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dagrapesody · 2 months ago
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Just some cutesies doing cutesy things
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siddyyyyyyyy · 2 months ago
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HI POOKIE
can i request a fic with jason and reader who is supergirl (clark’s daughter) and just then navigating their relationship
i need jason todd in my room at 1 am
Old Friends
Jason Todd x Supergirl!Reader
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wc: 2.4 K summary: You meet Jason again after not seeing each other for several years. warnings: fluff? no y/n used a/n: sorry for the long wait, this came out a little longer than usual. I think they would be too shy to admit anything to each other, but they would be cute dou. enjoy!!!
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When Jason first met Superman, he didn‘t expect to see another girl his age right beside the man of steel. He was immediately awestruck, realising that you are his daughter, and got straight up flustered when your eyes met briefly.
The younger boy, back then all chirpy and small, really tried his best to impress you in any way possible.
You can pick up a couch without a sweat? He can pick up two… then have his arms hurt for the next few days.
You like frogs? He will fetch and pick up any kinds of frogs he can find and give them to you. Batman definitely scolds him for getting his suit dirty, but Jason couldn‘t care less. You were happy about the things he did, and you both soon grew into a good team on missions. Although those missions didn‘t occur often, you both tried to make the most of it. Playing catch with each other during breaks, drawing together silly things during briefings and exchanging notes, and whispering a small gossip session with the other while no one pays attention to you.
It was all fun and easy with him. Until you couldn‘t go on missions anymore because you had to work on other things, but you promised to get the next one with him as soon as possible. That stretched and stretched for months until it got into years of no missions together.
You are well in your teens now, almost an adult, and you haven‘t heard from Jason at all. It‘s sad and shameful to admit, but you almost forgot the way he looks.
Many years have gone by, being in a new suit and being taller having generally changed over the years. You are an adult now, actually in your twenties, and you are more than excited to see what changed for Jason as well. Since you lived in Metropolis all the time, you didn‘t bother to check what happened with the Bats, assuming everything probably is pretty much the same. Since you are still Supergirl and work together with Superman almost all the time, you are assuming it‘s probably the same with them.
Now that you are flying back to Gotham with your dad, there‘s a lot of thoughts swimming in your head. What if he can‘t even remember you? Is there something Calrk hasn‘t told you yet, and this is actually a bad surprise of his? What if something is incredibly wrong and something bad happened? Is this just another stupid mission?
Coming back to that musty city was nostalgic. With a heavy sigh you‘ve been holding in for, you finally land on the ground.
»You okay? Something bothering you?«
Clark steps beside you and rests his hand on your shoulder, a reassuring weight.
»Why are we here? Like, actually.«
Your dad purses his lips together. You feel the air shift around you, making you even more suspicious.
»We‘re visiting Uncle Batman, remember?«
»Yeah, but why? Did something happen?«
Clark starts walking, and you follow.
»No, nothing really happened. At least nothing that we have to take care of. Just visiting a friend.«
Great, that sounds even more suspicious. After another sigh of yours, you just silently follow him and wait for whatever surprise will get you today.
Even seeing the Wayne Manor feels nostalgic to you. Just looking and approaching the big house is awaking memories in your brain— how you used to chase Jason in the cave and accidentally knock over some vase. Are there still random and useless things in the cave, or did they finally get rid of them?
As usual, you sneaked into the entrance with your dad and managed to get past Alfred without getting caught. Well, at least it seemed like he didn‘t notice you both, but there‘s also a chance he did.
But stepping inside the cave again after so many years felt almost illegal. Sure, it felt welcoming too, but… it feels way more emtpy now. Probably because Batman isn‘t in here yet.
Speaking of the bat, he enters just moments later, seemingly out of nowhere. Superman greets him almost immediately with his usual bright smile, approaching him with a few strides. Just like the earlier days, Batman doesn‘t respond as much and simply gets straight to business.
»Why are you here, Superman? And why is your daughter her as well?«
Wow, it didn‘t even seem like he noticed you in the first place… are you getting impressed by Batman again?
»Oh, just visiting. You know, as good friends do?«
»We are friends?« Batman counters, earning a hearty chuckle from Superman after realising it was indeed just a sarcastic remark. That simple remark feels reassuring, though, almost comforting with how familiar it feels like. It was like a small sign that everything is okay, after all. Just why did Clark need to act so suspicious in the first place?
You didn‘t even notice someone else coming into the cave, being too busy looking around the artefacts that mostly seem to be the same as in the past.
»And you are the daughter of Superman?«
You turn your attention away from the cars in the garage and look at the person that spoke up. Huh… you expected someone else. Instead, there stands Robin.
Robin. In small. Right in front of you. And… he is grumpy?
Is this why you are here? Jason is stuck in his ten-year-old body?
»Oh… yeah, I am.«
Confusion is written all over your face, and you glance back to your dads. Just what is happening here…
»Father told me you used to work together with Jason.«
Silence falls over the two of you. The way this boy talks doesn‘t fit Jason at all. And it‘s clear that this isn‘t Jason.
»Sorry… who are you?«
You finally address the big elephant in the room, still being clueless and confused about the situation.
But so does Robin. He even looks taken aback by the fact that you don‘t know him. Another brief of silence falls over you two before you both call for your dads at the same time.
»Father!«
»Dad!«
Robin‘s glaring at you, and he is glaring at you at the same time. Batman and Superman look over you both, not having noticed any of your exchange before.
It turns out this Robin is actually Damian. He was upset when his father just revealed his identity like that, but it was necessary for you to understand the situation. Shortly after, you also found out about Tim. The Robin after Jason.
So, that leaves for the question: Where is Jason? Is he even still Robin? Why did he retire?
But you don‘t risk asking about that, not wanting to make the situation even more confusing or awkward. Also because you‘ve always been a little scared to ask Batman questions or generally talk to him about more personal stuff.
Eventually, after discussing some more things, it turns out you are here to help them out on a mission. It starts tonight and you are back on track again. Just focusing on the current task and processing the information you get for it.
Arriving at the scene as talked about, you see Batman defeating some of the goons, and that is your call to join him. Superman is also doing the same thing, all the while Damian is getting more information from the bad guys. It‘s all going well as usual, until a bigger threat appears. It knocks you off, making you land some feet away. Turns out, a bigger Villian just arrived and decided to join in on the chaos that‘s already happening.
Due to the fall, it‘s difficult to breathe for a few seconds before you regain yourself and get back on your feet. Charging at the Villian, you put all your anger out on him, beating that random guy in all his weak spots.
You don‘t notice the sound of an engine approaching the scene, too busy handling the bigger guy at the moment.
With a few final punches, he looks like he is about to release his last breath, and that‘s when you decide it‘s enough. Releasing your grip on him, you take a step away and catch your breath.
»Man, I really wanted to handle him. You just stole my job.«
A deeper, distorted voice sounds from behind you, making you turn around quickly. The bigger man just stands there, his red helmet stricking out like nothing else. His shining slits stare right at you, almost making you step back away from him.
Even when he looks rather intimidating, he won‘t make a move on you. And no one even fights him.
»Well, your fault for arriving late.«
You retort back with a small shrug, trying to handle the surprise with some sarcasm. It works, at least you think so. He doesn‘t say anything, only making a quieter huff sound that could be mistaken for a chuckle.
»My bike is pretty fast; I don‘t know what you are talking about.«
He shrugs as well and approaches you now. For your luck, Superman also arrives by your side at the same time, feeling rather tense for some reason.
Batman eventually appears beside the strange man too, with Damian standing behind a few steps. It‘s quiet for a few seconds before Batman updates everyone on the status of the goons and operation, glad to hear it all went successful. Superman is reluctant to leave your side but is forced to eventually, having to discuss some more things with Batman in private.
For whatever reason, that Red Helmet is still standing on the same spot and stares at you.
»And, how should I call you?« Finally, you speak up and want to hear some answers, still having no clue why he is here.
»Red Hood.«
You nod in response, letting that sink in. His short answer didn‘t leave you satisfied though, but you are also slightly unsure of what you should even ask in the first place.
»So, Supergirl, huh? What made you come to Gotham again?«
The distorted voice won‘t give away any emotions, but you swear there is a hint of bitterness.
Finally, before you could answer him, the two older men arrive back to the both of you and seem less tense than before. You feel less awkward now that your dad is by your side again, being still curious about Red Hood, though.
A few more things are briefly discussed before Batman turns to Red Hood, speaking up more casually.
»Are you joining on family dinner this Sunday? Alfred‘s making his chocolate lava cakes.«
Once this question drops, your eyes almost pop out of your skull. Family dinner? Who is this guy? Are they just inviting random people to their manor these days?
Red Hood seems tense, staying quiet for a moment before he eventually answers.
»Just because Alfres makes lava cakes.«
He grumbles back more quietly, making Batman almost smirk.
You turn your attention to Clark beside you, silently begging for answers. He notices your helpless look and becomes sheepish.
»Oh! Uh… Jason is Red Hood. Forgot to tell you.« He whispers to you with a small smile, waiting for you to react. You pause, however, before you finally become more flabbergasted. It doesn‘t make sense at all.
Dinner at the manor was more chaotic than it used to be. With the added family members, it just seemed like a big family that secretly hates each other. The constant talking and insults between the boys are not lost on the both of you. In contrast to them, you just sit quietly together with your dad, watching the chaos erupt between the seven other bats. Besides Barabara and Cassandra, the rest seems to be pretty lively.
One thing you can‘t ignore is the way Jason‘s eyes seem to burn into you the whole time. He can‘t stop staring and looking at you with those intense eyes of his. You tried not to glance his way too much, but you did anyway. You noticed the green hint in his blue eyes. Something you never noticed before. Something else you noticed too is the way he became way more quiet. It‘s not the way it used to be. You really miss the small gossip sessions and exchanges of notes with him.
The dinner is served by Alfred, and you thank him like the rest, starting to eat peacefully. As if on command, the table also becomes way more quiet once everyone has their food and starts eating. You thought you would feel relieved about the silence, but now it almost seems awkward and strange that it‘s quiet.
»Stop breathing so loud, Drake.«
»I‘m not even sitting beside you!«
»Then why can I hear your breathing from up here?«
Damian seems to enjoy making Tim upset. That‘s one of the things you took note of. Also the visible tension between Tim and Jason. At least they don‘t insult each other, only catching glares aimed at Tim from your old friend.
Dick seems to be happy to be here. Especially since you and Superman are there too. You know that the first Robin and your father worked some times as well, having talked and played with him when you didn‘t have your powers yet. He felt like a big brother for you, having played Barbie with him and also getting to have piggyback rides.
He eventually talks with your dad for most of the time, sharing a few smiles with you over the table. Bruce eventually joins in the dinner, not even trying to control the chaos but does give out warnings whenever one of them insults the other verbally.
Finally, after getting the overly delicious dessert, you can have some time to talk before you leave the manor.
As you stand in the hallway with your dad, who is currently still talking to Bruce, you decide to find Jason and talk. You find him beefing with Tim, but they quickly stop as soon as you step into view.
Tim walks away with a knowing smirk, telling him silently that he won this argument. Whatever it was, Jason is glaring daggers at him before he finally turns to you.
You both speak up at the same time, growing sheepish, and he gestures for you to speak first. You suggest exchanging numbers, which works better than you thought. After that‘s done, you finally get to ask your questions.
He doesn‘t really answer the more personal questions as casually as the others, but he tries. Turns out, Jason is still the sweet boy from the past. Whatever he had to go through really affected him, and you don‘t pry on it, figuring it will come with time.
Saying goodbye again is way more painful. You don‘t know when you will meet again, so you make a pinky promise to meet again on a Sunday.
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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 6 months ago
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Herbert West Imagine: Being your Roommate and slowly starting to care about you
Why is he so cute it’s so unfair. Shout out to @herbert-west-did-nothing-wrong for being an archive of cool Re-animator content and furthering my hyperfixation hoho hehe
Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Some fake dating, Violence against Zombie animals, Dr. Hill is obsessed with Reader the way he is with Meg in the movie, Swearing, Herbert being addicted to the Reagent like in the uncut version & Withdrawal, Autistic Herbert West
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When his unsuspecting Roommate turned out to be a Insomniac night owl his initial plan of secrecy had to be turned around. Or to be more specific, it was rather the very unfortunate moment when you happened to catch him wrestle the Re-Animated Raccoon that tried to claw through his labcoat in the middle of the night when he realized that he couldn‘t get around some explaining. „Get it off me!! Get it off me!“ He yelled, trying to keep the beasts treacherous little zombie hands away from him. „Fuck! Fuck, Herbert what the hell!?“ You yelled back while hurriedly grabbing a towel and trying to pry it off him with that. The Racoon ended up Re-Dead eventually, after an excruciating fight that showed you the extent to how fucking Undead that thing turned out to be. You stared at Herbert in Horror, he was heaving and leaning back against the Operation table he had set up. He was quick to jump and talk to you, „Listen-„
You were this close to demanding he‘d move out as fast as he had turned up that evening a few days ago, when he knocked at your door with the sign you had posted to the Hospital staff‘s board about looking for a Roommate. You were vaguely aware of what he was studying, at least you witnessed how strongly he defended his opinions about Brain death against Dr. Hill, who was the head surgeon of the clinic but also his teacher. And as such the older man was more than inclined to fail Herbert in class over his upfront disrespect. You were somewhat uncomfortable with Dr. Hill as well for a long time, and maybe the fact that Herbert openly disputed against him was part of the reason why you didn‘t turn him off when he turned up on your doorstep.
But he showed you, he proved to you, that the insane claims he was using as his explanation were actually true. His research has led him to revive the dead, no matter the damage the body has taken before, because soon after the wretched beast you had just thought dead came back to life, if that absolutely murderous state it went into could be called life.
You were sat there, next to him and stared at the cadaver. Blood on Herberts shirt and loosened tie, and you in your silly Pyjamas. „Which is why I need your help Y/n.“ Your head turned quickly, „Help you?“ He scooted a bit closer, „Yes! You are the perfect assistant. You are hardworking, we work in the same Hospital and you have no functioning sleep schedule.“ You frowned at that, but well, he was right. „We could do something great, conquer Death!“ He put a hand on your shoulder and you looked him in the eyes for a very long moment. You let out a stressed out sigh, „for gods sake.. ok, alright. This is.. just insane, Herbert, but it‘s the kind of insane that I can‘t just leave be. I‘ve never seen anything like it.“ Herbert smiled, patting your shoulder enthusiastically.
That is how he got himself an Assistant by chance. As long as he could keep you motivated to keep going and pushing through the Horror his research would really benefit from the help you were providing.
You weren‘t as obsessed about working day and night as he was though, which is why you didn‘t react too pleased when he stormed into your room at nearly 4 in the morning to tell you about a new theory he had. He didn‘t really notice how you were snuggling a plushie, or how you had curled up in the moment as he ranted on and paced your room excitedly. You let out a long stretched moan and grimaced at him, “I was sleeping..!” You complained, but he didn’t really listen. Only when you threw a pillow at him he halted, looking at you in offense. “That was uncalled for.” “Apparently it is! I wanna sleep Herbert now gooo” you stood up and shoved him out of your room. “No bursting into my room while I’m sleeping!” He turned around, getting a last look at your sleepy, disgruntled face before you shut the door on him and went back to sleep. Only when he huffed and puffed, walking back down into the basement, he remembered how you have looked sleeping. Curled up like a Pillbug, he thought.
The next day he found that the lack of sleep had not really made you forgiving towards him when he tried to tell you about his findings. He clenched and unclenched his fists nervously, frowning as he tried to figure out his next step of action. Herbert never needed to prove himself to anyone or be particularly likeable to make it to where he was now, his work spoke for itself. So he genuinely didn’t know how the heck he was going to fix something that was well.. a person. He needed you to be cooperative, and pissing off his only assistant was not very beneficial to his work.
When you came home, Herbert was already sat there and stood up quickly. „Look,“ you already looked at him pretty much pissed, much like this night while you threw him out. He came forward and firmly held out a plastic bag, neatly wrapped inside was a piece of your favorite cake. „No more bursting into your room while you’re sleeping.“ He said, lowering his head without breaking his continuous eye contact. „Is that.. how did you know I liked that?“ He nodded, „See I‘m not always listening but my brain is always taking in information.“
You took the bag and raised your brows, a slight smile on your lips as you took out the cake. „Alright.. I accept.“ you said, putting down the cake to go into the kitchen to get a fork. „So what did you find out?“ He smiled as well, clapping into his hands and starting to explain it all. You came back with two forks. You made Herbert try some too, as it turns out he is more a dark chocolate kind of guy, and he makes a face when he finds things too sweet that makes you giggle.
Herbert was always eager to go back home and experiment after work, the days were Dr. Hill taught were especially agitating to him. „I feel like every minute I am forced listen to this man it’s diminishing my brain capacity.“ He complained every time. Those were days were he stayed in the lab until the sun rose, and listen, throwing stones in a glass house and all but this was too extreme. You noticed he was still up when you woke up to pee. Did he even eat dinner? You spied into the kitchen, no trace of dishes.
He was scribbling down a new variant to his substance he had thought of, it was brilliant! This would solve at least one of the major problems you had been encountering in your experiments, he couldn’t wait to put the chances into action and see how the reagents power changed. Herbert lifted his gaze without fully looking up when he heard the familiar creak of the wooden stairs. „You need to see this Y/n.“ He bickered you closer. He was surprised to find a plate with Pancakes in his field of vision. He looked up from them to you. You were in a different set of silly pyjamas now. „You didn’t eat. How are you gonna save me from Zombie Goldfish if you faint?” You joked and reached for his notebook to read his new results. He stared at you for a while, then said „Why do all of your pyjamas look like that.“ „Hey!“ “Also by now I deem you capable enough to bring down a Zombie fish yourself.” “That is the sweetest thing you ever said to me Herbert.” He shot you a look over his glasses.
Though, he ate the pancakes when you left and they were good. You didn’t make them too sweet. Judging from the way you giggled at his reaction to the cake you must have had remembered. Hm.
It was another night, another period of labwork he was up to with you. You were replicating the reagent for him into smaller, portable versions you could take into the Hospital to begin and document the reactions to human bodies with low dosages. You poured some of it too quickly and a cloud of poisonous gas errupted from the glass, you nearly fell back trying to evade it- your chair already tipped over and you closed your eyes, but the crash didn’t come.
You looked up, still holding onto the glass for dear life, and saw Herbert looming over you from behind the chair. He had swooped in and grabbed it from the back before you could fall. Why did this somehow feel.. close, the way you looked up at him that way. The way his knuckles turned white from gripping the chair, and the way he frowned down at you. You eyed his face. “You should avoid dying before I perfected my reagent.” He said, still holding you. Your feet dangled in the air, you put your head further back. “Don’t worry, I would come back as a ghost to haunt you.” “Why would you do that?” You raised your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, surprisingly gently. “I wanna spook you once, not see you as composed as you always appear to be.” Herbert swallowed, his eyes flickered over you for a moment. Your fingertips were warm against his skin. Why were you.. your lips parted in a smile. He cleared his throat and carefully set your chair down again.
“You really need safety googles, let me see if I have an extra.” He looked through his stuff, finding his thoughts trail off. He paused for a moment without noticing, briefly letting his eyes flicker around without really focusing on something. When he found them he turned around and gave them to you for you to try on. “Do I look good?” “You look safe. That is good.”
A week or so later you were both at the Hospital, working as usual. Herbert went to your station to discuss your next test subject, he happened to find an older man who was sure to die soon of his illness that he intended to try and Re-Animate. If the bodies weren‘t registerested in the Morgue in the first place it couldn‘t be traced back to the few with the authority of entering it, aka you. So if he just waited until the patient died and took his chance before anyone took the body he would make for a perfect test subject. When he arrived at your station he looked around for you, only eventually finding you cornered against a door by none other than the most dimwitted person in the Hospital; „Dr. Hill, I really need to be getting back to work..“ you said and tried to walk past him, but he blocked your way with his body.
„Now Y/n there‘s no need to be in a rush, I‘m sure someone will handle it. Surely you‘ll have some more time for me to discuss dinner.“ „Well.. um, like I said, I‘m sorry but I‘m already getting something with Mr. West tonight.“ The older man rolled his head back for a moment and laughed spiteful at the mention of his name. „Yes but you are rooming with.. Mr. West, so you will have plenty of occasions to eat with him. But you see, I am a very busy man and my company is high in demand. You should prioritize me making time for you.“
Herbert saw the way you smiled, and from what he had learned about body language over the years he would most likely interpret this as a sign that you were flattered and comfortable with his invitation- but there was something that went against that deduction; Your eyes. Either way he didn‘t look people in the eye or he did so to an extent that was considered staring. But he had seen you smile, at him, at the cake he got you, at the note he left on the fridge that said ‚Leftover Dinner left, Bag of Eyes right! Do not accidentally microwave‘ so he knew what you looked like when you smiled. And.. you weren‘t smiling with your eyes right now. You always smiled with your eyes, did that mean that your expression was simulated? Were you in distress?
He approached swiftly, clearing his throat to get Dr. Hill to turn around. „I shouldn‘t be surprised to find out that your ignorance isn‘t limited to your scientific research, Dr. Hill, but here we are. Y/n, I need to discuss something with you.“ You were more than happy to use the moment of Dr. Hill‘s bubbling irritation and slip past him and next to Herberts side. „Mister West.“ He said through gritted teeth, „It seems like you are compensating your inability to surpass me by taking something from me in reach, but let me assure you that a Roommate isn‘t as important as a Lover can be.“ When he said the last words he looked at you with a smug smile, not even hiding that he thought of himself as your suitor. You looked horrified.
„I agree. Now if you‘ll excuse us, it’s 3 PM and therefore Y/n‘s Lunchbreak.“ Herbert held eye contact with Dr. Hill as he put a hand on your back and led you away. The older mans eyes widened in disbelief at the implications of him agreeing, of the way he put a hand on your back when you left. „Are you saying you are-?“ Herbert didn‘t stop to listen and made you follow his pace as well. Did he just hugely imply that he and you were affiliated? Yes. Did he plan to do so? Certainly not, but it just happened to be the perfect split between pissing of Dr. Hill and helping you out of the situation and potentially even future attempts like these. How wonderfully efficient.
„Now, I wanna show you the perfect candidate for our-„ „Herbert“ he looked at you, eyes flickering over your features as he rapidly noticed a change in your expression. Your cheeks were reddened, your lips slightly pressed together. The redness even extended to your ears. „You are embarrassed. Or flustered. Which is it so I know for future reference.“ He observed and you blushed even more.
„Now the whole Hospital is going to think we are a Couple!“ He shrugged his brows and led you further through the Hospital, you whispered as a colleague walked past. „Potentially, since Dr. Hill is more concerned with spreading misinformation anyway than working.“ He paused, „Ah, I did not account for the possibility that you already have a crush on someone here. If they heard about that it wouldn‘t be to your advantage.“ „Yes, I mean, I don‘t but- now we gotta act like it in front of him too.“ He hummed in acknowledgement, well, surely that wouldn‘t be too hard.
He had you meet the man that he meant to Re-animate if everything went according as planned, you inspected him and gave Herbert a look. It was doable, his body was weak so in case of aggression he could easily be restrained for both your safety, and lastly the man had decided to donate his body to science anyway after his passing.
„I think I can ask to switch shifts to his station and make sure the beeper doesn’t go off once he passes.“ You said as Herbert walked you back to your station, „Then you distract the nurses while I get the body out in a Wheelchair.“ Herbert added and you nodded, slightly nervous about the whole thing already. Bringing a full human back to life.. was it even possible to conserve the refined parts of the human brain and personality or would it operate like the animals as well that he brought back?
You reached your station. Herbert surprisingly took your hand in his, your eyes widened yet you didn’t resist the gesture. Reaching out, he did that a lot, he does in when he fails to verbalize what he wants to communicate in an emotional extent. But people usually react with.. a leap of faith, and trust in him when he does this instead. Touch, hold onto their arm for a moment. And he reaches out for your hand now and you trust him, you let him.
„Listen, Dr. Hill is watching us.“ He said, and you blinked, eyes darting to your hands as you suddenly understood his gesture for what is meant- an attempt at portraying romance.
Your hands were warm, almost beaming with heat. It wasn’t uncomfortable.
„Would you consent to me pretending to kiss you for the sake of proving our lie. He isn’t close enough to actually see if our lips touch.“
You squeezed his hand and slightly stepped closer, breath hitching. „I consent.“ He studied you, sighing and wetting his lips. The way he looked at you, if he reciprocated eye contact at all, was always intense and yet this was.. as if he was actually taking in much more of you. Not just reciprocating a gesture to an intense amount, but actually looking at your face, all of it. Why did he feel his pulse raise? He took another step towards you and closed in- until there were centimeters left between your lips. Your noses slightly brushed against each other, your breath gently fanned over his skin. Both of you had closed your eyes, Herbert felt your hand on his chest clenching slightly onto his shirt. You radiated warmth, why did he want to have you even closer than that?
He stepped away again, opening his eyes. For a second he saw you, with closed eyes and a reddened face.
„I think that will suffice for a bit, depending if Dr. Hill has enough audacity to flirt with someone who is supposedly already committed.“ He concluded, straightening his glasses. He felt weird, somehow.. anxious? Anticipating? Frustrated? Disappointed? Hm. Hard to tell.
„Ah.. yup! Um, maybe it works!“ You said, swallowing and bidding him goodbye until work ended. And Dr. Hill actually walked past you that shift without saying anything else, purposefully not acknowledging you as it seems.
You felt anxious about going home that day, not really knowing what has changed exactly that made you feel that way. What did you expect to happen? Nothing actually.. happened! You did not kiss, this shouldn’t feel so Sitcom-ish. And yet-
you came home, the kitchen light was on but you didn’t see Herbert. He must be home, he was always tinkering with something as soon as he was free to do so after work. Sometimes he didn’t even wait until then, but right now there was no light coming from the basement. Only from his door, and that was unusual. You never even saw that man in a pyjama once! As far as you were concerned he had an identical set of clothes to sleep in. ‚I can get behind wanting to revive the dead but that is just weird Herbert‘ you once told him, to which he replied ‚at least I don’t sleep in something that is patterned with geese‘ which really only showcased your point.
„Hey, do you wanna eat something?“ You asked, not straightforwardly showing your concern. „Y/n..“ he muttered, and you frowned, now opening the door. What you saw was a very distraught looking Herbert, rummaging through his things with the small fridge he kept in there open as well. „Fuck- there are no probes in the right stage!“ he howled, hands shaky and room disheveled. „What are you talking about??“ he turned around but didn’t look at you, his eyes darted over the room panicking. „I can’t.. inject any of them at this stage this is..“ his breath hitched, you were putting the pieces together in your head. He was talking about using it on himself, and judging from the erratic state he was in he was physically addicted to it. He was pale too, the withdrawal must have kicked in a while ago. He behaved both impulsive and weakened. There is.. something you needed to do. He sat down on his bed, fidgeting and running his hands through his hair. „It keeps me awake, keeps my mind running.“ That didn’t even sound unlike him, it made sense for him to try and find a way to ditch any kind of the human experience he didn’t like. He did it with death so why not sleep too while he was at it.
„That means you‘ll go to sleep after a while, once your body gets exhausted enough from the withdrawal.“ He nodded, you sat down next to him on the bed. „The Hospital doesn’t have a the tools of dealing with the specific addiction you’re dealing with right now and we don’t have any reagents that are ready to fix either so.. I‘m gonna stay here ok? Monitor you so I know you‘re safe. I‘m gonna fetch that terrible Novel I‘m reading right now to distract you from the pain with a different kind of pain, hold on.“
And he let you do so- listening to you read the book to him while fidgeting nervously and running a hand through his hair or over his arm as he tried to let himself be distracted by what you were saying.
You kept reading to him until 5 AM, Herbert was still struggling but getting more weaker by the hour. He frowned and closed his eyes here and there to rest a bit, visually displeased to be requiring that sort of thing. He muttered that it was wasted time he could use better, but his physical agony seemed to find a bit of relief in this. ‚You were usually asleep now‘, he said when he noted how tired you were at this point, ‚you should just go to bed.‘ He didn’t understand how stubborn you were on staying with him to look out for his safety even though he assured you he was fine. You were nearly drifting off to sleep yourself, resting your eyes as well when he asked „Why do you even care so much?„ Your answer was murmured as your consciousness slipped, „Because I care about you“ your head sunk more against the bed frame behind you since you both resorted to sit at the end of his bed.
Herbert stared at you, frowning once more but slightly bewildered. He was important to you? Personally? Your lips parted as slumber caught you fully in mere moments after those spoken words. If it wasn’t for what you said.. he would have never even thought about wether he reciprocated what you felt, but somehow he found that- he did care about you too. He had cared about your distress earlier and went to resolve it without fully acknowledging why, despite being highly agitated just by the thought of exchanging a word with Dr. Hill. He cared about your opinions on his Experiments. And he even cared about how you felt about him, and it wasn’t even fully based on the necessity of having you as his Assistant. He pressed his lips together.
Herbert straightened his glasses and looked over to you again. With a sigh he grabbed the blanket and put it on top of you, covering you up to your shoulder which made you intuitively sink further into the mattress. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes for a bit as well, fully keeping his stern expression as he slowly fell asleep as well without noticing.
For the first time in a long time he fell asleep again, and for the first time in a very long time he wasn’t alone.
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I was literally non stop writing this since I watched the movie a few days ago. I would love to write more for him or maybe even write a part 2 of this? If ppl like this and want me to I‘d love to hear what you have to say. Comments get me motivated and keep the hyperfixation running
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inkykeiji · 2 years ago
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tomura’s the type to buy his princess a squishmellow but still get jealous over a stuffed animal lmao i love him
LITERALLYYYYY LMAO no he so is tho like 100%. he’d be like, begrudgingly excited about it at first; your favourite holiday is coming up, which means that the company just released their newest line of limited edition squishes, and you’re practically vibrating with desperation to own one.
the department store is busy, and you’re unbelievably indecisive, humming and hushing as you bounce from one stuffie, to the next, to the next, then back again, dragging him along with you.
with a furrowed brow and a steady stream of breathy grumbles, he’s trying to act so annoyed and so exasperated and so grumpy but you are just so fucking cute—eyes glittering and smile dazzling with one of your hands wrapped tightly around his wrist as the other reaches, fingers curling and vying in a little grabby hand that grasps at all of the different plushies, each procuring a sweet little gasp or giggle—that he just can’t quell the love tugging at the corners of his mouth or the adoration melting his glare or the fondness smoothing out his crunched forehead.
it‘s a treat to see you like this, innocent and authentic with buzzing excitement that thrums through your veins and radiates off your skin in delicate little droves, infectious as it seeps into his own and snuggles into his soul, warming his core. teeth sunk into your bottom lip, hesitancies are gnawed out in a self-conscious murmur, and tomura frowns, giving a little yank on your arm and scanning the toys warily. 
“i don’t understand what the problem is.”
“i just—i can’t decide! i want to get the best one, my favourite one, but i just—” turning towards him, your eyes are wide with worry, forehead creasing under the concern of making the wrong choice. “i want them all!” 
tomura sighs, rolls his eyes like you’re so silly, so stupid, but that fondness is back again, tender and warm and doting as it spreads unruly across his cheeks, ruby gaze syrupy with affection. 
“then i will get them all for you,” he says, simple and final.
and so, he does.
you’re still cute afterward, of course, when you’re cuddling one of the stupid things to your chest, palm rhythmically petting it’s tummy, or when you’re giggling and whispering to yourself as you hug it tighter to your sweet lil heart, lips spilling secrets and hopes and dreams into silky plush. but no matter how cute you are, tomura is unable to soothe the twinge in his chest as envy drags it’s claws slowly, steadily, almost gently down the inside of his ribcage. it’s never long before the sting becomes unbearable, before the sting has him ripping the dumb squishmallow from your hands and replacing it with himself, arms wrapped firmly around your form, your body pressed hard against his chest, lips grumbling low and rough into your hair about how he feels left out and he missed you and isn’t he a much better cuddle buddy than that foolish little stuffed animal?
of course, you’re telling him as soft palms stroke his forearms and sweet lips scatter precious kisses across his collarbone. of course he is; he always is, he always will be. 
and yet, despite all of it, he repeats this process every single time a new limited edition line-up is released that he’s sure you just have to own. because even though he dreads the bitter jealousy he knows will inevitably begin corroding his lungs the moment the two of you arrive home, it is nothing compared to the sunshine that pours from your smile when you gaze upon these silly little puffs of plush, or the bubbles of warmth that froth in your throat and out your mouth when you coddle one in your arms, or the look you give him when he gifts you another one, eyes overflowing with pure, unadulterated love, so much so it scalds his skin and singes his envy, snuffs out all of those acrid feelings and replaces them with a tender heat that glows pleasantly in your presence. 
and that, well, that will always be worth it. 
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found-wings · 1 year ago
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remember that one clip (I can find the link if u don't D:) of etoiles leaving after chatting with phil tubbo and foolish and as a joke he goes to phil and says 'phil- don't fucking forget' and the two just start repeating 'I will never forget' 'don't you forget who you are' 'if you forget just remember!' before moving to target foolish and quite literally bounce him around like a volleyball with punch knockback
anyway haha this fun scenario was great at the moment unless you make the fatal mistake I did and attach it to the code phil au and the torture sessions he's had with the federation (oh how I love taking non serious moments and making them Painful) and let me reach here bc im in the middle of essay writing and cant word this any better but those specific moments in an AU like this almost feel like foreshadowing to how the feds are basically taking phils identity away, forcing a split in his memory from before he had known he was partially code to after and making who he is today an entirely new person to who he was before this realization. along with the almost routinely memory wipes of the tests he's going through, I imagine that phil and etoiles would feel so bitter at how the federation seems to taint everything they touch and even affect memories that have nothing to do with them with making them age badly - 💿
Where are my crying emotes, where ARE MY CRYING EMOTES WAAAAAH
How DARE you, HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRYYY AJALANSJ
Okay but actually I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, LIKE??? HOLY SHIT
I have a vague idea on the clip you mean, I have bad memory so WHEEZE I don’t 100% remember, but I vaguely do, and GODS it‘s so PAINFUL BUT I LOVE IT
The amount of things I can do with that. The amount of IDEAS THAT GIVES ME
Me coming up with the possible quote of ”If you ever forget again, I‘ll be the one to remind you” that could pop up in a conversation later on and RAH, CRIES
Imagine when it‘s just the two of them, Phil quietly saying ”I‘m so sorry for forgetting” in reference to that silly memory that all of a sudden feels so bitter to think about, SOBS
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iamthecomet · 1 year ago
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And hoot again :D
Yeah, you’re very right (both with so quickly depending on it being overwhelming and with it showing how much I needed it)
The trip to therapy went quite well! The bus wasn‘t overly full on both ways, so I could sit down which was really good. I‘m still nervous for the first time that I’ll sit down on the floor if all seats are taken (it would be safer and better for me, but before I was always too scared to do that. Now that I have a cane that makes it sort of visible that I have trouble walking/standing, I want to try to do it).
I have suspected that I have hypermobile joints for a while (the problem is that I’m not in enough pain to really struggle so much that it would really be worth seeing a doctor for, but I’ll mention it when I got my next appointment). Part of the problem is my bad memory, because due to that I honestly can‘t even remember if I’m in pain (I know stuff constantly and quickly starts hurting but that’s probably normal in most cases and I also have a really high pain tolerance).
My body can do things it‘s apparently not supposed to do though
But I feel it with the cane, cause my wrist always sort of wobbles cause it’s really not stable. So I tried applying tape today, but only went to the very near grocery store that takes like a minute to walk to. So I don’t really know how much it has helped yet regarding walking with the cane. I do feel more comfortable though, and I think it‘s also helping me with writing and drawing
(On the video I watched the guy explained what the hypermobile thing in that hand he was showing it on is exactly, what it would look like if it wasn‘t hypermobile and what the tape is gonna do. And my thumb has the exact position that is a result of the joint being hypermobile (so like my suspicion doesn’t seem to be too wrong)
Since noon I had a really really bad headache that felt like my skull was split open and my brain crushed. So really not nice. I took 1,5 ibuprofen and later one paracetamol but nothing helped.
Then I tested myself cause I remembered that the only time I had such a bad headache was when I had COVID and boom! Positive
So yeah. I‘ll stay in bed tomorrow (and my head hurts so fucking much. I hate it)
I‘ll send you pics when the order gets here if you want! :D
But two pairs of Doc Martens sounds very nice!
A really sweet and funny story:
A friend of mine asked me to explain Ghost (as in, explain everything).
Three days ago I sent a video of like a few clips of Jutty, one of which being this clip in which he is like “unfollowing is bullying“ and “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨“
And since then, we‘ve constantly been sending “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨” back and forth (then we started to send the clip as a only one time viewable video so it wouldn’t be visible beforehand).
Today, I cut off the beginning of an edit and put that clip behind that to hide it and sent it to them. They have also hidden it in a poll on WhatsApp already
It turned into a game and we can‘t stop laughing about it because it‘s so fucking silly xD (it‘s practically like Rick-rolling)
wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨
(You just got wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨-ed. You‘re welcome xD)
~ @owlishanon
I'm glad it's still going well! It's good that it gives you so much peace of mind and that you feel confident doing what you need to do now without worrying that something awful is going to happen. But I'm so sorry that you have COVID! It's rotten. I hope you get lots of rest and your headache doesn't last too long. Sleep and drink lots of water! You can definitely send me pictures of the stuff you get when it comes in! I always love to see people's hauls! I am very excited about my docs. I paid $140 for both pairs, which is like half of one what one of them costs brand new. I feel VERY lucky about it. One pair is rusty orange suede, they're short boots. Great for every day. The other are standard black knee highs which have been my dream boots since, like, forever (I've owed many, many pairs of knee high lace-up boots, but none of them were Docs). The wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨 thing has me giggling. Thank you for that. What a great joke to have with your friends, seriously. Fucking Jutty. He kills me in the best ways.
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officialtayley · 1 year ago
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I really don‘t get the Israel/Palastine discussion.
I study politics, and have thoroughly gotten into the conflict, what‘s happening now and what the history of it is. And I’m not here to discuss - and I think we all agree what‘s happening is horrific and the civilians need help. Period. - but just here to say: it‘s fucking complex. It’s so, so complex.
Why would I want any celebrity’s take? Like serious question. I really don‘t get it. Celebrities are not famous, because they have incredible insight into politics. And so very often they open their mouth and it makes things worse. I want to watch the news, I want experts on the topic speaking about it, NGO taking action, shining light on the absolute horrors, and I want politicians to take action, fast. But I don’t want Britney Spearse to tweet about it? Especially in this highly polarized world we live in, where everything online is presented as black and white. There is no conflict more grey and complex at the moment than this one.
I love Paramore for speaking up about issues that are important to them. Especially local ones, where they can have an impact. But they are human beings, who might not understand all of it, who might shield themselves mentally. Who might donate or are involved as individuals. There‘s a difference between, say, starting a petition against a law in your home state, which might then be overthrown, and thinking that tweets from American celebrities on issues on the other side of the planet where terror is raging and even the freaking UN fail to establish ceasefire for the civilians.
God it must be exhausting when you‘re job is making music and people seem to care more about your tweets on highly political issues than the actual issue itself.
everyone is aware it is complex. and i'm sorry but no one cares about their opinion more than the issue itself, many of us have been supporting palestine and sharing anything that can bring attention and resources and everything.
i know the UN can't even agree on a ceasefire and it's due to the veto power the 5 permanent members of the UNSC have and in fact i only agree with china vetoing one resolution because it was written by the us and only called for a pause and seemingly didn't want to acknowledge the suffering palestinians are going through, and china didn't like that, russia also vetoed that one too. but then having such power means nothing is happening.
yes, their job is making music, but i'm sorry, when you have constantly liked to talk about using your platform/voice and not being afraid to speak up, and this is the time you decide to stay silent... you're going to be judged. as we all can see, a ceasefire is what's right, they could very easily sign that artists4ceasefire letter couldnt they? they don't have to understand the history to at least know that is important.
i also have to shield myself from some things, like anything to do with babies/kids due to a personal loss i went through, i have depression and ptsd but i do know there's plenty of things i can still see and engage in and use my voice. i also think it's silly to only use your platform if you think you're going to have an impact. either way, it takes two seconds to sign a letter asking for a ceasefire.
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anantaru · 2 years ago
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𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 !
˖˚˳⊹ awkward sex moments feat. xiao : albedo : childe : kaeya : diluc : kazuha : gorou : venti x fem! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : crack : edit: dubcon (alcohol) in ventis part
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xiao, who was so confused at first. Like, he couldn't get his cock inside of you and thought something was wrong with him. Fisted himself in front of your eagerly waiting hole, even resorted back in eating you out so you‘re nicely wet for him but in the end nothing worked, not even when he used his fingers to spread you open. Please! reassure and tell him that things like that happen more often than he would think they do. Will literally spiral back into saying he's a burden or a failure, —but don't worry—, just motion him to lay back and calm himself down while you're climbing on top of him, rubbing his flushed tip over your wet folds to collect your juices as a natural lubricant and slowly lower your body. The next expression on xiao's face isn't a sad one but rather a combination of desire and passion. <3
albedo, who wanted to try something new! read about it in a book he found on lisa‘s desk. He would lie if he said he wasn't excited because he always wanted to make sure you aren't getting bored in your relationship. Bought a bunch of ropes and a weird leather whip. Got the whole population of mondstadt confused and fucking weirded out because he was walking around with those newly purchased things in his hands, —literally like it‘s the most normal thing ever—. Sad part though, once he got home he was completely overwhelmed and didn‘t know how to use any of them since he had to return the book to the library before lisa‘d catch him for taking it in the first place. Thank the archons you took the lead from there and tied his hands against the headboard, tracing your fingers over his stomach to hook them up under the waistband of his boxers. Dating albedo is a lot, but it‘s not boring, that you‘re certain of.
childe, who got a cramp while fucking you silly but didn‘t want to stop because it might look like he‘s weak, —muscles painfully tightening with every thrust forward—. He knew you were about to cum and he himself was feeling his climax approach as well. Literally fucked you through his cramp but in the end it was too overwhelming for him, almost had some tears in his eyes. It was a combination of both the pain in his thigh and the pleasure that you inflicted on him that made him pull out in the end and hiss hard against his clenched teeth. Will collapse like a little baby next to you and whine out in a crying tone, you‘re obviously confused but once he‘s chanting, "a cramp a cramp." you couldn‘t help it but crack up, not even being mad that you just lost your orgasm.
kaeya, who was way too into it, his thrusts developing harsher, pounding into your sweet cunt as if it was his last time fucking you. —Didn‘t know how exactly he got so horny for you tonight—, maybe it was the pent up frustration in him but he just needed to cum inside of your pussy fast. Literally forgot his strength for a second when he pushed you closer to the headboard, grinding his cock into your cunt to make you squirm but what his ears were listening too weren‘t happy noises. Also witnessed a rather intriguing noise, —that sounded like someone ran into a door—, he was more than confused now. "Ah kaeya!" your whining alerted him in the end, gaze falling down to your body that rubbed your head angrily. Did he just really smack your head against the headboard with all of his might? yes, yes he did. Is he still balls deep inside of you while comforting and rubbing your scalp? yes, yes he is.
diluc, who's a little romantic, as we all know by now. <3 wanted to do something good for you, it was important to him to show you just how much you mean to him! placed rose petals all over the bed and lit up some candles for a good atmosphere. For him, it's all about showing you his love and adoration in an utmost beautiful way. He had you spread open on the bed, legs lazily thrown over his shoulders and fucking you hard into the mattress, going in on a newfound relentless pace. Diluc was on cloud nine, attempting to loop his arms over your head to kiss you passionately but accidentally slapped the lit up candle —which was still lighting bright on the nightstand for that gOoD aTmOspHeRe—and almost burned down the whole house. so passionate diluc! <3
kazuha, who was balls deep inside of your tight cunt, grinding his hard cock and arching his back whenever you'd unintentionally clench around him. He's so close, buried deep inside of your pussy, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck and taking in your addicting scent, he could practically feel his orgasm on top of his tongue when suddenly, "oh?" a mysterious voice approaching forward, "oh, sorry lovebirds." the both of you were quick to cover yourself with a blanket as no other than beidou herself leaned onto the doorframe. Worst thing wasn't that the both of you lost your orgasm but the embarrassment you felt while you were still stuffed full with kazuha's cock. Next thing was that you had to face beidou again after the both of you were done, face heating up while she was just laughing along. <3
gorou, who's eating you out like it's his last meal right now. His tongue pushing over your fluttering hole, prodding his wet muscle against it to tease you before licking a straight line over your pussy again. He was so confident in his abilities and adored it whenever you were vocal with him. But once he heard you giggle and hold back your laughter, he was more than confused. "Your ears." you're dying at this point, barely able to breathe and tears blurring your vision, "it tickles, your ears." gorou just bursted out laughing himself but rather embarrassingly, —his cheeks red now—, wiggling his furry ears involuntarily which made you crack up harder. Because the truth was that whenever gorou felt embarrassed he‘d wiggle both his tail and his ears at the same time, meaning the situation at hand was almost unsolvable.
venti, who wanted to have drunk sex but tripped over the second the both of you stumbled into the bedroom. Played it off immediately, got up and resumed in making out with you further, it was more teeth and tongue than anything and you could still taste the alcohol residue from his "little drink adventure" prior. He'd lay you onto the bed and get rid of your clothes in an instant, —was just way too horny tonight—, hastily throwing them on the floor and not giving a fuck. Everything seemed good at first but there was just a little problem because he couldn't get hard all of a sudden. Yes. you read that correctly. Literally fisted his soft cock in front of your pussy, spit on your cunt and rubbed it all over your folds but nothing worked. Fell asleep on top of you five minutes later.
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(itto : heizou : ayato version)
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nanamisflowerfield · 2 years ago
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Hello, I'm a new reader on your blog and I see the request are open, I want to test ask a scenario for Kamisato Ayato, where reader was reincarnated into Genshin Impact and was a fan of Ayato so she write a love letter. It's the first prompt
Thank you on advance and I like your writing it's very good ☺️
EGJEOÖE Thank you so much!! (////) Now you made me blush! And also thank you for the request! I really enjoyed it and also the theme of love letter! It‘s one of my favorite things x3 So thank you!!💕 I hope that you like it and have a great day!💕
"I was the one who wrote that love letter."
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Happily, you smiled at the character you had played. Kamisato Ayato. Your favorite character of Genshin Impact. Oh, how much you had cheered when you had pulled the blue-haired man! Unfortunately, you had to pull for his banner multiple times to get him, but you were alright with it, as you finally had him in your team! Nothing could make you happier now!
Well, that‘s what you thought at first until you went to your comfortable bed and fell asleep, cuddling yourself into sleep.
When you opened your eyes, you were staring at a bright blue and clearness sky. No sight of your lovely room. “Where am I…?“ You whispered under your breath, hearing a voice nearby. “Hey! You woke up!“ You slowly stood up, glancing back towards the direction of the voice that had called you. “Thoma…?“ Your (e/c) eyes widen at the sight of the blonde in front you.
How could he be standing in front of you? That good-looking blonde and tall guy was a Genshin character! Not a real life guy from your world!
“Oh, she woke up!“ You heard a lovely voice, as your eyes wandered towards the young woman, who stood now next to the Kamisato housekeeper. “Yes, my lady.“
And that was the day, when you had met Kamisato Ayaka and Thoma. You had talked a lot with them, but always kept to yourself that you got yourself reincarnated into Teyvat, the world of Genshin Impact, in which you knew every corner of as you played with several characters and as the traveler. You played every story, the side quests and did so much. But they would surely think that you got mad or crazy, if you would tell them about it, which is why you kept that fact as a secret.
Day after day had passed by and you lived your life as a servant of the Kamisato‘s, always helped Ayaka and Thoma out and glimpse every here and there at the older brother, Ayato. The one man that never had stopped lingering on your mind.
A silly idea had popped inside your mind, making your cheeks heat up for a few seconds. Should you really do this? But then you could finally tell him how you felt! You had to take that risk. Ayato will never figure out, who had send him this small love letter.
Weeks had passed by, since you had that small little idea of yours and you were sitting at your desk, holding your pen in your grasp, afraid that it could leave you, if you were letting it go. More nights have passed and you barely had written anything on the letter, not knowing what exactly you could write down. Maybe something like… a few sweet words and what you had thought of him? Or just blurt out your feelings and tell him why you had liked him. Just anything, you thought and finally brushed the pen over the paper, inking it with every word that you had thought of telling him. Your eyes wandered up, gazing out of the window to stare at the dark sky. “I wonder if he would be happy of it…“ You whispered silently, ignoring your warmed up cheeks to continue the love letter.
But this wasn’t the day that you would sneakily send him the letter, as you couldn’t find the strength to do this. Perhaps you could wait for some days…
And that’s what you did. You had talked with your friend Thoma, helped out Ayaka and even could call her a friend due to her persistence of wanting to befriend you and there were even times, when Ayato had took some breaks and spend his rare break time to talk to you! Your life was truly great and nothing could ever change it!
Even when you had sneaked inside the room of Ayato, putting the love letter carefully on his desk, before you dashed out and hoped that he would never figure it out, that you had send him this letter.
You had shut your eyes, hand grabbing your chest to calm yourself down as you walked now the floor of the large building back to your room, not realizing that beautiful ocean-blue eyes had followed your figure.
“He won‘t know…“ And you were so sure of it, but oh dear, were you wrong, because Ayato had already figured it out.
“(Y/N), how are you?“ Your eyes snapped towards the direction of one familiar person. „M-My lord, hello… Uh… I’m good. How are you?“ You had asked the blue-haired man, hoping that he won’t laugh at you for stuttering around him. “I’m good. Oh, could you maybe answer one question.“ You nodded your head, waiting for him to ask his question. “My question is, if you perhaps saw somebody entering my room yesterday.“ You gulped, eyes wide by his question. He was just asking that question, because of the letter! He doesn’t know that you had put it in there! “No, my lord. I’m sorry.“ Ayato nodded slightly with his head, smiling at you softly, before he walked off and leaving you nervously in the garden.
The same place that you had spend your current time now. The moon shined so brightly on the dark sky, no clouds hiding the full moon that send you some light, while you were sitting there, gaze lifted up to the sky and mind wandering towards this day. Should you have told him about it? It was Kamisato Ayato. He knows everything and could figure everything out. In only some days, he would know about your little secret that you were his admirer. “Good to see you here.“ A low voice whispered into your ear, making you nearly jump out of your seat. “M-My lord! Hello…“ You treated him, your hand brushing over the ear that had barely touched the tall man’s lips, while he sat himself next to you.
“Don‘t you want to tell me anything?“ He raised his eyebrow, smirk gracing his beautiful lips, as he stared at you knowingly and at that moment you knew that he had figured it out. A small sigh escaped you, before your eyes left his gaze to look up, cheeks getting warmer by every second. “I was the one who wrote that love letter.“ You finally had admitted, not daring to glance at him out of fear that he would reject you. But you were met with silence and a warm feeling on your hand. Slowly, your eyes looked down at your hand to see Ayato’s on your hand, holding it carefully like a flower. Your gaze went up to the man you had confessed at to notice that he was now the one who stared at the full moon. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?“ The knowing smirk formed into a sweet smile, never letting go of your hand. “… It is.“ You send him a shy smile, glancing up at the bright white moon.
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neoheros · 4 years ago
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what would kuroo say to your new boyfriend?
nothing rude or disrespectful — he’s still someone with a sense of respect. his attitude and personality depends on the sole fact that he’s a built leader with an impressive set of manners to match.
he cherishes his memories with you well, accepting that even if the two of you didn’t work out, everything you both shared would always be worth it anyway.
but even if that was the case, if it was up to kuroo, the two of you would’ve never, in a million years, broken up.
in the world he dreams of — you would still run his way to give him a quick kiss in the halls instead of making up excuses to avoid him. and there, he’d still see you walk around campus in his nekoma team jacket instead of remembering your tear stained features when you insisted on returning it to him.
if kuroo had his way, he would’ve never let you tell him that he lost you and that there wasn’t a chance to get you back.
“kuroo? this is for the graduation video seniors have to participate in but uhm, i can go if you’re too busy.”
kuroo blinks and the reality sets in.
he finds himself next to his friends, a shy girl with a video camera in front of him as she scratches her cheek in nervousness.
“it’s okay,” he nods, “i’ll pay attention, i promise.”
the younger student exhales a breath of relief, propping up the camera steadily and the urge to get the whole thing over with is evident in the way her fingers shake.
he answers her questions with a breeze, including the part where he had to give his future self a message (that bit he found way too cheesy by the way), and before he knew it, the interview was almost over.
“last one — it’s kinda silly but — if you had anything to say to your ex’s new partner, what would it be?”
kuroo could hear the delight in her voice as she realized that this nerve wracking experience was coming to an end, but he really couldn’t get a grip on what answer would be suitable for that kind of question.
what would he say to your new boyfriend?
out of instinct, his glance falls to your regular lunch table where you’re surrounded by your usual crowd. you sit in your usual seat and he distinctly remembers how you always used to save him the spot next to you.
you look so nice today in your cashmere sweater, and he doesn’t fail to notice the smile that dangles on your lips as one of your friends says something funny.
“kuroo?” the interviewer calls out to him, and this time he realizes he’s been spacing out - staring at you.
he laughs nervously, scratching his cheek as he blinks back into reality, “sorry.”
and he’s brought back to the question.
what would he say?
he thought of the things he’d want to say to your new person, bouncing back and forth from the fact that they shouldn’t give you daisies because they made you sneezy or that they shouldn’t lend you sweatshirts because chances are that you wouldn’t be giving them back.
he‘d tell them to never bring you to arby’s because you hated their service with a burning passion or to never drive with the windows down because you’re too sensitive to the cold — all that among a million other things he memorized about you for the reason that in his eyes — you were the kind of person worth memorizing.
he’d tell them to never let you drive since you have a worthless sense of direction, he’d tell them to always bring you an extra jacket because you always forget — he’d tell them your favorite place to be kissed is by the nape of your neck.
kuroo would tell them that he met you first, and that the only person actually deserving of you is no one else but him.
and it isn’t until now that he realizes that he knew so much about you that it‘s so hard to believe that he isn’t your soulmate.
who could he love more than you?
your gaze falls to him mid laughter, the joy on your face dropping almost instantly as you realize that he’s been looking at you.
you send him a reluctant nod, a small polite grin to keep it pleasant, but once your friend asks for you attention again, you don’t hesitate to forget that he was there.
kuroo sighs, a wavering smile on his lips. his shoulders are tense, relaxing a bit when he says, “i’d tell them to give them back to me.”
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imaslutforremusandsirius · 4 years ago
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hi i saw your requests were open and i love your writing so i just had to submit something! could i request something with all three of the boys? maybe the boys didn’t let her cum the night before for no reason (just for their fun lol) and she’s annoyed with them the whole day and decides not to speak with them? the rest is up to u hehe
Don‘t pout
Thank you sm! And thank you for requesting :)
Yo this is filth🗣 but what else is new
Warning: 18+
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You had been ignoring your doms all day, not even sparing them a look when they greeted you in the morning. The second Sirius sat down next to you in potions you went so far as to getting up and looking for a different group to work with.
“What the fuck was that little stunt?” He yelled at you when he caught you alone in the classromm.
“What do you mean?” You responded, raising your brow. “I didn’t do anything.”
You damn well knew what he meant, but you were too angry to care. 
“Oh so you wanna be a brat? Is that it?” Sirius raged, “Alright. You know I like to make you beg.”
“And apparently you like not letting me cum after edging me the whole night! Who does that!”
Sirius went silent at that, before he forcefully stood up from his chair and backed you against a wall. 
“You keep forgetting that we can do whatever we want sweetheart” His voice was low, dangerously so. That’s how you knew that he wasn’t playing around. “So if you know what’s good for you, you shut up and take it. Do you understand?”
You gulped, not wanting to anger him more. Without the other boys here he would have no one to ground him and your punishment would be really unpleasant. You might like pain, but not as much as James, which is why Sirius let his more extreme fantasies out on his friend, not you.
“Yes, Sir.” 
He sneered at you one last time before he pushed himself off the wall and left the classroom.
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The was a tradition you and your boyfriends had for the past year. All of you would always fall asleep in one bed, every night. It was a way to show, that no matter what happend during the day, at night you would lay your differences aside and enjoy your close proximity.
But you were still pissed and not ready to blindly follow their rules. If you were to sleep in their dorm tonight, you would definitely lose your cool and explode, which is why you stayed in your room. It was already well passed midnight when you noticed that you had left your wand on the couch in the common room.
„Oh come on“ you whined quietly and pulled your hair in annoyance. „Fucking wand.“
Getting up as slow as possible you slipped out of the room and tip toed your way down to the couches. When you nearly reached them you heard low voices and you peaked around the corner.
You boyfriends were curled up around each other around the fireplace, conversing softly. You could faintly make out Remus‘ face and James‘ head resting on his shoulder. Sirius‘ back was facing you. Remus had something in his hand and was twirling it around. Your wand.
„Fucking shit“ you whispered and decided to just turn around and get it in the morning when you heard Remus speak.
„Get over here, I can smell you, you know.“
Your banged your head against the wall in anger for your carelessness. Of course Remus would know! Stepping away from the wall you squared your shoulders and held your head up high. Walking over to them you stopped a meter or so away and held out your hand.
„My wand, please.“
Wiggling your fingers impatiently you waited, growing angrier by the second when the boys only laughed at you.
„My wand, please.“ Remus mocked and gave you a smirk. „Is that all you have to say?“
„Remus, give me my fucking-“
Your voice cut off with a painful gasp as James pulled you down by your wrist, your knees banging on the floor. Letting go of your wrist he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his nose touching yours.
„We haven‘t been around for one day and you already think that you can just do as you please?“
„James-“
He squeezed harder, nails slightly digging in and you winced at the pinching sensation.
„That is not my name.“
You shut your mouth in irritation and glared back at him, not backing down.
„Oh so you wanna play? Sirius told us what happened today. Apparently you think that you can decide shit for yourself?“
You dug your hand in his wrist and seeing him wince with the pressure brought you immense satisfaction.
„I can do whatever I want, if my doms think it‘s okay to not let me cum even if I fucking deserved it, James!“
Damn, that felt good. Both of you were breathing heavy now, a full on staring contest between you two. The others were silent, watching the exchange with amusement.
„Did you hear her boys“ James sneered „she‘s mad that she couldn‘t cum. How unfortunate..“
He twisted his hand and you were forced to turn. Pulling his hand back he pressed you flush against his chest and pulled you on his lap, Remus taking your hands and restricting them in your lap.
„You wanna cum, huh? Alright then, let‘s make you cum.“ James hissed and Sirius pulled your bottoms off, spreading your legs wide.
„Oh look at your cunt“ Sirius cooed „all sore from last night. Your clit is still swollen, baby.“
Your legs twitched when he softly thumbed over your clit. Sirius pressed a kiss on the same spot, tongue peaking out to give you kitten licks over your slit.
You felt James‘ palm enclose around your throat and tilt your hand back. His calloused fingers wrapped tightly around the sides of your soft skin, pressing and cutting off your blood circulation lightly. You felt a faint dizziness and pushed your hips against Sirius‘ face.
„Please touch me“ you begged, voice a little hoarse „Please, I need you.“
Your eyes were trained on James‘ but your words were directed towards the boy who was currently teasing you by fucking you slowly with his fingers.
When Remus was sure that you wouldn‘t fight back he let go of your wrists and joined Sirius between your legs. James hooked his arms under your knees and pulled your legs up, your cunt lewdly on display. The sight alone made the two boys groan with yearning, to see you so open and wet.
„We‘re all gonna fuck you“ Sirius drawled, adding a third finger and Remus‘ lips locked around your clit, sucking soundly while he stared up at you. „One after the other, until there is nothing more that you can give.“
Remus‘ hands pulled James‘ pants down along with his underwear and his cock curled up towards your cunt, throbbing and eager to sink into your tight hole. Sirius took his fingers out and jerked James to lubricate him, pushing his cock inside this time. James stretched you open, the a burning sensation accompanied the fullness of your pussy and you opened your legs further.
James wrapped both arms around your knees and pulled them up, pounding you deeply. Remus sat on the couch and pulled your head back, silencing your moans by making you choke on him.
„Can‘t have you scream like a whore, can we?“ He laughed, albeit a little breathless by the way you were curling your tongue around his length. He shuddered when you moaned, the vibrations making him fucker deeper in your wet mouth.
Sirius only watched from the floor, jerking himself leisurely as he watched his two best friends fuck their girl silly. Sirius liked to be the last to fuck you, when you were so full of their cum, twitching and begging. When you barley had your voice and tried to crawl away.
You trembled in their arms, as you came for the first time, squeezing James so tight he had to readjust and hold you down to chase his own orgasm. Remus pinched your nose shut and fucked your open mouth, spit leaking out of the corner of your mouth as you cried out with overstimulation. Finally Remus pulled away, fisting the base to keep himself from coming yet.
„Ah fuck yes“ James groaned, latching his mouth on your bare shoulder to keep his voice down. He came, breathing heavy as his cock pulsed inside of you and his movements slowed until he pulled out. His head fell back with a satisfied sigh and he let Remus pick you up.
Remus bend you over the back of the couch, not wasting any time. He held your hands behind your back and pushed in with a strong thrust, his pace punishing.
„You dirty bitch I can feel James‘ cum inside of you. You like that? You like being filled with our cum?“
You were gasping for breath with every push of his hips, your walls clenching and fluttering around his unyielding cock. He didn‘t care if it was too much, you were forced to take him. You were forced to feel James‘ cum leak down your legs as Remus replaced it with his own.
„Yes“ you cried out „Want it! Please Sir!“
You heard the slap before you felt it, your lust hazy brain needing a few seconds to register the pain. James spanked you again and again and again, until your flesh flushed and you had clear imprints of his hand on your ass.
„So now we‘re Sir again?“ he hissed „Now that you get what you want?“
Remus stilled, going impossibly slow now. „Maybe I shouldn’t give you my cum...“ he said, grinning when he felt you push back.
„No please“ you gasped, tears already forming „Please I need it. Want it!“
„What do you want?“ Remus pressed, thrusting hard to encourage you.
„Ah“ you shrieked „Want cum! Want cum!“
„Where do you want cum?“ James kept pressing, spanking you again. The tears were flowing freely at this point, all shreds of dignity and pride flushed down the drain.
„My cunt! Want cum in my cunt, pleaseplease-“
Remus lost his control and positions his hands on the back of the couch next to your head, using the leverage to pound into you. In this position he put his entire body weight into one thrust, hitting your spot every time. You could only lay there, body taunt and eyes screwed shut.
And then James spanked you, the pain so intense and sharp that you came again, not a single sound escaping you. Remus came just after you, so much cum that it leaked out on its own, mixing with James‘ as it ran down your inner thighs.
Remus smeared the fluids on your skin, chuckling when you whined and pushed back against his hand.
„Want more“ you pleaded and made your way down to Sirius. „Please, one more!“
Sirius cooed and stroked his hand through your hair, pressing soft kisses along your sweaty hairline.
„On your back and spread those beautiful legs for me, baby.“
You grinned and laid down, spreading your legs. Sirius smiled proudly when he saw your eagerness and gently trailed your quivering cunt with the tip of his cock.
„Such a pretty pussy, so full already. Good girl, taking us so well..“ he moaned, breath hitching when he slipped inside easily.
„See how easy I got in? See how fucked out you are?“
You whimpered at the pain of being used so thoroughly, your body protesting against another orgasm. But you soldiered through the pain, making grabby hands at Sirius.
„Kiss, please“ you pleaded meekly, pouting your soft lips. Sirius shivered at the sight, letting himself being pulled down and kissed you soundly, sucking on your tongue and biting your lips.
„Fuck I can taste Remus on you lips, that‘s so fucking hot..“ He groaned.
You let him lick into your mouth and trace every inch of your teeth and lips. Remus and James appeared on either side of you, pulling and pinching your tits. They were messy about it, stuffing your mouth with their fingers when you got too loud and soon your chest was covered in bruises.
Sirius had his head thrown back as he succumbed to his orgasmic haze, biting his fist to keep in high pitched and hoarse moans. He came so hard that the world momentarily turned white at the edges of his vision and your back arched at the sight. Your eyes stayed glued on his body, the way his muscles clenched and the veins in his neck popped.
„Oh fuck“ he whined „oh fuck, yes..“ He groaned, watching you clench around nothing when he took his cock out, smearing his head on your clit. You convulsed slightly, still coming down from your high and closed your legs as your curled up.
„So full“ you whimpered, letting James pull you to his chest and carry you towards their dorm.
„I know baby, m’gonna clean you up and let you rest. Okay?“
You nodded in relief and slumped against him, watching from over his shoulder as Remus and Sirius stayed behind a little, softly making out.
„Okay.“
Thank god, you don‘t think you could handle another round.
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harpygon · 2 years ago
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I posted 3,684 times in 2022
That's 3,479 more posts than 2021!
1,163 posts created (32%)
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I tagged 2,105 of my posts in 2022
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#5
I like to believe that Pixandria has a Base 12 number system.
For those who don't know, a Base 12 number system means that you have twelve numbers before the numbers become two digits long.
I got the idea because of Pixl' s candle monument. Because after twelve candles he puts a lantern.
So maybe, the citizens of Pixandria have a Base 12 number system. Before they started to become more exposed to common (which has a regular Base 10 number system) they used it exclusively, both for their official trading and their personal matters but now it's mostly used for tradition/religion related stuff.
Like mourning candles...
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#4
Honey always held a certain importance for Pixandria.
It‘s non perishable. It can be stored for as long as need be, meaning that when the droughts ruined this seasons crop, or when sand storms interfered with any plans to go fishing, they at least had something to keep them from starving. A little sweetness to help in their ruin.
If your live wasn‘t currently intercepted by natural disaster, having honey meant that you could bake honey cakes. Soft, dense, sweet cakes that filled you up enough to go on with your day. Everyone has their own „special“ recipes. Some add Poppy Seeds, others the sweet flesh of a cactus fruit, but the base recipe barely changes from household to household. It‘s the most eaten treat they have. It‘s their national dish and the Pixandrians hold pride in it. Because it shows how they have made something out of nothing, how they have made the uninhabitable dessert their home and the sickenly sweet honey and boring bread into an amazing sweet.
Of course, the honey itself made a great sweet if eaten with fruit or cooked down to candy. These sweets had none of the balance of their honey cakes, but they were sweet and both young and old enjoyed it.
Honey was synonymous with safety, with community and pride and the citizens of Pixandria cherished it.
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#3
Also reminder for the first time watchers: Take the trigger warnings for the inbetween cut scenes (if there are some) serious. It's not a joke.
Look after yourself. It's okay to stop watching, you will be able to find multiple recaps of the events on Twitter.
182 notes - Posted February 11, 2022
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Wake up babe, new Empires lore just dropped. There is a demon school system. and Scott didn‘t come to Xornoth‘s graduation apparently.
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My #1 post of 2022
Soon, Tommy will write a cover of „Jubilee line“ in which he just describes all the illnesses he has gotten while living in Brighton. But instead of sad, its going to be hyper-pop.
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thedeathdeelers · 3 years ago
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Juke; a very short story:
Luke stares out of his bedroom window, watching the night sky as his mind struggles yet again to come up with new song writing material. His eyes bounce from one star to the other, frustration growing within him even as he marvels at their shining beauty.
Suddenly a shooting star briefly chases away the inky darkness of the sky, making its way across its expanse as it lights everything up in its path, momentarily blinding him. It‘s the brightest burning star he’s ever seen.
He blinks away the bright spots in his eyes once the star disappears as abruptly as it appeared, and remembers his mother telling him all those years ago about wishing upon shooting stars.
And while Luke doesn’t necessarily believe in any of the little silly stories he was told as a child, he figures he’s got nothing to lose.
“Oh brightest burning star,” he starts off dramatically, waving his arm in the air, “I wish for music to come pouring back into my life. Help me find music again!”
Luke laughs at the silence that follows, then laughs at himself some more before shaking his head and turning back to his bedroom, ready to flop onto his bed and mentally prepare himself for his last first day of school.
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The very next day, Luke Patterson hears Los Feliz’s new transfer student, Julie Molina, sing for the very first time.
He starts believing in miracles and childish fairy tales the second her voice reaches his ears. Because either Julie Molina was the shooting star blazing across his sky last night, or the stars decided to grant him his wish.
Either way, music found its way back into his life with blinding force, all in the shape of one new transfer student.
Julie Molina, his brightest burning star.
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found-wings · 10 months ago
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silly writing for the crimson stained feathers au :D
ft mainly phil, hinted techno and cellbit at the end
A series of strained coughs escape Phil as his hands scratch at the earth beneath him, the small claws digging into it as far as he can. He tries not to scratch at his neck as he struggles to breath, fearing he might further injure himself if he attempts to.
His wings are cramping in pain as they attempt to stretch out yet curl together at the same time. Eyes slipping shut for a few moments every so often as his forehead rests on the ground, back aching up against the pained wings.
For a very brief moment in the back of his mind he can swear he hears a soothing whisper, guiding him through this just like they have always done.
"C‘mon Phil. You aren‘t gonna lose to that weakling again, are ya?"
Phil wishes he could respond to that playful tease that is yet filled with pained concern at watching his friend suffer with nothing to be done. Nothing to help against the pull into the subconscious, against the burning feeling that floods his entire body as if everything was disintegrating and then rebuilding itself into something new.
But even as he tries to respond, not wanting his best friend, his flock to worry, the only thing that comes out of him is another choked out sob of tears that have been building up in pain.
It feels like he‘s slipping from the world, but it‘s nothing like the times he‘s almost slipped into Her embrace.
"You‘re so much stronger than him. I know that, I know you."
Phil shakes his head, the pain fading into that scary numb feeling and he knows he‘s losing against Him. He‘s not ready to let go just yet but it appears it‘s not his decision to act on no matter how much he fights against it.
"You should ask Fit to help you through this. Even if I‘m not there with you right now, Fit can be."
Fit wouldn‘t be able to handle Him.
Hell, Phil can barely even handle Him, even Techno can barely stand up to Him and that is a thought- no, fact he hasn‘t been able to face for all the many years he‘s trusted Techno with this.
He‘s not strong enough for this, he‘s failed again and what if he doesn‘t return this time? What if He fully takes over today?
What will He do to Chayanne and Tallulah? What about Missa? What about the other Eggs, all the other Islanders- They are all part of his family in one way or another, he can‘t bare the thought of them suffering at His hands. Or his own hands.
"I think you have company."
And just as he hears those fading words, a hand settles on his back, at his wings and suddenly everything relaxes. The tight and choking feeling on his throat and lungs becomes loose, fresh air flowing in.
"It‘s okay, it‘s okay. I got you, you‘ve got this," Cellbit‘s concerned voice sounds through just as Phil tries to sit up, promptly causing his vision to fade to black and have his body almost crash back into the torn up earth again if it wasn‘t for Cellbit immediately catching him.
It takes a couple of minutes for Phil to properly be able to start making sense of the world again, simply sitting there with Cellbit making sure he wasn’t going to black out again.
Well, on one hand Phil managed to fight back against Crimson long enough for him to back off.
On the other hand.. he has no clue how Cellbit managed to find him.
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astranne · 3 years ago
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Congratulations on 200 followers! May you gain a thousand more! :D
I have a request for the event that you are doing to celebrate: Xingqiu joins the Fatui.
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SNIPPET fatui!xingqui
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notes // hi hi anon ^^ thank you so much for this request, i love this idea, gave me brainrot thoughts the moment i read it :D and yes requested right, i just made it fatui!xingqui. since you didn't add more background info, my mind went a bit wild 👀 it went a bit downhill, but i love bitter xingqui, even tho he shouldn't even be bitter at all lmao. the snippet is rather fanon, especially about xingqui‘s family and it‘s members. (i almost forgot to post this 💀 and it‘s not edited, i‘m too tired for that i‘m sorry :/)
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fatui!xingqui; being gifted with a vision as a young boy. the moment he showed the family head his hydro vision, his parents and he suddenly were in a higher position than before. it was nice to live without the scorn of his cousins and other family members, yet they whispered behind his back, talking about how he didn't deserve a vision.
fatui!xingqui; taking pride with the possession of the vision and as it follows with the ancient martial art 'rain cutter' and later, as he grows up, 'life ender'. while liyue's people were prideful of the second son of the feiyun commerce guild, his own brother looked at him with envy and hate. as the heir, he normally should have more power, yet he doesn't have a vision.
fatui!xingqui; looking at his own family with hidden disdain, his grandfather greedy with power he doesn't hold, his parents following every command of their betters and his brother slowly but surely starting to hate him.
fatui!xingqui; spending less and less time with his duties and studying everything useful he can get between his hands. this is how he learned 'life ender' after all, the first in a very long time. his ambition grew and grew, for why should his family, who didn't receive any recognition of the gods, command him with silly and useless things?
fatui!xingqui; telling his family he wants to travel teyvat, to research all kinds of things, while publishing his adventures. he twists his words and his grandfather immediately assumes, his grandson will grow their empire.
fatui!xingqui; meeting la signora, seeing the power she holds, vision-wise and political-wise. while he already has both of it too, there is nothing wrong in wanting more power. he straight up goes to her and demands to become a fatui.
fatui!xingqui; getting send to shneznaya, to a training camp, with la signora as mentor. she admires his bravery and sees potential in him. xingqui races through any kind of training and ascends to a the personal assistant of la signora. he is by her side, when she steals barbatos gnosis, and watches with a marbled face, how the raiden shogun executes her.
fatui!xingqui; taking the position as the 8th harbringer, now known as guan yu, wielding both hydro and pyro with his sword and polearm. thanks to his ancient martial technique, the strain of a delusion is not as strong as with other fatui, something many admire.
fatui!xingqui; not leaving sneznaya for a long time, teaching new recruits the ancient art and building his own special force. he takes his time, since he knows they will be better than any normal foot soldier of the fatui. and when he finally meets the traveler face to face, well... that's a story for another time.
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ASTRANNE 2022
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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years ago
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Twisted Tales: So This is Love Review
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Elizabeth Lim hits out of the park again with her twisted tale as she transforms into a princess that I found boring and uninteresting into a riveting heroine to root for. And she doesn't even change her personality!
Cinderella is still kind, still compassionate, still dreamy and optimistic. But after Lady Tremine locks her in the attic, preventing her from ever trying the glass slipper and then tries to SELL her, Cinderella decides to take fate in her own hands. Compelled to never feel as helpless as before, she escapes and with her kind personality befriends a seamstress at the castle where she gets a new job.
Though a part of her hopes that Prince Charles may recognize her (he doesn’t), she also realizes how silly that wish is. Passively dreaming and pretending to be happy only left her helpless to the whims of others, so now she will focus on doing her best work as handmaiden to the king’s visiting sister, the eccentric Duchess Genevieve of Orleans. Who is my fav character btw. She’s like a coconut, stern and hard on the outside but sensible and soft inside. Lim also takes time to develop Prince Charming, Prince Charles here. He has return after four years at university where he learned a little more about his kingdom like the poverty, high taxes, and riots and so wants to implement some changes to the kingdom. However, that is totally against the plans of the primary villain of the piece, Grand Duke Ferdinand. He is classist and a royalist, who has worked hard to keep the education, lands, council positions and money in the hands of fellow lords. He doesn’t want young upstarts and peasants having important positions, overruling tradition. Giving jobs based on merit and not title, ridiculous! Really that whole thread gives such pre French Revolution vibes and I love it.
But there’s still magic in the air as Cinderella finds out her Fairy Godmother is technically exiled from the kingdom. All fairies are because the Grand Duke/other lords feared the bad fairies always cursing monarchy (and giving miracles to peasants for being pure of heart. And not fellow nobility because hehe they tend to be less pure of heart nor hardworking). And because Cinderella is Cinderella, she seeks to help her friend and stay honest even as she gets caught up in the palace intrigue. There are more things weaved into it, like the bonding between Charles and Cinderella, allowing readers to see how they can connect beyond one beautiful dance, but I can’t spoil how that all comes about.
But the real treat of Lim’s writing is her beautiful prose in creating this world. It’s feels as lush and romantic as a painting and again, gives me pre French Revolution vibes. It’s a wonderful blend between historical atmosphere and the dreamy “This is love” sequence.
And again, Lin’s true talent lies with character progression and development as she depicts Cinderella’s struggle to believe in herself/good fortune after the years of abuse she endured. How her attempts at pretending the Tremines needed her and loved her somewhere deep down had to be put to rest as it‘s not right to put all the work on Cinderella, the victim, to earn the Tremines love and respect. How she backs away from her possible happy ending because she’s scared it won’t last because she’s “nothing.” It’s so so well developed. I love her growth and her final confrontation with Tremine is one of the biggest highlights for me. 5 out of 5 stars or glass slippers. It’s well worth the read.
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