#idk how to explain the smell to anyone who doesn't know it

[bubblepopspit]

~NEW HEADCANON~

This is what Angeal smells like. You can't convince me otherwise. 😌

[animeomegas]

For Neji x alpha x itatchi...

You just gotta hope and pray that alpha can help meditate things when it comes to pups

Calm one down. Talk to the other to explain everything

And for sex like, Neji may not want to take a dominant role but it doesn't mean he can't like sit behind Itatchi with his head in his lap like idk comforting person?

Like alphas fucking Itatchi real food and Neji is just sitting there talking sweet to him, not dominant but submissive, kinda like a healthy middle?

But for Neji and his role play? He can be like me, start small and maybe try different things when he gets more confident and more comfortable, he could probably do it eventually, slow and steady with people who love and care for him.

Does make me wonder... In this AU, how would Neji's first heat go? Or just one of the early heats. Would Itatchi build him a nest full of all their things? Maybe do what I said earlier but in reverse? Him comforting Neji while the alpha jerks him off/eats him out? Maybe take the alphas place when they get tired?

Sorry that this is so long but it interests me so much 😭

Pfft, poor alpha with the pup mediation XD This is still where I think these two would struggle the most.

I guess the one thing I thought of is, if Itachi has pups straight away, which he wants, then Neji is too young for his own (in his opinion) and doesn't know about his infertility, so he'd probably take more cues from Itachi with pup rearing.

Maybe just maybe, this means Neji chills out a little when he has his own or Itachi has his second, because he's already seen a pup be successfully raised without 100% organic food lol.

Neji will need to chill out, because if he doesn't, him and Itachi won't get along. Itachi doesn't appreciate digs at his parenting style, and Neji... is petty.

...

I do really agree with you on Neji comforting Itachi though, I think that's sweet. When Itachi does go into subspace, Neji can stroke his hair and whisper naughty things. I like that!

Idk about the other way around though, because I think Itachi is one of those people that is deeply uncomfortable with roleplaying. He just... can't be anyone but himself because it makes him want to curl up into a ball and die lol.

...

As far as Neji's first heat... interesting.

Itachi isn't that good at building nests either, but he's better than Neji which is good, I guess. It becomes an awkward team effort between three people that aren't great at nests, but it gets done XD

I think Itachi would mother hen Neji when he's going through those first intensive painful heats. Alpha is on sex duty. Itachi is on cleaning, cooking, feeding, bathing and comforting duty.

He preps meals, helps hold Neji's head up when he needs to drink, wipes him down when he's sweating, constantly does laundry. I think Itachi has a nice comforting scent too. Neji's is the more mainstream attractive scent, but I think he likes Itachi's scent because it just smells... calm.

But if alpha was asleep and Neji was begging for some relief... Itachi would provide.

Can you imagine waking up and seeing Itachi eating out Neji right beside you?? I'd think I'd died and gone to heaven lmao.

And don't apologise for the length!! I'm loving this AU. Figuring out how it might work is so much fun!!! <3

[fizzy-blood]

Eyeless Jack X ZOMBIE!Reader🧠 [General Headcanons]

This is sorta self indulgence 'cause I had a self insert OC when I was 13 that was a zombie... GN!reader as always soo yeah? Sorta like fluff? Idk.. anyways, enjoy!!

Warnings!: Cannibalism (obviously), Mentions of reader rotting, Mentions of general violence.

So, when EJ first met you he didn't really know how to feel. I don't think he realized that you were a zombie.

The only thing that could have let him know would be the fact you looked dead on the outside (not like the others look alive since nobody really takes any care of themselves) or maybe the fact you smelt like death (tho that's pretty common around there... Most of the people he talks to are murderers who don't wash their clothes).

The two scenarios I could see him finding out about it would be...

1). He smelt you in his room (THB you smell more like a corpse then the others because you're literally a walking corpse, plus he doesn't like having others in his room so he wasn't to pleased with the idea) so he went to investigate. He found you digging through his cooler, stealing organs (mostly brains obviously).

This would probably make a lot of sense to him while also explaining a lot of things in the process..

Or 2). You get hurt or maybe a limb falls off and you get sent to Jack so he can patch you up. He very quickly noticed that you were rotting and realized that you were some kind of walking corpse. You explain that you're a zombie and he fixes you up.

So now Jack knows that you're a zombie... What now?

You and Jack started hunting together!

He kills the people for you so that you don't start an apocalypse and helps break open the skulls for you.

You help trap the person and he kills, simple as that....

Or maybe not? I feel like you both hanging around each other would become a common thing, maybe you became friends! But sometimes Jack feels off...

Not because you're a zombie (he got used to the smell anyways) but he just wanted to be around you... More than he did with the others... He assured himself it was nothing but yk :3

He eventually realized that he liked you and well.. he really didn't want to tell you.

I have a headcanon that if anyone has romantic feelings or drama that they want to talk about, the person will immediately go to Nina... Idk why I just feel like she'd be good to talk too when it comes to that kinda stuff? Idk.

Anyways, you and Nina were talking a little while later about god knows what when she "accidentally" tells you about Jack.

One thing leads to another and you started dating Jack! (Living my dream ong)

Sooo how's that? Well... It's not the worst..

Like... He isn't the best person to date if you can't stand the silence then too bad 'cause this man rarely speaks, even to you.

But he'll listen to you talk about stuff, even if he has no clue what you're saying (you're literally rotting so I doubt your vocal cords are 100% intact).

Even if you're both violent, even if you both miss being human, at least you have each other?

Srsly, it could be worse! It could be way worse...

That's all for now!! Hope you enjoyed it -Fizz

[brain-rot-central]

Omg I have poor reading comprehension and I don’t understand what realization Tav had when she was like “does that mean u…” at the end after smelling the blood😭😖 did I miss something I feel dumb 😓

Hellooooo!!! Since it's been two days, I feel like most have had a chance to read it.

Thank you for the question. I hope the explanation below is sufficient. ❤️

I took the inspo for that from Astarion's line when he's telling you about being sealed in the tomb by Cazador for a whole year. He explains how he spent most of that time trying to claw his way out, wishing for nothing but death to finally claim him for good.

Essentially, the two men in the coffins are metaphors for Astarion's time within the tomb. By him choosing to kill them, he's essentially granting himself what he wished would have happened to him back then.

Astarion felt such intense fear for nearly 200 years. Knowing that the threat of Cazador throwing him back in that tomb for any reason possible was near constant. Imo, I feel as if Astarion would choose actual death over being in that situation ever again. Especially because he knows he would have zero control over his body in terms of putting up a fight to resist it.

The men he turned were the result of an accident, and did not willingly pledge loyalty to him. AA in Sonnet refuses to have anyone as a spawn who doesn't readily agree to being turned. The whole theme of consent that's heavy within his story during the game still rings incredibly true for him within Sonnet.

I personally don't enjoy the takes of AA being more domineering and/or non-con ish. I believe that's one side to him, sure. But for it to be his entire personality is not how I view him. Though I do understand the arguments for them and respect everyone's right to characterize him in whichever form they deem correct. Conversely, I can see how people would say my take is too ooc for him. Again, it's up to the individual writer, and you should always write characters true to how you view them.

AA, to me, is an incredibly convoluted character. He's a walking contradiction -- quite literally cold one minute and hot the next. It's rare that he's lukewarm, and only ever is when Tav is around. He's constantly clashing with himself on need vs. want, good vs. evil, and is horrifically terrified that people will see the cracks within his mask, no matter how thin they may be. He's horribly paranoid, but also SO in love with Tav, to the point of near obsession.

Idk. He's my favorite little goblin prince. And I just, like...love him, man. I really love him.

[branwhen-will-the-pain-end]

I feel kinda guilty whenever I see an au where Kieran is only missing one eye cuz I took them both from him 🥲

My "Kieran "lives"" au MAJOR POINTS under the cut, minor points omitted cuz it would take hours to write out and explain everything and at that point it's just. A fic.

Editing to add I'm old and been in fandoms for a long time and stopped giving a shit a long time ago. I write what brings me catharsis. It's okay if it doesn't appeal to you but please don't yuck my yum. I like wringing the pain out of characters like an old dishrag.

(CW mild suicidal ideation, also SPOILERS)

(still a work in progress as I think and write but yeah idk)

- Both eyes removed

- Feels an absurd amount of grief and pain for leading the O'Driscolls back to camp. He equates this with "talking" and begs anyone to kill him. Says he doesn't want to live like this anyway. Mary-Beth is hurt by this but she refuses to leave his side.

- They get out chapter six. Dutch didn't want to let them go despite Kieran being BLIND and VULNERABLE TO PINKERTONS. Move in to Trelawny's old house in Saint Denis. (He moves because he worries his family has been compromised.) This house is behind a perfumery, where Mary-Beth works while she's writing her book. (Kieran loves how she smells nice.) Mary-Beth worries about Kieran and the stairs every day.

- This is something I'm passionate about when it comes to Kieran, idk how anyone else sees him, but he NEEDS a sense of purpose. Losing his eyes made him feel useless and having to rely on everyone all the time? It really brings him down. Mary-Beth finds him a job at that small horse pasture north of Saint Denis! All he does is brush horses and clean saddles (Branwen lives there and is kinda his seeing-eye horse) and barely makes any money but it's not the money that's important to him, it's the SENSE OF PURPOSE.

- They have a daughter named Delaney. Mary-Beth calls her by her full name, Kieran just calls her Laney. (on the topic of nicknames, Kieran calls Mary-Beth just "Beth") Laney is a daddy's girl who loves horses, going to work with him, and she talks and hums a LOT. Kieran loves this, he always knows where she is. He's brushing a horse in silence and she's talking about how many dandelions are in the field. He's happy.

- When Mary-Beth's books start selling, they move into a better house.

- Depressing shit alert: Kieran is hanged by the Pinkertons just to make a point. They ignored him for being benign, but when the events of rdr1 happen they realize they can use him to set a precedent. No outlaw is safe.

Anyway huehuehue I love him and I love angst and maybe I'm cringe but I'm FREE

[fandomworld9728]

Well now that the ask box is empty.... I do not have anything Gravity falls since I have never really gotten into it? But I do have Hazbin Hotel (duh), Undertale.... and Undertale damn I really need to expand my fandoms. I have a few more scenarios (vox centered.. and so far from anything cannon... Because... I may be obsessed or something). I actually made this one with my friend a while ago.

Sooo this one is actually where he gets like, redeemed? Like a freak accident happened and, after slowly but not realizing he was getting better or something, he wakes up in heaven? I don't think I ever got done HOW he was redeemed. It was like how Pentious appeared, in that meeting room where Sera and Emily were, if they were there or not when he appeared, or their reactions is up to you.

Vox kinda, freaked out. And I would find it funny if they had to put him to sleep or something? But uh, he was put under Emily's care with Sir Pentious and he gave Pentious a half assed apology at the time, but as time passed and from Heaven's influence (and THERAPY) he got better and gave Pentious a real apology. He doesn't regret becoming an overlord but he kind of regrets hurting those who didn't deserve it along the way. he's still like a jerk? He's a sassy mother fucker; his personality didn't change much but he's now nicer? Idk how to explain it.

Pentious and Vox were kinda not allowed out to mingle with the winners, but after a lot of pleading to Sera from Emily, she allowed them to go out if Emily was watching them and see where it goes from there. They met Molly, and after a lot of getting to know each other (and Sera approving the two can go out on their own), heaven started to recognize them as a group.. I think the name was MVPs.

One day, the three were in Molly's house(?) and kinda out of it (tipsy? high? just fucking out of it? idk (sometimes I feel like some things are allowed in heaven but in small amounts, like you can have wine or something to celebrate with friends, but it cannot be every day?)) and Pentious brought up his egg boys and started tearing up, which in turn had Vox bring up Vark and start crying. The other two have never really seen him really cry so they were shocked and Pentious spilled the beans to Emily. For Vox's redemption anniversary or something, Emily had a surprise for him. She led him to an empty meeting room and when she opened the door, you probably see where this is going, Vark just jumped him and just started licking him. Emily literally went to hell and kidnapped Vark (Vark smelled Vox through the portal and ran in before Emily could do anything). (No, Vox did NOT cry he has no idea what you are talking about)

I think one way anyone from the hotel would figure out is if they were invited to heaven to talk about redemption? It wouldn't be all of them, but the ones who went would be able to bring stuff like letters back down and hand them out. Pentious wrote one for every hotel member, while Vox wrote one for the whole hotel. Velvette, Papermint (basically telling him that he is allowed to take over VoxTek if he hasn't already), and whoever else is up to you. (I didn't say Valentino because I don't like him and think the freak accident would be an explosion of sort that killed both Valentino and Vox? Or Valentino wasn't the best to Vox? It's up to you). (NO Velvet did NOT cry you- SHUT UP)

Another way is that Emily was allowed to help in the redemption program, so she sent a letter to hell to tell Charlie and included that two sinners were redeemed and that she could bring them. Charlie shared the news and when Emily was going to arrive, everyone guessed Pentious but placed bets on who the second person was. The day arrived and Emily and Pentious arrived via portal and when everyone was like "Hey where's the second person?" Pentious went back through the portal and came back dragging Vox, who didn't want to go out of shame or something?

Vox's design and looks are all up to you! If theres any relationships (Justicestatic? I kid I kid.. unless... nah its up to you) is up to you, past or present relationships, anything of that sort. I just kinda want a bit of a sibling or father-daughter relationship with Vox and Velvet? Or they were just really close??

Its all up to you! I have another prompt, but I will wait a bit to share it. good luck! -Bell

I would love to do this! However... I'm having a difficult time thinking of anything.

I might have to come back to this one. I'm really sorry! 😔

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 14 🦌

"The Apocalypse"

Content: ??? Idk this is kinda tame. Nothing whumpy happens. I suppose Stockholm syndrome and captivity, mayhaps. Oh also people die but that's whatever lolll.

3,200 words

Hey y'all, it's time for part 14! I meant to get this out like over a week ago now but I got distracted by drawing because I'm trying a new art style and am absolutely obsessed with it.

Since I've gotten lots of followers since the last part's release, here's the Masterlist if you wanna read it!

As always, I apologize for my writing quality 😓

Enjoy! 🛸

     Severin's adaptation to werewolf life in a cult was difficult and surreal, to say the least. Not to mention scary. No one had yet realized he wasn't actually a part of the pack, though some have commented on his unfamiliar smell. The trio assured them he'd been here for a while now. Agnes and Anthony's rank was enough to keep them from prying any further.

     The good news was none of this speculation had gotten back to Ethel. If she heard of the suspicions and wanted to check it out for herself, Severin would be a goner. Surely she'd also figure out her two top dogs were behind it, too. That wouldn't be good for anyone.

     They've made it by for a week now, and news was starting to circulate around Severin's spacecraft…

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     “I'm here at the sight of the crash in the small town of Woodmar. An apparent UFO has wrecked in the middle of the woods. Authentic, or hoax? Let's find out.” A news reporter spoke. She and the cameraman inspected the wreckage while commentating.

     By now, it had run out of power, so none of the technology worked. While the craft might have been able to be explained away as an art project, the destruction it left in its wake didn't have the same level of excusability. As soon as this story got out, it was sure to gain traction all over the internet. It was the most definitive proof of extraterrestrial life the world had ever seen, and it was right here, up close and personal.

    Both the reporter and cameraman got noticeably more excited and scared as they inspected. It got harder and harder to pass off as anything other than the truth of what it was: a UFO. The two of them talked about how they wished it was a live broadcast instead of a pre-recording, they wanted the world to see this immediately!

     In the middle of the reporter's sentence, the microphone's signal was unexpectedly cut off, and the camera stopped working completely. The two inspected their devices, unaware of the creatures who stalked them from behind the trees.

     In an instant, both the reporter and the cameraman were shot dead.

     A pair of aliens emerged from behind the bushes, guns in hand as they approached the human corpses. They looked down on them in scorn before inspecting the ship.

     “Oh, of course." One of the aliens groaned, "You know who's ship this is? It's Severin's!”

     “I always knew he wasn't cut out for this." The other shook their head, "Should we tell The Council?”

     “No, of course not. We cannot let them know someone has already fumbled the mission, they will think poorly of us all. It's not good that the humans are already suspicious of our plans. We need them to be oblivious, at least for a little while longer.”

     “What do you suggest we do?”

     “There is not anything that we need to do. It wasn't a live broadcast. All we need to do is destroy the camera, and the evidence is gone. By the time the news station realizes the reporters they sent are missing, it'll be too late. We won't need to hide anymore.”

     “We’re already here, aren’t we? We’re already infiltrating. It’ll only take a few days now before we have control over this pathetic planet. By the time The Council arrives to survey, the human race will already be enslaved and ready to serve the Empire.”

     “I sure hope so.” they said, "So long as the fuck up doesn't fuck it up anymore than they already have..."

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     Hunter let out a sigh as they awoke, groaning as they stretched their arms, bones cracking.

     “You sure slept in.” Fawn mumbled, already wide awake, sitting with their hands cupping their head, “Though maybe it’s 8 am and I’m the one up early. Who knows.”

     “Mm. You sound depressed.” Hunter mumbled, “It's day 40, you know? Hooray, give it up for day 40!” They cheered sarcastically.

     Fawn sighed and rubbed their face, “Oh, human life is so short. I can't believe I'm wasting away my precious days trapped here doing nothing! My precious, sweet young days! Why couldn't it have been when I'm older, at least then my glory days would've been behind me!”

     Hunter chuckled, though it was more sad, “Glory days are a myth. Don't worry about your youth. Some people peak early, others late, and some not at all. Some people die before their good days. Some never had a chance in the first place.”

     “Yeah, because people like you took it away from them.”

     “I know.” Hunter said, though it wasn't remorseful nor regretful. It was simply an admission, or acknowledgement. “I won't pretend to be a good person. I'm not. Though… I do wish I could've done things differently.”

     “What, you expect me to feel sympathy for you, or something?”

      “No, of course not. I'm not looking for pity, I don't want pity. I'm just stating how I feel. How you feel about that in return is up to you, I don't fucking care.”

     “Really? Because it sure sounds like you do.”

     Hunter sighed, “Look… this isn't easy for me to say, but I'll finally tell the truth for once. I like you, Fawn. Well, not romantically or anything like that, but I… I enjoy your company.”

     Fawn wasn't sure how to respond to that.

     “Jesus, I say something sentimental for once in my life and you look at me like I'm insane.”

     “Well…”

     “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m already insane.”

     “You’re a murderer.”

     “I know.”

     Neither spoke another word. 

     One of the members walked into view with two plates of food.

     “Oh, day 41, even better!” Hunter said. The member placed the plates on the floor, before introducing themself sheepishly.

     “Um… hi. My name is Severin. I'm… from space?” He said, awkwardly pointing upwards.

     “You're an alien?” Fawn questioned.

     “Shh, not so loud! I'm… not supposed to be here. I'm planning on leaving soon... with… two of my friends. They told me they wanted you to come with us.”

      “What, the two people who took us here in the first place? And now they’re making you do the risky job of getting us out? Yeah, friends that I’d definitely trust.”

     “You don’t understand- ugh- look, do you want out or not?”

     “Of course I do! Are you kidding me?”

     Severin unlocked the door, “Then follow me and stay quiet.”

     Fawn's eyes widened. Oh, this was happening fast. They quickly, yet cautiously with suspicion, stepped out of the cell. Hunter hopped to their feet to follow.

     “Can we leave this one here?” Fawn whispered. Hunter folded their arms, and Severin shook his head before hurriedly rushing both of them out.

     He snuck them up the stairs where Anthony and Agnes were waiting to help keep cover. The three acted like a shield, even though there wasn't anyone else around. Agnes and Anthony had managed to get them to leave the area due to their height on the hierarchy. They'd said Ethel wanted them for something. Once that was figured out a lie, it'd be over for them.

     Ethel will surely find out about all of this and won't be pleased in the slightest, but the twins made their decision to leave no matter the cost. Once a nice distance away, Agnes and Anthony took off their masks, heaving a sigh of relief.

     Agnes had long dark brown hair that looked choppy and uneven. Freckles lined her face, her eyes were tired and grey.

     Anthony had short light brown hair, that was a slight bit lengthy and very, very messy. Just like Agnes he too had freckles.

     “Oh, wow. You guys look… normal.” Fawn said.

     “Huh? Why?” Agnes questioned, “What did you think we looked like?”

     “I dunno, like werewolves, I guess.”

     “What do you mean ‘like werewolves’?”

     “I don’t know, like all hairy, or something.”

     “Is that racist?” Anthony asked.

     “I don’t know, you’re the werewolf, you tell me!”

     “Listen,” Agnes said, changing the subject, “We may be out, but we aren't safe, and we never will be. Anthony and I were Ethel's top members, when she realizes we're gone, she's gonna come and find us. Especially once she and the rest of the pack also notice the humans are missing, and we gave them false directions, and then the rest of the whole Apocalypse stuff…”

     “So… what do we do now?” Fawn asked.

     Anthony shrugged, “I dunno. Try to survive, I guess.”

     “We need some kind of plan.” Agnes said, “Ethel will find us, and she'll be angry.”

     “And the other invaders have to know I've messed up badly by now…” said Severin.

     Fawn clasped their hands together, “Welp, it sure sucks to be you guys. See ya!”

     Agnes scoffed and folded her arms, “Do you really think you're safe? You and your friend here are more screwed than we are.”

     “W- okay, first of all, they're not my friend, and secondly… I'm still leaving.” they said, and turned to leave, walking away.

     I didn't call it the Great Human Extinction for nothing.” Anthony yelled out to them.

     Fawn stopped and turned, “And why did you call it that?”

     "Why do you think?”

     “Well… considering I’ve seen werewolves, vampires, and now aliens, I’m gonna guess an overthrow of Earth?”

     “Pretty much, yeah.” Agnes confirmed, “Worst case scenario is you die. Best case scenario is you’ll no longer be human by the end of this. Or both. Both is highly likely.”

     “Well that’s great to hear.”

     “If you don’t end up dead or a non-human, you’ll be enslaved by my people.” Severin said.

     “You guys are the best at delivering good news.”

     “See? You're screwed, too. We're in this together.” Agnes said.

     “I didn't ask to be in this in the first place!”

     “Do you think anyone asked to be in this? No, we didn't. Our chances are stronger together, so you can either go and fend this off alone, or bare the storm with us.”

     “Ugh.” Fawn groaned, “Fine.” They said, folding their arms. Everyone looked to Hunter.

     “What about you?” Agnes asked.

     Hunter responded, “Bold of you to assume I have anything better going on in my life.”

     “Well then, we have a group at least.” Anthony said, “that's a start, right?”

      “Barely.” Agnes said, “Let's get out of these woods, first and foremost. We'll go from there.”

     And so, the group of five made their way through the forest. Anthony was anxiously trying to rip apart his mask, Agnes distracted herself by gazing up at the trees, and Severin jumped at every cracking branch. Hunter looked unbothered, and Fawn felt like they were running a marathon from how fast their heart was beating.

     As they walked, they could see a building up ahead through the trees. They could feel their heart flutter as they picked up their speed. Once their feet hit the concrete and they knew where they were, they took off without a second thought.

     They ran down the street as fast as their legs could carry them, running all the way up to an average, inconspicuous house. It was small and feeble, but by God, it was home.

     Fawn nearly burst the door down as they unlocked it with a hidden key. The first thing they did was collapse onto their couch, and began sobbing. They weren’t sure if it was out of relief, fear, sadness, or all of the above. Probably all of the above.

     Agnes, Anthony, and Severin followed them inside, while Hunter stood in the doorway. They rubbed their arm awkwardly as Fawn cried, feeling… strange. Guilty? Did they feel guilty? They felt intrusive just being in the doorway, so they turned around and sat in their front yard.

     After a minute, Fawn’s cries slowly dwindled until they were left sniffling. They felt like they could fall asleep right there as they were. They were exhausted in every sense of the word, and now for the first time in months, they felt they could truly, finally relax. They were home. On their couch. It felt like everything could be okay again…

     If it weren’t for the whole apocalypse thing.

     Fawn took in a deep breath, exhaling it in a mix of a sigh and a groan. They pushed themself up, sitting criss-crossed on the couch. They rubbed their eyes under their glasses, then just sat. Sat and stared at the dirty carpet of their living room floor.

     Nothing would ever be the same again, nor would it ever be how they’d hoped. All of their plans, their dreams, their entire life, it was gone. It didn’t matter if they were still trapped with Hunter at the cabin, or by the werewolves, or even if they were right here back home on their couch. It would all end up the same. Nothing mattered anymore. They wondered if it ever did.

     They stood up from the couch after what felt like hours, and walked up the creaky wooden stairs to their bedroom. Their heart skipped a beat as they turned the old knob. Everything was just as they left it before going out on their walk.

     They grabbed a spare pair of glasses they had, and they weren't prepared for how amazing it was to see without cracks. They sat on their bed and stared down at the old pair, running their thumb over the cracks. Their hands began to shake, and they tossed them away to the floor, landing in a pile of clothes. They reached for their medication on the bedside table and stared down at it.

     It would be so nice to not feel like they're dying all the time, but… They’ve already been forced to stop taking them all at once, and considering the whole apocalypse thing, they doubted they’d be able to refill their prescription. This bottle was all they had left, and it would be for the best to just deal with the anxiety- as awful as it may be. At least they weren’t someone who needed drugs in order to live…

     Their favorite old jacket was thrown over a wooden chair. They put it on, and it felt like the most comforting thing to exist. So warm and secure. They picked up a handheld mirror that laid on their desk and took a look at their reflection. They knew their hair had grown over the last few months, but seeing their actual face really put it in perspective. Their hair was down past their shoulders. They couldn’t recall the last time it was that long.

     Before going back downstairs, they grabbed a wooden baseball bat they had lying underneath their bed. Agnes and Anthony were being nosy as they innocently looked through Fawn’s things, but Fawn didn’t care. Severin looked fascinated by the alien-to-him objects, typing stuff down on his half-working tablet.

     Fawn left their house where they saw Hunter sitting criss-crossed in the grass, picking at the clovers and dandelions. They cautiously approached them, sitting down next to them with a bit of distance. Hunter glazed over to them with a side eye, keeping their attention on the ground.

     Fawn twiddled with their thumbs, and fidgeted with the loose threads of their jacket, unable to think of something to say. It was strange, what they had. They were a captive and a captor, a victim and a murderer, a fawn and a hunter. Yet now, they could almost feel like… friends. Fawn scrunched their face at the thought.

     Hunter was the one to break the silence, “Why are you still here?”

     “What do you mean? This is my yard.”

     “Oh. Yeah. That is true… I guess the better question is, why am I here, huh?”

     “Yeah, Hunter, why are you here?” Fawn said, “That’s not even your real name, either, is it?”

     “No, it’s not. Does it matter?”

     “If you wanna sit in my yard and rip up my grass then yes, it does. Tell me your real name or get out.”

     Hunter shrugged and got up.

     "Wait, you’re actually leaving?”

     “Hey, you gave me an either or and I took it. Have fun with your group of four, I'll finally fuck off.” They said, and began walking away down the street.

     “Ugh- wait.” Fawn said, getting up to follow them. Hunter didn't stop walking.

     “What, grow attached to me now?”

     “Fuck you.”

     “uh huh. I see."

     "Fuck you." Fawn said again, "The woods were my only escape, and now it’s the fucking apocalypse. No one has anywhere to go. This is it… why… why did you even take me in the first place?"

     "I... I was sadistic."

     "What would you know? You're not me."

      "That's not the reason. At least not the main one."

     “Earlier today, you told me you liked me. You… kept me because you were lonely.”

     “You say that with a lot of confidence.”

     “Well I’m right, ain’t I? You decided you liked me, so instead of killing me, you kept me. That’s what you did.”

     “Is it?”

     “Yes! You literally told me!”

     “Did I?”

     “Yes! Today!”

     “I don’t think I said that.”

     “UAGH!” Fawn groaned, “You’re fucking impossible! You’re infuriating!” They plopped down onto a curb, putting their head in their hands. Hunter leaned against a street sign.

     Fawn sighed, "... Back... when I was sick and you were taking- taking care of me. That was- it was the first time I've ever been cared for like that. Not even my own mother showed me that kind of kindness. I- I just can't deal with it.”

     For a moment Hunter’s face softened. Just a moment. “What, so I remind you of your shitty mom?”

     "No, you're like my shitty mother if my shitty mother was also a fucking creep who gave even just a single fuck about me."

     The two sat on the curb in silence as they stared out at the sunset over the skyline. The air was warm with a gentle cool breeze.

     "Ooohhh, I see. So I'm not like your mother, I'm like your mommy." Hunter teased, and Fawn turned an embarrassed shade of red, making Hunter chuckle. They sat down next to them.

     Fawn finally spoke, "Fuck. I think I have Stockholm syndrome."

     "Hey, at least you're self-aware. Spending 41 days trapped with me as an equal fucked ya up, didn't it?” They teased, nudging Fawn with their elbow.

     “You're not funny, or cute, or quirky.”

     “I ain't sayin’ I am. I'm an asshole who likes to torment people. I think you need to care a little less."

     "Does it even fucking matter anymore? It's the end of the world, Hunter!"

     “Yeah, so what better time is there to stop caring?”

     “We’re all going to die. You heard what Severin said. The aliens want to enslave us, the werewolves want to use us as some kind of godly sacrifice, and the vampires… what do they want? Our blood, and- oh, god, is Anaira okay?!”

     “Okay, look. Sure, maybe the world as we know it is ending. Sure, maybe we're all doomed by the narrative. But that doesn't mean we can't fight to the end, does it? I mean, you said it yourself, nothing matters anymore. So let's forget about trivial problems and fuck shit up. There are no more consequences.”

     “If there are no more consequences, then I should be able to strangle you right here, right now. Beat you with this bat."

     “I mean… yeah. You could try. You think once this whole thing really gets going that the police are gonna care? Or rather that they'll still exist at all. It's a time for anarchy, it's time to actually eat the rich. It's time to fuck around and find out. What's there left to lose? So, yeah, you can try to strangle me. The only person who'd be stopping you is me.”

Fawn stood up, and began walking away.

     “Where are you going?”

     “Well, it's the Apocalypse, ain't it? So let's get prepared.”

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[myreygn]

Imagine kokushibou and tanjirou interacting the oldest child who outlived their younger siblings but kokushibou killed his while muzan killed tanjirou’s (except nezuko). Or tanjirou interacting with douma the guy who can smell emotions with the guy who has no emotions i think the interactions would be really interesting (sad i can’t find fics of them interacting)

oh INTERESTING STUFF

tanjiro and kokushibo i think would be somewhat similar to tanjiro encountering gyutaro but i think unlike for gyutaro tanjiro wouldn't have any sympathy for kokushibo.

because all the horrible things gyutaro did he did to protect and provide for his little sister, the only family he has left, and despite everything tanjiro can relate to that. from tanjiro's pov there's a connection between them because he too would do everything to protect his little sister, the only family he has left, and although gyutaro's path turned out different and monstrous and cruel, it's a path tanjiro can forgive because he can see what led him there.

i think seeing the desire to protect someone is what helps tanjiro understand and forgive his enemies, or just people he doesn't really like. idk if he forgave rui but he understood that desire to belong, to have family around you. he thought tengen was a bit of an asshole but he opened up to him when he realized that tengen wanted to protect his wives. the whole thing with gyutaro is the best example and i don't think i need to explain it. that's why he forgave giyuu for hurting nezuko but not sanemi because from his perspective giyuu was trying to protect someone (tanjiro himself in this case) and sanemi was just being an asshole.

and i think you can actually compare sanemi and kokushibo here a bit. because the one thing tanjiro cannot understand is abandoning the people close to you, hurting the people close to you and especially doing these things to your younger siblings because as the older sibling you're supposed to be there for them, you're supposed to protect them. sanemi did try that, yes, but let's say it like it is he did a shit job and tanjiro just doesn't know what's going on inside of sanemi's head.

and kokushibo? i know tanjiro has a good nose but we gotta draw the line at 400 years of buried regret, he can't smell that. how the heck is he supposed to know that kokushibo regrets killing his brother when kokushibo didn't even remember himself? all tanjiro sees is a man who killed the one person he was supposed to protect over anyone else and honestly i think he'd hate kokushibo's guts.

douma is a different story. i don't have that much to say about it, just that i think tanjiro would be terrified on a whole different level. terrified because it's so strange to him to smell no emotions at all, but also mortified because what has to happen to a person so that they don't feel anything at all? so i feel like he would sort of feel sorry for him but he wouldn't forgive and couldn't understand him, simply because i think it would be insanely difficult if not impossible for someone as emotional and empathetic as tanjiro to understand someone as empty and numb as douma.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

since it is the season, how would the wereboys react to their partner having watched a scary movie alone, so when they come home they can smell you were scared but you are not immediately visible to them (in the shower or stepped out or something)

ohhhh, what a fun question.

idk if you wanted to know for all the boys, but i wrote down my thoughts anyway:

Chris: all his senses will immediately focus on you. enters Protection Mode. "are you okay?" "did anyone do anything to you?" the questions come out one after the other while he makes his way to you, not giving you enough time to respond to any of them or even comprehend why he was asking these things. will mostly feel relieved as soon as he finds you and you tell him what happened. he will try to do things to get that minute shift in your scent to disappear as soon as possible.

Minho: it'll take him a bit to notice. when he does, it's only after you'd come close to greet him. he'll be worried but will act very calmly. it'll take no time for things to be cleared up, and when he finds out it was all because of a movie and that it wasn't anything serious, he'll tease you about it.

Changbin: gets very angry very quickly. not at you, of course, but at whoever could've done anything to you. very much: no thoughts, head empty, must get revenge. will go through the flat like a hurricane, and when he does find you, his hands are on your cheeks (mostly because he wants to feel you close). "what happened?" "who did this to you?" you can tell he isn't fully present with the rage flickering in his eyes. even after you explain, it'll take him a bit to calm down.

Hyunjin: will probably start getting scared himself. a shaky "is everything okay?" will be enough for you to pop out from whichever room you're in and clarify. he'll just exhale a breath of relief and ask for cuddles after.

Jisung: will be very worried and start looking for you around the house. when he finds you, he will pretend he isn't as worried as he is just to not get you even more scared. will try to get you to tell him what happened without outright asking about it, to the point where he'll start piecing together enough details to know it was all because of a movie, which will ease his nerves immediately.

Felix: he's very perceptive. he knows the shifts in your scent like the back of his hand at this point, and he knows the difference between the 'scared for real' and 'scared by media' shift. will simply ask "what were you watching?" as soon as he's registered it.

Seungmin: won't beat around the bush. "why are you scared? are you okay?" he'll ask from the front door. deep inside, he's worried, but when you're finally in front of him, and he can see that you're virtually okay save for that lingering shift in your scent, he doesn't jump to conclusions. you'll just tell him about the movie. he'll tease you a bit about it, but would ask which one it was as well in case he wants to see it, too.

Jeongin: will be a bit startled, and will start looking for you and try to get to you as quickly as possible. it'll take him a while to grow the courage to ask out right what happened, and when you tell him, he'll just be amused. he will, though, ask you to give him a heads up next time so he can be a bit more prepared.

[cupcakesmoothie]

Liveblog!

Goddamn those must be some sharp ass nails

Wait. CAN they see it??

Yo I'm like half sure those guys are dead MC

LMAO yeah Pantalone is probably listening to all this tea

Is Kappa ok? Probably scared as hell poor baby

MC!! She's so cool omg. Get his ass

????????? Did Theta just fucking LICK her? Taste her blood?

What the fuck is happening. Can he actually not see the thread so he's not sure? Can he actually see it but doesn't quite believe?

!!!

MASK OFF??!!

FUCKING PANTALONE. Grabbing her waist too goddamn

Ahahaaa is that jealously I smell?

Oh shit ok didn't expect him to say that

Like every single goddamn time I read the dialogue I'm like wow these people suck, Theta you good bro?

MC he is not. I wonder if all the segments (or even some of them) got delusions though. I know uh, Rho(?) was using ice powers during the whole Diluc thing though…

Oh ok never mind I guess he has something else

Is. Is that the Archon reside??

What indeed. WHAT JUST HAPPENED

OH SHIT. OH FUCK. DOTTORE!!!!!

DOTTORE POV!!!!!

UGH fuck this guy he's so whipped omfg can only focus on MC mf

Oh wait yeah they still got the senses thing, he could fucking FEEL Theta hurting her

Dottore she's met like. 3 of them. 4 if you count the one who tried to kill her. You are doing a terrible job keeping your secret buddy

Hmm yeah, the way the soulmate system works, a single word could keep reappearing on both of them cause maybe the other is wondering what the hell it's about

Ahahahaaa he's not even give MC the ointment himself. Coward. Thought counts tho

Kappaaaa

Oh Dottore have you TRIED getting a child to let go of something before? That boy is glued to her now. Not yours anymore

I mean, given that MC is the one holding him rn and she's got the tendency to ask questions, I don't think she'd let go of him so easily either

Mmhmmhmmmm :]

HAhaaa question time

EPSILON!!!!!

????? DID THIS GUY JUST- Goddamn Epsilon got rizz

Today just has NOT been Dottore's day, how many of them are left? Lambda, Rho, Delta? Is there anyone else?

Oh, Zeta, forgot about him

Damn the segments don't even treat each other well, and Lambda wants to fucking kill her

Oh this bitch, lock her up??

Bro Pantalone heard EVERYTHING. And he barely did anything

It's very real buddy

Also MC is with the segments right now. Like when this goes back to MC's POV I think it's going SO fun

Pantalone speaking up for her, let's go

Prototype? What's this about? Have I just forgotten something again 💀. I'll check later

MC POV!!!!!!!!!!

Ughhhhhhhhhhhh these kids are so cute. Kappa not letting go of her is PEAK child behaviour. They're all so attached I can't

MC is picking up on a lot of stuff. Also, I like that while she has less information than us, the audience, the things she notices while she tries to figure stuff out gives us more information. I really love how that's framed, idk

EPSILON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's my guy. My man

GENTLE

UGHHH the perks of actually having feelings fr wtf

HE'S SO NICE COMPARED TO THE REST OF THEM!!!

MC is about to get her questions answered very fast and like. I'm not sure if she handle it. To her, this is some crazy shit. This is her real life, you know

I'm like, really wondering now what the thread can do. Can they all see it? Can every single person in that room see it?

Wait. Wait that's so cool actually, that's a great way to put it?? She's the soulmate of all of Dottore's segments, but only Dottore is her soulmate. That's a great explaination actually

These fucking kids. The only nice things in this entire story, I love them, they're so precious

EPSILON!!!!! HE'S SO!!!!

HE'S SO!!!!!! He fucking REALISED. HE COULD TELL!!! THE PERKS OF ACTUALLY HAVING FEELINGS FR!!!!!!!!

Epsilon I love you. Thank you for existing. ANSWERS!!!

AHAHA Gamma is so cute, tsundere. He's a teenager, man.

Epsilonnnnn, still my favourite though. I love him

WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK. Dottore I'm gonna kill you

Noooooo they're leaving.

OKAY BUT THE KIDS ARE STILL THERE

Dottore POV

Ahaha Epsilon you bitch

Dottore fuckin tsundere doesn't want to seem interested

Object? The hell is Iota holding

GFHGFHHGFHGFHGFHFGHGFHGFHGFHHGFHGFHGHFHGFHFGHFHGHFGHFGHFHBGFHGFHFGHF I thought Epsilon would do this for her but I guess he has more respect, but the cleaning wounds trope is hard to beat

Awww Iota

Wait actually this means Iota goes under Pantalone's care when he gets overwhelmed?

PFFFFFFT you can't just hit me with that joke

God, this guy. You think he was actually studying for a PHD?

You can't just drop me line that Dottore lingered on her lips and just MOVE ON

Oh she's asking DOTTORE this question

"They are me." is SUCH a line.

This is such a well written conversation actually. It's just very short lines, but the QUESTIONS and ANSWERS they embody are just. So much

And Dottore is such a NERD. He totally loves talking about his research

AND MC can keep up! Of course she can cause she wanted to know more about what he was sending her.

Oh Dottore just admit that you like that she's smart

Wait. Actually. What are the segments made of. They haven't been described as inhuman, so is this where the human experiments come in? But they look like exact clones of Dottore?

Dottore is so fucking weak to this soulmate thing and he KNOWS it.

Oh shut up you liked it

Oooo, she's asking about the (probably) Archon residueeee.

He doesn't even really want to leave

And that's all! This is my second attempt at reblogging because apparently I went too insane for Tumblr to process my tags, but

HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, theta hurts reader but only a little, this was not edited sorry for mistakes 😭

notes: alrighty guys, this is officially the last chapter of the regular schedule—after this one, updates are going to be sporadic but they will at the very least be monthly. wish i could keep up the schedule but its not going to be feasible considering i start law school this upcoming wednesday </3 i'll update the masterlist to reflect the change too

SPIT IN MY FACE

“Excuse me?”

The masked man—had Gamma called him Theta?—kept a tight grip on your wrist, holding it up in front of you so he could look at it himself. He was stronger than he looked, you tried to rip your wrist out of his hold but failed. His nails dug into your skin in response to the attempt, drawing blood. You grimaced as you watched a thin line of red seep down your forearm. 

“You heard me.” Theta’s smile didn’t budge as his other hand came up to grab your chin, turning your head away from where Kappa was still buried in the crook of your neck to face him. “Was he trying to keep you hidden away or were you trying to hide from us?”

He wasn’t looking at your hand. He was looking at your finger or more specifically… where your thread was hanging from it, leading off somewhere to the left of you wherever Dottore was. You remembered how Kappa had looked down at your hand curiously before deciding to come over to you, the way he was so at ease with you for no reason. And Gamma. Gamma had looked at your hand before he started panicking and ran off.

Could they… see it?

“Hm?” Theta’s nails dug into your cheeks now, just like how he had with the aristocrat—you didn’t even know where they went, if they had taken the opportunity to flee or if he had done something to immobilize them, you couldn’t turn your head to check. You grimaced as you felt his nails break skin again. “Answer me.”

How was that possible?

You could all but taste the poison in his words, the impatience and the frustration. You were at a loss as to how to proceed—your arms were tied up with Kappa, one of your hands was stuck in his and he was forcing you to look at him, and that unhinged look in his red eyes was causing your brain to fog with fear.

Think. You had to think. You had to free your wrist from his hand. You had to get back to your room, or to Pantalone’s. 

Where was Pantalone? Livid, you realized that the man was probably still listening in on the show, not getting involved, leaving you to deal with this unstable bastard. 

Think. What did he want to hear? What would make him settle down at least enough to loosen his grip on you?

But how the hell were you supposed to know what he wanted you to hear? Even with just the way he spat out those two questions, you knew both answers were wrong and would set him off more. But you had to say something, the longer you went without answering his question, the more his eyes flamed with impatience—you didn’t want to know what would happen when that thin thread of patience snapped.

“I came here, didn’t I?” you asked quietly. You tried to relax your shoulders and upper body, exuding a type of faux-comfort with the man. “I came looking for you.”

Theta’s red eyes narrowed with suspicion, watching you carefully—his grip did not waver, much to your distress. 

“You don’t even know who I am,” he said coldly, speaking the one truth you’d hoped he wouldn’t. His grip on your wrist tightened and his nails dug deeper into your cheeks. “I hate liars.”

“I’m not lying,” you told him, grimacing as his nail dragged against your skin. Kappa shifted in your arms, bristling, you couldn’t tell if he was watching or not. “You can see the thread, no? I may not fully understand how you can see it but the fact that you can speaks enough.”

Theta hesitated, the corner of his lip dipping in doubt as he tried to decide whether or not he thought you were lying. You watched with bated breath, tongue kissing the inside of your teeth, as a flurry of emotions rushed through his eyes ranging from anger to hesitancy and hope. Then his eyes hardened, decision made, and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Liar.”

Again, his grip tightened but it was painful now and your body begged you to pull away or do something but he was stronger than you. He forced you closer to him, turning you so that if Kappa wasn’t between you, you would’ve been chest-to-chest with him. You wondered if you should let him go, let him flee somewhere safe, but he was still clutching your shirt.

Theta leaned in close, you could feel his breath hot against your cheek and the cool ceramic of his mask nudging against your skin where his nose would have been. You grit your teeth together as you felt something warm and wet press against the skin of your cheek where his nails had broken through, lapping at the blood.

Your face felt hot, anger and humiliation curdling your blood as Theta let out a puff of amused laughter against your skin.

“You taste like a liar too,” Theta crooned. “Lambda thinks you’re a fake sent to distract us. Are you a fake, little liar?”

Us. He kept saying us but you don’t know what that meant or how it was possible—they could see the thread but as far as you could tell, they did not have a connecting one. You had never seen anything like that before, nor had you ever read about anything like that. 

You thought you should say something but your mind was reeling as you tried to piece together the puzzle and figure out what was going on.

But before you could do or say anything, Kappa squirmed and twisted in your arms, hanging over you to whack his small fist hard against Theta’s mask—with more strength than you expected from the boy. 

Theta grunted stumbling back—he wasn’t hurt but the force of Kappa’s swing had partially knocked his mask off, revealing thick scars similar to the ones you had seen on Gamma. He fumbled trying to straighten out the mask and as he did, you whirled around to rush to your room.

You didn’t get far. 

Not because of Theta, who was cursing as he fastened the mask back on, but because you slammed right into someone else’s chest, broad and dressed in dark clothes. You glanced up as a pair of gloved hands grabbed your waist, irritation rising at Pantalone’s thin, close-eyed smile. You wondered if you had passed or failed whatever test he expected from this situation. 

The pads of his fingers pressed into your waist as he shifted you over to the side and behind him, leveling his attention on Theta as the man straightened back, narrowed eyes still trained on you instead of the Harbinger. 

“Theta.” Venom dripped from Pantalone’s words as he spoke his name. “I suggest you make your way back to the Doctor’s labs instead of bothering my guest.”

“Your?” Theta spat out, taking a step forward. His eyes were wild again now, far gone from the hardened look he had directed toward you after he made his decision. You stiffened, watching as Pantalone lifted his chin, raising his eyebrows, challenging Theta. “She is not your anything, banker. Go back to counting your coins and sucking noble cock to get further in the world, stay out of our business.”

Pantalone, to his credit, did not look bothered by the dig—the only sign of anger was the way his lip twitched before he spoke: “Take it up with your maker, fraud. You have no authority here, you are not the Doctor.”

“I am-” 

Sharp and loud, Theta’s voice rang up and down the hall as he took two long steps forward as if to attack Pantalone but the Harbinger only let out a huff of amusement as he cut Theta off mid-shout.

“I am not one of the subordinates who you can fool into believing you are him. You are a rabid dog running a thin line between life and death. It is only a matter of time before you’re put down, I again suggest you leave before I make that day come sooner.” 

You thought that you shouldn’t feel anything for the man standing a few paces away but something deep in you clenched when Theta drew back as if he’d been physically slapped, red eyes wide with shock. The feeling did not last long though because as quick as the hurt appeared, it was gone, twisting into something far more sinister as a wide smile spread across his lips, teeth bared much like the rabid dog Pantalone claimed him to be. 

“You think you can kill me?” 

Something manic stained his words, deranged and challenging as if he meant for Pantalone to back his words right then and there. Theta did not have a vision, not one that you could see or feel at least, but you knew in your bones that he was far, far more dangerous than he looked—he was strong and he moved faster than any visionless human you’d ever seen. Briefly, you wondered if he even was hu-

Pantalone stepped forward and the air around the four of you crackled with an energy that made your skin crawl. You let out a shaky breath, eyes widening as you took a step away from the man, unconsciously trying to get away from the source of the energy, an unnatural and uncomfortable feeling spreading through you. 

What is that? 

It felt sick. Corrupted. The air tasted stale and rotted as it seeped down the halls like poison. Your vision was reacting in response to it, the purity of the hydro energy trying to repel the new, malefic energy but it was curling all around you, trying to find chinks in the thin shield your vision was providing you from the decay. 

You had to get away from it but your feet were rooted to the ground, watching the scene play out before you. Neither Theta nor Pantalone looked bothered by the energy—in fact, Theta looked thrilled, eyes alight as his impossibly wide smile widened even more, a giggle slipping from his lips as he raised his hand as if to summon something, but before he could snap his fingers, his eyes dulled and his knees hit the ground hard. Almost like he had been turned off, just like that.

What-

At once, the energy around Pantalone dissipated and you could move, confusion riddling your mind as you tried to figure out what happened to Theta and what that disgusting energy was. You took a step forward, eyes wide and trained on Theta first—was that Pantalone’s doing? But as you turned to look at him, your gaze caught sight of a figure down the hall. 

Dottore. 

You were bleeding. 

Dottore could feel his cheeks stinging but he hadn’t been sure what it was until he got to the hall in Pantalone’s wing where Gamma had left you. Theta was on the ground, empty-eyed and still, turned off courtesy of Dottore, and Pantalone was standing to the side of you, seemingly unimpressed by the whole situation. 

But you were looking at him, and only him, and he could only focus on you, eyes tracing the blood as it dripped down your cheeks to your neck, dribbling down your skin. With creased brows and lips pressed together tightly, he couldn’t tell if the look you were directing toward him was suspicion or anger or something else entirely. The only thing he could feel from you was what he assumed were the remnants of the confrontation with Theta: fear, anxiety, skepticism, confusion, disgust. 

Disgust, was that directed toward him or Theta or both of them? It didn’t sit well with him. He wondered how much Theta had told you, and he wondered how much you’d been able to piece together from what he had. Dottore had been hoping to keep the existence of the segments a secret from you. 

The last thing he wanted to have to do was get into depth about what they were because if he knew you even half as well as he thought he did, he knew it would turn into an interrogation of all that he’d been up to with his research. Even when you were young, when the third phase of the bond had first manifested, he had to be careful about what he was thinking about so that it wasn’t transcribed to you. Countless times he received words from you that could have only been originally given by him: the names of the segments, residue, deactivate, and Dottore knew that you must be taking every word he sent you to relentlessly research into them. 

“Doctor,” Pantalone finally drawled as Dottore came to a stop in front of them, forcing his attention away from you just for a second. “It’s about time that you’ve leashed your mad dog, I’m quite tired of dealing with him.”

Dottore didn’t acknowledge his words. Instead, he focused his attention back onto you—the only apparent wounds were the deep scratch marks on your cheek and wrist, painful but mostly superficial. It would heal in a few days at most, he would pass along an ointment to Pantalone so he could give it to you to speed along the healing process. 

The issue for Dottore laid in the boy tucked neatly in your arms, hiding his face against your skin.

The Kappa segment. 

Dottore exhaled. That would be trouble trying to handle. The Kappa segment was skittish and nervous. He usually only stuck around Epsilon, Iota or Gamma, he even tried to avoid the other segments if he could. Dottore had a feeling that it was because they reminded him of their father but he couldn’t be sure. 

Either way, he had never latched onto someone like this before and Dottore had a feeling it would be an issue trying to get him away from you. He didn’t like shutting down the younger segments—or any of the segments for that matter because it tended to mess with their wiring—but he thought he might have to in order to get the kid back to the estate without alerting the entire palace to your presence and relationship to him. 

His eyes lingered on you, only for a few more moments, watching the way you held Kappa close, arms wrapped around him tightly as if to shield him from danger. Kappa seemed like he was on the verge of dozing off, his shoulders rising and falling steadily—he’d never seen him so comfortable with someone that wasn’t Epsilon before. Something unfamiliar tightened his chest. Longing? Desire? Whatever it was, he didn’t like it. 

He looked away sharply, finally turning his attention to Pantalone. 

“Regrator, don’t act as if you spend all of your free time reluctantly handling my segments. You are usually asking for them, in fact,” Dottore said dryly. He barely spared you another look as he said: “I’ll handle this. Go back to your room and rest.”

Your face twisted and Dottore bit back a sigh, realizing that round three of his war of words with you was about to begin.

“I am not a child,” you shot back, voice tight. “You can’t just send me to my room. I have questions and you will give me answers now. I’ve waited long enough.”

Dottore had a feeling that you were not just talking about the past few hours. You were talking about the decade he had spent ignoring your existence. Unfortunately for you, he had no interest in answering your questions, not now or ever. 

He turned his attention back to Pantalone, ignoring the furious look that spread across your face at being blatantly ignored. Luckily—or unluckily, time would tell—Epsilon stepped in. He watched as your brows dipped in suspicion, looking between Epsilon and Dottore warily. If you hadn’t put together something was very, very wrong with the existence of Kappa, Gamma and Theta already, he had a feeling that Epsilon’s appearance just sealed it. 

Dottore turned away as Epsilon took your hand in his to press his lips to your knuckles before he gently led you in the direction of the door on the left. Gamma and Iota followed behind, the latter far more excited than the former. Gamma cast one last pleading look in Dottore’s direction just as Iota slammed the door shut behind them. 

Dottore, as he turned his attention to Theta’s still body, thought this might just be the worst case scenario. All three of the children. Theta. Epsilon. The last segments Dottore wanted meeting you all somehow managed to do just that within hours of you being in Zapolyarny. This would spread to all of the rest of the segments in no time and then he would have Zeta demanding to see proof of your existence and Rho lurking about curious; he’d have Delta bashing down the palace door to get Iota away from you, convinced by Lambda that you were only here to deceive them. And he’d have Lambda doing god knows what to try to remove your existence from their lives so they could continue their research without distraction. 

He needed a plan of action and he needed it fast but first, he had to deal with this. 

“What happened?” 

“Two aristocrats came up looking for the Kappa segment,” Pantalone said off-handedly. “Your soulmate interfered.”

“Interfered?” Dottore demanded. “What was she doing wandering around?”

Pantalone raised his eyebrows. “Was I meant to lock her in her room?”

Dottore looked at him coldly, silently telling him yes, he should have. They could not afford to have any of their subordinates run into you, much less any of the Harbingers and he knew that some of them would be searching for you. He remembered Columbina’s cryptic comment about you a few months ago, Sandrone’s fury at your presence in Snezhnaya, Arlecchino’s odd interest in you—and if Arlecchino was interested, it was only a matter of time before she sent her attack dog after you to find out whatever she wanted to know. Keeping you isolated from the rest of the Fatui was paramount.

“What happened with Theta?” Dottore asked after Pantalone let out an exaggerated sigh of agreement. 

“What always happens with Theta,” Pantalone said dismissively. “He gets set off and lashes out. Was going on about her faking the bond, apparently Lambda is going around convincing them she’s lying.”

Of course, Dottore thought bitterly. He knew that Lambda had been talking to Zeta, Delta and Rho but he thought the segment knew better than to get Theta wound up about this. 

He took a deep breath, taking a step away to calm himself down. Well, that made that decision: the first thing he had to do was talk to Lambda, he couldn’t have him turning the segments against you, least of all Theta, who was very liable to attack those that he thinks did him wrong. After that, he would figure out what to do with the rest of the segments because in stopping Lambda, he would have to admit to them all that you were his soulmate, that this was all real. 

That this was all real. 

Dottore shut his eyes briefly, unconsciously looking in the direction of where you, Epsilon and the kids had disappeared behind the dark door that led to your room. His body itched to follow them in there—the bond in work, surely, but he could feel it was getting stronger. It was stronger than it was while he had been dancing with you, and even stronger than it had been while talking to you outside of the washroom. He should just grab Theta and drag him back down to his lab, leaving Epsilon to deal with your interrogation, but his feet weren’t cooperating.

“You should speak to her,” Pantalone said as he turned to go back to his own room. “If you’re going to have me confine her to this wretched place, you should at the very least, explain to her why… lest you have a very unhappy soulmate on your hands. I doubt that would be conducive to productivity.” 

Dottore hummed dismissively, glancing back at the door once. He supposed should, he didn’t want to deal with your turbulent emotions, especially when he was going to be dealing with the segments. 

Distantly, a part of him wondered if he was just using that as a logical excuse to give in to the pull of the bond. 

“And Doctor, do get me that prototype by the morning as promised.”

You felt overwhelmed. The older boy, Gamma, was sitting in the corner of your room, knees tucked to his chest as he watched you with the younger two. Kappa was fast asleep now, tiny arms slung around your neck as he slept—you had tried to place him down on your bed but whenever you tried to pull him away from you, his arms tightened and he started stirring awake. The other one, you didn’t know his name yet, was kneeling on the floor next to the bed where you were sitting, big red eyes peeked above the comforter, watching you with varying degrees of suspicion and distrust and longing.

He had the same scar on the upper half of his face that Gamma did, you couldn’t help but notice, down to the burn patterns and wrinkles. And they were identical, if Gamma was a few years younger, he’d be the spitting image of the kid. It was impossible. Not even brothers can be so similar as to be identical down to the wrinkles and patterns in scars. 

So, what were they?

You had to have been onto something when you thought it was some sort of experiment—Kappa was too young to have been born eight years ago, Gamma and the new kid were too similar in appearances, if you saw correctly when Kappa partially knocked off the mask even Theta seemed to have some scars on his face, and Theta and Kappa both showed a strength that did not reflect in their body.

A throat being cleared knocked you out of your thoughts, your eyes drew up from the kids to where the man was standing near the door. He gave you a small, apologetic smile as his eyes met yours—red and gentle. 

Who was this?

You watched the man with thinly veiled suspicion. He looked just like Dottore, silvery blue hair styled the same way and even wearing a similar dark button-up that he did. 

Except unlike Dottore, he was not wearing a mask. 

His skin was smooth compared to the scars of the children and instead of the ever-present frown of Dottore, the corner of his lips were turned up. You had grown used to the cold aloofness of your soulmate over the years, it unnerved you how someone could look so much like him and yet feel entirely different. 

You raised your chin as Epsilon came to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, keeping your expression stony, studying him to try to figure out what he wanted from you.

“Peace,” he murmured. “I’d just like to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.” 

He had a white handkerchief between his fingers and you were acutely aware of the blood still dripping down your cheeks and arm. He raised his eyebrows, but sighed when he realized you weren’t going to budge, placing the handkerchief back in his pocket. 

“Very well,” he said quietly. “I’m sure you have questions. I can answer them if you’d like.”

Of course you had questions, but could you trust him to answer them? 

He didn’t appear as if he was trying to deceive you, his eyes were warm and his lips were lax, he had none of that tightness that Dottore usually had. Was he faking it? Or was he wanting to help you? You couldn’t tell, his demeanor was throwing you off.

“You’re really her?” a new, young voice said softly, voice hesitant but tinged with the slightest bit of hope that had your heart aching. You looked back toward the kid as he peered up at you through thick curls of hair cautiously. “Our soulmate?”

Our.

Your ears rang, distantly watching as the boy reached out for your hand, thin fingers playing with yours until he reached the one your thread was looped around. From the corner of your eye, you looked at the older man, who was watching you with a knowing expression.

Our.

How was that possible? He could clearly see your thread, trying to play with it and tug at it in the same way you used to as a child, but he had no connecting one, like the Doctor did. Did that make you his soulmate but he was not yours? Was there such a thing as unrequited soulmates? But you didn’t think it was that simple, there was a critical piece of information you were still missing.

But the kid was looking at you again, anxiously awaiting your response, and you didn’t have the heart to deny him. Even if you weren’t sure what was going on, he could undeniably see your thread.

“Yes,” you finally said, watching as he lit up, red eyes pooling with tears and lips trembling as he flung himself forward, burying his face into your lap. He jostled Kappa, who kicked his foot out instinctively, but the kid was unbothered.

“I knew you were real.” His voice was muffled into the cloths of your dress. “Everyone said you weren’t but I knew you were.”

Your throat tightened and your now free hand twitched from where it was laying on the comforter of your bed, coming up to pat his head.

You let out a shaky breath, lifting your gaze to focus on the man still sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with an indecipherable expression.

“I’ve never seen them take to someone like this before,” he said softly. “I suppose it’s just further proof that you are who you claim to be. Some of the others thought it might be a ploy.”

Others, you wondered distantly but you were more focused on the last thing he said, face twisting.

“I would not fake a soul bond,” you said tightly, mind turning to your stepfather and your mother, your dead father and your destroyed family.

“I insulted you,” he realized. “My apologies, it was not my intention. I was not one of the ones that thought that way but I figured it was best for you to know and prepare, some of them might doubt you when they meet you.”

“How many of you are there?” you asked, but the more important question that you just couldn’t push out was what are you?

“Excluding the Doctor, there are nine of us. I’m called Epsilon. Kappa is the youngest, then Iota, who is on your lap, and then Gamma, who’s sitting over there,” he explained.

You looked back over to where Gamma was sitting. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, staring out the window into the dark night… or maybe he was. Amused, you realized that he was still watching you carefully through the reflection of the window. As soon as he realized that you noticed what he was doing, he turned his head away quickly.

“He’ll warm up,” Epsilon said quietly. You looked back toward him, watching as his lips turned up, red eyes glittering, as if sharing some secret with you. “He’s nervous.”

You couldn’t help the way you let out a puff of amusement, studying Gamma and the way he was digging his nails into the palm of his hand and tapping his foot against the wood of the window nook incessantly. 

“I don’t… really understand all of this,” you finally admitted, relaxing a bit with Epsilon. You let yourself lean back against the large, decorative pillows set up on the bed, watching the man that looked eerily similar to Dottore, wondering if this was what he looked like beneath the mask as well.

“This is new for all of us too,” Epsilon told you, “so I can’t really explain to you what all of the bonds might be or mean… but I’m sure that is not what you’re asking right now, is it?”

“Not entirely, at least. First I’d like to understand…”

What you are. What they are. Why you can see the thread and why the children think that I’m their soulmate too.

“Well, I’ll do my best at explaining then. You deserve that much at least.”

The heavy weight on your chest lifted, if only a little. You thought that this might be the first time in weeks, months, that someone was actually giving you answers. Your father passed and left you with only questions, the masked person from the inn gave you even more questions and not a single answer, and now even Dottore refused to answer your questions, he just sent you away for Pantalone to deal with. 

“Thanks,” you said softly, eyes meeting his again.

Epsilon gave you a small smile, lips parting to speak but before he could say anything, the door to your room opened again. Your gaze shot up, eyes falling upon a familiar masked figure standing in the frame, lips pressed together tightly. 

“Epsilon,” Dottore said coldly. “Bring Theta down to the lab.”

Epsilon sighed heavily, shooting you an apologetic look before rising to his feet. “Another time,” he offered, and you nodded, disappointed, ignoring how Dottore’s lips turned downward.

Epsilon made his way out of the room, slipping past Dottore, and Gamma threw himself off the nook and scampered after Epsilon, fleeing the room without another look toward you. 

The door slam shut behind them, an eerie silence sweeping over the room as he left you with Dottore.

Dottore’s already sour mood worsened when Epsilon flung him a triumphant look as soon as his back was turned to you. He wondered what he said to you in those few minutes he was in here alone with you but for some reason, he doubted that you would tell him and he by no means wanted to add more fuel to the fire by appearing interested in you. Narrowed eyes followed Epsilon as he left the room, shutting the door harshly behind him and the Gamma segment so he could speak to you without unwelcome ears listening in.

The Kappa and Iota segments made no move to leave—one being fast asleep and the other now watching Dottore suspiciously, shifting behind you to peek over your shoulder at him. Dottore could see the boy clutching something in his hand, knuckles white around the object and arms tensed as if ready to throw it. Dottore raised his eyebrows, albeit knowing neither of you could see the action anyway. 

He ignored Iota and drew closer to the bed, taking a seat on the opposite side of the mattress that Epsilon had been sitting on as he observed you. You looked exhausted—your eyes looked heavy and tired, they didn’t have the same spark in them that they had earlier in the night, and the blood from the scratch marks on your was smeared messily, staining your skin and dress. 

Irritated, Dottore wondered why Epsilon hadn’t cleaned it up, pulling out a cloth from his jacket pocket and shifting a little closer. He grabbed your arm first, ignoring that tingling sensation as it reappeared as soon as the pads of his fingers were pressed against your bare skin, and especially ignoring the red thread tied around your finger. 

He could feel your eyes on him as he carefully wiped away the blood, distantly noting that Iota had shimmied out from behind you and was darting to the opposite side of the room. 

“He will not bother you again,” Dottore finally said, sparing a look to the side as Iota approached from the side, this time with bandages. He eyed the boy curiously, wondering if this room was one of the places he fled to those rare times he was stuck in the palace and got overwhelmed by the amount of people. Iota turned his head away pointedly and Dottore just shook his head, taking the bandages and wrapping them neatly around your wrist and forearm. 

You didn’t respond to him and Dottore glanced up at you, waiting for you to say something. You looked away, Dottore bit back an irritated sigh, tying off the bandage and moving a bit closer to look at your face.

“Thought they just called you a doctor for the irony,” you snipped half-heartedly, keeping your eyes averted as his fingers grabbed your jaw, turning your head to the side to see just how deep Theta had cut you.

Dottore let out an amused puff of air. “They do,” he drawled, “but I’m usually presented as one to acquire more willing test subjects. I must at least know the basics.” 

You gave him a withering look from the corner of your eye, bottom lip pushed out. He was grateful for his mask hiding the way his gaze lingered on it, focusing back on the scratch marks. They weren’t too deep but he didn’t have an ointment with him to spread over them, so instead he just pressed the handkerchief to the skin, cleaning up the blood.

“What are they?” you asked, eyes steeled for an argument. 

Dottore sighed heavily, considering briefly trying to avoid the subject but you did not seem keen on letting this slide and he was not in the mood for an argument. He wanted to get this done and get out of your room as soon as possible, even if his body was betraying him by allowing his fingers to linger on your cheek as he wiped away the blood. 

“They are me.”

Concise and to the point, as he always was, Dottore waited for the explosion of questions and demands to come from you but you only stared at him, studying him. Again, Dottore was grateful for his mask because he did not like the way he felt beneath your gaze.

“How?” you finally questioned. 

“Experimentation,” Dottore said dryly, your eyes narrowed as if that was an obvious answer. His lip unconsciously pulled up into a smirk. “I was able to isolate and extract my consciousness at specific periods of my life after years of study into-”

“Irminsul,” you finished for him, voice little over a breath and eyes darting down to your forearm. 

Dottore’s lips pressed into a thin line, watching you carefully—he did not like that, or did he? A part of him was impressed that you’d managed to put it together so easily just from the little he said and the words that had been transcribed to you through the bond. But on the same note, he thought that the fact that the bond had given you enough words to so easily string together how he had gone about his research was unnerving. 

Not for the first time since the bond appeared, Dottore felt distinctly violated. 

“Yes,” he said slowly. “Study into Irminsul. All I had to do was create vessels for the consciousnesses after extracting them.”

“And they are… you?” 

You were looking at Kappa with a different expression now, Dottore couldn’t figure out what it was but it made him uncomfortable, vulnerable. There was a reason why he made sure to keep all of the younger segments far, far away from people. Dottore let his hand drop back to his lap, folding the handkerchief and placing it back in his pocket. 

“Yes.” His voice came out colder and sharper, and you caught the change in tone, looking up at him quickly with furrowed brows. “I’ll be taking them back to the labs.”

You didn’t look pleased, frowning as you looked down at Kappa, who was still fast asleep. Behind Dottore, Iota let out a noise of protest but Dottore only had to turn his head to the side to stop the boy from speaking his complaint out loud. 

“So what? You’re just going to leave again?” you asked harshly.

“Did you think I was going to stay?” he quipped back, sarcasm dripping from his words. “That you and the younger segments and I were just going to be one happy family?” 

To your credit, you didn’t look too perturbed by the harsh words but he knew it affected you, if the way your grip tightened on Kappa had anything to say about it.

“You can’t just keep me here,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m not-”

“You’ll find that I can do whatever I want,” Dottore corrected, rising to his feet. 

You didn’t hesitate, shifting Kappa down to lay on the bed next to you as you moved forward, fingers wrapping around his wrist to hold him in place. A commendable effort, but all it would take was one quick snap of his wrist to free it from your hold…

But he did not snap away his wrist. As easy as it would have been, instead he just stood there, staring down at you, waiting for you to say whatever you wanted to say. He tensed as if to pull away but his body didn’t cooperate—he blamed it on the bond but he wasn’t so sure that was the case.

“I’m not done,” you said. “I have more questions.”

“Another time,” he dismissed, finally forcing himself to pull his wrist back. Again, he felt a strange void as soon as the pressure of your fingers was removed from him. “I’ve wasted enough time tonight.”

Wasted?

“Wasted?” you echoed his very thought, scoffing loudly before shaking your head. “You know what, I don’t really care. What I do care about is knowing what that energy was around Pantalone—what was that?”

Dottore looked at her steadily from beneath his mask. “That is none of your business,” he said coolly. “Do not go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong lest you find yourself a guest here forever.”

The look you gave him was nothing short of murderous. “As if I won’t be already,” you spat, rising to your feet to take a few steps closer to him after he moved away. Dottore remained rooted in place, looking down at you. “I will not be kept here like a caged animal.”

“Then maybe you should not act like one.”

“Excuse me?” Dottore’s words held no weight, but he did very much enjoy goading reactions out of you, watching as your face twisted in fury at the insult. “I came here for a reason, Doctor, and that reason was not to be imprisoned by you. I have information I need to find and one way or another, I will acquire it. You can either-”

“You will do as I say so long as you’re in this palace,” Dottore said, cutting you off by pinching your cheeks between his fingers and tilting your face up to look at him. “Just because we have a bond forced on us by Celestia does not make you untouchable, control that tongue of yours before it lashes at the wrong person. Once I get the information I want, I will consider getting you what you want. Then, we will never have to see each other again. Until then, you have reaped what you sowed and it is no one’s fault but your own that you were not adequately prepared for the consequences of your actions, do you understand?”

Just for a second, he watched as a helpless expression spread across your face, eyes glassy and lips pressed together tight as you stared up at him. His tongue itched to say something else but no words formed on it before you snapped your face out of his hold, looking away. 

“Get out.”

A part of him wanted to refuse just to be spiteful—was it spite? Or was it something else, that heavy feeling weighing at his chest? That was a question he was not ready to answer, so instead, he smiled thinly:

“Gladly.”

i promise they’re going to start warming up to each other soon more than just in their internal narration <.< soon as in very soon wait til you see the scene i have planned

RBS APPRECIATED!

[ge0rg1ewaa]

"They set it up!" - Neymar jr

A/n : this is so confusing and idk if it makes sense. I just wanted to post something, anything. hope u still enjoy it :)

[Third person pov]

The smell of freshly prepared pasta wafted through the corridors of the apartment. The atmosphere was soothing with a blanket on the couch & a favorite movie on the TV. The setting sun and its last rays were the only thing that could be seen through the window.

Today was Y/n's day off and she decided not to bother going out, to be honest, she wasn't in the mood either. Yesterday, she broke up with her boyfriend of a year and a half because she found out he was cheating on her. She didn't do anything all day. In the morning she went out to do the shopping, but since then she has been at her place, reading the unfinished book and finishing watching the last few episodes of the series she has been bingeing on lately.

After pouring herself a portion of the pasta, she headed to the sofa, taking her phone from the charger. The girl had not yet checked her social media, her phone flooded with messages from Instagram, Twitter and Messenger. There was nothing interesting in the internet world. There were no dramas at the moment, or at least Y/n hadn't run into them. One of the messages was from her boyfriend well ex now, Neymar jr, and read 'I'm really sorry. I promise you, I haven't done anything. You know I would never touch anyone else expect you. I love you. Baby please answer me. ' and stuff like that, but Y/n just blocked him. Less than a minute later, her phone rang. As soon as she saw that it was Neymar, she let him ring, but as soon as she realized that he was not going to give up so easily, she picked up the phone, but remained silent, letting him speak.

"Hi meu amor. I know you are there, but you are silent because you want me to speak, so I will speak and tell you everything. The other night after we won the game we went out for a treat but we got drunk and I don't even know how I got home. I swear to god I don't know the girl who was next to me. They set it up! We haven't done anything, I promise you. I know the pictures you saw don't do justice to my words, but I have a video where she is paid to lie next to me half naked. I'll send it to you so you can make sure too. Eu te amo muito. Eu nunca faria algo assim para te machucar. Você significa muito para mim. [ I love you so much. I would never do anything like that to hurt you. You mean so much to me.]" After he explained everything to her in one breath, Y/n unblocked him to send her the video. And he was right. The girl could be clearly seen haggling for the amount of money and eventually getting it, before taking off her dress and laying down next to the sleeping Neymar. But how did she get into his room?

"You can see for yourself what it's all about. I still don't know how she managed to get into my room and who helped her and why they took pictures, but at least I can rest assured that you know the truth." Neymar sighed, his red eyes filled with tears once again. He doesn't know how he let things get here. Only a day since the love of his life left him, but he doesn't know what is happening around him. At least now that Y/n had let him explain the ugly situation, he hoped she would return to his arms. He missed her, her touch, her kisses, her voice, her laugh, her presence in general. He was so deeply madly in love with her that he was ready to leave his family and end his career for her, and we all know how important family & football are to him.

He was just about to hang up the phone when her soft breaking voice called. "Ney, im so sorry. I should have let you explain earlier, but because of my stubborn head, I didn't and hurt both of us. I wish I could hug and kiss you. I miss you." Y/n said, her voice quiet but understandable. She knows that's not possible because of the miles that separate them every day.

" Se você descer e sair, seu desejo pode se tornar realidade. Se você descer e sair, seu desejo pode se tornar realidade. " [If you go downstairs and go outside, your wish may come true.]" Neymar replied with a small smile that could be heard in his voice.

He was here. He was finally here. Her smile shot across her face. Y/n would finally see him. She was so excited that she didn't even bother to get a jacket and flew down the stairs, opening the front door as quickly as possible. And here in front of her stood Neymar. With his classic smile and different hairstyle. He opened his arms and Y/n ran up and jumped on top of him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, his arms around her back and under her thigh to keep her from dropping to the ground. She nuzzled her face into his neck, smelling his fresh scent & he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her shampoo, which smelled of vanilla and cinnamon.

They pulled back and smashed their lips into each other's. Their lips seemed to be made for each other and fit together like a puzzle. Ney couldn't seem to enjoy Y/n's cherry lip balm & her hands were tangled in his curls.

"I missed you and I'm so sorry I didn't believe you at first." Y/n whispered, forehead pressed against Neymar's.

" Tudo está bem agora. Eu te amo." [ Everything is good now. I love you.]

" Te amo mais." [I love you more.]

[ablobwhowrites]

Well then, lemme just-

You know how some teens try to act all tough and serious so they can look cool and "mature for their age" but in reality are a complete sweetheart (and maybe a scared cat/crybaby too lol) and all of the adults there know this bc they knew/know them since their parents had them? Yeah<3

Reader: Nothing scares me😎, I'm awesome just like that-

Kevin: Oh! Hey Y/N, how are y-

Reader: *high-pitched scream*

When Reader discovered what Bob had done it probably hit them HARD. They thought he was the COOLEST dude on the neighborhood who always gave them free food after hard days at school and would let them hang out at his work when their parents were away, now you are telling them that police discovered that he was a killer?? That gotta be a very hurtful event, especially if you are a kid.

So they kind of created this fake version of themselves to make it seem that they were over it and that it actually didn't affect them, they became this "too cool for school😎" teen who didn't have any feeling besides "chill" and "stoic". Which ends up making some of the people they grew around worried, they know why they became like this but nobody has the guts to confront them about it, knowing how the topic hurts them

Lila: So...do you want to talk about Bob-

Reader: Why would I? I don't care about what happened 😎

Lila: Well then...take your glasses off please?

Reader: 🤏😎....🥺

Bob(after escaping prison) probably wouldn't recognize them at first, only when they start to cry and beg for him not to kill them is when he notices that the teen in front of him is that kid who would always hang around when he was working. At that moment he kinda freezes, he can't believe it! They look so different! He tries to calm them down, telling them that it's only him, Bob! You remember him... right?

They just look so small and sad, there is this voice in the back of his head telling him to hug them and never let go, to comfort them like a parent comforts their child after a bad dream...and that's exactly what he would have done...if they hadn't ran away.

(idk man, just want Bob to be a platonic yandere to this teen who tries to act all tough but is absolutely terrified of him lol.)

(SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LOL)

(I love when anons or anyone explains and expresses their creativity and I'll make this into head canons with a tad of shitpost)

bob would have books on how to raise a teenager and other stuff. He does go out of his way to get you good animal meat sense you don't really have a wanting for it, which is fine but will the police on his ass and all

Bob does make dad jokes with a mix of cannibal humor in. Plus seeing you try to be cool but in reality a scared little kid makes him feel like a dad trying to raise a toddler who is afraid of their own shadow....he is convinced you are afraid of your own shadow, bob tries to make his house kinda child proof after hearing about how kids (which he kinda feels like you are) get hurt or almost get poisoned by things in the house or around the house so he trys everything to keep you from hurting yourself

He wears glasses....no one can change my mind, and bob does let you make friends. Well after he has you calm down after the fact he is a mass cannibal serial killer in a fucking devil costume, he is not above carrying you plus he wont spoil you a lot just at the beginning so you can at least calm down to know your not going to die....one time you went to go get a drink form the fridge at night and didn't know which fridge bob kept the drink (cause I headcanon he puts his drink and the dead bodies in two separate fridges cause he doesn't want you to get sick or just because your not use to the smell of dead corpses of victims old and new) and you open the wrong fridge and a fresh dead body falls out onto the floor your just use to it and shove the body back into the fridge and forget your drink.

Bob isn't bothered by you being gay or trans, pansexual ect. But he will need to see who your dating cause he wants the best for you....he makes "hi gay I'm dad" joke when you came out because you're his 'kid' and he will try to poke fun at any time he gets the chance, if you want to date two people that's okay but I feel like bob knows we're everyone lives in the town so he will get on his devil costume and go outside to check if your boyfriend/girlfriend is cheating on you and if they are....then oh boy he busting in and kill them.

You guys know when your trying to show your parents something on your phone and they do that looking far away from the screen to see it?....yeah bob has to grab his glasses and does that plus when he's cooking meat he knows how to season and make good ass hamburgers

[theelkmaiden]

Okay, but imagine a BBC Ghosts x The Sandman crossover.

Hob comes over to visit Button House as its being rented out for a party or do or something (idk. I don't know what professors do in their spare time) and is just chilling and living his life, and, invisible to him, all the ghosts are freaking out.

Julian is surprised but not all that fussed. That man there is definitely the son of his drinking buddy from uni who only stopped talking to him after the second time he made a joke about the filthy poor.

Pat believes the man to be his sisters friend who unfortunately died in a car accident a year before Pat himself was killed.

The Captain is adamant that that man is Seargant Robert Goldworth, who was unfortunately declared MIA during an attack in France without family to send a telegraph to.

Fanny is quite beside herself seeing her dear friend, Hubert Gilliings, the only man to take her seriously as an intellectual walk through her door many decades after he unfortunately fell from a cliff while they were on a walk together (it was a completely accident on his part, but he felt too awkward to return).

Thomas is confused to see his private history tutor, Bobby Gladson. The man was only around for a few years in Thomas's early teens, but he left a strong impact on the ghost.

Kitty is extatic to see her fathers friend from work visit again, though doesn't understand why he can't see her when, clearly, he must also be a ghost.

Mary is happy to see that Robert, the man who was tried before her, seems to be doing okay. And doesn't appear all that wet, considering.

Humphrey, not that anyone listens, tries to tell his fellow ghosts how the professor looks exactly like Sir Robert from when he visited with his lovely wife-to-be while planning their wedding.

Robin doesn't really care. This man has shown up before. All he wants to know is why Hob smells like the weird not-people that would sometimes visit his people. The lady who only sometimes had wings and took his brother away. Or the man who looked too sick who would tell them stories. Or the girl who smiled. Or the girl that cried. Or the, well, you get the point.

But the Ghosts start going apeshit. Pat tries to reason that they must all be from the same genetic line. Mary cries about witchcraft. The Captain follows the man around tries (and fails) to give him orders.

Alison is close to pulling her hair out after being bombarded with questions to ask the guy.

And, poor Hob, is just trying to be helpful. He notices Alison being incredibly stressed and asks her what he can do to help.

It all comes to a head when the sick man that Robin was going on about turns up as Hob's plus one and looks directly at the Ghosts crowding Alison.

Hob, noticing something odd, but not understanding what, ushers everyone into another room away from his peers and get Dream to explain what on earth is going on.

"This young woman is being plagued by ghosts. They are disrespecting her need for quiet and are asking her questions about your presence here."

Of course, Alison is immediately relieved to meet someone else can see the mayhem she puts up with. Mike is just off in the back shaking his head in sympathy. Hob is thoroughly confused, and the Ghosts all turn their attention onto Dream.

Immediately, Morpheus does a dramatic and becomes nightmare-esque to shut the Ghosts up and explain about rhe immortality to them.

Nobody is happy about this and Mary cries for days about witchcraft being real but it wasn't her. She was normal, promise. Alison and Mike are just along for the ride, at this point and just kinda have to accept that not only do ghosts exists, but people can be immortal and apparently can be friends with nightmare creatures.

[emmg]

FINALLY done with all my work which means I spent the day catching up on my reading. You know what that means *rubs hands*

“Tell me, does Mazzanti ring a bell?” >>> I am going to take off his belt and beat his face with it lmfaoooo. NO RAPHAEL NO, normal working class people DO NOT know what a freaking Mazzanti is. GET OUT OF HERE with your "casual everyday" Ferrari. Oh my goooooddd I hate him so much but I also need him carnally. He makes me so mad but I still want him. He's sooooo arrogant and so rich and so the embodiment of everything that is wrong with capitalism but I'd still kneel for him. This is the type of rich dude who will tell you how nice you look and then later go ew is that from Marshall's? And then wash his hands because god forbid his skin touches anything other than pure cashmere.

Anyway moving on lmfao.

Raphael pulling into suburbia in his Ferrari to pick her up. How noble of him to venture out of his ivory tower to see how the plebs live, wade through the muck and filth of roads in non-gated communities. He's like:

Oh man it's a short excerpt but it gave me so much joy lmaooo. I can practically smell him. The leather interior, the cologne, I'm sure he has some mints stashed somewhere, maybe he smoked a cigarette earlier idk (ik ik, but I actually enjoy cigarette smoke on a man, sue me lmfao)

I can't decide if Raphael would be the type to overtip the valet in advance to make sure his car doesn't get scratched or if he's more of a glare-you-down-do-you-know-who-my-father-is kinda guy. Probably both, depending on the mood lol

And now I'm imagining him running into his dad at the restaurant and suddenly he's a lil bitch in front of his date because daddy is even a bigger deal than he is and oh would you look at that, he actually likes his date and orders an even more expensive bottle of wine than Raphael initially did and now it's a pissing contest and Charly's there like lol k at least im not paying

Which of course means after he's grumpy but then she tells him his dad is annoying and ooof that's the hottest thing ever, instant boner, they fuck in the bathroom, the waiter gets a huge tip. Charly wonders if these types of places do doggy bags for leftovers, cue Raphael dragging a hand down his face like omg she's an uncultured swine

And Tav's like stfu this beluga caviar costs 1/3 of my rent, I'm taking them home

Oh man now I'm just making up scenarios in my head, but this premise is so fun to me and I'm having so much fun reading it and so much fun imagining stuff and ----

So I'm not sure how She's Just That Girl is gonna go, but I am SO FUCKING HERE FOR IT. Like I'm feral, clawing at the bars of my enclosure, and now just because I'm in it loool

I was kicking my feet and GIGGLING and wheezing and clapping my hands like a seal loooool

No but fr I am such a HOE for the premise of Raphael manifesting in the real world and taking an interest in "you." Omg yes give me. Partly because of the potential for the sheer undiluted psychological horror. Like seriously yeah you can obviously make it hilarious, and it should be hilarious where applicable. But also consider this:

The gaslighting. Because you try to tell yourself it’s not real. This isn’t possible. It’s Raphael, a fictional character. And no one else sees him. Or rather they do see him, but they see a person, simply a person, who maybe looks like him but is utterly ordinary, absolutely human, not whatever it is you believe him to be. No one else feels him. You’re alone in this nightmare, and the isolation is choking.

There’s no way to explain it to anyone. “Hey, so, uh, Raphael from bg3 is, like, real now? And haunting me? And I think he’s winning?” Yeah, no. They’d either laugh or have you committed but tbh at this point you’d take the padded room if you thought it’d get him out of your head.

But it doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop. He’s everywhere. In your shadow. In your dreams. In the flicker of a reflection that shouldn’t be smiling. You think, maybe if I just break something, something big, like a mirror, like myself, maybe I’ll snap out of it. Maybe I’ll wake up.

Because isn’t this what you wanted? A break from reality? An escape into the fictional? To be special? To perch on the devil’s lap and feel his fingers trace circles down your spine while he smiles like he knows every filthy little thought in your head? Isn’t this what you fantasized about while reading all those ridiculous fanfics? Isn’t this exactly what you begged the universe for when the monotony of dishes and day jobs felt like too much?

You didn’t want to scrub plates. You wanted to scrub blood off marble, your hands trembling, while he praised, while he called you a good girl. You didn’t want a life of bills and deadlines; you wanted magic and crown; magical, unstable orbs; and the thrill of stepping across planes into the unknown. You wanted to be noticed. Wanted to matter. And now now he’s here. Raphael himself, your shameful 2d desire. Offering it all on a silver platter.

But isn’t it funny how the fantasy didn’t tell you about the terror? The way his words would throttle your thoughts, making you question if they’re even yours anymore? How his image, and now even yours, scatters in a hundred fragments of glass, of that mirror you keep breaking again and again because you see him in it when no one else does, the same mirror that is always whole the day after. You wonder if it’s mocking you; or worse, if it’s him, stitching the pieces back together so you’ll break again. Because you will, won’t you? You’ll break it again. You’ll break yourself again.

And in the morning it's back to your part time job.

Anywhooooooo, don't mind me, just the ol' mind going crazy with ideas now that I've been fed good soup hehe

I know there’s a template for it somewhere or whatever but to be entirely honest I don’t give a flying fuckity fuck about finding it so anyway ~

*bangs on pots and pans*

WIP ✨WHENEVER✨

I nominate (and by nominate I mean tag lmao) @thessaralka as the resident solavellan expert, @heylittleriotact as fellow emmrich brainrot enthusiast, and @adinfernumadinfinitum as my raphael crack dealer aka yall embody my current three hyperfixations, congratulations, you’ve won nothing lmao

I can’t sleep and saw someone else do it so now I’m doing it too because I’m ~creative and original~

[allisonlol]

Yo, so like kinda weird but can I request smell hcs for the hunting dogs please

a/n: nah cuz this is actually a cute idea?? plus it's quick for me to write...i like it. maybe i'll do it for the ada / port mafia if anyone wants, lmk

Tecchou

cherry blossom. do i need to elaborate??

always has a sweet and lightly floral scent. it's very feminine but damn is it good

^it suits how pretty he is 😚

doesn't even have to use any colognes or body sprays. literally just naturally smells like that

even jouno doesn't mind how he smells because it's THAT good (he'll never admit it tho)

however after tecchou's done cooking his weird concoctions he tends to smell like all the random spices and ingredients he used

Jouno

so of course he ALWAYS smells amazing

but it's not overwhelming. more like a faint clean linen smell <3

like laundry detergent?? idk but it's nice and only really noticeable when he walks past someone

not a fan of colognes because it's too strong for his senses and gives him a headache

not that he has a need for that stuff anyways 🙄

literally just always faintly smells like fresh laundry,,,not much else for me to say here 🧺

Fukuchi

the hater side of me wants to say he would smell like a mixture of sewage & beer but...

for the sake of this post i'll be somewhat nice ig 😐

ok so. y'all know those axe bodysprays?

yea. he literally douses himself with that every morning before work, AND throughout the day

poor jouno always feels nauseated around him because the smell is so strong

it's not necessarily bad...but it's very um. overwhelming 😁

you walk into his office and there's literally a heavy fog of it in the air??

Teruko

i love her sm bro. the dictionary definition of a girlboss right here

usually smells very sweet, like a sugar cookie? she really loves vanilla and caramel scents

why do i also feel like she owns all the ariana grande perfumes and rotates which one she uses depending on the day?? (maybe cuz i do this)

she'd rather die than smell bad so she's another one who douses themselves in body sprays

except for after she's done torturing people. then she smells metallic, like blood (which isn't necessarily bad)

^no wonder jouno's in a permanent bad mood. mans probably has a constant headache from all this

Tachihara

my bf <3

i just KNOW he smells really good

probably like one of those pumpkin spice candles 😋

^i can't explain my logic for this one y'all just gotta trust me

or he'd definitely have a kind of woodsy / outdoorsy smell??

similar to those old spice soaps

another one who's paranoid about smelling bad so he carries those lil travel size cologne bottles

after missions he tends to smell like a mixture of gunpowder and blood tho,,,ngl it kinda reminds you of a hardware store?? 💀

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[diamondcitydarlin]

re: the 'what did guillermo feel when he first met nandor if his family can't even be in the room with a vampire longer than an hour also the convo with his abuela etc etc'

I think it's worth considering Guillermo's background with vampires here a bit too? Maybe I fixate on this a bit more because it reminds me so much of my own closeted queer mall goth vampire days myself, idk, but I think it's significant! Because Guillermo was drawn to vampires and the concept of being one long before Nandor stumbled aimlessly into that Panera bread 5 minutes before closing. He obviously watched Interview with the Vampire at a young age, and anyone who has seen that film will likely tell you about the not-so-subtle homoromantic/erotic themes within. But it's not just sexy stuff of course, it's also an exploration into a kind of queer domesticity- a family dynamic if you will, for however 'toxic' it is (ymmv I love Lestat dont come for me). We also know he 100% dressed up as Armand for at least one Halloween (but like, I know- it was more than just one).

As mentioned in earlier posts, I'm very much into exploring the lore of the 'vampire slayer' and giving the figurative 'him' more of a self-contained identity, maybe even biological aspect like vampires/werewolves, other monsters, and that seems to be the way the show is interpreting it as well. It's an interesting way to interpret them because at the end of the day it emphasizes just how much more they're like the monsters they try to kill than humanity, which can be an interesting element to play with esp in a story where a vampire slayer and vampire have managed to fall in love despite everything.

And it that vein, vampires and vampire-slayers are indisputably linked, which is also a really fun and interesting thing to play with. It would make sense for vampires to be able to smell 'the death' on them, and it would make sense for vampire-slayers to be able to inherently sense vampires nearby and fly into a primal rage. But given this link between them and the ways they're drawn to each other as a product of who they are, I think it can't be impossible that sometimes this 'drawing' to one another manifests as something else entirely. Maybe only once a few centuries or something, but still.

So maybe there's more to explore here about what vampire-slayers are and what their direct link to vampires is, exactly. Maybe it's not ALWAYS kill-on-sight. Maybe it doesn't ALWAYS manifest as primal rage. Maybe this inherent link between the two sometimes becomes something no less primal and powerful, but something much closer to a mutual desire for each other. It would explain the Guide's past dalliances with Van Helsing, wouldn't it? WOULDN'T IT??

Idk just some fun things that could be canon things maybe.