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psuedosugu · 10 months ago

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You know something I've noticed? Yeah, Nifty is your typical yandere but can we talk about Vox? You technically don't even have to request him as a yandere unless you want it to be romanticized toward you and/or further explored because according to ALL of the recent regular Vox x readers (and the show itself), he clearly has many traits of one especially toward Alastor. He acts like a toxic, jealous ex 😂 He cyberstalks people for one, he's manipulative, insecure (this is where possessiveness and jealousy tends to stem from), doesn't take rejection well as we heard from Al, is capable of being obsessed with someone, and an overall control freak. He wants to keep the Vees' image and everything looking perfect. Imagine this guy being attached to you. An absolute nightmare. Never any privacy, eyes and ears everywhere, can teleport with or without a screen, blackmail is 100% on the table as well as other tactics, and constant validation for him whether your relationship is forced or not. What sucks about the last part is that it's a double-edged sword. If you fuel his ego, he's enabled but if you don't give him enough attention, he'll try harder and tighten his hold on you. So while Val absolutely horrible, it's like you can never win with Vox. Not when you don't have equal power and he's stated to be very strong. Especially these days, tech is an absolute must since even jobs heavily rely on it. Life and the afterlife here is much harder without a smartphone. He's literally a TV. He wants to be watched and noticed.

So he'll get it.

exactly brooo

cw: themes of manipulation, blackmail, and toxic, controlling relationships.

gender neutral

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

ੈ✧̣̇ || honestly atp he’s practically a canon yandere.

ੈ✧̣̇ || i kinda talked about this before but i feel like he would manipulate reader into thinking that they need him when its the other way around

ੈ✧̣̇ || as u said, he’s insecure as hell and he needs someone to boost his ego and make him look superior

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also needs some source of stability in his (after) life which is where you come in.

ੈ✧̣̇ || hed also never let things go or get over you.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he started beef with a dude that he hadn’t seen in 7 whole years, for gods sake 😭

ੈ✧̣̇ || bro will start fights over things that happened months ago and are over now done with

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also craves control, not only will he spy on you through your electronics but he’ll also try and control other things that he has no business controlling like what you wear, who you talk to, ect.

ੈ✧̣̇ || if you mention your concerns about it he’ll try and back off, but hes just so paranoid that something will happen to you even though he knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he needs to feel like he’s needed.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he also exerts his control by threatening you with blackmail, wether it be secrets that you told him or pictures.

ੈ✧̣̇ || not like you don’t have a fair amount of dirt on him too, though.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he’d definitely fight a bitch for you, if you’re getting threatened, stalked, and/or harassed by someone (that isnt him ofc) said person better prepare for his wrath.

ੈ✧̣̇ || hes a whiny ass bitch which is either annoying or hot depending on who you ask and what the context is.

ੈ✧̣̇ || its also kind of confusing how he acts, he’ll be practically ignoring you one second and begging for your attention the next.

ੈ✧̣̇ || another reason why he’s so scared of you leaving is because of how vulnerable he’s been to you.

ੈ✧̣̇ || he’s told you things that he’s never told anyone, shown parts of him that no one has ever seen, and the thought of what you could do with this info if you ever were to turn on him makes him feel sick to the stomach.

ੈ✧̣̇ || despite how it feels sometimes he really does care about and love you, he just has an unhealthy mindset when it comes to love.

ੈ✧̣̇ || perhaps you should stay around (not like u rlly have a choice), teach him how to love someone properly. you wont regret it :)

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writersblog20 · 2 years ago

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Comfort person

Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: Today was not a good day, completely the opposite actually but yet in all your horrible days, Pedro seemed to stick by your side, not helping the case with your on going crush on the daddy of the internet but when nightmares took over your night, you saw no other option than to knock on Pedro’s door for comfort.

Warnings: mention of death of a loved one (godfather in this case), mention of sleeping pills, mention of anxiety, mention of a panic attack, nightmares, You being the rock of the family, heated kiss and a lot of fluff

Words: 3,4K

A/N: repost because Tumblr decided to be a little bitch and test my last goddamn nerve💀

Comfort person

You and Pedro became close friends when you met at a friends party. You both hit it off great and well you had a crush at the older man before you even met him but now…. God you were completely in love and there was no stopping it. Never ever, did you think Pedro liked you back in that same way. I mean, he was a bit older, had more experience in well, everything in live and you didn’t. Yeah you had an old soul and been through a whole lot of shit which made you mentally, a bit older and you’ve never really acted your age but still.

Pedro was shooting the last of us and stayed over at your place since it was closer to work and he didn’t have to stay in a hotel. You didn’t have to think twice when you offered up a room in your cozy, little home but you did not thought this through. You were seeing Pedro a lot, obviously but that didn’t help your case called: Being utterly in love with the daddy of the internet. For the love of god why did you think this was going to be a good idea?

Today was a tough day. Well make it a though 3 weeks at this point because what the fuck?! You had trouble with your teacher, exams, and a whole lot of last minute changes because your teachers couldn’t communicate and a whole lot more but you get the deal. You were stressed, frustrated and exhausted and to top it all off, today marked the 2 year anniversary of your godfathers dead. You never had a father but when he became your godfather, he tried to fix everything your father had ruined and broken. He was the closest thing you had to a father and now he was gone. He had spent 2 years being your godfather and you whished you had more time with him.

So you came home from your studies, Pedro in the kitchen getting dinner ready when you walked in. He looked at you and the moment he saw you, a big smile appeared on his face. “Hey sweetheart” Pedro greeted you with a lot of joy but could see that you were going through a rough day. He opened his arms up for you and pulled you in a hug, which you gladly accepted, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding his pink sweater tightly while your rested your head against his chest. Pedro placed his hand on your head for comfort and pulled you closer to his body as he placed a kiss on your head.

“Tough day huh?” he murmured in your hair, making you nod. “You’re here now sweetheart. This day is almost over and in two days, you have a break and we’ll only do fun things and rest. I promise you.” you felt comforted by Pedro’s words as usual. Pedro always was able to comfort you like no one else could. Like everything would be okay as long as he was around. Pedro let you hold him as long as you needed to. You could feel him move while you clanged to him. You heard some glasses clink together and you assumed he was opening up a wine bottle.

One arm was still around you, holding you against his body and the other was trying to pour the wine in the glasses. You chuckled a little at the struggle Pedro was having with the wine while he didn’t want to let go off you. You got out of the hug making Pedro frown a bit but smiled while he saw you chuckle.

He handed you the wine glass with a generous amount of wine in it. “I have to go to my family tonight.” You mentioned and Pedro leaned against the kitchen counter with a sad look in his eyes. “I’ll go with you, sweetheart.” You felt your heart fill up with love and comfort but shook your head. “You don’t have to do that P.” this time it was Pedro’s turn to shake his head. “No, I want to. I want to be there for you. You don’t have to do this alone anymore.” He told you and pushed his body off the counter and walked to you as he wrapped his arms around you again. “Thank you, P.” Pedro kissed your head in response.

~Time skip~

After dinner you quickly changed and went with Pedro to your family. You knew that it was going to be tough because your godmother had a very tough time and you promised your godfather that if the time would come that you would take care of them. You just didn’t know the time would come so soon but you kept your promise to him. So you straightened your back, took a deep breath, pushed your emotions aside for a moment and walked in. It wasn’t the first time that your godmother broke down in front of you and her daughter. It was tough because you felt torn apart by the pain but you promised to be strong for them. To be that shoulder and rock but it was tough. So today was no difference. Pedro watched you bubble up all the emotions while your godmother clang to you.

Pedro could feel the weight on your shoulders and the pain in your heart as it chocked him up. He could see the tears gathering in your eyes but being pushed away so you could be the strong one of the family.

Once you were in the car, it was silent. Pedro didn’t know what to say so he just held your hand while he drove off. You were always quite after something like this. IT just drained all your energy and you felt shitty as fuck to say the least. You couldn’t wait to get home, take a sleeping pill, relax and go to bed early so you wouldn’t have to deal with this day anymore.

You and Pedro walked through the front door and you made your way in the kitchen to make some tea and take your meds. Pedro followed behind you softly. “Thank you for coming with me P.” Pedro smiled softly but sadness lingered over his features. “Always sweetheart.” Pedro slowly walked up to you and pulled you in a hug. “Let me take care of you how you took care of them now. You did great but it’s okay now. You don’t have to be strong anymore princess.” You were too exhausted to even cry while the weight on your heart grew stronger. “it’s not healthy bubbling it up like this, mi amada”

“I know. I’m just exhausted right now.” You told him tiredly. Pedro cupped your cheeks lovingly and looked at you. Softness glazed over his eyes and features. “I can imagine sweetheart.” He told you before placing a long, lingering kiss on your forehead. You let out a sigh. “Can we watch a movie?” you asked Pedro who smiled lovingly at you. “We can do whatever you want to, mi corazon.”

Pedro made the tea while you took your meds. You quickly run upstairs to get in the most comfortable outfit ever. You had a very, like very big fluffy sweater type thing and it was great to hide in it, so it was perfect for now. You walked downstairs, seeing Pedro already on the couch. Pedro smiled as he saw you in the fluffy sweater. A look like his heart was going to burst from cuteness.

You plopped on the couch next to Pedro, who had his arm resting on the leaning of the couch so you leaned as close against Pedro’s side. He handed you the remote and you chose a movie. Pedro went with his fingertips over your sculp, comforting you. As time went by, you leaned more and more against Pedro before deciding to rest your head on his lap. Pedro’s attention went to you as you got away from his side. He looked at what you were planning to do and the moment he saw you laying down on his lap, his heart filled itself with so much love that he thought he was going to lose it. He grabbed a blanket that was behind him and placed it over your body. His hand resting on your arm and softly rubbed your arm while the other was still in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You didn’t remember when your eyes closed but you woke up by the slight shift from Pedro. You opened your eyes and saw that Pedro was looking at you. “I’m sorry I woke you up princess. I wasn’t sure if you were sleeping or not.” Pedro told you softly as he went over your hair. You let out a groan as you sat up, your neck and back hurting.

Pedro’s hand was on your back softly rubbing it. “It’s okay, I should go to bed anyways.” You told him with a tired smile. Pedro kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight sweetheart. And you know it! if there’s something, anything at all, you come to me and wake me up alright mama?” he told you a bit stern but still with love. You smiled at his caring side that you loved so much and not to forget about the nickname. “I promise. Goodnight P.” you told him as you stood up. “Goodnight princessa.”

You got upstairs and freshened up. You wore some shorts, a shirt from Pedro that you might’ve stolen or not and laid down in bed You scrolled a bit through your phone, watching some Youtube videos and just like before, you didn’t know when your eyes closed as you fell into a deep sleep.

Pedro tried to walk silently upstairs until he saw some light from underneath your door. He frowned a bit, worried that you couldn’t sleep or that you felt bad after today so he softly knocked on your door but didn’t hear a response from you. So he tried again “Sweetheart? You up?” he asked you but not too hard for if you were in fact asleep, that you wouldn’t wake up. Pedro carefully opened your door slightly and peeked inside, seeing you completely knocked out with your headphones in, Youtube still playing in the background and your lamp besides your bed table still on. He smiled lovingly and walked inside of your room, very carefully taking your headphones out of your ears and placed them on the bedtable. He took your phone and put it in the charger besides your earphones. He got the covers, pulling them up a bit and softly tucked you in. He kissed your head and put your light out and silently walked out of your room, closing the door carefully behind him.

~time skip~

You woke up, half in a panic as you looked around you confused. You had a terrible, really horrible nightmare. You didn’t remember putting your nightlight out or putting your phone away etc. It clicked in your head that it must’ve been Pedro, making you smile in yourself. You really wanted to go to him and let him hold you, protect you from anymore nightmares if they’d come back. You felt your heart thumping against your chest as you fell back down with a sigh as you rubbed your face. You stared at your ceiling until you had enough and got out of bed. Your muscles ached, probably from tensing them so much in your sleep.

You groaned, getting up. All of a sudden, fear and anxiety started engulfing you and before there could be a panic attack, you quickly exited your room. Your feet softly shuffling at your wooden floor as you got closer to Pedro’s door. You know what he said but still something inside of you, really did not want to wake him up but you knew that if you didn’t, you would have a full blown panic attack. Besides, Pedro would whoop your ass if he found out and that you didn’t wake him. You softly knocked on his door and unknowingly held your breath. You didn’t hear anything and you didn’t really know what to do so you carefully opened the door.

Pedro laid on his side with his back to the door. “P?” you whispered as not to startle him but loud enough to wake you. He stirred a bit in his sleep and turned on his other side, now facing you but didn’t fully wake up so you tried again. “P?” but still no reaction. You shifted on your feet, getting nervous and not knowing what to do next. You looked at the empty side of the bed. Fuck it, you cursed out in your head and softly walked to the empty side of the bed.

You held out the covers slightly and got in next to him. Pedro opened his eyes from the sudden movement on his bed. He saw that you were wearing his shirt and he got a grin on his face. “I was looking for that shirt.” Pedro said, his voice raspy from sleep. You quickly looked at Pedro. “I’m sorry.” You said sheepishly, seeing the smirk on Pedro’s face, made you feel flustered yet relieved that he found it amusing. You laid down on your side, facing Pedro. You both stared at each other for a moment.

“You okay?” he asked you in a whisper. The love that coated those two words and his big brown cow eyes made your heart skip a couple of beats. “Had a bad nightmare.” Pedro nodded and gave you a sad smile. “I’m glad you came to me.” you felt flustered and shy but proudness also washed over you while you couldn’t do anything to hide the shy smile that covered your face. “Come here sweetheart.” He told you and opened the covers more so you could move towards him, which you gladly did. Your body was tightly against his, your arm tucked underneath your chin, like those dinosaur hands while Pedro’s arms were tightly wrapped around you. Your head was tucked underneath his chin and for the first time, in like forever you felt genuinely safe and secure.

You held the shirt that he was wearing, tightly in your hands, making a fist. The way Pedro’s hands softly rubbed your back and held your head, made the butterflies multiple in your stomach. “Try to get some more sleep, mi corazol. I’ll be right here.” He whispered in your ear. You already had your eyes closed, completely relaxing underneath his touch. You moved a bit, trying to get even closer to Pedro. You listened to his heartbeat and heard it thumping violently against his chest. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at Pedro, making him look at you as well.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he finally asked when he saw your awaiting look, making him confused. His eyebrows knitted a bit together, trying to read your mind. You shook your head softly and wanted to rest your head again but Pedro put his finger underneath your chin, making you look up at him. “You know you can tell me right?” he asked you softly again. You nodded and played with his shirt that he wore. “It’s just, your heart is beating very fast.” You tried to say as softly as you could, hoping that he didn’t hear you but he did.

Pedro chuckled nervously. “Eh yeah… You kind off have that effect on me��” this time his voice was in a whisper. You looked up real quick and you felt his heart absolutely going insane underneath your touch. You were so starstruck, your body moving on its own right now. You got his hand and placed it on your shirt, exactly where your heart was. It was beating just as fast as his, if not faster. His hand was flat on your chest with your hand above his and now you saw how big his hand was. “You kinda have that effect on me as well.” you whispered, scared that if you spoke too loud that you would break the intimate moment.

Pedro’s hand that rested on your chest slowly went up to your neck, towards your cheek, letting it rest there. His thumb softly rubbing on your soft skin. “Are you sure?” he asked you, not sure if you were on the same page. “Very much so.” Pedro softly nodded and lowered his head so he could rest his forehead against yours. Both of your breaths shaky right now from the close proximity. You placed your hand on his again and held it, bringing it to your lips, softly kissing his hand. Pedro was in a complete trance, completely focused on you and his hand.

You let go of his hand and went through his bed hair and let your hand rest on his cheek, your palm tickling from his stubbles. Pedro’s eyes big, intently looking at you before he rested his forehead against yours again. He carefully wrapped his hand around your wrist that still cupped his cheek. You heard Pedro let out a shaky breath “Fuck” he cursed out and placed his lips against yours. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later but it still took you by surprise. Your heart almost beating out of your chest when you felt his tongue against your lips.

Both of your breath still shaky as you let him take control. He rolled you on your back and carefully laid his weight down on you as he continued kissing you. Your hands went though his hair, tucking it a bit. Pedro rested his hand on your hip and the other on your cheek again. You took his shirt in your hand again and pulled him more down on you. The kiss started to slow down and Pedro pecked your lips before pulling back, his thumb softly rubbing on your cheek. “I really do like you, mi amor.” He told you as you looked into each other’s eyes. This time you wrapped your small hand around his wrist. You turned your head towards his hand and softly placed a kiss on his wrist. “I really, really like you too P. I’m… I’m actually in love with you.” you admitted, feeling completely flustered, shy and nervous.

Pedro got a wide smile. “Good, cause I am too.” He told you and kissed you again passionately. You felt Pedro sigh in the kiss and so did you. He broke away again before it could get too heated. Not that he didn’t want to, but everything on its own time and god did he wanted to take his time with you.

Pedro kissed your nose, cheek and forehead before he laid down on his back. You scooped closer to him when he held out his arm for you to lay in. Nothing else was said, it wasn’t necessary either as you just cuddled with each other. Pedro kept cuddling you until you finally fell into a peaceful sleep. He made sure that you fell asleep first before he would even think about closing his own. But he didn’t want to sleep, he just wanted to stay in this exact moment and watch over you but he was bound to lose that fight eventually and he fell asleep, just like you in a peaceful sleep.

There was only one reason why you finally fell asleep peacefully and that was because of Pedro. No one, ever had made you feel this safe and secure in your entire life. Not even your mom was able to do so but Pedro…? He just did it, he had that effect on you and that’s how you knew he was the one.

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derangedanomaly · 10 months ago

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been seeing a lot of sanses x reader, so how about something different.

What if the bad sanses and y/n only see eachother as best friends. Like the whole group watch horror movies and give eachother cuddles platonically. The whole group is involved and each person gets along with everyone because Y/N helped with the arguing problems?

So: Y/N sees everyone as a friend, and the Bad sanses see y/n as a friend.

YES! I love this request! (I've had a little too much fun with this 💀) sorry if it's not like how you imagined it, I just played with this idea a bit. It's not every day you see a platonic request.

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READER BEING THE BAD SANSES BEST FRIEND (PLATONIC)

(Nightmare, Dust, Killer, Horror, Error)

Safe to say that you were truly in one hell of a ride. Everyday was a rollercoaster with the Bad Sanses. Let's go over some moments together, shall we?

1# The Coffee machine

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

You jolted up awake at the sound of arguing from downstairs. Looks like the boys were roundhousing again..

You groaned as you made your way down the stairs. "Guys? What-" your eyes widened as you saw a chair barely missing your face. Dust turned to you in alarm. "Oh my god.. What are you doing standing there!? Help us!" You blinked when you heard those words, but had no time to say anything as you were pulled by Killer. "OK! OK! Y/N. This is really bad.." you looked at Killer tiredly. "Killer. What did you do?!" Killer flashed you a shocked look, dramatically gasping. "I cannot believe that you just accused me of this horrible tragedy!" "He broke the..coffee machine." Horror snitched on Killer as all the chatter went mute.

Killer slowly turned to Horror. "Horror...you snitch.. why did you have to say it so loudly?" You snorted a little, along with Dust who looked like he could lose it any time soon. "Oh, you're royally fucked Killer." Was your last sentence before going back to bed, as Nightmare dragged Killer.

"AHHH! NIGHTMARE WAIT!!! W-WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS-" He yelled, as he was thrown in the air. "Too late."

2# FAILED SLEEPOVER

You laid in bed as you giggled. "Ok ok..so.. there's this person that I like-" you began, but Killer gasped. "Oh my god! Guys, guys! It's happening!" They all got closer to you, smiling like idiots. "Come on! Who's it? Are they nice??" Dust also nudged you as your cheeks started turning red.

You were about to start blabbering about them, until Nightmare scared the shit out of you all. "Why the fuck are you all up?! Go to sleep! I swear...I won't agree the next time y'all ask me about a sleepover..." You all sighed in annoyance. Damn, does this guy have zero knowledge of what it means to have fun? You laid on your side, closing your eyes, and about to fall asleep, until you felt Nightmare poke you softly. "..tell me about the special person later...I wanna know if they're good enough for you.."

3# Lacking Discipline

You and the boys successfully snuck in Nightmare's room. Tiptoeing towards his bed, along with quiet giggles. "Ok.. remember, we have to be quiet." You nodded at Dust's words, shooting looks at Killer. "Whaaat?" You playfully rolled your eyes at his antics.

You reached forward, and pulled Nightmare's sheets away from his boney face, as you gestured to Dust and Killer. They creepily smiled, holding their red markers.

Killer just finished his last line at Nightmare's mess of a face, when you saw Nightmare stirr in his sleep. It looks like he's about to wake up! You silently gasped, pushing Killer to the floor, and taking Horror's hand in the process.

Killer almost yelled when you shoved him to the floor. "Hey! Dust...!" He flashed him a pleading look, silently asking him for help. Dust just showed him a peace sign and teleported out of the room. "YOU BACKSTABBING BITCHES!!" Killer didn't realized that he raised his voice, out of frustration, until Nightmare stood behind him with a menacing glare.

Your friendship dynamic between them:

Nightmare:

Him: Doesn't want to let anyone get close to him.

You: Got close to him 💀

Dust:

Him: Sunshine protector

You: Sunshine

Killer:

Him: A dumbass

You: Also a dumbass, but smarter

Horror:

Him: Mom (Dad) friend

You: The reckless idiot

Error:

Him: Can't spell

You: Mocks his typos

Incorrect quotes:

Y/N: Between Dust, Error, Nightmare, and Killer -- if you had to -- who would you punch?

Horror: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them.

Y/N: Killer?

Horror: Yeah, but I don't know why.

Y/N: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch.

Cop: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with.

Y/N: Lmao, @Nightmare.

Y/n: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind.

Error: Thank god.

Horror: Good night.

Y/n: Sleep tight.

Dust: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.

Nightmare: Great, now Killer's crying.

Dust: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

Error: We can't lose. Because we have this. *points to his chest*

Y/N: We have a soul?

Horror: A soul? No, me. I'm pointing at myself. I'm going to win this for us.

Y/n: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration.

Killer: Are you okay?

Dust: Did you actually just ask them that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

Dust: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Error: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

Horror: Wasps?

Nightmare: Terriers?

Killer: Y/n.

Nightmare: You have to apologize to Y/N!

Killer: Fine!

Killer: Unfuck you, or whatever!

10:

Dust: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.

Killer: The cow??

Horror: What?

Y/n: Killer, W H Y?

Short Headcanons:

Dust likes to share his notes he made about some Au's with you, because you find it interesting.

Killer goes to you for flirting advice, no matter how good (or bad) your flirts are.

Dust likes to scare you by popping up in front of you. (He likes your reaction)

Horror will steal your food quite frequently.

Nightmare has strictly put up a poster on his office, that's forbidding you to go in.

Error shares his popcorn with you when y'all watch movies.

It takes a long time before your movie night starts, and that's just because you're all arguing on what to watch.

Y'all aren't much up for cuddling, as a group... Aside from Killer and Horror.

I don't know, maybe I'll do part two. I really liked this request by the way. Have a nice day/night!! :D

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kriosv · 3 months ago

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Thoughts on Alien Romulus(my first Alien film)

If You're afraid that the trailers showed too much, 95% of the shots from the trailer were from the first third of the movie.

Practical effects were horrifyingly amazing. Special shoutouts to the chestburster with every layer of bone, muscle, and skin individually showcased. Horrible.

Biggest problem was the editing. Every pratical effect showcase would cut away every half second. Personally, it was so fast it pulled me out of the moments, and it obscured the amazing effects.

The silent opening didnt work with how loud my theatre was. Cant embrace the vast emptyness of space when all you can hear is recliner gears and rustling popcorn

Prometheus was name dropped. I thought that movie was disowned by the fandom.

MORE MOVIES WITH BAD JOKES IN CLIMATIC BATTLES! A grasshopper walks into a bar is now joined by i don't understand cloning!

More spoilery thoughts below

Love the true meaning behind the name Romulus. Early in the movie there is a plaque stating(paraphrasing) "Son of the God of War and a Vestial Virgin, nursed by wolf, and went to create the grestest human empire."

Now "greatest human empire" is definitely an exaggeration, but from the minds of Waylon and Rook it makes since.

So, with Kay taking the place of the Vestial Virgin, she and her baby are "nursed" by the "wolf" aka, the greatest predator of humans currently

HOLY FUCK ROMULUS WAS SCARY! The person Romulus, not the movie. The movie was good but Romulus's design was the standout nightmare fuel.

Loved Andy so much, and his Bitch stutter was great, but kinda ruined the moment. But Rain calling Romulus a Motherfucker made up for it.

Speaking of Andy, Androids have a long history of being standins for nuerodivergency, but Andy shows different quirks than others. Love it.

This movie messes up vaccuum seals so much. Wouldn't complain if it wasn't such an important part in multiple action scenes. Gravity use was great though. Not sure about ring science, tho. That felt off but i don't know enough. Insert always sunny meme here.

Man, fuck Bjorn. Just fuck him. Ah, this is why I don't like slasher movies. Seeing him die didn't make me feel better, though the effects were great.

Someone just told me Ian Holm is dead. He shouldn't have been in the movie. Now, i haven't seen the others, but there are clearly different faces for androids, and this isn't one he portrayed before, so just use a different actor. Sometimes i approve if it's important to the character or story, but it wasn't. Shouldve been a different actor

#alien #alien romulus

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macsimagines · 1 year ago

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Slasher!Hakkai? Like who would this cutie to be a killer? 🤧

THIS ASK DID THINGS TO MEEEE! I love slasher characters, never particularly enjoyed the actual movies but i feel like the killers are all so interesting IDK

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, STALKING, MURDER, MENTIONS OF ABUSE

Slasher!Hakkai Shiba

He never wanted to be a killer, honestly he was gentle and kind at one point. But the world was so broken and full of horrible people that he just couldn't help himself anymore.

The first kill was his brother. All the hits and fighting and abuse just made him...snap. Thankfully his sister had helped him get rid of the body so he was never caught.

That didn't help the nightmares though. Remembering the way his brothers bones cracked when they chopped him up, the warmth of blood then that thick gammy feeling when it dried on his skin... His brothers voice in his head constantly whispering; "Murderermurderermurderer, I always knew you had it in you~"

it just escalates from there. At first, the next few murders are an accident. "This guy was just like him, She had his smile, They ate their food the same way-"

Eventually he stops making excuses, he knows what he is and can make peace with it. After all, he'll kill his brother as many times as it takes for him to stay dead.

The news is all over his murders, they call him the TallMan, and he honestly hates the nickname but so long as no one knew who was he to complain?

One day he's on the prowl, its like he knows that his brother is going to make an appearance, whether it be in that man's laugh or in that woman's scowl, he knows he's going to have to kill Taiju again.

He finds him, and you.

Your boyfriend was yelling at you again, over god knows what this time. But it was clear that he was mad about something and he would take it out on you...

"I fucking told you- Fuckin' warned you Y/N," He hissed dragging you by your forearm. "Ow! I-I I'm sorry! I didn't mean-!" "Shut it, Bitch!" and suddenly, he's slamming you into an alley wall, "I'm gonna make you fuckin' sorry!" "Found you, Taiju~!"

Then the knife comes barreling down and the world goes dead quiet. You're sure your boyfriend was screaming, you're sure the knife slicing into him had to have made some kind of noise, but the ringing in your ears is deafening. All you do is watch the blood fly and the chaos unfold.

Hakkai feels euphoric, he'd purged his brother from the world another night and left it a safer place for everyone. For you. He turns suddenly to look at you, his mask covered in blood. And you just stare. You know you should be screaming but you just can't force out the sounds.

And you, well Hakkai thinks you're just so... pretty. Your eyes are so wide and frightened that it makes his heart hurt. He can relate, his brother can be pretty scary, but don't worry- he'll keep you safe.

That night he just walks away, he can't bring himself to say anything to you, you're so breathtaking that you took the words right out of his mouth... but don't worry! He's always watching!

When you go to work, when you're out to lunch, when you're sleeping. Hakkai is always there to look out for you! To protect you from all the Taijus in the world... The sudden spike in Tallman attacks has everyone concerned and on red alert, but he won't stop. He has to kill Taiju, he has to keep you safe...

"I'll always protect you now, Y/N~,"

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere hakkai shiba smut

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ltacryptid · 4 months ago

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(the hand washing fic. courtesy of @networksupported)

4ccol4de should really ask Ty to cut down on the consolidation's blood.

He knew, consciously, that Ty couldn’t control how much they bled— but he also knew that Ty could control basically everything else, so it didn’t seem that out of place to ask. Still, he couldn’t deny the deep rooted sickness that stirred in his guts and heart and lungs whenever he’d look down at his hands after the slaughter execution mercy killings.

Ty seemed to have decided that killing them with his hands or a close-ranged weapon would be a better option than a gun, his hesitations giving more time for the Mike-Eli consolidations to dig into his brain and beg him to keep them alive. Four days, or maybe months? Of hesitations and retraining and torture caused Ty to finally get that. Though it ended the original issue, the blood still stuck.

Now his hands were wet with it.

He was thankful for the bathrooms being so close to the white rooms, as he could dash— still drenched— towards the sinks and try to avoid the mirrors as he washed the stains of what could have been off of the white sleeves of his shirts and his arms and, god, his hands. They reeked of human, of Cicada, and iron.

He wished his nails were longer so he could dig out all of the gore underneath them.

The white porcelain of the sink slowly stained red as he rinsed his hands under freezing cold water, hoping the shock to his system would finally wake him up from this nightmare— hopefully back in bed with his then alive lover. He knew it wouldn’t, but a man could hope.

Clearly, though, a man could not have a minute of fucking peace.

The bathroom door creaked open, the polished metal of the door not hiding the rust at the hinges, nor the man behind it.

Cas-fucking-Townsend. The most unbearable, beautiful bastard that had ever locked onto 4ccol4de. He smirked. 4ccol4de dragged his eyes away from Cas and back to the mirror, looking into his eyes and then back at his hands. The room felt colder. The water still dripping into and down his hands felt hot.

He cleared his throat.

“Hey, baby. Fancy seeing you here.”

Silence.

“Seriously? Nothing?”

“It’s really not the fucking time.” 4ccol4de spat, holding his hands together tight under the stream of water. The tips of his fingers wrinkled. He didn’t move them.

“Cute. You always have time for me.”

The click of the doors lock. The echoing steps as the man approached.

“I mean, really. What do you even do around here? You have all the time in the world.”

4ccol4de pursed his lips. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I really? You never talk to me anymore, babes. It’s almost like you’re ignoring me. And that,” Cas says as he stalks behind 4ccol4de and leans his head on his shoulder, “Would just break my heart.” And he reaches around 4ccol4des waist and shuts off the water, causing the room to dip into silence besides uncomfortably close breathing.

“You’re unbearable.” 4ccol4de whispered, curling in on himself. Cas snickers.

“You know you love it.” He crooned, pulling 4ccol4de back just enough that he could get himself seated on the sink in front of the man. Though he could’ve technically left, pulled away from Cas and his eyes and his horrible mouth he knew he couldn’t. He was trapped, kept on a lead and pulled right.

4ccol4de closed his eyes and nodded. It was easier to accept these things than fight them. Cas smiled.

“Good. Anyways, what happened here? I don’t think I’ve seen you this… out of it, we’ll say, since you last saw Mantis.”

4ccol4de cringed at the name as it escaped his lips. Just the thought of another Mike-Eli flashed him back into the horrible white room and a man sobbing and his hands. He opened his eyes and looked at Cas’s face.

“Oh. Ooooh. Ty made you kill another one, yeah? God, you poor dear.” He mocked.

“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not a ‘poor dear.’ I did the job I had to do.”

“Still, I’m sure it hurt to kill it. You’ve always been such a bitch about killing people— or, things, I should say.”

“He’s not an it and you know that. Talking about him like he wasn’t a person won’t make me feel any better.”

Cas snickers for a moment before bursting out into laughter, long enough that 4ccol4de looked back down at his own feet, at the least to stop his neck pain from looking up all the time.

“So you did kill it, hm? Sad. I’m sure you had to hurt it pretty bad to get it down this time since Ty banned you from guns— oh, don’t interrupt me. Everyone knows about your little gun problem. You couldn't use a gun even if it would save your life. It’d be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.”

4ccol4de frowned. He didn’t fight it though, not at all.

“I wonder how it felt. Not for you, of course, we all knew you felt bad, but for it. The Mikeli. Probably horrible, right? I mean, imagine, you’ve just been brought into the world by the worst twink you’ve ever met and then you’re immediately, what, stabbed to death?” He speaks, loosely grabbing the collar of 4ccol4des shirt before pulling him in and continuing.” Imagine that being your whole existence. Imagine being brought to life just to die. Makes you think, yeah?”

The room was silent again as soon as Cas stopped speaking. He was obviously waiting for an answer and, of course, 4ccol4de didn’t want to answer. He could feel his throat closing up with phlegm and tears pricking into the corners of his eyes. Cas shook his head before sighing.

“You don’t even respect it enough to talk about it? Sad.”

“I don’t—“ 4ccol4de started, cringing as his voice was wetter and shakier than he meant it to be, “I respect it- him, I respect him as much as you can respect a consolidation in this job. Which… which isn’t much. I. I don’t want to think about it, though. I shouldn’t have to. I’m just doing my job.”

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.” Cas said, his voice dripping with disappointment as he drops from the sink and pats 4ccol4de on his chest.

“Just keep telling yourself that, babe. As long as it keeps you without blood on your hands. You can always talk to me though, if you ever end up thinking about this shit. My room is always open to you, just because you’re my favourite.”

And with that, Cas, in all his glory and rage and religion, left.

4ccol4de turned the water back on.

#4ccol4de #C4sccol4de #Mentioned mikelis. Sorry to mikelis everywhere. You don’t deserve this.#Cas Townsend #H1VE #my writing #Mantis mention

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bit-odd-innit · 2 years ago

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Fic: Somewhere That’s Green

[based on a post I made about Eddie’s future]

It’s a hole in the wall just off the main drag, the kind of place you can’t find unless you know to look. In a previous life it had been a pizzeria, which explained the bright green vinyl awning Eddie had no intention of replacing. He’d kept the pick-up window, too, used it to host “office hours.” (“Office hours” was supposed to mean “deliver personalized music recommendations to interested passers-by.” Now it means “help harried, double-parked parents reschedule music lessons.”)

He’d also kept the apartment upstairs. They have a house now—a nice one, with a wrap-around porch and a big backyard and a cluster of hedges Steve always insists are “a mess”—but when Eddie trips into an inventory hole and loses track of time, it’s nice to have a place to crash. If it’s not a school night sometimes Steve joins him, and they’ll relive the halcyon days of their early twenties, buoyed by cheap beer, diner curly fries, and giddy infatuation. (The infatuation has only grown and flourished even as his tolerance for salty food has withered. Acid reflux is a bitch.)

He’s happy they kept the apartment. He happy knowing that if someone needs it—someone scared, broke, desperate for a lifeline and a scrap of no-strings-attached kindness—it’s something he can provide.

Initial plans had been to focus on music, just music. It was supposed to be the utopic all-metal record store of Eddie’s nightmares. But as he started to build stock, he remembered how hard it had been to find merch for the things he liked. How a pin or a patch or poster he’d dug up at a garage sale four towns over made him feel more seen than anything on offer at the local mini-mall. How he wanted to be a hub for the weird shit not everyone liked, but the people who did loved. His horrible little magpie brain fluttered from shiny thing to shiny thing, and by the time opening day rolled around the store was a one-stop shop for all things music, merch and whatever wacky knick-knacks tickled Eddie’s fancy. Or horrified Steve. Or both. Both was best.

The Corroded Coffin guys slotted in easily. Francis always liked doing promo for their gigs, was good at it, too. But by the early 2000s, his methods were apparently so outdated his daughter begged to let her take over. (“He’s stapling fliers to telephone poles, Uncle Eddie. You don’t even have a website.”

“What is a telephone pole covered in fliers if not the working man’s web-ed site?”

“Oh my God give me your credit card I’m buying you a domain name.”

“A what?”)

Jeff got his CPA and took over the financials, reeling Eddie in whenever he was struck by the urge to make a impulsive, outlandish purchase. (“I genuinely don’t understand how you make money.”

“It’s cause I don’t do my taxes.”

“I do your taxes. At a great personal expense.”)

Gareth was instrumental (heh…) in building up the music program—soundproofing the basement and hiring instructors and coordinating concerts and organizing payment plans, all the nitty-gritty non-music stuff that made Eddie’s head spin. At some point it just made the most sense for Eddie to cede control, let him operate it however he saw fit. (“This is your baby, dude. It’s a baby that took form within my own, much larger baby. But it’s yours.”

“I’m touched by your words and appalled by your phrasing.”

“That’s the only way I could have said it.”)

(Gareth also once described the store as an “Elevated Hot Topic.” Eddie still hasn’t decided when he’s going to kick his ass.)

 Momentum grew. Ideas compounded ideas. A kid asked how to sew a patch to his backpack and it snowballed into the Build Your Own Battlevest Workshop. Wayne suggested knocking out the connecting wall between the walk-in freezer and the pantry, and now thrice weekly Eddie runs table-top games for varying age-sets and skill-levels. (At Steve’s request, the elementary school group is called H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS FIRE CLUB. Not because he thinks it needs to be censored. He just thinks it’s funny.) (He’s right.)

It was supposed to be a record store but now it’s so much more. Now there are listening parties and movie screenings and little league teams with his store’s name on the back of their jerseys and and and—

Eddie used to think, if he got lucky, he’d last a year. Now he’s closing in on 30. He was profiled by the local newspaper. They called him “a pillar of the community.”

Wild.

It’s a warm, sunny April morning. He’s sitting at the takeout window, sipping coffee from the bottom half of a teapot-teacup combo that reads, in a menacing blood-red font, THIS FREAK DRINKS TEA. His hair is gathered in a loose braid, the ends still damp from his post-run shower. (Sometime in their mid-thirties Steve tricked him into maintaining a consistent cardio routine, and now he’s the type of person who gets out of bed at the crack of dawn to knock out an “easy three.” He’s a monster, a husk of his former self. A husk with a much-improved lung capacity and thighs that can juice a watermelon but nonetheless HUSK.) The middle school is about a half mile from the shop; he pulls faces at all the students filtering past. (Steve’s kids, current and former, refer to Eddie exclusively as Mr. Munson’s Husband. It never fails to thrill him.)

He’s leaning back to flip the record piping through the store’s speakers (“Dustin I don’t care if it’s ‘easier’ to ‘create a Spotify account,’ whatever that means. We play vinyl only! Let me be pretentious about this one thing!”) when he hears a meek, polite cough coming from just beneath the window. He peers out and on the sidewalk stands a girl. She’s small, too little to be one of Steve’s. She clutches the strap of her backpack, blue eyes huge with nerves and determination.

“Hail and well met, weary traveler!” He’s speaking in what Steve calls his Dork Voice, the slightly tuned-down version he uses to put shy kids at ease. “How might I be of assistance?” The girl purses her lips, sets her shoulders, shakes her shaggy bangs out of her face. Eddie thinks suddenly of Nancy and Robin and his heart clenches.

“Do you like games?” She asks.

He smiles softly. Drops the act. “Yeah.” He rests his scarred cheek in the cradle of his palm. “I like games. Do you like games?”

The dam breaks.

“Yes!” She replies at once, breathless with enthusiasm. “My family plays a lot of board games, like Game of Life and Monopoly, and they’re okay but kind of boring, but my brother taught me how to play Settlers of Catan and I really liked that, and my friends and I played Werewolf at a sleepover but we made up a bunch of extra rules to make it harder, and my cousin showed me this video game where the ending changes based on what choices you make and that’s so cool—”

“Alright, slugger.” Eddie can’t help but laugh. “What game are you looking to play?”

The girl collects herself. “Okay,” she says. “Okay, so. So I like it in games where there are rules, but also you can make stuff up? And you can do something weird that might ruin everything but also might pay off? And sometimes you have to work with other people to accomplish your goal, but alliances can break?” Eddie nods. “So there’s this one game. It sounds like so much fun, but nobody I know plays it. They play it on this show I like, well, okay, it’s not really a show, it’s, uh, okay do you know what a podcast is?” Eddie beams.

Steve swapped study hall coverage so he could pop in for lunch. Tonight is parent-teacher conferences, which means Steve’ll be home late, which means Eddie will get absorbed in a project and either crash upstairs or stumble home well after Steve’s gone to bed, which means they’ve got to snatch the time together they can get. They split a sandwich, a salmon burger from Costco Eddie threw in the air fryer and smashed up with avocado and grilled poblano pepper. (”It’s heart healthy!” “You’re heart healthy.” “Aw.” “I meant that as an insult.” “I’m not taking it as one, mwah mwah mwah.”) Eddie eats too fast, as he often does, and drags his nails over the veins of Steve’s forearm to distract himself from his gastrointestinal tract turning inside out.

“🎶Myyyy babyyyy myyyyyy babyyyyyy,” he hums against the shell of Steve’s ear. “You’reeee my babyyyyy sayyyy it to meeeeee🎶.” “Alright,” he huffs, tapping his fingers to the knobby bone of Eddie’s wrist. He presses a kiss to the underside of Eddie’s jaw and rises. “I gotta get back.” He slings his messenger bag over his shoulder, gathers the papers he’d promised he’d grade but didn’t. Eddie watches him readjust, watches him smooth down the salt-and-pepper hairs dusting his temples, watches him push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He catches Eddie watching and asks, slyly, “What?”

Eddie wants to say, I love you. He wants to say, you’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be. He wants to say, I’m so grateful I built this life with you.

But he’s still himself, so what he says is, “Those khakis make your ass look great.”

Steve scoffs, and with a bitchy eye roll he sinks his weight onto his back foot and says, “I KNOW,” and there he is. There’s the man he married. He looks over his shoulder before he leaves, his honey-warm eyes liquifying Eddie’s spine.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “I love you too.” Eddie kisses him and kisses him and kisses him. Pretty good life.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fanfic

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gayometer · 2 years ago

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Hello!

Can u do a platonic hades, adamas, poseidon, and zeus having the youngest brother who looks, acts and has the same power as makima. Especially their reaction to him gaining fatal wounds but being totally fine and his power and personality.

Thank u so much!

He's just a little rough around the edges

Makima + Poseidon gives me nightmares

Also writing this while jamming to Diamond City Lights is something else, two completely different vibes.

Also, Male! Reader

Poseidon will treat you no different from the rest, unless you do something about it.

And you kinda did, he was being a bitch so you were a raging bitch back, from plainly ignoring him like the dirt on your shoes and now that there's no one in the room, that never happened.

Yes Poseidon is harsh, but unless you give him a reason to he has no reason to ignore the little brother that made a lower god's head pop. He's the type who does tough love.

There's nothing more the lower gods fear then you both in the same room.

Especially since you both have the tendency to look calmer then you are.

With those gods knowing how easily and quickly Poseidon can get rid of them is enough, they think you do the same but you enjoy the long run. Manipulate Mansplain and Malewife I guess.

If you were to get injured, Poseidon wouldn't bat an eye, like how he doesn't bat an eye to the majority of what you do. Maybe he'll have a servant patch it up to avoid it getting worse.

If it's fatal however, he'll be the one to take you to the nurses, he won't listen to a single thing you say about being fine. He's taking you over there and you're gonna shut up and let him do it.

Seeing that you actually ARE fine, he'll play it off as "you're just weaker, a wound like that will cause you more harm then it would if I had it" he was just worried, don't take that at face value.

Telling him that you just transferred the would over to a lower god amusses him, especially since he knows very little about your abilities outside of blood control.

He'll be the first to say it, "he's just rough around the edges, get to know him and he's a sweetheart" especially being the younger brother to two gods who are assholes to everyone around them.

Zeus will always be more carefree, most of your injuries probably happened by running away from Zeus. Just let him smother you in love alright? He's been the youngest for so long.

It doesn't matter how big or small the wound is, Hermes is ready with bandages. Zeus knows you can heal them, but he's still gonna do it.

He's another one who will turn a blind eye to blatant manipulative behavior, unless you do something truly horrible then he'll tell you to "stay out of trouble".

Ah yes, the calm and the storm, at least according to Hades smothering you two in affection.

Adamas, despite being as angry as he is is a pretty damn good older brother.

He seems like he takes "Tough Love" to the extreme but no, he can rival Hades is how much he worries.

Adamas will also turn a blind eye to your "behavior" and honestly most likely taught you most of it.

He'll also take care if any wounds you have while saying "this is the last time I'm doing this" no, it's not the last time and he'll do it whenever you have a wound.

He's the type to see you have a fatal would and tell you to "just transfer it to some low god" while having the most anxious filled voice.

Adamas is another one who knows the majority of your abilities, he doesn't care what they are, they're yours so they're great.

Being the eldest means he naturally worries the most.

Hades knows you're by no means week and fragile, but he raised you and will forever see you and his adorable baby brother.

Hades is the type that can excuse you using your abilities wrong, you're the youngest after all.

Hades, however won't pick up after your messes, yes he absolutely adores you but you can't go around causes messes after you use a human as a "sacrifice".

As the King of Helheim he has plenty of demons and devils down there, with his permission you can practice your abilities of controlling them, he'll be there to watch over you.

If you were to get a fatal wound, Hades wound rush you to the nurses, even if you say you're fine, he won't have any of it until he has the dialysis in his hands. It's not he doesn't trust you, but for wounds like that he'd much rather have you seen by a professional.

On the topic of wounds, after having no traces of it he's genuinely concerned about how that happened.

Telling him you just casually transferred your wound somewhere else made him blink several times. He didn't know you had that but now he's a little less concerned about the severity of your wounds, but please be careful. No matter much you power you have, there's limits to everything, so be careful.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv zeus #ror zeus #snv hades #ror hades

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signanothername · 2 months ago

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yess love that you made Nightmare a lil mamas boy, like tbh, i feel like he was such a lil mama boys cause he spent all his time with her, like in my opion, no one loved their mom more then nightmare.

but life if Nim was a good mom is sorta iffy, idk, i feel like she loved Dream and Nightmare, but still neglected them. not because she didn't care, but more cause she just wasn't ready to be a mom.

but god the grief Nightmare must of felt after he killed Nim and thought he killed Dream must've been crazy. wonder if he ever wished that Nim came back alive instead of Dream. maybe said that to Dream cause he would just to be a bitch.

but yeah, would love if you talked about what you thought Nim and the twins relationship was like.

HE ISSSS!!! He’s such a mama’s boy and it’s exactly cause he spent all his time with her

To Nightmare, his mom was also his only friend in a way, she was the only one keeping him company, and I like to think Nightmare used to talk to her a lot, about his favorite books and about Dream and about how lonely he felt

His mom was his only confidant and companion

The thing is tho? Yeah Nim was a neglectful mother, a very neglectful mother, and i’d say a horrible one even

Despite Nim’s circumstances in which she’s literally a tree, she’s alive in there and her spirit is heavily rooted in the tree, and by extension, rooted in Dream and Nightmare, she could at any time communicate with the twins, not in a telepathic way, but more in a sensory way, remember how i said Nightmare and Dream have roots that connect with everyone in the multiverse? It works the same way to an extent

Nim can communicate by sending signals to Dream and Nightmare, but instead of it being connected by soul, it’s that the twins are a direct extension of the tree, she could’ve at least made Nightmare feel safe at any point by signaling to him that she’s there, she could’ve made him feel less lonely by telling him she enjoys his company, etc

But she never did, she watched Nightmare cry and let him do so without giving him any reassurance, she cares about the twins but not enough to form any true emotional bond/connection with them, she cared in the sense of feeling a bit of pity for Nightmare’s circumstance but not feel protective of him, she made the twins last second before turning to the tree after all, to her, these are less like her children and more like assets she made to protect her cause she can’t protect herself, and the worst part? They’re replaceable to her, she can always make new guardians to protect herself if she wanted, and she even thought of doing so as she wasn’t convinced that children are strong enough to protect her, that was simply a mistake cause she made them seconds before her “death”

But Nightmare doesn’t know any of that, the only thing he knows is that his mother is there for them but simply incapable of communication, all hopeful and innocent little Nightmare knows is that his mother would burn the world down for them if she could (when in reality she wouldn’t)

And that’s all adult Nightmare knows too, he never got to know how little care Nim had for them

And oh the grief Nightmare feels for his mother weighs down so much, to the point Nightmare wishes he could turn back the clock just so he could stop himself from killing her, but he can’t, and he has to live with that

I wouldn’t say Nightmare wishes Nim came back to life instead of Dream, but he definitely wishes she comes back to life, cause in a way, turning Dream to stone wasn’t what Nightmare meant to do either, to little Nightmare? He just lost his entire family in one night, so when Dream got out of stone, part of Nightmare is beyond relieved, cause for the longest time he thought Dream was dead and had to live with that grief too

And tbh? I think even if Nightmare knew how little care Nim had for them it would eat away at him, but still wouldn’t change his love for her, know how sometimes even when the parent is neglecting or horrible, the child just can’t bring themselves to hate their parent? It’s the same thing with Nightmare, and if Nightmare knew how neglecting Nim is he’d be in even more pain and distress because he would try his hardest to hate her, cause how dare she? But Nightmare would know that he actually can’t bring himself to hate her no matter how hard he tries and it would make him so mad at himself

And y’know, I’ve been actually thinking about why Nightmare would even cut the tree down, even in his state of madness he’d still know not to cut the tree, and I like to think it’s cause the only time Nim ever communicated with the twins at all is during the Apple incident, in which she cursed both Dream’s and Nightmare’s names, she cursed Dream’s name for being too weak and naive for believing the villagers are his friends, and cursed Nightmare’s name for being exactly the demon the villagers deemed him to be, and Nightmare’s actions were instantaneous, one second Nim is screaming at the twins, the next? She’s dead

And Nightmare was just too disoriented to realize what he did untill reality set in

Nightmare and Dream still get nightmares/night terrors as the voice of their mother’s screams haunt them every damn day of their lives

Both twins have to live knowing that the last emotion (and only emotion they got to feel from their mother since they were born) was deep rooted anger and resentment :)

#anothers ask #dreamtale #nightmare sans #dream sans

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justice-blood-and-tea · 2 months ago

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come to us with your problems, questions and perhaps, dead bodies !

can you hear me? check, check. Is this thing working? it works, Atlas. I would know! Gods, you are so stupid- here!

*crackle*

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .

Suppose I'll start, then? Hello, I'm Kayne Hawke. It's a pleasure to meet you! Detective extraordinaire and the most intelligent person in the room.

𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨.

NAME: Kayne Maria Hawke.

ALIAS: Kayne ; Kay ; Hawke ; Val.

AGE: seventeen. BRITISH. GODLY PARENT: child of Dike ; champion of Hermes ; legacy of Athena. GENDER: Female

PERSONALITY: charming and sharp-tongued ; humorous ; quick-witted ; confident ; sarcastic ; twisted sense of justice and love.

FATAL FLAWS: feeling of inferiority. reckless.

FEARS: abandonment issues ; over-sharing ; being too naive ; fire/burns.

HOBBIES: violin ; ice-skating ; solving unsolvable cases ; messing with the police ; painting ; harmless pickpocketing ; drinking tea ; mind- puzzles.

SEXUALITY: Pansexual.

APPEARANCE: fang-toothed grin ; sharp, dark violet eyes ; scar on her jaw ; glasses ; curly hair, usually dyed ; two-toned eyes ; resting judgemental face.

POWERS: can easily discern truth from lies, sharp wit, skilled with many weapons, intuition. FUN FACT: She can always hear other's thoughts in her head. However, she has gotten quite good at ignoring it and trapping the noise in the back of her head. Sometimes might get overwhelmed quickly because of this.

Atlas Todd. The brawns of this operation. And the brains. [ hey! ]

𝘼𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚.

NAME: Atlas Aquaris Todd.

ALIAS: Atty , Atlas , Todd.

AGE: eighteen. FRENCH. GODLY PARENT: child of Hades ; champion of Nemesis ; legacy of Phobetor. GENDER: Male

PERSONALITY: stoic ; horrible with new technology ; sarcastic ; angry ; loud ; not very easy to love ; kind (occasionally) ; blunt.

FATAL FLAWS: hell-bent on revenge. anger.

FEARS: [ why do you want to know, huh? ]

HOBBIES: training, listening to music, talking to the souls of dead people, plotting revenge on the olympians

SEXUALITY: Pansexual.

APPEARANCE: Pale skin with scars scattered around ; sharp eyes ; resting bitch face ; curly black hair with green highlights ; hard set mouth.

POWERS: can inflict nightmares, shapeshift, will any weapon of his choice from his enchanted shadow sword, Keres.

FUN FACT: He stole Keres from his father's weaponry in the underworld. No regrets. He doesn't know it, but he's also a legacy of Nike from his biological dad's side.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝟭𝟭-𝟭𝟮. 𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝟱𝟬-𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹. 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗛𝘆𝗱𝗿𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀. 𝗞𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀. 𝗔𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀, 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 . . . 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲.

That's us, then! Oh, but there's more! Yep, just a teeny bit, hang on . . .

PEOPLE KAYNE KNOWS:

@apollos-favorite-child - literally my child (one of the amazing k buddies obvi) @morpheus-child-phobos-legacy - my loser (affectionate) boyfriend <33 (hurt him and i will find you. this is a threat.) @wivesandwallets - we're related. I need my 3 dollars back eli. @that-centurion-named-brad - Morticia and Brad!!! Adoptive parents :))) PEOPLE ATLAS KNOWS:

@morpheus-child-phobos-legacy - Kayne's boyfriend. Technically my cousin. @time-and-the-waves - my friend from the Casino. Perseus Jackson's sister.

Wow, you really have to start getting social, Atty. Stop calling me that, Kayne! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - -- - -- -

Tags: #kayne on the case - all kayne related stuff #atlas from the dark - all atlas related stuff #justice-blood-and-tea - for both of them! #kayne/atlas on the radio - reblogs #tea with a side of death - lore

ooc: credits to all the original owners of the graphics used. Thank you!

#kayne on the case #atlas from the dark -#justice-blood-and-tea #kayne/atlas on the radio #tea with a side of death #pjo rp #oc #percy jackson #roleplay #hades #pjo oc blog #percy jackson rp #pjo oc #pjo roleplay #percy jackson oc

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hiemaldesirae · 7 months ago

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Swap AU:

Val wasn't too slow, he didn't come at all to Vox's distress call. He thought Vox could handle it. He spends the first 4 years as Alastor's thrall dead, as do most of the soul that Val owns. (Angel included.) Killing Valentino and the souls he owns gets old, however and sinners are getting tired of the same old pornos, so Valentino gets to go back to work, but thanks to their multiple horrible deaths, Valentino and his contracted souls are alot closer. They even have a discord server dedicated to bitching about Alastor. Now that Vox is back, they've added a sever dedicated to getting pictures of Vox for Valentino so they all don't die horrible deaths--and also, Valentino rewards everyone with every new picture with a raise of 50 dollars, so it's nice incentive.

Alastor on the other hand beside killing Valentino and his contracted souls for the first 4 years, made a shrine with Vox's heads--except for the very first one. That one he slept with. That one remain's in his (formerly Vox's) bed everyday, waiting for Alastor's return everynight so he can curl around it and murmur the words he never got to say to his beloved Vox one last time.

When Vox returns, Sir Pentious joins the hotel because Vox has always been his favorite of his favorite of the Vees, and if he's joined another Overlord and started something else, the Sir Pentious will try it out!

Angel Dust is there because he doesn't want to go through the absolute HELL the first 4 years under Alastor was, he wants no repeats. No one Valentino included DOES!

Husker actually loves working with Vox, and loves sending smirks at the very pissed off shadow Alastor (not knowing Alastor is watching from the Shadow's eyes.) and the side hugs, the cuddles, Yeah, they might piss off the Shadow and Alastor even even more but he deserves it--Vox still has nightmares about his near death.

OHH okay okay i see. that clarification. Actually made things 1000x worse for me actually im gonna throw up. this val trusting in voxs abilities to the point where it made him lose one of his best friends for years vs show val jumping to vox the moment that it became clear the other couldnt hold his own..... so sickening what the hell. the guilt that val must feel in specific for voxs disappearance and presumed death- honestly hes probably glad for dying so much those first four years because it took his mind off the fact that it was HIS fault all this happened to vox and him and vel. i just want an oddly tear filled reunion scene with the two vees where vox is like "i thought you guys just didnt think i was important enough to come help" and voxvel start actually bawling bc theyve missed him so much and theyre so glad he's back and *safe*. also the discord server inclusion is hilarious as hell thank you for that mental image nonny

oh my GODD thats actually so sweet im gonna be sick. i just know those former heads are kept clean and swept everyday both by niffty and alastor himself, and the one in his bed is probably propped up by all the most comfortable pillows while alastor himself just goes without a pillow.... WHAT WORDS. what FUCKING words if it was i love you ill actually just implode on the spot nonny ill get raptured and itll be all your fault /lh

+ pentious finally gets an audience with his idol! aww this is so sweet im gonna get cavities. hopefully he doesnt get hit with the kys this time but oh well if he does cause i support my wife committing crimes

Also. Vox having nightmares about the time he nearly died.... do you think that he has like ptsd flashbacks or something everytime he sees a radio. im gonna be SICK fuck oh my god. do tou think ohe day he just . meets al again and immediately tries to run away or something while the other hotel members go to his defense because they know the shit hes been dealing with from al....

p.s. nonny are you planning on turning this into a fic or something anytime soon? because if not.... can i write one based off these ideas 🥹

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #swap au

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theloveinc · 1 year ago

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thinking about.. retired!dilf-but-no-kids!deku.. and the hedonistic lifestyle he starts living the second he retires as no. 1 hero..

the thing about him.. he’s nasty, his house becomes a blacklight’s nightmare, there’s a certain musk that begins to linger in the air as a result of his new.. hobby.

the hobby being wrapping a hand around his cock and talking to strangers on the internet.. watching copious amounts of porn.. spending his massive amounts of wealth on toys and custom vids from his favorite pornstars of both genders..

he’s still the symbol of peace in the physical sense.. all soft muscle and titan-like build.. but in character? fat chance.

He’s just like every other sleazy old man who loves busting nuts above everything else, he loves sleeping in and immediately taking care of his morning wood, loves having porn on the living room tv and watching it like it’s the news, loves wearing the same pair of undies for days on end.

(bonus)

he coaxes you into this lifestyle after getting together with you, convinces you to quit your job and slowly pulls back the mask of nobility he created. <3

ur horny old bf who just wants to live carefree and hornily alongside you. <3

He... is........................... DISGUSTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking ass print sweat stain on his office chair from constantly jerking off, he’ll answer the phone and even FaceTimes right in the middle of a diddle, hair pushed back with all that natural grease, face all sweaty and pink!! He barely even cares to listen, either—too distracted by the screen full of ass behind the electronic brick to give a damn about taxes or Bakugo’s latest complaints or whatever else it is.

(Until it's you who's calling, then he's finally willing to listen even if he's still going to ask you to flash your tits at him by the end of the call...)

But he’ll even do this in person, when he’s busy looking at his collection of your home videos and someone comes into his office, or even you, yourself, get close enough for him to touch your tits. Rather than paying attention to the words, he’ll hone in on the way your body feels in his hands, the image of your pretty pussy on screen… and soon enough he’s so spaced out that he’s hard, leaky and desperate to get into your panties for real.

And god, when he walks around the house with his cock out… it’s horribly sexy but emphasis on HORRIBLE… you don’t know whether to love it or hate it, especially when he cages you into the closest wall and grinds himself wet and sticky in between your thighs, whining just to let him have you, that he wants a treat :((((( ... just tweak his nipple a little, put your fingers, yes, baby, there... or get on your knees for him pleasepleaseplease, he doesn’t care that you’re busy, he’s a fiend itching for a fix.

That old acting like a damn teenager!!! A bitch in heat! And he doesn't even care, not after spending his whole life working his ass of for the benefit of other people. It's his turn to enjoy himself.

And don’t you dare tell him about any interest you have in his friends… boys, girls, anyone and he’ll practically pay to watch you get fucked by them. To see one of his high school friends rub their pussy on your face or spit cum back into your mouth (or vice versa)... only for you to pull him into the mix, too... he's so, SO sick!!

...At least when you're together he's able to get rid of his horrible collection of video downloads and hundreds of dollars worth of escort subscriptions... and get tested for STDS... and starts to clean his sheets once in a while... and eating better... and—I give up.

#deku #SORRY IF I DIDN'T GET THE VIBES RIGHT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW I WANTED TO RESPOND FOR A LONG TIME #I WANTED TO CAPTURE THE. SAME NASTY BUT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW AND I FEEL BAD #SO.I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT I LOVED THIS LMFAOOO EVEN THO HE IS DIRTYYYYYYYYY #ADJKFHALSUIDFHsdh #caitie things #gen #caitie answers #anon

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jinxxedmisery · 11 months ago

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I did a quick little sketch (by quick, I mean it took me like 2 hours lol) I still struggle with feet and shoes...

I just saw a pose on pinterest and thought omg, what if Astarion and my tav... but he's biting their thigh 🤭

Ofc, I had to name it.. thirst... and I added the "Happy" symbol to kind of cover a sketch I did on the same page... You know... it wasn't originally supposed to be just one piece, I was practicing poses and I liked this one way too much to just leave it or risk messing up when I redrew it.

This is entirely self indulgent.. and intended to be Spawn Astarion because he's so babygirl 🥰😘😍

🤣 also I don't think I posted but I got through the Cazador fight not too long ago.. and

Spoilers and dumb ramble ahead:

For most of my day, I sat there wondering how the fuck I would beat that bastard... he was one shotting Shadowheart with his fucking lightning bolt, then sending his gas minions after the survivors. Astarion being in the ritual made it 10× more difficult.. so... I cheated... and fuck... It should have been obvious...

I LITERALLY FORGOT FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY THAT VAMPIRES ARE WEAK TO SUNLIGHT.. I blame Astarion and his parasite as well as Alucard for that one honestly.. the day walker thing kind of made me forget that omfg immunity to daylight is an exception, not the rule..

So I felt stupid.. once I got that, it was so much easier.. oh and almost constantly had Astarion in stealth kill mode until Cazadick was gone.

Also side note.. the VA for Cazador is perfect.. Like they really sells the "I'm a pathetic little worm, and your worst nightmare, fear me while I bitch and cry" LOL and again that's a compliment.. Larian really succeeded in making an evil character extremely grating and hatable which again, a good thing, not a bad thing.

The heartbreak I felt though afterwards when Astarion screams and cries.. God.. the second I got to this scene, I KNEW I couldn't let him ascend, doing so would be so cruel.. and yes.. this is ascended Astarion slander, I don't like my men too domineering.. maybe a little bit, but not enough to like kill innocent children and eat their hands or some shit lmfao (Doing a durge run too.. where I'm going to ascend Astarion and be a horrible bastard that eats babies) and I don't like that he loses the genuine feelings he has for tav/durge and becomes what he sought to destroy, an abuser.

Now.. the graveyard scene... I had tears in my eyes.. Honestly, the reason I love Astarion so much is because he is quite relatable. I will not go into detail, but I was.. SAed and abused as a kid. And honestly.. Seeing the bit where he scratched out his death date, made me feel hope.. for myself... For my own healing.. it truly meant so much seeing another survivor of abuse begin anew, find themselves again... even though I have done that already myself for the most part, I've found purpose, passions, love, heartbreak, etc and I've found some level of beauty in the life. I related quite a lot to the line about sex feeling tainted.. I am at a point where it no longer feels as terrible, I feel genuine enjoyment in it... (Can't do casual sex though.. That would trigger me into a ptsd attack) And I think part of that was letting myself go at my own pace, making sure my partners knew, and having control and the ability to consent and revoke consent at any point. Emotional attachment helped a great deal too.

I've rambled on enough.. but... Let me end this off by saying, If you went through unspeakable horrors at the hands of those who you thought were supposed to protect you, You are not alone, Even if you do not see it now, there is light at the end of the tunnel, keep on living, keep trying to find joy in little things. It does get better, what was done to you was horrible and you did not deserve it. I promise, you will see better days. You will be happy again, even if you feel like the pain will never end, there is always moments of calm.... live for those... live for your pets, live for your friends, the people around you, live for that cute thing you just ordered, live for that movie or TV series you're excited about watching... even the next patch for bg3.. or more Astarion content if that's your reason right now... and take it one day at a time. You will be okay.

If you need to vent out some shit, I'll listen, I may not know what to say or be able to offer comfort, but I will always lend an ear, even to a total stranger if they need it.

That's all from me, goodbye, until my next post.. whenever that will be ❤🖤❤🖤

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