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Daisy didn't listen to Leon. "I'm not leaving you." was all she responded with, offering him a stern look to back it up. It all happened so quickly though as the pair tumbled to the ground. Even so she didn't go for the door. In fact she attempted again to intervene. When Jake managed to get on top of Leon she grabbed onto the man's shoulders trying with all her strength to pull him off. Yet even with her adrenaline pumping, she couldn't. Jake knocked Daisy off with a swift elbow to her nose.
It was no worse than the times she broke her nose during cheerleading, she refused to let it slow her down. "I said get off of him, you jackass." she practically hissed between her teeth. In the dark of the cabin she scanned the room again for anything she can use. Before she could stop and debate whether she should, she grabbed a nearby hammer.
Once again Daisy climbed onto Jake's back, lifting her arms high over her head before bringing the hammer down against the back of his head. Blood splattered upon the contact. If she had been paying attention she would have noticed how quickly his body sagged. Still she hit him at least three more times before she finally dropped the weapon, spitting some of the crimson out of her mouth. When she started to compose herself she stood, doing her best to help Leon roll Jake's limp body off of him. "Are you okay?" she asked breathlessly, her head tilting.
She held a blood-stained hand out to her beau, offering a hand up.
What the actual fuck. Everything was happening at hyperspeed, leaving Leon with an aching jaw and utterly bewildered. One second he and Jake were having a heated discussion, that was clearly ending in brutality, and the next Daisy was upon them, forcing distance between the males. "Dais." Leon's gruff voice drips with confusion and concern. Where had she come from? How long had she been near? What remarks had drifted to her ears?! He hadn't the slightest, but he was swift to put himself between her and Jake, who now had a look of complete hatred burning his features. "You shouldn't be here." He hissed silently under his breath, panic threatening to slip.
Jake had doubtlessly been caught by surprise, but astonishment swiftly transformed into fury. He gawked between the lovers with disdain, chest heaving like that of a beast. With a loud lament, he darts forward, hands reaching out to snatch Leon. "I told you!" Jake wails. Their frames tumble roughly to the ground with an echoing thud, a chorus of groans ringing from the pair. "Get out of here!" Leon demands, his words meant for the female. Bodies tangle as fists begin swinging wildly in attempts to meet their target. A busted lip here, bloodied nose there. "Go!"
#im not gonna lie guys#idek what kind of tws to put in here#tw blood#tw murder#tw death#tw fuck around and find out#opp:leon#daisy:dash
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(Tw?) Swearing: okay so I recently read your void state va the void post and, uhm, I didn’t listen to the warning about leaving when you feel negative. I can’t tell if it’s just my anxiety or empathy because it’s it like I haven’t felt this way before but I just want to know how to get into a more positive state of mind without my adhd and anxiety sidetracking me into worse thoughts about what could happen (because I was planning to try and shift into a preferred reality tonight hut now rly dont want to because of the whole you can accidentally slip into the void) Also, If I ever do go into the void (because I’m scared shitless now) would I die if I died in the noon by some entity? What if there no where to hide? Imma stop myself here e on the what ifs but you get the jist. I hope u are able to respond soon ToT. (Also idk if Thai changes anything but like 13 going on 14? If that like idek man. Your post was basically the first I read about the void even when i was trying to research the void state) ty for reading this way too long rant. I just found this account and you posts are absolutely amazing! <3
Hi! From this, I did not quite get if you got into the void or not. I'm sorry for not understanding, lol.
I'm sorry that right now you are scared of it happening, and I'm truly sorry I put this fear in you. I will do my best to calm your anxieties, and if you have any more questions, my DMs are always open to answer them.
If you are trying to shift, you are specifically planning to go to a specific place or a desired reality, so entering the void by accident can be harder. Even if it wasn't, the probability of that happening is still pretty low. Plus, unless you are conscious in your dream, the void will feel like a nightmare or a relaxing dream (depending on where you end up).
When it comes to the dying thing, no, you would not die here. If you die in the void, you will just wake up suddenly and maybe scared (it's what happens to me, but I don't know if it is the same for everyone). There is always somewhere to hide. The major part of the void is scary, but there are some cool stuff and really even calming places and entities that tend to help.
Your age does not change a thing, but it is nice to see that a person so young is interested in the spiritual and non-spiritual world.
Thank you for reaching out and for your kind words about my blog! you are so sweet! I'm glad you're finding my posts helpful, and I appreciate you taking the time to let me know you enjoy them. <3
#manifestation#manifesting#shifting methods#loa methods#manifestation method#spiritual development#manifesation#journal#explain the method#explained
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hii!! i was wondering if you could do a dee oneshot with a reader who dresses in the coquette style and is like his complete opposite (ex. shes like nice and shows a lot of emotion and affection) and she meets his family?
i live & breathe the opposite aesthetic S/O head canons how did u know.
tws / none? besides some cursing :)
Dee with an S/O who has the opposite style -
He 9/10 has silent crisis's as to how he got here. cause what do you MEAN this literal angel on earth, this amazing person, with a soft sense of style, who's sweet & shows their emotions.. is with him.
don't get him wrong though!! he knows he's cool and great, but dude he see's you as this completely different human & is infatuated. he is SMITTEN.
like, you're an angel. sent from god. and he's an atheist so ??? how does that work?? idek
but once the time comes to meet his family, he's shitting bricks
not because he's scared they're not gonna like you, cause who WOULDN'T like you- , it's because he knows they're gonna hop on his ass LMFAOOO
he starts off small introducing you to heavy since you guys probably go to the same school, and he LOVES you.
He loves how welcoming you are & how you just show your emotions freely
thinks ur so out of dee's league and states that everytime he sees you 😭 it annoys dee so much
Heavy taking a liking to you somehow.. adds stress.. but takes away stress in a way
meeting his parents 9/10 was an accident- like it wasn't a fancy dinner or a whole arrangement , they probably saw their kids walking with this other kid who's style is a 180 compared to their children and were like ," huh."
and one random day they just decided to stay outside and say hi!! no malicious thoughts, they simply just wanna see who this other kid is :)
right away they notice how different you are compared to their kids, how you express yourself freely, as well as how you're kind & thoughtful about them!!
you already know victorias jumping on dee the second that door closes.
not even- "god i wish my kids could be as RESPECTFUL and THOUGHTFUL as you 😁" all while staring daggers into her kids with a look that says "be like them."
in total, his family loves you , he's absolutely smitten with you, all is good in life.
i can see heavy thinking that you two might not last because of the sheer differences, but quickly realizes that it's a good thing!! he puts together that you balance eachother out so well oml
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i'm so inlove w this request thank you so much for it 😞 <3
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Oh man, oh boyyyy. So one of my real life best friends sent me a voice message earlier saying, ''dude, you wanna listen to this asap, something happened to me yesterday and this is prime fanfic material, I'm telling you" and uhh, she was right 😳
It's kind of a long story lmao so I'll put it under the cut, but it's worth it if you like romantic, sexy drama (but TW for infidelity and minor bodily harm, I guess)
So my friend isn't originally British, but she's been living in London for years, and we used to be roommates (I know), but then I moved away, and she got a British boyfriend and they're about to move in together. But they're in between houses at the moment, so she's staying with his family in the countryside while he's away on business (something government related that he's always being very mysterious about lol).
So my friend and her boyfriend (I'll call them Maxime and William here, for storytelling purposes) have kind of a complicated relationship. They both cheated on each other more than once and decided to still give their relationship a chance, and while he's a really nice guy (he and I get along really well, too) he's very reserved and rich and British, while Maxime, who's a musician and activist and always works three jobs at a time, is someone who literally used to burst into my room in the middle of the night and fling herself on top of me, crying "I just need to feel something!" (she's fantastic btw, I absolutely adore her)
So anyway, Maxime gets to her boyfriend's family house in the countryside, and when she arrives, William's mother is like, "Oh hello dear, sorry, I need to dash out for a few hours, but James (William's childhood best friend that he's sort of lost touch with and whose name isn't actually James, but you get the idea) is in the garden doing some maintenance." So Maxime is like "Ok cool, I'll go and say hi," because she's never met this old friend of William's.
Turns out, James is ridiculously hot and built and working up a sweat in the garden. So she's just like, "Uh hi, I'm William's girlfriend," and he smiles timidly and is like, "Sorry, I'd shake your hand but my hands are dirty." You get the idea.
So Maxime - selflessly - offers James something to drink, and once he's finished up his work, he comes inside, and they strike up a conversation. They hit it off right away, talking for hours, and at some point they start a game of chess (idek, as you do in the countryside, I guess). Since Maxime is kind of a sore loser, once things start looking a little grim for her, emotions run high and she gets frustrated and snaps at James, "Ugh, I kinda wanna hit you right now."
And he just shrugs and says, "Okay, do it."
So Maxime is like, "...lol, I'm not actually going to hit you, you're crazy," but he starts goading her, until at some point she's just like "Fine!" and gives him a halfhearted slap. James just laughs and asks, "Come on, that all you've got? Really?" so of course my competitive friend is like "Ok well fuck you," and slaps him across the face, hard. AND THIS GUY, this really hot guy, just looks at her with dark eyes, turns her the other cheek, and says, "Please."
So what can she do but slap him again, right?
And then while they're just kind of staring at each other, both of them breathing hard, William's mother comes back. She's oblivious to the tension, but James immediately gets up like, "Right, I'll be going then," and Maxime gets up too to see him out and compose herself a little before facing the mother. And then at the door, before he leaves, James turns to to Maxime, kisses her cheek, whispers, "Thank you for making me feel something."
LIKE. God. JESUS. Like, ok well, damn.
While I'm not a judgemental person, and I believe life and love can be messy sometimes, infidelity isn't something I'd ever encourage, so I did tell my friend firmly that she can't seek this guy out again, at least not while she's still dating her boyfriend, and she said she wouldn't, so let's hope she won't. I'm also aware of the dangers of romanticising toxic behaviour, truly. But the writer part of my brain is just like "...where's the fic??"
I mean, gorgeous, fierce city person meets reserved, rugged country man who likes to be slapped because it makes him feel something?? Ugh, God.
#this is such a bad romance novel plot lmaooo but it'd do great as a stucky fic too imo#there's even a role for p-you know who I mean here#god#why did I ever move away lol#no I'm kidding#I'm not equipped to deal with anything like this#but I love living vicariously through her#minnie talks
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Wedding Blues- Mathew Barzal
AN: This has been sitting in my drafts for forever idek what it is
word count: roughly 1500
TW: none that i can think of
I never liked getting dressed up as a kid, and I can’t say it has gotten any better with the years. However I can manage a few hours in a dress, but only because it’s my cousin’s wedding. I even put on the high heels, which I rarely do. Ever. Having been on skates helps with the balance though.
Now, as I’m standing in front of the church I regret the heels. They are far too cold and unbalanced to be walking around in snow. As the bells begin to toll, signaling that it’s time to enter the church, I breathe out a sigh of relief, watching the fog that forms from my breath dissipate into the frigid air. It is a nice day though. The snow has been falling for three days this week, light and fluffy. Currently though, the sky is clear and the sun is shining.
I take one last look behind me as I lift my skirt to ascend the stairs, just in time to see a car roll up to the parking lot. It looks a little too familiar, but I can’t see the license plate. So I shrug it off and walk through the double doors.
The bells stop tolling, and everyone, family and friends of the pair start to settle in on our respective sides. Just as we near five minutes to four, someone opens the door and the entire church turns to look out of curiosity, myself included. My heart stops a little, seeing Mat standing there in a suit. Of course he would be here, it’s his captain marrying my cousin anyway.
If it wasn’t enough with him being here, he sucks the breath out of me the instant his hazel eyes connect with mine. He almost looks a little sad. Until he shakes his head a little, and takes a seat by the door, not wanting to cause more of a disturbance than he already has.
I turn away, feeling my sister bump my side, but I choose to ignore her. This isn’t a day for my dramatics. Three minutes pass till the bells toll, this time a little slower. The double doors open again and I watch as Emily’s and Ander’s friends and teammates start walking down the aisle as bridesmaids and groomsmen. We all stand up and I spot Anders shaking his hands lightly, to get some of the nerves out of them. I suppose I would too, if I would be the one getting married.
But as soon as Emily steps through the doorway, I swear, I swear, Anders relaxes at once. His shoulders lower and a soft smile graces his lips as he takes in my cousin. Who by the way has stunned the entire church with her presence. Emily, to put it simply, looks as beautiful as the day is.
The ceremony itself is simple but still filled with love. And it makes sense, I have had conversations about this with Emily, how easy their love feels. They, like any other couple have had their ups and downs and disagreements. But they have talked and communicated through it, making it until this day.
I can’t say the same for me and Mat. I mean, while it was difficult for me to realize that I was falling in love with him. It was a fight to stay with him. Both practically and emotionally. I’m so lost in my own thoughts that when I look up from my hands Anders and Emily are saying their “I do’s”.
They are descending the stairs and I can’t help the somber feeling in my chest. I can’t help the growing feeling of anxiety in my heart.
I carpool with my sister to the reception, and while I can tell that she’s happy to be celebrating love, like the hopeless romantic she is, I can tell that she knows I feel off.
“You ought to have known he was going to be here.”
She deadpans as she parks the car in the hotel parking lot.
“Was it stupid of me to hope he had gotten sick or something?”
I chuckle weakly as she looks at me. I can’t help but start to pick at my painted, light pink nails.
“I mean, arriving five minutes before the ceremony begins? What kind of drama is that.”
This time Christa chuckles and shakes her head.
“I’ll be here through the entire thing, but this is an opportunity to make amends with him.”
Is the last thing she says before exiting the car, leaving me alone with my thoughts again. I step out of the car and ignore Mat getting out, three cars over.
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The night is dragging out and time is nearing midnight. The sky is clear, filled with stars, I can tell from the floor to ceiling windows I have direct access from my spot.
“You know, he really misses you Clary.”
I turn, and look Anthony dead on. He’s dressed nicely in a suit, it’s not one of his game days suits, I can tell, cause like most of the guys on the team he has gone for a three piece. His dark hair is styled back, unlike the person he’s talking about.
“Then he can come tell me himself, and not send a messenger.”
I mumble, not really in the mood for this. Not in the mood for pleasantries and trips down memory lane.
“Okay.”
In a second he is up and away, headed in Mathews direction.
“Wait, hold on Anthony!”
I am just about to stand up and go after him, when I think of something better. People have already looked my way, so I bend down in my chair and pick up the heels I discarded an hour ago, and start walking towards the main exit.
I’m just about to turn down a hallway I don’t know, when I hear his steps close in on me.
“Clairy, please, just wait.”
His voice, just him saying my name, it makes me go soft all over. So I turn, feeling my dress drag across the floor.
“What Mathew.”
I sigh, not knowing quite where to look. His hair is not the same organized dark mess it was when he arrived late. Now it’s more of a messy mess, like he has been dragging his hand though it over and over.
“I do miss you, you know.”
Mat breathes out as he takes a step closer to me.
“Do I? Cause there was no sign of you missing me, anywhere.”
I take a step back, and he cringes a little at that.
“Yeah, I miss you, nothing is the same anymore.”
He looks pained, like it hurts to admit it. It can’t hurt as much as hearing it.
“You mean, your bed is cold?”
And maybe it’s a little harsh, but it is how I feel. At least at the end of the relationship.
“Clary…”
“No Mat, that’s what I felt like at the end of it all. I felt like I was just someone to keep your bed warm and dinner ready. The worst part about that is that you KNEW that’s not what I wanted for myself, I can’t believe I fell in love with you.”
I confess, and I can feel the regret creeping up my spine, I never told him I love him.
“You fell in love with me?”
The hope in his eyes is like a match in the dark.
“God, of course I did Mat, how could I not?”
He looks a bit confused as well.
“But you never said anything?”
“You know, I thought you knew, why else would I move across the country for you? I had nothing in New York, except you. If I didn’t love you, then why would I have spent so many nights alone, wondering when you’d come home? I thought you knew, because I wouldn’t have taken those chances for anyone else.”
Realisation seems to dawn on him, as his shoulders relax and his whole posture changes from worried to.. well at least less concerned.
“I’m so sorry, you were never just someone to keep my bed warm, I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to understand, ‘cause I saw how sad you were each time I left. But you were always so independent, I didn’t think you’d need me. I thought you’d get over it.”
I sigh, beginning to understand how awfully the two of us have miscommunicated.
“I never did get over it. Or you, for that matter.”
This time when he takes a step closer, I don’t step back. I let him reach out and take my hand. Intertwining our fingers together.
“Want to dance? And then we can figure stuff out tomorrow?”
He smiles at me, with those damn puppy eyes.
“Okay, but that’s a promise and I’m holding you to it.”
“You better, ‘cause I don’t plan on letting you go again.”
#mat barzal#mathew barzal#new york islanders#mat barzal imagine#mat barzal blurb#mat barzal prompt#new york islanders blurb#new york islanders imagine
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~ Yandere Hyunjin - X31 [CULT SPECIAL 2/2 PTS]


tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, cult themes (brainwashing etc), violence, blood/gore, murder, disturbing themes, swearing
wc: 3k
a/n: so I’m a bit tipsy and wrote this just like really quickly idek what’s going on or if this is shit lmao sorry, I will proofread this tomorrow mwah love u
summary: the gang from your hometown that you knew as criminals had now kidnapped you and as they take you to their destination you soon find out they’re actually a cult, will you be able to escape or will you become their pet forever?
‘‘ You’re..them ‘‘ you muttered at last somehow sounding disbelieved.
‘‘ You must’ve known right? At least a part of you knew all along ‘‘ he answered with a smirk.
‘‘ You must’ve known right? At least a part of you knew all along ‘‘ he answered with a smirk.
You huffed.
‘‘ If I knew, don’t you think I would’ve fought back harder than I did? ‘‘ you looked at him coldly.
‘‘ Well actually- ‘‘ he leaned in closer to you, so close that you could see your own reflection in his crazy, empty brown eyes.
‘‘ I think you wanted this ‘‘ he adds.
‘‘ W-what are you fucking crazy? ‘‘ you exclaimed hysterically, the panic was overtaking your body every second that passed.
He nodded and the smirk was back again as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. You bet he had seen way worse captures of his, who suffered a lot more.
‘‘ You want to know why? ‘‘ he asked tauntingly.
He didn’t even give you a chance to answer before he went on.
‘‘ You’re a lonely pathetic woman in her 20s. You have no job, no money, no boyfriend or husband and no family ‘‘ he said this in such a mocking manner that it took you aback. You felt like your whole body went cold, like you were an insect under his magnifying glass and after he had inspected you he crushed you.
This was all too much for you. You tried the best that you could to turn away from him, sort of looking out the window - only, all the windows were covered up and you assumed it was to make you feel disoriented and not see where you were. It was smart, you’d admit that. On top of that the leader had kept you occupied so you didn’t even get the chance to feel what ways the car was turning to somehow name your location.
He didn’t say anything more for the rest of the ride except for a low,
‘‘ I’m Hyunjin. The leader ‘‘
Then he left you alone, you weren’t sure if he was watching you but it sure felt like his eyes never left you, even when you were turned so that you couldn’t see him in the corner of your eye, the feeling of his gaze lingered.
Not long after, the van came to an abrupt stop throwing you forwards slightly. The doors were slid open revealing the familiar guys from before. Only three of them were in the doorway now though, one shorter one with freckles, the other shorter one with a mean and stern looking face and one that looked like a golden retriever. As you looked at them you wondered how they had ended up here in this gang. They were once normal people just like yourself, what happened to them? Perhaps...they were kidnapped like yourself and they would try to make you one of them?
‘‘ Get out ‘‘ the mean looking one barked at you and then said to Hyunjin ‘‘ We’re here master. Everything is ready ‘‘
The leader reached over again to unbuckle your seatbelt but he wasn’t really looking at you this time, he seemed to be in a hurry. In fact he seemed to be so stressed when you had stepped out that he swept you off your feet. You yelped in surprise but he wasted no time, walking straight away towards the buildings doors.
It looked like it was some kind of abandoned church. It was worn down and dark, covered in graffiti and had several white sheets covering up the window. You shivered at the creepy vibe it gave off, it looked like the perfect place for a gang.
As your group approached the entry doors, two of the guys from before hurried up in front to hold the doors open for Hyunjin and you. You felt him walk again and you tried to turn from your place in his arms to look around. You gasped.
People in masks and dark cloaks stood in a circle around some kind of table. The walls were dirty and worn out just like the outside and the familiar church seats didn’t look very familiar anymore, they were filled with clutter like books and candles. More candles decorated the walls and it had weird drawn symbols in white and red, which looked too much like blood.
You desperately tried to crawl out but his arms clinging onto you only got harder, tightening the grip. You were coming closer and closer to the group who had now turned when they noticed your presence. The group split in the middle, making way for you to pass through. You heart dropped when you had passed by the people.
Right there was an altar. It had old dry blood ingrained in it all over. By how the dried blood looked like it had run down the sides, you thought about how much blood there had to have been there, they probably killed someone and the thought of it makes you sick.
He sat you down unexpectedly gentle and stepped back slightly while looking at you. You felt like there wasn’t a chance in hell to escape with the mob getting ever so closer as the seconds passed, soon they’d be suffocating you although it felt like their mere presence was already doing that.
‘‘ W-what, where am I...Hyunjin ‘‘ you said his name slowly as if trying it out.
His expressions didn’t change, he looked cold like he had done that same night you met him.
‘‘ Y/n, I’ve had my eyes on you for a long time. Planning, waiting for the perfect moment to take you away ‘‘ he explained calmly.
You didn’t say anything but when he said he’d been watching you for a long time you felt chills down your spine again. You didn’t feel safe here and you didn’t know what they wanted.
‘‘ Master decided to save you ‘‘ one of the mob whispered in an almost hysteric voice.
They looked really riled up or quite frankly, crazy - from the way they got closer and closer and how they looked at their leader with so much admiration, like he was some sort of God.
‘‘ Save me? ‘‘ you asked looking straight at Hyunjin to try to read his face.
You thought that maybe they were just joking but he still didn’t move a muscle. He took a deep breath before speaking again.
‘‘ You see, all the people out there they’re really bad people. They have turned to the false God and I’m the only one who can save you ‘‘ he answered fairly casually studying your face and reaction to what he had said.
‘‘ Uh, false God? ‘‘
‘‘ Jesus and his father ‘‘
You huffed. It still felt like a joke but the people surrounding you made you doubt it. Either they were really good actors or this crazy man had taken advantage of vulnerable people and brainwashed them into worshipping him.
‘‘ He’s evil and tries to mask his evil words with acts of ‘‘ kindness ‘‘ ‘’ he air-quoted the word kindness and looked truly annoyed as he explained this to you.
You weren’t really sure how to respond.
‘‘ I...Appreciate that and what you do but I would like to go home now, is that okay? ‘‘ you tried.
‘‘ No ‘‘
Silence followed. You felt like the mob were silently judging you and maybe even hated you because you got all this attention from their precious leader.
‘‘ U-um well I do have to go, I’m not interested sorry ‘‘ you swung your legs over the stone seat and put your feet on the ground below.
He didn’t move from his spot which made you hopeful, but then when you approached the mob expecting them to step aside for you to pass - they didn’t. They stood just as still, just like him. You saw him turn to you and then felt a hard grip around your forearm.
He was angry but you also saw some hint of disgust in his eyes.
‘‘ See everyone how grateful you are that I saved you, see what could’ve become of you. We’ve got a lot of work to do with this one ‘‘ he said to the mob while staring into your eyes. He smirked for a moment and that’s when you realised, this was a cult.
He was fully aware of the truth vs made up things and how he affected all these people but you supposed he liked the power. It made you sick yet again to think about how many lives he had ruined by spewing such nonsense.
His loyal followers all shouted in union,
‘‘ Yes master! ‘‘
Before Hyunjin started to drag you to a doorway at the opposite side of the room. It felt like his grip was getting tighter and tighter and you groaned quietly at the pain, it was sure to leave bruises but you knew he didn’t care - he had probably left a fair amount of bruises on his followers before.
He took you through the doorway and turned to the right. You reached a long stone corridor that felt very creepy. He kept dragging you until he had gotten to the room at the end of the corridor. There, he still kept his iron grip on you while fumbling in his pockets to take out a silver key.
‘‘ This is where you will be staying ‘‘
Anger bubbled up inside you. Who is he to decide that he was gonna ‘’ save you ‘’ to kidnap you and to order you around without you having a choice? It made you feel so belittled, and because of it you hated him already and what made it worse is the fact that you were pretty sure he enjoyed it.
He shoved you in and closed the door behind him swiftly without turning his back to you, smart, he didn’t even give you one opportunity to escape him.
‘‘ Tomorrow will be your first ritual, you should be excited ‘‘ he gave you a small smile.
You wanted to punch him so bad, to kick and scream and to run for your life. The room he had pushed you into was as cold-stoned as the corridor had been, literally. It looked like an old-school prison cell in those castles with stone floor, walls and ceiling. The windows were barred shut and was way too high up for you to reach anyway.
The only thing that made it look anything other than a prison cell was the double bed in the middle of the furthest wall. It had scarlet velvet looking covers and looked quite comfortable. In that moment you wanted nothing more than for him to leave so you could let your growing exhaustion take over you and figure out a plan to escape later after resting.
And so he actually did - to your surprise. You suppose it was because of the look of burning hate you had given him this whole time or that you had refused to answer him but whatever the reason, you felt relieved.
He sighed and left, closing the door rather harshly after him but you didn’t even look at him, he didn’t deserve that.
Your head found the pillow automatically and you let your body relax, falling asleep not that long after.
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‘‘ Hello? Y/n get the fuck up ‘‘ the distant voice who had been mumbling, or least that’s what it sounded like to you - suddenly started to get louder and clearer.
You body jerked awake when you realised it wasn’t a dream and the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was those brown eyes of the leader himself. He looked annoyed, like you were just a burden to him and the fact that you’d woken up so late was just another inconvenience.
He rolled his eyes.
‘‘ Finally. We haven’t got all day Ms princess ‘‘
You yawned at looked at him still half-asleep. You got up without protesting though because you didn’t want to anger him any more.
You wasted no time and even got dressed in front of him, ignoring his presence while continuing to be in a dazed and tired state.
He seemed to wait as patiently as he could but that didn’t stop him from sending you glares every now and then.
At last you were ready, dressed in a white plain summery dress that had been put out for you to wear. You noticed while walking up to him that he was now wearing very light coloured clothes as well - a strong contrast to the day before. He didn’t have his piercings on, his tattoos were covered and he wore long white linen clothes. You gagged at the thought of him picking out clothes just so you would match.
‘‘ Come on ‘‘ he mumbled. His patience seemed to be running out.
He opened the door and basically pushed you out in front of him, then he closed the door once again and followed quickly. It felt like he was breathing down your neck, not giving you any space to - you assumed - not make you get away. You ignored him being that close and focused on his directions instead. He told you to go back the same way you had come from and out of the church, into a garden where the ‘’ ceremony ‘’ as he called it would happen.
You stayed silent and walked to where he wanted you to. The church was empty, which was a bit odd but you kept going until you laid your hands on the big doors again and pushed it open.
You recognised the place you had been at yesterday, even the car was still there. But you couldn’t do anything, not even get close to the car before Hyunjin barked his orders,
‘‘ Right. Then walk straight to the garden. No stopping ‘‘ and you reacted like a robot, casting one last sorrowful look at a possible escape route.
You followed his directions and walked into a clearing in the forest the church had been hiding behind itself. The mob was there again.
Of course
You thought yourself and couldn’t stop your hand from forming a fist. More people, less chance of escaping. But where else would they be if not by the side of their precious leader?
They gave you very genuinely happy smiles which freaked you out and you smiled back awkwardly to not feel like you were being rude. As you approached the group Hyunjin put his fingertips to your upper back guiding you forwards, or rather to the middle of the circle again who parted once you got close, allowing you to pass through.
Then you spotted it, another altar.
But this time you weren’t really scared, until Hyunjin told you lay down on it and his words from before rang in your head over and over again,
‘‘ Tomorrow will be your first ritual, you should be excited ‘‘
Fuck
What was going to happen to you now?
‘‘ Welcome everyone ‘’ he started off his speech, turning to the gathered crowd.
‘’ We’ve gathered here today to make a union, to forever bond the master, the greatest, to y/n, the princess ‘‘
Your head was spinning. It felt like the coldness of the stone you were laying on had transferred to your blood, making it ice cold. You weren’t even sure if you were alive anymore or if this was possibly just a dream.
‘‘ Y/n? ‘‘ he suddenly called out which caught your attention.
You turned your head to him, tears threatening to fall any second now.
‘‘ I have to do this, for us to be together forever ‘‘ he said this in an almost pitiful way and your gut knew what was coming but you didn’t want to believe it.
You were going to fight and be optimistic until the last second.
‘‘ You first, then me okay? If you keep still this will be quicker ‘‘ the fact that he looked truly sorry made you forget for a moment what kind of person he was.
He walked up to you and you got so enhanced in his eyes, it was easy to see how all the other people had believed his lies. You were even ready to accept your faith, and so you did the only thing you could - you closed your eyes and waited.
You weren’t sure but you think you heard him say ‘’ good girl ‘’ under his breath. You also heard some distant hushed talking and some items being scraped together but you held you breath and kept your eyes closed, it was for the best.
No closed eyes or deep breaths could’ve prepared you for what came next though,
the pain was unbearable. A cold metal that was sharp penetrated your chest causing you to scream out.
‘‘ Stop! Stop! Stop! ‘‘
Hyunjin hushed you comfortingly and stroke your hair slowly, placing small kisses to your forehead but you barely felt them - the pain was so overpowering it felt like it was the only thing you felt.
Eventually when your breaths started becoming more heavy and your vision started to get blurrier, you opened your eyes one last time. You saw the man you had started to hate in such a short time, now...he was your killer.
Then you closed your eyes again and waited and waited while it felt like the liquid had decorated your entire body, hell maybe even the whole forest.
At last, after much suffering
the world did become black and you were finally at peace.
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I saw request are open... so can I ask for headcannons for Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, kaminari with a black s/o who got a fatty I know some of them are ass men.
Bakugo x black!reader, Todoroki x black!reader, Kirishima x black!reader, Kaminari x black!reader
TW: Swearing, idek if this counts as suggestive bc its really not but here's your warning just in case
Note: first off, I'm sorry this took so long I started this when I was back on my grind for my break then school came and hit me like a rock😭 second, I couldn't come up w much for kiri and kami so im sorry but I hope you enjoy
BAKUGO.
Honestly you just gotta get use to the feeling of his hand almost always being on your butt
And the random and kind of painful spanks
Doesn't matter if your laying down, making some food, in the middle of getting dressed, hes gonna do it
As for getting dressed, if youre putting on jeans and do that lil jump wiggle to get into them, expect the hit to be harder than usual
"Nigga you hit me one more time-"
"What? Nothing? Exactly."
But as much as katsuki might be all up on you, he'll be damned if someone even looks at you
"The fuck are you lookin' at my s/o for?"
But if someone TOUCHES you??? Unless you got a gun or the strength/something to stop him it is above you🙏🏾
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PUTTIN' YOUR GREASY ASS HANDS ON?! I SURE HOPE ITS NOT MY S/O. WEREN'T YOU EVER TAUGHT TO NOT TOUCH SHIT THATS NOT YOURS?!"
You're gonna have to drag him away before it gets too ugly
When yall are chillin, his hand is probably on your butt
And if its not, its right above it on your lower back or below on your thigh
He can and will remind you how beautiful you are inside and out
Because yes, your body is immaculate, but you as a person are too, and Katsuki always reminds you because black s/os deserve to be cherished💖
TODOROKI.
He doesn't even know what to do
Like you really have him stuck
When you're turned away from him, all he can do is stare😭
If he can regain some type of function he might come up behind you and wrap his arms around you
Shoto doesn't even know how much he likes it himself, he does everything subconsciously
When yall are laying down together, he won't even know his hand is on your butt, or even near it till he actually sees it
His heart will probably skip a beat, and he'll blush a lil bit
But is he moving his hand?
Absolutely not❤
When shoto learns how to function properly when he looks anywhere below your waist, he'll probably make comments here and there
"Those pants look really nice on you, love."
Most people wouldn't think much of it, but when shoto is acting more lost than usual, hes actually easier to read
So you will 100% know that he appreciates your body (but don't worry, he loves the rest of you too, and he makes it hard to forget💖)
KIRISHIMA.
Hes honestly really shy
Like he 100% notices
But its not manly to be focused on it
Plus hes just a lil sweetie
His eyes wander a LOT and he usually stares for 10 seconds at most before he catches himself and looks away instantly
Eiji knows he likes it... but again, breaking manly code💀so he just has lots of slip ups
His hand subconsciously sliding down your back, wandering eyes, and somehow manages to press up against you subconsciously too
The only thing he does on purpose is just barely have his hand on it while yall cuddle
If Eijiro ever feels like hes been too timid or anything, he'll make sure you know he really does appreciate your body
KAMINARI.
Chile you already know how this shit finna go
This man is grade A perv and only second to m*neta
He is ALWAYS gonna be on you
Pressed up against you with his arms around your waist, hand always a little too low on your waist, 100% stares all the time, etc.
Denki dont have not one CRUMB of shame in him either
He won't try to be slick, even if youre in public. He might chill out a little, but doesn't hide it
Denki knows he can be a bit much, so he tones it down every now and then, and of course reminds you that he loves you for so many more reasons other than your body
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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕
tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader
Yuuga Aoyama
his love language is words of affirmation
like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero
and. he. will. die.
of happiness ofc 🥰
and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆
Mina Ashido
her love language is physical touch
but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way
but rather in a
“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*
and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind
she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)
so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms
if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses
and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it
Tsuyu Asui
i think her love language is gift giving
but not typically gifts from the store
it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks
and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”
then you cry (❤´艸`❤) it’s too precious
also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR
and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them
Tenya Iida
the king of gifts periodt ✋
to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning
he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*
then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)
so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday
and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)
expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours
“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”
“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”
“I-..”
Ochaco Uraraka
her love language is probably quality time
OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE
like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible
you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰
in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous
but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’
also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat
she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY
like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can
deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’
Mashirao Ojiro
he’s a physical touch kinda guy
sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close
or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive
“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.”
then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat*
he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone
AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN
Denki Kaminari
bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him
before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver
however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll
(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)
“it looks exactly like you!”
“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”
anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it
flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs
so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row
-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭
and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out
(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)
(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)
anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000
but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺
he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed
you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..
IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)
Eijirou Kirishima
his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch
like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you
he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth
if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you
he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’
when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.
the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells you what he is thinking all the time
and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup
so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often
(even though he’s telling the truth every time)
so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without seeming like he’s buttering you up
Kouji Kouda
honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love
like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram
he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other
(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)
he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room
religiously takes you out on dates to the park
or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)
Rikidou Satou
acts of service but mostly to do with baking
if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work
he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation
like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm
obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere
and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it
Mezou Shouji
acts of service. but like..service service
he treats you like royalty-
he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold
he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own
if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise
you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to
just an overall gentleman tbh
sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler
so he’ll be like “sure ..
i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”
“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”
Kyouka Jirou
her love language is definitely quality time
there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments
and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood
she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music
but when you’re concentrated, she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior
she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day
the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’
anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her
also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
Hanta Sero
Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person
but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways
he’s like a mix of 4
( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)
he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket
he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you
plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered
and physical touch bc..cuddles :)
to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms
Fumikage Tokoyami
a quality time man mwah
he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence
he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude
(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)
he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with
also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around
when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously
sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’
and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together
so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )
he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA
‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’
and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )
as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse
some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock
Shouto Todoroki
his love language is acts of service
most of them are school related though
he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm
he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it
and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken
if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you
and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can
so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly
once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag
and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;
‘get well soon 💛’
it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)
also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk
no way. impossible.
(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.)
Tooru Hagakure
physical touch bb
she just likes you to know that she is there
also she loves how soft your skin is ^^
she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not
she has very unique and recognisable voice
and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly
but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’
so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would stop using but it just comes out naturally
“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”
but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit
Katsuki Bakugo
he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?
he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder
and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’
so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid
but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not - with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder
he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public
but there was that one time
luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it
it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival
there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line
at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of
“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”
that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,
“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard
his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear
but he did
and when i tell you this man was livid
in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp
but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no
instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys
he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t
“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap
“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void
“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”
“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.
“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!”
“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”
You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy
you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.
“are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand
“No.”
[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]
Izuku Midoriya
definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy
bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy
so he’s like your personal hypeman :)
making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved
during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine
“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”
slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy
he gets really emotional sometimes as well
but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional
but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’
he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though
one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’
and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’
you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him
Minoru Mineta
idk perversion ig?
wait no his love language is titties and/or ass
Momo Yaoyorozu
gift. giving.
like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you
bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile
she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓
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charles melton, cis male, he/him, silver hey have you seen TEDDY BECKHAM ? HE let me borrow his PAINT BRUSHES . oh, you know them! they’re 27 and they’ve been at Roy G. for THREE YEARS. They are known to be a total SCORPIO. no wonder they’ve picked up the nickname THE BLACK SHEEP ! i’m surprised you haven’t heard them blaring STACY’S MOM BY FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE all night. they remind me of PAINT SPLATTERED JEANS, A LONG TIRED SIGH AND GETTING HIGH AT 3 AM. anyway, let me know if you see them ! (rachell, 23, she/her, mt, n/a).
ok hello omg im rachell and this is my lil shit teddy who just needs love ok? i haven’t gotten to play him in awhile and i’m really excited to play this new kinda version of him here?? this whole thing maybe kind of all over the place cuz we’re kinda figuring it out as we go lol but yes pls love us, this whole post is a lot so i apologize im--
tw cancer, tw death, tw depression, tw alcoholism
teddy was born november 3rd, 1993, as an only child, and though a sweet and happy kid he had always struggled with school, being diagnosed with adhd dislexia at a pretty young age causing him to learn at a different pace than the rest of the kids at his class
tho this was pretty hard on him and caused him to grow frustrated at his assignments more often than not, his mom was always there with the patient and supportive smiles, ready to give a hand wherever she could
things were ok with his dad for the most part the boy was just easily more attached his mother, it being as clear as day to anyone who knew the beckhams
it threw everyone in the small family for a loop when his mom was diagnosed with breast cancer by the time he was six, soon growing familiar with the visits to the hospital and seeing her in a way he never wished he’d have to
as the years went by and his mom now practically stayed in the hospital, the small boy was completely at a loss on how to cope, one day he had to put together a creative piece for school, and being completely fed up with everything, he just painted out everything he was feeling, not giving a shit on how it looked or what he was supposed to have done instead, completely caught off guard when his teacher absolutely loved it, saying she saw great potential in it and him, it being the first time he had actually felt good about smth in school
his mother passed away by the time he was 10, causing teddy to be a lot more closed off and withdrawn from his peers at school, growing frustrated a lot quicker, with art being the only thing that really kept him going as he even pushed his dad away as well, the pair never having been good at talking about their feelings
the death took a big toll on his dad as well, soon falling into a depression that costed him his job, at times not being fully capable of caring for teddy on his own, bringing in the boy’s aunt to help out when she could as he spiraled into borderline alcoholism....that is, until jasmine’s mother came along, slowly helping him come out of his dark place with each moment they spent together, supporting him through therapy and alcoholics anonymous
teddy found it difficult to be as happy for him as his aunt was, considering how it felt as if his mom was somehow getting replaced, let alone the seemingly perfect young daughter this new woman in his dad’s life had along with her. his dad never really took his love and passion for art all that seriously to begin with, now he had someone else to compare his son to, despite the age gap between the two and he couldn’t really stand it, causing him to give the new people in their life a difficult time at the beginning of them all getting to know each other that was pretty difficult to shake
by the time jasmine’s and teddy’s parents officially got married, the boy was around a freshman/sophmore in high school, at this point warming up more to his new step mom, able to see what his dad saw in her and over all grateful for all that she’d done for him, tho his new step sibling was still smth to adjust to, teddy being too awkward and feeling too much like he was living in her shadow to open up too much, on top of their differences with her as pretty much the golden child and him still not caring much for school and more throwing himself in his art instead of really socializing or getting to know others
fast forward to now with the 2 siblings having been in florida for 3 years, living together and still struggling to understand each other while also getting on each other’s nerves in between. their family at this point is a real one in teddy’s eyes, despite how much he feels like the black sheep when they facetime. call jas his step sister and he’ll sock you. over all there’s sm love there despite how difficult it can be to admit out loud or in general really
about him
takes meds for his adhd
there is nothing that he loves more or is more passionate about than his art, it’s his escape and his way to let out his emotions he doesn’t know how to communicate otherwise
his and jasmine’s place is filled with wips that he’ll just start cuz he got inspo, was bored, or was stressed out
kind of hard for him to sit still and can be pretty anxious but usually puts up a hard exterior so it’s kinda hard to tell
he is tired all the time, stays up too late to work on his art and relies on coffee to keep him going, someone stop him
is pretty hard to warm up to i wanna say but he’s such a lil shit and has chaotic dumbass energy but like...lowkey lol, very loyal tho, he kinda keeps others at arms length but will appreciate you sm if you become one of his ppl
can be reckless if he’s comfortable w you and around the right ppl
swears too much
extra awkward once finding out he likes someone, will be gruffer than he means to bc he’s just like ew why?
projects this sort of intimidating, confident kind of aura but is actually v insecure
trust issues *finger guns*
usually has paint stains on his jeans but he couldn’t really care less? and he’d dare someone to say smth to him about it
actual name is theodore but he hates it sm call him that at your own risk
stubborn AF and can be pretty judgmental of ppl who come off as snobby and entitled??? hates those kinds of ppl
is so so protective of jasmine despite usually being a pain to her, that’s his baby SISTER
where does he work? idek man maybe at like a tattoo place or smth, ill figure it out
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FNV Companions React to Someone Being Aggressive Towards Rex.
@spidester basically came up with this idea.
TW: Mentions of violence against humans and animals. Some sexual flirtation. Swearing is the norm at this point
Fucking IDEK if these are out of character anymore we just roll with it. Also, shitty and inconsistent writing and react length ahoy. Also yes I lied and said this was going to be out last night but I got sick please understand-
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Arcade: Six had dragged him into Ultra-Luxe because once again, they were being stupid and trying to beat some sort of goal they had set for themselves earlier that day at the gambling tables. Rex had also come in with them, but had wandered off with his snout up in the air towards the kitchens. While Six was focusing on the Blackjack table Arcade heard a sudden yip and bark behind him and turned to see two people laughing and kicking the poor dog. They weren’t dressed like the people that would usually gamble here and they certainly weren’t a White Glove, so Arcade just assumed they were some travelers that didn’t know Six’s reputation and love for their canine companion. Also angry at the situation unfolding, Arcade briskly made his way over to them.
“Excuse me-”
“Fuck off.”
Now, that made Arcade very unhappy. Honestly, he expected them to be rude, but was still a little surprised at how quickly they shot him down, not even trying to start an argument or anything. Yet.
“Listen, gentlemen.” Arcade said sharply, “I suggest you leave now because you’d much rather deal with me telling you how vile of people you are than for my friend over at the Blackjack table getting word of what you’ve been doing to their dog.”
“Oh, tough guy, eh? Well guess what, we don’t give a shit about what you or your idiot friend have to say!” The taller of the men sneard, getting right up in Arcade’s face. “Fucking forget it, the dumb dog isn’t worth our time. They ran out of booze a while ago anyway.”
Arcade gave them a look of disinterest as the semi-stumbled out the door. He made….. eye contact?..... with one of the masked servers when he looked away from them, who also seemed relieved that the two men were gone, probably because they had trached dust and mud throughout the entire main room. Making his way back to Six, Arcade was going over scenarios in his head about what Six would do once he told them. Turns out one of his guessed scenarios was true. He did know Six very well after all. Unfortunately for the men, they had decided to sleep naked that night and Six had found out where they were staying through a few connections. A few hours later the men’s clothes were strung up on and lit on fire in the middle of Freeside, with the neat edition of shoving several hungry geckos into the men’s hotel room. The men ran out into the Mojave, naked and with a few flesh chunks missing from their body, while Rex gnawed happily on his Brahmin Steak in the Lucky 38.
Boone: A Legion party had ambushed them just outside of Red Rock Canyon as they were making their way towards Vegas from Goodsprings. The system they had was working well enough, Boone had managed to climb his way up on the hill to the right of the road and was sniping them from afar while Six was up close with their ripper. It was hard to get solid damaging headshots on them since they were those dumb helmets, but if he got lucky Six would get close enough to rip one of their helmets off so he could get a clear shot through their skull. Usually, there were 4 Legionaries in a party but Caesar must have really wanted Six dead at this point, so they were currently being surrounded by at least 12, possibly even more. As Six drop-kicked two legionaries into each other, Boone noticed one of the other Legionaries targeting Rex and backing him up against the Canyon wall. Luckily for Boone and unfortunately for the Legionnaire, there was no helmet in sight. Boone lined up the shot and it entered the target’s head with a whiz and a squish. As the now-corpse fell to the ground, the group of three reorganized amongst the carnage. Rex sat down at Boone’s feet and looked up at him, mouth open and panting.
“Don’t look at him like that.” Boone said in a monotone voice, making the Courier laugh beside him.
“Boone, you’re talking to a dog.” The Courier started on their way once again to Vegas, looking down at the dog now trotting beside them.
“You want to go see the King Rex?”
*Bark*
“Look who’s talking to the dog now.”
Veronica and Cassidy: The girls had decided to hang out together today, without the Courier. They also had Rex in tow and were currently sitting at the Atomic Wrangler’s counter. Both of these women were at least three bottles in each already and their laughter poured through the casino as Veronica slouched over and snorted at one of Cass’ merchant stories.
“There is *snort* there is no way he did that.” Veronica wheezed out, falling into another fit of laughter.
“He did! He just grabbed that fucker by his-”
Their conversation was cut off when a man walked over to them. Much too confidently, I might add. They both looked up at him in disgust and annoyance.
“So, what are two beautiful ladies doing out here all alone. You know, why don’t we all go upstairs and have a little *fun* together. ” The man leaned in so far he almost touched noses with Veronica. Rex had been sitting idly with his head in his paws on the floor until this moment. When the man leaned in, Rex growled and stood up, brisling at the man.
“Dumb dog.” The man grumbled, swinging out his hand and hitting Rex in the head. Now no one knew if the man had meant to hit Rex so hard that he slammed his glass dome into the counter, but it didn’t matter now. Veronica pushed up off the counter and shoved the man back.
“Who do you think you are?! First, you come up to two ladies who are CLEARLY disinterested in you, interrupt their good time, then you have the audacity to hit our dog?!” Veronica practically yelled, drawing attention from several others in the room. Two people in particular had the look in their eyes that was almost begging to see a fight.
“Listen, girlie, I do what I want, ok?” The man growled, cut off by Veronica shoving his back against the counter, “Oh, girlie, you want to start right now?”
“She doesn’t want to do anything with you. Nobody would.” Cass said as she finally stood up, looking over Veronica’s shoulder.
“Now come on ladies, no need to fight over me.” The man slurred, the beginnings of a wolfish grin on his face.
Now, Ronnie may be small but she has a power fist and can fuck some people up. In a flash, the man was on his knees with both arms straining behind him, courtesy of Cass. Veronica unveiled her power fist and a spark of fear appeared in the man’s eyes as she swung it dainlity near his temple.
“I could swing my fist sideways right now.” She started swinging faster and more aggressively, “And give you a good lesson about how to treat others around you with an indent on your head to remind you.”
“N-No!”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure it would be no trouble for my friend here.” Cass sneered, tightening her grip on the man’s arms, making him squeal out in man.
“Please, please! No!”
As the once confident man was damn near sobbing just at the prospect of getting hit, Veronica and Cass looked up at each other and grinned. Dragging the man outside, Veronica used her unarmored fist to hit him into a puddle of… something. The man stumbled to his feet and looked back in fear at the doorway. Then sprinted off.
“DAMN! NEXT TIME YOU START A FIGHT YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO FINISH IT!” Cass yelled after him before they retreated into the casino once more.
. On their way back in, two figures walked out the door, following the now out of sight man. Sometimes, if you want to see a fight, you just have to start one yourself.
Ed-E: *Pulls out laser canon* “Beep beepbeep bop'' Translation: “You bitch ass motherfucker”. Even if Rex sometimes drools on Ed-E or accidentally whips a ball at it’s shell, Ed-E will still protecc and attacc.
Lily: Ok no but honestly and sorry to disappoint but any scenario involving her reacting to this is just them fighting, her calling the Courier Jimmy, then absolutely rocking the perpetrators shit. Like, tear that person in half grandma. I wanted to write a longer thing out….unless
Raul: He and Six had decided to stop at 188 Trading Post for the night instead of attempting to walk all the way back to Vegas. They were low on supplies, tired and hungry, and Raul’s back was acting up again. Samuel was nice enough to let Raul lie down for a bit on one of the mattresses behind the bar while Six was focusing on cleaning their weapons and bartering. Just as he was about to drift off, he heard Six’s voice speak up above the radio.
“Don’t touch my goddamn dog like that!”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do you fucking piece of shit! Oh fuck-”
Raul stood up and peered around the corner to see a rather interesting sight. Six was straddling some random man and aggressively slapping his hands away when he tried to reach for them, all while screaming every obscene thing they’ve ever been taught, even some things in Spanish thanks to Raul. Samuel was looking very concerned at the bar, not wanting to get directly involved in this mess while Rex was barking his head off in the man's face. After Raul managed to drag Six off the man, he found out the man was an associate of Alexander and was talking about making a deal with him when Rex came up to him to sniff his hand. Agitated, the man reached down and put his fist around Rex’s muzzle, yanking him up on his back to legs. Nothing escalated past that point as Six had entered the picture by then. They eventually decided to just walk back to Vegas that night and extend their break home, but damn if Raul wasn’t impressed and kind of flattered at the way they gracefully told a man how they were going to cut out this tongue and feed it to rats. Raul is dad.
(The insult thing was definitely a nod to one of @nuclear-reactions posts)
Thank you for reading! Requests are open!
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Ayo, TW// I talk about weight, body image, body dysmorphia, EATING DISORDERS
Im not gonna tag the SuperMega tag cause it’s a lot and it’s a “downer” lmao
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WOOOO BOY I’ve been wanting to discuss or talk about this for awhile and I saw a mutual make a post about it so now I feel kind of safe and validated to talk about it too:
Ok so kinda off topic but this goes into what I have been thinking for a long time but IKKKkk ik comments under SuperMega videos when it’s live action mean well and don’t mean anything by it, but it’s always bothered me when people comment about Ryan losing weight.
Like at first it seems very light hearted and nothing too deep. It’s just a nice little “hey look Ryan lost weight! (Because he always brings up how he is self counscious about his body/weight etc.)
I relate to Ryan a lot and obviously many other people do to, I relate in the sense of not always being comfortable in one’s body and having some kind of body dysmorphia.
The thing is though, his weight fluctuations make me kind of concerned and I wonder if others follow behind that as well. Like ik it’s none of my business, I’m just a viewer and I only know as much as they (Matt and ryan) want their audience to see.
But putting two and two together makes me feel kinda icky.
Ik they’re human, and they’re not perfect, but the way they talk about food and eating sometimes makes me like... not want to listen to it them anymore lmao.
Like Ryan talking about not eating all day, (and Matt,) or trying something to lose weight is kind of triggering to me personally, and of course, it’s their YouTube channel, blah blah blah, I can choose to not watch them, but I think I just wanted to shed some light on it either way?? Idek I think it’s good to critique people you follow/look up to whether they want to be or not because their job is being on social media essentially, so I feel I can have a say and have an opinion on the matter.
I tend and have gone through weight flucations over the past... my whole life I guess, haha. Not just a few or several pounds, but I’ve been pretty plentiful in weight range. I wouldn’t say (nor have I been diagnosed with and eating disorder,) but I have relaizes recently that I have/had the tendencies of one.
I think sometimes they don’t realize that while yes talking about and venting about their struggles with food and body image and what not is valid, BUT it’s interesting because it seems like they don’t realize that how they’re talking about it is toxic? I don’t wanna say that because I have an obvious bias towards them, but it’s weird realization when you hear people talk about something and you’re like “do they not realize that’s like not good and they probably shouldn’t be talking about it that way?” But idk if that just my ego talking?
In essence, it just feels like they forget sometimes that while most of their audience are college students, a lot are teenagers too. (Not that college students can’t be affected as well, but they’re not are kids.)
Like... I’ve been watching them since I was 15, and my stupid little 15 year old brain hearing that stuff probably didn’t help with my issues as well too.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. On one hand I wanna be like “I’m being ridiculous and if I don’t like it then I should just stop watching it OR ignore it,” but on the other, I feel as if this goes deeper and is a fundamental flaw in them I suppose that unintentionally inflitrates into their young audience due to the normalization of diet culture and eating habits especially in America.
I don’t know if I have to go into examples of what I’m exactly talking about but I guess I mean this... *here’s a made up and simplified example of what I can recall just from memory*
Ryan: I hate my body
Matt: why you look great you’re not fat Ryan
Ryan: but I feel like I am and need to lose weight
Matt: but you’re not fat
Ryan: yeah but I still feel gross
Matt: but you’re not fat
*talks about not eating all day and then inevitably talks about losing weight in the same breathe, making the connection whether they had wanted to or not that not eating much obviously = weight lost. And then praising it.*
It just feels kinda not fucking good when it’s implied that being fat is gross or not good.
Like I feel bad listening to that shit cause I’ve gained weight back from losing it, and sometimes I think would they think I’m gross for gaining weight ya know?? And I think if a teenager who already probably has low self esteem hears that (or adult, using teenager because more impressionable,) it’s subtly telling their viewer that yes being fat is gross and not eating all day is admirable.
My rebuttable for this is my head are people saying “but Matt and Ryan usually say that they feel like shit and it ISN’T healthy.” Yes, they usually do joke and comment about their habits not being the best. I’m not saying they’re the end all be all role models for young people either, but I just think it’s something to note when they don’t explicitly say it’s bad, but it’s implied that it’s ok and normal.
I don’t necessarily blame SuperMega for not recognizing this or even really seeing a problem with these conversations, I do think it just shows how human and flawed they are and in a way trying to relate to those that have similar problems.
Again, I do know this problem goes wayyyy beyond them, and they are also part of out society where diet culture has been placed onto them and normalized.
Idk if anybody is reading this, but take it with some salt I suppose? Has anyone ever had this problem while watching and browsing their content? It’s something that I always think about but never talk avout because I feel bad for pointing out that Ryan’s weight loss is “bad,” because it’s none of my business. (The connection between that and how they discuss their eating habits and insecurities makes me think they are connected. I don’t want to say that it the CORRECT assumption to make, because I could and probably am wrong hopefully. I don’t want to come off as purely bashing to dude for wanting to look and feel better about himself.)
And if I do recall, I think I remember (I can’t remember if it was them,) saying that commenting on someone’s weight loss isn’t good because you don’t know how it was lost.
(I think I’m thinking of someone else I have no idea.)
Anyways, just trying to always looks at them in different lights instead of just praising them?? Yea lol.
Maybe I’m projecting my insecurities onto fucking YouTubers way too much but I do think that there are other people that would agree with me, but if not please let me know because I would interested to see those that think differently than me.
#IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-#should I tag SuperMega#I’m not gonna#SuperMega supposed to be fun#but when they’re you’re main fixation it’s inevitable to pick them apart#LMAO#me ranting#super / mega#might post this on my Instagram fan acc cause I get more interaction on there
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Davekat fic recs?
hrrmm wow i will have to think. ill probs just check my bookmarks which means i probably wont be able to think of many one chapter fics off the top of my head since i dont tend to bookmark them. also some that havent been updated in yrs i wont put here bcaus thats just frustrating unless theyre rlly notable and may come back i may not link them
also disclaimer that while im not super into smut so its unlikely im gonna recommend just porn fics, some may have some sexy times incidentally i suppose. also a lot of them are dave centric/dave POV bcaus hes my BOY
M.C. Escher that’s my favourite MC by Unda (COMPLETE) is a wild ride and long but i recommend for sure, very well written n thought out. also check out the other fics in the series bcaus if i recall correctly there are some other shorter fics that unda wrote to give some background or develop characters. but theyre also really great even stand-alone! its finished now and i followed it the whole time :0. cw for child abuse and death
Within, Without by reinkist (COMPLETE) i actually read a long time ago so i dont remember it so well. i do remember thinking it was pretty great tho, so i do recommend it. i should probably go back for a reread some time. its just a really good meteor fic that explores everything you’d want it to, and does that well, u kno? its like the fic that u wanted to exist but couldnt find. but here it is!
Doc Scratch’s School for Supernaturally Gifted Adolescents by medical (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED)is great, its like a multichapter magic/superhero au thing. its fun and characters in it are rlly well developed, like, i do enjoy a davekat fic which has a good and significant rose characterisation in there too. but theres some serious plot goin in in here too…. very exciting.
To Be Taken Care Of by shitstuck (COMPLETE)is good, its god some deep convos about troll v human culture and stuff, some rosemary too. bit of body horror but if i can handle it its not too bad. i just reread it lol. the epilogue changes the tone of things a bit n id be interested to know other peoples thoughts on that ;_;
Don’t Forget the Sun by Weevilo707 is rlly good but sadly NOT COMPLETE AND HASNT BEEN UPDATED IN AGES :@!! hope the authors doin ok (EDIT: APPARENTLY the author is not planning on updating this one again, but i still think its a good read :^) )
Book Covers by turntechGeneticist717 (COMPLETE) is rlly great also!! big recommend. dave is lookin after a babby dirk as his big brother in college. i havent read it in a while but i remember when it was updating being like !!!!!!!!!!!Aaa!! also there are others in the series so take a look :)
The Truth is in the Eyes by AcrylicMist (COMPLETE)is like a rlly mythological/fantasy interpretation of canon post game which is very cool????? like the world is sort of medieval or something but w the gods n magicky stuff. rlly interesting. , very dope again havent read it in a while and am running out of steam for ranting about fics but!! yea its sweet w an intriguing plot
The Eurydice Suite by callmearcturus (COMPLETE) !!!!!!!!!!! i love this fic so much like its bonkers n i just. its like an inception sort of inspired au and i have NEVER watched inception but im just super into the concept. its just. a rlly amazing well written fic w perfect pacing and characterisation like the plot is like a beautiful spider web where time flicks back and forth yet makes perfect sense. theres such a sense of atmosphere. ive reread it so many times. also!!1111111 i love the dave in it, and i love the strilondes family relationsy stuff!! i also feel like it ties everything up rlly nicely despite having like all the main characters in it p much. hell yeaaaa. its my fav by this author whos an AMAZING writer like they just DROP U IN to the world with so much confidence and drop context and background in at a perfect pace so ur never confused but always intrigued. but often i find the atmosphere in their fics almost TOO intense u know?? like i feel like i wake up in a ditch after reading one like wh,,h who am i?? i hate using this word but the writing is weirdly like… “sensual” which i think means the writing is great, rlly strong atmosphere but im not always 100% able to handle it. this one does not make me feel so dazed and its just.. yess
The Lucky Ones by daniomalley (COMPLETE) is another one i followed as it came out. a cool spacey au. sorry i cant think of anything else to say aaaa
Off Court by levvan (ON HIATUS?) is great tho strong themes of abuse from the start. not that none of the above have that if i havent said so uhhhh yea be wary of the tags i guess. but yes.
three rounds and a sound by skitpost (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) is rlly great, like a magic school au. very excited to see whats gonna happen next :0
We’re All Friends & Family Here (And Frankly, We’re Sick Of Your Shit) byLandOfMistAndSecrets (COMPLETE) is TECHNICALLY a dirkjake fic but it has very cute little pastiches of other characters and the DK ones are very cute and well characterised <3
An Alien and a DJ Walk into a Bar (and Accidentally Start a Relationship) by Kadaaver (APPEARS TO BE ON HIATUS) i was p into when it was still updating. theres not actually MUCH relationship stuff yet if i recall correctly but still. good. and i enjoy the characterisation of dave being p socially anxious.
turntechGodhead is offline by forestknifefight (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) well relatively recently. i like this one a lot! theres some good beta kid friendship and some good karkat.
Astronomy in Reverse by PunkZucchini, sicklekind (ON HIATUS>??????) cute + features BIGKAT is i recall correctly
Bring You Down by acedavestrider (COMPLETE) idk what to say about this but thats not a criticism. its just a legit cute fic that is good for the heart. human au, earth n whatever. karkat is a student nurse!! yeaa! thats kind of incidental but i like it
Survival of the Richest by ireallyloveicecream (HIATUS???) theres not a lot of it but im so intrigued. some kind of a fae/magic fairy folk kinda thing
Californian Son by LivTC (COMPLETE BUT THERES MORE IN THE SERIES WHICH I HOPE WILL CONTINUE TO BE UPDATED ETC ETC) !! ok this one is kind of sexy n angsty and daves a REAL DICK in it but it rlly well written and i rlly wanna know more jijhihihu
First Contact by yesfir (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) !! its au but like idk scifi, humans having to make a deal with/coexist with trolls. space colonies!! this one is great… good character development and plot… does that great thing of pacing the revelations of the plot rlly gradually so ur like ! somethings happening here and i must know more!!! <3
Feathered by AlloftheFandom (UNFINISHED, RECENTLY UPDATED) this ones exciting :3 karkat has only just been introduced to it. its like a magicky world w a bit of mild body horror so far. some good strilondes also… has anyone noticed that i need strilonde family relations in a fic i love….
Soulmates by egossweetheart (UNFINISHED (fairly..?) RECENTLY UPDATED) this is a souleater au which i dont know a lot about??? but its cool, i am suitably intrigued. bit of body horror. idk as always check the tags. idek why im bothering to specify that. anyways,
Vladimir and Estragon Cope with Their Trauma by Volo (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) afterlife au. so yea TW death. im into it tho
The Importance of Being Karkat by choicescarfsylveon (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) karkat has a radioshow, dave is kind of a dick. some parts of that change. i wont spoil which. theres something deeper goin on too…….. mysterios….
anyways here are some fics that i think are cool. sorry it took ages i just wanted to give it a good effort ukno?? its not an exhaustive list but its what i found. thanks to all these authors and hey, while we’re at it, all fanfic authors!! good work and i hope u all know how appreciated it is. anyways i have a headache so i guess ill finish this up. peace!
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|| Get to know RAPHAEL SPLINTER who’s TWENTY-TWO years old and a SENIOR in college majoring in LAW. He is from NEW YORK and is often times mistaken for ARON PIPER while others say he reminds them of RAPH from TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. ||
heyo all, my name is pepper, and after spending way too long getting distracted and watching jenna marble videos sdjksdjk Here I Am to introduce my grumpy problem child, raph ! a bit about me i guess, i’m a pinterest addict and a big fergie fan, i can only wink with both eyes (still counts tho right?) and i love b99, the good place, and umbrella academy. alright down bellow will be a bit about My Boi and some wcs i have for him ! please * youtuber vc * sMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON if you’d like to plot and i will come running okay? okay
tl;dr for those who don’t want to go through this whole thing, he’s the raph you loved and knew from tmnt except he’s bifurious, been to juvie, and had a period of his life where he was a vigilante.
to start before i forget here is his pinterest board ! blood tw though !
Raph has always used his fists to solve his problems. Violence was as natural to him as breathing, something he’d been turning to since before he can remember, and truly never really learnt how to stop. From punching kids who bugged him on the playground to picking fights with jerks who looked at him funny, Raphael was, and likely always will be, a bit aggressive. Quick to anger and even quicker to throw a punch because of it.
It was his adopted father who decided to help him channel this anger into something constructive. At first Raph thought it was stupid. After all, he already knew how to punch somebody, he didn’t need to know how to do it with gloves on. But at his father’s patient insistence, Raphael tried it, and unexpectedly (at least to Raphael) it helped. Yes, Raph was still eternally in a bad mood, but now when it all got too much and his anger felt like a noose around his neck, he had something to turn to rather than the first person who ticked him off.
But it wasn’t long until Raph didn’t just have boxing to turn to. Not just karate and taekwondo either, no, somehow Raph accidentally stumbled into an even more unexpected outlet. You see, Raph’s sense of justice was almost as strong as his anger, and that was maybe the one thing he and his family all shared, the one thing they all had in common, even his father. None of them could just sit back and allow someone else to get hurt, and it was that sense of justice that led Raph into some light pseudo vigilantism. It wasn’t anything big or, hell, organised. Honestly, the way it started was with Raph hearing something suspicious in an alley, going in guns-- or rather fists-- blazing and taking care of it himself rather than calling the police. But the thing was, it became a pattern. It became a choice. It got to the point where Raph would go out at night and roam the streets, waiting to see if anything was going down, waiting to step in. And it was New York, after all, it was the cesspool of the earth, something was always going down. Almost every night through most of his teenage years Raph would come home with bloodied knuckles and bruises, hurting like hell and having to hide it all from his family but… he felt good. He felt lighter. Doing what he was doing then, it felt better than just punching someone to punch somebody. It felt like he was actually helping people, like he was using his anger that only ever seemed to hurt people to actually do something good for once. For a while Raph thought that he was truly doing what he was supposed to be doing. That he had found his calling (although he would die before saying that out loud. Too damn cheesy).
Until of course, predictably, everything went downhill. Using his anger as a tool seemed like a great idea, and it would have been, if he knew how to control it. How to wield it like his dual daggers or his fists. But he didn’t. And because of that he slipped up, let his anger get the better of him, let it overflow one night and went too far. It didn’t matter than Raphael was stepping in between the guy and the girl he was harassing. It didn’t even matter that the girl defended him. The police didn’t care. He nearly put the guy in a coma, and he was pressing charges, and those charges landed Raph in the slammer for a whole year.
Luckily Raph was spared being charged an adult by the fact that he was seventeen at the time. While he did get a record, and lost a year of his life to the incident, it all really could have been much worse. He was able to see his family every once and a while when he had visitation. And he was able to continue school from in there. Juvie, as horrible as it was, was almost like the wake up call he needed. It was the push he needed to realize that he couldn’t let his anger control him. He needs to learn to control it.
So he’s learning. Slowly and grudgingly through mandated anger management. In all honesty, he hates it, and he slips up all the time, but he keeps going to his appointments. He keeps coming back, and he figures that must count for something.
Getting into university with a record wasn’t exactly easy, even with Raphael’s grades. Yeah, Raph was no Leo or Don but there’s not much else to do in juvie but workout and study, so that’s what Raph did. Found out he was actually pretty decent in school when he actually put the effort in and had no other options. Not that most universities or colleges even cared. Raphael had stubbornly convinced himself that he didn’t even want to go (after all, he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do with his life, whether that be opening his own boxing ring or becoming a personal trainer, so he might not even need university in the first place) ( and because being angry was so much easier than being disappointed) until he got the offer from Corona. And yeah he thought it was stupid, and kind of shady, but... he didn’t really have any other options, and his brothers were going too. So he figured why not.
Raph decided to study law because again, why tf not. He minored in italian language and literature because-- well you get the drill. Honestly, if you were to ask Raphael about his major he would simply shrug, grumble, or give you the finger, but after being on the wrong side of the law for so long he wants to know it. In all honesty, Raph doesn’t trust cops or a lot of law enforcement, he thinks a lot of them are incompetent and stupid, and if he has his way, he’s going to be apart of changing that and maybe show these morons how it should be done.
HEADCANNONS
I have a headcannon that Raph took up italian when bored out of his mind in juvie, actually didn’t find it that hard, and he’s just been continuing to learn it and find it pretty damn easy here in Corona. I will say though, Raph isn’t the best student. He isn’t the best with authority figures who aren’t his father (the single and only authority figure he respects) so he tends to be rude in lecture, and ditch a lot, but he aces all his assignments so the professors can’t complain.
Raph is a smoker (both weed and cigarettes) and he doesn’t really care what anyone has to say about it. He figures they’re his lungs to ruin.
Raph has a sleeve at tattoos down his right arm, and an earring in his left ear.
Tends to work out/spar while he’s stressed.
Is a kind of impulsive and aggressive drunk, but also very loose and warm too if that makes sense, he can go from happy to angry at the drop of a hat.
He’s very protective of his youngest brother Mike, and that protectiveness can sometimes extend to other people younger than him. He doesn’t care for the most part, but Raph will always stick up or look out for the little guy, even if he does so grumpily.
The biggest potty mouth in the world omg, like it was hard for me not to curse while writing this while in his head space. He needs a swear jar.
Has some abandonment issues and identity issues due to the whole adoption thing but yk it’s chill he’s trying to chill dkjdfjk
THICK new york accent love this for him
WANTED CONNECTIONS ; literally almost forgot to put these oof sorry y’all i’m a fool
friends ; raph is hella antisocial so i’d say there’s maybe two spots for these but i would love for him to have some people he actually like Semi likes to be around yk that would be cool (4/4) vanellope, merida, shego, dipper !
annoyance ; someone who bugs him. this is pretty self explanatory but this could be like a big brother/younger sibling kind of situation or it could just be someone who gets on his Last Nerve mabel !
someone he looks out for ; someone raph is protective of! this could be because he thinks of them as a younger sibling, or because he just feels the need to watch out for them and he doesn’t know why. we can plot this out ! rosetta & daphne ! (2/?)
an ex ; raph despite his moody ass, does tend to date even if it’s kind of rare. this could be someone who dated raph for whatever amount of time and maybe it well or maybe it went horribly.
a past hookup ; self explanatory i think but raph has more hookups than actual relationships so if anyone is interested this is open to f / m / or nb! (1/?) angelica !
a fwb ; again self explanatory and open to all genders ! shego !
a soft spot ; someone who raph has a soft spot for for reasons that can be plotted. this grump is just a little less grumpy around them for reasons idek yet i just figure this could be fun. (2/2) rapunzel & boo !
a sparring partner ; someone who raph turns to when he physically wants to fight. friends with benefits except the benefit is fighting lmao flynn & vanellope !
enemies ; someone who raph hates, and it’s mutual, or maybe it’s one sided ! slightly !
stoner buddy ; coraline !
i think that’s it for now but i’m always willing to brainstorm tbh hit your girl up !
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thirty-one + handyman + capricorn + istj
spark notes: fuck is a noun, adjective, adverb and especially verb / don’t look at me and we won’t have problems / dean “i’d rather put a gun in my mouth than live in magnolia” callahan / today i will be a. calm and apathetic or b. angry at the world / cutting down to a pack a day / overthinking at 2am / cheese and tomato sandwiches are culinary genius / dean “i only drink on the weekends and monday to friday to cope with life” callahan / really, truly hates christmas / school drop out who likes to read / dean “i do sweet things and pretend i don’t because obviously i don’t care or have feelings fuck off” callahan
tw: abuse, mental health issues, miscarriage
he grew up right here in magnolia to a labourer and a school teacher. his dad was in and out of prison, aggressive af and needed someone to take his temper out on.
he hated school because he hated being told what to do, so he dropped out as soon as he could. unofficially, before that, he was skipping class anyway. not that he didn’t like learning, just that he hated school.
he would have skipped town as soon as possible but clara castilla liked to show her face every so often and made laugh bearable. but she only stayed for the summers so that didn’t do much to stop him getting arrested and sent to juvenile hall when he was a teenager. all he did was steal an unlocked car from outside a bar, but magnolia’s a small town and when he got out a few months later apparently the news was he’d committed grand theft auto on your aunt’s cousin’s best friend’s sister whilst her baby was in the car. basically a murderer.
clara had decided to go to cancun to open a bar with her sister so no point in sticking around there. he up and left magnolia and headed for austin where he was finally just another guy on the street and that was how he liked it. he got a job in a shady kind of bar and he was good at it.
his temper got the better of him in a fight in his early twenties and he found himself behind bars again for three years this time. not something he’s proud of. but guess who was back, kicking around, around the time he got out? clara.
she’s probably the only person he’s ever actually loved that loved him back. but they fucked it all up when she - accidentally - got knocked up and they started planning some fucking stupid happily ever after for themselves. then they lost the baby, he dealt with it like only he could, and she wound up kissing some other guy. so... he skipped town again.
but now he’s back again, surprise bitch.
needs: so he needs everything. he’s got some reputation in magnolia but he’s not a bad guy - he’s done a lot of growing up and learning and honestly... being with clara made him a better person and mellowed him out somewhat. he had real issues with controlling his temper as a younger guy and it’s still there these days but he’s... doing better. he’s mostly kind of ...quiet and monosyllabic... and communicates through grunting when he doesn’t know you, and it takes a while for him to open up, but he can be pretty funny when he’s decided he likes you enough. he’s sarcastic and a smart ass and he’s actually pretty intelligent. when he’s not pissed off about something (clara, life, waking up on the wrong side of bed...) he’s actually pretty good at listening, giving advice and being level headed. still, he’s turn over a new leaf but he’s still connected to shady shit because that’s just... his life. idek. he swears and smokes and drinks too much but he needs love anyway. even if he’ll resist it as hard as he fucking can.
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Dragon Age Au Part 2.2
remember how i said daginy’s bit would be two parts? It’s three. This thing is 3k words long already. idek how much i like this cause its just a fuck shit ton of suffering
tw: child abuse, torture, eye trauma
like serious eye trauma. You’ll know when it starts, and it ends p much around where it says “Blood magic.”
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They hold you in Denerim for a week. They lock you up in the chantry, in a little room lined with books, behind the big one where all the people come to pray. When they gather, you can hear them sing, though you can’t quite make out the muffled words. You’ve been getting the gist of things though.
Magic is bad, human caused darkspawn, and their god married a human and also abandoned everyone. You really don’t see what the big deal is.
It’s the chantry sisters you see mostly. They’re kind enough, giving you food and water and letting you wash and bathe. They tell you they pray for your affliction to be cured, and it takes you a moment to realize the affliction they’re talking about is your magic.
It makes you mad- you wouldn’t be here, if it wasn’t for the stupid shems and their dumb superstitions about magic, but as much as you want to hit the sisters when they come and coo at you, you’re scared.
You’re so scared.
If you hit them, the templars might come back and hurt you worse. The templar with the cold eyes, Aubade- she’d hurt you worse if she could. They had a shem mage come look at your wounds after you had been dragged into the city, and he was worn, and haggard, and he flinched at her every word, and the way she had talked to him, you think he’s familiar with her.
You don’t think she has much of a problem with hurting you worse.
And even if they didn’t call her in, they’re shemlen, they were the ones who enslaved your people, and you can’t trust they won’t hurt you the same way if you don’t do what they want. So you put up with it when they try and make you feel better.
They tell you that life is better in the circle, and that you’re beloved by the maker no matter how far you’ve strayed, and that you won’t have to live like a heathen in the woods anymore, and you want to hit them until you can scatter all of their stupid words to the four winds and never, ever hear them again.
Instead you just cry harder. You don’t speak. You don’t trust the words you’re thinking aren’t going to fall out of your mouth, and then you’ll get a worse beating, or something when the templars come back.
They do leave you alone though. There’s not much you can do locked in a room, so they’ve at least untied your hands. The cuffs themselves they leave on. You spend some of your time trying to figure those out too.
You’ll never get them off if you don’t understand them.
That was something Keeper Sariandi always said; that the key to most things was in understanding. The mark of a good Keeper was one who looked at all things from the eyes of the Creators and saw the purpose every working around them so they could choose the best course of action for everyone in the clan.
So you fiddle with the cuffs, even though it hurts. You’re getting used to the pain now, even though you flinch whenever they move unexpectedly.
You remember catching a glimpse of the runes on the insides of the cuffs, but you can’t look at them now. You pry at the edges of the cuffs trying to get a look but you can’t make out enough of the detail, nor do you know enough about shem magic to figure it out.
You do notice one odd thing though. No matter how much the spike hurts, no matter how much it jostles, there’s never any blood.
You can tear at it, feel the metal rip open your wrist and draw a searing line, but never does blood drip from the insides of the cuff.
You figure it out when you’re thumbing through one of the chantry books.
Blood magic. They don’t want you using blood magic, which doesn’t rely on the Beyond, with their own restraints.
A spark of hope flares to life. You could use blood magic- and is immediately extinguished. You don’t know how to use blood magic.
Keeper Sariandi had warned you about it. It wasn’t like regular magic. It was a selfish kind, that brought the user further into themself, rather than connecting with the Beyond that connected everything.
A blood mage only sought what would benefit themself, not the clan nor anyone else around them, and they were not to be trusted.
Would you stoop that low?
Yes. You decide almost immediately. If it was selfish to escape then you’d be selfish. You’d do anything, even learn blood magic.
The chantry books don’t tell you much about it though, only that shem don’t like blood mages very much either. Being one, a maleficarum, was a death sentence.
If you were going to learn blood magic, you’d have to do it very quietly.
When the templars come back with the shem mage, you’re desperate for news. There’s just two of them now, Aubade and Stuttgart, as you learn his name. They’ve had time to wash up, you think. There’s no sign that they fought in any battle.
You gather up your courage to ask what happened, and as they bind your hands together again, they tell you your clan is dead.
They have to carry you through the streets of Denerim, you’re sobbing so hard, and you’re sure you get plenty of stares, but all you can think about is your clan.
Elrin, who tried so hard to save you, Hahran Kilria, Lystic, Lentlas- they can’t be dead. They can’t. There has to be survivors. You were supposed to protect your clan and if you had failed- no, no they’re shem, they’re liars, they have to be lying.
You finally make it out of the gates when you pull yourself together enough to start struggling again. You call them liars and shems and every bad name you can think of, until Stuttgart loses his grip on you and you make a break for the woods.
You don’t get far before you feel a wave of sticky magic wash over you, the ground glowing with a glyph, freezing you on place. You can’t twitch a muscle- you can barely breathe, much less scream.
Aubade drags you backwards before the spell can wear off. She throws you on the ground, and beats you and when you can move again you don’t want to. You want to curl up and hope she doesn’t hit you again.
“You have nowhere to run to,” she says. “Don’t be stupid, little one.”
She’s lying. She’s lying. She has to be lying.
You hold those words in your head as the shem mage tends to your bruises with glowing hands.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “It would have been worse if you had gotten further.”
You don’t care. You hate him and you hate the templars. A shem is a shem is a shem, you guess, even when one is a mage.
You make your second escape attempt, four days later when everyone is asleep. You made a show of crying yourself into a puddle, curling up by the tent, pretending to wear yourself out to sleep.
They’ve tied one of your wrists to a tent pole for you to sleep with. These past four days they’ve been less careful the less you’ve done, so you get the knot untied, biting your lip to keep from hissing in pain as the needles in your wrist jostles from the effort, step silently over the body of the shems and run into the forest.
You might not be able to cast anything right now, but you’re still Dalish. No one can disappear into a forest like your people can. You’re free- except for the cuffs. If- when you find your clan again, Lentlas can help you take them off.
A giddy laugh escapes your throat. You’re free.
You make it as far as you can, leaving behind as little trace as possible, then climb a tree high enough you can’t see the ground for the foliage, and fall asleep there.
You get woken up by the sound of chopping and the branches of your tree shaking.
When you climb down far enough to see- it’s the templars, holding up a little glowing red vial.
The shem mage points up, having spotted you and you realize your mistake as electric shock gathers around his hands and shoots towards you. You jolt, seizing, and fall out of the tree, landing hard and twisting your leg.
Aubade beats you again until you think you’re more bruise than skin, then grabs you by the neck to haul you to your feet, shoving you against your tree until your every breath is a wheeze and you’re scrabbling uselessly at her armor.
“Escaping won’t be so easy, little one,” Aubade hisses at you, over your panicked breaths. Was she going to kill you now? Did she decide you weren’t worth it? Your lungs strain to draw in air that just doesn’t come no matter how hard you struggle, but before you can faint, she drops you in a heap. Everything hurts. You cough and gasp as your lungs start working again, curling up so they don’t see you cry.
“Maker, Aubade,” Stuttgart says. “Don’t kill the kid.”
“They’re not a kid,” she says. “They’re a mage. Demmens will take care of it,” she says, pulling your arms from where they are, tucked around your head to behind your back where she ties them in place. You can’t fight it, you’re too scared, and you hurt too much to do a lot. It hurts more this way, the needle tearing at the inside of your wrist every time you can’t help but strain.
This must have been what the shem mage meant by worse.
Why is Aubade so eager to hurt you? The others don’t seem as happy to see you in pain even if they won’t pull her off of you. You flinch as the shem mage- Demmens, the one who shot you out of the tree in the first place puts his glowing hands on you again.
“Sorry, sorry,” he mutters. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have tried it. They’ll find you, you know. They have your phylactery.”
You don’t know the word. Your confusion must have shown on your face because Demmens explains.
“They take a little of your blood and they can use it to find you, no matter where you go,” he says. “All mages have one, unless you’re an apostate. And you’re not an apostate anymore. It might not seem like a good thing now, but you’ll be safe in the Circle. From everyone, and yourself.”
You stare at him.
Is this how shem treat all their mages? Is this why Demmens doesn’t have a spine of his own? The glowing vial you saw from the tree must have been your phylactery, the blood in it taken from the dagger Aubade had drawn across your neck. You’re not sure if you can’t move because you’re too angry, or too hurt.
Demmens heals you enough to stand and walk and breathe again, and you tremble as Aubade makes sure to walk closely behind you.
You’re not sure how long it takes before you gather up the courage to try again. Aubade’s different after your second escape attempt. Every time you do something she doesn’t like- eat wrong, speak wrong, anything you do that’s particularly Dalish, she’ll hit you, hard.
The worst is always at night when they make camp, and Aubade has made it a point to sleep next to you, an arm draped loosely over you. You can barely breathe, much less sleep, you’re so afraid.
Stuttgart makes occasional noises of protest when she hits you, and Demmens brushes your bruises with healing magic, but neither of them actually do anything about it.
You know you’re getting close to the circle, and once you’re there you have even less of a chance of getting away, but you’re so preoccupied with making it through the day without getting hit it’s hard to think up a plan.
It’s sheer chance that you see where they’re keeping your phylactery. Stuttgart’s pouch has a hidden compartment in it- you see it when he reaches for some dried jerky. The compartment is undone, open, and inside, there are two small red vials. Demmens’ is here too.
Your last escape attempt isn’t so much of a plan, so much of a last ditch effort. The four of you travel along a river, and you know your time is almost up. The circle tower, you hear, is in the middle of a lake, which this river almost definitely feeds into.
You camp along the riverbank- you don’t help set up- you get tied to a tree while the adults all work, but when it’s time for food, you’re untied and brought to the fire.
Stuttgart put his pack on the edge of the bank overlooking the river. The river itself isn’t too deep, but it is fast moving.
You don’t think about it for very long. As you pass it by, you kick the bag into the river.
“The phylacteries are in there!” you yell at Demmens, the first words you’ve spoken since you cursed them out outside Denerim. You take off, as fast as you can, your hands still tied in front of you.
You don’t make it very far- Aubade was right behind you, and she tackles you to the ground, crushing the wind out of you. You scream as cold fear comes crashing, because Aubade is going to hurt you worse.
There’s a crackle of magic in the air, and you can’t see, but Aubade bellows, “DEMMENS,” and hauls you up in her arms, so you can see the mage turn slowly, unwillingly, halfway to the forest line and Stuttgart frozen in place, the same spell he had used on you on your first escape attempt.
You thought all the fight had been beaten out of him already, but maybe at least one of you can escape.
Aubade puts a dagger to your eye. It’s not a careful move and you yelp as it scores your eyebrow, then rests gently on your eyelid. You tremble. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t maim you.
“The little one loses their eyes if you take another step!” Aubade calls.
She would.
Aubade presses down, gripping your chin. You barely hear yourself beg as you feel the blade dig into your eyelid, splitting it open, as blood trickles down your face, as it digs deeper with a searing, grainy pressure into your eye.
“-no no please, please no no no!” you hear yourself scream. Some part of you can’t take it and drifts away- as the rest of you keeps fighting, but all you want is for it to stop. Everything.
You want to go home.
“Stop!” It’s Demmens. You sob, with pain, and guilt, and fear, and relief. “Stop, please, I’m sorry, I got scared and I panicked. I’m not going to run anymore I promise. Will- will you let me heal them? Maker, they’re just a kid.”
Aubade pauses, the tip of her blade still in your eye. You whimper, little shaking sobs wracking your shoulders as you try to hold still.
“Release Stuttgart,” she says.
You hear the templar sputter as the magic that holds him vanishes.
“Get the vials from my pack, fool,” she says. “Make more phylacteries.” You don’t hear him reply, but there’s rustling as you presume he does what she says.
You hear the quiet tink of glass jars. Demmens mutters a quiet “ow” before there’s the sound of fist meeting flesh and someone falling to the ground.
Aubade finally draws the blade from your eye and as blood gushes out from the wound, you feel the press of a vial against your face.
Blood magic. Can you do it? You try to reach for a spark of power, for anything, but all you feel is helpless.
You can’t stop shaking as Aubade finally gives you to Demmens.
“Be grateful you still have one eye,” she says, and you whimper, and clutch at Demmens’ robes and he whispers that you’ll be okay. You don’t even care that he’s lying, you want to believe it.
He came back for you and you’re not sure why. He could have been free but instead he’s trying to comfort you. He’s got a fat lip where Stuttgart hit him, and he’s still helping you first.
“You’ll be blind in your right eye,” he says. “I’m sorry, I’m no spirit healer. I think this might be beyond even them. But I can keep it from getting worse.”
The templars are arguing and you can’t hear what they’re saying. You can’t bring yourself to care. You want to go home.
The heat of the healing magic prickles your skin as the wound knits up and it’s no longer in pain, except for a slight ache. When your eyes flutter open though, it’s like someone placed their hand over your eye.
You’re half blind now.
The templars stop talking and start packing up the camp, despite the dark- they’re deciding to push on, you guess. Lock you up sooner.
They put the needle cuffs on Demmens too, and he cries. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten him involved. The adults end up taking turns carrying you, since you refuse to move, even after Aubade’s gotten a few more hits in.
You don’t want to stand. You don’t want to walk. Or move. Even when Demmens finishes with you, or when Stuttgart nudges you with a foot or Aubade makes more threats. You just want to go home and you don’t care about anything else.
How much about you will change before you can escape? You don’t know why this is happening to you. You feel so exposed you might as well be naked. You feel every hand Aubade’s laid on you like she’s touching you now, like everyone can see what she’s carved out from you. You’ve been stripped to the bone, the tossed aside carcass of a rabbit that has already been roasted and devoured.
You notice when the trees thin out to a clear sky, and you can hear the soft sound of the water rippling on lake shores. They lay you down in a boat and you watch as a tower looms over you.
They drag you to the doors, which swing open heavy. They haul you through, where there is no sky, no earth and you’re enclosed by stone and metal and the deadest of dead wood. You’re not sure even the Creators could find you here.
As the doors thud securely shut behind you, Stuttgart says.
“Welcome to your new home.”
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⚠️Maybe leaving CGLRE?⚠️ Read below to find out more! Big space post. Blog and personal update. May end up being kind of controversial. Tw: Kink mention. Tw: Bdsm mention. Tw: Cursing.
So. Okay. This is difficult. I don't even know how to start this, honestly? I suppose I don't even have to make this little announcement. Like, I could just not tell anyone, but I've always been open with my followers. You guys know me, and I love you. So, I'm being open. Please bare (is that the right bare/bear? Idek.) with me and read until the end. This is going to be a jumbled mess. 🚫HEADS UP: The conversation below is slightly NSFW!🚫 So, I've met the love of my life. (One of them.) I've never dreamed I'd ever be this happy with someone, especially a man. Like, love like this is for... For no one! Love like this doesn't exist. It's not real. It's all fairytale and nonsense. I literally run from a relationship whenever I am the tiniest, slightest bit emotionally uncomfortable, and somehow this little... Cheeseball with a terrible haircut has... Convinced me that maybe I get to be that girl in love with that boy who loves her more than life and will until the day they both die. That said, we've opened up a lot to each other, and I am... Sharing parts of myself that were dead and buried OR THAT I DID NOT KNOW EXISTED AT ALL. I just need to day, I didn't go looking for this. I did not seek this out. We met on OkCupid and bonded over Game of Thrones, not some kink site. Neither of us have ever been in this sort of dynamic, it just happened. 🚫ANOTHER WARNING🚫 Whatever I'm just gonna say it. We're neck deep in bdsm and M/s at this point. And we're giving age play and abdl shit a try. I know. I know. What the fuck? FAM, I PROMISE YOU I DO NOT KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. Honestly, I feel like I must have... Fallen into some fucking alternate reality or some sci-fi shit because THIS MAKES NO DAMN SENSE WHATSOFUCKINGEVER. But that's the truth and that is what is happening. I don't even really want to be a switch anymore? Idk... It's like I put awAy all these parts of myself because I knew I'd never meet someone I trusted and respected enough to... Give them to? If you feel me? Slight tangent: Don't get me wrong, if he starts acting like he's lost his damn mind and treats me a fraction less than what I have come to expect from him and deserve, bitch, he can hit the bricks, and I will not shed a single tear. Self-preservation always comes first to me. And no matter how much I love him, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE ME MORE 😂 So don't worry about me. 🚫Back to the topic at hand! 🚫 Anyway, yeah. That's happening. Now, I have to say this because I obviously have to say this: My age regression is still nonsexual. Like, he's not trying to fuck me while I'm coloring or shit like that. Because that would honestly traumatize THE FUCK out of me. I regress to deal with terrible things that happened with me when I was really a small. And something like that would legit fuck my up. It's mainly just diapers and shit that take things into an age play place? If that makes sense. And you guys know how I feel about rules and punishments. To me, they're always kinky and aren't cglre. So, when I'm regressing and little, I just have helpful/praises. But considering we're also in an M/s relationship, we also do rules and punishments. Honestly, I'm confused and don't even know what I'm doing anymore. My life is in a turning point. There's a new chapter beginning, and I'm trying to figure out what belongs in the next one. ⚠️ ⚠️IMPORTANT⚠️⚠️ So, knowing all of this... Do you guys want me to stay in cglre? If not... I will leave. I'll delete this blog, and leave the community. Or just leave the community. I helped found cglre. I have been here since the beginning. I love this place. It's my home... But if I'm no longer wanted here... I will understand. This blog would remain completely sfw. I wouldn't post about kink stuff here. Ever. This is a cglre blog. It will always be nonsexual and nonkink. But I do have other parts of myself, and if they make you guys uncomfortable or make you want me to go away, I will. So, what do you think, fam? What am I doing?
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