#it's been around a year but its the kind of wound i fear may never fully heal

[mirthfullyme]

nobody ever tells you about how soul-crushing and heart wrenching losing a platonic soulmate can be. like, you were half of my soul and now i may not know you anymore but i can't even watch some of my favorite movies without thinking of us.

[thelargefrye]

THE LONELY DEVIL ... one - shot (18+)

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pairing : devil!seonghwa x human!f!reader

genre : smut, devil may cry inspired, angst, kind of lovers to strangers to lovers, unhappy ending

word count : 3.2k

warnings : language, murder, blood / body gore, choking, ritual sacrifices, stabbing, cutting hand open

smut warnings : unprotected sex, mommy kink, masturbation, blood as an aphrodisiac of some sorts

note : part of the mommy!may event by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie ALSO thank you for reading it!

you were like a star, shining brightly and seonghwa feared that one day you would go out. so he made sure that would never happen.

everything about you pisses seonghwa off. from your cheery attitude, to your bright smile, your little cottage in the woods, and especially your meals that you prepare for the two of you. seonghwa hates himself for letting in fall in a rhythm with you. for potentially starting a life here with you in your cottage. he hates you.

or at least he wants to hate you. because no matter how hard he tries, he just can't. he wants to hate your cheery attitude, your bright smile, the little cottage, and your meals. he wants to hate how your body fits perfectly with his. how it presses comfortably against his own as you join together to become one.

he wants to hate how his cock fits perfectly inside of you and how pretty your breast look as the bounce while you ride him. he wants to hate it all, you're a human. weak and replaceable and he could easily kill you with a snap of his fingers. he's tried doing it before. managed to tackle you to ground, his hands wrapped tightly around your throat. your eyes watering as you tried to rip his hands away, but something stopped him.

the thought of seeing your lifeless body made him want to throw up. he felt a lump form in his throat as your face slowly change colors before he was finally releasing his hands as he slowly watch the ugly purple color fade from your face. you were trying to grasp for any breath you could as you moved away from seonghwa, using your nails to drag your body away from the half-devil. seonghwa noticed the fear in your tear-stricken eyes.

the fear he wanted to see on your face since he met. the fear that doesn't feel as good as it usually does.

"y/n..." his voice is emotionless as he calls out to you, but you curl into yourself and flinch when he tries to reach for you.

seonghwa knew he crossed a line that he will never be able to fix. he watched you as if you were a wounded animal, eyes watching him and his movements. that was when seonghwa decided it was time for him to go. "i'll be taking my leave and i will not be returning," he tells you as he goes to the yamato that rested peacefully against the wall by the door.

he gave you one last look before he turned on his heel and disappeared into the night, leaving you a sobbing mess on the floor. your heart laying broken as you watched the man you had feel in love with leave.

its not until a few years later that seonghwa still thinks about you everyday and how he yearns to go back to your small cottage, but he can't. so he sticks to the memory of you, but even the memory of you and your everything is beginning to fade.

but then one day he feels as odd sensation twist in his stomach. its unsettling and he hates that feeling that has sudden appeared. he knows that something is wrong with you, like some weird sixth sense that you are in danger. but are you really in danger or does his body just miss you.

the half-devil lets out an irritated sigh as he determines that he needs to go check on you. its been years since he last felt that ungodly twist in his stomach, similar to the one he felt all those years ago when he saved from those demons and falling off the cliff.

however, what he hopes for the feeling to subdue or disappear only increases when he approaches your cottage to find it ransacked and empty. no evidence of you, and that's when seonghwa knows the feeling of danger was true. whoever took you weren't demons, they weren't smart enough for that. no, it had to be humans, humans that would be dead as soon as seonghwa got his hands on them.

seonghwa would rather not admit how easy it was to track you down. your scent basically imprinted into his mind; however, against it he may be, he is grateful that's he's able to track you down nonetheless. your scent leads him to a large church with a statue of sparda, his father, standing proudly outside of it.

of course it would be cultist who worship his father. did they kidnap you because they somehow figured you had been in contact with one of sparda's children? or was it just pure coincidence? either way, they were going to die for touching you.

bursting into the church, seonghwa feels his anger bubble inside of him when he's greeted with the sight of you laid out before him and everyone else in the church on a stone table.

"ah! one of sparda's offsprings have come to us! the sacrifice will be complete and will be able to resurrect the great sparda!" the head of cult says and seonghwa grips the yamato tightly within his gloved hand before unsheathing it and pointing it at the head.

"you have about ten seconds to step away from the girl before i fucking cut your head off!" seonghwa threatens making the cultist laugh, seeing seonghwa's threat as empty.

seonghwa then feels the world around him slow down as he watches in horror at how the head cultist takes a decorative knife – something that would be used in ritual, and plunges it into your chest. seonghwa lets out a scream in anger before he's letting his rage take over him.

this of course only angers the half-devil even more before he moving and easily killing the head cultist, the head of the man slowly sliding off his body and to the floor before it rolls a few feet away from his body. blood squirts out, spraying seonghwa, your body, and anyone nearby before its toppling to the floor. the rest of the cult is in shambles as some are screaming and running while some are running in an attempt to hurt seonghwa. however, he easily cuts them until there is no left in the church.

seonghwa lets out one last sigh before he's turning back to look at you. his heart drops to his stomach as he drags his body back over to you, he looks down at you with terrified eyes as he notices that you are just barely breathing. taking the knife out of you, seonghwa is gently when he pulls you into his arms before he's collapsing onto the floor.

"y/n?" he calls out, doing his best to wipe the blood away from your face as he takes in how oddly peaceful you look. a cold chill runs down his spine as he cradles your face close to his. "i'm sorry," he says, kissing your cheek.

"h-hwa," your voice is broken and weak and it makes seonghwa want to cry, but he holds it back. "h-hwa is... that you?" you ask trying your best to turn to look at your lost lover.

"shh, it is me, i'm here," he tells you as he notices you let out a couch, blood running down your chin and seonghwa is quick to wipe it away.

"t-thank you... thank you, hwa," you tell him, your own eyes filling with tears when he finally gains the courage to look at you. it then that he realizes you're dying. dying because of him and his bloodline.

as he's holding your body close to him, its then that he realizes there is a way to save you. his is one of sparda's sons, if there's anything that could save you, it would be the exact thing that caused this mess.

his blood.

in quick movements, seonghwa is basically ripping his glove off as he's summoning the yamato to him. he then gently rest you against the stone table, propping your body against it, he notes how you have a dazed and dull look into your eyes. he's running out of time.

he doesn't even know if he plan will work, but something is better than watching you die before him.

"don't worry, y/n, i'm gonna take care of you," he says as he slices his head open in one quick motion before he's watching the blood slowly begin to surface. "here, y/n, open your mouth for me," he says and you weakly listen to you. thankfully your tongue is just poking out enough for where he can easily run your tongue across the open cut. his blood staining your tongue and seonghwa is urging your mouth close.

seonghwa can feel his heart thumping in his ears as he watches you, your eyes are half lidded and he tell that you're struggling to breathe. and he thinks that maybe his blood – sparda's blood – isn't working. then the dread of you possibly dying washes over him as he moves back over closer to you.

"y/n? hey, are you... okay?" he asks as he takes your face into his hands and turns you to face him.

"s-seong... seonghwa... it hurts," you say and seonghwa can tell you're struggling with just talking.

"it's okay, it'll be okay," he tells as he gently caresses your face. "listen... i'm–

"n-no... shh," you tell him as you weakly try to hit at his leg. seonghwa lets his hands drop from your face in order to pull you into his chest. "l-love you," you whisper almost like it was a breath.

"i love you too," seonghwa tells you. "i'm sorry for leaving that night," he adds on before lightly intertwining his fingers with yours.

"h-hwa," you breathe out and the half-devil feels your grip lighten in his hold. "i-i feel different. feel hot," you tell him as your hand slips out of his to fall into your lap.

"hot?" he repeats a little surprised by your words and watches as you weakly nod you head.

then as if suddenly, you're ripping yourself away from seonghwa. throwing your body away and across the floor away from him as you let out a wretched scream that shakes your lover to his core. he notices how your hair begins to a stark white like his own and he wonders if his blood is finally starting to work.

"s-seonghwa," you look at the half-devil in front of you with half lidded eyes before you're reaching out to him. "s-seonghwa... my, my body– it-it burns," you say and that's when seonghwa notices how suddenly sweaty you are and he reaches over to feel your skin to notice how hot it is.

he feels a sense of panic raise in him as he takes your form in. no longer lifeless; however, there's a flush color decorating your skin as he watches you begin to tug at the dress you're wearing.

"i-it's hot, seonghwa, fuck– fuck, so hot," you groan out with a huff as continue to pull at your dress. seonghwa also notices how your hair color is changing more and more, and how your eyes have a red glow to them.

"p-please help me, m-mommy, please touch me," you say and seonghwa feels his dick twitch at the name you just called him. he remembers you jokingly calling him that years ago during one of your many nights together. however, while it started as a joke turned into a nickname he rather enjoyed hearing from you.

"y/n, we shouldn't you're injured," he says as he watches you let out a frustrated cry before you're ripping your underwear off yourself. your spread your legs, welcoming seonghwa to sight of your glistening pussy. he realizes that he hasn't seen or felt your pussy in years and he has to stop himself from ripping his own clothes off and fucking on the dirty, blood-covered church floor.

"p-please, mommy!" you cry out and his eyes lock onto how your fingers slowly sink into your pulsing pussy. he can't help but groan at the lewd sounds that leave your wet pussy as you let out several cries.

"fuck, what has happened to you?" seonghwa mumbles to himself before he's stripping his clothes off and ripping your hand out of your dripping cunt. you let out a frustrated cry before seonghwa is pulling you to straddle his hips as he lays down against the wooden floor.

"come on, baby, ride mommy like how you use to," he coaxes you as he strokes himself a few times before he's watching you take his cock in your hands. he watches with heavy eyes as you line your entrance up with his cock before you're slowly sinking down. you both let out a string of moans and curses once you bottom out.

seonghwa lets his hands rest on your hips as your own come to rest on his chest. seonghwa notes that your nails have grown slightly longer. he lets out a throaty groan when you drag your nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines down his chest. you lay your palms flat against his abdomen before you slowly begin to move your hips.

"f-fuck, y/n!" seonghwa feels his grip on your hips tighten as you begin to speed up the motion of your hips. "feels so– feels so good, for... fuck, forgot how good you feel," he adds as he feels you purposely clench around him every time you bottom out.

"fuck mommy! love your cock so much!" you whine as you continue to speed up your movements, seonghwa can only focus on how your breasts bounce in a fluid up and down motion. he can't help but let one of his hands trail up and harshly grope your breast. you let out a surprise cry when he pinches your nipple and tweaks it.

his eyes trail down your body and he notices the stab wound that he basically killed you was now healed, but instead left a scar. seonghwa felt the anger he felt earlier return.

"mommy!" your voice suddenly snaps him out of his rage as he looks at your fucked out face and can't help but feel prideful knowing you're wrecking yourself on his cock. that even after years of not seeing each other, your pussy still welcomed him like it was home. like it was made for him.

"shit, this pussy was made for me wasn't it, y/n? made to keep my cock warm and wet, no one else right? you didn't let anyone else fuck this cock, right?" seonghwa groans out as he lets the hand on your breast travel down your clit and he begins rubbing it in short but fast motions.

you moan his name out as you clench around, "mmh, mommy, gonna– fuck, gonna come! please come with me, mommy!" you say and the half-devil groans as he pulls you down flush against his chest as wraps his arms around your waist to hold you in place as he fucks up into you at an animalistic pace. your moans come out choppy as you rest your head against his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

you can't help but clench one last time as seonghwa is stilling deep inside of you. you let out a long, drawn-out moan as you feel seonghwa filling you up with his seed before its slowly begins leaking out around his cock. his seed travels down past your thighs, running over his balls before dripping onto the wooden floor beneath the half-devil.

you're out of breath and breathing heavily, resting your face in the crook of seonghwa's neck as he holds you against his body. seonghwa notices how the white color of your hair is disappearing and when he finally looks at your eyes, he notes that don't have that red glow to them anymore. he knows his blood, his sparda blood, is still running through you; however, the evidence of it seems to be fading. he wonders what is causing it or maybe you are somehow controlling it. either way he's not sure or does he care.

"hwa..." your voice is soft and gentle, something he hadn't heard in years and he yearns to keep hearing it. to keep seeing you. "you came and saved me... how did you know i was in trouble?"

"i felt that something was wrong is all, so i came," he tells you as he runs a hand over your hair, brushing away any stray hairs that fell in your face.

"my body still... it still feels weird," you confess as you rest your head against his chest. seonghwa is careful when he sits up, his arms around you protectively.

"its the sparda blood in you, your body isn't fully use to it yet," he tells you before he's tilting your head up to look at him.

"sparda blood?"

"its what i used to save you," he says before leaning down to kiss you, his lips are surprisingly soft against yours but you welcome the feeling of finally kissing him again after all these years. "i love you," he says when he breaks away.

"i love you, too," you tell him before you're bringing your arms around his neck in order to hug him. seonghwa hesitates before running it back.

"just know that i'll always protect you, no matter what," he tells you, his guilty eyes meeting your confused ones before he's quickly knocking you out, your body slumps against his and seonghwa has to fight back the tears that threaten to run down his face.

seonghwa knows its not safe to have you around. he can't put you in anymore danger he's already put you in. that's why he wraps a blanket around you and carries you bridal style into the city. he knows that there's someone who will take care of you. someone that he absolutely loathes, but will look after you and take care of you.

he looks up at the building in front of him. the neon sign just barely struggling to stay lit. devil may cry it reads and seonghwa has to stop himself from scoffing. he holds you close to him as he knocks on the door of the store and the door swings open.

seonghwa comes face to face with a man who looks exactly likes him. the only difference is the man is sporting midnight black hair which contrast his blonde, almost white hair.

"seonghwa? what ar–

seonghwa cuts the male off by briskly shoving your unconscious body into his arms. the blonde makes sure his face is devoid of any emotions as he looks at his twin. he's hates himself for having to rely on him, but its for your own good.

"whoa, who's the chick?"

seonghwa wants to remain silent, he doesn't think this man deserves any answers.

"look after her for me. she has sparda blood in her, gonna need someone to watch over her and make sure she doesn't go berserk," seonghwa answers coldly.

"what? who is she– hey! seonghwa, where are you going!"

seonghwa doesn't answer his twin as he suddenly turns away and starts making his way back down the dimly light street. his twin watches with confused eyes as the other half-devil slowly begins to disappear.

"she's no one."

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[ask-thebrothers-kaiba]

Dandelion - What herb are you?

You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours. You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you. You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

[It kind of shook me how accurate this is. It's a little vague in some parts to be general towards a wider audience, but I see it. This stands. I'm posting my own results under the cut.] Tagged but not really by @my-ohh-mai !

[ Mint

The world is a puzzle, so complex and multifaceted that you long to run your hands through the tapestry of its wonders and stay there forever, lost in the threads and colors and stories. You wish to stay there forever and you tell yourself it's to know the world but maybe it's not, maybe it's a fear that you're not enough, that you're so fragile and helpless in a world that moves too fast, to sharply, too many bright, painful colors that you stay locked inside your mind and thoughts, where you decide the tempo of your world, where you can grow and be as competent, as capable as you want, where the world is as wide as you can imagine it and never out of control unless you want it to be. Your shield is your knowledge, your mind, and you never feel ready enough for the world around you, never feel prepared enough, never safe, and you wonder if things could have been different, if you could have been better, happier, more like everyone else if you'd just known what you know now.

I also got a result about wanting to be loved because I couldn't choose between two different answers, and I do sometimes feel that, but I also staunchly believe that self-love should always come before external love. External love is not a replacement for the love we feel for ourselves and I feel even Seto Kaiba is a good example of that. He's got a big ego, but when he's on top of the world, winning, showing the world everything he's got, you bet your fourth rate deck he loves himself. Loving yourself should not be dependent on your performance, my dear Seto, but that's a conversation for another time. Even though I struggle with self-care, self-love, self confidence, I will always be of the mind that the love received from others is more of a great bonus than a way to heal from my own wounds and traumas. Even if my heart desperately wants it to be otherwise. (I've already been through trying. It doesn't work. Don't be like me.)

My result is giving Yugi, anyway. Make of that what you will.

I always wonder if Seto and I could be friends. I wonder if he'd like me. If our personalities would clash. This is an interesting thought experiment, though, no? ]

[yourlocalshapeshifter]

I thought this was gonna be short but ADHD land kept me custody and now I have a whole rant, I’m sorry. This could perhaps turn out to be an unpopular opinion? Or maybe ppl will resonate with it.

!!!!!TW for topics of abuse, specifically childhood physical and emotional abuse and its lasting effects. Please do not read or stop reading immediately if this might trigger you, put you in a bad mental headspace, or even make you a little too uncomfortable!!!!!

I personally don’t have any lasting physical scars (plenty of emotional scars tho) from childhood physical discipline since I was able to be removed from the physically abusive parent around 7-8ish (not because of the abuse just because of immigration and I didn’t escape the neglect and emotional abuse from the other parent until this past year (I’m 23 now and I’m still not totally in the clear technically). In my experience though, as a child, being physically disciplined meant that I was wrong and bad and I messed up, so any scars, bruises, or wounds, I would do my best that no one ever saw them. Of course that’s not true and the child is just being a child and the abuser is in the wrong, but being the child getting beat, that was my only known reality at the time and I fully believed it. This is just my opinion thru my own experiences, and it doesn’t mean that ppl who portrays Butters this way isn’t allowed to do what they want, but I do get somewhat upset and unable to enjoy the art or fic when Butters just nonchalantly take off a shirt or clothing in general like at the beach or in cute bedroom scenes with Kenny and such, tho I really do try to suspend my disbelief if it’s really good writing. Knowing Butter’s home life, the way his father disciplines him, he definitely has a plethora of scars, bruises, and/or wounds built up over the years. This is especially if the writer or artist has already established in their work’s reality that Butters is physically abused by his dad. And the kind of abuse that Stephen does is almost exactly like my dad’s (the generationally passed down“I love you and that’s why I have to beat you to correct you so you learn”), which means that Butters would have been embarrassed that if anyone saw the signs of him getting beat because he would assume others think the same way he thinks about his abuse, that he deserved it. And the more scars, the more evidence that he is a horrible child who does everything wrong and can never live up to what his parents wants him to be (which is untrue but, once again, it’s what continuous abuse does to a child’s thought process). All this to say that I find it unbelievable and dismissive of abuse and its effects to see Butters being totally okay and or enthusiastic with undressing in any capacity in any spaces that someone else could see. It would take a lot of building up trust and a lot of healing for him to get to that stage with a very close friend, not to mention casual friends, acquaintances, and strangers in public. For some survivors of childhood physical abuse, even if their body has healed the signs, they may never be able to comfortably undress around anyone, perhaps with the exception of a long time committed partner, because of how it can trigger past memories and fears. And it’s true that some survivors swing the polar opposite and are overly revealing of their body in their own way to cope. But with Butter’s consistent nervous and fidgety personality, I think he is definitely the former. Perhaps I’m projecting (I am DEFINITELY projecting). I have a lot of healing to do myself and Butters’s trauma makes me feel less alone in my journey.

I apologize for my long-windedness😓

[ilbound]

@drippingheart has requested a story : The flower crown was long tossed to the ground; the pollinators would treat it with more kindness than Megumi ever could. Hands busied themselves with the lint inside the pockets of the oversized hoodie he donned. It was strange that a such a stupid little action was both a comfort call-back to childhood while being completely annoying. The teenager already began the process of picking the onyx fibres from beneath cracked fingernails.   ❛ Do you ever cry . . seeing so many people you talk to and make friends with die?  ❜  

Would Kaen even feel the slightest hint of melancholy when Megumi died? Megumi barely mattered when it came to the sorcerers he interacted on a regular basis; why would he matter to an entity who lived countless lives? He never could understand why people wanted to live forever. Naturally, the irrational desire was born out of the fear of the death, of the unknown, yet eternal life sounded absolutely dreadful to him. Lonely. Pointless.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Ah , what insolent youth ( woe , gone are the days ) .  There was a time , once , when the offense of casting off an offering from THE IMMACULATE itself would have dropped jaws , raised brows , clutched pearls ; altogether considered b l a s p h e m o u s in nature to dismiss a god-given gift , no matter how insulting to own existence.  But that was many ages ago , and Kaëltyr was notorious for making exceptions ( perhaps one too many in recent years ) .  Megumi was just such someone whom held their favor , so his disregard did not wound them anymore than did his usual abrasive disposition.  If anything , it made for an a m u s i n g occasion ( & he did humor them for all of a few moments , indulging them just long enough to appease the great entity’s childish whims ) .  No doubt there shall come others , this creature may be virtuous in nature but such did not stop them from being QUITE A MENACE to those they liked ( never ill-intentioned , of course , it may be a curse but kaëltyr’s mischief was simply thus ; a play , a whimsy ) .

Besides , now they had EVIDENCE of the whole debacle !  They held claim to a silly little photo on their phone ( one they swore never to show anyone else ) .  It was , in truth , more of keep-sake for themself than for another anyhow ; the curse oft’ made for a selfish sort when it came to m e m o r i e s .

As they sit together there in the wood , Kaen reclines back against the rough-hewn bend of a tree trunk , relaxed in the teen’s presence and unconcerned for the rest of the world continuing to turn around them in all its ever-miserable chaos.  But amid it , stands Megumi – their friend , their so-called big brother – in all his own harrowed glory.  Kaen is not at all oblivious to the energy he possesses ( & never has been ) ; the shadows which so become him , the immense negativity he exudes harkening them like open wound to starving predator in waiting.  Lucky that he has managed to earn t h e i r company and not that of a curse less controlled , less stable.

His question is warranted , and not one unfamiliar ( but it remains as one they loathe to answer ) .  Kaen sighs heavily , dropping pretense as they speak , their tone taking on a more mannered , more r e s o n a t e quality which seizes the wood to still and silence , ❝ Would y'doubt that I do ? ❞  They ask in return , ❝ Since the beginning , I’ve always felt so deeply rooted with others. I didn't lie about that.  I sought the company of humanity for thousands of lifetimes over , and even more did I experience what it was like t'see friends and lovers die. ❞  A beat.  Kaen turns , looking over at the teen , expression somber.  ❝ Every loss , Megumi , I remember.  Every loss , I’ve been wounded by , even if not my own fault.  M'heart breaks each time.  Sorrow , death , destruction – these , all bedfellows to me.  And yes , I’ve c r i e d over people before.  And will likely do so again.  I hold no shame for that.  Jus' as I’ll hold no shame for grieving the loss of your life when it inevitably comes. ❞

[brawlqueen]

aftermath. / drabble.

maybe it was inevitable. or maybe the small girl was so used to the notion of 'false peace' . after the man who had solved the cyclops serial killings had adopted her, mizuki didn't quite know where to balance what was and what wasn't. her parents were still brutally murdered in ways both complicated and could never be shown to the public. she had verified both, quite literally in bloom park the other after . . . where date had found daddy.

despite it all, all the insanity coming afterwards and new terms to grasp, she wanted to believe things had ended. even though the grief, the insurmountable pain and horror that had compromised almost entirely her twelve year old life would end. then those 'hunger games' started. frankly with all she had endured, be it abuse, neglect, witnessing untold pain after pain, trauma after trauma until it cemented itself like grafting into her bones . . there was both an odd alertness and equal parts numbness when mizuki entered that unwanted arena.

so many people had tried their best to help a little girl, she, someone capable of utterly crushing bones to powder if she wanted to. she didn't need the pipe varys gave her, her body itself was a weapon since date had taught her how to fight . she didn't need the magic cloak as much as maria could have benefited and not suffered.

she hadn't been able to protect a single person!

and solita . . hearing the cannons sound for her had hit the twelve year old in such a raw and visceral way that her eyes watered up with tears. the way she had . . . as far as mizuki considered it, died by a sword, brought up too many unpleasant memories. no, horrifying memories that eclipsed even the games itself in most every aspect, only enhancing the reality of her life; not eclipsing it. it hadn't been a bad dream, it had been real, and no amount of stoicism she bore would make her life a 'bad dream' either in the months of both aftermaths.

idly she rubbed at her leg wound; where the culprit's bullet had hit her in an attempt to disarm him . to protect her best friend. it still hurt. just another scar like a quilt laid on her chest, mark after mark after mark . . .

. . . and then she heard the door knock.

she was wiser beyond her years, but even then she was still a little girl, somewhere buried beneath the thousand yard, fiery stare. dark grey eyes flitting to the door expectantly and subduing the quiet happiness mixed with annoyance that it brought her.

" date ? " she calls out to the man who had raised her for four years . she calls out to the man who chose her. she doesn't think to grab her metal pipe, nor release adorabbit, three eyes in its fur and all . it may just be someone dropping off one of his weird 'videos'. pervert. . .

but she is wrong the moment dark grey open to the stranger; description unimportant. her gut instincts coil like a trapped yet armed rabbit, fist aiming in reflex towards . . . the wall.

to say it left a dent would be a kindness the wall could not be given. the man in question seems rather disturbed as well, mortar and brick falling in powdered substance around her red sneakers.

" ah, you're mizuki ? district five? "

a curt, and burning stare, the one in question raising her chin in absolute defiance and barely subdued rage. perhaps even a little bit of fear for the fearless. " . . . i'm not giving you my last name. and you aren't coming inside. " came her cold response, seething with flame at the edges.

" i wouldn't expect anything less from the star contestant who attracted so much . . . attention. "

she flinches; teeth gritted as she snaps viciously, shaking her gloved hand of well, brick: ( sorry . . date . uh, my bad . ) " shut up you bastard. do you wanna look like the wall or do you honestly think i'm going to talk about it?!" she raises her voice; teeth gnashing together, a rabbit blending into a small lion. either cornered and coiled to attack all at once. the wall was proof of that.

" whoa , whoa missy. i'm not here to cause trouble. and i'm not here to harm your adoptive father, is it? i did hear you were recently adopted. a congratulations is in order, don't you think? " another flinch, eyes widening like a deer caught under the hunter's gun . " he - you leave him out of this! " hissed; taking a step forward to firmly safeguard the door.

she was for once, glad, kaname date was late at work.

" you even attracted the kindness of our menace, varys himself, and a few other characters . . . " she felt her eyes sting. she still hadn't verified if they truly were alive like she was or not, but it only fueled her resolve . . and her rage.

chin lifted in defiance, mizuki pauses to contemplate her next move. the man , rather insignificant for his role, clearly here to dredge up another fresh wound in her heart, has little tolerance. she doubts he'll give her any answers about maria, solita or varys. or any of the contestants. "so mizuki, " he begans so calmly, so casually, that she almost forgets that she broke a hole in the wall of brick that made up their apartment in preparation for him.

" can i ask you a few ques - " but the man does not get to finish his sentence. with a sharp cry beneath him, a girl's cry, a fist collides with his face.

along with a subdued yet powerful kick to his gut.

said girl stood over the now pitifully unconscious man, cracking her knuckles and barely hiding the slight tremble both of rage and a bit of fear as she looked at the wall, then at him. " damn. " muttered furiously, feeing tears prick her eyes . not even punishing him for all this felt good . . . and date is going to be so pissed .

" well, i think the interviews over . . . " mizuki mumbled; tilting her head around, a messy blue ponytail and too many wild strands sticking around her face and head bobbing with the movement.

sighing with exasperation she drags his unconscious form into the hallway; glad no one is outside to see. she hadn't even used a full fraction of her full strength, but at least this was good enough for her.

" . .yeahhh . . . the interview is definitely over. "

[bisexual-lemon1]

Neverover chapter 3

Derelo was proud of themself, a hulking construct of steel and magic their existence was impressive. Of course it’s not easy, Derelo’w joints had long since grown creaky, and the rust was visibly creeping from between their plates. But With the death of their creator nearly 30 years ago now there was no one left who knew how they worked. Of course people have asked to open Derelo up, and they’ve almost considered it, but ultimately they refused. Derelo’s creator was a genius, but an anti-social one whose sciences and artistry would be madness to anyone else, and regardless the only people who’ve ever asked to look inside Derelo were the greedy and idiotic, those who saw Derelo not as a person, but as a profit incentive.

Derelo was happy though, even if they died slowly. They had helped killed endroj, defeated the army of shadows. Here in the sprawling metropolis of ironheed people walked freely, no long fearing the shadows, mothers no longer wept because their children ran too far into the forest, watching one’s back was no longer a necessity to live and the night was humanity’s to claim.

Derelo shook themself out of their thoughts, fidgeting with their necklace, small twine wrapped around what May at first seem like a large purple marble shaped to look like an eye, but was actually Derelo’s prize for helping defeat Endroj, despite the beasts size its thousand eyes were about the size you’d expect from a person.

Derelo put their hand on the door, prepared to enter the library, they had agreed to do a reading for some children. oh how Derelo loved children, the kind naivety that reminds Derelo so much of themselves when they were first made. Derelo’s first few years of exsistence were horrifying and surprising, and to give some young people the chance to enjoy that time is something Derelo relished. They opened the door and found a bloodbath.

Children’s corpses strewn about the small library coated the floor in a crimson haze, the wounds looked visceral and violent, bodies rent asunder. The adults clearly didn’t fair much better. Derelo flicked their wrist and it slowly shifted into a razor sharp blade with a creak. Derelo went to shift their other arm into a shield when it slammed into them. Derelo didn’t lose balance, and pushed it off to get a good look.

It was Fellis. A sister in arms in the forward front, her and Derelo had fought alongside one another, had defeated Endroj together, even if Temur had stolen the last shot. It became clear she was not the same, her grey fur matted and clumped with blood and mud, her feline ears twitching eratically and her tail swaying and twitching in odd patterns. Fellis gripped her katana with a savagery unbefitting the well trained swordsman. But most notably was her eyes: her right eye was a dark, pulsing purple, and she had a second pair of similarly off putting eyes above her brow.

Derelo had many questions, and no time to answer them, Fellis struck with speed and strength that Derelo was barely able to match. They exchanged blows, blade clashing with blade before Fellis let out a low growl and a simple demand, “give me the eye.”

Derelo wasn’t stupid, they knew she wanted the eye around their neck, they considered it, whatever has happened to Fellis has made her a monster, and a monster Derelo can’t match, it’s clear she’s killed before and is happy to kill again. Logically Derelo could give up the eye and live to fight another day. But Derelo had never been logical, and knew something very wrong was going on here. And so they prepared themself and repeated a battle cry they have long lived by.

“I SHALL FEEL NO FEAR! YEILD NO GROUND! STAND BEFORE ME AND FACE CASTIGATION!”

Fellis took this as her cue to strike, lunging forward, Derelo caught it with their blade and followed for her shoulder, she ducked to the left, just what Derelo was counting on. Derelo swing with their fist at her wrist and grabbed it, using their weight and mechanical might to bend her arm back and snap it. Derelo had expected a scream, a flinch, any reaction. Instead, Fellis plunged her blade into Derelo’s chest, through the plates, rending wire and gear. Derelo creaked and threw Fellis by the wrist still held into a bookshelf as they stumbled. Derelo fell back against a wall, leaking oil profusely, they thought desperately but did not know what to do.

Derelo looked up from their wound to see Fellis lurching over, arm hanging limply at her side. This was not a fight Derelo could win, but Derelo could take what she wanted. Derelo quickly grabbed their necklace, grabbed the eye. Derelo began to close their fist, but Ferris lunged forward and with one sudden slash, cut deep into Derelo’s neck, and they went limp.

It kneeled over the eye, its head throbbed, its eyes throbbed, it was all beckoning. Fellis gouged its right eye out, it should have hurt. God. Gods it should have hurt. It took the purple eye, nearly holy in its clutches, and pushed it into the socket. It felt energy surge through it.

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

It has been 84 years since I last played The Sims Medieval, but I recently dug up the screenshots I took to document the Sims I created for my first kingdom (which I unfortunately do not remember the name of) and since I keep rambling about them in my OC tags I figured it was about time I shared them.

When I play The Sims, I randomize the default models until I land on a nice base to work with. Then, I play dress up. So, if there's some same face syndrome going on here, it's because I do not have an eye or the patience for more in-depth customization and I'm too scared to try messing with it now. XD

Also, their names are wild because I hit randomize until I saw something that sounded neat and/or amused me greatly. More than a few of them are inside jokes, not all of which will be explained because they probably only make sense to me~ <3

Ericka Aragon - Bard

I admittedly don't remember very much about Ericka other than that she is the fun-loving and chaotic trickster-like bard (who can and will flirt her way through any sticky situation) I think about every time I reblog a post about bards.

Bruce Watson - Monarch

King Brucey in the flesh! I remember being in my Batman era, tickled by a character named Bruce having the Whale Rage trait wherein on occasion he would feel compelled to yell at the ocean or dump his tragic "a whale ate my parents" backstory onto any unsuspecting person nearby.

The highlight of his character journey was when, already under pressure to find a spouse, he got word that there were bandits in the forest, so he very reasonably decided to find and challenge the bandit leader on his own. Except, oh no, she's hot! And she can kick his ass! Logically, someone who is smart enough to become the leader of an organized operation like this and strong enough to hold her own in a fight would be quite an asset to the kingdom. So, naturally he seduces the bandit and marries her.

Good ole Brucey was such a beloved monarch that his people got mad at him for insisting that they use their funds for basic needs instead of letting them build a giant statue in his honor for the town square.

Sindonia Quarles - Wizard

Sindonia teamed up with Ericka once to put on a magic show for the kingdom and somehow, in the process of searching for an assistant, she wound up meeting and hiring the villager she would eventually call her wife. It may or may not have been due to Ericka's influence that the routine was more flirtatious than Sindonia had intended. Let it never be said that Ericka isn't an excellent wingman.

Cyrus MacCloud - Peteran Priest

All I know is that, when confronted with the choice between the fire and brimstone Jacoban and the much more chill Peteran, I preferred to not be worshiped and feared as an angry god. And so Cyrus was born.

Scarlet Vest - Merchant

Scarlet Vest... who wears a scarlet vest... I thought it was funny at the time. Pretty sure she has pointy ears because I was playing around with the idea of her not being human. Perhaps she is some kind of fey, in which case beware her sharp tongue or you may come away from her stall with more than you bargained for.

Dwayne Crow - Knight

Dwayne is a good boy with a big heart of gold. He's gonna be the very best like no one ever was. Boy is he really giving off some serious Peter Pan vibes here though. XD

Katy Everhart - Spy

The Executioner and the Beast in the pit are her friends. Katy has also spent a fair amount of time training with Bruce and Dwayne. Dwayne is probably 80% of her impulse control.

Branwen Browning - Physician

Branwen and her pet leeches are a menace to the population in the best way possible. For science!

Wolfric Cutler - Blacksmith

Probably his most notable escapade was picking up a feral warrior chinchilla from the forest, asking Cyrus to impart upon it the knowledge of a peaceful god, and then releasing it back into the wild so it could preach the good word to its chinchilla friends. Look, when a priest approaches you and says "we need to arm the chinchillas" as part of the plan, you don't ask questions. You say "yes sir" and start forging the enchanted chinchilla-sized armor.

[senseicowpoke]

October 18, 2023

TW: Suicide

As I sit here in front of my computer, I can't help but feel the weight of the anniversary that looms over me. It's been fourteen years since my best friend took her own life and the ache in my heart is still as raw as it was on that day. Being from a small town like ours, mental health was often swept under the rug, and anyone struggling with it was immediately labeled as "crazy." But I'm here to tell you that mental health is just as important as physical health and should be treated as such.

Our town may be small, but the effects of mental health issues are still prevalent. It isn't uncommon to hear whispers and rumors about someone that is struggling, and it's even harder for them to seek out help without fear of judgment or ostracization. As such, my best friend kept her struggles hidden, and we never knew the depth of her pain until it was too late. Mental health is not something that should be taken lightly. Just like how we go to a doctor for a physical ailment, we need to seek out professional help for our mental health as well. It's important to know that having a mental health issue does not make you weak or less of a person. It's a medical issue, and it needs to be treated with the same care and attention as any physical ailment.

It's been years since that fateful day, yet it still feels like yesterday. I remember finding her and feeling like everything around me was a blur. The image of her lifeless body is etched into my mind, and I can't seem to shake it off. Her death sent me spiraling down a road of pain and grief that I wish no one ever had to go through.

But life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you. It seems like every time I think I'm starting to heal, something else happens. The Grim Reaper has come knocking at my door one too many times, and it's starting to feel like I'm cursed. I've lost friends and relatives, and the pain never truly goes away.

It's hard to explain to people who haven't been through it, but being the one who finds a loved one's body is a trauma that never goes away. It's a memory that replays in my mind every time I close my eyes. And yet, it's something that I've had to deal with more than once. Since my friend's passing, I've lost other friends and family members, each one a tragedy in its own right. But it's my nana's death that hit me the hardest. She was one of my biggest supporters in the world and losing her felt like losing a part of myself.

My Nana was my rock through it all - the one person who never judged me or made me feel like I had to be strong all the time. There's something that she told me, "You can't expect a broken clock to still tell time. It's okay to not be okay." And she was right. Time doesn't always heal all wounds. Sometimes, we just have to learn to live with the pain. It's been a few years since she passed, and I'd like to say that time heals all wounds, but that's just not true. The pain doesn't go away, it just becomes more bearable. There are still days when I pick up the phone to call her, forgetting for a moment that she's gone. And it hurts all over again when I remember.

One of the hardest parts of dealing with all of this is trying to talk about it. People always mean well when they ask about my friend's suicide or the other deaths I've experienced, but I dread those conversations. I don't want to relive the pain, and I definitely don't want to be known as that person who's been through so much loss.

But through all of this loss, one thing has become abundantly clear to me: kindness is key. We never know what someone else is going through, and a little bit of kindness can go a long way. One of my old coworkers used to say, "You never know what day you'll need someone, so be nice to everyone." It's a sentiment that I try to live by, because it's true. We're all fighting battles that no one else can see, and a little bit of kindness goes a long way in making those battles a little easier to bear.

So, if you're still here, then thank you for reading. And if there's one thing that I hope that you take away from my ramblings today, it's this: be kind to everyone you meet. You never know what struggles they're facing or what demons they're fighting. And if you're one of the people who has lost someone, know that you're not alone. You'll may never fully heal from the pain, but you'll learn how to live with it. I wish I had the answers, but in the meantime, remember to be kind to yourself as well. You deserve it.

[thcdoomed]

Dronia's years of week-long hunts had taught her patience and calm in the most dire of situations. Wounds in the field were expected, especially when dealing with massive spiders, ettercaps, and chitines. A more complacent hunter may try their luck with deer, elk, or even bears. But that was not what her family was known for.

Placing a clean square of cloth against the wound, she begins to wrap the larger bandage around. It isn't ideal but it would have to do until they could get a healing potion for him to down. It's funny, amongst all her peers here, she seems the most mundane in skills, she is not a cunning rogueish type, nor a powerful wizard. Her life up until a few months ago had been pretty ordinary, prey aside. She found herself among the destined and the damned, and who was she? The daughter of a hunter and a tanner. The sole survivor of a massacre. It weighed on her mind a lot.

She gauges his reactions as she tends to him, trying to be as gentle as can be. There was always a tendency to put others before herself. She doesn't see it as a bad thing, simply how she prefers to live. Another imparted lesson from her parents she supposes. Care for one another and you will be cared for in return, it is the way of things. And even after everything she's lost, it is the one thing that bastard vampire couldn't take from her. Her kindness. Tucking the last bit of bandage into itself she looks upon her work and then up to Gale. It should do the trick for now. There isn't really any other option.

"A family trade, I suppose. My father was taught by his father, and he by his father before him. When you grow up in the shadows of the Spiderhaunt and the Desertmouth Mountains, you learn that fear is simply a warning system for your body. It's healthy." She laughs a bit at his little anecdote. "He was an excellent teacher. Were I able to conjure kittens as a child, I would never do anything else." A small shrug punctuated her words, "I heard a cat's purr can mend wounds, I'm sure it's quite useful."

The conversation feels easier than most had in some time. Much time was spent in her own head, lingering on the loss and afraid to open up for fear that she'd lose them too. Her guilt for surviving had gripped her and still refuses to let go, but it loosens its grip here for a moment. "Oh no, I would have to have an entire night just to prepare the marrow for a stock. I wouldn't be able to cook on such short notice." With another shrug, she leans back, packing up what wasn't used in her satchel. "I don't know, I do like a challenge." Giving a nod, she stands, reaching out a hand to help the wizard to his feet. "A good many of them, but not all. Every scar is a lesson learned the hard way, I'm afraid. Ettercap talons can damn near take your face off if you are not careful. I'm fortunate it only got a little bit." The scars that weren't from hunts she keeps close to her chest. It's a wound she's still not ready to reopen, not while it still burns fresh and festering under the skin. || @waterdepths

Gale sucks in a breath. It really would be like him to catch an arrow, wouldn't it? He's clever with his tongue, is precise in all things arcanely somatic, but thrust him into the throes of furious conflict? Well, the wizard grimaces: let it be scholarly, at least.

Tragically, this is not scholarly. Gods, how he missed the banter in Waterdhavian guild halls...! Had he pursued a cleric's life, he would have healed this wound until it blurred into memory; however, for all the tempest in the rivers of his sinew and veins, their Waterdeep prodigy, all hopes of godhood, is raw power, fell chaos, and great, rampaging storm.

Yet, beneath Dronia's careful hands, perhaps he can afford to be. He leans back, throat bobbed with swallow, and it catches as though with honey. It doesn't escape him, to be honest, how... novel this moment is. Of course, he'd no one but Tara for the length of a long bludgeoning year, but even before his folly to impress the Weave's sole keeper, Gale's never, quite shamefully, boasted friends. Sure, he'd been a fury in his youth, was bright, wild-eyed potential, but with all the awe his peers thrusted madly his way, few, when he'd blundered, had ever earnestly cared. But this is the feeling! He'd forgotten how it looked like... and surely how it sounded like, and felt like, too.

"I question how it is you'd discovered that indomitable will to walk those shadowed lands, no less as a tender youth, but I digress: your father must have been incredibly wise," Gale begins, voice pitched as she yanks out the arrow. She smiles, and he thinks he's never seen it before. "Perhaps I should've found myself under his tutelage. As it were, I apparently found conjuring kittens to be more of significant importance. Still, it's proved a wonderful thing to learn -- if not entirely useful here." He licks his lips, rambling, maybe, to cope with the burn and bleeding both, but whatever herbs she's placed on him him has assuaged it somewhat. He heaves, braces himself, and waits for the wrappings.

Good thing the way back to camp was quite close by. "Were it not for the rush of bloodloss and the lancing pain, I would say you were volunteering to tend to supper tonight," he comments, trying for humor. They've talked often enough before, but he confesses: this feels, he quietly delights, a little more close. Personable, even. He wonders to her past, the story of the scar slashed wicked across her face, and more notably, he'd add, those craters in her neck. "I suppose I can allow it. Just this once. You'd have great daring to try and prepare a meal that'd satisfy our party's varying palette, but I don't doubt you have it. The Spiderhaunt Woods... A name that's made many an impressive wizard shudder. I venture, if I may, it would account for your impressive scars." His gaze stays trained on her eyes, testing the waters.

@thcdoomed, continued from here.

[saintsstranger]

Ghost Waltz | R.L. (Wednesday Series) - Chapter Four

Summary: Because a ghost truly never leaves. Not when you don’t know what your true unfinished business is.

Ghost!Rowan Laslow x Female!Witch!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: Major character death

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

This is not in fact a tale to be told for the faint of heart… This is the story of the truth.

Those who will be privy to the past would feel the pain of the truth like a blunt knife.

This story of the truth happened at your own home, 330 years ago…

At your home, while Rowan sat alone, unknowing about what had transpired for the last five minutes with Goody. He had been pondering, too deep in thought about the most memorable place he had been. He was too preoccupied, but he told you the truth, didn't he? It is indeed the one place that had become important to him in the span of his existence. The old answers came to him in a blank, there was no other place he could list in his mind that is much more beautiful and welcoming than your home.

In your home, he felt like he belonged somewhere. He didn’t need to hide in the shadows nor prove himself to you. You just welcome him with open arms. Something he has been searching for his whole life, a place to call home. Your home was a sanctuary, a safe place, and Rowan feared the time that he’d be fully healed. Would you push him away? Would you disregard him and forget him? Did he leave an impact on you as you did on him?

If it weren’t for him almost dying and you helping him with the use of your witchcraft, then he would’ve gone to the afterlife.

Yes, Rowan knew the truth from the very beginning that you were a witch.

Before Rowan even woke up, he was dreaming. Dreaming of walking in an endless dark void, all he remembers is that there is a long line of people in front of him, he didn’t question why he is there or where they all were. All he knows wherever he is going is somewhere and it has been decided that they must pass on. But he felt a warm hand on his abdomen, and someone whispered.

“I beg you to keep this a secret between you and me.” And Rowan turned around, looking for the voice. Behind him, the line was gone, and he was back in the stranger's bed where he was all but bleeding in their silk sheets. He was deeply in pain, dazed to see the angel that helped him.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

But when he woke up, all he felt was the excruciating pain and then in a split second, it was all gone. He looked at his angrilwounds, the wounds that almost cost him his own life. He sat up to see the large wound in his abdomen, what he was expecting to see were stitches. In its place were scars, scars that almost looked like it had been healed a long time not mere days ago. At first, he thought he was asleep for quite a while.

But when Rowan took a stand, ready to walk out of the door he fell face first. Then he heard a knock, he tried to stand as quickly as possible to save himself from the embarrassment.

A muffled voice asked: “May I come in?”

There you stood with a hand holding a tray of food. You looked concerned, scanning him from head to toe. Rowan was worried he was intruding on a stranger’s home; he is supposed to be in town. His handler must be worried about him.

“Where am I?”

“You are in my home.”

“Why?”

“A group of children brought you here, two days ago. Dost thou not remember being mauled by wolves?”

Two days ago. Not a month or a week has passed, and he was bedridden for only two days.

When Rowan looked down at the large claw marks that adorned his skin, wounds that were closed a minute ago if only he did not take a large fall, then he was certain it would not open. He sat back in shock. Rowan wasn’t a fool; he knew what it was. But he could not believe it.

A witch was right in front of him. A witch had helped him.

Now he felt sick to his bones, he wasn’t taught about witches that heal, nor the ones who are kind. All that he knows is that they were a spawn of the Devil, in league with greater evil ready to pounce on the innocent. Rowan’s group, known as the new settlers of the Town Jericho had been haunting them, jumping from town-to-town. All his life, he had been taught that they are evil and hideous creatures that feed on the soul of humans, but you healed him.

All Rowan knew was to identify and hunt your kind. That was what he was best at. Killing, following orders of Mr. Crackstone, to gain their approval that he is one of them. All Rowan knew was out of textbook knowledge (a textbook he couldn’t even read) now that he is face-to-face with a real witch, he didn’t know what to do.

At first, he wanted to run. To sell you out towards the town, but when he saw the fear. The same fear he has, the same fear of death. Rowan felt conflicted. 

You had nursed him to safety, and yet you didn’t ask for anything else. You told him, you did it out of your own goodwill. You did it out of the goodness of your heart because that is just who you are. You showed that you didn’t need something in return, you showed him how life is not always rewarded when you need to do any of his biddings, all his life he’d been taught that if he followed what Mr. Crackstone said then he’d be rewarded either a full plate of food or new clothes. Sometimes people are just kind, and kindness is something he hasn’t been exposed to.

Now that he knows the truth, he wasn’t mad that you kept it a secret. If ignorance truly is bliss, then paint him to be a blind man. He’d rather be ignorant and live in this fantasy than go back to his old ways, if that meant he got to stay with you, then so be it. 

His thoughts were suddenly cut off when you came barging in the door with tears streaming down your face. You looked frantically in the room, behind you was the young girl that was always staying at your home and always looked at Rowan with eyes like a raven, Goody.

“What’s the matter with thee?” Rowan asked, worried as he tried to stop you, but you pushed him away to go into your own room. You were busy grabbing a large chest, and when you opened its insides, grabbed three books, and placed them in Goody’s hand.

“Take these Goody and go. I do not want you to be put in danger because of me.”

“No!” 

“Goody, I beg thee. Please…. they cannot take all of us.”

“No… I must find a way… I can help you. We can hide— You promised me.”

“Goody, we cannot hide forever.”

Goody with a tear-stricken face could only nod, hugging you in a tight embrace and leaving your home in haste. Rowan does not understand what is going on, but he can feel the significance of your embrace and how it feels like a goodbye. He was confused, what had transpired while you were gone?

Rowan called out your name, “What is happening? Tell me please.”

When you stopped to turn around, Rowan could see the sadness in your eyes and how your shoulders were shaking. You were stuttering the next words. Rowan waited; he could see the heavy breaths you were taking. 

“Leave Rowan. I want you to leave MY house.” You declared, gulping down a large lump in your throat as you pointed towards your door. 

“I doth understand… Tell me what it is that causes thou fear, and I’ll help you, it’s the least I could do.” He stepped towards you, ready to hold your arms in comfort but you placed your hands in front of you to stop him. “I need to understand… please.”

“Rowan, you are in danger.” You admitted, closing your eyes tightly. “Go while I'm telling you kindly.” You said not looking at him but at your hands. Turning around to go back to your room, when he snagged your wrist to prevent you from going elsewhere.

This is what Rowan had feared, the day had come, and he wasn’t prepared for it. “Thou told me that I can stay as long as I wish, then why hast thou pushing me away? Tell me the truth.” Rowan held your hand, rubbing soft circles on your wrist while you cried. “And please look at me while you do so, and then if you’ll ask again, I shall leave. I shall walk out of thy door as thou please.”

With a deep inhale, you stared right into his eyes. Your once bright gaze look solemn with the tears that adorned your face. “Rowan, my sister is dead.”

“And in any second, they shall be here, and I will be next. I will be hunted and those around me will never be safe! Leave while you still can, Rowan. That is all I am asking you, leave and travel far places.” You inhaled and looked at him with pleading eyes, in one devastating motion, you held his face in your palm softly. “Places that you’d call home, places that are far more magnificent than four walls and a bed. Because we knew the truth, this will pass. Whatever you had here, it will. I will remain nothing, but a memory and you will be someone out there, you can do greater things. And only I am hindering you.”

“You are not hindering me. And I will not leave you because... from the beginning, I had already made my choice. My choice is here with you.” He held your wrist softly, preventing you from pushing him away. Leaning towards the warmth that you gave.

“No Rowan, you do not understand… please go.”

“I do. I do understand.”

“Rowan, why can’t you just leave? Go! Leave me. I already—”

“I know you're a witch!” 

You stopped, horror-stricken on your face, hands dropping to your sides looking at his eyes in panic. “What?”

“I knew it from the beginning, that’s why I chose to stay.” He admitted. “It doesn’t take me a long time to wonder why my wounds healed in a span of two days. I'm no fool. And it was my choice to stay.”

“I… I wanted to stay here with you.” 

You closed your eyes tightly; the tears fell to your cheeks as you sighed heavily. He leaned his forehead to yours. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? You should be mad at me; I hid it from you.”

“I’d rather live in the bliss of ignorance than you push me away. I thought we had more time.”

You looked at him with the softest of gaze, Rowan’s wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes. Kissing your eyelids gently. At that moment you forgot to breathe, you forgot all your worries. It was you and him in the comfort of your home. Young people acted like lovers, at that moment everything seemed enough.

One must not forget… this tale isn’t filled with fairy tales and happy endings. This story was the truth, and the truth is often scary, it manifests as your worst nightmares. 

And your story had the harsh slap of reality, and that reality is this happened 330 years ago. A time when witches are hunted, the darkest time in your past life. 

Without warning the door of your home was kicked from its hinges. 

“Look at what we have here.” A chilling voice grinned. “This is where you had been hiding Rowan. And here I thought a son of The New World was dead.” 

Joseph Crackstone grinned, his ever-looming figure almost made him monstrous in your tiny abode. Rowan had placed you behind him, his eyes staring daggers at the older man in the room.

“I am glad, thou already hast caught the witch for us, son. Saves us the trouble of hunting them down, you know what to do, tie her.” Taking a step forward, you flinched but Rowan remained in his position protecting you from Crackstone. At that moment Rowan knew, he didn’t need to think twice and see that his old ways were wrong. He didn’t need to see another innocent life taken right in front of him. He was sick and tired of trying to prove himself to Mr. Crackstone and trying to put himself somewhere he doesn’t belong… but you, you opened your heart to him and gave him a semblance of what a home truly could be.

“If thou hast to take her, you will get through me first.” Rowan growled angrily, trying to push behind him and give you as much space as he could away from Crackstone.

“Son, you have been witched.”

ghost-waltz-taglist: @arcana-greenleaf , @verytiredkate , @flores-and-sunshine

a/n: im a liar there is angst.

also im officially back in uni going back to full-on face-to-face classes which are tiring btw. so here have an update!

[r0-boat]

So, I was rereading and going through your omegaverse tag and I got an idea, a little darker so bare with me and delete this if it makes you uncomfortable.(I’m embarrassed to be writing this, you know me and here I am-😭please don’t perceive me)

CW : noncon, spiting, omegaverse, heat cycle

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You’re a happily mated omega to Ingo, you have been for years. He’s your sweet, kind, gentle alpha, you couldn’t ask for anyone better.

You’re good friends with your brother in law, which makes Ingo happy, knowing his mate and his brother get along so well.

But Ingo is set to leave for an out of town meeting.

It’s Emmet’s turn to stay behind and look after Gear Station.

But Ingo had one request of his brother.

“My dear mate might start their heat while I’m away, if you find yourself in the right head space, may you make sure they eat and drink? I have stocked up on their favorites, but sometimes their heats are too strong and they forget.”

“Of course! What kinda brother would I be to let your mate starve while you’re away?” While Emmet jests.

Ingo’s face grows serious.

“Emmet.”

The other alpha is nearly taken aback by his brother’s stern voice.

“I mean it. That’s all I want you to do, it’s it too much, stay away. I do not want to risk anything.”

“You wound me brother.”

Emmet really should’ve listened.

Ingo would be gone for two days, three at most if something went wrong.

The smiling twin didn’t think much of it when he got a text from his brother, saying what he feared came true and that just next door, you’re in heat.

So Emmet kept his word.

He already has a spare key, so he opened the door to Ingo’s house, nearly doubling over from your strong scent. You smell so good! Fuck, it’s already making him drool.

He went around the house, making sure everything was locked up tight. But he can hear you, hear your whining, your whimpering.

He can hear you cumming on a toy, then crying that it wasn’t enough, that it wasn’t Ingo.

Emmet wants to growl, he and Ingo are twins! So why should Ingo get the cute little mate? Why should soft, calm Ingo get the little spit fire of a mate and not him?

He sighs, not much he can do now, he likes seeing his brother happy at least.

He gets upstairs, poking his head into your’s and Ingo’s shared room. He can’t help but openly moan at the heady scent engulfing the room.

His cock twitching in his pants.

More so when he sees you.

He knows that’s Ingo’s shirt, hell, whatever Ingo didn’t pack was in your nest. You’re laying on your back, arm thrown over your eyes, tears staining your cheeks.

With your legs spread, wet pussy on display for him.

A knotting dildo laying not too far away from your hand. That must’ve been the toy you just creamed on, crying it wasn’t enough.

Your fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Not alpha…”

Your weak voice reaches his ears. He watches you roll, laying on your side, whining.

“Sorry darling! But I need to make sure you eat.” He tried to stay calm, honest!

But when you looked at him, with watery eyes, drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth, and a whimper.

He lost it.

He knows Ingo is going to be livid.

But Emmet can’t hardly think about that now. Only thinking of how rude his twin is for never sharing your perfect pussy with him.

His tongue hangs out of his mouth, groaning at how hot and wet you are.

“Good omega! Sweet mate! Fuck! S-so…haaa so good!”

His can’t stop his hips, he can’t stop bullying his cock into you, plunging into over and over.

Listening to you cry out, your nails digging into his back.

“Mark me! Mmm M’your mate! Say it!”

You sob, hating how good it feels to finally be filled, but it’s not Ingo.

You whimper. Emmet moves a hand, gripping your face as he stares down at you, love sick eyes locked with yours.

“Be a good mate, and say. It.”

You squeal, his knot battering against your pussy lips, trying to force its way in.

You keep your mouth closed, until he squeezes your face, forcing your mouth open. A faint ‘puh!’ Was nearly drowned out by the wet slapping of skin.

But the glob of spit that lands on your tongue wasn’t.

“Ooo! You liked that! Can feel you cunt clenching. You like being treated like a little whore, don’t you?”

You’re so close, his cock keeps kissing your womb! It’s too much!

You want Ingo home.

Oh fuckck hhhhh

Okay listen we got that brotherly rivalry,

We get so much of Emmet we need some of Ingo stealing emmets partner.

And we need some of that trash talk too

I'm talking when Emmet is dicking you down he'll say " I'm so much bigger than my brother"

Or " Does Ingo make you feel this good?"

Oh God I keep going back up to read it again.

Please don't perceive me either I am just a lonely degenerate andudhsj.

I want like 50 more of these sjdhfk.

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Speak my Language (Fellowship x Hurt! Reader)

Synopsis: After being ambushed by orcs, you are left alone at your isolated camp to bleed out. However, your loyal friend, a “tyger” from Far Harad, has other plans in mind—tracking down another camp nearby, comprised of nine warriors, in search of aid for you.

Pairings: a bit of Legolas x Reader. I’m a simp for him, okay?

Warnings: blood, mentions of an attack, hurt/comfort

The attack came too fast and too swiftly. Orcs weren’t supposed to reside in this area of the forest, or so you thought. It was almost as if something were driving them to your location, like dolphins chasing down fish to the shores of oceans.

Whatever may be the case, and whoever the fish in this scenario were, you were the one left severely injured.

It started with a flickering of your tyger’s ear. Comrade, as you named him, was an exotic breed of big cat, from the furthermost southern jungles of Far Harad, where the likes of oliphaunts also roamed.

You had met the large orange, striped cat on a mission to spring all kinds of animals free on the southern shores of Middle-earth. The Haradrim were responsible for this illegal smuggling trade, though you knew someone far larger was behind it.

A mystery was unfolding in Middle-earth before your eyes. Orcs in odd locations, secret illicit activities in dark harbours, and a growing disbalance in the ecosystem.

Setting the stampeding oliphaunts loose, the wooden crates on the foggy harbour soon burst into chaos. Men ran everywhere, both trying to save themselves and their jobs.

As ropes and hooks were cast into the grey flesh of the loudly trumpeting beasts, you snuck out. However, on your escape route, a rabid, hissing animal caught your attention.

You had never seen a cat like him before, and knew instantly he was out of sorts amongst the scenery of Middle-earth. What on earth would he need stripes to blend in with? You figured he was more used to tall savannahs, if anything.

Tentatively, and knowing all could go wrong for yourself, you unlatched the lock containing your soon-to-be friend.

He leapt out and crouched lowly before you, arching his back and sizing up your neck. His teeth were large and yellow at the gums, as he flashed them viciously.

However, making the first move, you slowly showed him your empty hands, and kneeled down. A slight change in his attitude was present, as his hisses ceased and his ears unpinned themselves.

And when a Haradrim man came at you, well, all that was left were ribbons of flesh and a new partner for you.

Ever your noble protector, Comrade lifted his head from your lap, where you were running your hands through his now twitching ears.

“What is it, boy?” you cooed, tracing the black stripes on his head.

A low growl had begun to form at the back of his throat, and you stilled your hand. Though a level of trust had been formed between you both throughout the three years you walked alongside him, he was still a wild animal at the end of the day.

You took into account the twitching of his tail, and your heart stopped. You always feared Comrade might one day turn around and attack you like he did to those Haradrim. Small housecats were bad enough with mood-swings as it was.

Eyeing up his large paws, where claws the size of small shanks appeared, you grew clammy. However, a distant snapping of a branch beyond the dark trees both settled and rose your nerves.

Glancing up from Comrade, you followed his keen line of sight past your little campfire. You stared for what felt like minutes, until another branch snapping sounded the alarms.

Comrade immediately lifted himself from your lap, and stood tall. The power in his sudden movement scared you, and you found yourself jolting to your own feet.

All you had on you was a small dagger, for you liked to think of yourself as a “wise pacifist”.

You drew it in front of yourself, and scared breaths racked your chest. Comrade was pacing the dirt in front of you, eyes forever trained on the forest, tail swishing.

And then, the attack came.

A slaughter occurred between the trees and before the fire, and though you managed to assist with many kills, Comrade in the end was the clear victor.

However, one tyger against ten orcs was not entirely fair.

In the aftermath, you found yourself with your back rested against a tree—your hand clutching a dagger in your abdomen.

Orcs bodies lay strewn around, some missing heads, others with their intestines spilled on the upturned dirt. Most, however, had their jugulars torn out.

Comrade had just put to rest his last orc, and turned his panting, blood-soaked snout back to you at the sound of a small whimper. The previously feral glint in his eyes subsided, as he observed your mewling state.

Your hand clutched the pommel of the dagger, as you struggled to not look at it—favouring to keep your eyes screwed shut instead, and your chin lifted high.

He immediately thudded one paw in front of the other, as he came to stand beside you. He sniffed the dagger, and made a small sound reminiscent of chuffing to your face. He nudged his nose with your cheek, willing you to look at him.

When you did, you found amber eyes, brimming with concern, looking back at you.

“I wasn’t fast enough,” you tried with a small smile, but mewled again through the pain of speaking.

He chuffed once more, and tried to inspect the dagger. You gently pushed his head away, knowing there wasn’t much he could do.

Understanding the severity of your state, he lifted his neck and stood tall. Flickering his ears in all directions, Comrade scoped out the forest. He could hear the sounds of night for many miles—owls hooting, mice rustling, squirrels climbing and…men chatting lowly around a crackling fire.

They did not sound like orcs, and turning his nose to the air above, Comrade knew instantly they were not. Instead, the scent of men and elves lingered in the breeze, and something new he hadn’t encountered before.

Without glancing back at you, he took off running through the woods.

Watching him leave in confusion, you knitted your brows. However, the throbbing split in your stomach soon burned away again, and you were left crying alone through bared teeth.

On the other side of the forest, just a few miles away, the Fellowship’s camp resided. The loss of Gandalf still rippled through the colleagues and friends like an unsettled lake, and not much was found beyond quiet chatter.

The topic, primarily, was of Lothlorien—the beautiful kingdom they had just reluctantly left.

Sat on a log, and grimacing as he ate rabbit meat off of a bone—quite different from the prepared salads with small chunks of chicken he had grown up with—Legolas watched the fire.

His fingers were sticky, and his nose was scrunched, as he attempted to eat said meat.

Next, Gimli’s chuckles filled the air.

The laughter silenced everyone, for it was the first time anyone had laughed since Moria.

Lifting his eyes, Legolas found Gimli laughing at him. “What is it?”

“A bit out of your comfort zone, aren’t we?” Gimli chuckled back, motioning to the prince’s fingers.

Legolas’ lips fell into a sarcastic frown. “That’s because I was actually raised with the idea of comfort to begin with.”

Gimli dismissively waved his hand. “All I’m hearing is pretty excuses.”

Legolas placed a sticky hand over his chest, and batted his lashes. “You think I’m pretty?”

A smirk grew on Gimli’s lips, as he pointed at the faint outline of grease on Legolas’ Lothlorien tunic.

Losing his own smirk, Legolas looked down at the clothing and sneered upon realizing his mistake.

Laughter rippled through the camp, and a few added on their own taunts in an effort to keep the happy atmosphere alive, even if at the prince’s expense.

However, Legolas had since tuned out. His head was over his shoulder, his pointed ears twitching, as he eyed off the forest behind. Distantly, snapping twigs and thudding paws could be heard.

“Don’t you think, Legolas?” Boromir laughed, slowly reeling the elf’s concerned attention back in to him. “Legolas? I said, don’t you—”

“Shh!” Legolas cut him off, whipping his head over his shoulder again.

Aragorn was the first to cease his relaxed nature, as he knew the cautious elf well-enough.

“Someone’s a bit of a soft—” Gimli had gone to say, before Legolas shushed him again.

Snapping his eyes to his friends, Legolas hastily whispered, “Do you not hear that?”

“We don’t have your—”

“Hush, let him speak,” Aragorn interjected, earning the obedience of the camp. “What is it, Legolas?”

“Something large and ambitious approaches from behind,” Legolas answered, scanning his eyes over his shoulder again.

Just as the elf did, the Fellowship dragged their sights along the trees. Slowly, following Legolas’ words and now actions, the entire camp rose to their feet and clutched their weapons.

The hobbits all nervously eyed one another, as the four stronger warriors stood in front. They each all watched the trees, and their hearts pounded faster, for they, too, could now hear what Legolas was explaining.

Loud thumps reached their ears, as did beastly panting. Legolas drew an arrow, and aimed it in preparation.

And then, Comrade burst into the camp.

The hobbits screamed in shock—in fact, both Gimli and Boromir shouted, too.

The tyger paced before them all, chuffing loudly in communication. Legolas, understanding all living things, heard the tyger speak.

Please! I need your help! My friend, she’s hurt—wounded by orcs!

Legolas lowered his arrow, much to the horror of the others.

“What are you doing?” Boromir screeched. “Shoot it down! It’s rabid! Look at the blood coating its mouth!”

“It is orc blood,” Legolas slowly drew out, knitting his brows in the direction of the tyger. “And he says he needs our help?”

Aragorn glanced at Legolas wide-eyed, and they shared a look��one dripping in superior knowledge.

Legolas made a show of disarming himself of his bow, and spoke back to the tyger in a way only elves could.

Take us to her.

The tyger turned around instantly, and began running into the woods. Aragorn and Legolas followed.

“Wait,” Pippin exclaimed in confusion, as everyone left him behind. “Has he always been able to speak with animals?! Did everyone else know this but me?!”

“Hurry up, Pippin!”

Comrade had left you twenty minutes ago, and you felt an uncontrollable shiver run through your body. It was a shiver that, despite being close to the fire, was continuous.

Your teeth chattered, and your stomach coiled at the blood soaking you. It was all over the front of your tunic, and continuing to spread. You hadn’t removed the dagger as of yet—too afraid of both the consequences and the pain simultaneously.

You felt both dizzy and tired, and only wanted a nap. Just as you were beginning to close your eyes, frantic thudding in the distance could be heard.

Weakly, you turned your eyes to the trees Comrade had left through, and waited for either your friend or more orcs to appear.

However, what you were not expecting, was a blonde elf to burst through the dark with your tyger.

The tall elf skidded to a stop a few yards before you, and gasped sharply. His widened eyes raked over your paling, clammy body in alarm.

“Oh my goodness!” he cussed, before throwing his eyes over his shoulder. “Aragorn! Come quickly!”

Next, a man burst into view. Behind him, another man, dwarf and four hobbits followed. Though, for all you knew, they were children.

White dots filled your vision, and you soon felt very delirious, as if in a dream.

The elf rushed forwards, and fell to his knees beside you. He brushed your hair out of your face to observe your half-lidded eyes, where he then spoke.

“Y/n? Y/n, are you all right? Your friend, Comrade, told me of you. Can you hear me?”

All you could make out of his face were two brilliantly blue eyes. A white, angelic light encompassed him otherwise, and the blonde hair certainly didn’t help.

You garnered a sort of dazed smile, as you scanned his blinding face. “You’re an angel, aren’t you? Sent from above? Oh thank goodness—I thought I was going to go alone.”

Listening to your soft voice, the brunette man with greasy hair dropped beside the elf.

“Her strength fails and her light fades,” Aragorn commented. He scanned his eyes over your wound. “I shall use athelas to treat the bleeding, but…this may be beyond us.”

Legolas looked at Aragorn in horror, before looking down at you again. Two deaths on his hands in such a short amount of time? The immortal elf couldn’t—wouldn’t—process it.

“We are not yet too far from Lothlorien,” Legolas pointed out, studying your tired face. “We can turn around and leave her in the hands of Galadriel and her kin. They will heal her.”

“We haven’t time to double-back and risk the orcs,” Boromir pointed out.

Next, Legolas gestured at all the strewn bodies of the camp. “It appears our fault she dies in the first place. She felt safe enough to camp in these woods, and rightfully so, but we brought the orcs with us. We must help her. She’s our duty now.”

“Legolas is right,” Aragorn agreed, crushing athelas in his hands with water from his pouch. “The orcs are only in these woods because they track us. Legolas, you are the fastest here and know these trees second-best to me. You will take her back to Lothlorien and then take the journey three times faster to catch up with us.”

Legolas nodded his head in understanding, and felt your hand. It was cold, shivering and sweaty. He swallowed his nerves.

“You might want to hold her further,” Aragorn quietly pointed out to Legolas, gesturing to your hand.

The elf noticed the prepared athelas paste, and the ranger’s hand hovering over the intruding dagger’s pommel. Next, Aragorn spoke to you.

“Y/n, my name is Aragorn. I am going to help heal you, and then Legolas here will rush you back to Lothlorien. I am going to remove the dagger to decrease further injury. It will hurt for a moment. Do you understand?”

“Legolas?” you repeated in confusion, looking up at the aforementioned prince. “Oh, yes—him. He’s an angel.”

Aragorn smiled briefly, especially at the creeping blush on his friend’s pointed ears, until you looked back at him and took into account his dirty presentation. “You, on the other hand, are not an angel.”

Comrade, having been pacing the dirt on your free side, came to lay beside you, recognising what was about to happen next.

Aragorn politely curled his lips at your delirious insult, and quickly tore the dagger from your abdomen.

As if supporting a woman through birth, Legolas’ mewls were louder than your own, for the hand of yours he held clenched tightly.

Aragorn got to work quickly, and began applying the athelas to your now bleeding wound. You cried softly, as you felt the pain both grow and lessen.

Finding comfort through your dizzy haze in the thumbpad stroking your knuckles, you squeezed the same hand again, and were pleasantly surprised to find it squeezing back.

Gimli, Boromir and the hobbits watched on—nervously observing both the tyger lying beside you, and your hurt form.

“Lothlorien is a night’s run behind us. She needs a different tunic to reduce the risk of infection,” said Aragorn, using a makeshift cloth to wipe the blood away from you.

Legolas pressed his lips into a thin line, and nodded. He briefly let go of your hand, much to your vocal discomfort, and grabbed the bottom hems of his tunic. He lifted the green material over his head, and was left with nothing but a long-sleeved, white undershirt.

As Aragorn wrapped your chest with what he could find on him that’d temporarily work as a bind, Legolas patiently waited.

After your wound was tended to, Aragorn leant over to speak with you. “Your wound is dressed, Y/n. Legolas will now take care of you until Lothlorien. You are in good, capable hands. I promise.”

You mustered the strength to nod back, despite white dots still filling your vision.

Aragorn clasped Legolas’ shoulder and nodded, to which he nodded back. Then, the ranger turned and told the rest of the Fellowship to head back to camp.

Having ensured everyone was out of sight, Legolas looked down at you again.

“May I please change your tunic? I will close my eyes, but it has to be done—the blood will lead to infection if not dealt with.”

However, you stilled gazed up at him with a silly smile. Considering all he wore was now white, you believed your suspicions of him being an angel correct.

After a moment, his words finally drifted through your mind, like a lone leaf on a lazy river, and you nodded.

Legolas raised a hand to the hem of your tunic, and hooked his fingers underneath, but was halted by the sudden growling and standing of Comrade.

You dare touch her in such a state? I sought you out for help!

I am an elven prince, mellon. Trust me when I say; it is not even remotely possible in my genetic nature to do such a thing.

Well, trust me when I say; it is most definitely in my genetic nature to go for the jugular—always.

Understood, but you must let me help her. Have we not done so already? Let me complete assisting her, and then you shall follow me to Lothlorien.

The snarling lips of the tyger curled for a minute, as he stared across at the determined elf over your body—face to face.

Slowly, his growls died.

Fine. Just know, however, I am watching you every step of the way.

Well, that makes one of us.

As he promised, Legolas closed his eyes. He carefully, but swiftly lifted your blood-soaked tunic and tossed it aside.

Fumbling for a few minutes, as he did so blind, Legolas dressed you in his own green tunic. It was large on you, more like a short dress, but did the job of concealing your wounded form.

At some point, you had nearly drifted off to sleep, but a gentle cooing of Legolas brought you back.

“Hey, you must stay awake for now, all right? I am going to carry you to a lovely kingdom, and you will be taken care of. All I ask in return is that you keep me company with conversation the whole way. Can you please do that for me?”

Exhaling past your nose through your fatigue, you fluttered your hazy eyes open again.

Searching Legolas’ own, you nodded.

“Okay,” you promised.

“Good girl,” Legolas replied. He then gently scooped you into his arms like a bride, and checked in with Comrade.

Are you a fast runner?

Is that even a question?

To further his point, Comrade sprinted off into the trees, leaving Legolas jogging behind him. And, just as you promised, you spoke softly to him the whole way—mostly of his “angelic eyes”—and he delivered on his promise, of quite literally delivering you to Lothlórien.

Surprising Legolas most, however, was the new promise you made after healing by the aid of Galadriel’s hand, just a few days after your arrival. 

Upon learning of what exactly was disturbing your ecosystem in Middle-earth, you told Legolas he would not be making the journey back to his friends alone, for he had gained two new ones. 

[muichiroslover]

Heyo could I request a ban x reader

Where ban and y/n first started dating before elaine so when elaine got into the picture she was a little jealous of their relationship and would try and break them up. And so one day ban and y/n got into an argument, the next day y/n and all of her stuff was gone. Elaine thinking it was a perfect time to take ban tries to comfort him but all he can think about is y/n. So eventually he finds y/n and apologizes in which y/n forgives him.

HAPPY ENDINGG

(Srry If its 2 long u don't have to do it if u dont want 2) (also I do not hate elaine xD)

Hi hi!! Yes I love this idea I love me some angst with happy ending 👀 I hope this is to your liking butterscotch!! <33 enjoy (●’◡’●)ﾉ♥︎♥︎

(Sorry it’s a little late ☹︎)

Pairings: Ban x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and wounds (not bad)

Genre: Angst with happy ending

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You and ban had been a couple for as long as you could remember, at first it was kind of hard to approach him when you guys first met but when you guys had warmed up to each other you guys were absolutely inseparable

You guys did everything together and you were so well known your couple name around towns were “The bandit couple”

As you guys explored the world one night Ban brought up news about this drink that could give you immortality, using the sly line

“Then we can be together forever”

To which you laughed and hit him playfully, but he was entirely serious, you sighed and ended up agreeing to your adventurous boyfriends plan, if it wasn’t real at least you guys would have a fun time

So you guys began your journey to the fairy kings forest, when you guys had finally got to the tree you looked up and groaned

“That’s a huge tree, do we have to climb it?” You ask and he snorts as he already begins getting his hands and legs ready to climb

“You don’t have to, you can wait down here” he says smugly and you glare at the back of his head

“No I’m coming, I might as well see it through” you mutter annoyed to which he laughed

“That’s my girl” he says and you look away in embarrassment, feeling flustered at the comment which almost sent the blue haired man flying off the tree in amusement

As you guys climbed and finally made it to the top a girl, a little one at that looked at you both with a straight face as she puts her hand up and a huge wind blows you guys off

You scream in fear as you get blown far back and far above the ground, Ban grits and teeth and clicks his tongue as he grabs you as you guys start falling and takes the impact

You quickly got off of him and looked at him, tears almost in your eyes

“Oh my god! Ban! Ban I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for you to take the impact! Ban!! Ban-“ you frantically said to the man on the ground who’s eyes were closed

“If you keep calling my name out like that it’d be plain bullying if I didn’t wake up” he groans as he slowly sits up and you quickly hug him to which he chuckles and embraces you back

“Alright let’s try again” he says and your eyes widen slightly

“But ban-“ you begin and he just looks at you with his normal goofy smile you can never turn down, you sigh, deeply may I add and look at him

“Okay..I trust you” you say and he grins even wider as he grabs your hand and stands up as you guys started running towards the tree

The same thing happened a few times, it hurt, a lot but Ban never let you get too injured, always taking the impact of the fall even if you tried to fight with his grip in the air

The last time you guys got up there Ban grabbed his weapon and your eyes widen slightly thinking he was gonna attack the little girl

But he manipulated his staff and instead grabbed the cub with his weapon, You gasped as you two got quickly bounded by trees and the girl took the cup from Bans hand

The girl stands in front of you guys seemingly doing something then she lets us both go, Ban started explaining why you guys wanted immortality and those of such, You didn’t expect him to tell her his whole life’s story but

“Well shes too strong Y/n, let’s just go back” he says smiling at you as he holds out his hand, you smile lightly and nod as you grab it and you both head back down the tree

You guys were camping near the tree those days you were climbing it, you decided you’d stay another week since the fairy kings forest is actually quite pretty and you wanted to explore a bit before leaving since this opportunity may never come again

One night as you laid asleep in your sleeping bag you felt moving, you opened your eyes groggily to see your boyfriend quietly leaving the tent, you thought nothing of it, maybe he was going to pee or he was extra hungry or there was something dangerous nearby

Ignoring it you let yourself fall back into a deep slumber

But as the days and nights continued he kept sneaking out, you started getting suspicious so on the 4th night he snuck out you waited a little bit pretending you were sleeping and after a few minutes you slowly crept out of the tent

You looked around whispering your boyfriends name, this could be a huge misunderstanding after all

You went all around the forest and no sight of Ban

You went back to the tent and looked in, maybe you missed him?? But nope he wasn’t in there

You finally stopped in front of the tree and looked up, remembering the girl that resided there, logically speaking she was older then both of us since fairy’s live longer

“He didn’t” you whisper, you didn’t want to think, no you absolutely were wrong, must be seeing the wrong picture

Your boyfriend of years and hardships is not sneaking out at night to meet up with another girl, no it sounds absurd even thinking about it

‘I’ll just climb and check and I’ll be wrong, I’ll take the wind blow’ you think nodding your head reassuring yourself

You start climbing up the tree as quietly as possible, when you finally made it up and peaked up your mouth fell agape as you saw Ban and the girl chatting and laughing, all close

It surprised you so much that you lost grip on the tree and fell back, you rolled down the tree as if it was a hill, your limbs flying to and fro as you finally hit the bottom

You groaned quietly in pain

“What was that?” Ban says as he stops his conversation with Elaine hearing a soft thump

Elaine looks to the side

“ I didn’t hear anything?” She says and Ban shrugs as they continue to talk

You on the other hand shakily get up as you look at yourself, your arm was bleeding but you don’t know from where, your left ankle was sprained for sure, and your back was killing you it probably had a horrible bruise forming

A tear slipped out as you limped to the tent, you sat down as you grabbed bandages and started cleaning your wounds, the blood was coming from a gash just below your shoulder, probably from a sharp branch

You put a stick in your mouth as you took a deep breath, you grabbed some of Bans alcohol and poured it over the cut, you bit down harshly on the stick but no scream made it through, tears can’t say the same though

You spit out the stick as you breathed hard, every breath of air seeming like you haven’t had oxygen for a while, you take a bandage and wrap it around your arm securely

Usually you would make herbs for wounds and etc, but your hands were shaky, mind a daze and eyes blurry from tears

You wrapped up your sprained ankle and just let your back be in pain because there wasn’t much you could do about the pain back there

You sat silently in the tent waiting for your boyfriend to arrive, he did not arrive till the morning, about an hour and a half before you would usually wake up

When he opened the tent and saw you staring blankly at his empty sleeping bag he went to you and was about to touch your shoulder to ask you what was wrong but you jerked back

He was surprised as you looked at him, your eyes puffy, a huge sign you were crying

“Y/n what-“

“Where were you last night Ban?” You ask and he goes silent

“No in fact where were you the past 4 nights??” You ask and he sighs

“Y/n I just went out to explore and hunt, the foods not gonna come to us-“

You scoff, tears forming up, if he’s lying then is it true that he..

“You’re lying Ban, you’re lying to me” you grit out and he looks at you a little confused but mostly surprised

“What?”

“You were up there in that tree with that girl..” you say dangerously quiet and he sighs his head falling as he realizes he’s been caught and it looks totally wrong too

“Y/n..” he begins and you shake your head

“No no dont Y/n me, why did you lie and why were you sneaking out?!” You shout

“Y/n we were just talking I swear, I lied because I didn’t know how you would react-“

“HOW I WOULD REACT? HOW WOULD YOU REACT IF I WAS SNEAKING OFF LATE AT NIGHT AND MEETING UP WITH SOME GUY BAN?? HUH??!” You ask pushing him back but you wince as the wound near your shoulder moves

Ban notices this then notices the bandage on your arm and ankle

“Y/n what happened?” He asks quickly as he pulls your ankle into his palm to examine it, but you pull it back quickly

“You’re not even answering me, I-I can’t believe this, I can’t.” You say as you lay down in your sleeping bag, you were extremely tired from staying up the whole night already

You laid on the opposite side you usually lay on because of the wound on your other shoulder and thankfully it was the side not facing Ban

You guys didn’t speak for the whole day and when night came you woke up only to see Ban gone

“Y-You’re kidding” you whisper, you quickly get out, you run to the tree as you go up the route you began to remember with your mind at this point

You climbed up skillfully fast ignoring the roaring pain in both your ankle and shoulder, you peaked up and not to your surprise you see Ban and Elaine speaking under the oh so romantic fairy lights

With no sound you climbed back down, you walked to your tent and went in, grabbing your bag you grabbed your herbs, bandages, clothes and canned foods, leaving some for Ban even in your mood

You rolled up your sleeping bag and dig the dirt under as you grabbed your bag of coins, you and Ban always hid your money in case of any intruders, you guys were bandits after all

You take your money and put it in your bag as you get out the tent and leave

Ban returned back in the morning, he had asked Elaine what he should do to fix things and what a girl usually would like in this type of situation, you guys had never fought so bad to the point you didn’t speak the whole entire day

He was scared you were actually done with him, he had a few picked flowers in his hand and he took a deep breath as he opened the tent

But his eyes widen when he sees your stuff gone and your sleeping bag rolled up, he drops the flowers as he looks around frantically

“Y/N?? Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” He yelled, he ran everywhere around the forest looking for you, but you were no where in sight

By the time night fell he still couldn’t find you and it felt like his whole world was collapsing in front of him, he couldn’t think and he couldn’t even yell anymore bc he was sure he lost his voice by how loud and long he was screaming your name

He quickly wiped a tear that rolled down his cheek as he quickly climbed the tree, Elaine looked over at him worriedly

“You didn’t come at our usual time I was worried” she said and looks away blushing slightly

“She left Elaine! She left and I can’t find her anywhere” he says as he falls onto his knees and the tears finally come out

“She left me Elaine I-“ he says hoarsely

Elaine frowns sadly as she goes over and hugs him

“Well Ban...maybe she wasn’t the right one..there’s other people who can make you happy” she says

“Her injuries, she had bandages on her right arm and an injury on her ankle as well! She can get really hurt out there I have to find her” he cried

“Ban she left you, maybe it’s time to move on” Elaine says hintfully and lets go of Ban as she flies to the cup, she gives it to Ban and smiles at him

“Really?” He asks and she nods blushing a bit, he drank it slowly and when Elaine wasn’t looking he poured some inside of a glass bottle

“Ban I like-“ Elaine begins but Ban gets up

“I’m sorry Elaine I think this is the last time you’ll be seeing me, I checked every inch of the forest last night so that means Y/n has left the forest, I’m gonna be leaving as soon as I make it to the tent and get my stuff” he says to the girl who’s face falls in despair

“W-What wait but Ban she-“ she began

“She left? She had a good reason, if I was in her position I’d be upset too I can’t blame her” he says running a hand through his hair

“B-BUT SHE-SHE” Elaine tries to plead but stops when she sees Ban smile at her

“No matter what she did or does, she’s the only one my heart races for, in life or in death Y/n is my one true love so...wherever she goes I’ll chase her” he says and with that he jumps off the tree

Elaine falls to her knees as she watches the spot Ban once stood in, her head falling down as tears fell on to the tree

Ban had gotten to the tent and began packing all his stuff he got his money bag from under his sleeping , though he wonders where you hid yours and leaves

He travels for towns and towns looking for you, he had finally found you but much to his dismay you got captured since you were injured and were in a pretty tight situation as you were on death row

He watched as you and other prison mates were in a yard just doing your own things, you were laying on a bench staring at the sky

“Pssst”

You look up quickly and look around not seeing anyone, you were about to lay back down

“Pssst Y/n!”

You look around again noticing the familiar voice

“I must be going crazy” you mutter as you hold your forehead

“You’re not! Look over here!”

You slowly look to the side of the fence you were near and your eyes slowly landed on a bush, soon blue hair popped up from behind the bush and Ban gave you that grin of his

“Ban!” You say, a smile on your face, but you quickly replace it by a scowl and look away from him

He smiles slightly at that

“Y/n come on look at me” he whispers and you begrudgingly look over at him and he smiles, causing you to get flustered and your scowl to shake trying not to smile

“What are you doing here, you better hurry up and escape before they catch you too” you whisper not looking at him, instead watching the guards

He laughs

“As if I would leave you in a jail cell, come on let’s go” he says and you look at him stupidly

“Let’s go? No thanks death row isn’t that bad” you say coldly and he sighs

“Fine, guess we have to do this the hard way” he says shrugging

“HEY GUARDS” He shouts and your eyes widen as you sit up and block him with your body as the guards and inmates look at you

“UHH YEAH GUARDS, UHM YOUR ZIPPERS DOWN” you say and cringe deeply when the guards both look down and one coughs as he zips up his zipper, the inmates laughing

When everything died down you looked at Ban deadly

“Are you crazy?” You whisper

“Crazy for you”

Your mouth closes as you try to not blush but it’s inevitable as your brows unfurrow and a small smile takes over

“There’s that smile I love” he says and you roll your eyes as you huff slightly

“You better explain, I’m not giving you another chance so don’t you lie to me” you say and he nods quickly like a dog, you can basically see the tail behind him wagging

“Now step back babe, you’re boyfriends here to save you” he says smugly and you roll your eyes as you back up

He takes out his staff and in a swift motion breaks the fence, the guards all look over

“HEY” one shouts and you gasp as Ban quickly scoops you up and starts running

“It’s okay! I’ll take this bandit off your hands!” He shouts amused as he runs, he runs into a forest and does many turns eventually losing the guards who had to return back before any other inmates escaped

He puts you down lightly and you cross your arms to which he snorts

“I can run you know” you say and he shakes his head as he leans down and takes out a jar of green stuff

“They’re not as good as yours but they should do” he says and he gently takes your leg as he pulls up the inmate suit and sees your swollen ankle

“Tch stupid guards didn’t even treat it” he mutters as he takes some of the green cream and slowly and gently rubs it over your ankle

You can’t lie this felt really good but

“The first night I went up to try to plead for the youth drink” he says and you look at him

“The second night I went up to try and bribe for the youth drink”

“The third night I spoke to her, I tried to get to know her so she can see we have no bad intentions but one night wasn’t enough”

“The 4th night she had decent trust in me, so we continued talking”

He sighed as he started wrapping the bandage around your ankle softly, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Ban this gentle

“And the 5th night?” You ask and he looks to the side, you noticed a slight blush

“The 5th night I asked advice on what I should do to make you forgive me..” he mutters and your mouth falls agape slightly, it slowly forms into a small smile

“I’m sorry for not letting you explain..” you say and he shakes his head

“No, I can see how this looked from your perspective” he says as he rolls up your sleeves and switches the old bloodied bandages on your arm

You chuckle softly

“So I guess we can’t be together forever” you say sighing and as he rubs the herb cream on your bruised back he raises his eyebrow and pulls out a glass bottle with pink liquid

“Sorry but you’re not escaping me so easily” he says and you gasp as you grab the bottle and look at it

“This is really it??” You say looking back at him and he nods proudly

You slowly open it and drink it, but you didn’t feel that different

“Did it work?” You ask and he shrugs to which you deadpan

That day you both held hand as you jumped off a cliff, when you landed you guys sat up as you laughed and high fived, it worked

After a few months both you and Ban were caught purposely cause life began to get boring, you both sat in the same cell, after 33 executions you both are still alive in confinement

“I win” you say as you cross an all three X’s on the tic tac toe you made on the dirt in the ground

“You’re cheating” Ban replies and you laugh

Soon the door blows open and you two looked over to see a short man with blonde hair, you both smiled as Meliodas smiled back at you two

“Glad to see you two are still lovebirds”

[septembersghost]

maybe a heavy question for a tuesday night but—how do you manage to be tender and soft and open-hearted without feeling bruised all the time? or, i guess, how do you cope with feeling bruised all the time, if that is how you feel? i feel lately like an exposed nerve, like i’m too vulnerable by half and everyone is pointing and laughing. i feel like i ought to have a thicker skin but i don’t necessarily want to lose the tenderness. i don’t know what to do, i guess.

oh darling anon. i'm sending so much love to you. there is never a wrong time for this kind of question. i don't know if there's a right answer.

so here's what i will tell you from my own experience, subjective though it may be - i have always been an overly sensitive soul, a little too soft and easily wounded, tender heart that's maybe too naively trusting and forgiving. i used to get told to "toughen up" by various people (excluding my mom), there were even (male) family members who'd tease me intentionally at gatherings to try and make me cry because they misguidedly thought that this would cause me to be stronger. and it just made me feel worse, because i felt like there was something too fragile and broken in me, that i'd never be good enough or resilient enough to matter. that somehow the softness was weakness or childishness. it's something i couldn't change. and even when it's a compliment, it can be sharp-edged - you're so sweet, but so quiet! the kindness being something you try for, but the quiet being fear.

many years ago, after i went through a specific traumatic experience, i turned on myself, drove those knives inward, but also briefly lashed out. it's the only time in my life that i reacted in an aggressive way from the wounds. there was a span of months where i was unrecognizably dark and cynical and bitter, numbed to the softer and brighter things i try to hold. (and i was angry, but i don't think anger automatically is a negative thing, it depends how you channel it.) i was also s****dal, and miring myself in such a dark headspace definitely didn't make that better. it was brutal, and when i started to surface on the other side, claw my way back through the thorns of it, i realized...hardening myself like that was worse. it made the whole world feel heavier, and meaner, and harder to find my bearings in, because it simply wasn't me. i fought bloody to get the true sense of myself back, and she is soft and silly and too sensitive and cries a lot, and it's okay. it's okay because it's true, and being true is the only way you don't sink under the worst waves. i strove not to ever lose that again.

(it's why i keep: be soft, and i want to still have a sharp pen and thin skin and an open heart, and you have to be wearing a suit of armor, but have a liquid heart and soul, close in my mind all the time. like little prayers, affirmations. we are allowed to be this way. to exist in our tenderness.)

i know it makes you feel bruised and delicate, and cut open to the ache of the world at times, and like a flayed nerve at times. i know those moments are exhausting and echo around in your head. the only thing i can say is that i also believe being open-hearted is a gift. you feel things deeply and it makes the world richer and more beautiful, it doesn't only give you the pain, it gives you the wonder and the joy too. it doesn't mean it's easy, on the contrary it often is not. to be tender is to be so human. having a great capacity for love is a mitzvah, a blessing. there is no one who is tender quite like you. no one has your heart. this universe needs all the kindness it can get. you are rare and essential. consider that softness like a living thing - if you put it in the dark, it will wither and fade away, but if you let it stay in the light, it will keep doing its very best to blossom and show all its colors. that's what you are, all shimmer and color. those who truly value you will see that and treasure it, but the most important thing is to keep it for you. it's not a weakness. it's a strength.

[simping-overload]

Being TFP! Dragonformers mate

Characters: Megatron, Dreadwing, Optimus, Breakdown

(Dragonformer reader)

A/n: some are shorter than others, my apologies- also this is pt. 1 of the dragon formers mate series

𝕸𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓 -

When he was courting you he tried to impress the hell out of you by bringing you his biggest meals, showing how strong he is when you watch him defend his territory against enemy clans or rouge dragons, will also pull risker moves

Would also give you quite a few gems that he picked himself

Now that the two of you are together, he's more protective of you then ever

good thing is no one will try and flirt or try to court you since they don't want to face Megatron's wrath

likes taking you on patrols, and hunts with him, he likes to show off on these too whether it be areal tricks or his hunting abilities- this man likes to show off

If you ever give him praise for these things he will get an ego boost, or hell even if you give a impressed look or whatever he'll still get a ego boost

Sometimes he will take you onto flights, just flights no scouting so you two can just relax and have a lil' fun with showing off areal tricks, though these flights are uncommon

But if you don't have wings, he'll go on a walk with you, still going to fly over you for a bit. Or if you let him he'll carry you

Your den is on the side of the mountain(like this), the opening may be a tad small but the inside is huge so the two of you can fit just fine and still have room to move around

megs would clean your scales as long as your clean his in return

He won't initiate cuddling, but if you do he won't oppose it. And cuddling with him usually leads you two to sleep with your tails wrapped around each other, wing drape over you, and his body protectively curled around yours

𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 -

when Dreadwing is courting you, the gifts -animals, - they would slowly get bigger and bigger, till you had a oddly large buck on the outside of your den. or he might preform a courting dance

now that the two of you as officially mates- he's extremely protective of you(& he knows you can take care of yourself.) He just doesn't want to lose another loved one.

If anyone tries to court you, they probably will get killed, or a very terrifying glare, it just depends on who it is

He prefers to go on hunts and patrol trips alone, mainly so you can guard the den but also so he can focus -you distract him easily- but if you insist he'll take you with him while trying his hardest to not get distracted

He prefers to use traps instead of traditional hunting but depending on what your hunting if it's too big or smart for the traps he's willing to use traditional hunting, and when he does he's silent as a mouse and extremely focused, if you ever distract him you will get a soft slap with his tail and an unamused look

He doesn't mind you distracting him on patrols, since where your territory is located it's someplace that not many venture due to it being a secluded area that's very hard to navigate if you've never lived there for more than a year or been born there

But if there happens to be a dragon venturing into your territory, you or he will scare the intruder off if the person didn't seem to need any help, like medical help if that's the cause then Dreadwing already has a den prepared so no one will find the location of your actual den

Your den is located in a secluded forested area, away from where the largest clans were, he retreated to the forest after he left the Deceptions And it's where he found you

The entrance to your den is covered/surrounded by trees and bushes with a pathway leading up to it, the cave also connects to a waterfall so you two don't have to worry about water, and always have a fresh and clean supply to drink from and bathe in(ex: photo 1 and 2)

If you ever decided to get playful when the two of you are batheing in the water and cleaning yourself, he will gladly indulge you, though, be careful you'll get a whole ass wave in your face cause Dreadwing doesn't hold back

When he's not hunting or patrolling the two of you usually go on walks, scaling up the mountains in the unexplored parts of your territory. When you do you two usually find different kinds of gems and flowers so you two have started a collection that you keep in your den

He would initiate cuddling as much as you initiate cuddling, he can get rather clingy in his sleep, the fear of losing you as he lost his brother is prevalent in your relationship, give him some reassurance, and don't push him away please

Your two cuddling positions are usually facing each other, your tails and legs intertwined your head resting near his neck, a very good spot when your cold since that's one of the warmest parts of his body

𝕺𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊

when he's courting you, he brings gems and any aesthetically appealing thing he finds on his patrols to you, he may do a courting dance or flight, and the dragon equivalent to preening

Now that you two are officially mates, he's a lot more relaxed around you, while he is more protective of you he knows your ability to take care of yourself just fine

I doubt anyone would try to court or flirt with you if they have respect for the Prime. But if someone happens to try to court you, they will get the most terrifying glare of their life.

He would like to take you on hunts with him so he can keep his eye on you and just wants to spend more time with you. He doesn't take the hunts as seriously as Dreadwing so he's can be playful depending on what your hunting though

Rather you stay in the den when he's on his patrols, since its always possible to have a intruder at the border of his(& the autobots) territory, he just doesn't want to risk getting you hurt.

The entrance of your cave is covered by a waterfall, which the water from it goes down to a small lake, but one that is big enough for you two to bathe in. The inside of the cave is surrounded by soft moss(specifically hepaticae)

which Optimus loves to rub up against it -he likes soft things- (ex of cave)

Like Dreadwing he also likes to play in water, and if he's feeling playful he will tackle ya and when your on the ground under him, you will get smothered in affection, so lots of nuzzles

He's usually the one to initiate the cuddles, if you don't have wings, he's curled protectively around you with his head on your shoulder/neck area and his leg over top of yours (like this)

If you do have wings, he would like them to be draped over him as his head rests your chest and held by your front legs(?) he's very happy in this position

𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓

When he's courting you he wants to show how strong and gentle he can be. Showing his strong side smashing through boulders and trees, or by hunting down large prey. While he shows his gentle side to you by picking up baby birds from the ground when they have fell from their nests and helping the Vehicons clean their wounds, and preening you.

now that you two are mates hes much more playful with you, so be prepared to get tackled and into lots of play fights

If any one trys to court or flirt with you, they will prob be killed or threatened, it depends on the person

He would like them to go on hunts and patrols with you, despite the fact that he would probably get distracted by you- also that would be a good ass opportunity for teasing him

But when he's not distracted on hunts and patrols, Breakdown can get shit done. He's a very good hunter despite him being a tad slower then most, he can still be very quiet and light on his feet.

If you ever encounter another dragon, from a other clan or a rouge, count on Breakdown to scare them away, a protective Breakdown is a scary Breakdown

If you want him to calm down after the encounter just praise him and give a few nuzzles, then he'll go back to being a happy boi

Your den is located in a more scheduled area of Depiction territory but is still close enough to hear Megatrons roar,

The entrance of your cave isn't really shielded but no one can see through it due to the land above shadowing it from view so you would need to get up close and personal to see what's inside. The walkway to the entrance is slightly slippery due to the small waterfall next to your cave which is a your drinking soruce. (like this)

Some of his favorite past times with you is scaling up mountains or rough terrain and racing to the top to see who gets there first and just cuddling with you brings him great joy

Speaking of cuddling, if you have wings be prepared for him to slip under them and use them as an umbrella from time to time, and drape them over him while his head it nuzzled into your chin, using one of your front legs as a pillow from the ground and your other front leg is over his shoulder, all your other body parts are intertwined, holding each other close