely it's not just an excuse to say even if she's telling the truth I still hate her.

The other thing I found is her applying bronzer all over herself to look like a black girl so that a guy she liked wouldn't recognise her, when she was 15. Yeah sure that's bad and she should have known better but also like this is not a thing that she has continued to do. She is not trying to be perceived as having a different ethnicity to profit off from that like some other people in Hollywood, people like you know Justin Baldoni do.

He was cast as a poc in jane the Virgin and then they retconned it. He literally took a role that should have gone to a poc. He was also literally sued by a black man for race based discrimination. Blake has been ignorant and has done some insensitive and distasteful things over at least a decade ago, one of them when she was literally a child. Baldoni on the other hand has profited from racism. Yet criticisms against Blake are so much louder than they are for Baldoni.

I'm going to do something awful here. I'm sorry I really am. If you decide to dig you will find that a lot of people, including people in marginalized groups have done or said some racist shit. If you know this blog you know that I was really into some trashy cw shows. That's why I know that Candice Patton who played Iris on the show Flash got a disgusting amount of hate, both the actress and the character, for the sole reason that she was black. One of her white male co-stars on the show, Hartley Sawyer, was exposed for saying a ton of really really creepy disgusting racist and sexiest things. Hartley Sawyer was fired soon after. Not long after that conveniently some of her old tweets re surfaced. Don't get me wrong they weren't good but they were also far fewer in quantity and nothing in terms of awfulness compared to her white co-star. But people who already hated her grabbed onto anything to justify their hatred whether they agreed with it or not. They wanted her fired from the show, but they have always wanted her fired from the show because they did not like a black woman as a main character in a superhero show. They just had a "valid" excuse to demand that. I defended her then and I'll defend her now. Because criticism against her was never about holding her accountable or whatever. It was just a valid enough excuse to justify their hatred that was completely and utterly unjustifiable before.

I wanted to give an example of Taylor Swift but I intentionally gave one of a Black woman instead. Again I feel horrible for doing this but I just want to emphasize that the American entertainment industry, not just the white women in it but the whole industry is filled with people who have done or said bad, harmful, racist, bigoted things in the past. What comes to people's minds when they say everyone has made mistakes? What mistakes do you imagine? We need to recognise that when something someone did long ago is being used to justify some hatred that would be unjustifiable otherwise.

I've also seen comments like "this is why we shouldn't idolised any celebrity not just Blake Lively!" But where is your criticism for other celebrities? Reese Witherspoon and Jo Jonas also got married on a plantation. If we are genuinely upset about Blake getting married on a plantation surely the same amount of rage should also be directed at other celebrities. Yet I'm not seeing dozens upon dozens of videos made daily about what a bad, mean boy, diva Jo Jonas is. I've also seen takes like I don't like Blake but I like Ryan because he defended his wife in pro Blake circles and like do you think Ryan wasn't present at that plantation wedding?

This whole "drama", all these lawsuits, they are not about truth and justice. The truth, all the evidence is overwhelmingly on Blake's side. No all of this is about public perception. Baldoni wants to ruin Blake's reputation, credibility and career. If he succeeds it's going to reinforce the message that was sent by Johnny Depp to every person, especially women, who is not a perfect victim or has done bad things in the past that if you speak up against predatory men your reputation, career and your dreams are going to be ruined forever.

I refuse to contribute to that.

#blake lively #pro blake lively #anti justin baldoni #anti johnny depp #i stand with blake lively

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tremastersweb · 4 months ago

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"You're right. But when you look across the vastness of the universe, up close, even in the midst of the most dire situations, there's always people helping each other. Being kind. To those who need a hand, and against those who make it impossible to exist in such conditions... Those who seek to maintain and amplify their individual power... Whether a society applies this at large or not is clearly not a question of nature, but nurture... I mean, it is survival after all, to help each other, and to accept diversity."

He tilts his head back, looking at the ceiling, memories of the many times he had witnessed such acts lighting up his eyes as a smile forms on his face. He then thinks of Vera, who with her own amnesia and through her fears, doesn't seem to have it in her to give up when it comes to helping her fellows, even faced with tasks that seem rather impossible. All her research on the virus, which so far seems to go nowhere, yet she still tries, because she cares.

Then 'Lin, who despite having clear trouble in understanding social interactions and how to take care of herself, seems to try her best to help as well. Her explorer spirit, and how she brings gifts with every single one of her expeditions. All the times he's caught her by the medbay door, keeping him company, despite everything he'd done.

Then, he glances at the Magister, who not only has done his fair share of help for everyone as well, but he alone had decided to go rescue Arthur, and as far as he'd been telling him, he's always had it in his hearts. He looks at his clothes, ones he'd been saving for him, in the case The Master would have accepted to travel with him, to see all this wonder together. He looks... beautiful, this way. Truly. He wonders how it could have been, if it wasn't for the curse. Well, he'd rather share this joy with him than never.

"...I just wonder why we can't do the same, instead of forcing each other into silence, when we struggle. We're supposed to be the "most advanced planet" in the Universe, and surely, in some aspects, but...! I firmly believe advancement should not equal power and repression, but compassion instead... And it will never be perfect, it can't be, but it can be better, less lonely, more hopeful... you know?"

His smile disappears as he remembers, once again, that their planet is gone.

"Or, well, maybe, it could have been."

He sighs and fidgets with his fingers, then glancing at his counterpart's as well, until he speaks.

"...Ah."

He observes his claws. Well, at least the bleeding won't be a problem anymore, but... A sting of guilt punctures his chest as he realises, it's his fault. That's the virus further advancing, and he made him worry. He frowns as he goes to wash his hands, returning his attention to the inhalers and unboxing the second. He definitely doesn't feel ready for them, but that's something he must sort out. If not for himself, he can always do it for someone else, again, that is easier. He stuffs it in his other pocket, and carefully gets off the bed - the room isn't spinning anymore, everything is back to its proper space in his perception, and he's not shaking half as much, albeit he's still a bit weak.

"I think so, yes, that at least, I... By how much have we delayed...? We better get to it as soon as possible- I would appreciate it if you drove, yes."

#tytnw #tytnw: fivey #tytnw: tmpm #the doctor when speech 😔#wanted to give something positive to everyone 👍 well #everyone *he* can think of atm #and ofc he forgets himself lmfao #I MIGHT have gotten carried away I just love when the Doctor does this but anywayM you don't... have to answer to all of that fjfkd

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weird-tree-girl · 1 month ago

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Us and Them

(Pt.2)

Caesar x OC human reader

-images are not mine-

Warnings : Loneliness, inter-species relationship, language, angst/depressing topics, slight gamophobia, more?

Summarize : Clover is a misfit woman in her early/mid twenties, thriving in the Muir woods in a post-apocalyptic world along side her companion ‘Woofer’ -a large brown wolf she rescued as a pup from an old hunting snare- survive day to day in her shelter deep in the woods, building the life she always dreamt of for herself. However, the Muir woods don’t belong entirely to Clover, and these neighbours can’t avoid each other forever.

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(A visual for Woofers size, leaning more towards 3.3FT height and 7FT length. Clover is 5”8)

Chapter 2 : Word of mouth.

2 years have passed since I decided to renovate the shelter I came across at the end of my long journey on the road.

Woofer is still with me. In fact, he’s grown quite a lot actually. I honestly don’t think wolves typically grow this big, he kind of reminds me of Dire wolves, although they’re long extinct, Woofers just supersized I guess, I remember reading a book as a kid that talked about supersized animals. He could honestly carry me if it really came down to it.

Over the past 2 years, I mostly spent the entire time renovating the shelter and also travelling to the closest abandoned city and back often, looking for supplies that I could use in my shelter and to help repair it.

I’ve also been figuring out and familiarizing myself with the layout and land around my shelter, such as seeing what type of foods I can forage, the best areas to catch fish, if there are any game around that Woofer can hunt, etc.

I still have yet to travel more than a day up into the mountains from where I live now, I wanted to finish my shelter before I decide to explore the entire Muir woods.

I’ve been in my part of the woods for 2 years now, and I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in here.

Obviously there are other animals besides Woofer and I but what I mean is, someone else definitely lives somewhere in these woods.

I can usually see the faint glow of fire up in the mountains at night, and I can sometimes hear screaming or screeching- which scares the hell out of me.

Now that I’m practically finished with renovations for my shelter, at least the stuff that needed to get done immediately like fixing the roof and making the interiors livable, I can start to enjoy living here.

(The shelter so far, has 3 layers)

(Little river in front of the shelter)

(Kitchen area where she stores food, bottom floor in shelter)

(Main living space, middle floor in shelter, bed area is top floor in shelter. Scribbled-out area is the bookshelf in next pic)

(Where she keeps her books, she collects them on runs)

(Outside of her shelter where she cooks food)

After spending the morning reading an old book on the couch, I close it and place it back on the shelf.

“If I had known that the world was ending, I would’ve brought better books.”

I pack a bag with enough food and equipment to last me a couple of days and sling a bag of arrows over my shoulder and pick up my bow as I head out of my shelter and into the Muir woods.

Woofer still hasn’t come back from hunting. He’s sometimes gone for a day or two, to say I’m worried is a serious understatement.

He could hold his own against a bear if he came across one, and if he ran into some people out hunting for food he would scare the holy hell out of them.

But we haven’t come across any other people since before arriving to the Muir woods.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m not lonely, living this way, because I’ve given up expecting that loneliness can be blotted out by anyone else. My loneliness is my own cherished possession and probably my only one.

As I make my way deeper into the woods and up the mountains, I relish in the quietness around me.

“It is so quiet out here, it is the quietest place in the world.” I say, continuing on.

A few hours pass as I walk into the uncharted parts Muir woods, I keep in mind that I have neighbours somewhere in here that I know nothing about.

I decide to stop on a large rock and eat some dried fish and drink water.

While eating I notice my boots, they’re pretty old. I’ve had them for a handful of years now and as one could tell by now, I walk around a LOT.

They’re basically at the ends of their life, if I push just enough with my toes on my right shoe, they lift the shoe up off the soul and you can see my sock.

These won’t do in the coming winter, but luckily by my calculations, it’s about early to mid summer, I have some time to head into the abandoned city and look for something.

As I chew on my fish jerky, I hear a loud..roar? I’m not sure what else to call it. It wasn’t like a bear or mountain lion, and definitely not Woofer. It was like, a man, but also not. God, I hope not.

Whatever it was, it got me upright on my feet, grabbing my shit and hauling ass out of there.

I’m confident as hell when it comes to protecting myself. I’ve just about mastered taekwondo and Krav Maga, although I learned these back from before and have been practicing since then. I’ve also mastered long range weapons like the bow n arrow, slingshot, and guns, but I haven’t used a gun of any sort since the beginning of the end of the world.

I’ve mastered the bō staff too. I came across one during my journeys on the road. However, for the first year or so that I had it, I used it mostly as a walking stick and as a means to help me cross/get over things, before I found a book that explained the art of the bō staff.

But seriously, what the hell was that?

Before I could move very far from the rock I sat on, I heard the unmistakable sounds of a heard of deer or something running somewhere to the left of me, a decent distance away, luckily for me.

They didn’t sound like they were getting any closer to me, thank god, but once I thought I had calmed down some, in the distance I swear I could make out dark figures jumping through the trees.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on in the most wonderful way” I half-heartedly laugh out.

Rubbing the space between my eyes, my curiosity got the better of me and I found myself pulling an arrow out from behind my back and readying it on my bow as I started to make my way towards wherever the figures in the trees were heading, ensuring that I stayed well behind them.

After trailing behind them for a while, I saw a a figure walking on the ground, and after getting a more clear look, I realized that this was a chimpanzee.

“No way..” I mutter to myself, making sure not to be heard.

All along this where the apes went? I guess it makes sense, it’s not very far from the Golden Gate Bridge.

I tighten my grip on my bow as I stay put watching the ape, when another one comes into view.

This one was bigger and looked older than the one I originally saw alone. Something about this bigger chimpanzee was.. alluring? Like, something deeper, something more to them than meets the eye.

The older ape touches a tree with mark on it. Hold on those marks-

Before I could fully process even gawking at the apes in front of me, a grizzly bear lunges out of hiding and attacks the smaller ape, leaving some nasty scratches along its chest and face.

The older ape jumps in front of the younger ape, holding its chest up and letting out a roar of sorts to intimidate the bear, but the bear roars back twice as loud.

To be honest, I thought about helping the apes, but against a grizzly bear? I only have my bow on me, and I don’t even know these apes, for all I know they could see me as just as much of a threat as the bear.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when the older ape lets out a loud call, to me it seemed like they were trying to get help, this made me feel rather guilty.

Not even a moment later, another chimpanzee jumps into view, spear in hand, and plunges it deep into the bears back.

After a moment of silence and anticipation, the new ape climbs on top of the bear to ensure it was dead, and checks on its companions.

They all seemed alright, other than the scratches the younger ape received, but they weren’t life threatening from what I could tell.

What happened next absolutely blew me out of the water and I almost gave my location away. The alluring one signed the words ‘thank you.’ To the new ape that just saved their lives.

“Sign language??” I mutter a little louder than I meant to.

There’s just no way, how could they communicate in a way like that?

But to my horror, I was heard.

The 3 chimps faced my direction. I didn’t dare move, hoping I could still get out of this, they partially heard me but they haven’t seen me yet.

From what I remember hearing on the news, these apes mostly escaped from testing labs, which means that there’s a high probability that in this situation, they would kill a human on sight.

I could try explaining that I’ve always been against animal testing, but that would probably fall on deaf ears.

After what felt like hours, the trees above the 3 apes fills with even more apes.

They start to hoot and sign to the apes below, from what I could make out, they were asking what happened and if they’re alright.

I understand sign language from before, one of the only friends I had in school was mostly deaf and I learned a lot of sign for them.

The alluring one signs to them, reassuring them, then faces back in my general direction. I’m not off the hook yet it seems.

The chimp that took out the grizzly hoots rather aggressively and picks their spear back up and throws it in my direction.

“Idiot!” I thought, they’re apes, they could probably smell a human from a mile away, of course they know I’m here!

The spear misses me by a couple of feet, I stumble back out of the bushes, landing on my bottom.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

I stand and take off in the other direction through the trees.

There’s just no way I’ll outrun so many apes. But I have to try.

The screeching and hooting of the apes behind me is deafening.

While running, my shoulder slams hard into the trunk of a tree, not enough to dislocate luckily. I continue to run.

I realize while running that I can’t lead them back to my shelter, even if it’s hours away from where I am right now, so I change my direction slightly, enough where I’m no longer going the right way to my shelter.

But of course, just like anyone who is running for their life in a situation like mine, my foot got caught in the looped root of a tree, sending me tumbling harshly to the ground.

I tumble for a moment and my back slams into the trunk of a large tree, knocking the wind out of me.

Vision blurry and gasping for air, I begin attempting to collect myself, preparing for the apes to get to me.

Not long after my fall, the apes begging to surround me.

In one liquid motion, I pull an arrow from my back and flip over off my stomach, pressing my back against the tree trunk and pulling the arrow back with my bow, breathing heavily.

The apes above continue hooting, but I’m not even trying to pay attention to what they could be signing.

An ape begins to approach me, walking on 2 legs. It’s the alluring one.

They stand on a tree stump maybe 15-20 feet from me, taking note of my readied bow and arrow.

The ape frowns at me, locks eyes with me and holds up their hand. The apes in the trees above us become silent.

“Lower.. the weapon.”

The ape in front of me says in a deep voice that I could feel rumble through my chest.

My eyes widen and my breath gets caught in my throat.

Did he just.. fucking talk??

After a minute of gaping at him like a fish out of water, I compose myself once again.

“You… you attacked me first.” I say finally, the words not feeling like my own.

The ape just continues to stare me, narrowing his eyes more if that was even possible.

“Lower.. the.. weapon.” He repeats himself, this time slightly louder.

I press my lips into a straight line, debating on what I should do next.

I sigh quietly, and begin lowering my bow, releasing my grip on the arrow and letting it fall softly between my feet.

The apes expression softens by a fraction of a fraction, to the point where I could honestly be making it up in hopes that he’ll just let me go.

He looks as if he’s about to say something again, but the older ape from before comes to his side and begins signing to him. Getting a better look at him up close, he looks like he’s been through the wringer one or twice.

While he signs frantically, I can make out “get rid of her” and “others” and “nothing but trouble!”

He signs again and my veins turn to ice.

“We must kill her!”

My grip on my bow handle tightens but I don’t point it up just yet, I don’t want to risk starting something.

The ape that spoke to me frowns at the older ape and huffs.

“No.” Was all he said and waves the older ape off.

The older ape looks pretty pissed and turns to look at me, baring his fangs and turns to leave.

My grip on my bow handle loosens slightly. I look back at the talking ape. He meets my eyes once again and seems to notice the fear in my eyes which had mostly left before the older ape came up to him.

‘You understand?’ He signed to me.

I nod, not taking my eyes off of his.

I thought about asking how the hell they are able to speak, let alone sign, but decided against it. Today is already just about as weird as I can handle. I am not asking any more questions.

As if he could hear my inner dialogue, he starts to speak once more, but is cut off when the sound of a large animal moving at a fast pace grows closer to us.

The apes start to hoot and chatter, signing about there being another bear. The ape in front of me stands taller and looks around.

Through the trees, a giant dark mass runs closer until it jumps into view, standing in front of me, growling aggressively and baring its fangs at the apes.

Feeling like 5 pounds was lifted off my face, I exhale with an anxious smile.

“Woofer!”

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Chapter 2 of Us and them, done! I hope you’re all enjoying the series so far as much as I am, I’d love to hear anyone’s feedback or thoughts/hopes for this series!

See you in chapter 3!

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izz-ler · 8 months ago

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I've got some more stuff for the vocaloid family au: time for the parents!!!

Details under the cut! (Look at me learning how this cite works woo)

Alright lets start with Miku's parents!

First up, Dad-Miku

Dad-Miku is the middle child of three, bc of that he's become a bit of a people-pleaser from trying to keep the peace between a teenage sister(mom-luka) and a toddler brother(Kaito) when he was a kid. He works at a smaller company in the countryside. His parents(grand-mikus) decided to start a small farm when the kids grew up, and he decided to stay close so that he and his wife could keep an eye on his parents since they're not getting any younger.

Dad-Miku used to dream of becoming a mangaka as a teen, and would self publish small comics that never really got anywhere. He hasn't 100% given up on the idea, but he's not actively pursuing it anymore. He would also help Kaito out with his music since he has a good ear for it.

Miku gets her musical creativity from her dad.

Second is Mom-Miku

Mom-Miku grew up in the outskirts of the city closer to the country with her younger sister(mom-rin/len) she's a very blunt person and says what she thinks if anyone asks, however she knows when to keep it to herself and isn't an overly rude person. She enjoys doing home-DIY projects and helps out her inlaws on the farm whenever she can. She's a wiz in the kitchen, but can't bake for shit. She's not overly judgemental and encourages individuality in her kids and other family members, however she's very much a realist and will tell you when she thinks somethings a bad idea or not, tho she won't stop you.

She gives great advice, and is the one to tell the waiter that her husband asked for mashed potatoes and not fries when out to eat.

Miku takes after her mom in appearance and bluntness.

Third is Mom-Luka

Mom-Luka is a bit of an airhead. She's about 5 years older than Dad-Miku and 12 years older than Kaito, so he's her baby brother, tho they could 100% get into fights when they were younger. She lived at home until she got married, so she got to see both of her brothers grow up. She used to work for an international fashion company which is where she met her husband on a work trip to America. He's Chinese-American and grew up in the States, tho he was willing to move to Japan with Mom-Luka as he wasn't handling the long distance relationship very well. Mom-Luka was very much a stunner in her younger years and Luka has definitely inherited that, tho she's not as ditsy as her mom and takes after her dad more in personality.

Last up is Mom-Rin/Len

Mom-Rin/Len is actually about 10 years younger than her sister, Mom-Miku. She was a bit of a wild-child and party animal in her teens and due to some unfortunate decisions had Rin and Len when she was 17. She doesn't regret it though, because having them made her more responsible. She had to drop out of high-school because of the pregnancy, but managed to get a job at a beauty salon where she worked her way up and got her beauty diplomas so she could get a better pay. She now works and runs a somewhat successful salon and has managed to move her and the kids into the suburbs close to the city, which she's very proud of herself for, especially since she's been a single mother the entire time(she never told the father(bc she didn't know who it was)).

Because she herself was a bit of a rebel, she knows all the ins and outs of sneaky teens which means that Rin and Len can't get away with anything. She doesn't want them to have to deal with the same stuff she did, so she's a bit strict when it comes to school and discipline. But she's not an absolute demon and knows how to party when the time comes.

Mom-Luka likes to go to her salon to get her nails done and Mom-Rin/Len always does it personally, so they're somewhat close.

She likes it when her kids express themselves and encourages them to go crazy with their clothes and hair(hence why Len still has longer hair even though it's against the school dress code). Within reason ofc.

She's very sociable which Rin takes after, but Len's calmness and appearance is starting to remind her of someone as he gets older, tho she can't really put her finger on who.

#vocaloid #vocaloid family #au #vocaloid au #hatsune miku #kagamine rin #kagamine len #kaito #kaito vocaloid #megurine luka #rin and len #miku #vocaloid family au #if anyone has some name suggestions PLEASE I beg i'm horrible with naming characters #oc

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I swear to god I do like Danganronpa - Part One Maybe

[unmarked spoilers for all three mainline Danganronpa games, be forewarned!] I'm seeing so much nice Danganronpa stuff that I feel bad that the only thing I've mentioned about it is stuff I hated in the newest game, so I wanna instead talk about the stuff I liked from the games, which would be the characters themselves. I can't focus on all of them due to not having finished the anime or UDG (you can probably guess why with the latter), but the writers have such a cruel (in a good way) habit of writing these characters either in a way that makes you love them, or to the point where you're actively hoping for their death. Or, in one of my favourite character's cases, going from the latter to the former. The ultimate asshole himself, Byakuya Togami. Honestly Toko? I fucking *get it.* It turns out there's something about a character like that slowly turning from an unlikeable douche to someone who's been humbled somewhat, but is still full of himself enough to pull his shit together and still stay somewhat authoritative (despite how much he delegates shit to Naegi) that gets me hanging on every douchey line of his.

Speaking of Toko, a reference to OG Dragon Ball? In MY Danganronpa? It's more likely than you think, although I only read through Dragon Ball last year so I had no idea who L(a)unch was at the time, but I digress. It's always worth noting that each Danganronpa has had a player in it that's killed before, Jill being the only (kinda, if you ignore Mukuro who died immediately and Junko herself given she's more of a mastermind than a player) one in the first game, though she only really serves as the template for Korekiyo, as the killer(s) in SDR2 weren't so much serial as they were... uh... not-serial. I dunno, I'm not exactly elegant here. Korekiyo is a pale imitator though, mostly because we see him actually succumb to his serial killer urges, which is such a Virgin Korekiyo move as opposed to the Chad Genocide Jill. Which is ironic because considering his relationship with his sister... man what is it with V3 and incest? Again I digress but to be fair I DID just finish V3 today.

But anyway, having a character like that in a murder-mystery is always necessary, because it's important for not only the characters in the game to have a reasonable initial suspect, but also for the player themselves to constantly be questioning whether the character actually DID do this one, despite not having done the other ones, which is another reason I felt Korekiyo was a little lacking in that department, his serial-killer-i-ness didn't really end up being revealed until AFTER he'd already like... killed two people. I already knew he did it, the question was why he did it twice, and the answer was sorta lame. Wait shit this was supposed to be positive, I swear I like him in general as a character, the serial killer aspect was just forced in my opinion... which if you think about it, was probably intentional due to the whole crux of how the Danganronpa characters are "written" in-universe. If it's in-universe fictional incest, does that make it more or less weird? his sister didn't actually exist, I guess, so is it less weird because it didn't happen or more weird because someone on the Team Danganronpa writing staff came up with that idea for Korekiyo's story? Who's the writer putting their fetish into the Danganronpa contestants? I'm definitely overthinking this.

...

With no easy segue here, let's go from a character that died quickly to a character I wish had died quicker than he had, the Ultimate Brat, Kokichi Oma.

I hate so much that I know if I were younger I'd be into him so much.

Much like Toko/Jill and Nagito (who, don't worry, we'll get to), Kokichi is made to stir the pot, but my god he does it so much better/worse than the others, to the point where it wasn't even "oh wow this character is evil but at least they're fun", it went to "oh my god can someone actually kill this guy please?" Thanks Kaito, by the way. I understand why Kokichi is the way he is, and the picture painted of him after his death makes it a lot sadder in hindsight, as you learn that he wasn't even part of the big bad Remnants of Despair, he was just an orphan kid with a group of fellow orphans (if the D.I.C.E reference is in fact a reference to some obscure anime like the DR Wiki says) going around causing mischief and, I think, stealing things. He was, in essence, Carmen Sandiego, and no one can hate her. But at the same time, the dude killed my man Gonta, and got away with it by making Gonta kill someone else. I get that a lot of the characters had a point where they were willing to sacrifice their friends to try and end the Killing Game, but there's lying when you know your friends will latch onto the lie and work with you like Maki did, and then there's manipulating someone who barely knows not to trust you into sacrificing his own life for your cause. Granted, maybe that takes some of Gonta's autonomy away in that scenario, but Gonta's entire personality was trying to be the best person he could be, and everyone in the school was well aware of how that could be used to his detriment, and all it would require is a suggestion of what the right thing to do would be... much like the suggestion that everyone should be made to love bugs in an insect meet and greet. Kokichi is one of those characters where, whether I like him or not I'm on the fence about, but it is undeniable that the game would not be the same without him.

And finally (for now, I may do more of these if the mood takes me) because holy shit it's 2AM, let's go for the guy I mentioned earlier, the twisted mirror-image of DR1's protagonist in the form of Nagito Komaeda.

HEY DID YOU KNOW HIS NAME IS AN ANAGRAM OF I AM MAKOTO NAEGI-

Okay that's enough of that google-level trivia.

I love to hate Nagito, he's such an adorable bastard. He actively tries to kill people, screw them over or just say weird shit about hope to them, but at the same time he looked so cute and goofy tied up in chapter 2 that it's hard for me to hate him. I guess the describer people would use is Affably Evil, where he's clearly villainous, but you just can't help but smile when he goes off on some wild tangent about hope. You go, girl.

Plus, the dynamic shift in the later chapter as he discovers the identity of the students, and subsequently seeks to take the traitor down in the most cockamamie scheme since something Wile E. Coyote would try on the Road Runner, and due to his Ultimate Ass-Pull talent, it actually fuckin' works? I think SDR2's Trial 5 is one of the most interesting in all of the games as a result of all this stuff coming together, especially because, as Nagito says, Ultimate Luck is kinda fuckin' useless if you're not actively in a casino at all times, so the set-up for his own murder went beyond just luck, it took planning to specifically rely on luck at a crucial moment, one where the chance of what he needed to have happen was infinitesimal, which maybe isn't that interesting when all is said and done because I'm sure a lot of murders rely on luck, but like I said, it's definitely one of the most interesting trials in all three games because of it.

Nagito, I'm glad you're not really dead, but I'm also sad you never really existed in the first place. Also I'm glad you died.

Okay that's it for this post, if you like Danganronpa maybe don't read my rant about V3 I posted because like... I wasn't kind to it. Or maybe do read it if you agree with me! P.S. Chihiro was probably one of my many trans egg-tap moments.

#Danganronpa #SDR2 #DRV3 #drv3 killing harmony #Kokichi Oma #toko fukawa #genocide jill #byakuya togami #nagito komaeda #rambles

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