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[guileless-beast]

Reuniting with them… after they’ve twisted

(Ft. Astro, Glisten, Razzle + Dazzle, Shrimpo)

Tags: longpost, headcanons, ambiguous relationship, previous relationship, kinda implied you’re immune to Ichor or smth bc theres no mention of you getting infected, lots of hurt/comfort

notes: first post! don't be afraid to send an ask if u like things like this :)

Astro

•He doesn’t recognize you at first. Not for a while, actually

•Mindlessly chases you around like all the other twisteds, though something in him stirs when he first spots you

•Get somewhere safe and up high where he can’t reach with his arms. His telekinesis has been destroyed by the Ichor; the most he can do with it now is tug on your shirt, and he isn’t exactly focused enough to do so anyway, so you'll be safe so long as he can't grab you

•Talk. About anything, preferably things you used to do with him. Your voice is familiar. Comforting. It soothes the ache in his heart that the Ichor once weaponized

•Resist your own exhaustion long enough, and Astro himself will fall asleep listening to you

•Let him rest. In a few hours he’ll wake up and you can keep trying to help him remember who he is, or you can leave while he sleeps if you think it’s getting too dangerous

Glisten

•Yells your name and RUNS at you full speed. It’s more than a little terrifying.

•He doesn’t mean any harm- he really doesn’t!- he’s just been alone for so long… he’s sobbing as he chases you, he can’t lose you again, he just can’t, please-

•Tackles you down and hugs the life out of you. Literally. If you don’t tell him to let up in time you might lose a heart

•He apologizes, but doesn’t let go. Keeps babbling about how he missed you- he’s hardly even coherent, but you get the gist

•Get to a secluded little spot and let him cry in your arms. Rub the top half of his back and cuddle him close; he desperately needs comfort after what he’s been through

•He appreciates every bit of affection you give him, even if it just makes him cry harder

•So long as you let him stay with/follow you, he'll do anything you ask. Need help extracting? He's even better at extracting than before, somehow. Running from a twisted? You're already in his arms. He'll even scrounge around with you for supplies!

•Be careful if he somehow finds makeup, though. He'll doll you up as SOON as the two of you are safe.

•(And if you do his own, he'll be giddy for the rest of the day.)

Razzle + Dazzle

•Sit just outside the circle with the both of them. Don’t talk, don’t make noise. Razzle bears the brunt of their infection; he won’t recognize you if you wake him. Not immediately, at least.

•Eventually Dazzle is going to wake up from his doze and scan around them for any threats, and spot you

•Dazzle will recognize you after a moment, and his expression will turn positively miserable. You’re not safe around him and Razzle, you need to leave…

•Silently keep them company for long enough and Dazzle WILL shed a few tears. It’s just been him and Razzle for who knows how long, and while he is very worried for your safety it’s nice to have someone else here (that isn’t crazed with Ichor)

•Razzle’ll finally wake up in the middle of his twin crying and see you. As he always does when he spots someone, he takes control of their body and stands, preparing to attack, but-

•…he can’t do anything so long as you’re not in the circle, though. He’ll growl and pull at the weight they’re tied to (as Dazzle squeaks and tries to take back control to no avail) but settles after a while

•Much like Astro, some part of Razzle tries to remember, but can’t- though, your face helps more than your voice in Razzle’s case. He won’t go back to sleep, no matter how much Dazzle pleads

•He sits and stares at you unendingly. It’s possible to talk to Razzle like this- though, he’ll pay more attention to your expression and gestures than your words

•Stay with them for a while, please. You’re the only way Razzle can be calm while awake, and while Dazzle knows it’d be safer for you if you left, your presence eases his mind too

Shrimpo

•It’s Shrimpo. Be ready for a scuffle of some kind.

•He recognizes you almost immediately. Does a full stop AND double take. He'll just stand there for a few moments until you move, and then he'll start chasing you like normal- or…

•...almost like normal. He's faster, more desperate, more angry, and keeps making these gurgling sounds as you try to lose him (to no avail; all his attention is on you, all he is going after is you)

•Be prepared to block his punches. He’s stronger now- they will hurt if they land. If you can, bring some kind of armor or protection for yourself like a shield along with all the patience you have. Otherwise, your arms are going to be real sore from blocking his attacks.

•He’ll punch, and punch, and punch some more. He’s so pissed it almost hurts. How dare you leave him for so long? How dare you think you could just waltz right up to him and be friends normal again?

•(How dare you abandon him here? How dare you not be there for him when he needed you most? How dare you not be there when the Ichor took over and he nearly suffocated? Where were you? Why did you leave him? What did he do?)

•Don’t hit back; your goal is to outlast him, not to overpower him. Let him take out his blind rage on your shield/guards, or you’ll never make progress with him.

•Don’t worry, it won’t take too long for him to falter. He’s still Shrimpo, after all. Wait until his punches weaken and his fists shake. Wait until he starts taking a full second between hits. Wait until he connects one more blow with your defense, and then shove him downward.

•Given he just exhausted himself, he’ll definitely be knocked flat on the ground. It’ll take him a good moment to get up- use this time to kneel down, slide your arms beneath him, and press him into your chest.

•He’ll try to move away- keyword: try, because no matter how hard he wants to, he cannot move his arms. All he can do is twitch and make those gurgling noises again as you gather the rest of him into your lap.

•Just… be patient, and hold him. He’s quite literally never experienced anything like this before. Eventually Shrimpo will stop leaning away. He won’t lean in, per se, but he’ll stop fighting it and go limp.

•Tell him how long you’ve been looking for him, how much you missed him, how glad you are to see him again; and maybe, just maybe, he’ll find the strength to shakily bring his arms around you.

•He rationalizes it as an attempt to scratch you, but he’s still too fatigued to do any damage.

•(Not only that, but he tells himself the heat in his eyes is just Ichor, too.)

[o-i-w-u]

im going insane actually this was meant to be like a 30-minute solo run what

anyway random screenshot time

and

glisten weeping next to his poster gwegahh :(

[mikgreo]

Hiya! Love your posts so so so much ♡

I was wondering if you could do how haikyuu (or jjk) men react to finding out the reader has a kink for being fucked in front of someone else 🫣

Tysm! Anon x

“curiosity killed the cat.”

haikyuu headcanons.

a/n. ty nonnie for requesting!! ive never thought about writing something like this but it made me excited to see what i could come up with, i had fun writing this! take care nonnie <3!! i might do pt.2 :3

chars. oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, suna.

syp. haikyuu characters & exhibitionism! +mini scenarios.

tags. exhibition, voyeurism, p/v, degradation, praise, petnames, pronouns or gender not mentioned but reader has a kitty & boobies, and use of babygirl/girl, manhandling (bokuto), edging, overstimulation, recording, whatever i missed..

oikawa!

rough jealous sex, teases you alot, might share you depending on the person, makes you moan out his name while the other person makes you cum, tried to get you to go to a kink club but you denied (“y/n-chann!! it’ll be fun!”)

he never thought you, or anyone else, were the type to initiate stuff like that, he was always just used to casual sex with his partners. but when he mentioned how “you probably want iwaizumi to see you like this, huh?” and felt you tighten up around him, he knew exactly what to do, he called iwa to come see a particular “show.”

“k-kawa!! s’too much.. sl-slow dowwwn~..ng-nghh!~” you whined out as oikawa thrusted deeply and roughly directly on your g-spot countless of times. “you like iwa-chan watching you get your back blown out, huh? you dirty fuckin’ girl, t’is what you wanted hm?” he slapped your ass, “after all yer stupid ass swayin’ and bendin’ over infront of ‘em you kinda asked for it, you slut.” he glanced over at iwaizumi, who was sitting on oikawa’s desk chair watching you two, face dusted in red and pink hues, sweat beads falling down his forehead. “come, its yer turn iwa-chan~”

iwaizumi!

def has vanilla sex, he likes to show that he can make you feel good by his hands, nice and soft, wouldnt share you but would make you speak out on how good hes making you feel

iwaizumi wasnt really used to anything like this, he was never the type of guy to have multiple girlfriends, let alone be sexually active. so whenever he found out from oikawa that your friend mentioned you were into that stuff, he didn’t know if he should ignore or act on it. but the more he thought about it the more frequently he found himself masturbating in the bathroom at the thought of him pleasuring you infront of another man. so, he decided to act on it.

“mmm, just like that, babygirl. keep rockin’ yer hips on my fingers js like thaaat.” iwaizumi had you on his lap infront of oikawa, who was sitting on iwaizumi’s gaming chair. legs pried open, glistening wet cunt on full display, you shamefully moaned at the circles iwa had been rubbing on your clit and your entrance. “tell ‘kawa how much you want me to fuck you with my fingers, doll.”

kuroo!

rough sex, open to threesomes (depending on the person), makes the third party record you two, edging/overstimulation final boss

lowkey wasnt that fazed about it, he’s been through some kinky people that he ended up ghosting/breaking up with because the kinks were overstepping boundaries, but he thought yours was quite doable. definitely got turned on once kenma told him you had said you were into that stuff. so he promised kenma he’d buy him the newest pc if he cooperated with his plan.

“oh yeahhh, look up at the camera just like that baby.” kuroo said behind you, as he was thrustinf his fingers into your seeping hole. he had you on all fours while you gave kenma a blowjob, as he recorded you all. “mmm…!!~” you mumbled onto kenmas cock, which he shuddered at. “you cummin’? i told you, cant til you make kenny here cum first, sweetheart.” this went on for 3 more hours..

bokuto!

rough-nice sex, fucks you dumb for sure, very prideful in his abilities and makes you you dont hold your voice back, make you make eye contact with third party, either really nice or really mean no in between, but i live for unknowingly and unwillingly rough bokuto so

kinda awkward about it, you were like his third girlfriend, and first ever actual serious once, adrenaline hits him and he ends up having his whole team watch him rail your poor small body. bokuto had learned alot from kuroo and oikawa about sex, so he decided this was a good opportunity to demonstrate his newly found skills. he asked his teammates to come over to his apartment, got them all to drink some beers and well..

“i know youve all been eyeing, y/n over here. so ill show you who she fuckin’ belongs to, but don’t hesitate to stroke yer dicks while you watch me absolutely fuck her dumb!” bokuto manhandled you into doggy, grabbing your arms and pulling them behind you back, thrusting in and out of you as deep as he could, whispering profanities into your ear. “fuckk, you like how der getting off to yer cute ass moans, huh? cmon.. be louder for them, let em know who’s responsible for this. fuck yeah, babygirl, t’day is alll about you.”

akaashi!

soft sex, would only let bokuto or tsukishima be the one watching you two, would worship you and brag about you to the other person while he fucked your brains out, overstimulation def, kinda gets a little toxic if the other person interacts.

akaashi was lowkey awkward about this too, but remained nonchalant, he had a talk with you to see if you would let bokuto be the one to watch you two, promising he wouldnt let him interrupt or touch you without your consent, he told you he had never been into any type of extreme kinks, so he apologized if he ended up deciding this wasnt for him, but swore he would try to make it work just to make you feel good.

“cmon princess, you can do better, why’re you getting shy on me now, hm?” he placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. you were down giving him a blowjob, with your legs spread open enough to let bokuto see you playing with your clit, desperate for some more friction. “mmm!” you muttered staring at akaashi with your puppy eyes. “im not, bokuto-san, touching you til you make me cum atleast twice. so get to work princess. you wanted this didnt you?” … “oh c’mon ‘kashi! dont be so mean” bokuto laughed loudly in the back.

atsumu!

possessive, would probably be mad at your for like half the day for suggesting it, but it grew on him, fast rough sex, lots of foreplay, teasing, and petnames.

“huuuhh?! why would you want sum rando watchin’ us fuck?” atsumu put if off for some days but the more he thought about it the more he found himself getting turned on by it. he set some rules, and had told you to go to a kink club since he didnt feel comfortable having anyone you both knew watch you, since you both only had a couple trusted people, and he was NOT gonna have his twin brother watch him fuck his girlfriend, let alone sakusa.

“look bae, all these people ‘round us comin’ just for you, see i told you you have the hottest fucking ass and tits ever.” he had you on top of him on one of the booth seats, you were jumping up and down on him and he took your nipples into his mouth. “fu-ck! ‘tsumu!! so good m gnna cumm~” you whined. “hell yeah baby, give em a show, aint gona stop til you start squirting like sum fuckin’ water sprinkler.” he laughed as he slapped your ass. “show em who’s yer fucking daddy, who’s making you feel good huh?” he breathed into your ear. “you-youyouyouyouyo-!! is you ‘tsumu youre so fuckin good at fucking my pussy daddy!!

osamu!

slow sex, praiiiiseeee, would probably only trust suna with you, would make suna touch you or something while he fucks you, asks if your okay during sex

he didn’t really know what to say when you had told him you found it hot to have someone watch you get fucked or something like a threesome, and he didnt wanna weird you out so he said you could try it out to see if he liked it as well. and he called up his buddy suna to help out!

“fuckk, yer tits taste so good, feels js like marshmallows, cutie.” suna said just below a whisper as he fondled your left boob and sucked on your right one. “mmm princess, your so tight, you feel so good yk that? you’re so perfect and beautiful like this.. making me wanna cum just from yer face.” osamu said as he had you in missionary, thrusting slowly but deep into your aching cunt. suna reached down to rub circles on your clit, “fuck, keep doing that suna, she just got so much tighter.”

suna!

literal virgin killer, casual sex, with some teasing & degradation, would be one to suggest this if you hadnt beaten him to it, down for anything but just doesnt admit it, literal definition of a freak undercover, lowkey would let anyone watch you two but just not touch you (imagine like anyone u want rlly)

“fuckk, keep fuckin yourself on my dick just like that, you have no idea how tight you feel, ma.” he had you facing the person while you fucked yourself dumb on his cock, going up and down. “play with yer boobs while they bounce, pretty. show em how sexy you can be, kay? put on a reaal pretty face, babygirl.”

[o-i-w-u]

HELLLL YEAH HSAHGFSDHFH

HES BEEN SUMMONED!

@o-i-w-u YOUR ADVICE WORKS I'VE BEEN CATCHING MYSELF ACTING LIKE HIM MORE THIS WEEK ACCIDENTALLY AND I ENCOUNTERED HIM 3 TIMES TODAYYY!!!!

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Crosshair bodyguard Drabble pt 4

<<<Part 3 Part 5>>>

Crosshair x female reader

Gotta love the tension and angst 🥰

You wrapped your hands around yourself, when you felt Crosshair’s hand settle on the small of your back, guiding you through the hallway towards the medical center.

Your eyes briefly flitted towards him, the sting of the wound long gone but now the burnin your heart licked the sides of your rib cage as it grew.

He knew what he was doing, going against his own set of rules that every step he took against it, in his own selfishness was a mighty task, but he let his hand settle on your back and he thanked the stars his face was hidden because he knew one look at him and you would know his intentions.

He was a soldier, he could not afford love, so why did he crave it ? Why could he not move his hand away.

He turned to catch your eye to only see your were watching him anyway.

He turned his head away quickly and it was akin to slamming the door on his face. Did he hate you so much? Maybe he did.

Arriving at the medical center, there wasn’t a physician who was free to have you wound looked at and it looked like the clone who stood beside you wanted to leave as soon as he could with how fidgety he was.

He clicked his tongue as he navigated you towards an empty bay which had supplies and seating.

“Sit.”, he said it gently but had a rough edge to it. You didn’t follow his order as you stood by to watch him. He had already moved towards the supply table.

“No.”, you contended, sure that no one was around to overhear your conversation.

“Why?”, he turned towards you, his finger tapping on the edge of the table.

“I don’t need your help. I also don’t appreciate your tone. If you have someplace else to be, kindly leave.”, you stated your command. You were a General first. He braced his hands against the table and his shoulders sagged.

But a few seconds later, he grabbed the supplies and headed towards you anyway, walking towards you until you were backed to take a seat. You held your hands together but looked away from him as he stood in front of you. The edges of your eyes beginning to glisten.

But to your surprise, he slowly knelt down before you. Pulling away his gloves to hold out in front of you as though he was seeking your permission.

“Your hand, please.”, he said softly. Your gaze falling on his exposed hand for the first time to then slowly look at his helmet, the wonder of how he looked beneath it still held your curiosity.

You slowly placed your hand in his and it was electric, his calloused fingers, warm palm coming in contact with your tender fingers, you heard him inhale sharply before he snapped his head towards what he was actually here to do.

He drew the edge of your robe back as it revealed further skin and he cleared his throat before the wound came into display. It was rather deep, the top of your skin charred with bruised flesh beneath.

“This might burn.”, he said and you prepared yourself for it but the moment the chemical touched your skin, you couldn’t help lurch towards to hold his arm as though it was a reflex. That every time you craved a safe place, your mind thought of him.

He had sensed your discomfort but you reaching out to him had somehow emboldened him further, to quickly work his magic and tie the bandages to secure the wound while his mind kept prompting him to ask if he will ever see you again?

“Crosshair.”, you said his name and he hummed in response like this was normal, for a Jedi and a clone to converse with such familiarity.

“Do you hate me?”, you asked but couldn’t look at him. Your eyes watching his long fingers finish tying the bandage, but the anxiety in your chest only building up. You felt his spirit shift into a sense of unease through the force and you regretted asking the question.

“I hope I wasn’t too much of a burden when you were assigned to me.”, you added further knowing very well that your ability to make mistakes was more higher than the other Jedi.

“Why do you ask such a question?”, he said, his tone delving into the edge of anger. His hands wrapping around your arm as he looked up at you, even though he knelt his eye line matched yours.

“To know what you think of me.”, you contented, both locked into answering questions neither wanted to.

You felt his hands inch up your elbow, bare skin on bare skin, you were so close you could see the lean muscles on his neck and the edge of his jaw line.

“Why does my opinion matter?”, he asked next and you reached up to touch his jaw, the stubble on his face was deliciously rough. He froze under your touch and all you could briefly hear was his laboured breath.

“I need to know.”, you leaned towards him when he moved away, as though you saw too much, as though he had a revealed his soul.

“Your wound is taken care off, General.”, he took a brief second to look at you before he left. Again.

Part 5 will be *chef’s kiss* @ladyanidala @crosshairscyarika @haybellewrites

[legobiwan]

TotJ Rewatch: Ramblings (1 of 3)

After a long abstention from consuming anything Star Wars-related, I plopped down on my couch yesterday and decided it was time to dip my toes back into this arena, mostly for the purposes of writing.

And what better way to delve back into this universe than by starting with the Dooku episodes of Tales of the Jedi?

Boi, oh boi, had I forgotten how much I love this character.

And so without a thesis or much a point whatsoever, I'd like to ramble about a few dozen thoughts I had while yelling incoherently through this rewatch.

Episode 2, "Justice"

One of the overarching themes of Dooku's episodes is this unsettling notion of darkness. Even at the start of this episode, gone are the usual triumphant Star Wars themes are so familiar with - the militant and boisterous brass, the rising strings and woodwinds. Instead, this episode opens with somewhat dissonant string passages interspersed with with a subtle, almost glistening electronic tones that meld in and out of the sustained string notes.

There is no optimism whatsoever as Dooku and Qui-gon set down on what looks to be the charred husk of village.

The remainder of these episodes rarely lighten in tone. And I don't think the thrust here is that Dooku is the only Jedi to have encountered these unfortunate situations - suffering and devastation due to corrupt politicians in a Republic the Jedi is supposedly tasked with protecting. What I do think is that this is all meant to be seen through the lens of Dooku's increasing disillusion. That these scenes are bleak because that's what Dooku is focusing on, more and more, to the point where...well, we know what happens.

But anyway, to get back to the episode.

You have give props to the animation team here. The continuity with Qui-gon's older self having a tendency to show cleavage apparently stems from his youth, where it was even more exacerbated. (Aren't you cold, Qui-gon?) The best part of this is the contrast with Dooku and he (of course) very well put-together outfit.

Maybe teen!Qui-gon just went through too many growth spurts and the Jedi tailor threw up their hands in frustration. I do find it infinitely amusing that Dooku - Mr. Propriety himself - had two students (Rael and Qui-gon) who might as well have been wearing burlap sacks half the time. Never let it be said that Dooku didn't allow his charges to express themselves, even though I'm certain it vexed the hell out him.

What's fascinating about this episode is the absolute economy of dialogue. There's not much of it, letting the visuals of the ravaged village and Dooku's own tight-lipped anger carry much of the weight of the narrative. It's almost as if we're at a point with Dooku where he knows he's angry, he knows his base instincts are trending in a bad direction, but he's still trying so, so hard to be a Jedi and toe the line, to believe in the Order he brought up in, which I think is partially why Dooku is so reserved in this particular episode, minus the part where he tries to Force-choke a guy.

I love that Qui-gon is doing the majority of the talking here. There's no disapproval written on Dooku's face, no motion made for him to hold his tongue or know his place. It truly shows the level of trust Dooku has in his student (and the level of trust in himself as a teacher) and also the level of respect he has for Qui-gon (despite his sartorial missteps). I've said it before and I'll say it again. Dooku is a teacher, through and through. He trains Qui-gon and is devastated at his death. He trains Ventress and is unwillingly forced to abandon her. He trains Savage as if he were a dark Padawan. He's constantly making remarks to Obi-wan as to how he could improve. The man can't help himself. But Qui-gon was special to him, as we'll see in another few episodes.

One of the most fascinating layers of Dooku's character is his political idealism. I'll point it out in more detailed fashion when I recap the next episode, but young Dooku and Padmé Amidala have so much in common. And it's wild for Dooku, as someone who (both canonically and in the EU) was born into a noble family, was aware of his heritage, and by all accounts, maintained a level of haughty distance from most people exacerbated by a taste for the finer things in life.

And yet...and yet. This is a man who is unbelievably angry at the actions of a corrupt Senate. That a village could be treated and forgotten this way. Padmé is little different, as we see in TPM and throughout TCW. (You have to wonder what a political powerhouse those could have been if they had stood on the same side of the aisle at the same time).

When we think of Dooku, we think of a relentless man who would go to any length to see the Jedi destroyed. And later, he goes on to commit some true atrocities. But like many roads paved to hell, it begins with good intentions, even if they may be self-serving.

Is it noblesse oblige? Maybe there's a hint of that. Does Dooku really care about the little person? In a way, but I don't think that's his major motivating factor.

Dooku grew up with the Jedi. He loves the Jedi, or at least loved the Jedi. He was talented and became one of their best. And then he started to see the cracks in the foundation and began to question everything about the Jedi, everything about himself. So much of this, in my mind, stems from a sense of betrayal by an organization and ideal which he held so dear to his heart (not to mention his main teacher was the head of the whole shebang).

What do you do when the thing you identify with the most - the thing that is you identity - your passion, in a way, your first love - curdles into something unrecognizable? If Dooku loved the Jedi any less, he would have left. (And that touches on a whole other cultural aspect of the Jedi Order and a type of institutional pressure that I won't get into here). Well, in Dooku's case, you start by trying to reform it from the inside. By bucking authority and replacing cracked edifice with your own hewn stone. Until you can't anymore, until the weight is too much to bear and your grievances begin to spill and metastasize into something else altogether.

The funny thing is, I feel like the start of this confrontation would have gone the same with almost any other Jedi. I can't see, say, Mace Windu (and I choose him as he gets underserved flak for being rule-abiding to the point of inhumanity) just up and saying, "Oh yeah, dude, you're totally right. Let's fuck over these peasants."

But where it gets interesting is when Dooku allows it to become a firefight. There's a long series of shots showing the fear of the villagers, the way Qui-gon looks around and is uncertain as to whether or not this is the right path.

Yes, Dooku, you do.

But. You're also willing (if not thrilled) for these people to become momentary collateral damage in an idealogical battle, as we see during the firefight exchange.

And the thing is...there's no easy answer here. It's not Republic vs. the Confederacy. It's not good versus evil. It's a lot more complicated than that, and Dooku isn't wrong in allowing the confrontation to happen. The Senator is corrupt. The Senator is willing to burn the village to the ground. The Jedi do (or should) serve the people of the Republic, first and foremost.

You can see why Dooku Force-choked the guy, in a way. He's still at a point where this collateral damage goes against everything he believes in, where he sees that the only option of restoring justice is through darkness, and he's willing to go there. For justice. For peace. (For himself).

The real hero here is Qui-gon, who is quick enough to realize number one, that his Master is going over the edge again (and given Qui-gon's response, I have zero reason to believe this was the first incident), and number two, that the Senator's son would be far more effective in persuading his father to abandon his terrible, awful plan of obliteration (although would his father have listened had Dooku not choked out of him first?)

As we know, Dooku is an aloof man. Touch is probably not one of his most-used emotional languages. I realize that in raising a child, even if they are ten to twelve years old when they come into your care, you probably have to have some comfort or at least tolerance of physical touch. But the fact that Qui-gon has no fear of Dooku and his possible reaction, that he instinctually takes him by the shoulder. I feel that with Dooku, so little can say so much, and to me, this is obvious proof of the solidity and trust in that relationship.

Part of the issue here is - Dooku's gambit works. Now, yes, he is absolutely correct in the exchange below that Qui-gon truly saved the day, but as I noted, it's not guaranteed the Senator would have listened to his son prior to having the life choked out of him. And what does Dooku received in response? Positive reinforcement. The village is being rebuilt. The Senator (for now) is reconsidering his actions. Brute force, in a way, worked, even if Dooku at the time was not fully in control of his own actions. And there's this weird negative/positive feedback loop where Dooku is rewarded for his actions, even if he knows his methods were less than savory, even his guilt eats at him, leading to the discussion below.

It's so interesting that Dooku is teetering on the edge during these years, but is always somehow brought back. It's really when he stops having a Padawan - that's one of the tipping points, where he has no counter-balance, has no one else to invest himself in, to learn from and, in some ways, live for. You almost have to wonder if some of Dooku's issues could have been solved by forcing another student on him after Qui-gon was knighted.

Next post on the docket: "Choices"

[thatlotuscookie]

Hey!!

This is a super random request but the idea came to me last night and I thought it would be super cute:)Eri has the stomach bug and wakes Aizawa because she isnt feeling good, she ends up being sick so intense she wets her pants. So much fluff and comfort, betweeen both Mic and Aizawa and of course Eri, could be soo cute💗 This fic would mean lots to me if you could do it!

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hey anon!! oh my gosh, what an absolutely sweet request! I love the idea of Aizawa and Present Mic teaming up to take care of little Eri when she’s feeling so vulnerable—so much fluff potential! It’s not random at all; honestly, these kinds of cozy, comforting scenarios are perfect, and I’m so glad you thought to share it. I can just imagine Eri’s shy little apologies and the guys’ soft reassurance. enjoy!<3

✧ Title: Midnight Comfort ✧ ✧ Characters: Aizawa Shota x Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada), Eri ✧ Genre: Fluff, Family, Comfort ✧ Rating: G ✧ Summary: The night is quiet as Aizawa drifts into a deep sleep, but a small hand tugging on his sleeve pulls him awake. Eri, flushed with fever and feeling unwell, has come to him for comfort. Joined by Present Mic, the two heroes do all they can to soothe her fears and ease her discomfort. ✧ Content/Tags: Sick!Eri, gentle comfort, established family dynamics, Aizawa and Present Mic caring for Eri. ✧ WC: 554 words // 3.1k chars

The night was still, the moon casting soft light over the quiet city. Aizawa lay deep in sleep, wrapped in his comforter, barely stirring even when his bedroom door creaked open. It was only when he felt a small tug on his sleeve that his eyes fluttered open.

He looked down to see Eri, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. Her cheeks were flushed, and she clutched at her stomach, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Dad… I don’t feel good.”

Immediately, Aizawa sat up, a wave of concern washing over him. He didn’t need to ask questions; one look at her pained expression was enough. Gently, he scooped her up, cradling her small form as he made his way to the bathroom, his hand soothingly rubbing her back. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel alone in this.

Eri whimpered as another wave of nausea hit her, and just as he lowered her towards the sink, she was overcome, her body giving in. She sobbed, embarrassed and feeling miserable, and in her distress, a few stray tears slipped down her cheeks. As she leaned into him, clinging to his shirt, she whispered, “I’m sorry…”

Aizawa crouched down, brushing a gentle hand over her hair, his tone as soft as he could muster. “Hey, there’s nothing to be sorry for. Everyone feels sick sometimes.”

As if to echo Aizawa’s words, Present Mic, or Yamada as Aizawa often called him at home, poked his head in, drawn by the commotion. His usual boisterous voice softened as he assessed the situation, giving Eri a warm, reassuring smile.

“Hey, little listener. Not feeling so great, huh?” he asked softly, kneeling beside them both.

Eri sniffled, looking up with big, watery eyes. “No… it hurts…” she whispered, clutching her stomach, her face flushing deeper as she realized her clothes were damp. She squirmed, visibly distressed, but Yamada gave her a gentle nod, trying to alleviate her embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about that, Eri,” he said, reaching out to gently stroke her back. “That just means you’re really not feeling well. Happens to everyone, even me,” he added, giving her a playful wink that made her crack the tiniest of smiles.

Aizawa, still holding her, whispered soothingly, “How about we get you cleaned up? You’ll feel better soon.”

They gently guided her into a fresh pair of pajamas and a warm blanket, Mic helping her feel more at ease by chatting about everything from silly moments he’d seen at UA that week to promising that her favorite bedtime story would be waiting. The comforting routine seemed to calm her, and soon she was snuggled between Aizawa and Present Mic on the couch, her small form bundled in blankets.

Aizawa felt her hand grip his tightly, and he gave her a reassuring squeeze. “We’re here, Eri. Just rest. We’re not going anywhere.”

Her eyelids drooped as she gave a tiny nod. She closed her eyes, her breaths evening out, the comfort of being surrounded by the two people who cared for her most lulling her into sleep. Mic watched her with a smile, and as he looked at Aizawa, there was an unspoken gratitude between them.

And in that peaceful moment, Aizawa realized that he wouldn’t trade these late-night wake-up calls for anything in the world.

[phvntom-limbs]

💬 👁️👁️

Nothing I have written recently comes close to this to me <3

In the following months there was an invisible string tying us to one another, an unbreakable thread of spider silk glittering between us. I was always going to find her, as I had found her before. Across sand and stone and bloody battlefields, I would find those eyes like pearlescent gates beneath ivy and amidst fog. The love shared between us bound us in deathless death, for nothing tied to the stars tightly as this could die. In the dull mornings she fell from my lips like petals into the daylight where I could not tread. In the dark nights, I would fall from hers much the same, dancing to her hips before pacing the stone floor. The evenings were ours under that inconstant moon, pale light glistening off of porcelain flesh that she warmed with her own. Lord, let me find her again. Let me find her where the sun won’t char my skin and the winter storms freeze her bones. Let me find her somewhere where I am perfect and unmarred, where I have more than half a self to surrender.  [From my Diabeth Drabble / writing practice]

[contraptionslittle-mind]

Their wings will always shine with elegance of a true angel. When one releases their sin, then they can truly understand their lifetime. He followed her glow to a nearby glistening fountain surrounded by sculptures in site. She dipped her legs into the water and her body began to dissipate into butterflies. However, the alluring vibrancy of each butterfly fell into golden ash. All that was left for him was his charred stinging face gazing back from his reflection.

Enjoy <3

[vinceviralfreak]

Title: The Abyss of Hell Hounds

Chapter 1: The Haunting

In the small, secluded town of Ravenswood, a sinister presence lurked beneath the surface. Legends whispered of an ancient abyss, hidden deep within the surrounding forest, where hell hounds roamed freely. These demonic creatures were said to be the guardians of the underworld, unleashed upon the world when darkness prevailed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the landscape, a sense of foreboding settled upon the town. The air grew thick with an otherworldly chill, and the once vibrant streets became deserted. Fear gripped the hearts of the townsfolk, for they knew that the abyss was awakening.

Chapter 2: The Curse Unleashed

Among the residents of Ravenswood was Emily, a young woman with a curious mind and a thirst for adventure. Drawn to the mysteries that surrounded her, she embarked on a quest to uncover the truth behind the abyss of hell hounds. Armed with only her determination and a flickering lantern, she ventured into the heart of the forest.

As Emily delved deeper into the darkness, the trees seemed to whisper ancient secrets. The ground beneath her feet grew treacherous, and the air grew heavy with an acrid stench. Suddenly, a bone-chilling howl echoed through the night, sending shivers down her spine. The hell hounds had sensed her presence.

Chapter 3: The Battle Begins

Emily's heart raced as she stumbled upon the entrance to the abyss. A gaping black hole yawned before her, emanating an evil energy that threatened to consume her very soul. With each step she took, the ground trembled beneath her, as if warning her to turn back.

But Emily was determined to face the hell hounds head-on. She had read ancient texts and studied forbidden knowledge, preparing herself for this very moment. As she descended into the abyss, the darkness enveloped her, and the sounds of growls and snarls grew louder.

Chapter 4: Confronting the Demons

Within the abyss, Emily found herself in a nightmarish realm. The walls were adorned with grotesque symbols, and the air was thick with the stench of decay. The hell hounds circled her, their glowing red eyes fixated on her every move. Their fur was matted and charred, their teeth sharp and glistening.

With a trembling hand, Emily reached into her bag and pulled out a talisman, passed down through generations. She chanted ancient incantations, her voice echoing through the abyss. The hell hounds recoiled, their ferocity momentarily subdued. It was a battle of wills, a fight for survival.

Chapter 5: The Final Sacrifice

As the battle raged on, Emily realized that defeating the hell hounds would require a sacrifice greater than she had ever imagined. She had to offer a part of herself, a piece of her soul, to seal the abyss forever. With a heavy heart, she made the ultimate decision.

In a blaze of light, Emily's sacrifice banished the hell hounds back to the depths of the underworld. The abyss closed, leaving no trace of its existence. Ravenswood was once again bathed in the warm glow of the sun, and the town breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Epilogue: The Lingering Shadows

Though the abyss was sealed, the memory of the hell hounds lingered in the hearts of the townsfolk. They knew that evil could never truly be eradicated, and that darkness would always find a way to seep through the cracks. But they also knew that as long as there were brave souls like Emily, willing to confront the horrors that lurked in the shadows, hope would never be extinguished.

And so, the legend of the abyss of hell hounds became a cautionary tale, a reminder that even in the face of unspeakable horrors, courage and determination could prevail. The town of Ravenswood would forever be marked by the abyss, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of darkness.

[o-i-w-u]

HELLO AGAIN,, sorry this took so long to answer i was procrastinating ngl </3

LBM - whatttt nooo she is a totally mentally stable person wdymmmmn!!! nothing is wrong with them!!! ( oh i will keep it coming. this stuff plagues me and i must spread the disease before i perish )

LKC - OH HECK YEAH!!! she needs friends,,, though she might be a little uh, stuck in her shell after some past events with someone close to them COUGGHH.

PBM - yeah!!! i actually kinda forgot about it up until recently to completely honest- but their designs are neat ( i think so atleast-) and having an unserious, silly thing to focus on is nice :3

SSaMLs - ohhh neat,,, ohhhhh i like that a lot ohhh,,,,

Quiet Throes - PUBBY!!!! THATS ADORABLE AGCHHH... THATS SO CUTEEEE ,,, COD I LOVE THAT SO MUCH ACTUALLY

Get in losers - ah yes, the classic interdemsional chaos withen the family,, WONDERFUL. also, i love that au name!

SaBA - yess yesss on the move therapy/interventions >:3

This is what you wanted : THEY'RE SO REAL FOR THAT ACTUALLY. butter/oil pasta is so unbelievably good some times you gotta admit!

Magical Girls - i just wanna say your choice and viarity in weapons in like. ALL of your stories is really cool!! very unique stuff :D

Ocean Currents - misunderstandings between human(noid)s and mers in fiction is always so cool to me,, like of course they wouldn't get it these are wildly different species after all!! heck yeah

TSaMT - :o!!! :0!!!!! oh thats so neat!!!!!! little spirit helpers!

TFBtC- thats a fun way to do it wough,, little bit of switcharoo action going on here

EIA??WTF - imcryinggwhat the fucj. is there context for this. i know the point is to not have context but fucking WHAT HSHAHAHSHHA

UT crossover - OOOO gnawing on snow's tail. as a treat. a little spice can't hurt, right?

RTC crossover - i have now clue what the context behind this but yeah i would probably like other clothes in i was in that situation too tbh

HA - FESTIVE!!!! FESTIVITIES!!!! FESTIVE BOIS!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHH

Withered hopes - yeah fair

O!bm - OVERLORD MENTION!!!! the hall of detah sounds awesome oh my,,, giving them some pretty throwing blades with wing motifs

BB - let them into eachothers cells they can be trusted :( bloodmoons are social animals they need their twin or else they might go apeshit and get dissolved :(

TCH - that sounds awesome i wanna live there whattt. massive chaotic household with plenty of funny (scary) bms to hang out with,, sounds like heaven tbh

Animal Rescue City - CUTE. need i say more

EAH crossover - AS HE SHOULD. normalize being a cozy little guy at all times

mystery - HECK YEAH THATS RARE.... good for them good for them

A Little Villainy - ill say it again THAT IS ADORABLE. its the thought that counts, even when the kitchen is on fire!

THANK YOU for sharing and listening to my ramble,, i will now sleep for six thousand years thanks for your timmeee mwah (/p)

I wish to know out of context lore

I have some myself if you’d be more inclined to a trade, any of my Bloodmoon— I mean- aus

Pretty please?

:3

*bats eyelashes*

HI!!! okay okay,,, hmmmm i mostly have them for lbm right now because ive been thinking about him the most so. whoopsies,,,,,,

lord bloodmoon au:

they make squeaks when scared/mad, its one of their tells (which ive mentioned before but never explained? the whole beetle thing makes them very vocal i suppose :) if i were to use this in a animation id end up using moth squeaks instead because sound bites of beetle sounds are very hard to come across pfft-)

she usually laughs a lot like eclipse, all deep n' sinister like, but he has a real laugh thats more of a snort in reality (mixed with the squeaks usually)! he doesn't like it very much and tries to cover it up, they haven't genuinely laughed in years.

the whole "permanent lunar eclipse thing" is more of an illusion than anything, a simple manifestation of a distent memory clawing to get out

^adding on to this, real eclipses do still occur, which usually would be a net postive for most bloodmoons, but not this one.

also a little jumpscare for you,, believe it or not, Lord bloodmoon is more of a lunar than a bloodmoon. he also.. hasnt met a single lunar i think???? i will elaborate later but for now this is all you get :3

lord kc au

THORN LISTENS TO WILL WOOD. THORN LISTENS TO WILL WOOD. THORN LISTENS TO WILL WO-

thorn is transfem which i dont think ive mentioned? for most of (if not all?) of the story, she's unaware of that though unfortunately

crimson is just a little guy,, a little fella even,,, they straight up dont remember anything before the "incident" so they're literally just a child if you couldn't tell HAHSG

kc has a full fucking bunker for her kids that they use like.... scarily often lmao

star is kinda just doing his own thing tbh. he doesn't actually interact with his siblings very often aside from when hes bored and wants to be a bit of an asshole FJSNBFBS

and LAST BUT NOT LEAST! popstar au

the bm twins regularly kill people in the alleyway behind the venue after concerts, and they get literally no backlash for it FHAHGD. their fans are fucking feral and will defend them all the way. also i mean what are you gonna throw two INSANELY popular animatronics in jail for killing people? yeah actually NO! our justice system isnt good enough for that!

the whole focus of this au is on the twins BUT!! the others are there too, and they all have their own careers/hobbies!

solar and lunar are poledancers (BECAUSE POLEDANCING IS COOL GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER)

also sun and moon were like indie rock i think??? maybe a bit of folk/forestcore for earth in there

AS FOR LORE TRADE,,,, im gonna be so honest i dont anything about know many of your aus? uhm uhm but id be up to learn!!!! share whatever you want!!!!

okayyy thank you have a good day :3

[sikikimdarjeelingtourism]

Choosing the Best Month for Your Sikkim Trip: Unveiling the Beauty of the Seasons

Sikkim, the crown jewel of the Northeastern Himalayas, beckons travelers with its breathtaking landscapes, vibrant culture, and serene monasteries. With each passing month, Sikkim adorns itself in a different hue, offering unique experiences to its visitors. Let's delve into the various seasons of Sikkim and discover the best month to embark on your Sikkim trip, considering the overall Sikkim tourism cost.

1. Spring (March to May) - The Season of Blossoms

Spring unveils Sikkim's alpine meadows in a vibrant burst of colors as the rhododendrons and wildflowers bloom. The temperatures are pleasant, ranging from 10°C to 20°C. Must-visit places during spring include:

Yumthang Valley: Witness the Valley of Flowers in full bloom.

Gangtok: Explore the Enchey Monastery and Do Drul Chorten amidst pleasant weather.

2. Summer (June to August) - The Refreshing Monsoon

The monsoon brings a refreshing charm to Sikkim, with intermittent showers cleansing the landscape. The temperatures range from 15°C to 25°C. Must-visit places during the monsoon include:

Pelling: Marvel at the glistening Kanchenjunga and the Khecheopalri Lake.

Namchi: Experience tranquility at the Char Dham and the Samdruptse Monastery.

3. Autumn (September to November) - The Season of Festivals

Autumn offers clear skies, making it ideal for stunning mountain views. The temperatures vary from 10°C to 20°C. Must-visit places during autumn include:

Ravangla: Embrace spirituality at the Buddha Park and the Ralong Monastery.

Tsomgo Lake: Admire the pristine beauty of the high-altitude lake.

4. Winter (December to February) - The Magical Snowfall

Winter brings a magical allure to Sikkim as snow blankets its higher regions. The temperatures range from 0°C to 15°C. Must-visit places during winter include:

Lachung: Experience a winter wonderland amidst snow-capped mountains.

Gurudongmar Lake: Witness the frozen beauty of the lake.

Sikkim Tourism Cost:

The overall cost of a Sikkim trip depends on various factors such as accommodation, transportation, sightseeing, and the number of days. On average, a 5 to 7-day Sikkim tour package may range from 25000 to 30000 per person, excluding airfare.

Conclusion:

Each season in Sikkim has its own charm, making it a year-round destination. If you prefer blossoms and mild weather, spring is the best time. For monsoon lovers, the refreshing showers in summer are captivating. Autumn brings clear skies and festive celebrations, while winter offers the enchantment of snowfall. Considering the Sikkim tourism cost, plan your trip with sikkimdarjeelingtourism according to your preferences and embark on a memorable journey to this picturesque Himalayan paradise.

[hotellemeadows]

Best Hotel in Pipalkoti: Your Ultimate Guide to an Enchanting Stay

Description: Discover the best hotel in Pipalkoti for an enchanting and unforgettable stay in this picturesque town. Find comprehensive information on the top hotels, amenities, local attractions, and tips for a memorable vacation.

Introduction: Exploring the Charm of Pipalkoti

Nestled in the breathtaking Garhwal Himalayas of Uttarakhand, Pipalkoti is a hidden gem that offers a serene and peaceful retreat for travelers seeking solace amidst nature's beauty. With its awe-inspiring landscapes, lush green valleys, and glistening rivers, Pipalkoti has emerged as a popular destination for nature lovers and adventure enthusiasts alike. When planning your trip to this mesmerizing town, choosing a good hotel in Pipalkoti is crucial to ensure a comfortable and enjoyable experience. In this article, we present a comprehensive guide to help you find the best hotel in Pipalkoti and make the most of your stay.

Best Hotel in Pipalkoti: Finding Your Ideal Accommodation

Pipalkoti boasts a wide range of hotels, resorts, and lodges, each offering a unique experience to guests. Finding the best hotel that suits your preferences and requirements can make a significant difference in your overall travel experience. Let's explore the factors to consider when choosing the ideal accommodation:

1. Location, Location, Location!

The first and foremost aspect to consider is the hotel's location. Whether you want a hotel close to the town center for easy access to amenities or prefer a secluded retreat amid nature, Pipalkoti has options to cater to all preferences. If you're looking for the best hotel near Badrinath Temple, choose a hotel that offers convenient access to this revered pilgrimage site.

2. Luxurious Amenities for a Relaxing Stay

Indulge yourself in the lap of luxury with hotels that offer premium amenities such as spa facilities, wellness centers, Jacuzzis, and well-appointed rooms. For those seeking the best economical hotel in Pipalkoti, look for accommodations that provide a comfortable stay without compromising on essential facilities.

3. Dining Options: Savoring Local Flavors

Experience the diverse flavors of Pipalkoti by choosing hotels with on-site restaurants that serve authentic Garhwali cuisine and other delightful delicacies. Don't miss the opportunity to relish local dishes prepared with fresh, locally-sourced ingredients.

4. Adventure and Excursion Facilities

For adventure enthusiasts, select hotels that provide adventure and excursion packages, including trekking, river rafting, and camping. Explore the thrilling side of Pipalkoti and create unforgettable memories.

5. Budget-Friendly Stays

Traveling on a budget? Fear not! Pipalkoti has a range of hotels that offer a good balance of comfort and affordability. Enjoy a delightful stay without breaking the bank.

Exploring Pipalkoti: Must-Visit Attractions

Pipalkoti is a paradise for travelers seeking natural beauty and spiritual experiences. Here are some must-visit attractions that will leave you spellbound:

6. Badrinath Temple: A Spiritual Haven

A journey to Pipalkoti would be incomplete without a visit to the revered Badrinath Temple, one of the Char Dham pilgrimage sites. Embrace the spiritual aura and seek blessings at this sacred temple dedicated to Lord Vishnu.

7. Valley of Flowers: Nature's Extravaganza

Embark on a picturesque trek to the Valley of Flowers National Park, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Witness a vibrant carpet of blooming flowers and rare Himalayan flora, an ethereal sight that will stay etched in your memory forever.

8. Hemkund Sahib: A Trekker's Delight

For the adventurous souls, a trek to Hemkund Sahib, a Sikh pilgrimage site, is a must. Situated at an altitude of 4,632 meters, this serene lake surrounded by seven snow-capped peaks offers a spiritually uplifting experience.

9. Auli: The Skiing Destination

If you're visiting during winters, head to Auli, a popular skiing destination. The snow-covered slopes and panoramic vistas make it an idyllic place for winter sports enthusiasts.

10. Nanda Devi National Park: Wildlife Encounter

Experience the rich biodiversity of the Himalayan region at Nanda Devi National Park. Spot exotic wildlife like snow leopards, musk deer, and Himalayan monals amidst the pristine wilderness.

The Unparalleled Hospitality: What Sets Pipalkoti Hotels Apart

11. Warm and Hospitable Staff

The best hotels in Pipalkoti pride themselves on their warm and hospitable staff, ever-ready to cater to your needs. Experience the essence of Garhwali hospitality as you are welcomed with open arms.

12. Breathtaking Views from Room Windows

Waking up to the mesmerizing views of the Himalayas from your hotel room is an experience like no other. Choose hotels that offer rooms with picturesque windows that open up to nature's beauty.

13. Cultural Experiences and Folk Entertainment

Immerse yourself in the local culture and traditions with hotels that organize cultural evenings and folk entertainment performances. Enjoy traditional Garhwali dances and music for an authentic experience.

14. Bonfires Under Starlit Skies

On chilly nights, gather around bonfires under the starlit skies and indulge in heartwarming conversations with fellow travelers. These moments of camaraderie make your stay all the more memorable.

15. Guided Nature Walks

Hotels in Pipalkoti often arrange guided nature walks, allowing you to explore the surrounding beauty under the guidance of experienced locals. Learn about the flora, fauna, and local legends during these enlightening walks.

FAQ's

Q: When is the best time to visit Pipalkoti?

A: The best time to visit Pipalkoti is during the summer months, from April to June, when the weather is pleasant and ideal for sightseeing and outdoor activities. Alternatively, you can visit during the winter months, from October to March, to witness snowfall and enjoy winter sports in Auli.

Q: Is it necessary to pre-book hotels in Pipalkoti?

A: It is advisable to pre-book hotels, especially during peak tourist seasons, to ensure availability and secure the best deals. However, some hotels do accommodate walk-in guests based on availability.

Q: Are there ATMs and medical facilities available in Pipalkoti?

A: Yes, there are ATMs available in Pipalkoti. Additionally, you can find medical facilities and pharmacies to cater to any healthcare needs.

Q: Can I indulge in adventure activities in Pipalkoti?

A: Absolutely! Pipalkoti offers a plethora of adventure activities, including trekking, camping, river rafting, and skiing in nearby Auli during winters.

Q: Are there vegetarian food options available in Pipalkoti hotels?

A: Yes, most hotels in Pipalkoti offer vegetarian food options. Additionally, you can find local eateries that serve delicious Garhwali vegetarian cuisine.

[ruiniel]

Hello! I really like your Akucard x reader Story ("Another Way") Is it possible to request an AU where Reader was teleported into the Castlevania universe infront of the castle instead? Obviously a small Story or just headcanons would be fine :)

Love to hear it! 'Another way' has become close to my heart. Oh my dear anon… I wish I could tell you something, but alas I cannot without spoilering that story to hell and back. 

However! Here’s a take per your request. A oneshot for now, not sure if there’ll be any interest for more. Had fun writing it though. Changed the location a bit.

Castlevania series fanfiction request 2/3 for this post

All those who wander

Fandom: Castlevania series

Characters: Alucard, Reader

Rating: T

Count: 1.2K

Tags: GN reader, it’s some more isekai folks, depiction of violence, of course they’ll meet a certain someone etc no surprises there, oneshot

Summary: There’s no possible explanation for the absolute unreality of what is happening. You woke up sprawled on the ground in a place foreign to you — which, as you’ll find, does not even begin to cut it. 

You have a headache. No, a maelstrom churns between your ears, which are also buzzing like angry swarms of bees. Your vision sways still, and you blink several times, bones and muscles aching to get a grip. The last you recall is the tall antique mirror you were studying in the art museum and its glistening silver surface, blurring like ripples in a still lake, the fiery rune-like writings that made you drop your notebook and your jaw, and then.

Falling. Falling forever, unable to move or speak or see, as though trapped in a prolonged sleep paralysis before all dimmed and you woke up here: still alive, still in one piece. Apparently.

There’s dirt beneath your knees; dirt and rocks, sharp little stones that tore through your jeans and cut rather deeply into the skin. You bring a hand to your heavy, heavy head, which feels like a boulder weighing on your shoulders.

Rising proves difficult, but finally you manage. Why is there dirt?

Why are you outside—

Your head is spinning so you must lean against a tree, but there’s the double take:

A tree?! 

Like a heavy wave, everything crashes upon your conscious mind, an awful clarity that only breeds more confusion.

You were inside. Now, you are not. Looking around, you see more trees — a forest’s worth, actually. But it must be a park of some kind, yet the rich underbrush and dense foliage carve some doubt into that assumption.

Did you faint? You were never prone to such a thing. Did someone carry you here?

But who? You were the last person at the museum (as far as you know), preparing to lock up before a glint in that mirror caught your attention. Your mentor had already left for the day after discussing your assignment.

Panic grips you as with sluggish movements you turn, wincing — the gash in your knee has bled a large stain through the material, the pain so intense you can best manage a dragging limp, and your left elbow is in a similar shabby state. Your hip hurts like hell.

One thing’s apparent: you quite literally do not know where you are or how you got here. It’s around midday by the looks of it, the skies beyond the crowns of trees tinged with pale blue, decked with white plush clouds.

Home, I have to get home ASAP. Apart from the damage to your leg and elbow and your aching hip, the rest of you feels whole. You consider calling your friend Kee to come pick you up, a thought which summons another revelation — your bag. You had it strapped over your shoulder and your frantic eyes dart everywhere, finding it a few steps away, lying among fallen leaves with its contents strewn around it.

You pick up the phone first, which is at ninety percent battery. Good enough, but.

“No signal… wonderful.” You tip your head up to the skies and groan, wondering what exactly you’ve done so very wrong to bring whatever this is upon yourself.

Bending with difficulty you retrieve the other scant belongings scattered on the ground: headphones, a charger, a small pouch with toiletries, a pack of paper tissues, a bottle of hand sanitizer gel, a ballpoint pen, your card holder wallet and a plastic bottle with water, half empty.

With nothing else to do and thinking it’s better to keep moving than just sit here, wondering and worrying, you walk.

“Some park…” you murmur, passing majestic trees that must be centuries old judging by their voluminous trunks, but you see no streetlights, no clear paths and no signs anywhere.

Despite this, there are signs of life: everything vibrates around you. The wind in the trees, the song of birds and a flutter of wings here and there. The rummaging beneath the drying red-brown leaves. All seems rather normal, and you haven’t been out in nature for so long, but you still feel… you can’t even name it. Disjointed? As though being cut off from something, though you haven’t the slightest idea what.

The gurgle of water soon reaches you and as you brush the foliage aside to get closer you’re met with another sight: a stream, its waters flowing crystal clear.

Somewhat relieved, you near the bank, whimpering as you lower yourself to the ground and try not to slip over the large stones. You do not know how clean the water is by the standards you're used to, but you can see the riverbed through it, and it’s as good as anything else you might find, so, you take out a paper tissue, wetting it and trying to clean the area around the wound to your knee.

It’s painstaking work because the damn thing throbs, and from time to time you look around, taking stock of your surroundings. 

You don’t expect to see anyone, but as you sit back on a larger boulder and lift your head, you discover how wrong you were.

On the opposite bank, is a person. A tall, slim man by the looks of it, fair-haired, holding a wicker basket. He’s standing there, eerily, watching you in silence with an impassive mien, and you’re not sure whether to feel relieved or worried.

“Hey, hello?” you call out. “Do you live around here? I’m lost, and,” you point at your knee, smiling ruefully, “have a bit of a problem here.”

No reaction. He just. Stares. He tilts his head to one side, an eyebrow raised. 

“Wonder if you have a phone I could use? Mine has no signal, uh,” you add, and it’s then you gather something your brain hadn’t processed at first glance: you see something hanging on his hip, something which looks terribly familiar yet makes no sense: it looks like a sword.

“Er, don’t you live here?” you say as he frowns, and primal, relentless fear grips you as he draws his — much too long — sword from its scabbard. A scabbard.

Do you have a nut to contend with here? “Listen, I didn’t mean to trespass. I apologize if this is your, uh, territory?” you babble on, your brain already firing alarm signals through your body as you slide back on your arms, trying to rise.

You gasp when he rushes forward, towards you. Your mind can’t comprehend the speed or the reason; you cover your face with your arms and a sharp cry of surprise tears itself from your throat, scattering the birds away from the surrounding trees.

One breath, two.

You open your eyes. You’re still alive, and fight or flight has wired your body so tense you scamper to your feet forgetting all about the pain, turning to flee—

Only to see him. That’s one. Two: he apparently went around you? Three: green-black sludge oozes from his blade, and it stinks to high heaven. Four: there’s something struggling at his feet.

Something is the only term you can think of, because the thing looks like nothing, nothing you’ve seen before. Glowing eyes — at least six of them. Your heartbeat rages. A furry hide, the sharpest saber-tooth-tiger fangs you’ve ever seen; and, it looks humanoid, two legs, four… four arms?!

“What the—” despite yourself you near but those are the only words you manage before the world is swiped from under your feet; an inhuman growl freezes your heart, and agony sears through your leg as something burns around your ankle.

The last you see is the stranger, a flash of long, pale-gold hair, the cruel gleam of silver. Your vision blurs, shatters like glass, and oblivion takes hold.

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WOW HEY HAVE THIS JARRING EMOTIONAL SHIFT.

because

It's Time

For The Shirtless Beach Scene

Right After The Super Emotional Scene Where We Last See Iceman Alive

this is. a choice. for sure.

A bunch of shirtless, very fit, literally glistening men and women doesn't do it for me in the same way it's clearly doing it for Penny (Maverick clearly testing her resolve on the whole "lets not get back together" thing)

But I do very much enjoy the camaraderie here. Maverick's literally taking them out for recess so they can try to be friends, it's Adorable

The way everything slows down when Bradley relents and helps Maverick get back up when he gets knocked down is fucking compelling. cinematography™. you can see where the maverick/rooster people get their ideas, is all.

Also, just realizing, that's kind of neat subtle foreshadowing to what happens in the climax, when Maverick gets shot down and Rooster makes the surprising choice to go after him and help. love it

Most adorable people in this scene, ranked:

1. Rooster, with that fucking full-body wiggle, and the face he makes when he hoists bob up on his shoulders in victory

2. Bob, scoring a winning touchdown and being hoisted up on Rooster's shoulders in victory

3. Maverick, clearly very proud of himself for the way his aviators are acting like they like each other now

4. Penny, biting at that pen and deciding, fuck it, he's shirtless and sweaty and brought a bunch of extra eye candy with him to show off for me. Might as well.

The way Maverick is amused when it seems like Penny is going to hold off, and then almost...scared? When she leaves the door open to come in, clearly ready to give him another shot? So good.

Other things I like about this scene:

They have sex but that's also clearly the least important thing happening here. There aren't even any lingering objectifying shots of the people involved; both, frankly, very attractive!

Nope. the thing they linger on is the laughter and the physical and emotional closeness, after the fact. THAT'S the important part. it's that they know each other, that they deeply care about each other. And they're both open about the thing most important to them, namely, their kids! Sharing parenting advice as pillow talk is so fucking sweet.

Things I think are bullshit:

1. anyone blaming Carole for Maverick pulling Bradley's application to the Naval Academy—that was his choice to make, and he made it, and he decided to do it. i know narratively we're supposed to want to blame her, the fridged woman who can no longer defend herself, but i reject that premise and blame the person who actually did it, instead

2. Maverick claiming Bradley wasn't ready and that's why he pulled his papers? Also bullshit! Just, not true.

What I think is that Maverick didn't want Bradley going into the navy for his own reasons. The whole mess has a lot more to do with Maverick not being ready, than Bradley. Could just be garden variety fear for his son's life. But sometimes I wonder if it has to do with his own deep-seated animosity towards the Navy, which killed his father and demonized him, and did its best to reject maverick himself at every turn, and killed his best friend, too. Also, you know, all the violence and death he must have seen as someone who was on active duty through both wars in Iraq and the one in Afghanistan. So I wonder if, deep down, Maverick knows exactly what the Navy will do to Bradley and wants more for his son than the kind of life he himself had to lead.

Obviously there are things he likes about it, loves about it, or he wouldn't stay. But there has to be some resentment in there, too. It's just a matter of how powerful you think it is.

Penny clearly has a little regression, here, trying to sneak Maverick out her bedroom window, lol. I wonder if she's known him long enough that they did this at the more traditional age, too.

The whole sequence is just very Lorelai Gilmore of her, which is its own kind of charming, but also very indicative of the kind of person Penny has been for most of her life. The kind of person who convinces pilots serving under her navy admiral father to steal multi-million-dollar military equipment to go for a joyride, btw, in case that wasn't clear.

"I'm never going to leave you again," Maverick says, and clearly means it in the moment, which is why Penny is so impacted by it.

But on a less charitable note...I wonder if Maverick has ever said it to her before, and meant it, and left her anyway. That's got to hurt. That's got to be messy. And you could just imagine that it was the Navy deploying him away from her, or even Maverick provoking his superiors into deploying him away from her, but idk. She grew up as a navy brat, that's got to be familiar if nothing else. I think maybe he's left her in other, worse ways before, after promising his his soulful eyes that he'll never leave her again.

....wow, sleeping with him probably really was a bad decision. oof.

Hopefully being forcibly retired changes who Maverick has been as a person for his entire life?

............wow. hmm. yeah maybe they don't work it out post-film.

Amelia catching Maverick trying to sneak out could be funny, but instead it's heartbreaking, because she's had to wittiness their whole shit-show before, which is a lot for a kid to have to handle.

alright. top gun maverick re-watch liveblog time

block 'liveblog' if you don't want it all over your dash for the next few hours <3