#it makes you feel less afraid ?? it sings a lullaby to you??

[tennessoui]

kit kit kit kit but the important question is!!!! does luke like boonaberries!!!! (also i feel like biggs has to clarify “your not-obi dad” because lbr luke’s a gorgeous himbo but he sure does love his obi in every universe)

(in reference to this post)

luke is allergic to boonaberries. obi-wan, who had just been starting down the path to healing and self-acceptance, is thrown back to square one on the guilt and infinite sadness path and also never forgives himself and spends one (1) supper staring at (a covered in hives) luke slurping at his stew and wondering if he should give the kid to yoda to raise because obviously kenobi is going to kill another skywalker he's rearing in single-momdom.

then that night he's putting luke to bed after giving him herbal remedy for the itching and luke says 'goodnight dad' and obi-wan nearly has a heart attack. he also cries a lot. the guilt gets worse, but he's also very warm inside. full of love.

but he does insist luke calls him ben and not dad because he has a dad and also obi-wan's once again courting attachment with a skywalker while being very hung up on the importance of no attachments.

[freyito]

Can you write HDC where Smoke, Kaui Liang and Bihan take care of their girlfriend who's sick? :)

of course! i'm gonna make this for a gender neutral reader tho, since i have a lot of female asks! this might be one of my favorite tropes

cw: fluff!!!, Bi-Han's just a little bit distant, proofread

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴ ᴋᴜᴇɪ ᴛʀɪᴏ + ᴀ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ

Tomas...

worries over you. He's by your side, 24/7, even if you insist he'll get sick too. He doesn't care, he wants to make sure your okay. Tomas is at your beck and call, making sure your comfortable. Feeling cold? He's got three blankets picked out for you, take one, take all. Want a warm bath? Already drawn, he's even got some florals, candles, and soaks picked out. Thirsty? He's got some green tea already brewed. Or, if you don't like tea, he has some orange juice, or water if you so choose. Tomas has some soup for you, too. Česnečka, a Czech garlic soup. Something he says will cure anything. He'll even sing you a Czech lullaby every night, if you ask nicely. Eventually, when you recover from your cold, and Tomas inevitably ends up falling ill, you'll be there to give him the same treatment.

Bi-Han...

doesn't quite know what to do. Yes, he's worried, but amongst being the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, and his cold demeanor, he believes he doesn't have much time to worry over you. It is only when Liu Kang- of all people- pushes him in the right direction. With his trust over the Lin Kuei in his brothers hand, he never leaves your bedside. Unless you ask, of course. Bi-Han is very soft with you, and really, all he wants to do is hold you. He knows he can't, but it's kind of hard to hold himself back! While he doesn't know what to do, he will do anything you ask of him, short of kissing you. Bi-Han, unlike Tomas, has some restraint, and he'd rather have you save your strength, and not have to worry about him after your sick. Ask, and ye shall receive. Down to the very specifics. As many blankets as you want, as many pillows as you want, the exact temperature of your bath, what herbs could make you feel better, how to carry you, etc. And, as much as Bi-Han wants you to rest, ultimately, he'll end up giving into those pretty eyes of yours, and go on a walk with you. It's okay, though, the fresh air will do you some good.

Kuai Liang...

dotes over you. He's afraid of you being sick, even if it is just a common cold. Somehow, seeing you weak and bedridden makes his stomach churn. He's worried sick. It's only when Bi-Han tells Kuai Liang to be with you that he fully devotes himself to your care. He is very physically present, he has to be touching you somewhere. Mainly, he keeps your pinkies linked, even in the slightest. The minute he was freed of his duties he had gotten you everything you could possibly need. He has so many teas chosen for you, and even more spicy foods. He wants to make sure you eat well, but Kuai Liang can't say no to you, so when you ask for a cookie, a slice of cake, something sweet that you maybe should avoid, he's still going to get it for you. He will always carry you to your bath, too. And wash your hair. As long as whatever he's doing helps you feel better in any way, he doesn't mind. And afterwards, he'll put new, clean sheets on your bed. Kuai Liang doesn't give himself much room to fail, much less to fail you. So, when you finally regain your strength, it is almost as if Kuai Liang is a new man, more focused and lethal than ever.

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[chaoticbardlady99]

hi hi! I was wondering if you could write some halsin x male reader headcanons about them cuddling or just some physical touch of the fluff kind pls! Have an amazing day/night! And thank you for being open to taking requests

(Brief mentions of NSFW content, but mostly fluff)

I hope I didn't disappoint you! I wasn't sure how to emphasize the male part so I added a little mention at the beginning. I tried my best to fluff it up!

 Fluffy (like GRIZZLY BEAR level fluffy) Halsin Headcanons with a male partner:

When Halsin propositioned you, you told him you have never been with another male (let alone another person) because you never met anyone you clicked with.

You tell him you worry you’ll disappoint him. Halsin scoffs at this idea- you? Disappoint him? Perish the thought. He tells you that he can go slow with you, letting you explore the relationship at your own pace, but encourages you not to discount how incredible you are.

Once you become comfortable in your relationship, Halsin can’t keep his hands off you (Astarion often yells at the two of you to get a room).

He is constantly wanting you near him, on top of him, holding his hand- whatever he can get. He aches for you when you are away and wonders what you are doing when you are gone.

Halsin finds it fascinating that you are originally from the city and not familiar with the outdoors. At first he was shocked and asked what you did to pass time in your boyhood. Your response? Surviving.

After your conversation, Halsin is determined to show you every beautiful thing you have missed out through the years because there was no one to protect you. You have him now, there is nothing to be afraid of.

While you are gone with your other companions (ya know, saving the world and shit), he explores the area around your camp- in search of natural phenomenons to introduce you to on your mutual days off.

Some locations he scouts out for…. Sexual purposes. Waterfalls, for example, are a great way to hide your moans of pleasure. Halsin loves to worship your body. He takes his time and he knows you are embarrassed about the volume of your moans, so he finds a way to make it less uncomfortable for you and just as fun.

Oh, you also always have an assortment of wildflowers outside of your tent when you come back from your adventures. He enjoys the blush on your cheeks and watching you enjoy the scents each flower has.

When you finally have free time, he allows you to sleep in. He brings you breakfast and sometimes he finds berries, fruits, or honey for you since you’ve never had them fresh before. He enjoys your reaction when the sweetness hits your tongue. He is so happy he gets to share his world with you and introduce you to new things.

During your hikes to Halsin’s mystery locations (a romantic never reveals their plans), he holds your hand or he carries you on his back if you had a particularly rough day the day before. He enjoys the way you feel against his back; how you hum happily into the nape of his neck and his hair.

If you point out a plant, animal, or rock- Halsin is ready to educate you about it and answer all of your questions.

Sometimes he takes you out to see the stars and he stays right next you, hand in your hand, because he knows you are afraid of the forest in the dark. You are used to city lights.

He holds your back against his chest while you sit in his lap looking up at the sky.

You are an average sized man, but compared to Halsin? You might as well be considered a halfling, but you don’t mind. He often rests his head on your shoulders or leaves soft kisses in the crook of your neck.

When he feels you tense from a noise in the forest, he provides you with reassurance- he will let no harm come to you, you don’t have to survive alone anymore.

Whenever he is on watch, you sleep outside next to him in your bedroll with your head next to his crossed legs. He enjoys stroking your hair and singing old druidic lullabies to you until your breathing is even and you are fast asleep.

His most favorite thing to do though? Kiss you. He loves softly kissing your lips- whether it be sexually or not. Your lips feel like velvet against his as he gently holds your face between his hands. 

When it’s all said and done, you and Halsin continue to explore nature. He takes you to other druid groves, you swim together in crystal clear lakes, and you sleep tangled together under the stars every night.

Oh and you just know Halsin has some next level kush that you smoke together, entangled while giggling, and coming up with your next fantastic adventure.

[slavicafire]

something ends, something begins.

reflection, rambling, and ritual for the winter solstice - and beyond. part one: longest night.

when winter looms heavy over us, the bears prepare to den. they've eaten well, they've not refused themselves anything, and thus they are ready to sleep: even though they don't hibernate fully, this sleep in their safe and secluded den is a passage nearly like death, a powerful mirror to the nature lulled to sleep by the cold. as they await the sweet coming of spring to awaken, you have the time to understand what that bear within you is - and lull it to sleep as well, so that you might focus on hope and renewal instead.

the bear is your wild force, the more primal part of your heart - it is your bitter survival, pain, it is your impulse, it is your anger, your fierce independence, dominance and hunger and rage. the heart that's fighting, grieving, persevering.

but it is so tired.

whatever the darkness and pain stirred within you - it is time for it to den. to rest. let it sleep and it will awaken in spring, in time for the grand celebrations of sacred equinox, reborn and ready to conquer in confidence. with kindness and patience, during the longest night, let the bear of your heart find its den and sleep.

take a ritual bath or shower: use something bitter and herbal to wash yourself, rinse your head with a solution of vinegar, let your body feel the cold of the water - if you can commit to it in a safe way, do it in the dark. don't dry yourself - let the air dry you as you stand there, bare, ready to embrace the darkness right before you partake in the triumph of the light. sing a lullaby: after you dress, still in the darkness or with a single candle lit, take all your bitterness, all your pain and anger, all your regret and failure and grief - and sing it a lullaby in its bed, and cover it until spring comes. and then, put the candle out. the lullaby is literal: choose one you like, one you feel moved by, perhaps it's one you loved as a child, or perhaps it's one you were afraid of or saddened by too much to like it. use the melody and the words, or add your own words to a melody that moves you. make it yours and meaningful. the bed is less literal: it means a significant, intimate space. it can be your actual bed, or it can be a crossroads, or a graveyard, or any other space that for you can be a symbol of passage, of sleep, of change. maybe the forest, maybe your old playground, maybe a place of memories. choose it wisely. cover it: prepare a piece of cloth that you will use to cover all these difficult feelings with. as you sing a lullaby to this harsh part of your heart, let it symbolically lie in this piece of cloth - then carefully fold it, as many times as you find meaning in. for some it is twice, or thrice, or four times - or as many times as physically possible for the material itself. find a den, and let it rest: hide it somewhere safe, to be recovered and unfolded only in spring, and not a second sooner! if you have an object that in your heart and mind represents this tumultuous period you want to put to rest, put it into the cloth as well. hide it. keep it safe.

in the spring, you will let it awaken: and remember, a bear is a sign of power, immense luck, and perseverance. it is a sign of good fortune - trust in your heart that good fortune awaits you, and with spring will come a full rebirth. a benevolent restart of the cycle that you are, inherently and intimately, an eternal part of.

don't close a chapter by slamming it shut or burning a bridge: put it to bed. lovingly - but stubbornly - command it to sleep.

[viisator]

Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Psychological thriller. Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

Not Proofread

(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

• • • • •

Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again.

_______

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

_____

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

_____

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what��Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

[kalimlover]

Should I finish this?

I needed a small challenge and I was bored so I wrote this in about 2 hours yesterday but idk if I should finish it pls give it a read

Sweet dreams.

A hot summer day in Lilias little cottage he and his new born son shared. it was a humble little house but it was theirs and theirs alone.

Lilia couldn't be happier than where he was right now with a sleeping baby in his arms.

"Lilia, I'm coming in" a deep but claiming voice had spoken out from behind the front door.

"Malleus!! It's been a while!" He smiled his gaze not leaving the small bundle in his arms.

Stepping into the cottage malleus had noticed a lot of his old baby toys and clothes scattered across the floor.  "Ah, that must be the newborn I've been hearing about." He said letting himself in, stepping closer to Lilia and the bundle in his arms.

After hearing the numerous rummers being passed around by the woodland fairy's about his old guardian adopting a child had left malleus curious so he decided to stop by himself for a visit.

"Try not to make a lot of noise malleus, I just managed to get him to sleep," he said looking up at malleus.

after taking a good look at the baby in Lilia's hands malleus  grimaced "Lilia, why didn't you tell me you've adopted a baby, and a human one no less." He said a saddened expression on his face.

"Oh malleus don't look at me like that, it isn't nothing personal I just haven't had enough time to tell you with the baby and all" the short man replied readjusting the baby in his arms to face malleus

"This is silver, cute isn't he?" Asked Lilia grinning ear to ear. Malleus couldn't believe it looking at the baby in disgust and disbelief that anyone could find that naked monkey looking creature 'cute'

"If this is thing is considered cute, then my parents are still alive." He joked earning him a small slap on the shoulder "Malleus! You shouldn't be saying such things about a baby!" Huffed Lilia "but ur right on time, I was just about to leave to the store to pick up some more baby supplies!!" Said Lilia practically shoving the baby onto malleus arms 

"huh!? Lilia you seriously can't expect me to care for this creature in ur absence, what if I break it?"  Although malleus wasn't all that happy about Lilia's newest addition to the family he didn't want to somehow hurt the infant in his arms because he knew it would make his guardian upset.

"Don't be dramatic" sighed Lilia " just gently pat him and sing him a lullaby, he'll immediately fall asleep even if he was crying. I'll be back soon enough now, so be careful while I'm gone" "WAIT LILIA! You can't just leave me alone here with this infant!" Protested malleus. Smiling the pink haired fae as he teleported away leaving the nocturnal fae and the human infant alone.

'Great' thought malleus staring down at the baby in his arms as it started to open its eyes, 'it's so ugly I almost feel sorry for it' he thought

"Well I guess I'm stuck with you beastie" he sighed staring right into the baby's weird colored eyes.

Malleus would be a liar if he said he wasn't jealous of the new addition. How could such an incompetent creature be able to catch Lilia's attention to easily while he couldn't? Looking at the way Lilia smiled and looked at the child of man made him feel bitter.

-

It's been about seventeen years since he first met the once young infant And it's been exactly a week since Lilia had announced his retirement.

Everyone had taken the news hard but the one who took the news the hardest was the silver haired boy crying in front of him.

Having obtained a soft spot for the boy over the few years they've spent together malleus didn't know what to say he was afraid of making things worse than they already were hearing the boy say such words of self hatred made him feel useless in such a situation of not being able to help.

"Lilia's raised a wonderful son,". Theirs no doubt Malleus meant what he said he truly did believe silver was an amazing son and person.

"Not one he can be proud of," the boy swallowed " I wanted to send him off with a smile and I couldn't even do that!" The silver haired boy cried shivering from the cold his eyes red from all the tears.

"Although Lilia had no obligation to raise you he still did," "what?" Questions silver " human lives are different from ours." He sighed "when I was younger, my grandmother used to tell me that the reason us dragon fae were blessed with such tremendous power was so that we would be able to keep our people happy" he grimaced "and yet I fail to ease the sorrows of two people I hold dearest to me."

He crossed his arms closing his eyes "you may see me as powerful but in reality, I am powerless." It was true, even tho malleus was considered one of the greatest mage's of his time there wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't just stop time and he can't change what was already happening.

"Please don't say that...!" He boy in front of him pleaded "you aren't power L-"

Beep beep beep beep

"I think your phones ringing malleus sama"

Silver Pointed out confused. "Do not worry it's just the toy I've obtained from Lilia" Malleus reached for The small toy he kept in his breast pocket.

"..."

Staring at the small toy in his hands malleus had noticed that his little Dragon character is gone, an egg left in its absence "hm.. drago has left an egg in his stead"

"I'm sorry..." "no, do not be"  he sighed reassuring the boy in front of him " I've been witness to his cycle of life and death, it's nothing to be saddened about."

[alittlekitscave]

Caregiver!Slenderman headcanons

(NOTE: I used this greyscaled suit gif instead of one actually showing slendy, cause they're either too flashy or memey! these hcs are also based off my own interpretation of Slenderman, so keep that in mind)

Slendy is a very silent, non-expressive man(?), so being able to read him is basically impossible.. if you were actually scared of him, that is!

It's fun to sing or sway to the classic Slenderman's Lullaby with him, as you find it funny (and maybe he does, too?) that people view him as such a deadly thing.

Whenever he walks through the forest with you, he makes sure to hold your hand the whole time so he doesn't lose you. Alternatively, he'll guide you alongside him with an extended tentacle.

You've probably stolen his suit and tie once or twice. They're much too big for you, but he doesn't mind. He actually seems to find it pretty humorous! You show it off and he does a little applause as if you're your own fashion show diva.

If you're more of a quiet or reserved kid, he doesn't mind. He actually likes it just as much. Fellow nonverbal!

He'll quietly sit by you or playfully have you in his lap if you're watching television. If you talk to him the whole time, he silently listens, nodding every now and then to show he understands and hears you. If you're equally quiet, he enjoys the mutual silence just as much.

He'll play toys with you the best he can, but he's not the best improvisor. He's moreso just going along with whatever you tell him to do.

If you like to color, he'll always find a way to provide you with new books, pages (ha), crayons, pencils, etc! How is he getting all of this? (He's stealing them.)

Will gladly give you uppies if you so desire, especially in the forest. He much prefers you being on his shoulders or up in his arms than you being on the ground. Much less worrisome! You won't get lost!

He can even bring other kids over for you to play with! How fun! Or if you prefer not to hang out with other kids, don't worry, you've always got your own little makeshift room to stay in, at.. wherever he lives.

If you're being fussy or throwing a fit, he'll probably gently pick you up with one of his tentacles and hold you in air jail until you calm down, or gently settle you into a little timeout corner or room.

Can you IMAGINE the hugs this skinny fella gives, with all those tentacles combined? Insane. Cuddles of a lifetime.

If you ever see a bug, don't worry, he's got you! He might pretend to equally be scared of it in his own way, though, to make you feel a bit better about your fears. If you like the bug, he'll gladly stare and inspect it with you, until you may eventually want it back into the wilderness. The forest always has it's fair share of critters, after all!

You never see him in the daytime. Or in any bright light, really. It's always at night or in dark places. Sorry if you're afraid of the dark, little one! But don't worry, he's right here to protect you!!

Probably drops off little gifts out of the corner of your eye, whether in his care or at your own home. He likes to surprise you!

Probably gives you more takeout/to-go meals than the average kid needs.. does a guy like him really need to cook when he can just steal- I mean, legally borrow food?

Whether you're an excitable little fella or a quiet one, he loves you either way, and will always find the right times to hang out!

[devildomsoup]

saw ur karaoke hcs post and i was wondering how the brothers (and side characters) would react to a singer MC

(P.S. ur writing is rlly cute <3)

Singer MC Headcanons

Lucifer

Doesn't change his attitude towards MC, but he is impressed by their singing abilities.

Depending on his mood, he might be willing to play piano as they sing.

He likes to listen to MC sing when he is stressed.

He gets this sort of dreamy look when MC sings.

Mammon

At first he saw it as a way to get some Grimm but with time that tought disappeared.

Mammon isn't against MC singing in front of others, but there is something special about being the only one hearing MC sing.

Might ask them to sing for him if his day is especially rough.

Would love to sing a love song with them but is too embarrassed to ask.

Leviathan

Be prepared to sing a million anime openings.

Once Leviathan has warmed up to MC he will invite them to have small karaoke evenings. Just the two of them.

Will ask if they MC have considered doing voice acting.

Turns out listening to MC humming is a great way to deal with his anxiety.

Satan

Very curious about it. What genre does MC sing? Is there a certain technique they use? Ect.

Will ask MC to sing Nyan cat's song at least one or two times.

Gently singing can some times help with soothing his wrath.

Will research what type of singing cats like. Be warned you might become Satan's personal cat magnet.

Asmodeus

This is perfect. Asmodeus loves singing. MC loves singing too? It can't get any better.

Will ask you to sing with him for a small video for his Devilgram.

Mammon might be too embarrassed to ask, but Asmodeus will definitely ask MC to ding love songs together.

Singing together while doing skincare is now everyday business.

Beelzebub

MC singing while cooking, and Beel will be floored.

He likes to rest his head on MC's lap when they sing.

When the memories of The Celestial War become too much, he will ask MC to sing for him.

If he knows the song MC is singing, he will hum along.

Belphegor

Time to sing lullabies.

He likes to rest his head on MC's shoulder and fall asleep as they sing.

Will ask if he can record MC singing so he can listen to it when he is sleepy.

If he is feeling unwell, he will ask MC to sit at his bed and sing for him.

Solomon

MC can sing? Great! Solomon has a spell that you have to sing maybe MC will sing it?

He gets the songs MC sings stuck in his head.

Sometimes, he just appears in HoL so he can hear MC sing.

Sing tor him and he will to cook. Sing MC, save lives.

Simeon

Might try to write songs for MC.

Asks MC to sing for him when he had writers block. It gives him inspiration.

If he is sick he will call MC and ask them to sing for him. He wants to hear them sing but he doesn't want MC to become sick too.

Sings lullabies with MC yo help Lyje sleep on stormy nights.

Luke

Baking time is now also karaoke time.

When he is afraid, resting against MC's chest and listening to them sing helps calm him down

Will ask MC if they know any songs about angels.

Sometimes, he will make a little show for MC, where he sings some of the songs they have been singing together. He has been practising.

Diavolo

Another excuse to visit HoL when he should be working.

Might ask MC to sing at events balls, galas, etc.

Please sing a lullaby for him. He will be so happy.

Tries to learn MC's favourite songs

Barbatos

MC's singing helps him stress less.

MC can get Barbatos to take a break by offering to sing for him.

If you are lucky you might catch him singing along.

You can hear Barbatos hum the songs MC sing as he cleans the castle.

[railroad-migraine]

hello lovely! you’re my favorite bells hells writer, you just hit the nail on the head with every post and i’m so excited everytime i get the notif that you posted

if your requests are still open and you have the time/want to, could you do a bells hells x reader with the prompt “please just hold me?”, like maybe reader had a nightmare or something and asks the party to hold them? please and thank you !!!!

Hello darling! Your words made me all warm and fuzzy, I'm honoured to be a favourite something hehehe. I did a similar post here for when the reader is afraid of the dark, if you're interested :)

~ Poet

"Please Just... Hold Me?"

-> S/O has a nightmare

Ashton 💙

Fuck- Shit- I mean, sure. Sure. C'mere. I'll keep you close.

Even though you're the one seeking comfort, Ashton initially freaks out a little bit themselves. They're not used to the vulnerability that comes with bad dreams, especially when it's being shared with someone he cares about.

Before you give him the go-ahead, his hands are hovering in mid air, clueless on whether or not it's okay to touch you.

They're not the best at words in situations like this, so they let their body do the talking for them. Toned arms pull you into their lap, one hand gently running up and down your back as you calm down.

His crystalised skull glints and catches the miniscule light in your shared room. A little rainbow makes a wobbly appearance on the headboard. Their body is strong and grounding beneath you.

-

Chetney 💙

Give me time and I'll figure out a way to punch nightmares. It's not impossible if it's for you. I'd do anything for you.

He's got his mind set on that end goal, and Chet doesn't give up easily. But it can wait for another day. A day where you're not trembling beside him.

Because of how smol he is, it's less him holding you and more him being scooped up into your lap with his arms around your neck. Your nose is pressed into his shoulder as he mutters soft words into your ear.

He makes teary attempts at making you laugh, something to distract you both from the water pooling in the corners of your eyes.

He keeps an eye on you in the morning, a subtle way of checking in. He doesn't bring it up in conversation - the man respects your privacy too much.

-

Dorian 💙

Do you even need to ask? Of course I'll hold you. You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. They can't touch you now.

He feels a little helpless in the moment, his very being flooded with cautious alarm when you reach out for him blindly in the dark. He's not the strongest, nor the bravest, but he'll be your rock and help you through this as best he can.

Pretty words are what he lives on though, and he knows just what to say to make everything feel a little bit better. Sweet nothings and intimate musings drip from the lips that rest on the crown of your head.

His fingers sweep in soothing circles across your skin, and you cling to his silk shirt and silky hair as he guides your fluttering heartbeat to steady to a more restful rhythm.

Sings you lullabies of crisp apples in spring and warm sunshine that kisses the face of a dear lover. Those nightmares are easily kept at bay while you lay beside him.

-

Fearne 💙

Oh dear. It's just not fair, is it? Don't worry, baby, I got you. Ol' Fearnie's here now.

She's so naturally tender with you. In the daytime, Fearne teases relentlessly, pokes and prods and says sweet flirty things that make you want to curl up into a tight little ball and burn from embarrassment.

But here, she smooths back sweat soaked wispy hairs away from your forehead, presses her lips to your forehead and hushes your unnecessary apologies.

A light floral scent envelopes your entire being like a blanket while she encases you in her arms, her downy fur there feather soft and cosy.

Little Mister lifts his head from the foot of the bed and scampers up to hold your free hand, coos quiet. The other stays placed on top of Fearne's sleep dress, right over her heart. The heart that beats for you.

-

Imogen 💙

I know what it's like, love. Trust me, I do. I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need, big or small, it's yours.

Of all the party members, you know that Imogen is the most familiar with nightmares. You've spent many sleepless nights sitting with her, smoothing back her hair and holding a cup of water to her lips as she calms down from vivid visions with vague meanings.

The storm can be so vast and crimson at times, unbearable even. It terrifies her, makes her anxious when it's bedtime. Even if she tries to hide it, you can tell.

But when you're distressed and whimpering under the covers beside her, she pushes those thoughts away and tries to be a bit braver. Braver for you. It's the least she can offer.

She cradles you into her side like you're some glass object that could shatter, her words and thoughts soothing you until sleep or daylight finds you both.

-

Laudna 💙

Those bad dreams have some nerve poking around in your head. They wouldn't dare if they knew what I could do. Lay back, precious thing.

Like Chetney, Laudna makes the nightmares out to be a personal enemy. They're cruel and unworthy of someone so good such as yourself. Just out of reach so that she can't protect you from them.

If she could, she would show them how scary-scary she can actually truly be.

But until she has the power to physically strangle the embodiment of your bad dreams, she fluffs your pillow and helps you lean back onto the mattress. She's humming something quietly, a lullaby of some sort, her fingers gingerly stroking your face once she's cuddled into you.

She asks if you want to talk about what you dreamt, and respects however you answer. Works you through what you remember and curls her fingers around your own as you speak.

-

Orym 💙

Hey, hey. Look at me. Hey. Hi. It's me. You're alright, okay? I'm right here. We're alright. Just focus on me.

He lights a candle quicky, and you now are able to see the concern on his face that the shadows previously hid from you. There's a sadness in his eyes, but it's overpowered by the protectiveness in his actions.

He perches at your side, cupping your face while his thumbs gently wipe away crusty sleep from your eyes, soft smile brighter than the flame on the nightstand.

A sprig of lavender grows effortlessly from his palm and he tucks it in between your pillows to help you sleep better when you feel ready to.

Orym has had his fair share of nightmares, and helps you through it like he approaches everything - with practiced carefulness and kindness that is so good in nature that the bad dreams dare not linger.

[bigupsdog]

Intro dialog for every Guilty Gear character day 2: Elphelt

Sol: A Rockstar now eh, ya like Queen?

El: Whoa, that's super retro, you really know your stuff, wait how old are you again?

Ky: Just so you know, no one back at Illyria castle saw you as any kind of burden.

El: I know, but I needed leave, I have to spread my voice.

May: Hay Elphelt, how are your sisters?

El: They're doing great, how are yours, it's alright if this takes a while.

Axl: You ever lose a person ya love?

El: Kind of, he was also a metal singer, but i'm still not really sure if I loved him or if I was told to love him.

Chipp: A rock star? Well I'm a ninja star.

El: The two of us will shine so bright we'll ignite the sky.

Potemkin: I always wanted to learn music, but I would break any instrument I'd get my hands on.

El: Oh no buddy, I'm sure we can make an instrument tough enough to handle your metal.

Faust: Diagnosis… butterflies… in… stomach.

El: Gross, get them out!

Milia: Not all love stories end in happily ever after I'm afraid.

El: Don't worry Millia you'll find the perfect someone someday.

Zato: Love? Is that what I feel when I'm around, her?

El: By her, do you mean, me!?!

Ram: Speothos Venaticus, hmm maybe we should get you a dog of your own.

El: Yes! Yes! Yes! Then your dog and my dog could be boyfriend and girlfriends, eek!

Leo: The castle has definitely been a lot less noisy since you left.

El: You can't scream your heart out in a place like that without someone else screaming at you to quiet down.

Nago: If you hand me that marriage certificate one more time I'll cut it to shreds.

El: Luckily I have hundreds more, so stop playing hard to get.

Gio: Speothos Venaticus? Met a couple of those where I'm from.

El: YOU DID! Tell me all about them and how they're the cutest, best thing in the world!

Anji: I wouldn't exactly say your music is good to dance too.

El: Oh you have to do a specific kind of dance, I think it's called the mosh.

I-No: Music, I prefer to call whatever you're doing, shit.

El: Well you're not very radio friendly.

Goldlewis: Never been much of a fan of metal, ya like county?

El: Nope :) But that's ok we all can like the music we like.

Jack-O: Just took Soooool on a really sappy daaaate.

El: Well don't hold out on me, let me hear all the juicy details.

HC: I've never heard anything like your music before, gotta say I'm a fan.

El: REALLY! If you sign here you can join my fanclub, it currently only has 4 members so seats are open!

Baiken: You're too loud I can barely hear myself think.

El: Oh sorry I'll try to play my new song “The Demons Deadly Wedding from Hell” a little quieter.

Testament: You were almost pupited to kill those you love… I'm happy you managed to avoid that fate.

El: Kliff… I know he loved you more than anything, even after you became a gear.

Bridget: I've heard about a secret energy called “Girl Power” can you teach me how to harness it?

El: My first decipl! I'll teach you everything I know!

Sin: So you decided to leave the castle and march to the beat of your own drum, I can respect that.

El: I'm marching alright and nothing's gonna slow me down, unless I trip.

Delilah: Would you mind quieting down? I'm trying to sleep.

El: I could sing you a death metal lullaby if you want.

Asuka R#: Just to warn you I am an artificial lifeform, but I am nothing like the Universal Will.

El: Just don't force people to do stuff they don't want to do and I guess you're fine.

Asuka R Kreutz: Any advice on being more entertaining for my podcast.

El: It's your lucky day cause you're talking to a girl who's listener count has doubled to 18, we'll get you your fans in no time.

Johnny: Love songs eh, ya got one for me?

El: Of course, and soon I'll have a song for every person on this planet.

ABA: Maybe one day you'll have half my charm and you can get a man half as good as Paracelsus.

El: Ahh thanks ABA, that's really sweet :)

[finalgirlkateausten]

“Nope, sorry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” + Abnormal!Ashley?

So while this is set in the Abnormal!Ashley AU, she just gets to be nice and blissfully unconscious for this one. I have no excuse other than it’s 7am and I’m about to start a 12hr shift and I want to write Magnus family feels. This also happens to be my first time writing John POV!! Yes he is a little less evil vibes and a little more simping for Helen but hey I can write what I want

John goes to the trouble of walking down to the isolation room just for the luxury of being able to stand outside the door and watch for a while. No matter how smoothly he teleports, Helen always picks up on his presence right away. Like this, he has a moment just to observe.

Ashley is tossing and turning, still trapped in nightmares he knows all too well, a sheen of sweat covering her skin. Helen is at her side, stroking her hair, and—

John inches closer, opening the door just enough to hear her singing a rhythmic lullaby.

Her eyes are shining with tears as she sings. She looks exhausted. John wants nothing more than to cocoon her in his arms and bury his face in her hair, but he really doesn’t think she would let him.

It surprises him that she doesn’t look up, doesn’t even seem to notice him at all. Eventually he speaks, wanting to close the distance but not wanting to startle her. “Helen?”

She jerks up at the sound of his voice, but at least she doesn’t try to hide from him, doesn’t bother wiping away the tear tracks on her cheeks. “John,” she gasps. She presses a hand to her chest and shakes her head. “You startled me. She’s still asleep.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m here to check on you.”

She looks down. “I’m fine.”

He frowns. “Helen.”

“What do you want me to say?” She snaps. “John, I’m… terrified. I never wanted her to be like me.”

John reaches for her; he can’t help it. “But she is, darling… isn’t that at least the slightest bit wonderful?”

“Wonderful!?” Instantly, Helen is on her feet, dislodging his hand from her shoulder. “How do you not remember how bad it was? When you would disappear at all hours and we never knew where you ended up? When we all had to be afraid of Nikola lashing out at the slightest provocation?” She shakes her head, her eyes flashing. “She doesn’t need this. She’s only just come around to her father being the world’s first serial killer.”

John holds up a hand in protest. “I don’t know about that. First famous serial killer, maybe.”

“Why don’t you get it?” Helen demands, a note of desperation in her voice. “Why don’t you understand how insane you make me, still? After everything you’ve done—“

“Let’s not,” he interrupts, stopping her with a feather-light touch to her sternum, just enough to shock her into silence. “No need to recount all of my misdeeds tonight, Helen, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. Believe it or not, I haven’t come here to crow—“ she takes his hand in hers, removing it from her chest, but doesn’t let go. “Or to wreak havoc…” he tilts his head, holding her brilliant blue gaze. “I came here to help. Because I want to be with my family.” He smiles, and he knows it comes across a little sad. “I may have missed teaching her to ride a bicycle, but I’ll just show her how to teleport instead.”

“You are an infuriating man,” Helen sighs.

“You loved me for it, once,” he suggests.

She returns to her chair by the hospital cot, but she doesn’t let go of his hand. John notices that it’s an old, plush rocking chair— her hairy assistant must’ve brought it down. John stands next to her, his hand on her shoulder. Helen twines her fingers with his and sighs sadly, looking down at Ashley.

“I do love you, I think,” she says, and the thought makes him sick. He wants to love her properly— she deserves better than wishing he were someone he isn’t. “But I know that’s rather selfish of me.” She sighs. “Right now… with what Ashley’s going through…”

“I don’t need you to make allowances for me,” John murmurs. “If you need me, I’m here. No strings attached… especially when it comes to our daughter.”

“I suppose I’ll have you as long as you stay,” Helen sighs. “I know you never stay put for long.”

As much as John wants to protest, he knows she’s right. He can’t stay here, not yet. He doesn’t deserve a place like this. He grips Helen’s hand tighter. He doesn’t deserve her.

In her sleep, Ashley sighs and groans. Her heartbeat on the monitor is far too fast. Helen strokes her hair.

This is all going to fall apart eventually, but for now, this is where he wants to be.

[herald-divine-hell]

I can't think of a specific question right now but I'd love to know more about your Inquisitor x Leliana headcanons. For any or all of your Inquisitors.

Aw. Thank you for the asks!

I have two Inquisitors whom I primarily ship with Leliana.

The oldest, and perhaps dearest to me in my heart, is Alexandra Trevelyan, but there is also Amayian Trevelyan, too.

Alexandra Trevelyan and Leliana

Alexandra was intrigued by Leliana when she first saw her, and it grew even more when Leliana called for seeking aid from the rebel mages than the Templars, which she assumed some of the Chantry like Leliana would have been more supported of.

Alexandra helps Leliana rekindle her love for stories. It is less that Alexandra pesters her to tell stories, but in this case it is Leliana who is hearing stories - the ones born when Alexandra explored the Fade during her time in the Circle, and Free Marcher and Orlesian tales she heard from her mother and father.

Although Alexandra is constantly seen by her fans (primarily my friends, lol) as being suave and seductive, when it came to getting Leliana to fall in love, it was less seductive (though it did play a role), and more earnestly on Alexandra's part. The poor mage is incredibly stubborn, and although she does not know Leliana like Josephine, she sees kindness in her, glimpsed between the cracks Leliana provides every once and a while. It makes her all the more interested in Leliana.

Leliana herself found Alexandra amusing, a pleasant past-time. Alexandra's wit endeared her, and both are increadibly work-oriented, so Alexandra often worked with her in the Rookery, aiding each other in the others report, and Leliana giving her advice as a good advisor is meant to do. It started expand from there.

For Amayian Trevelyan and Leliana

Leliana and Amayian actually met in Origins. During his time at the Circle, Amayian had a prophetic dream (born from his reincarnated soul of Andraste) that urged him to go south, to find a flaming rose upon a mountain of ash. This lead him to escape Ostwick to Ferelden, around the time the Battle of Ostagar occured, and when Loghain closed off the kingdom. Without much to go off on, in a foriegn land, Amayian sort of migrated, trying to head to the mountains. One night, he was found by the Warden and the co. and taken in.

Leliana fretted over him constantly in Origins. Amayian was just a boy, just shy of nineteen, who seemed to take everything too seriously and who had an emptiness in his eyes that endeared her to him.

Because of this, Leliana and the Warden nearly always sat by him. He almost became the Origins' crew little brother, though Amayian himself was uncomfortable with the situation and really didn't know how to react to it all.

One night, when Leliana was singing, Amayian heard an Orlesian lullaby being strummed by her lyre, and sang the song quietly to himself, because it was a similar song his mother sang to him when he was a babe.

This, of course, excited Leliana. She was finally getting something out of the mule-head. Gently and softly, she would push him to sing, and Leliana allowed him to toy with his lyre, teaching him how to play it.

Of course, Amayian fell. And he fell hard. And he didn't know what falling meant. He did not understand why his throat clamped shut and his heart raced. At one point, he went to Wynne, saying that he thinks he's having a heartattck.

Wynne found it absolutely amusing and tried to reassure him that these things were natural.

That only made him more stubborn. No it wasn't. He never had such a feeling before. He never once looked at a person and felt sweat gather on his forehead, touch the back of his neck. He didn't know why his eyes lingered when she smiled and why he liked hearing her laughter. He was afraid something was wrong with him.

Especially since the Warden and Leliana was in love.

Amayian also has a great fear of healing magic. His own failure to aid in his mother's bleeding when she was dying from blood-loss made him fear his healing powers. This became a point of contention because at one point Amayian did heal Leliana...but when the Warden was bleeding after the battle, Amayian froze up, and he fled.

This caused Leliana to be confused and angry with him. The confusion soon gave away and anger swiftly took over as the years gone by and her failures to find him, or the others to find him.

Fast-forward a decade later in Inquisition, and Leliana is both relieved and angry that this young boy is alive.

And who told him he could get so tall, anyway?

And she wants to be angry at him. But there is that boy she knows still there, even if he has gotten colder, his eyes harder.

She was willing to burn down a village. But how could she let this Amayian do that? This boy who was one of the first to draw his staff to defend her from Marjolaine's assassins, who took a dragonlings' claw to his back to save her.

Let her be burned, Maker, but leave the poor boy be.

And their relationship kinda expands from there. Both wanting to heal the other, but thinking themselves unworthy of healing.

[pampasdookie]

How the seven deadly sins + Elizabeth and hawk would take care of a baby🧷🧸🍼 (part.4)

A baby babysits another baby

King

"S-sure,i will take care of him/her for you"

King seems the type that thinks babies are cute(as a King of the fairies,he probably had to bless fairies babies or something)but he is too nervous to hold one for too long. King also doesn't know what to do if a baby cry,probably hand it over to the parents or for one of the sins asking for help. He would be too careful,at everything,but also very docile.

He would hold the baby very thighyl,because he's afraid to let him/her fall off his harms. King would not let the baby touch on things that he might think it's dangerous,like a bottle of beer,some furniture with sharp corner,he would probably build or improvise a playpen with some toys he would pick from the baby bag or himself sewed.

Meliodas:King,calm down,you're squeezing him/her like that!

Merlin:Captain is right,King,he/she will not fall off your arms!

King:I'm afraid,he/she is so tiny,and cute and fragile,I don't wanna to risk!

Feeding time,he would play little airplane(or little dragon,because it's the middle age),and hold a napkin close to the baby's mouth. King hopes that the baby don't make a big mess,as he also hold the plate far from the baby chair,so the little one don't reach it.

King would change a diaper using his chastiefol pillow like a change table(with a blanket to lay the baby down)He's is also very carefully so the baby don't touch the dirty diaper. He feel a little disgusted,but less than Meliodas and Ban. While cleaning the baby,he talks to him/her like they are listening,things like "am I doing this right?","i think we need more wipes",i think I dropped to much powder",things like that. He also make sure to clean the baby's feet and apply skin moisturizer if necessary.

He uses his chastiefol for many things,so for playtime isn't different,he turn it until a bear and carry him/her on it. He would try peek-a-boo with the baby(then he transforms on his human form on the peek-a-boo,and scares the baby unintentionally). Without needing the chastiefol,he would hug the baby the baby tight and fly above the grass,and pretend to be a dragon,while Diane run with them pretending to be a dragon too. King makes some toys and also clothes to him/her. If the baby was a boy,he would make a little sailor costume,if was a girl,he would make a adorable dress.

Sleepytime,King also will be tired,put he try to put the baby to sleep. He would feed her a bottle and talk with her some silly things,like his love for Diane or something about how is the Fairy Kingdom. So he lay down with the baby on his lap in the chastiefol and sing a lullaby or tell him/her some bedtime stories from his folklore. He probably fall sleep with the baby. Diane and Elizabeth think that it's so cute,and Meliodas is just proudly about how well done King made it into babysitting.

Bonus:

King was just trying to bond with the baby,who was just staring at him,and he has no idea what to talk about. Then Diane arrives after hiking with Merlin,and takes a look on king and the baby.

Diane:Hi King! Hi (baby name)! What are you guys doing?

King:H-hi Diane! I'm trying to communicate with him/her,but I don't know what to talk about.

Meliodas:Talking is not the only way to bonding with a baby,King.

Both the sins are thinking about what to do while the sin of wrath was checking some booze from the balcony. Then a little grasshopper jumped into the window,what made Diane scream.

King:Oh no,Diane!!!!!

Meliodas:Hum....hey little one,have you ever seen a grasshopper?

King:It's not time from that,Captain!

Diane:I think I'm better....don't worry,guys.

Meliodas:Here King,hold it close to her!

King:Are you sure?

Meliodas:This makes her have contact with the nature.

Meliodas handed over the grasshopper onto king who put it in the baby's hand,holding her tight but gentle

King:Look (baby name),a grasshopper. Isn't pretty?

Baby:Aaaaaa....

Diane:Aww,i think she likes it!

Meliodas was proudly from his idea,while the baby was staring the insect in her hand.But,then,he/she tried to put it on her mouth. The three sins screamed a big "NOO!",what called attention to the other sins + Elizabeth and Hawk,who are doing other things. Luckily,King was fast enough to take the grasshopper from the baby's hand.

Elizabeth:Oh dear,what happened!?

Meliodas:The baby tried to eat a grasshopper.

Elizabeth:Oh,i see.

Happily,the baby was just fine,but wondering where her little "snack" went.Everyone there was relieved,but they decided to not tell him/her parents about that.

Oh my goodness,I love King,he's so adorable,anyways,on a scale of 1 to 10,how much would King babysat well?

Write in the comments.

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C76: Talk of Love and Peace

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You walk through the metal corridor of Ship Three, Home. The halls are as empty as always as you make your way through them alone. You are reminded of your own ship from long ago, the layout being exactly the same. This hallway leads into the common area. Up ahead, there are doors that open up to the larger hall, where the crew could take their time to recover from the stress of their work. There are soft couches and nooks for reading. There's a table for games and even a bar. But your ears hear something more interesting. In the midst of everything else, there is a piano. It is beautiful and intricate, made out of wood from Earth. The nanorobots built into it make sure it always stays in tune; the sound is rich and pure.

The music draws you in like a spell until you get close enough for the doors to open and reveal the familiar figure sitting by the instrument and producing such wonderful melodies. It sounds vaguely familiar, like a song you used to sing a very long time ago.

"I didn't know you played the piano," you say softly as you walk closer to the blonde man.

"Come, sit." He doesn't look over to you, but you hear a softness in his voice. The music never stops for a moment as his fingers keep gliding over the keys. He scoots over to make room on the bench for you. The melody transforms into something new as you make yourself comfortable to his left. A vague smile graces his lips as his eyes are nailed to the piano.

Music fills the room and your head. His hands are so graceful as they dance on the black-and-white keyboard. They produce beautiful chords and strings of notes. Your heart feels so light as your gaze moves onto the man's face. His sharp nose is so clear from this angle; you look at his eyes and the birthmark on his cheek. You lean into his side, your head rests on his shoulder, and the melody changes again into something calmer where his left arm would have to move around less so as not to disturb you. He looks down at you with a soft expression.

"What is this music? It sounds so familiar. Like I've heard it before," your voice stays quiet, barely audible over the notes.

"These are songs from Sagittarius 7J23, your home. There are records of its culture on the ship's computers, and you remember them too. Lullabies sung to children, songs for working, for spending time together." His voice is so calm and soothing, a melody of its own.

"I remember very little, but... thank you." You reach up to place a kiss on his cheek. "This means a lot to me. The sentiment alone is so sweet, my love."

He looks over to you again, and you place a kiss on his lips. The music doesn't stop as he closes his eyes, only to open them again with a kind look in them.

"When all is done and peace reigns over this world, I will play for you every day, so you would sit by my side just like this. I will compose for you, create new songs, and new music for this world. For our world," his look is insistent and sure of every word he says.

"I look forward to it." Your head rests back on his shoulder to look at his hands. "When all this is over, I'll sit here by your side every day and listen to you play. In our own little world."

"Just keep looking at me like that and don't be afraid. That's all I ask of you."

"I'll never be afraid of you." A slight chuckle escapes you, and you gently touch his arm with your fingers. You notice bright blue lines flaring up on the back of your hand; they twist around like vines as they climb up your forearm, and smaller, dimmer lines creep onto your fingers. You're surprised by the sight. "What's this?"

"You make a beautiful Plant."

You're surrounded by desert, the relentless suns shining down, with nowhere to hide, no rock formations casting shadows, no wrecks, no houses. Just the hostile heat tiring out your toma even while they are resting. But that's not where your focus is. You stand toe to toe with the man before you. The slightly awkward and strange figure whose true feelings are still a mystery, yet you're ready to pour out your heart.

Your hand finds his, intertwining your fingers and lifting his arm up to the side. Your other hand is still hanging by your hip.

"You want to know how you make me feel?" Your eyes turn to your hands, and you slip your fingers out, tracing slowly along the lines on his forearm. "It's like a force of nature in my veins when your skin touches mine. Something stirs in me—I don't have a name for it—like it could shake the ground and push moons. I always want to reach out and find the comfort in you, your skin, your flesh, and your bones."

Your hand rests on his chest while his still reached out arm slowly lowers again. His eyes are nailed on you. You repeat everything again with his other arm. You lift it up and let your fingers trace along it, up to his shoulder, and also onto his chest.

"It's like you are a missing puzzle piece I've been looking for, that I've crossed the universe for. It feels like a god's plan to cross our paths, to be blessed enough to walk on the same ground under the same stars at the same time. You drive me crazy, body and soul, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't understand it all myself; I feel like you understand me better than I do, like you can see into my head."

He stands still and lets you manipulate his body as you wish. Your hands trace up his chest onto his neck, your eyes looking into his.

"There is something about you. Like I'm not fully in control of myself. I can't restrain my body from being with you. It's like you're calling out to me, and I to you. It's something so deep down; I feel it in my core; I feel it tingling my skin; I feel the butterflies trying to burst out of me."

His hands, which had been moving down, grab your face somewhat roughly, framing it with his long fingers.

"It feels like fire where you touch me," you continue. "I, who barely feel hot and cold, feel your touch burning, and I don't want it to stop. You can swallow me whole into the depths of your eyes and your soul; if it scorches me, I do not care. You make me feel alive."

Your fingers are digging into the sides of his face, his temples; his expression is clearly forced to stay calm; underneath, there's a storm raging. You want to pull him closer, wrap yourself around him, and not let go. You want to feel his fire burn, his chest heaving against yours, but instead you hold back, restraining your stiff body from colliding into his. Your eyes are on his, so you don't miss the hint of wildness in them.

His hands holding onto your face are stiff; your hands travel to his elbows to gently touch them as you still watch his expression. His light blue eyes show a mix of emotions. His eyebrows switch from furrowing to relaxing. It is a strange sight; you can't truly pinpoint a singular emotion; it goes from anger to confusion to tenderness. It repeats over and over. It feels like an eternity, looking up at the confused man, and you're afraid of his answer. Your confession might have been too much, too fast. He has stayed by your side for so long, yet he might not feel even close to the same feelings you do.

The thought can cross your mind when suddenly his lips crash into yours. He is anything but gentle with you; his hands squeeze your head, and his hungry lips steal your breath away. Your fingers dig into the muscles on his arms. You kiss him back the best you can, but your jaw is restricted by his grasp, and everything about this is simply swiping you away into a whirlwind. You're glad he seems to be feeling similarly to you, but you didn't expect an outburst like this.

One of the hands releases your face to move over your ribs and waist to your lower back, putting pressure on it so you're pulled tightly against his body. The hand remaining on your face moves to your hair, and he grabs it tight, pulling his face away to look at you, his chest heaving and his face filled with mixed emotions.

"I understand now." His voice is calm and smooth. "I understand the appeal."

"What?" You're confused by the comment, but before you get to ponder for too long and without giving you an answer, he kisses you again. You can't resist him. Your arms move to be around his neck, to pull him closer, but the hand that had grabbed your hair suddenly moves again. His fingers wrap themselves around one of your wrists and push it back. As his other arm roughly pulls you even tighter, your arm is twisted backwards.

"Ow!" you try to signal your discomfort, but the kiss and heavy breathing muffle the sound. The force put on your joints and bones increases to the point where you think something might snap. Your free hand entangles into his hair and rips his head back.

"You're hurting me!" you say with a raised voice, fear seeping into it. His face twists with what can only be anger and annoyance as you try to push away from him. His other hand goes to take yours from his hair, gripping it so tightly that you think he might crush the bones in your wrist. "Stop it! What has gotten into you?!"

The hands release you, but his arms wrap around you; they hold on to you tightly, pinning your elbows to your sides, and you struggle to push free.

"Why do you struggle? You said you loved me, that you would let me swallow you whole." His face is so close to yours, and his voice is forced to be calm. "You're mine."

"I'm not a possession!" You keep struggling and turning your face away from him.

"But I want you." You feel his teeth dragging along your neck. "I want all your love for myself."

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[jojosbizareadventureoc]

PILLARWOMAN/ HUMAN OC

❝Dont judge a book by its cover or a person by there actions alone. It can prove a fatal mistake.❞

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G e n e r a l I n f o r m a t i o n

Full Name

☾ Emily Rose

Namesake / Meaning

☾ Grandmother's name and mother's favorite flower

Alias / Nicknames

[c]☾ Desert flower

Hamon dancer

Age

☾ 100,000 years (Appears in her late 20s early 30s)

Mental Age

☾ 100,000 years with childlike humor

Species

☾ Half human hamon user half pillarwoman

Gender

☾ Female

Pronouns

☾ she her miss maam

Sexuality

☾ straight

Blood Type

☾ unknown

Birthday

☾ 100,000 years ago around april

Birthplace

☾ An unknown tribe of pillarmen close to American mountains

Nationality

☾ Early Pre American pillarman and early native american hamon monk

(I dont really know. Her tribe was from somewhere closer to north america)

Zodiac Sign

☾ aries

Occupation

☾ Hamon student first then hamon instructor training in hamon healing and defensive fighting. After her village was destroyed she traveled the world doing so many different jobs she has forgotten most if them. Today she travels the world looking for more information about her heritage and healing others as she goes.

Affiliation

☾ (depends on the role-play plot)

Goal

☾ to learn more about her mothers heritage. Possibly find more like herself. To try and feel less lonely.

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❝The world over time though interesting in its changes has grown cold and lonely to me.❞

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M e n t a l & P h y s i c a l S t a t e

Disabilities

☾ sun burns easily

Allergies

☾ lightly allergic to the sun and pollin

Mental Illness(es)

☾ light insomniac

Illness(es)

☾ none

Genetic Disease(s)

☾ none

Diet

☾ loves meat and sweats other than that she has a normal diet

Hygiene

☾ loves to be clean. Hates public toilets. Can not stand unkempt nails.

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❝My nails are my pride. They have to be perfect.❞

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P e r s o n a l i t y

Personality Description

☾ kind and caring to everyone. She respects all life and tries not to harm anyone or anything but she does hate bugs. Emily loves to explore and learn about new technology. Emily loves books and music and being outdoors. Shes usually nice to everyone but if you make her mad or hurt her friends she turns into a terrifying predatory like defender with the aura of a tiger stalking its prey. She hates womanizing men and meaningless flirting but secretly is shy around good looking guys and if one were to flirt with her she would mentally shut down turning into a babbling mess like a teen age girl. She has a fear of forever being alone due to her race and long lifespan plus shes afraid her strength with be to much for anyone to ever be safe with.

Positive Traits

☾ always loyal to friends. Kind and soft hearted. Easily makes friends. Loves to help. Loves to learn and teach.

Negative Traits

☾ tends to hate herself. Has a habit of being a loner. Freaks out when seeing bugs or being threatened by bugs. When she gets angry she shows some of her pillarwoman powers blowing her human cover.

Strengths

☾ is 100,000 years old and carries a lot of knowledge with her. Is super strong and tough. Can see hear and smell better than humans. Can use strong hamon for healing and fighting.

Weaknesses

☾ sun burns easily. Gets depressed at times and just shuts down. Fears hurting others. Doesn't like fire. Is a slight insomniac. Is a natural lightning rod often getting struck

Hobbies

☾ listening to and playing music. Singing. Painting. Drawing. Training with hamon and martial arts. Healing others. Reading books. Researching history. World traveling.

Habits

☾ stays up for several days and nights at a time. Eats to many sweets. Drinks an inhuman amount of alcohol. Hums to herself an old lullaby her mother use to sing. Takes incredible good care of her nails.

Bad Habits

☾ over reacts to nasty bathrooms and braking a nail. Picks at her scabs or bites her lip till it bleeds when she's nervous. Often spends to much time alone.

Talents

☾ can sing play instruments draw paint is extremely flexible remembers things very well use hamon for healing or fighting is grate at martial arts and knows more than any human hamon user alive in current day about hamon

Beliefs / Religion

☾ all life is precious

Phobias & Fears

☾ bugs and that shell live eternally alone never finding anything about her mothers half of her family and that shell accidentally hurt someone

Pet Peeves

☾ hates womanizers and bad nails

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❝I will squash you like a bug if you ever harm an innocent soul again.❞

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L i k e s & D i s l i k e s

Likes

☾ music. Sweets. Meat. Art. Reading. Traveling. Helping others. Learning. Training. Watching horror movies.

Dislikes

☾ bugs womanizers breaking a nail animal cruelty bullies storms

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❝Don't try and quote the past to me. Give been there.❞

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T h i s O r T h a t

Introverted or Extroverted ?

☾ a little of both

Calm or Tense ?

☾ mostly calm

Insane or Sane ?

☾ sane just a bit silly at times

Patient or Impatient ?

☾ patient with some impatient with idiots

Logical or Emotional ?

☾ a bit of both

Reckless or Careful ?

☾ careful

Organized or Disorderly ?

☾ both

Would Rather Working or Relaxing ?

☾ non decided

Optimistic or Pessimistic ?

☾ optimistic

Honest or a Liar ?

☾ honest but has secrets

Would Rather Have Fame or Obscurity ?

☾ obscurity

Brave or Coward ?

☾ brave when needed

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❝Let me help you with that.❞

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A p p e a r a n c e

Hair

☾ long and white with a slight wave to it

Eyes

☾ a spooky white silver with long thick lashes

Skin

☾ very fair and light

Height

☾ 5 foot 9

Weight

☾ 245

Body Type

☾ athletic and well toned

Age Appearance

☾ early 30s late 20s

Scars / Wounds

☾ several but there faded all over her body

Tattoos

☾ none

Glasses

☾ no

Casual / Common Clothes

Formal Clothes

Party / Hangout Clothes

Sleep Wear / Pyjamas

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❝Please tell me there's more cake.❞

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A b i l i t i e s

General Abilities

☾ Emily is a grate martial arts fighter and developed her own style if fighting that makes her look like shes dancing. Shes grate with a whip and a long pole often using them in combat. Shes a master hamon user but mostly uses it to heal. When fighting with hamon she seams to be using electric currents of energy that runs threw every living thing. Its like her mode is lightning.

Strengths

☾ pillarman speed strength and super senses. Strong healing hamon and lightning energy hamon.

Weaknesses

☾ can't use her lightning energy hamon in water or when soaked due to the water being a conductor. Sunburns easily. Is mostly a pacifists preferring not to fight. Terrified of bugs. Doesn't heal as fast as full blooded pillarmen because she's half human.

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❝Care to dance with danger?❞

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C o m b a t & I n v e n t o r y

Fighting Style

☾ dancing marital arts style where she almost never stops moving.

Strategy

☾ confuse her enemy by constantly moving then strike when they least expect it or just directly strike with hamon

Inventory

☾ travels carrying a hikers backpack with her equipped with mostly basic survival gear like a tent sleeping bag or hammock and some food along with maps and compas. Always has some kind of book and a small flute called an ocarnia. Has a retractable long metal pole good for conducting her hamon and a rope whip. Often wears or has in her backpack a heavy metal suit for speed training.

Status

☾ she likes to live a peaceful life but will fight if the moment calls for it.

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❝Can we all just get along?❞

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S t a t s

Physical Strength

☾ 9/10

Mental Strength

☾ 9/10

Reflexes

☾ 9/10

Endurance

☾ 9/10

Speed

☾ 10/10

Technique

☾ 10/10

Cooperativeness

☾ 10/10

Self-Control

☾ 10/10

Intelligence

☾ 10/10

Stamina

☾ 9/10

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❝All life is precious. Especially a short human life.❞

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S t a n d /H a m o n I n f o r m a t i on

Hamon or Stand User ?

☾ hamon

Hamon Type

☾ indirect, direct attacks/ healing

Hamon Description

☾ emily is able to direct the flow of electric energy from her body or another living thing into electric lightning like attacks including punches and kicks and she can direct the electrical current threw her metal staff to deliver strong strikes at a distant as well as using her whip to do the same. In a last attack she can summon her final strength and shoot a bolt of energy from her hands. If she is near a good source of energy like in a city full if electricity she is pretty much never out of ammo. She prefers to heal with her hamon and as long as the wounds are not life threatening she can heal anything.

Limitations

☾ can not use her hamon in rain or when wet. If she uses to much of her own energy her body starts to shut down. If she heals to many people at one time she can get sick and weak.

Drawbacks

☾ she is a walking lightning rod and ends up burning a lot of clothing by being struck by lightning. Often ends up shorting out electronic devices by accident due to her high energy.

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❝Dang it I short circuited another radio.❞

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❝Stop hitting me with lightning nature!❞

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F a m i l y & R e l a t i o n s h i p s

Family

Father

☾ deceased. Former hamon Indian chief

Mother

☾ deceased pillarwoman

Aunts / Uncles

☾ dead

Siblings / Cousins

☾ dead

Grandparents

☾ dead

Friends & Close Friends

☾ the speedwagon foundation and the joestars

Love Interests / Crushes

☾ Joseph joestar ,ceaser, karrs, esidisi, whamuu, Santana

Partners

☾ none

Enemies / Rivals

☾ bullies and basic bad guys

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❝I wish I wasn't the only one of my kind.❞

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B a c k g r o u n d & O v e r a l l

L i f e

Background / Backstory

Grew up peacefully at first with her mother teaching her to use her pillar strength and senses wisely. She had a hard time making friends when she was young because the kids were afraid of her. Even after she wondered away from her sleeping mother one morning and learned she was immune to the sun. Her father was a hamon student and found her playing with a puppy. He also saw flowers growing around her as a result of her hamon. He began to train her from then on and thought her to use hamon to heal as well as defend.

Teenage Years / Adolescence

☾ when she turned 13 her father had become a grate hamon teacher and healer in there tribe. He was in his late 50s but her and her mother aged slower than him. They both continued to train her and she became a hamon warrior when she turned 15. Her tribe accepted her and she soon had many friends. She fell in love but they were never to be together. There lives were just to different and he rejected her witch caused her to develop a fear of rejection and she decided never to fall in love again.

Adulthood

☾ As time passed on her father became chief of the tribe and she in turn became a princess but they did not really use that sort of tital. Emily was now well into her 30s and her father was very old. They both had heard of her mothers clan being attacked and wiped out by other rogue pillar men and that other hamon tribes were also being slaughtered. Fearing an attack emily's parents sent her away to train and learn more about her powers and herself but in reality they just wanted her to be safe. While she is away the rogue pillarmen attack killing everyone and her mother falls by there hands refusing to join them. By the time Emily returns 5 years later she finds the ruins of her home, her people nothing but corpses, and a crumbled statue of her mothers body witch turns to dust when she touches it. Emily morns for days and goes in search of revenge but never finds anything to tell her what happened.

Current Location

☾ Traveling the world (depends on role-play story)

Residence

☾ nomads don't live anywhere long

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❝Guess the nomadic life suits me.❞

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T r i v i a / E x t r a

☾ loves all animals

☾ has worked for police and mafia and yakiza

☾ has a fortune of her own hidden in secret locations all across the world

☾ is a simp for big muscles and nice butts

☾ lives spring and fall

☾ loves skinny dipping and hot springs

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❝Lets just enjoy the jurney.❞

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T h e m e S o n g ( s )

☾

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❝Im just one big mystery.❞

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C r e d i t s

Artwork / Faceclaim Credit

☾ none

Character Design Credit

☾ imvu creators

Sources Used

☾ imvu for character design

Misc info.

☾ Training outfit

Speed training armor

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I posted 1,740 times in 2022

That's 999 more posts than 2021!

466 posts created (27%)

1,274 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,581 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#elrond - 297 posts

#out of uniform - 229 posts

#(humor tag) - 149 posts

#celebrían - 114 posts

#boil em mash em stick em in a queue - 113 posts

#lotr - 92 posts

#my art - 87 posts

#maedhros - 71 posts

#the silmarillion - 67 posts

#celrond - 67 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i don't necessary *sexually* ship them because i do read frodo as being very ace or demi but i can totally understand romantically shipping

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

idk you guys when it gets late my brain starts making the saddest possible inferences but like 

I’m just thinking about Arwen saying “I’d rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone” and how she’s watched her father carry six thousand years of grief for all the people he’s seen come and go. Esp. Elros & Celebrían.

idk i’m tired & not wording things well and this is a sign i need to go to bed but I’m currently Very Emo about this. 

409 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#4

Sometimes I think about how not all the trauma the Sons of Fëanor have is immediately obvious or visible as trauma they wear on their bodies.

After Angband Maedhros’ brothers keep finding caches of food hidden away in odd places. They promise that there’s plenty. That there will always be plenty. He says “I know, I know” but can’t make himself stop, because when you’re held captive by a minor god food is nothing more than a cute bargaining chip. Maedhros can’t stand on top of towers or climb hills or even trees anymore. It’s not that he’s scared because he’s Maedhros Fëanorion and isn’t afraid of anything— but the second he’s too high up, he feels sick to his stomach.

Maglor still sings. Everyone always compliments his voice. It’s so powerful, ricocheting off mountainsides, loud as thunder. It can stop a blade it it’s tracks. Make a legion of orcs clutch their bleeding ears and scream. But he can’t sing ballads anymore, or lullabies the way he used to. He hates it. He hates it. Each note that’s fashioned to hurt someone else feels like it will rip him in two. Sometimes he wishes he could rip out his own vocal chords just to be free of the responsibility of such Music, from the expectations of how he’ll use it in battle. He just wants to sing like he used to.

Celegorm never replaces Huan. He knows— he knows it’s his fault that he lost him. He lies awake at night and cries into his pillow, wishing it was Huan. Wishing he could bury his hand in his thick fur and feel his steady heartbeat again— because no matter how it ended a childhood pet is a childhood pet, and they will always take a piece of you when they go.

Caranthir talks less and less as the years go on. His brothers used to ask him for advice in Valinor, but a levelheaded temperament isn’t much use in times like these. He withdraws and he withdraws and he withdraws, until he’s so lonely it wears a hole in his chest.

Curufin covers his mirrors. He hates the sound of his name. Loves and hates the forge until he’s sick at heart and wants to throw himself into his own fire. The boundary lines, for him, had always been laid in the shape of his father, and without him he no longer knows who he is. He is only a shadow of him. A reminder of what they’ve lost. And he will never, ever, ever live up to his memory.

Amrod won’t light a fire in his bedroom no matter how cold or dark it gets. He can’t sleep in a room alone. Can’t be left alone for more than a few moments before his mind twists into panic— of “please, please, I’m right here, don’t forget me, don’t leave me—“

Likewise, Amras never lets Amrod out of his sight. The panicked “where’s Amrod?” happens on a biweekly basis. His brothers assure him that Amrod is fine. But their eyes betray their own worry. None of them have forgotten the ships.

551 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#3

Also a concept: Maedhros riding a moose because if you’re that tall and armored you’re heavy as shit.

660 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

Things that are really fucking me up today

Just how close in age Elrond and Elwing are, by the Elf standards. It must be so strange when they finally meet, to look at each other and realize the difference between them is only a little over thirty years.

Like, in comparison Finwe was a thousand years older than Finfarin, and Elrond was already roughly 4000 years old when he had Arwen.

So idk it just must have been so strange for them. A mere thirty years is such a wildly negligible amount of time. They’re basically peers when they first meet.

721 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Elrond and Celebrían invented true love, actually. 

832 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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