#he’s so deeply unwell it’s beautiful
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thinking about how basimloki has deeply held trauma about himself and his children being imprisoned. and then how basim loses his mind when hytham is captured in the golden city that he risks his life, the mission, and the integrity of the brotherhood itself to get him back
#he’s so frightened about it he fights hytham#he’s so deeply unwell it’s beautiful#hytham & basim#mirage spoilers#ac mirage#ac valhalla#imagine having trauma so deep it manifest as a djinn#then imagine your worst fear ever (pseudo son gets captured) happen again#i need that scene from basim’s pov i need him to be eldritch in both his terror and rage#over the boy who had faith in him before he was loki#the young man who is so much like the basim from before#being captured#oh I’m so normal tonight fellas#meta
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if i look at john locke's psyche for longer than 45 seconds i'll have a hyperempathy overload and have a demonic fit on my floor
#kicking and screaming and talking backwards and such#he's deeply unwell and i don't know what to say about it. like i dunno how to EXPLAIN it to ppl who dunno#just. just watch lost. holy shit#season 1 is like a slow burn of realising oh wait this wise old sage character is so so mentally unwell#and it just keeps getting worse. i love it#love how jack's character growth entails him becoming more insane than locke. thats beautiful
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lesmand truly is one of the pairings ever in a way because lestat looks at armand and is like wow he is so so beautiful. and then armand opens his mouth and lestat instantly is like oh my freak has been vastly surpassed [shoving his bf and mom into his purse] i need to leave right now immediately
#nat.txt#lestat voice he is so beautiful. and so deeply deeply unwell in the head#coincidentally this is also how i talk about armand but i also love him in my heart and soul and would tell him that#they are so tender in memnoch though.............. little tough guy [bursts into tears]#iwtv lb
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HUBSBANDS OF RIVER SONG
#FUUUUCK I LOVE THEM !!!#I LOVE THEM !!!!!!!!!#LOVE THEM LOVE THEM LVER YGREGRETMGREYRGEHJGREHJRGEREMRHJGMERMHEGRJHMEGRMHJEGRHJENGRHJEGRBEHJNFRGEVRGHEVMR MGEHV#peter capaldi most beautiful smile in the world alex kingston most beautiful laugh......#FUCKING HELLLLL I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH RAGHGHGHHHHHHHHHH#they way they laugh in the snow...... their ridiculous banter........ teh look on his face when he realises she really doesnt know who he i#i am. deeply unwell.
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After the death of his dad, the next time Gabriel hears "I'm proud of you" or "I love you" is about 5 years later from Alex in Camp Forlorn hope. Gabe probably stares at him blankly for a good 30 seconds trying to keep his shit together, the Alex is like "Hey? You okay there?" Gabe opens his mouth to respond and just unable to hold it all back and starts sobbing. The dam just breaks.
#those are the two things he wants to hear beyond anything else#hes been through so so much and just wants SOMEONE to love him and be proud of him#the concept of someone loving him is scary but he wants it more than hes afraid of it#Yes im shipping Gabe with a random ass NPC#my beautiful and powerful mind knows no bounds#cynical previously idealistic doctor whose whitty and funny but secretly struggling with the burdens places upon him paired with#a deeply disturbed and mentally unwell young priest who just desperately wants to be loved and be useful ?#sign me UP sign me up#oc: Gabriel
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went back into bilibili after a while and started watching through my old saved videos and oh... i remember why i was so unwell about bai choufei for those few months in 2021
#asto speaks#what was that thing i said#sex appeal inversely proportional to mental stability#HES SO. argh#the problem is that once i become unwell about someones voice theres no going back#i dont know WHY i obsess over voices specifically so easily and so hard but here we are#liu yunings voice... chefs kiss#honestly i did really like that hairstyle he got after turning evil that everyone kept making fun of#hes just so PRETTY honestly hes prettier with that silly hair style no im not taking comments at this time#especially with the white streak. my poor pathetic war criminal#also like bcf smiles so much more after turning evil and you look into his eyes and theres just something deeply wrong with him#look im like. more normal about him now than i was last year but like#lyn is still the only person whos ever made me go 'hes so pretty im gonna start crying'#im specifically referring to that one (1) outfit from the truth s1e3#first time i understood what contrapoints meant by someone being so beautiful theyre painful to look at#hm i should go rewatch the truth at some point but also i dont want to put my friends through me being unwell on main again KSDJFHKSDJHF
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wanderer in his season of healing makes me so happy. i love that he is safe enough to become softer again, that he is regaining some of his previously “weak” attributes and finding peace with them. he is becoming measured and introspective, and thinking before he speaks, perhaps a result of both his healing and his melancholy; i think it’s beautiful that he is finally able to safely feel his sadness and process the things that have happened. he is simultaneously finding peace and feeling all the difficult emotions he previously consumed with anger. it is painful, but right.
his sense of humor is still intact, certainly rough around the edges as you’d expect, though much less biting than before. it’s easy to tell that most anything aggressive he says is a front, a front that he is no longer concerned with presenting as absolute truth. perhaps the front is his sense of humor, and his affection is all thinly veiled behind jabs and sour grumbles—he is not willing to divulge the intimate details of that, however, preferring to leave it up to interpretation.
i just think of him and his healing and i feel like if he were to fall in love, it would be such a sweet and gentle and quiet sort of thing, just like his newfound peace. he ponders over many things, brooding by himself as much as he can, though he occasionally allows space for others to brood with him. that, i think, is something unique he may grow in. there are people who cannot tolerate strong emotions in themselves and certainly not in others—but he is the kind of person who can. he is the kind of person you could sit with and exist in your sadness and just be sad, and that’s okay. he’s not offering words of comfort or anything, but he doesn’t need to. anything he’d say would be useless anyways, he knows what it’s like and knows that a presence is enough and existing in your emotions safely is enough. he can appreciate someone who is straightforward about feeling unwell, who doesn’t seek pity, who is alright with sitting in the mud. he will gladly sit with you, then, as long as you don’t expect him to get all mushy about things.
he would do well falling in love quietly, not having to beat around the bush. naturally, pieces would fall into place, and he’d find himself yearning to be in the presence of another in a way he’d never before experienced. he had never really wanted to be around anyone, had never sought out anyone’s presence. but once he has been treated gently, has fallen softly into the arms of a likened soul who has the patience and understanding to touch his rough edges without recoiling, he finds his third space being with this new safe person.
and despite his reluctance to be anything but mysterious and nonchalant, i believe wanderer in his healing season would become quite the romantic. not in the sappy sense, but in the quiet love sense i’ve been talking about. firm and protective, subtle and gentle, almost gentlemanlike if it weren’t for his falsely rotten attitude he enjoyed projecting. romantic in a princely way, in a reverently respectful way, in a grotesquely wholesome way.
only the most chaste touches and kisses; he’s still getting used to affection, and would abhor pda. in private he’s much more open to being touched, because he is safe. if he is not safe, he is deeply conditioned to be conscious of his vulnerabilities, and it’s something that will take a lot of time to override, if even at all. but it’s a massive and beautiful step that he is even willing to receive affection at all, that he would want it from a partner in any amount.
hates eye contact, likes playing with hands. likes tracing veins and creases in skin and freckles and scars; he finds them fascinating, as he has nothing of the sort on his artificial body. one of his unique ways he shows affection is what could be called “studying” you. he likes to brood (with you there; perhaps it could be called parallel brooding) and take your arm and trace all the splotches, imperfections, veins, tendons he can find. he likes to touch more than he likes to be touched i think. perhaps he becomes amusingly selfish in this way. perhaps he is more averse to receiving than giving the affection because his disgust towards himself still lingers. perhaps he still has harmful core beliefs to unlearn.
i think he is full of a love that is strong and quiet, a love that he gives so sparingly, and only in pieces, never all at once. unless, that is, someone comes along and manages to drag it all out like a magnet—his carefully crafted exterior is in pieces, just like that! but oh, once someone is in possession of his love, he begins to know them so intimately, more intimately than he lets on. he so deeply knows who he loves and he knows how to give and to take action and so he does it, silently, for he is adept at perceiving the needs of his loved ones. reading body language and facial expressions is second nature to him at this point; nothing can get past him.
he studies you wordlessly with the expression of a cat who loves and reveres its human, except it’s the kind of cat who believes it owns the human, not the other way around. you’re his responsibility that he has taken on like an extension of himself because he loves you, and you have loved him, and now he hardly wants you out of his sight. his journey of rediscovery and learning self acceptance has been mentally and emotionally arduous, but ever since you came in and made loving him seem so easy, he’s felt much more at peace, and has had the capacity to reflect and process with much more freedom to sincerely feel.
stupid fictional character i hate him i hate him so much he is not real and i hate him
#just a bunch of thoughts. idk#i had a specific image in my head that invoked a specific feeling in me and i had hoped to arrticulate it and im not sure if i succeeded#its just that i think he would be so soft in his season of healing. i feel like a lot of people still mischaracterize him when we have been#witnessing him regain his capacity to be vulnerable and i just . if he were to fall in love it would be so . sweet. so good#i can only see him as this quiet introspective avoidant little specimen and i love him and he would be so lovely in love and loving someone#and being loved#mujimumbled#scaramouche#wanderer#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x you#drabble#wanderer drabble#character study#genshin impact scaramouche#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin writing
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As all of you, I'm obviously unwell after seeing Lucius and Pete's reunion, but there's a detail that kills me in this very moment
It's not the absolute lovestruck smile Lucius has. It's not the way he closes his eyes and completely leans into Pete. IT'S HIS FACE AFTER THAT
It shocked me right as I saw it. This is beyond relief. This is beyond happiness. He's so infatuated with Pete and the fact that he just said "I love all of it" holds so much meaning. I think in some way Lucius was scared Pete wouldn't like this new version of himself (not just the beard), because he's well aware that he's different. He's anxious, he's angry, he's broken (yes I fully believe he meant himself when he said that to Stede). And yet, Pete goes above and beyond to show him he loves him regardless, no matter how he looks or talks because it's him, and that's all. He loves him so deeply that he never misses a chance to say something beautiful to him. Because Pete truly thinks he's worth it.
God I love them. This is THEIR season.
#lucius spriggs#black pete#lupete#lucius x pete#i think that's the ship name idk#they're making me post on main#they live in my mind rent free#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd spoilers#ofmd s2#hells originals#my silly little headcanons
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Could I request a Tav that has a gorgeous sibling, that has stolen at least one of Tav's lovers in the past, and tries to put the moves on one of the boys when they get back to the city?
ooohooohoooooooooo I love this
Gale:
The library at Candlekeep was a sanctuary of knowledge and tranquility. Gale was engrossed in a tome, his mind deep in the arcane intricacies of a spell when he heard the soft padding of footsteps approaching. He looked up to see your sister, a vision of beauty with her hair cascading in waves and eyes that sparkled with mischief.
"Gale," she purred, stepping closer. "I've always admired your intellect and… other qualities."
Gale arched an eyebrow, sensing the underlying tone of her words. He had heard about her previous antics and was prepared to be anything but tolerable. "Is there something you need?" he asked, keeping his tone polite but distant.
She moved closer, her fingers brushing against his arm. "I was hoping we could get to know each other better," she murmured, leaning in as if to kiss him.
Gale stepped back, his expression one of clear distaste. "You must be joking," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "The very idea that I would be interested in you rather than dear Y/N is frankly laughable."
Her eyes flashed with surprise and embarrassment. "But… why?" she stammered.
Gale's gaze softened slightly, but his resolve remained firm. "Because I love them," he stated simply. "And nothing you could offer would ever tempt me away from them."
With that, he turned back to his book, chuckling to himself, leaving your sister standing there, her cheeks burning with humiliation. You walked in, a brow cocked at your sister, wondering why she looked distressed and it didn't take you long to piece together why.
Smugly, you strode over to Gale, placing your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him, kissing his neck. Gale flustered but reciprocated and your sister quickly left to leave you to your private moment.
"I love you," You told him between kisses.
"I love you more." Gale smiled and held you closer. Your sister long forgotten.
Halsin:
Halsin was tending to his herbs and potions in the corner of the camp, his hands moving deftly as he worked. Your brother approached, a feigned look of distress on his face.
"Halsin, I feel so unwell," he said, clutching his stomach dramatically. "Could you please help me?"
Halsin glanced up, his keen eyes immediately recognizing the act. "Of course," he replied, though his tone carried a hint of skepticism. Especially as this was only one of your brother's latest acts. "What seems to be the problem?"
Your brother stumbled forward, leaning heavily on Halsin. "I just need some… intimate attention," he said, his voice dripping with insinuation.
Halsin's brow furrowed in confusion and then realization. He gently but firmly pushed your brother away, his expression one of clear rejection. "I'm afraid you're mistaken if you think I would fall for such a ruse," he said, his voice calm but stern.
"But Halsin, surely you could make an exception," your brother pressed, trying to regain his footing. "I know nature calls to you just as it calls to me, primally."
"It does," Halsin shook his head, his eyes unwavering. "But my heart belongs to your sibling. They are the one I care for deeply, and I will not be swayed by your attempts," he said firmly. "Now, if you are truly unwell, I will help you. But if not, I suggest you leave."
Your brother's face turned red with embarrassment, and he quickly retreated, his plan thwarted. As he walked away you approached Halsin, no words needed to be exchanged and you relaxed in his embrace, knowing that his heart was yours, and yours was his.
Wyll:
Wyll was in the middle of practicing his swordplay near the camp when your sister approached, her eyes gleaming with mischief and intent. She had a reputation for causing trouble, and Wyll had heard the stories, but he always gave people the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh, Wyll," she exclaimed suddenly, her voice filled with a dramatic tone. "I feel so faint!" She staggered forward, pretending to swoon, and Wyll, ever the gentleman, instinctively moved to catch her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
She batted her eyelashes at him and clung to his arm, her face inching closer to his. "Oh, Wyll, you’re so strong and handsome. How could I ever resist you?" She leaned in for a kiss.
Wyll's eyes widened in realization, and he immediately pulled back, letting her drop unceremoniously to the ground. "What are you doing?" he asked, a mixture of confusion and disgust in his voice.
Your sister looked up at him, shocked and embarrassed. "I thought—"
Wyll shook his head, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "You thought I would choose you over my love? The very idea is laughable. My heart belongs to them, and nothing you do can change that."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her sitting in the dirt, her face red with humiliation.
Astarion:
Astarion was sharpening his daggers by the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames, when your sibling approached, their steps deliberate and their eyes predatory. Astarion glanced up, sensing their presence, but he kept his focus on his task.
"Hello, Astarion," they purred, their voice dripping with false sweetness. "I hear you're quite the expert in, shall we say, matters of blood?" They extended their arm, a small cut visible on their wrist. "Care to help me clean up?"
Astarion's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring slightly. He could smell the desperation and deceit. He leaned closer, his expression turning from mild interest to utter revulsion. "Your blood stinks," he said bluntly, pushing their arm away.
They recoiled, shocked and offended. "What did you just say?"
Astarion stood up, his gaze cold and piercing. "I said, your blood stinks. And more importantly, you disgust me. Do you really think I would prefer you over my beloved? The very idea is laughable."
He turned away, leaving them standing there, their face flushed with shame and anger, the sting of his words lingering in the air. "Oh darling you would never guess what just happened-"
Rolan:
Rolan was busy studying his spellbook, completely immersed in his magical studies, when your sister approached, her intentions clear to everyone but him. They sat down next to him, leaning in far closer than necessary.
"Rolan," she whispered, their breath brushing against his ear. "I've always admired your intellect. Maybe you could teach me a few things… in private?"
Rolan looked up from his book, blinking in confusion. "Huh? Oh, sure, I can teach you some spells if you want," he said absentmindedly, turning back to his book.
They placed a hand on his thigh, leaning even closer. "I was thinking of something more… personal."
It took a moment for the implications to register, but when they did, Rolan's eyes widened, and he burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, his laughter echoing through sorcerous sundries.
"You… you really think I'd be interested in you?" he gasped between laughs. "That's hilarious! Oh gods, that's rich. You should be a comedian at the Elfsong!"
Your sister's face turned bright red with humiliation and anger. "But—"
Rolan wiped the tears from his eyes, still chuckling. "Oh, please. The very idea that I would choose you over Y/N is laughable. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some actual important things to do."
He turned back to his book, leaving them fuming and embarrassed, her plan thoroughly thwarted. He was still laughing to himself when he returned to the tower and you looked up in him at confusion yet he wouldn't tell you what happened, just suggested that you should skip your trip to your sister's next month:
Raphael:
The elegant and opulent atmosphere of the Hells always had an air of temptation and danger. Raphael lounged in his luxurious chamber, a goblet of fine wine in his hand, when your brother approached with a sly smile.
"Raphael, I've heard so much about your… unique talents," he said, his voice smooth and seductive. "Perhaps we could make a special deal, just between us."
Raphael's eyes flickered with amusement and disdain. "Oh? And what could you possibly offer that would interest me?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Your brother moved closer, his intentions clear. "Anything you desire," he whispered, leaning in.
Raphael laughed, a sound both melodious and menacing. He pushed your brother away with a flick of his wrist, sending him sprawling. "You really think I would choose you over your sibling?" he scoffed. "The idea is utterly laughable."
Your brother's face flushed with anger and humiliation. "But I thought—"
"You thought wrong," Raphael interrupted, his tone icy. "My interest lies solely with them. You are nothing but a poor imitation."
With that, Raphael dismissed your brother with a wave of his hand, turning his attention back to his wine, his loyalty to you unshakable.
Hope y'all enjoy this - Seluney xoxo
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 tav#baldurs gate tav#baldurs gate iii#astarion ancunin#gale dekarios x reader#baldurs gate gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#gale x tav#tav#gale dekarios x tav#baldurs gate astarion#astarion#astarion x reader#astarion bg3#rolan x reader#bg3 rolan#rolan#raphael the cambion#raphael baldur's gate 3#bg3 raphael#raphael bg3#raphael#raphael x tav#bg3 raphael x tav#raphael x reader#bg3 raphael x reader
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Would BSD men sacrifice their true love for the sake of the world, or would they let the world burn?
I know you are on a break for a while, so feel free to reply any time you feel like replying. However, I do sincerely wish you are resting properly and eating well. You are being missed and appreciated, our dearest Snow White, who is as beautiful and graceful as her name!
-🛵🌻
Awww, you’re flattering me, 🛵🌻-anon! Thank you so much. ♥️ Please forgive me for keeping some of these brief without much explanation—I’m still unwell. 🥺♥️
Please keep in mind that my requests are actually closed! I made an exception because this one intrigued me.♥️
Would BSD men sacrifice their true love for the sake of the world, or would they let the world burn?
Featured characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Nikolai Gogol, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.
BSD MEN x fem!reader
I know this might surprise many of you, but I believe FYODOR might actually be capable of sacrificing the world for his darling. While we don’t know much about him, we do know he is intensely focused on his singular goal and unwaveringly confident in it. However, love is unpredictable—it can make even the most logical person act irrationally. Fyodor, being a semi-canon yandere and canonically willing to gift his darling an entire country as a Valentine’s Day present, shows that he could prioritise his darling in unexpected ways.
Though he is detached and calculative, this doesn’t necessarily mean his obsession lies solely with his ideal world and not his darling. His perception of love likely wouldn’t be romantic or warm—after all, this is Fyodor we’re talking about—but that doesn’t make it any less consuming. If he were to sacrifice the world, it would likely appear to be a practical, impersonal decision on the surface, though it would stem from deeply personal feelings.
Of course, his darling would have to bear the burden of being his weakness, paying the price for making him burn the world down for her.
DAZAI doesn't see a reason to live and has a complicated inner moral compass —if he even has one at all. If he were to find another reason to live beyond his darling, he might let the world burn to protect that purpose. Otherwise, he would likely choose to sacrifice his darling along with himself, as he would want to die together with them.
In doing so, he would simultaneously honour Odasaku's dying wish to save innocent people and do good, while also fulfilling his own desire for a double suicide—albeit in a twisted and tragic way.
CHUUYA… my beloved Chuuya. He would sacrifice you for the sake of the world, but not without crying his heart out in the process. He’s someone who carries his heart on his sleeve, no matter how much he tries to mask it with his tough exterior. This decision wouldn’t just break him—it would shatter him. He’d be haunted by the memory of what he’d done, the sound of your voice, your smile, and the warmth you brought into his life.
After that, he would never be the same. Chuuya, with all his passion and fire, would lose a part of himself—his joy, his light, and perhaps even his will to keep going. Though he wouldn’t let the world burn for you, his sacrifice would scorch his soul in ways no one else could see. He would shoulder the weight of the decision, carrying it like an eternal wound, always hidden beneath his bravado.
I don’t believe he has it in him to let the entire world burn just to keep you. Chuuya’s sense of duty, his unwavering commitment to the people he cares for, and his understanding of the bigger picture wouldn’t allow him to prioritise one life over billions. But that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t destroy him. Deep down, he’s just a man with a heart far too big for the world he lives in.
Yet, in his own way (or maybe even literally), he would die the day you did. Perhaps he would let himself waste away, quietly fading from the world as he lost the only person who made it feel like home. Or perhaps he would go out in a blaze of fury, throwing himself into battles he knew he wouldn’t return from. Either way, the Chuuya you knew—the one who loved you with all his being—would be gone, leaving only a shadow of the man who once was.
NIKOLAI is an obsessive individual, deeply scarred by trauma, pain, and mental instability. He would undoubtedly let the world burn for his darling. Despite his philosophical outlook, which claims to encompass all of humanity, his approach is ultimately rooted in his own personal experiences and inner struggles. At the end of the day, everything is about him.
His so-called friendship with Fyodor is a prime example of this—he clings to it not because Fyodor is a fascinating person in his own right, but because he believes Fyodor is the only one who truly understands him. Not once have we seen Nikolai genuinely reflect on Fyodor’s goals or thoughts. Similarly, his darling would need to be someone who both understands and cherishes him, which would inevitably drive his romantic obsession with her.
There’s no chance Nikolai would sacrifice his darling for anything. However, after letting the world burn for her, would he ultimately kill her because she understands him better than even Fyodor? The possibility is disturbingly high.
Before meeting the ADA Dazai and Atsushi, AKUTAGAWA would likely have let the world burn for his darling without hesitation. His overwhelming need for validation, coupled with his devotion to those he holds dear, would drive him to extreme lengths, prioritising his personal attachments above all else. His harsh upbringing and struggles for survival have made him fiercely protective of those who matter to him, making it plausible that he would abandon the world for his darling’s sake.
However, after his experiences with Atsushi, Akutagawa would find himself in a moral dilemma. These encounters push him to question his black-and-white worldview, challenging him to consider the value of broader ideals like justice, compassion, and sacrifice for the greater good. His budding respect for Atsushi and his complex, unresolved feelings toward Dazai would weigh heavily on his conscience, creating an internal struggle.
While he may still feel a deep, almost obsessive desire to protect his darling at any cost, the lessons he’s learned would make him pause.
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Crying the club for Raud because like. MC used to eat his peas for him and say it was because they liked peas (they didn't). MC used to tease him but take care of him. He doesn't remember. He doesn't remember that he was once loved so innocently and gently. Two children giggling together in the snow, one following after the other, the other always looking back to make sure that he's still there. Oh, I'm so unwell. I'M SO UNWELL AND MY MC EVEN MORE SO ಥ_ಥ
Exactly. I love the angst I'm currently cooking up.
To me, it’s even more heartbreaking because I know what’s coming when Raud finally remembers his past—especially his mother. Oh, guys, it’s going to be devastating. In some ways, I feel like it might be kinder for Raud to not remember at all. If he forgets, at least he won’t have to bear the pain of mourning someone he loved so deeply.
This is a very beautiful dilemma that will show up in this game. Will you help him remember his past no matter how much it hurts, or will you willingly keep it hidden, sparing him of more pain? Which one is better for him? And is ignorance truly bliss?
Idk. That's your problem, not mine. :D
#thewrothode#raud#/#interactive fiction#interactive if#interactive game#interactive novel#interactive-if#dashingdon#if game
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A — Affection;
In a touch, in a glance, in a simple gesture, you know how deeply Simon cares for you. He hopes you do, because he can’t always find the words but will swallow past the stones of them if you need to hear it.
He would do anything for you, don’t you know that? You brought out some undiscovered need in him to protect and cherish and provide. If he finds you at home laying down in the dark because you’re feeling unwell, he’ll ask if there’s anything he can get for you in the softest of tones. Closing the curtains, bringing you a glass of water and some ibuprofen, he assures you not to worry about dinner or putting gas in your car for tomorrow, he’ll take care of it. If it’s your period cramps, he’ll get out the heating pad and run to the shop to get your favorite snacks and sweets and won’t take it personally if you snap at him over something trivial. Whatever he can do to make your life easier, he will try his best to think of. That’s the best way Simon knows how to show that he wants to take care of you and prioritizes your wellbeing.
In the realm of physical touch, Simon’s hand, in the beginning of your relationship, was not so guided by certainty and purpose as it would come to be. What did it mean, to hold hands and impart kisses? To have his scars traced and his nose nuzzled by the tip of yours? And when you laid beside him and said his name in the dark like it meant something more? Your soft and flowing affection sent shudders through him each time, and you were so patient and discerning with his bewilderment. Simon came to understand what it was you stirred in him: it was a butterfly trapped inside his chest whenever he was with you. The sunshine and nectar and soft breeze of your tenderness succored his soul and placed him under a foreign spell, and touching you becomes something he cannot help himself to.
He’ll stroke your cheek at times when he finds your face so pretty, he doesn’t know what to do about it. If your hair falls a certain way he’ll reach out and twirl it between his fingers. You’re so beautiful to him, he can’t quite believe you’re real. And that’s what touch comes to mean to him: this is real, I am yours, and you are mine.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#cod#*my writing#everytime i post my writing i feel like i'm going to be boo'ed off stage
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Pregnancy—Headcannons
Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader
• Andrew goes through multiple stages:
—> 1. Happiness
—> 2. Excitement
—> 3. Disbelief, wondering if the test is wrong, is it his.
—> 4. Joy, relief, contentment, he knows he’ll be a good father.
—> 5. Love, Andrew is already attached to his baby and he hasn't even met them yet!
• Andrew is over the moon when he finds out his girlfriend's pregnant. He buys her the best baby stuff, is super supportive. He couldn't be happier.
• He would be the sweetest, most supportive boyfriend and future father ever, and he would be so excited for his newborn to arrive.
• He would be patient, reassuring and gentle, and he would always make sure his partner felt supported, comfortable and loved.
—> Andrew was supportive, encouraging, and loving during your pregnancy. He took the burden of household tasks off you. He made sure you were safe, healthy, and well rested when you felt unwell. He rubbed your back to alleviate aches or helped you when you couldn't keep food down.
—> He was excited for your pregnancy and made sure to make you feel your best during this time. He was also there to support you emotionally, keeping you calm and reassuring you that everything was going to be okay.
• But he struggles watching you got through the symptoms of pregnancy. Watching you be sick, not being able to eat what you want, your fatigue and pains.
• Andrew struggles to watch it. To the point that he decided, soon after you started having morning sickness, that he wound not be in the delivery room.
• The sheer idea of you having a c-section has made him physically sick. Not because he doesn’t want to be there, but because he doesn’t want to stress you out during the experience by stressing himself.
—> he just knows he would pass out.
• And he’s so affectionate.He love eachother dearly. He loves your, cares you, cuddles you, rubs your belly, kissing you, and always makes you. laugh.
___ After the Baby is born & During Recovery___
• Andrew loves your baby, kisses baby, holds baby, cuddles baby, plays with baby, holds their hand, sings to them, feeds them, plays with them, carries baby, cuddles when baby’s crying, and makes baby laugh by being a playful silly father.
• Refuses to let you stay up with the baby, to him you’ve just created the miracle of life. Therefor, he bans you from doing anything that isn’t necessary.
—> Andrew takes care of you, he helps you move around because you aren’t able to. He carries you, picks you up, holds you, makes sure you’re alright. Andrew stays with you, cares for you.
—>Andrew makes sure your is alright, Andrew supports you emotionally, mentally, and physically during your healing period.
—> you want food, he’ll make it: you need a shower, he’ll help: you need to feed the baby, fine but you’ll have to do it under his watchful eye.
• He’s so protective of the baby, he wants to be with the baby and his girlfriend at all times, he cuddles the baby, he wants to hold the baby and care for the baby as much as possible.
—> he’s the kind of guy to do skin to skin with the baby to make them comfortable.
• He just wants his baby to be comfy and happy, he wants to feed the baby, burp the baby, he loves the baby so much.
• He’s just incredible in every way.
• He’s so sweet and attentive.
• Andrew is an attentive father who is deeply invested in his child's development and well-being. He's a patient teacher who patiently guides them through their milestones and encourages their exploration.
• He also sets examples of honesty, compassion, and kindness for his child to follow. Andrew is also protective of his child, making sure they're safe and teaching them how to look out for themselves.
• Andew is a caring and supportive dad who loves his child unconditionally. (He’s honestly the most beautiful person, inside and out)
#andrew hozier byrne#hozier x reader#hozier#the hoziest#hozier my beloved#hozier imagine#unreal unearth#hozier fluff#hozier headcanons#headcanon
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There's something that makes me so emotional about the truly unconditional love Ed and Stede have for each other. They always just meet each other where they're at, with so much compassion and understanding and empathy.
Just thinking about the way they slot back together in season 2 is so beautiful. Ed's grumpy with Stede at first, but when Stede compliments him, Ed just can't help but believe him. He can't listen to Stede saying nice things to him and imagine that Stede would be saying them disingenuously or to hurt him. And when Stede hears the stories of what Ed did during the Kraken spiral, Stede knows that Ed was deeply, deeply unwell, and he cleans up his cabin with a profound sadness.
They're so gentle with each other. They love sharing things with each other, just chatting about their day, getting advice and help from each other. They're in love, and they're best friends, and they trust each other so deeply and easily, and it shines through every time they're on screen together.
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ROUND 3 MATCH 18
Dys propaganda:
“Autistic ecoterrorist king - not canonically autistic afaik but he's one of those characters where it's like come on. This is basically canon. He's deeply weird and very distant from most people but if you get close to him he's ride or die, he's quietly adventurous, he says at one point that he feels like he was born in the wrong species, in the prepubescent stage of the game one of the default openers for approaching him is that he's sitting there sorting rocks for fun. I love his weird emo ass <3”
“Maybe I just have a thing for sad emo boys but I immediately loved dys so so much. kind of an outcast boy for the entire game, he feels like he really does fit in with the rest of the colony kids and is honestly pretty upset about people trying to industrialize/destroy the nature of the planet they've landed on because he thinks its so beautiful and they'd be best to just leave things alone and let nature run its course. has a twin sister who's pretty much the exact opposite of him and they both have a kind of jealousy about what the other has (dys thinks everyone thinks his sister is better than him and that everyone likes her more than they like him and wants to feel cared for the way he thinks she is. she feels she has a lot of expectations on her and wishes for the freedom she believes dys has with no expectations or eyes on him) however you can make them kind of bond if you choose to. if you dont date him and kind of if you do he falls in love with a humanoid alien on the planet that the player can also date and be in a polycule. i really just wanna give this boy a hug because he desperately needs one”
Nightowl propaganda:
"VOTE NIGHTOWL MY MENTALLY UNWELL MOMMY ISSUES FUELLED PUPPYBOY BOYTOY TWINK !!!!!!!!!!! MY TELEKINESIS THROWS EVERYTHING ACROSS THE ROOM"
"HE'S SO SPECIAL HE CALLS YOU A BITCH LIKE YEAH DUDE I'M ALSO MEAN WHEN I'M ANGRY ITS OKAY HE'S STUDYING TO BE AN ARCHITECT HES CUTE AND FUNNY AND ENERGETIC HE LIKES PLAYING WOULD YOU RATHER AND JUST TALKING AND HAVING GAME QUIZZES HES PERFECT AND HES FLAWED AND THAT JUST MAKES HIM EVEN MORE PERFECR INSECURE BBY MY LOVE"
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Steve is in love with his alpha, he has the perfect life. He's living the dream, he dotes on his alpha, he keeps a beautiful home and dinner is on the table by 6pm every night.
Everything is just how it's supposed to be.
That is until Steve finds out he's pregnant. He's so excited, he can't wait till his alpha gets home, running up to him with the test in hand and happy tears in his eyes.
But he doesn't get the response he was expecting, instead of dropping to his knees and kissing Steve's still flat stomach, his alpha flies into a rage. He never wanted children, he screams, especially not with him.
Steve feels as if the winds been knocked out of him, he holds a protective arm over his stomach, backs away in fear. Begging for his alpha to change his mind, that surely he doesn't feel that way?
His alpha relents, says he over reacted but as the weeks go by he gets more and more distant until one night he doesn't come home. he's gone for three days before he returns. Steve's been in a panic, his distressed scent fills the house and his alpha coughs and scrunches his nose.
Instead of comfort, Steve is met with his worst nightmare, his alpha breaks their bond and kicks Steve out. he's kind enough to find him a home at the trailer park and give him a couple of grand before officially breaking their bond. Steve manages to keep it together for one whole day, he unpacks his clothes and the couple of personal items his alpha let him keep, before he collapses into his bed.
He has barely any nest, his alpha didn't allow him to take his scent when Steve left. His body aches, he feels sick and sweaty and he can't stop shaking. His stomach cramps and he begins to panic, he can't lose this baby, not after he's lost everything else.
He stays curled up in his bed and prays. Steve doesn't know that his body is sending out pheromones, seeking out the closest available alpha to come and soothe him. His body knows it will lose this baby, going into a mock heat in a bid to find a alpha.
Eddie is drawn to the trailer by the scent, he's full of concern and there is nothing that can stop him from breaking into the trailer.
When Eddie finds Steve, scenting heavily of rejection sickness, pain and most certainly pregnant, Eddie flies into a panic. He runs back to his trailer, gathering an arm full of blankets and pillows from his nest and bringing them back to Steve. The strange hint of heat in Steve's scent doesn't call to Eddie, there is no way he'd have sex with a stranger, especially when they are so clearly unwell.
Eddie doesn't even know this omega's name, so he does the only thing he can think to do and surrounds Steve with his nesting materials deeply saturated with his scent then curls up behind Steve and holds him.
Eddie tells Steve who he is, explains he has no need to worry that Eddie will only hold him and scent him, that he promises to get Steve through this.
Eddie stays with Steve for 5 days, during this time Steve isn't able to speak. Eddie manages to get Steve to eat and drink but it's clear the omega is working on instinct alone as his body and mind work through the rejection.
Wayne found Eddie after the first night he didn't come home. He curls up with Steve when Eddie needs a break, but Eddie is never gone long. A strong trauma bond has taken hold of him and the ache when he's not at Steve's side hurts.
On the 6th day Steve finally wakes. He feels spent, but the aches and cramps that had consume him were gone and now and he's surrounded in the most amazing scent.
There's a noise from the kitchen that catches Steve's attention, and then an alpha walks into his room. Eddie swears and almost drops his coffee.
Steve pulls the blanket up to his chin, eyes wide and heart rabbiting in his chest until he realises the scent on the blanket is the same as the scent pouring off this alpha.
Steve knows in his core that this alpha saved his life and the life of his child. They spend the day talking, getting to know one another. Eddie continues to hold Steve when he sobs as he tells his story. Steve clings to Eddie when he can't find the words to thank him.
When the trauma bond fades they find true attraction. As Steve's pregnancy progresses so does their relationship. Eddie moves in a week before Steve gives birth. With Wayne and Eddie by his side for the birth of their baby girl. Steve finds his truly perfect life
#stranger things#steddie#steddie fic#Steve harrington#eddie munson#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#omegaverse#alpha/beta/omega#rejection sickness#pregnant steve
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