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Him (heart eyes)
#vinland saga#askeladd#fanart#kai messy art#askeladd my beloved#he keeps me up at night#i love him#i miss him so much
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Ok so we may be looking at a new main f/o but either way I have thoughts about Ramattra. And now that I have a couple hours of free time, I'm going to share them.
Right now, I'm thinking about how much of an impact I'd make in his life. I don't exactly think it's Mary Sue-ish (not that anyone thinks that's a bad thing anymore) to say that all of my f/os would be better off if I was a canon character in their story, and with Rama's background I just wonder...would the love he'd have for one human weaken the hatred he has for the rest, or perhaps delay the formation of Null Sector? Would he still form the group with the others and, with my s/i having joined him, not cross a point of no return and disregard innocents and the approval of his people? Or would he still reach that extreme and cause my s/i to leave in refusal to support him?
Love is a powerful emotion, and so is hate. It's a war within himself as strong as the war he is waging on humankind. So I can't help but wonder...would it be enough to alter the narrative, even slightly so?
#even while at work and i'm concentrating on work i am thinking of him#i am inspired by him#he keeps me up at night#is the same true for him?#does a longing love for me plague his heart and mind#does it threaten his work?#boy...i bet he'd really hate the inner conflict cuz i'm human#he's doing this for omnickind; one human will NOT sway him from that goal#💗 love and war#you see what i mean about a compelling narrative??#self ship#brave enough to tag it
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triptych
#interview with the vampire#iwtv amc#iwtv fanart#the vampire armand#daniel molloy#louis de pointe du lac#sometimes i wonder how exactly armand went about erasing louis' memory too#like did he just thanos snap that shit or did he also gaslight whisper him like he did daniel when he told him he woke up in a drug den#this shit keeps me up at night#loumandaniel
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Slow cooking an idea where Jayce stays to try and help Viktor fight the Hexcore within him. He’s never sure if he’ll have Viktor or the Herald that day. Trying to keep secret plans from your god-like lover who can literally enter your mind is a full time horror show
Viktor and Jayce plotting against the Hexcore without it working out what they are doing. Hidden codes, snatched moments. Viktor manages to create a space just for him and starts to hoard energy against the Hexcore. It can use any face to trick him, and frequently tries to wear Jayce’s. They aren’t more powerful, so they just have to be smarter than their own creation. And together they can solve any equation.
#jayvik#arcane#it doesn’t go to the hexgates and idk why#maybe it was waiting for Warwick and Singed?#instead it set up a little fake commune to keep victor happy#I’m really interested in why it did that#viktor knew how to sneak into the hexgates so it really could have gone any time#why send salo#these questions keep me up at night#if it just went to the hexgates before Jayce came back - and he was gone a long time - nothing could have stopped it#maybe Viktor’s reluctance was holding it at bay#I like exploring him fighting it internally#sorry for the buttugly sketches I am dead tired and have no time#I’ll put some more effort into more jayvik once this work is done#you can tell I’m tired bc I keep spelling Viktor with a c
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idk about yall but life is good again
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk art#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#HES SMILINIG MINUNGGJSGJVSFVSFJH#MY DARLING BOY MY SON WHOM I BIRTHED I LOVE YOU#fushiguro megumi the way i would kill/cry/die fr u ur smile cures depression waters crops etc etc#your zuko costumes pretty good but the scars on the wrong side...................#cant believe i lost the scar side coin flip smh leave it to me who does not know her lefts from her rights 2 predict the Wrong Side#sue me fr thinking yuuji lost an eye fr good n wanting them 2 have complementary injuries smh >:/#its ok im over it im over it im just so happy we got scarred!megu im so happy we got smiling!megu im so happy we got ALIVE MEGU#oh my god ive been up all night hand hurt hand ouch but its fr him its worth it i can keep going i can go all day if i need to#god its a good day 2 b a megumi stan
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"It's okay, it's okay, you're still here." "It's okay, it's okay, I'm right here."
#the parallels set up between these two in V9 keep me up at night#rwby#ruby rose#oscar pine#rosegarden#fanart#chaikachi#angst#ruby in EA having a mental breakdown at the thought of losing oscar#while oscar is in vacuo mourning at her grave saying he feels even less sure of himself without her around#how all of it is interconnected with attachment to each other#'fear of growing close to someone; the subsequent fear of loss'#CHEWING ON THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE
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b.katsuki x reader (fem)
a.n; i blame this completely over the Olympics, again. sorry, but it has me on chokehold and i'm not resisting against it LOL 😜
Okay, hear me out...
Third date with Bakugou Katsuki.
The first one, of course, was very awkward and tense and sometimes even a bit worrisome. We are talking about dating Bakugou Katsuki, the one aggressive and violent Pro Hero that everybody has a hate-love feeling towards for; because the man looks and acts –and can– step on your head and crush it with malicious intent and yet, he's Nº 2 Pro Hero on the ranks and you just know that if he's around, you are completely safe. But he's big and tough and harsh in his talking and walking –how can anyone look that scary by just walking, you're still wondering, but it's real. He's fucking scary.
The second date was way more relaxed. He cooked for you. In his massive penthouse that probably costs more than your annual salary. Yep, morherfucker is rich rich. And you think he deserves it really. After all the troubles he goes through to keep the whole country safe –and even the world–, he completely deserves it. You just forgot how well he does his job to get to be that rich. You don't care about money though. You're dating him because you saw him helping a granny cross the street and that was the cutest thing you ever saw. So, back to the second date, he cooked for you, and damn... now you can say you'll keep dating him because of his food. Man cooks like the gods, like a fucking professional chef of the most expensive restaurant on earth. And also, you noticed how relaxed and in peace he looked in his own environment and he looked. So. Freaking. Attractive. Hot even. He looked just so... deliciously handsome.
So for the third date, and because he picked the second one, this one was of your choice. You decide to go ice skating. And you did not expect what happened at all.
One would expect that Pro Hero Dynamight, civilian name Bakugou Katsuki, being who he is, would have exceptional balance and even a hidden talent for this. You’re wrong. Everyone is wrong. The second the blades of his skates touched the Ice Rink, he fell. Your eyes opened wide and you definitely were holding back your laugh as he struggled to get himself up by holding the handrail around the rink.
“Need some help?” You asked, getting close to him with no trouble at all. He looked up at you annoyed, struggling so hard to get up and keep his balance that his cheeks turned pink. How. Freaking. Cute. You’re glad that dating the Pro Hero came with its perks –like closing the whole rink just so only you and him are there, enjoying your date on a late wednesday night.
“Shut up. No, I can do it…” He declared, but another fall on his knees made you giggle while sliding backwards and away from him with ease, hands up in surrender. Katsuki looked at you once his stood for the nth time holding the handrail like dear life with a frown on his face, watching you how easy you made it look, “How the fuck are you doing that?”
You giggled again, amused by all of this situation. Sliding back towards him and extending your hands, you said, “Come one, let me help.”
Katsuki buffed but he placed his hands on yours, whole body trembling, barely holding himself up. The image of him sticking his ass up and body bending forward while his feet barely moved made you laugh out loud and he yelled another “shut up!”.
You changed your grip to his forearms and again slid backwards to make him move forward, his legs still trembling and his eyes never leaving the floor. He looked so cute, it made your heart flutter. The smile never left your face as you spoke again, “I used to skate a lot when I was younger. I even prepared myself to compete, but an injury put me out of the game.”
He immediately looked back at you at your words, “What happened?” He looked curious, but also worried and kind of sad.
You shrugged, “I landed pretty badly over my right leg after a spinning jump once. After that, the shin splints became unbearable and I couldn't continue…”
He looked down at your leg, watching you move attentively, “Does it hurt now?”
You shook your head and smiled at him, grateful for his worry, “Naah. It would only hurt badly if I tried to skate the way I used to… Guess I demanded a lot of myself back then.”
Katsuki didn’t comment further on, but he kept his attention on your leg. Didn’t that make him even cuter!
It took you a while –long while– to finally be able to let go of one of his forearms once he was ready on his balance; his other hand still held yours strongly.
Time went by, both of you laughing and smiling while skating around the rink, hand in hand. You’re so happy that you could stand on the ice again. It brought you so many fond memories of when you were a kid. Skating was the only thing that could easily make you smile just because; the wind in your face made you feel free, content. and Katsuki could clearly see that.
For a moment, he got distracted by how beautiful you looked… and he lost his balance again. This time bringing you down with him. He was fast enough though to catch you and make you land over him. Your amused and loud laugh was contagious, so he couldn’t help but smile. He's having fun –even if he knew his body was going to hurt a bit the next day for how many falls he had.
“You’re so clumsy…” You laughed, joking kindly and funny.
“Oh, yeah? Then why don’t you show me what you can do?” His smirk made you suddenly stop laughing. It’s a clear challenge, yet curiosity shined in his eyes.
“Alright, hero… watch and learn,” you helped him stand up and directed him towards the handrail.
Once he was away from possible harm, Katsuki watched you skate around the rink as if you were flying, gliding around with so much confidence and ease, as if you were made for it. Your hair floating behind you for how fast you were going, dancing beautifully with the air. He was hypnotized. Completely mesmerized by each little form you decided to enlighten him with. He particularly felt fascinated when you decided to spin fast and so many times he couldn’t count how many, then you stopped like it had been nothing and kept gliding around.
You looked so nice and professional, Katsuki felt a little pang of pity for the world. It would never be able to share how beautifully perfect you looked at the moment.
A few more glides around, until you stopped in a very experienced way right in front of him, a huge smile on your face and a shine on your eyes that were proof of how immensely excited and happy you felt.
Did katsuki say already how fucking beautiful you were?
Just to prove his point, he instantly grabbed your face and kissed you for the very first time.
And fuck, he planned on keep kissing you as much as you would let him.
He let you go for a moment just to say, “That was beautiful… You’re gorgeous.”
You smiled one more time before sliding your arms around his neck to kiss him again. He moved a bit to surround your waist with his arms…
And that’s when he forgot about the handrail and sent you both again towards the floor.
#also i keep imagining when you both go back to your apartment#cuz of course you're invinting him over to eat something even though is already very late into the night#and unfortunately you do feel the shin of your right leg bother you a bit#so when you sit on your couch and rub against it#it doesn't go unnoticed by katsuki#so he sits next to you#brings your legs up over his lap and starts massaging them#especially the one that bothers you#it def brings kinky time 😏#DO I HAVE TO SAY MORE???#PLS STOP ME OR I'LL KEEP ON RAMBLINGGGG#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#mha bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha bakugou x reader#mha bakugo katsuki#mha drabbles#mha imagines#mha fluff#mha scenarios#mha x reader#mha x you#bnha bakugo x reader#bnha fluff#bnha imagines#bnha scenarios
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✨Morning Routine✨
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The boys had a sleepover and woke up ✨beautiful✨ ✨flawless✨ and ✨gorgeous✨
#I really have no idea what my inspiration was for this drawing…it just came to me#also if the ch character designers wanted Topher to be ugly why did they give him beautiful long flowing hair HUH#it wasn’t intentional but jfk looks like he’s channeling his inner ponce here lmao#also buff Confucius still scares me and keeps me up at night why is he like that#clone high#my art#fanart#clone high fanart#clone high jfk#clone high confucius#clone high abe#clone high topher#topher bus#roxi’s art
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tell me i'm not the only one who regularly has this thought
#like yes ik aftg is in 2006 yes ik andrew is 20 years old no i dont understand how that means he was born in 1986#that makes him 38 years old present day#hes only 11 years younger than my mother#this actually keeps me up at night#im older than book andrew tho and somehow that adds to my late night thoughts#wait i think hes actually 37 present day since hes a november baby#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#andrew minyard
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i still believe that OBJECTIVELY the craziest most batshit thing jackles has ever said is "im sure it would go how we all think it would go" about a dean and cas reunion. brother WHO is we i am a destiel shipping tumblrina u r the man who supposedly does not believe dean reciprocates cas' feelings we r not the same (??????)
#hes said plenty of other wild shit but this is the one that keeps me up at night#lik he has to know. he has to fucking know#spn#supernatural#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#cat spirals tag
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It's a pretty cool name.
Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere
#mobius#loki#lokius#mcuedit#lokiedit#marveledit#owen wilson#tom hiddleston#tysm for the amazing request because GOD did making this hit harder than i'd even expected??#like it's kind of a given mobius fell first#but i've been so swamped all month i basically only had time to finish maybe a gif per night#and let me tell you watching loki progressively fall harder with each and every scene was uh. an experience all right 🙃😳#in S1 loki's so obviously trying to keep their guard up until mobius gets pruned protecting them and it's like a switch flips#the walls come down and you see the power of being believed in the pure RELIEF mobius' presence brings#how much he's valued and needed and LOVED as loki tries to hold him close only to lose him again and again#leading to desperation building until the only option left is to sacrifice everything not realizing now they're both left wanting#y'all i'll never recover 😭#marvel#owenwilsonedit#dianagifs
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Fashion week (Late century)
#vinland saga#askeladd#fanart#kai messy art#askeladd my beloved#i love him#he keeps me up at night#he makes me feel things#askeladd in suit makes my heart goes woo#1920 Askeladd
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Whatever you do, don’t think about how happy Sifo-Dyas must have been that last time with Dooku on Serenno. He’d been fired as a Seeker, lost his seat on the Jedi Council, had the worst rounds of visions of his life, and finally, finally, someone is listening to him, someone believes him, someone gets it.
He’s back with his best friend who promised to help him save the galaxy, like the two of them were made to do together. Like they always knew they were going to do.
#dooku's life is a series of moments where it seems like he is posed to make a narratively heroic choice that brings everything back together#and then instead he does the moral equivalent of falling down a flight of stairs and landing on his stupid face#but really this shit keeps me up at night#I mean the fact that Sifo-Dyas even went back to Dooku AGAIN after the finale of Dooku: Jedi Lost is kind of remarkable#remarkably dumb I mean godbless but that's a different post#I really want to write their last meeting as a happy fic where nothing changes in the plot it's just happy and then it ends#dooku#sifo dyas
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OMGGG Your latest smut fic is so amazing!!! The smut is absolutely delicious! but....the angst is breaking my heart so...could you please write a continuation or part two where the reader confronts Aventurine's dark internal thoughts and comforts them? A fic where they actually get him to believe that they love him for real, where they tell him that he's not a monster and that he wasn't ruining them.
You've got it ! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Aventurine x Reader
You treat Aventurine with more respect than he deserves. (Part 2)
Read part 1 here !
CW: dehumanisation (internal, thoughts Aventurine has of himself, referring to himself as a “monster”), lots of mentions of death, passively suicidal Aventurine, violent imagery (through metaphors, nobody is actually physically harmed), intrusive thoughts, Aventurine thinks kind of vicious things about you (refers to you as "stupid", "brainless", "naive" etc), cursing.
Lmk if there’s anything else I should warn about !!
Small note: Spoiler alert sorry, but you will not completely fix Aventurine in this fic. Making any real progress would take YEARS. The trauma he's gone through and his beliefs about his own humanity are EXTREMELY deep-seated, just one conversation would not be enough to make him truly believe he was loved. Super sorry since I'm sure that's not what you wanted (you specifically requested they "truly get him to believe that they love him for real", but this does still end on a hopeful note so I hope you won't be too disappointed (•ᴗ•,, ) )
Sometimes Aventurine gains enough clarity to remember where he stands. More importantly, he gains enough clarity to remember where you should stand. That is to say, as far away from him as possible. Unfortunately, you are never keen on doing that.
In these moments of clarity, he distances himself. If you won’t do it, he has to. He needs to. He needs to even when he can feel the little pieces of him that you’ve managed to haphazardly glue together splinter into tiny shards again, even when it feels like every step away is a step walked on shattered glass. He can hardly be called a ‘person’ anyways, what does his suffering matter? He has already lost so many good things, why not add another loss to the tally?
He reads your texts, but he doesn’t respond. He hangs up on you the moment you call. By doing this, he makes sure you know he is alive. Both because he knows it would devastate you if you thought he died, but even more so to make sure you know he is intentionally ignoring you. He hopes at least some part of you hates him. He thinks part of him hates you.
But he can never stay away for long. Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. Thoughts of you always cloud his mind too much to do what is right. He reminds himself he will destroy you. He comes back anyways. He is too selfish not to.
And you welcome him with open arms every time. Sure, sometimes you yell. Sometimes you berate him. Sometimes you cry. But he never does something beyond the bounds of what you’ll forgive, even though he tries to. You’re patient to a fault. Though he feels bad, he never takes it fully seriously, because you always hold him with so much sweetness, even when your words are filled with righteous anger and justified hurt. You always end it by reminding him that you love him. Something clenches in his chest; something that is not his heart, because he has none. He claims he is sorry, but you both know he will do this again. He always does. You know he will hurt you over and over, even if you don’t know the extent. You know he will test you, that he will ignore you, that he will cling to you and that he will taunt you. You don’t know he will drag his claws through you and tear you to ribbons; you don’t know he will sink his teeth into your neck and drink all your blood; you don’t know he will lure you to sea and drown you. You are never aware of the true danger you are in.
Maybe that’s why you one day feel comfortable enough to corner the creature that has taken on the appearance of a lover. You sit down next to him in bed one evening after one of his many attempts to push you away, your expression grim. You look straight ahead, right into his dead eyes, unaware that a monster is towering over you.
“We can’t go on like this,” you say. For one moment, the crushing relief and devastation threatens to consume him, and he’s not sure which of the feelings is stronger. For one moment he can’t breathe.
He hacks our a laugh, his skin straining. Something is shifting beneath his flesh, something ugly and dangerous. He needs to leave and he needs to do it quickly.
“You’re right, we can’t,” he agrees, his voice a lot more steady than he feels. He feels the urge to grab you and shake you until you pass out. He feels the urge to suck out your life force until your body is an empty husk. He feels the urge to slam your head into the bathroom sink in the next room over. He feels the urge to shoot himself in the head, because he does not want to do any of that.
“I love you,” you say, unexpectedly. Or maybe it’s not unexpected. You always say such stupid, brainless things. (You say it with sweetness. The only sweetness he can offer in return is the sweetness of bacteria digesting rotting meat. Is the flesh his, or will it be yours?) He laughs again.
“I thought we were breaking up,” he says. Smirking, as if it’s funny. (It isn’t.)
“No, we’re really not,” you say firmly. He snorts.
“Maybe we should.”
You don’t answer. Instead, you come closer.
Get away, he thinks. Run, you fucking idiot.
You don’t have many flaws, but the ones you do have are insurmountably big. You are too forgiving, you are too kind, you are too selfless, you are too naive. You will kill yourself doing this one day. You will let him kill you.
Your arms wrap around him. He can’t help but relax. The thing lurking under his human disguise grows more restless.
“I don’t hate you,” you say, unexpectedly. And this one really is unexpected, because what made you say that? Your arms squeeze around him tighter. “I thought I was being obvious enough about that, but you’re so bad at understanding it.”
The feeling he has is the same as the feeling he gets when he realises a deal is going awry. You are the highest risk stakes he has ever made a bet on: will he ruin you, or will you ruin him? What you could do to him is so much more serious than death. He knows that he is holding a losing hand. He doesn’t even know what he stands to win.
You kiss his neck. He shudders.
“Why are you so scared of me?” you ask.
Scared? He is not scared. What an outright laughable concept. Neither of you are scared, but if one of you was, it should be you, but you aren’t, for some reason.
“What gives you that idea?” he chuckles, but his voice is not as steady this time, and he can feel his smile slipping. (What is wrong with him? He doesn’t want to think about it. The answer is always ‘everything’.)
“Your hand is shaking.”
It is, but that is not because he is afraid. Fear is a human response, borne from the desire to live. It is instinctual. It means kicking and screaming, it means clawing your way out of hell for the chance to see another day, it means fighting for the life you don’t want to end. He cannot die, you see. Death cannot occur twice. Just because his body reacts, that does not necessarily mean he can truly fear any longer.
(Then again, maybe his reaction does not come from the thought of his death.)
“I’m not scared,” he says, and his voice sounds a lot weaker than he had expected. You pull him closer, cradling his head against the crook of your neck. His blood is pulsing too quickly.
“It would be okay if you were,” you murmur. “I know you don’t know how to be loved. That’s okay. I’ll teach you. You just have to let me.”
Squash. Slice. Tear.
Maybe you are the monster. He can feel your claws prying his chest open; he can feel your teeth dig into his flesh; he can feel something that is not air fill his lungs. The biggest difference between you and him is that he devours, while you give. You painfully shove something back into the cavity meant to contain his soul, you pump blood back into his system, and you fill whatever gaps are left in him with something that is first cold but quickly warms.
(He realises, belatedly, that something is pumping inside his chest again. But it can’t be a heart, can it? He lost that so long ago.)
“I’ll kill you,” he manages through gritted teeth, claws digging into your shirt. It is not a threat. It is not a warning. It is just the truth.
“You think too much,” you admonish him. Your tone is as gentle as your words are cutting. “I wish you would trust me more. You’re so determined to ruin your own life, and I don’t like it.”
“That’s just how I am. Deal with it or leave.”
“I’ll deal with it, then.”
Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. He will destroy you. But you accept it.
He has tried time and time again to push you away, but he is weak. So incorrigibly weak, and though your flaws are insurmountable, his are all-consuming. He is a monster in all the ways that matter. But you stubbornly will not leave despite that.
(Maybe that makes him a little more willing to try to change his nature. Just a little. Just for you. If you will not leave anyways, maybe he could try to make his presence a little less torturous.)
“Just… please stop ignoring me,” you sigh, nuzzling into his hair. Tenderly, tenderly, tenderly, so tenderly it makes his skin crawl. Your claws are softly piercing into him and he is helpless, unable (unwilling) to fight back. “I can deal with everything else. I just hate it when you do that. I can’t keep going weeks without speaking to you. I know you have some kind of… weird ideas that I’d be better off without you, but that’s not true. I love you, and I love being around you. I can’t help you when you cut me off at every corner.”
Cut, slice, slash.
Something in him breaks. Something he knows cannot be salvaged. Something he knows you would not want to salvage. Something he is not sure if he wants to salvage either, now that it is broken anyways.
He breathes a shaky breath, his fingers — his fingers, not claws, not this time — digging into your back. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and he does not feel the urge to bite down. Though his eyes feel wet, it would not be enough water to drown you.
He knows your line of logic is wrong. He knows the fact remains unchanged: he is a monster of a man. He will ruin you. But maybe your presence sparks enough electricity to keep his heart pumping, just for a little while, and maybe he can wait until things actually start going downhill before he lets you go. Maybe he can remember how to be a human for a bit, maybe he can pretend he is.
“I just… don’t want to do something I can’t take back,” he whispers. “Not with you. You’re the… the only good thing I have left. I don’t know what I’d do if I…”
“That’s sweet, but I’m not as weak as you think I am,” you reply. “I’ve held out this long, haven’t I? Put more faith in me.”
He smiles.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
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#[rawbin]#[aventurine]#[rawbin fanfic]#[by me]#aventurine x reader#Tried some sort of weird monster metaphor by bringing up werewolf vampire and siren imagery idk if that worked out the way I wanted but -#whatever part of the process is making weird decisions and learning what did and didn't work out#Not entirely happy with this but I wasn't with the previous part either so yolo I don't have the patience to scrap this and start over#Tried to make the dialogue sound like things real actual human being would say but idk if I succeeded#Especially when reader reassures him what person actually speaks so eloquently ?? not me that's for sure#And the part where Aventurine is like “😢 i-i-i don't w-w-wanna hurt you pookiebear!!!” he would not say that straight out#but whatever I'm tired and I can tell I will not be finding the motivation to work for this one more night#plsss continue sendinf requests guys it makes me happy#Currently working on qpps Aventurine (whoever sent that request I actually love you)#(reason it's taking so long is because I've written so much in the tumblr app and my phone keeps overheating so I need to take breaks HELP)#(I've learnt my lesson and will try to stick to writing in my notes app when I suspect I might write a lot <3)#Jesus these tags are an essay sorry I just CANNOT shut up I looove speaking I love it love it love it#aventurine honkai star rail#aventurine hsr#aventurine star rail#hsr aventurine#aventurine#aventurine fanfic#reader x aventurine#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#hsr x you#hsr x reader#hsr#star rail
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if you're wondering why bob is here it's bc in the original villareal story there was a very minor background detail that diego lobo and bob pancakes dated in college and broke up tragically and that's where the story peaked. so i included him it's still canon
thank you for these it was so fun!!!!!!!!!!!!
i did these in my this is the fall sim style so i'm thinking. if they exist in this universe what's all their opinions on the 'did jacques do it' situation. let's take a look
don: saw a photo of jacques's wife on the news during the investigation. said "whoa mama that's a hot babe!" like johnny bravo and did not read the headline. does not know anything about it still.
vlad: well he's psychic he could figure out the truth if he actually cared. and he has!
olive: obviously respects it. except for the getting investigated part, would never happen to her.
diego: does not think jacques did it but enjoys the tabloids. knows other rich people personally who he thinks have killed their spouses
morgyn: will post things like "friendly reminder that j*cques v*llareal literally killed his wife and is a billionaire so maybe don't go to one of their hotels" on tumblr and will then do a call out post about like a fanfic writer who wrote an unhealthy relationship with more severity
pascal: knows conspiracy theories and this one is bullshit. or maybe it just doesn't interest him as much as aliens and that's why he thinks that
jeb: has a very "well of course he did. them rich folk can do whatever they want. there ain't no hope for the rest of us" while kicking a can down the road approach
bob: thinks he did it. is very alarmed that it was brushed off. eliza's like bob book the hotel and he's like am i going crazy. does anyone hear me.
#olive and pascal do NOT exist in this is the fall strangetown has their own universe but it's still fun#i really need to finish remaking all of strangetown#for the record human vlad works for the company high up he knows jacques. he keeps his feelings on the matter private.#but anyway yes bob and diego. both from small towns met in college. diego was in drag and bob thought he was a woman#then was still attracted to him out of drag and had a months long spiral about his sexuality it was a thing#they just wanted different things. it wouldn't have worked. bob likes small towns. he wanted to stay and have a house and a family#diego wanted the exact opposite. they had to part ways. bob still thinks about him laying awake at night. kind of a lot#bob is like he probably doesn't think about me at all anymore he's definitely moved on. no diego thinks about him a lot too#the ones that got away#ts4#ts4 cas#ts4 edit#the sims 4#townie makeover#townie makeovers#don lothario#vladislaus straud#olive specter#diego lobo#morgyn ember#pascal curious#jeb harris#bob pancakes#this is the fall: extras
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My job is burning around me and I’m only seen as an expendable cog in a giant corporate machine, but at least I have Helpy to lend a brightly colored hand!!! <3
#am I talking about fazbear entertainment or my irl job? nobody knows#what I do know is today I found out we’re getting a salary increase freeze for 6 months at least#which in corporate speak probably means a year or more#and restructuring of the company may happen after that#who needs a livable wage? not me obviously#anyway I just needed my small pink boy to cheer me up and it helped a lil#it was fun drawing his blush that way I may keep doing that. hehe#and he must have pretty pink eyeshadow#I’ll be all good in a few days just processing my life asmkcpjsdklc#my baby bear my little skrunkly guy…..#I need a plush of him to kiss on the forehead…#fnaf#fnaf help wanted#help wanted 2#five nights at freddy's#helpy#fnaf helpy#art
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