#i was somewhat wondering if smth like that was going to happen since it's a romance not a tragedy

[restinslices]

The Obsession Is Returning

Y’all may not know, but I really like On My Block and I was thinking of the show again and I started wondering smth…

how do y’all think Oscar would react if Cesar had a friend that wasn’t afraid of him? Like, if my memory is correct, the kids were spooked when he was around. Now as the show went on the kids became more comfortable around him (besides Monse. He LAUGHED in season 3 and she fr got mad but moving on) but what if Cesar had a friend who was never scared of him, almost stupidly so, and said the most outta pocket shit.

Like, you’re ranting to him during that lockdown/lock-in/the shit that happened in season one and he’s like “I do not care” and you’re like “well you can’t go anywhere so sucks to suck I guess”. Idk, maybe it’s because I’m sleepy but that shit would be funny cause why tf did you tell that man his wardrobe is ass? Yes he has a bunch of long socks, let that shit go.

And when the Santos got all hype at that party and broke the truce? Oh gosh. “The truce was gonna break anyway but really Oscar? Since we on the topic, who the fuck was the guy that proposed the idea. I got a lot a shit I gotta say to y’all”. You could probably talk a bunch of shit cause what is he gonna do? SHOOT YOU? I hope not.

Y’all would have a more unhinged relationship than him and Jamal cause at least Jamal watches his mouth (somewhat) around him. Your dumbass would- “who decided the wardrobe for this gang?” “I just feel like being around bald dudes all day is weird but idk, that’s just me” “actually sit the fuck down. Or don’t. You got a gun, I don’t” “I know nothing of the streets. I behave. You don’t.” “Why do people in gangs refuse to say ‘happy birthday’? What the fuck is a ‘happy g day’?” “Aight gang - not like THAT though”.

I feel like the friendship would be gradual cause at first he’s like “why the fuck do you keep talking to me?”. Time skip and now this nigga knows your birthday. Can I say nigga on tumblr? We gon see what happens. Y’all go from “go do anything else besides talking to me” to “you ain’t text me all day. What’s up?”. This show came out in 2018. I was 13. I am 18 now. I am still in love with this man and that’s never gonna change. We ignore season 4. He never died. Y’all imagined that shit. He’s healthy and doing great.

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Hey :) I was wondering if since it’s a leap year you would maybe write a oneshot or blurb or smth with James Maguire x reader (maybe like Quinn!reader from your series??) where she proposes on the 29th of February bc it’s a tradition that comes from Ireland?? I just think it would be so cute bc he just totally wouldn’t see it coming and I’ve never seen anyone do it in a fic before

Leap Day (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: You, the girls, and James are now well into your twenties. Life is perfect, except for one little thing that’s been on your mind. After taking with your friends about it, you figure you should take matters into your own hands.

A/N: won’t put it on my series masterlist, but this could be seen as an epilogue of sorts to the fella series (even tho it’s not finished yet lol) but obvi it can be read as its own thing. Also im american so sorry for any terminology and such i get wrong. reader, james, and the girls are obvi aged up

***

If you had told your younger self that you and your friends ended up staying in Derry after finishing school, she would’ve thought you lost your mind. All she thought about was graduating and leaving home, traveling the world, and escaping her pain-in-the-ass sister Erin and somewhat crazy family.

But if she saw the life you had now, she’d probably understand. Because you had everything you truly wanted.

You had a nice little job close to your flat where you managed a bookstore. It was a quaint shop that became a frequent stop for some of the local teenagers. Erin also stopped by every now and then to boast about what she had already read.

When you weren’t working, you were with your friends. You were a bit more tame than you were in your adolescence, but that all usually went out the window when Michelle got a drink or two in her. Which happened often.

But the best part of your day was when you’d go home to see your boyfriend of many years, the love of your life, James Maguire.

“So, what’s goin’ on with you and him, anyway?” Michelle asked as she messily poured everyone a glass of wine. Every now and then, you and the girls got together for a night to get drunk and catch each other up on anything that happened since the last time you’d gotten together. For some reason, you and James were a bit of a hot topic tonight.

“What d’ya mean, Michelle? You know what’s going on with us.” You laughed, taking your wine glass from her.

“I mean, when are the two of you getting hitched? Has he even popped the question to ya?”

“Believe me, Michelle, you’d all be the first to know if we got engaged.” You said a bit glumly, downing your drink and waving your glass around for Michelle’s attention to fill it again.

“He still hasn’t asked you?” Clare asked with an incredulous look. From the start, she had been a big supporter of your and James’ relationship. If it was up to her, you’d probably have a few kids and a house in the countryside by now. “You’ve been going out since we were sixteen! And you just turned twenty-five a few months ago, didn’t you?”

“Yup.” You responded, popping the ‘p.’ “Nine years and no ring.” You held your bare hand up to prove your point. “But I don’t mind too much. As long as we’re together, that’s really what matters.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Clare cooed.

“It’s shit.” Michelle countered.

“Michelle’s right, Y/n,” Erin said, grabbing a crisp from the bowl in the middle of the table. “You’ve been waiting for James to propose since we finished at Our Lady Immaculate; admit it.”

“Have not!” You laughed at the absurdity of your sister’s sentence, but the looks everyone gave you made it die down. “Okay, maybe a little. But not seriously! It was just like a dream, you know? Like Erin thinking she’ll get published or Granda thinking Ma will actually divorce Daddy.” 

Everyone giggled, except for Erin, who was grumbling about your little jab.

“Be serious, Y/n!” Clare laughed, patting your hand. “You’ve been waiting for him to ask for a long while.”

You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine around with a sigh. 

“Maybe a bit.” You answered quietly. It hadn’t really nagged at you too much until recently. After all, you had been together for almost a decade, and everyone else around you seemed to be getting engaged or married. You loved James; truly, you did. But it felt like you were missing out a little. “But I’m fine with waiting.”

“The question is, Y/n, how long are you gonna have to wait until he actually does it?” Erin asked, leaning forward to stare at you. You shrugged, not really knowing the answer and not really wanting to respond.

“You might as well ask him, Y/n!” Your cousin Orla said with a grin. She was always an optimist. “He might just be scared you’ll say no!”

“You know, now that you say it, that’s probably why he hasn’t asked yet,” Michelle said, taking a sip from her wine glass that had been filled more graciously than anyone else’s. “After all, James is a pussy.”

“Don’t call my fella a pussy, Michelle!” You reprimanded, yet you still laughed along with everyone else.

“I can call my cousin what I want. And the fact is that he’s a pussy!”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea, really,” Clare said when everyone’s chuckles had died down. She gasped. “This is a leap year! You could ask him on the twenty-ninth!”

“That’s next week, Clare.” You said a bit nervously. Of course, you’d marry James in a heartbeat. But the thought of proposing, especially so soon, made you a bit sick to the stomach. Now you realize why James probably hasn’t asked you yet.

“It’s either next week or another four years, Y/n,” Michelle said with a teasing smile.

You gulped, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. As you thought about it, you had to admit that it wasn’t really a bad idea. Sure, you had less than an ideal amount of time to plan everything out. But you could probably get something small but nice together.

“Okay… Who’s going ring shopping with me?” The girls squealed at your question, getting up to surround you in a drunken group hug.

***

It was the twenty-ninth, and you were a nervous wreck. The ring weighed heavy in your pocket as you paced around your dining room. Dinner was sitting waiting on the table, and you were playing your little speech of love over and over in your head. All you needed was James, who should be home soon. But as the minutes ticked by, you wished the clock would freeze so you could have more time to prepare for this.

“Darling, I’m home!” James called out as he opened the door, and you realized you were out of time. You skipped out to the front hall to greet your boyfriend.

“Hi, Jamie.” You cooed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek before stepping away so he could hang up his coat. 

“Sorry I’m a bit late, needed to finish some things at the office.” 

“Oh, that’s okay, hun.” You waved your hands, both to dismiss his unneeded apology and to get rid of some nervous energy.

James gave you a quick peck before walking off to the bedroom to change, leaving you to overthink a bit more. You wanted tonight to be perfect. James deserved nothing less than that.

To pass the time, you grabbed a candle and placed it in the middle of the small table, finding a lighter to light the wick.

“It’s so nice to be home,” James murmured as he walked over to you, arms slinking around you to pull you close to his chest. He buried his face into your neck, leaving a kiss or two before taking a deep breath. “Dinner smells good.”

“Thank you, Jamie.” You turned your head to kiss his cheek before pulling away from him. The two of you sat down and started putting food on your plates.

You talked about anything and everything, James leading most of the conversation, which you were grateful for. You felt that if you had to talk too much, you’d either stutter too much or end up spoiling your surprise. James held your hand most of the time, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he talked about something amusing that happened at work.

Eventually, your plates were clear and your cups were empty. James was finishing up a story about something a few of his lads had done while they were all watching some sports game you didn’t know much about. You knew that now was your time.

“Jamie?” He hummed, perking up at the sound of his name. 

“Yes, love?”

“I love you.” You didn’t really know how else to start.

“I love you, too, N/n,” James said, smiling as he squeezed your hand.

You took a deep breath, about to give the speech that you’d been preparing in your head.

“I’ve known that you were the one for me since we were fifth years. Probably since I first saw you at the bus stop. That’s probably crazy, knowing something like that so early and so young… But it’s true.” You laughed, thumb sweeping over his knuckles. “These have been the best years of my life, being with you. And it might be a bit selfish of me, but I want more of them.”

“Y/n…” James whispered, tilting his head. “What are you saying, darling?”

“We have a bit of a tradition here.” You say, wiggling your hand from James’ grasp and standing up. “Ladies’ Privilege, Bachelor’s Day, whatever you fancy calling it. Where on Leap Day, girls can propose to their fella.” You stuck your hand in your pocket, fiddling with the ring. “And seeing how it’s Leap Day now, and I have a ring and all, I guess there’s just one last thing to ask.”

James’ expression turned even more stunned when you got down on one knee, now holding the silver band up in front of him. 

“Will you marry me, Jamie?”

In the few seconds of silence after that question, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. He looked at you stunned, and you desperately wanted to know what was going through his mind. How long would you have to kneel on the ground for him to give you an answer?

But then he smiled brightly, and all your worry slipped away.

“Of course, I’ll marry you!” James slipped out of his chair to join you on the floor and grabbed your face, giving you a long and deep kiss. You gripped his curls in your free hand, the other resting on his shoulder. When he pulled away, he let out an airy laugh. “I never thought I’d be the one being proposed to.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” You giggled with him as you slipped the band onto his ring finger. “Happy Leap Day.”

“Happy Leap Day, indeed,” James said before kissing you again.

[bonny-kookoo]

Had ilysib oc talked to jk about how she was feeling in the barbie drabble? Like how she felt that since he's getting more confident she's kind of scared that he might leave her? Or was that just smth she resolved with herself?

"Ugh I'm so full!" You sigh happily, slipping off your heels before you dance around his apartment, getting yourself something to drink before you jump on the kitchen counter to sit, feet dangling around.

"Really, that was- the bestest date ever, oh god I'm still so giddy about it!" You laugh to yourself, and Jungkook can't help but grin about your excitement as he walks closer as well, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he walks past and sits down at the kitchen table close by. "You're looking at me like you wanna ruin my mood." You joke slightly- though you're genuinely suspicious of his almost apologetic face.

"I think I actually am about to do just that." He tells you, before he takes a deep breath and collects his words properly. "Something's been.. I don't know, off." He mentions, and your legs still, before you tilt your head at him to urge him to continue. "You're kind of.. it's hard to explain. I feel like I'm doing something to make you unsure." He tries to explain.

"What're you talking about?" You ask him innocently because you really don't understand what he's trying to say. "We're good? I'm not unsure at all-"

"Then why have you started to lock the door to the bathroom when you get ready for bed?" He asks, his round pearly eyes looking at you all sparkling and pleading almost. "Why don't you shower with me anymore? Why don't you change in front of me? Why have you stopped wearing your cute little crop tops?" He wonders, and you've suddenly started to tense up-

Proving his suspicion.

"You're so pretty, and you were so confident when we met? What's happening?" Jungkook asks, and you shrug like a scolded child.

You can't tell him that it's somewhat because of him. Because he deserves to feel good about himself, he deserves to have such a good body and everything- you've don't the same before, there's no reason he shouldn't be allowed to flaunt his hotness.

But its starting to make you feel like you're not worth it anymore.

"Is it me?" He asks, standing up now to stand right in front of you, hands carefully taking yours into his, face so unbelievably puppy-like that you feel like crying. "What did I do?" He asks.

"Nothing." You answer him truthfully- because he really didn't do anything. "You did nothing- you're perfect." You mumble, looking down.

"I'm really not-" he chuckles bashfully. "-but I'm happy I'm perfect to you." He says, making you pull your hands out of his to instead hug his chest like a giant teddy bear, head resting right underneath his chin. "What's going on, hm?"

"I don't feel good." You whine, deciding that there's no reason to keep it in. "You're getting.. I don't know, ever since you started working out, and wearing those clothes, and started stealing my skincare-" You tell him, making him tense as he realizes he's been caught red handed-, "-You've.. You're such a pretty guy now, even prettier than you were when we met, like, so goddamn hot I feel like you should have someone equally hot at your side, you know?" You say.

"But I do?" He chirps up, confused. "I have you. Have you seen yourself?" He asks, and you whine yet again, leaning away from him to smack his chest.

"Yeah?! That's the point dude!" You argue, crossing your arms.

"Dont 'dude' me angel, first of all." He cringes. "Second of all, you're just as pretty as me. You're the prettiest of all! I love your body just the way it is, and I love you when you brush your teeth and when you sit in the sink to do your makeup, and when you squint your eyes to do your eyeliner. I love all of that." He confesses, and you pout, before you pull him closer by his cheeks.

"I love you dude." You huff, pressing a kiss to his lips, before he slaps the side of your thigh. "Hey!"

"I said don't 'dude' me!" He complains, making you laugh.

"But you're such a good boyfriend dude-" you tease, making him roll his eyes. "Alright alright what else you want me to call you then?" You ask, hands around his neck as you pull him closer, while he can't help but shamelessly state down to front of your dress.

"Anything but 'Dude'." He mumbles, his hands traveling around your waist before his fingers find the back of your top, and the zipper most of all, tongue licking his bottom lip as he pulls it down, eyes suddenly on you as you start to grin.

"Okay.." you bat your eyelashes, before he buts in.

"Dont you dare say 'bro' either-" he starts, and you laugh.

"How do you know?!" You cry out, when suddenly the zipper is entirely undone, and his hands find nothing but your bare back.

"Because I simply got to know you by now.." he tells you, before he smirks. "..though I think I'm forgetting what your naked body looks like." He teases.

"I think I can help your memory.." you purr, shamelessly letting your top fall to the kitchen floor, when his eyes widen.

"Wait a second I actually really don't remember those-" he says, dumbfounded, hands holding onto your chest while his thumbs carefully touch the heart-shaped piercings sitting there on your nipples.

"Thats because they're new." You giggle, and he shakes his head, laughing breathlessly to himself.

"Well now I definitely need to get to know your body again." He chuckles, hands moving to push your legs apart to stand in between them, before he pulls you closer by your knees. "Especially those."

"Thought you'd like them." You shrug. "Since you like holding them at night-" You tease, and he whines.

"Cause they're soft, and warm-" he defends himself, and you simply giggle, legs wrapping around him.

"Hm tell me more-" you sing playfully. "-I love it when you talk dirty to me." You joke, making him roll his eyes before he promptly throws you over his shoulder-

Bringing you into the bedroom to not just talk dirty.

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Hiiii!!! Not to invade your ask box; but I was wondering more about your views on Rhine & Dani’s dynamic/relationship?? Like how you think it’ll play about, your headcanons, theories, etc,,,,,

I know you’ve went over it before; but it’s actually one of my fav things ever and I really love the way that isn’t just the basic ‘oh ya they hate each other ’ dynamic most other people interpret it as— and I really love it💜💜

OMG MONARD UR NEVER INVADING!!!! i read ur ask while sitting in my lecture and i couldn’t stop thinking about it.

so basic disclaimer: i treat rhinedottir and dainsleif like my ocs so everything here is cannon only in my heart. feel free to agree/disagree just be nice. also sorry for any misspelling i don’t have dyslexia im just stupid and english is my third language blablabla LETS GO

before i can talk about their dynamic i will give a rundown on my own interpretation of the two characters.

we know basically nothing about rhine so i went crazy in my head with ideas. one thing im certain about is that she’s the royal alchemist, i can also image her being some sort of wunderkind and extremely hard working/determined. in my head she also DIDNT invent the art of khemia, she merely mastered it. i think alchemy is as old as teyvat itself, together with the idea of creating life forged by human hand. kehmia is popular in khaenriah because well….those mole people live underground and how else will you feed your people.

(sorry for drifting of (it will happen again))

so we have rhine, an extremely hard working prodigy, in the field of alchemy/science in general probably. i think it is also important to differentiate between pre cataclysm and post cataclysm rhine and dain.

i can imagine pre cataclysm rhine being a somewhat normal person. as normal as she can be anyways, she fits into the eccentric crazy scientist stereotype but she isn’t socially incompetent or anything like that. she laughs, she jokes, she relaxes and she obsesses.

post cataclysm rhine lost herself and everything she stood for in that war. the only thing she has left is her obsessive nature.

in my mind i can also image that the royal alchemist stands very high in the social hierarchy.

and that’s where dainsleif comes in!!

dain too is a prodigy, just in fighting and strategies. he doesn’t look old to me? he was already the knight captain of the royal guard, and he’s like…barley 35 in my eyes.

SO two prodigies meet, they both excel in different areas in their life. what happens? they don’t care for eachother.

rhine who can’t do a push up vs dain who doesn’t know how to synthesis anything.

to be honest, i don’t think they were paired up to like balance each other out. i can image them meeting occasionally on dains rounds. they are a constant in eachothers life’s, but do they talk? rarely.

because they don’t have anything in common.

i feel like rhine would be someone who was against rigid structures and rules, since she was constantly breaking the rules of celestial (not being permitted to great (human) life), and probably the king too (that one is more secretly done but she still does it in my heart).

so when dainsleif bows down to her she’s just laughing it off. it’s silly because they are the same age!! and just because she does alchemy somewhat well doesn’t mean she deserves all the respect in the world!!

and now! post cataclysm!

dainsleif failed his country. the twilight sword could not protect those he swore to protect. dain i think was conditioned from an early age to be ready to die for his people and just the fact that he’s immortal hurts more because of that.

rhine is the opposite. death is too easy, everyone can die but life is the truly hard challenge. to live for something.

i also like to think that rhine is actually somewhat open going with information. ofc dangerous/important thing she doesn’t tell but like if someone came up to her to ask her to explain smth she would do it. information is power and to gatekeep information from a certain group of people is not right.

so in that sense rhine talking to herself and rambling is something dainsleif actually copied from her post cataclysm 😭 like he’s constantly lore dropping,,,just like rhine. because he agrees! information shouldn’t be kept away!

NOW TO THEIR DYNAMIC

I think it’s really complex and contradictory in on itself. we know dain joined the abyss order at least for a certain time (i assume) and i think that’s something rhine would be against. yes she likes the abyss and uses the concisenesses inside to fulfill her vessels. no she would never worship a huge glowing rock. she DID NOT declare war against GODS and CELESTIA just to bow down to anything ever again. so she judges him for that decision for sure

i don’t think that dainsleif could even bring himself to hate rhine for what she did. he’s a protector of the people, even if his people did wrong.

yes, he’s wary of her. yes, he’s even scared of her and her power. yes, he thinks the art of khemia should have never been studied the way it was.

no, he doesn’t love her. no, he doesn’t like her.

yes, he would obey every order she gives him.

rhine being the highest ranking khaenrian running around is such a funny image like girl who gave u all that authority….

i think it’s also interesting how the kheanriahn people are still there and still live there but we still haven’t really see any kheanrianhs. (why is that so hard to spell like what)

clothar left because of his son caribert, pierro left to do whatever he’s doing, dainsleif is filled with guilt and probably doesn’t think he’s capable of protecting anyone and rhine is out there….being a menace.

i think also that rhine and dainsleif trust eachother to a degree but to a weird one.

yes dainsleif trusts her with his life, no he doesn’t trust her word.

same with rhinedottir, she’s like somewhere high up and she just goes „catch me!“ and then she just jumps down no matter how far away he is 😭 has he ever failed? nah!!!

but when she asks him about the abyss order she just knows he’s not telling the full truth. she can’t judge him tho, since she’s also a lying liar.

we know that also being alive for so long comes with erosion and that dainsleif has probably lost a good chunk of his memory, but even tho he’s borderline senile he still recognised albedo as rhinedottirs. like the star mark gives it away and dainsleif remembers, that’s her mark. she’s still alive. she’s still creating.

so yeah, dainsleif is ready to stop albedo should the time come, but would he stop rhinedottir? no

he wasn’t able to stop her back then, even though he saw all the warning sings, even tho pierro warned them all. and even now he wouldn’t be able to.

because dainsleif apparates on muscle memory and its ingrained into every fiber of his body to obey the royal alchemist.

i think also pierro and rhine dynamic would be interesting but more in a comedic way

pierro, near his retirement: you should stop with the path you’re on. you will call on the rage of celestia

rhinedottir, who has never passed a psych evaluation or sports test in her life: i can take the archons and celestia in a fight

so yeah that’s my take on them. no they aren’t in love and no they don’t hate eachother. but they are one of the few constants they have left and one thing both are good at it clinging what belongs to them. they have something weird going on in that sense that dain can’t help his guard dog nature and rhine can’t send him away.

i also think they are gossip buddies like dain RAN to rhine when he found out clothar died and that kaeya is in mondstadt. he probably also told her about halfdan and the abyss order trying to purify with the water. rhine furisly writing everything down so she’s doesn’t forgets

[torialefay]

So funnily enough he does get laser hair removal but it's not permanent, it just grows back finer so he'd still get armpit hair.

I think he'd get laser on his face too most likely, I know some of the members like Hyunjin and Jeongin don't get laser and shave every day.

Which like- their poor skin 😭😭 I couldn't imagine doing that all the time.

I think because in Australia, it's not common for men to be hairless so I still need to get used to it and seeing them so smooth all the time.

I forget that Korean men do in fact have hair everywhere else except their chest and I'm a girl that's pro body hair on all genders because it's a sign of maturity for me.

I get the lack of facial hair, I somewhat get the lack of underarm hair because I'm sure that helps with sweat.

But let them have their leg and arm hair at least haha.

Also I'm curious as to how pheromones would work with them because Korean men don't get body odour and their sweat doesn't smell.

And before someone pitches in and is like 'Chris and Felix are Aussie'.

Yeah they're born in Australia but they still have the genetic body type of a Korean male.

So would Chris just not stink at all?? Even after a workout?

Because we all know Hyunjin sweats like crazy on stage but even the members says he doesn't smell afterwards.

And moving topic- I wonder how Chris and the other members would go being around someone who gets body odour?

If I don't wear deoderant I absolutely stink and it's worse in the summer, I'm reapplying deoderant multiple times a day or else I'd smell like a garbage truck haha.

first of all, how do you have insider info about his armpit habits????!?! how do you know literally everything omg omg

but it makes me wonder ab the korean men population in general and how they feel about laser. like is it something that would be encouraged & not looked down upon? bc i feel like (and i may be totally wrong) a lot of guys in aus would find it a bit strange & unnecessary. && since chris grew up in both, maybe he'd just have to figure out what side he's on idk? like im sure the company makes him be hairless one way or another, but i feel like getting laser is no joke, especially for someone like him who looks so masculine. i'm thinking that maybe since both of his parents have had work done in the past, maybe that's made him more open to those types of things?? idk it's really not a big deal, but my brain is just like computing

but i agree, i like seeing a lil hair on a man. obviously both genders get it, but smth about seeing it on a man just feels so attractive. IDEK WHAT IT IS. like it's genuinely stupid that we simp over... hair.

i'm assuming chris smells like nothing 😂 after a workout too. i've heard people who've been there say they have never smelled BO on someone, even after the gym. plus, chris talked ab how he only rately uses cologne either so i feel like he's doing the bare minimum... what's gonna happen when i run out of deodorant??? cant borrow his if he has literally none

for chris and felix, i feel like since theyve lived in aus, theyre probably more familiar with it. i don't think it'd be anything that freaks them out at all.... idk how much exposure the other members have had tho so i cant even touch on that 😭😂

[clitbiter]

going to put my theories to words instead of just yapping at my boyfriend and us thinking so hard all the time. BUT! been seeing a lot of theories abt ruby going around, and i really like the one of her being from the land of fiction/apart of the pantheon.

however i wanna take it a step further bc im crazy and fueled by others’ craziness and delusions. so, someone said that ‘WHAT IF RUBY IS RIVER!!! R.S.!!!’ and like… ok. maybe. but i was thinking that since river is forever in hal or for however long the showrunners want her there and such, maybe there’s a possibility that she had a child inside of hal? and because she’s her, ruby somehow made her way into the real world? so still somewhat like the theories of ruby not being real/entirely real, but like. a twist. like river could be the one carrying ruby ? a stretch but idk.

also there are rose is coming back truthers and sadly some evidence is too stacked i feel for me to even disagree without thinking real real hard. but i think that the similarities between ruby and rose are very intentional (at least i can hope because i don’t want it to be bad writing but it isn’t even bad writing because truly ruby is such an engaging and wonderful character and i love her so much (more than rose and i don’t even believe in recency bias so fuck off)). so, along the line of they will find a way to bring rose (and david tennant) back, rose and tentoo have a kid and it’s RUBY! and idk something happens and rose happens to be in her old universe and has to give ruby up. and maybe rose is the one who waits? however i would truly hate that because with whatever that implies, it will always have something to do with the doctor and her story has BEEN FINISHED since doomsday i would say and i enjoy her being able to have her happy ending with tentoo because i do love that storyline sorry. SORRY SUE ME FOR NOSTALGIA AND AN ENDGAME LIKE DOUBLE FINALE SORRYYYYY!!!! but i like that rose got her happy ending with the doctor, albeit not hers, but that adds to it obvi but i DIGRESS!! anyways i just hope rose isn’t the one who waits because that would like. ruin her character development at best and do something awful and irreversible at worst or smth idk. unless they find a fun way to do it better.

but also then there’s susan twist and mrs. flood… but anyways i am just very excited for boom!!!!! cannot wait cannot wait at all going to scream and die yk. anyways thank u for coming to my ted talk going to post more dw thoughts on here bc that’s all i think abt anyways

[f1uckinghell]

Packlings - an unpublished VV- oneshot 🍃

ok here we go. After a lot of requests, I am posting this here. Please mind the trigger warnings!!!!! Also I know not everyone might like how the adults are written in this, but I just had to get it out. Feel free to ignore it please, and don’t like - don’t read! Don’t come at me because you chose to read smth that triggered you when it was clearly warned.

Tw: incest-adjacent themes within the context of the omegaverse, no incest between actual blood siblings! // fights with parents // difficult relationship with parents // physical injury // car crash // general angst // sexual themes

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They’d always been great friends. Best friend, even. Neither of them could remember a time without the other. They were the closest anyone could be.

Because after all, they were pack.

-

It starts when they’re eighteen, and thinking back, they’re not sure if they could have stopped it even if they’d tried.

For Luna, it’s the urge to be close to Flynn all the time.

She doesn’t question it. He’s family, right? Pack. Her closest, oldest friend, her confidant, her protector.

Her pack brother.

It’s normal to want to be close to him; the familiarity, the safety, the friendship and affection between them just feels good, makes her happy.

They’ve cuddled before, lots of times. Curled up in someone’s nest, with a parent or a sibling or a pet between them, the TV on in the background, playing cartoons while they sip lemonade, talking about school.

Now, somehow, cuddling feels different.

Luna wraps her arms around Flynn’s shoulders, buries her face in his shoulder, inhales his warm scent that she’s known since she was a baby. Leans into his broad chest.

He’s oddly stiff under her, and she whines. “Hug me…,” she requests, and he does. Of course he does, wrapping his arms around her. They’ve gotten bigger ever since he left highschool to go to trade school. Welding is hard work.

“Lunie…” His voice is strained, and whatever he wants to say gets stuck in his throat.

It’s fine. Luna doesn’t want to hear it. She just wants to be here.

Later, when she undresses for bed, she has to peel her panties off her pussy carefully, because they’re drenched in slick. Peeling them off feels good. She rubs her fingertip over her clit until she comes afterwards, Flynn’s scent still in her nose.

-

Flynn can smell her. All the time.

Her heat is about to hit, and he wonders how he is supposed to survive. Because this is different. This affects him in a way that scares him. Because when Evie’s in heat, or Riley, it makes him feel a little more possessive, maybe, a little more aggressive, a little more like he wants to try and match Dad’s strength.

It never makes him want to jerk off. Never.

And Luna keeps coming to him. Keeps touching him, cuddling him, scenting him. She sits in his lap, and he’s so painfully hard that it hurts. He pinches his arm, trying to get his mind off of things. It only works somewhat; he knots in his own hand in the shower later, and then lies awake, feeling guilty and terrible about it all night.

He swears it won’t happen again.

It was a weird thing, maybe, a weird mood, some dumb hormones. Maybe his rut is coming or whatever. A one-time thing.

For sure.

-

It’s not a one-time thing.

“Flynn,” Luna whimpers in his arms, her hips undulating against his. She smells like pre-heat, like slick and her flowery perfume and stickiness and a little bit like sweat.

“Stop, please,” he begs, his voice coming out breathy, helpless.

“I can’t,” she whines.

She presses her lips to his collarbone.

Somehow, he manages to take a step back, to gently push her away. There are tears in her eyes when she watches him leave, and he feels worse about this than about his stupid boner.

-

Luna is lying outside, on a lounger by the pool, on her tummy in the shade. Her pre-heat makes her skin feel warm already, swimming helps somewhat. The rest of the family are all out somewhere, Danny’s somewhere in the fields.

She smells Flynn before she hears or sees him, and her pussy spasms, her brain starting to send hot, almost painful sensations down her spine, little electrical impulses.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were down here-”

Luna hears herself whimper, and she can pinpoint the moment the logical part of her brain shuts off.

She pushes up, back, spreading her legs, wanting to present, because maybe, he’ll finally give her what she needs, what she wants-

There’s a growl behind her, helpless, low. “Lunie-” he says, his voice so deliciously deep. Alpha, her brain screams at her, and she whines again, her legs opening further. She looks back over her shoulder, and there he is behind her, frozen, his shoulders shaking, his eyes transfixed to where she’s spread wide, only covered by the fabric of her bikini.

“Lunie, please, you… you can’t do this… I can’t… we can’t…”

“I need you,” she whimpers, and suddenly, there’s tears on her cheeks.

They don’t have sex. It’s okay. They don’t even touch, because Daniel is around somewhere. And they shouldn’t be doing this anyway.

They both sit there with their hands down their respective swimwear, getting off together, watching each other. Luna wants to tug open the strings of her bikini, want Flynn to get a proper look.

She doesn’t.

She shouldn’t.

They shouldn’t.

They can’t.

They come at the same time, and Luna watches Flynn’s come soak his trunks. Her pussy throbs in disappointment.

-

They pretend it’s not that bad, after this. They pretend it’s just cuddling. Just scenting.

Just cuddling, even when Luna is gasping against Flynn’s neck while she grinds her clothed pussy over his clothed dick until they both get off.

Just scenting, even when Luna pulls down the neckline of her pajama top so he can see her tits.

Just cuddling, even when they kiss. There’s barely any tongue.

One night, Flynn is wearing those gray sweatpants, and Luna can see the stain spread on them when he comes, knotting from where she’s dragging her palm over him again and again.

And she can’t stop herself, because she wants it so much- she pulls down the waistband, and licks it all off his stomach, runs her tongue over the tip of his dick, swallows the come that’s still leaking out of him. He moans, breathy, slightly unhinged, and runs his hand through her hair, holding it back while she swallows around him.

-

Flynn walks in on her in the shower, the showerhead between her legs, her head back against the tiles, her jaw slack, eyes closed.

The steam in the bathroom makes the scent of slick even stronger. He’s instantly hard.

She opens her eyes, and smiles when she sees him.

She sits on the edge of the bathtub with her legs spread, and he licks into her until she comes, stuffing her fist into her mouth so she doesn’t make a sound.

-

There’s a point of no return. A point when they have to stop pretending this is nothing. When they have to acknowledge that this is, in fact, something.

Something that shouldn’t be.

Something nobody can know.

They learn to lie.

“Darling, are you okay?”

Luna almost cries when Mum asks her that.

“Yes,” she lies.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are so concerned.

“...no,” Luna whispers, and Mum’s face falls.

“What is it?” he asks, running his hand through her hair, pushing a long, black strand of it behind her ear.

“I… I don’t want to talk about it,” Luna say, and then, “Don’t tell papá, please.”

-

“All good, son?” Dad asks.

“Yep.” Flynn keeps turning the screwdriver. In a few weeks, the car he bought for 500 bucks will be up and running just fine.

“We haven’t talked in a while,” Dad remarks, leaning against the workbench.

“Haven’t noticed,” Flynn comments, trying to sound casual. “Sorry… I’m busy with school and work.”

That, for once, is not a lie, and Flynn is glad, because… because he fucking hates lying to Dad. Because Dad’s a great Dad. A nice Dad, supportive, kind, funny. The kind of Dad you can talk to.

Not about this, though.

They chat, about school, about work, and the farm.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Dad asks.

“Not really,” Flynn shrugs, feeling terrible about it.

“Not really isn’t no.”

Flynn looks away, acting like he has to study the engine of the dingy truck.

“Not worth mentioning…it’s… it’s not gonna go anywhere serious.”

“Why not?” Dad asks with a half-grin, “Do you not like them? Not a match?”

Flynn feels a clump of pain in his throat. “...I like her,” he says, “...I like her a lot.”

“Then why is it not worth mentioning?” Dad asks gently.

Flynn swallows. “...can we talk about something else?”

Dad’s grin softens. “...yes. Yes, of course.”

-

Luna sits on that workbench, her legs spread around Flynn’s hips as he thrusts into her again and again.

They’re still clothed. She has to hold on to the skirt part of her dress so it won’t get dirty. His fly is down, his button popped open.

She holds on to him, and the soft little noises she makes burn themselves into his brain.

He pulls out, spilling all over her pussy. Not inside. She whines in protest, trying to pull him back in. When he stuffs his fingers into her, she stops complaining and moans into his mouth.

-

She sneaks into his bed at night.

They get off, hands down each other’s pants.

After, she snuggles against him, kisses his cheek. “I miss you at school,” she whispers into the dark.

“I miss you, too,” he whispers back.

-

They go to a bar with Evie and Jakob and some of their friends, and Luna gets drunk. Really drunk. Evie keeps handing her shots, and when she throws up in the club bathroom, Flynn takes her home.

He carries her down the driveway to the houses, and she holds on to his shoulders.

Her long black hair falls over her face like a curtain. Flynn watches her face, the moonlight reflecting in her eyes.

“You know,” she says, her words a little slurred, “...that this isn’t… this isn’t just sex.”

He says nothing, keeps carrying her, feels like there’s a rock in his stomach.

The light on the porch is on. Lando sits outside, waiting for them. When he sees them, he smiles. “Ah, sweetie…”

Flynn hands her to him. Luna leans into her mother, her eyelids heavy.

“Thank you for bringing her home,” Lando tells Flynn with a smile, “Thank you for taking good care of her.”

“Always,” Flynn smiles, feeling like trash.

Later, he texts her

i know

-

It’s a wonder it doesn’t happen sooner, because this is cursed from the start.

It’s Mom.

Mom walks in on them, and Flynn wants to die. Wants to dissolve into a thousand pieces and cease to exist.

Luna cries immediately.

He can’t look at Mom. Ducks his head, averts his eyes. Coward.

“Was it consensual?” Max asks.

“Yes! Mom… yes, always,” Flynn exclaims, shocked by the idea of it not being.

Mom takes a step closer to him eventually, and Flynn wants to slink away. When Mom lifts his hand, he, absurdly, expects a slap, even though he’s never been hit by a parent in his life.

Instead, Mom hugs him.

Flynn immediately starts crying.

“You have to make a plan how to tell Dad.”

-

Luna is a mess, and Flynn doesn’t want her there when he tells Daniel, because Daniel’s not just his Dad. Daniel is also their pack Alpha. And Flynn doesn’t want her caught in the crossfire.

He can barely get it out.

“I have to tell you something,” he says, and then nothing else.

He sees the surprise on Dad’s face, then concern. When Flynn doesn’t say anything else, Daniel supplies: “Did you… get anyone pregnant?”

Flynn barks out a laugh. “No. No.”

“...are you gay?”

“No… why would I even have to tell you this all serious?!”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Flynn can feel the residual smile on his face die immediately. “I,” he starts, but once again, can’t finish.

“What is it?” Dad asks gently.

“I’ve… I’ve done something bad, Dad,” Flynn confesses, and the rock in his stomach becomes a full boulder.

“...are you in trouble?” Dad asks, all serious.

Flynn opens his mouth, closes it.

“...have you committed a crime?” Dad asks, voice urgent.

“No- I… no.” Flynn closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Thinks of Luna, her big blue eyes filled with tears of fear. “...I. We. …Luna and I. We. We’ve.”

He pauses.

“...we’ve slept together.”

He can see it process in Dad’s brain, the way his face goes slack, his eyes widen.

“...more than once. Many times, actually. For. For over a year now.” Now that the flood gates are open, it all comes out. “And it’s not just sex. It’s more. It’s more, Dad.”

At some point, he started crying.

Dad is quiet for a long time. Then, he says, “Are you shitting me?”

“No, sir,” Flynn answers, biting the inside of his cheek.

Daniel takes a deep breath. “When did it start?” he asks, and “Does anyone know?” and “Was it always consensual?”

Flynn answers them all, Yes, Sir, No, Sir.

By the end of it, Dad wipes his hand over his face. “I need a little while to… process this, Flynn.”

“Of course,” Flynn whispers.

-

They tell Carlos and Lando with Daniel and Max there. Luna cries so hard she can’t breathe anymore, and it kills Flynn that he can’t take her hand.

They don’t take it well. They don’t take it well at all.

Carlos yells. Lando cries.

Flynn feels like scum after.

“You need to stop,” Carlos growls, his eyes more threatening than Flynn has ever seen them.

Flynn wants to agree. He can’t though.

Dad looks at them.

Flynn looks back. For a second, there is no noise in the room apart from Luna’s sobs.

“Dad,” Flynn says eventually, “...don’t ask us to stop. Please. We can’t. We won’t.”

“...we won’t,” Luna repeats between sobs.

-

They move out. Get a dingy flat near Luna’s uni. Flynn picks up extra shifts, as many as he can, while Luna tries to manage her classes and homework and their household. It’s hard. She doesn’t complain, because every night, Flynn comes home to her with dirty hands full of blisters. Once a week, he brings her flowers, and they stand on their shitty little kitchen table, pink and yellow and white in the light of their dim kitchen lamp.

He never comes home before seven. Most of the time, it’s nine, or ten, or midnight, because he moonlights after his regular shifts, fixing up cars, helping out friends and acquaintances around their houses, and they pay him cash. Sometimes, she’s still up, studying, when he comes home and the smile that spreads on his face when he sees her almost makes up for the fact that they’ve been ripped out of their family, that they barely talk to their parents anymore. That Lucía cries every time they talk on the phone. That her parents refuse to see her when he’s there.

Sometimes, she’s asleep when he comes home, and he kisses her cheek, pulls up her blanket, and climbs into bed with her, trying not to wake her.

He works hard, and so much, and the least Luna can do, she thinks, is to make sure he has food when he comes home. She cooks dinner for him, puts it in the fridge. Sometimes, when money is tight, she skips her own dinner so he can have a proper portion, tells him “Oh, I’ve eaten with friends at uni”. Drinks her tea with no milk. Eats only half an apple so he can have the other half with peanut butter, because she knows that’s his favorite snack.

„You’ve gotten so skinny,“ Mum says.

„Uni stress,“ Luna claims.

Sometimes, the parents bring them food. Cake, produce from the farm, bread. Isabel regularly drops off eggs, the cartons always say “We miss you” on them.

Sometimes, Max wires them some money. They use it to buy groceries, toilet paper, medicine, Luna’s textbooks. She could ask her parents to buy them for her. She doesn’t.

“The car’s fine,” Flynn says when she suggests he gets it properly looked at because it’s been making weird noises. “...put the money aside to save for your new laptop.” She cried for three days after spilling coffee on her old one, after all.

-

The car’s fine, but Flynn isn’t.

He’s driving home from a double shift, and he’s so, so tired.

Closing his eyes for a second feels… okay. Like a good idea. So he does.

-

“Flynn?”

A hand on his cheek. He reaches for it sluggishly, wraps his hand around it. Teardrops land on his arm.

He forces his eyes open.

There she is, her eyes red and watery and so beautiful.

“Hi,” he says, his voice raspy. “You’re beautiful.”

“Hi,” she whispers, and her bottom lip wobbles.

“Are you okay?” he asks. She wasn’t in the car with him, was she?

“Am I okay?” she repeats with a ridiculous little laugh, “Yes! Are you?”

“Yeah…,” he whispers. Smiling hurts a bit. “...I think I have a concussion.”

“Not just a concussion, you idiot,” she whispers fondly, and hugs him.

Behind her, he can see them: his parents. Carlos and Lando. Their faces pained. Mom’s eyes red. Dad’s jaw set and hard, the way he used to get back when Riley was in so much pain all the time.

Flynn sleeps some more.

Later, the doctor asks him if he knows that one of his ribs is broken. It can’t have happened during the accident (which he, miraculously, got out of with only a few minor injuries), it must have happened earlier.

“I… I fell off a shed I was roofing,” he confesses quietly, but of course everyone hears.

“What?” Luna asks, shocked.

“I… I couldn’t miss work. You still need that new laptop.” He looks up at her.

Someone whimpers in deep, emotional agony, and a second later, the door of the room falls shut behind Lando.

-

As awful as the accident is, it is the catalyst for things to get better. Finally.

They don’t move back in.

But their parents give them money, enough so Flynn can stop doing work on the side.

They spend more time with family again.

Lucía stops crying on the phone.

Daniel and Max come by more often.

Carlos and Lando start coming by when Flynn is there.

Luna and Flynn visit the farm on weekends again.

And of course everyone still has to get used to it, and of course it still isn’t all easy and smooth sailing. But it’s heaps better than it used to be.

Flynn still brings her flowers once a week. They stand next to a cake Max baked for them, and they look so much nicer in the light of a good kitchen lamp that Carlos and Lando bought, and Daniel installed.

[hoedameron]

Dark Winds anon back again to talk about the new episode bc I have so many thoughts and no one to tell them to irl!! What an episode man aughhhhhhhh. (These thoughts are very disjointed so bare with me) The whole hospital scene was sooooooo cool! whoever did the lighting for that needs a raise fr. I almost wish it had been a longer sequence with Joe and Bern having to go inside and stalk blondie/ protect Chee, but that’s alright. Speaking of Joe, I’m absolutely loving the little descent to madness he’s got going on. The staring off into space, dismissing anything that isn’t the manhunt, the obvious exhaustion etc all works so well. Bern was really keeping an eye on Joe the whole episode, which leads me to think that she’s at least somewhat caught onto his spiraling and is….. Concerned….. at the very least. It does make me wonder just how much they’re going to touch on Bern’s feelings regarding Joe Jrs death, esp since she says he was like a little brother to her in s1. Personally I think that, unlike Joe, she would probably be able to keep her feelings out of her work more, and that she’ll probably be a rock for him (at least on the professional side, her deal with Joe and the border patrol job is smth else entirely) rather than succumbing to the same recklessness as Joe. (Tho if anything happened to Joe or Jim I imagine that might change). My guess is that if we see any of her thoughts about it, it’ll be a quieter moment off the frontlines. but that’s a complete guess, I could be wrong about all of that! Overall, another great ep. I won’t lie the timeline is sort of throwing me off (it doesn’t seem like it’s been 6 days since the events of the first ep) but maybe I’m just dumb. Veryyyy much looking forward to the next episode which based on the preview seems to be a lot of injured Zahn McClarnon walking simulator, my favorite!

OMG HELLO BABE sawwwy i had a swamped up week and barely had enough energy </3

every single episode keeps gettng etter and better like what did they put in this show that makes it sooooooo scrumdillyumptious....YESSSSS the entire coloring of this season has been sexy as hell and i hope whomever had a part in that decision gets sloppy onthe reg. joe can go on a spiral as a treat for having to deal with another whitte man messing around with his livelihood like totally understandable it's only fair. goshhhh, my bbygirl bern needs a break !!!!!! and she is also always the one getting thrown into the supernatural-esque situations like omfg GIRL.

that's why i adore the relationship between joe and bern because they take care of each other like they can alwys lean on each other and trust one another with each other's lives. no, you're right, i do think bern might be the anchor in the storm and the one who would most likely face consequences for their actions is joe since it's now eating away at him. the questions of how did that buckle end up there? what really happened? just swirling around in his head. naurrr, it's going rather quickly and that's the thing that sucks about this show is that it's only six episodes long </3 even my dad was like wthhhh do you mean it's only six episodes ....my thoughts exactly. at the same time, i do think that if it was any longer than 10 episodes, it might be a litle drawn out like i've seen shows with long seasons and it's not always good lol. WHUMP JOE EVERYON EO N THE WHUMP HURT NO COMFFORT JOE TRAIN BABEYYY!! two premium tickest please ^_^

[riddlemaster101]

so i saw the tags on that post you just reblogged (about being super into fibre arts) and i… have a question, if wouldn’t mind answering? (feel free not to, ofc!)

so i am not that post - i learnt the chain stitch when i was eleven and my school had a crochet club. i’m not eleven anymore, but i’ve crocheted on and off over the years. but get this: i’ve never learnt another stitch since. i’m working on a blanket now, and… a couple months ago, i woke up in literal agony as i couldn’t move my hands at all. went to the doctor sobbing, they told me that i’d somehow managed to inflame a muscle in my elbow or smth, just because of how many hours i spent doing the same stitch over and over and over (i’m also a writer - from my phone - so like. lol. in hindsight, not the best idea…), so i’ve been kinda weary of working on the blanket for too long now—

so! what i was wondering was if a) there are any other relatively easy crochet stitches than an amateur could learn? (optionally ones that’d look nice with the chain stitch:D) and b)… how do you become that person, who knows a lot of different fibre arts and in somewhat depth? because i’d really love to do that but craft stores are so daunting, and whenever i look stuff about fibre arts, the person behind the yt video/website thinks that the reader has some sort of idea about said art and i….. do not lol, and i never know where to start.

Hey anon, great questions!

As someone who has gave herself tendinitis in both wrists from knitting too much in a week, you need to keep an eye on that injury. It took mine well over 10 months to heal and five years later I still get weakness and pains if I work them too much. So be careful with your wrists/elbows, take lots of breaks, do your physical therapy, do a bunch of warm-up stretches (or if you're like me and forget, pause every hour or so to do some). And most importantly: pay attention if anything feels like it's pulling or aching or numb or tingly. And if it does, you have to stop for the night, no acceptations, no "just one more row", you're done. Which sucks, but better than a permanent injury.

I started with knitting in college, mostly like what you're doing with crochet: same repetitive thing over and over until you're very confident with the stitch and tension on yarn, etc. For me, it really helps if you have a project you want to do that requires a new technique--I don't tend to do well with just practicing something for the sake of it, I want to make something fun! So my suggestion would be to look up a pattern (not a complicated one) that uses a new technique you want to learn and then just try it out. Worst that can happen is you rip it out and try again! This is how/why I picked up crochet after years of knitting: I wanted to make some cute little animals and it's a nightmare to knit those. But they're easy to crochet.

Also, consequently, switching fiber crafts can allow you to extend the amount of crafting you can do if your arm starts bugging you again. You just have to swap the type of motion and stress you're applying to your wrists. For months after injuring mine, I was only doing cross-stitch--the weight of the project was significantly less than, say, a blanket and moving a needle through fabric involved very different motions than knitting. I actually grew up doing embroidery, added knitting and later crochet in college and grad school, got into cross-stitch after that, and now I have a sewing machine and want to learn spinning and...oh no.

To actually answer your crochet question: I think it's pretty easy to go from a chain stitch to a single crochet stitch, and once you get that, doubles and triples are just how many more times you loop the yarn. I haven't done a whole lot of crochet--mostly making amigurumi--but these were easy enough stitches to learn and there are a whole bunch of very nice and slow youtube tutorials. Pick your fav yarn and hook size and try them out!

Hope this helps and have fun crafting!

[bvnnyl0v3r]

can we talk abt my first oc's lore? Bc that ship was DEEP deep (and lowkey weird at some parts)

anyways I don't know how I remember this much but ngl if u wanna see the oc's I made (I still have some pics I drew/made in gacha/made in picrew) or the actual texts I wrote bc I wanted to write and actual book I'll post them bc I have nothing better to do

so like she (comawolf) grew up with her father (night) and her mother (hekima) and she has an older brother (mikey) and twin brother (david) and a little sister (wonderland (don't ask how I cam up with those names)) so like they were happy family :D

and then the mother died (I never knew why like omg she was jst dead) so the dad couldn't handle it and like abused them, gave her a massive scar, he killed the twin brother and like then the older brother and little sister ran away and she ran away too but to her grandma who wanted her to be the perfect lady (this plays in the 16th century or smth fantasy shit old times thingy) and she basically abused her :D

so then she ran away again and met some demon who gave her INFINITY COOL POWERS TRAVELS UNIVERSES AND TIMELINES JUMP across the multiverse (this was before I knew the multiverse media existed yknow marvel, dc stiff like that) and then she ran into her old childhood friend (zora) who has a (not mentioned) sister named lemon and a (not mentioned)brother named leon. Lemon is heir to the sun clan since their parents are both statues from night bc he cursed them after his wifey died. Zora has a friend (luna) and she comwolf falls in love with her but also has a little crush on zora so like lesbian love triangle :3

zora gets kidnapped by night, luna and comawolf are alone in a forest and luna is revealed to be a half wolf and she cries and yknow wolfs can smell half wolf tears so they have to run even though it's the middle of the night and so coma is PISSED at her and they try to save luna and both get locked in. Then in the cages night reveals that he is coma's father and zora is shook because, what? Her bestfriend is a bitch? (No idea how she didn't relalize that her childhood best friend's dad who she saw like every week was also the evil mastermind ESPECIALLY since they have the same name and all call him by that name) anyways they escape bc some old friends from the other clans (I think there was twelve) help them and it turns out the castle they're in was a trap so like everything breaks together and they go home to their base

then they make this club and david gets ressurected or smth bc he's suddenly there again but now he has wings (gacha 2020 crying child style) and mikey is also there (i'm only now realizing how big my fnaf era mist have been) so like david gets a boyfriend from the wing clan, who adopted luna some years back because luna is the last of the eye clan bc they all got turned to stone and yeah.

if you're wondering what happened to wonderland, if you didn't all ready guess she went to wonderland!!! (Who would've guessed) how did this happen? Well coma said "child you have trauma. Go to wonderland there it's all happy people and you die if you come back! :3" and then wonderland slowly turns unto weirdcore mothers world like you can enter mothers world at 3:33am 59 second real time but in mother's world it either feels like 3 seconds, 3hours, 3days, 3 years, 33 years (you get the jizz like if wonderland is in mother's world for 24 hours it's around 24 minutes in the real world OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT) so anyways comawolf visits every night ofc but for wonderland it feels like she visits like every 3 years or smth. Marilyn is a girl that lives in mothers world who later on turns out to be somewhat inlove with comawolf. (Even more lesbian love interest I could've guessed i'm gay back then) so like comawolf promises that she'll visit as often as she can.

they defeat night or at least he realizes he's wrong and coma is ofc still pissed but mikey thinks it's all alright so he tries to convince her that he's cool again and he forces her to this family dinner where they all somewhat make up. Also happy news, hekima is back! Yayyy....

luna and coma end up dating but reakize they actually don't like each other like that so luna and zora start dating. Marilyn and coma end up together, wonderland gets back to the real world and while comawolf is keeper of all universes or smth marilyn is keeper of mothers world (wich is basically all weirdcore locations + backrooms levels + scp places.... you get the jizz)

[3rdarc]

Lix's mental health journey

Idk if i should archive this here or in arc 2. It is a lix focus, but the damn breaks in arc 3.

Mm so, arc 3 is kinda harsh on lixian. Smth we (and he) didn't really see coming since he finally feels better and happier than ever.

Smth about lix we've kinda come to learn is how emo he is. As bright, joyfull, loving, and giving he is, we continually saw in the 2nd arc, his inner thoughts arnt as fun. It's a lot of self-hatred and pushing himself down. He mocks and bullies his emotions, he never lets himself feel.

°•○~●°•

Until that point, tho, i dont think we've ever explored the origine of that self-disgust. Anyways, he's surrounded by friends in a similar situation, so no one really wonders about where that habit came from. It's pretty common.

Lixian's personality

As delicate and soft as lix is perceived by others, he actually has a pretty dude-bro attitude when u really get to know him. I think lixian worked and pushed those traits unto himself. Younger lix had a personality kinned to how he's always been percieved as: softer and brighter.

I think growing up, as a form of protection, as a defense, lixian conviced himself those traits were a mask, one that he still uses to this day because its what is expected of him and the only way he knows how to make others confortable and happy.

But lix despises that "mask".

He sees it as weak. Fragile. Dangerous. Immature. Annoying. Disgusting.

It's kinda confusing tbh

BASICALLY

Lix is a softy, but he's disgusted by that nature, so inward, he's very harsh and anti-feelings. That's how he acts when he's fully open with people (like Mong or his siblings) but puts on a "soft" mask in public because that's the only way he knows to make people happy.

It's still a mask, he isnt allowing himself to be soft and vulnerable. He's acting as if.

But why ?

U know, your average "feminine = weak" propaganda. But a little more than that. I think lix became terrified of it being somewhat truthful. Genuine life or death terror.

As we know, since arc 1, lixian's appearance is unusual, and mystical to most. He looks like a magical snow fairy. And as the youngest prince of the kingdom, he's become somewhat of a mascot.

He attracted so much attention that for his safety, he lived the first 10 years of his life in Eldonia (kinda like medhival russia). But honestly, that also added into the mystic perception the common people had of him.

At 16 (idk exactly yet but Blue Rose chapter), he also gets kindapped, and yeah not fun. i hate this trope. it's so cliche and annoying, but like dude, it was bound to happen.

They feared it and overprotected lix to the point he felt like he was sufficating. So no shit that little brat (who by that point was just starting to sneak out in the middle of the night to play as xi) would find himself in trouble with the wierdos who fetishised him all his life.

Thankfully, nothing happened to him, but it was a wake-up call to him that he was hunted for that weakness.

Idk how to describe it, but it's just fcking disgusting 🤢🤢 and as lix, id be so traumatised and terrified by constant objectification and fetishisation that id want to crawl out of my skin and just rip it off. I'd hate it. I'd be disgusted by what those creep fetished about me. I'd be disgusted by my femininity and eventually by my vulnerability and what is perceived as weak.

That's also when he cuts his long hair into the mullet we know 🫡

Small break cuse i feel better now and i wanna go back to reading romance. Ill come back to finish this some day.

Lix & femininity

Blablabla ill talk about it later

Guilt & self-hatred

Yeah yeah

Choosing self-destruction

Arc 3 wouhoo

[britneyshakespeare]

I really thought Paulina and Leontes were going to get married at the end of The Winter's Tale

[gogolstoelicker]

Dorm leaders + Vice dorm leaders with a Kokichi!MC

notes: •what happened before will be just between the 13(?) of us ok👁👁act like this is new

•this was requested but uh we don't talk about what happened

• anyways, kokichi is my favorite🤞💥maybe i just like complex and mentally ill characters

You're mischievous and have a somewhat childlike demeanor. A schemer who compulsively or pathologically create lies and freely state what you were thinking while putting on your villainous persona, regardless of how it makes others feel.

Despite how you act, you also have a compassionate side that is rarely seen by others. You're also capable of showing empathy, but tried your best to make it seem twisted. You're extremely distrustful and paranoid of everyone around you. your lying in turn made it impossible for others to trust you.

Riddle:

if he's a fire breathing dragon, he'll probably burn the entire school down bc of u by now

you????always????get????on????his?????nerves??????

you're on the same category as floyd in his head for being annoying

you're magicless? well too bad, he's still gonna collar u for being annoying😒🙄

will probably need to have trey and cater hold him back whenever u decided to interact with him

i have no other words than he avoids u as best as he could

and thankfully, you're always occupied with other people so you don't bother him as much

but then sometimes ur little shit energy is too high that u went to bother riddle

he's abt to rip his hair out

him fr:

Trey:

he can deal with this☺

its kind of like che'nya randomly coming to nrc to mess with the heartslabyul students so like🤔he can surely handle this

but one time, u and che'nya appear at heartslabyul at the same time

he had not known peace ever since

if u look a little closely at him, u can see a single tear rolling down his cheek

give him some break pls😔🙏

esp since u always come over to heartslabyul

honestly? he can properly call tell if it's a lie or not

well some of ur lies that is

like "*said smth abt being upset* hehe that was a lie" "OBJECTION" -trey

so instead if him avoiding u, u might wanna avoid him instead🤔

or get closer to him bc hes the only one who gets u AYEEE U GET ME?

Leona:

very close to having a fist fight with u

he's sick and tired of u, pls stop

oh god why are u approaching his napping spot go AWAY

wait god? i mean great sevens

leona was so stressed he converted to a religion /JOKE

he avoids u like you're the plague

he can smell u from far away? well, he's gone from where he was before

he saw even a strand of ur hair??? GONE. NO MORE LEONA. LEONA IS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.

would probably order ruggie to use his unique magic on u to make u go away

he had not known peace(2) after his overblot

like u always go "leona!!!^^how's our mighty kInG doing:D?!got the throne from ur nephew yet?"

he wants to rip u apart

and not in a good way

pls leave him alone unless u have a death wish, thank u

Azul:

honestly? i can totally see this kind if tension between u two

not the good kind ofc, when have kokichi ever gotten anything good /JOKE

like ur both smart, is pretty sly and pretty much bastards

so u can already imagine how ur relationship are

and honestly? azul might feel this dread when he's with u, sorry bro

since you know how kokichi would make fun of miu and all that? THAT THAT

azul probably still have that unhealed trauma from when he was bullied, so seeing u freely make fun of someoje without considering their feelings, he kind of goes *shrink*

but u never made fun of him of what he's insecure about for some reason🤔hmmm what's the reason?

the only thing u made fun of him abt is when he cried abt losing his contracts LMFOAOAOAOA

well he's still wondering but relieved u didn't?:D👍

Jade:

yall have this tension around u(2)

jade is so used to floyd, he can literally handle ur lying like a pro

like u angry so suddenly? jade can handle that. happy? he can handle that too? crying so suddenly? he can handle that. being so mean and sadistic? he's gonna return his own sadistic thoughts to u🤷‍♀

the students around y'all after hearing yalls convo:

overall, jade doesn't really mind being around u

you're quite the interesting one in his eyes🤔

one of the people who kind of catches up to ur lies and could tell easily what u said are lies or truth

again, its either u avoid him or get closer to him bc that same reason

if its the second option, then congratulations🎊u befriended jade leech‼️of all people i could've be friends with‼️

the school fear u two

full on shaking on their timbers, knees weak not in a good way and vision blurry when they see u two together

Kalim:

a victim to ur lies

a soon to be gonta kinnie LNFOAOAOA

/j pls dont attack me😁

no cause he didn't suspect u at ALL

u can tell him any lies and he will believe it 100% without doubts and would even support u or help u (depends on the context of the lie)

he can't see it but it seems you've grown your own tail and horns

talking to u is like a rollercoaster

you're happy? well kalim is practically jumping in joy seeing u happy!

you're suddenly crying for no reason? well he's joined u in crying

you're mad at him? he'll try his best to make whatever he did wrong right!

while ur still mistrustful of the people around u, u probably considered him as ur friend at sone point

bc come on now, he's such a sweetheart:( how are u supposed to resist this:(

well uh best buddies?:D kinda?:D

Jamil:

straight up barked at u to STAY THE HELL AWAY, AT LEAST 10 FEET AWAY FROM HIM AND ESPECIALLY KALIM

well he didn't actually barked but u get the point

looks at u like this😡 when you're abt to approach him or kalim

and then u look at him like this 🤔😘🤞

you are now his reason of migraine

he alr have a walking headache before (COUGH COUGH kalim COUGH COUGH)

but now he have another walking headache—you!

if u and kalim walked into a room he's in together? that's jamil's walking migraine

sometimes, he prayed to the sky above to just end his misery and let him pass in a golden coffin or smth since he's sick and tired of u

would use his broom to fight u off the dorm, don't test him and his broom stick fighting skills🤬🤬💪💪

Vil:

you are not worth his time BEGONE *sprays u with an entire can of bug spray idk*

he have crossed paths with floyd here and there so he had seen someone having this mood swings that made him wanna rip his hair out

he had also came across someone who lied to get what they want in the industry

but u? oh great sevens

he would rather be in the same room as that liar and floyd and was forced to interact with them

bc not only are u confusing??? ur pretty annoying??? that it actually ruins his day???

and he absolutely hates how ur praises sounds like ur mocking him AND how u insult him right in his face, like how dare you???

would conplain to rook about u

he is very close to bodyslamming u into a wall so be careful‼️this is early warning‼️

but since he's an actor, he's quite observant and could tell what traits a person have

so high chance he might caught up to ur lies and why you're like this🤔???

he still wants nothing to do with u tho LNFOAOAOA

Rook:

ah yes you are QUITE THE INSPIRATION😍😍

he's oh so curious about u that he actually lurks around trees, bushes or pillars where you're near

which probably heightened ur mistrust towards him so oops?

HE SWEARS IT IS NOT LIKE THAT DEAR TRICKSTER💔💔💔HE DOES NOT MEAN ANY HARM, PLS DO NOT MISTRUST HIM💔💔

and if u somehow caught him and gave him this scary warning?

and ur not being /j but /srs?!

rook is ready with a poem in hand

scratch that, he'll make u a book of poetry as long as u forgive him and let him off the hook!

he had observed u for quite a while so he knows just how to handle u (esp with those mood swings)

and is pretty observant enough to tell when you're lying and when you're not

unlike vil, he would absolutely love to observe u more and hang around u even after he caught up to how u actually are!

congrats for having a french oddball by ur side?🤔

Idia:

"Top 10 reasons why i should never go out and why the outside world is just straight up a horror movie—the top of the list is of course, the ramshackle's prefect!! >:("

he avoids u like the plague too

or if we're going by modern terms considering his dorm, then he avoids u like you're covid

like he's abt to go out to buy some snacks bc he forgot to buy then online and saw u in the cameras? haha uh maybe starving is fine😁👍‼️

you're getting near his dorm for some reason? CALL ORTHO. CALL ORTHO AND PROTECT THE DORM RN.

and if he were to ever went out and saw u? oh he just wants to bury himself 6 feet under bc oh no oh no he was not supposed to be in ur line of sight at all!

well idia has not known peace ever since(3)

literally was abt to sob whenever u came to bother him

and ur mood swings? even worse, he wants to lock himself away from society forever

BUT the blueprints u asked him to make are quite op😳 thats the only thing he can bond with u with

more than happy to make the blueprint of ur ideas bc wow!! he never thought of this before and now he wants to know how it works and how good and useful is it:D!!!

yeah that's the only way to get idia tk talk to u ig🤔 any other times, he would just let his sorrow swallow him

Malleus:

he tries his best to tolerate u, he really did

but as soon as he appeared in front of ur dorm one day, he had not known peace since(4)

like he legit just feel pure exhaustion after talking to u

cause you literally went from happy to sad crying to angry yelling to sadistic sinister smile to normal happy again

^and all that happens under 10 minutes of talking with u, mind u

you're annoying>:( like rook

well not stalker level annoying like rook but close enough

sometimes tho, he just wants to🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡ u out of frustration

and then remembered how fragile humans are so be just

took some time to back away from u just so he can have a few deep breaths and calm himself down

u might wanna be careful tho🤔since one day he might just snapped and you'll be unseasoned barbeque chicken

Lilia:

interesting human:D!

although quite rare, he had met a few people like urself

plus, he had observed humans for years now so he knows just how to deal with u

could absolutely tell just what are u actually feeling, what u said are lies or not and what ur intentions are, etc!

and he is more than happy to give u advice if u ever need it!

bastard #1 meeting bastard #2, what could go wrong? everything

oh the whole school had not known peace(5) ever since u and lilia became best buddies

both of ur favorite pastime are pranking the people around u:D! especially those who gave y'all amusing reactions!

the whole school shaking in their timbers whenever they see the two of u

and if they overheard u two wanting to prank someone? it's every man for themselves

they all scrambled away from u and left their friends behind

absolutely makes u have tea parties with him!:D

hehe but it's a gamble if it's made by him or brought from the school cafeteria/store^^

overall? partners in crime. got people running away from y'all left and right

[ramzawrites]

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.

[mnxxlove]

Hi loving your page just wondering if I could get a Richard madden hurt comfort fic plz;)

TEMPORARY DAMAGED

Pairing: Richard Madden

Prompts:

14; Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2091

Summary: Reader had gone through a really bad experience a few months ago… Y/n last relationship was abusive, toxic and manipulative. Her old boyfriend Nate, dumped her, just after cheating on her leaving her completely shattered.

Before and after the breakup, Y/n has always one of her closest friends to her side. Richard has given her some many pieces of advice here and there but her blinded heart, always made her wrong.

Months after breaking up, Richard made himself a promise to keep an eye on her but within months passed the only thing he figured out was that his love towards Y/n wasn’t merely platonic. His feelings started blooming once she let him into her heart but he then got scared of hurting her. That was his biggest fear.

Warnings: fluffiness overload, protectiveness, lots of heart eyes, caring, a bit of angst (srry hehe)

author’s note; It’s been so long! Just felt like writing smth like this ‘cause I needed some comfort too tbh. Hope you guys enjoy it! [ This has been on my drafts for so many months now, sorry thoo ] 💚

Thanks for your request ⭐️

*not my gif

The windows were wide open. Some fresh air came from the forest nearby giving him shivers that ran through his spine continuously. It was quite early in the morning and she was already trying to get her second cup of coffee of the day. Although the atmosphere felt peacefully relaxing, the cold shadows of the trees made Y/n’s wooden house to be somewhat freezing. She liked it but it also gave her an odd sensation of nostalgia she couldn’t comprehend quite too well.

The yellow lamp that was hanging from the ceiling was not turned on but a few white cinnamon candles were instead. There were some placed at the tea table that was behind her and there were also placed on the dark shelf that was above the piano, just where Y/n was currently playing. She was sitting on the black shiny chair in complete frustration. Her tired eyes scanned for the eleventh time in her notebook. She has been composing some songs lately, something which has been rather unusual for her even when that was basically her only job. Y/n thought it’d be impossible to write any songs or to compose any of them, but he has been encouraging her these past few days and she obviously needed to at least try…

She has not touched any of her instruments or written down any songs in the past six months. A lot has happened since Nate broke up with her. She’s not only received weird voicemails coming from him, telling her that they should go back together and that he supposedly changed for the better but even if they weren’t even together anymore, her mind was so used to his manipulative tongue that she was still pretending it was all her fault. She truly thought for a moment, that he was right and they should definitely go back together. Y/n wasn’t stupid, however, she believed that his manipulation made her belive she loved him. Y/n knew that the way he has treated her was not the best and that he could be quite too much of an arse. Nevertheless, he hasn’t always been like that with her. He could be sweet and kind. Even if that was a mask, she was too blinded to know it still.

She tries to convince herself to this day that even if she thinks that they should get back together it’s not worth it. Even after all the tears she’s cried and all the nightmares he’s put her through, Y/n was still somehow convinced to meet him a week ago. They met in a public place, while they drank a mug of hot chocolate. She was broken inside and out, but Y/n tried to not let him notice. She dressed herself with her favourite clothes and placed her hair in a way she knew it would suit her perfectly. She looked decent, too good for him. The fake smile that curved down Y/n lips seemed real, but deep down she knew that she was not going to be able to take it anymore.

Disenchanted, she kept playing the piano as she let her thoughts invade her heart once again. She remembered how anxious but happy she was that same day. Even the mere memory of the simple view of her own reflection standing in the mirror of her bathroom passed through her mind unconsciously, making her feel quite embarrassed of how pathetic she was feeling. She was ashamed of thinking she believed that she loved Nate. If she did he was never going to be worthy of her heart, or at least that’s what Richard has told her repeatedly… Suddenly her steady hands started shaking but y/n kept playing once the memory of Nate’s face fogged her with an abrupt emptiness. Her fingers slipped through the keys of her instrument vaguely well. Sadly, she couldn’t help but remember how she used to feel about all of this back then over and over again. It was suffocating. As if Nate was never going to leave her be. And now, even more knowing the fact that he’s promised to be a completely different person. Y/n knew it was a trap, but part of her wanted it to be true, which was bold and she knew it…

In a few minutes, her mind was clouded with thousands of thoughts. It wasn’t only the fact that she has been wondering about her ex, but her friend as well. Every single time Nate has hurt her in some way, she’s always had Richard no matter the circumstances. And even if she has tried to be for him too, it was impossible, and unfair. Exhaustion filled her body, leaving it tense. Y/n let out a deep sigh, her fingers still smoothly pressing some more than four keys of the piano at the same time. Her mind was being too loud at the moment, and even if she needed a break, Y/n knew that she was not going to stop, nevertheless, once a sudden whimper came out from her mouth, her eyes got shut down tightly, and both her hands pressed so many keys at the same time, forming a horrible yet unsettling sound that formed a outrageous echo all over the house. Y/n was breathless as if she had been holding her breath in for who knows how long. Still having her eyelids shut, she closed the piano slowly and placed both her elbows on top of the fall board. Her hands holding her heavy head in between them.

“Hey...” A soft yet familiar voice sounded from behind. Y/n shocked her head repeatedly, letting Richard know that it would be better not to approach.

Pursing his lips in concern, he looked at her and still walked towards her, both his hare hands trailing up to her shoulders. He was uncertain of his own actions. It didn’t matter what he did, because he’d still bleed for her.

What he felt for her was intense and pure and was completely afraid to mess it up but he cared for her too much to let her be on her own when he knows exactly when she’s asking for help.

“… The song isn’t going so bad. What 's wrong?” His soothing voice mixed with his hands caressing her shoulders over the thick wool jacket that she was wearing, felt quite comforting. She didn’t want him to take his firm yet soft hands off her. It was the only way she could feel present, not drifting through her past or getting herself lost in her worst memories. Richard supposed that she’s only gotten stressed out so he calmed down.

Not knowing what to say, Y/n raised her chin. Her head resting now on his chest. Her eyes stared at his own, and by doing this, he knew there was something else going on. Richard furrowed his eyebrows worried, one of hands traveled up to her face, staying right in between her neck and her jaw. His thumb made a few caresses on her chin which made her smile innocently. Richard’s blue stare was fixed on with tenderness. He really adored her and it killed him not knowing what was wrong. His hand traveled down again, placing on her shoulders one last time. Pursing his together he pressed his chin on her head and just sighed to himself before speaking.

“Is there anything you want us to talk about?” His deep response warned her. Y/n swallowed hard. She didn’t even know how he’s amazed her the fact that he’s realised how she really was.

Richard didn’t even stutter in asking her, though. He knew that something was off and was not not going to ignore it. He scanned her face, right before he decided to brush his hand off her body. Scoffing, he sat beside her.

“I just got tired of repeating this song over and over again.” She added,forcing a smile. But he wasn’t stupid, he knew her quite too well. Richard’s observant and he’s able to sense if something’s wrong with her easily. There was no way he was going to believe her, though. Sighing, he bowed his head aside.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?” He continued, offering his hand for her to hold. Y/n placed her hand on his own an wrapped their fingers together.

“I just… I made something. And I have been deciding if it’s a good idea to tell you or not, cause, I don’t want you to get upset.” Y/n admitted, her face lowered.

She was ashamed. Part of her didn’t want to tell him about it, but it was the right thing to do. Her words resounded like a holy echo in his head as if his mind was an empty space. His palms started to get sweaty and he could not help but to move his left foot every once and then, anxiously.

“I doubt that. But hey, it 's okay. I won’t get upset with you, alright?” He smiled honestly, trying as best as he could to keep himself calmed.The least he wanted was to accidentally raise his voice and scare her. Richard was direct but still soft spoken, letting her trust him.

“I’ve received messages from Nate. And the other day, we decided to meet and have a chat. But I left before any of us started talking about getting or not getting back together... I know, I’ve told you so many times, that I didn’t want to get back with him, and that I didn’t love him. I was confused. I am in fact more than confused right now. He makes me feel insecure in my own head. He seemed completely different. Changed… But whenever he spoke, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the bad things he made me go through. So, right before he decided to ask me, I left.” She added, without keeping eye contact with Richard’s piercing blue eyes not even once. Y/n felt nakedly exposed whenever they’d have deep conversations or mere arguments. It made her feel small and vulnerable, but not in a bad way.

“...I don’t know what to do. I’m aware of what’s going on. I know he’s still right up here, inside my head. Messing up with my thoughts and my feelings which I definitely can’t stand anymore.” Y/n sighed, looking at him. She expected him to be concerned or to look at her with pity, however, on the other hand, he looked the exact opposite. He seemed proud of her but his eyes seemed off, sad.

“You’ve been in a toxic relationship for over three years. It was understandable, that you weren’t going to be a hundred percent sure of your feelings, at the end. I told you that it was going to be okay. You cried everyday, for over a week, telling me that it was going to be impossible. And that you weren’t going to be able to trust anyone, not even yourself. But here we are now. You trusted in yourself deeply. And you made the wisest of the decisions. And it is such an achievement! You shouldn’t feel bad for it. Really.”Richard admitted happily. She didn’t see his reaction though, she was looking down, playing with her hands uncomfortably.

“Hey…” He whispered, catching her attention. Richard took her chin delicately and moved it towards his direction, so she could look at him straight to his eyes.

They didn’t say anything but if their eyes were able to express everything they wanted to say, no one would be able to separate them, not even their hearts. It was easy to let her know that he loved her, but at the same time it was so damn hard to admit it, although she already knew he did.

She knew that he loved her to bits, but Y/n never crossed through her mind the mere thought of him loving her romantically. Bold of her to even see how bright his eyes shone when he sees her and how petite she makes him feel sometimes. There was nothing in the world he most desired for but for her to know what he truly felt for her.

She would someday… At least not until her heart heals, Richard would not make a single movement. He wants to be with her, but there’s no rush to tell her, and there’s no need to force a broken heart to love his own.

[ilovemen-sm]

Fierce Deity x Reader One-shot

THIS IS COMPLETELY GENDER NUTERAL! :D It also can be taken romantically if you want or just platonically. Although there are a few instances where you as a reader get flustered, but that could just be due to other reasons! You can get flustered and not like someone romantically!

His cold blank eyes burned into my skin as he gazed at me thoughtfully. His lips pursed in a tight line. My body quivered in his presence, feeling unworthy to be near such a divine being. I was merely a simple Hylian who so happened to come across his mask. It was a simple mistake, one I feared would be the end of me. He was the demon god of chaos and destruction after all. And yet, he just stared. My heart pounded loudly against my chest, a million thoughts swarming my head. What was he thinking right now? I felt the sweat slowly form on my brow, my knees shaking more. The demon god in front of me finally sighed and spoke. His voice was echoey, somewhat deep, and yet still smooth. 

“What is it you desire from this meeting mortal?” His voice melted my heart, my head going woozy. His words had no ill intent and were spoken softly as if knowing I was no threat to him. Finally, I speak up, “It was merely an accident, My Lord, I’m so very sorry for waking you.” I quickly avoided eye contact as I finished my statement, my cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

“You have no reason to be sorry. Besides I’m here now, there must be something you want? For a fair price in exchange of course.” His expression stayed the same, his eyes scanning over my body. I reached my hand over to rub my opposite arm nervously, biting my lip. I didn’t know what to say. What I desired was far too embarrassing to admit to someone such as himself. My body froze in shock, my heart skipping a few beats. A pair of strong muscular arms were wrapped around me softly, holding me closely. His voice once again cut through my thoughts, “Worry not human, I know what you desire. No need to be embarrassed.” My heart rapidly increased speed, my whole body warming up. A holy Divine Deity was holding me, almost lovingly. My body melted in with his as he used one of his hands to massage my shoulder blades. I moaned slightly in satisfaction. The creature holding me knew it was not a moan of sexual delight. As that was not what I desired.

“You wish to be felt cared for and loved. Held closely as your worries fade away while you are in the arms of someone you trust. I do hope I am someone you can trust.” I smiled softly and hugged back, letting the Deity massage me. I looked up at the tall creature, wondering.

“What is it you want in exchange?” I whisper, my back arching as my muscles loosened. The man sighed shortly and ran his fingers through my hair.

“Only to know how the mortal mind works. As I was not one of the ones who created man, I do not understand anything about you people. I want to know so I know how to protect Terminia better.” He speaks calmly. I smile.

“I will try my best to hold up my end of the deal then.” I say, locking eyes with his pale blue ones. His lips curled up slightly as he continued to play with my hair, letting me let loose.

-Its honestly not the best and it could be part of a mini series where you help FD understand mortals and how he can help them since all he knows is destruction. This was really ooc for FD though but eh. Lemme know if you want it to be a mini series or smth-