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mothwingwritings · 10 months ago

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BTD/TPOF Valentine's Gifts To You~<3

Look I know Valentine’s was days ago but it’s one of my favorite holidays and I have no chill, so you all have to deal with the residual now. (*-`ω´- )人

THAT BEING SAID- here's a little 'what kinds of gifts/experiences the Boyfriend To Death/The Price Of Flesh crew would lavish you with on Valentine's day' imagine, let’s gooo!!! I hope you all enjoy!

18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Warnings: Abuse, implied past kidnapping, reader getting hurt, torture, noncon, dubcon, (please forgive the pun but) horrible people taking a stab at an ounce of ��affection’ and mostly just making things more dreadful for you.

I hope you all enjoy! ˘³˘

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Ren🦊- Will actually get you a sweet gift, something that he put time and thought into. Chocolates, a stuffed animal, a cute outfit, a figure of your favorite game/anime character that you have been eying, maybe even all of the above if he has the budget (honestly probably all of the above even if he doesn’t have the budget). He’ll present it really cutely too, like rose petal’s littering the ground leading you to the room where all the gifts are neatly displayed, giving a little ‘tah-dah!’ as soon as you discover them. He gets really excited watching you open them, explaining his reasoning behind each and every item he purchased/made you.

“All the chocolates in store looked boring, so I decided to make you some! I added your favorite ingredients, so I hope you like them!”

“This stuffed fox was too cute to leave behind and, well… I was hoping maybe it would sort of remind you of me? Anyway, I couldn’t leave the store without him! He belongs snuggled in your arms, just like I do!”

Just be mindful that in return he’s probably gonna put on a ‘cute romance anime’ of his choosing to end the night and that ‘cute romance anime’ is 100% just going to be hentai. From there, one thing will lead to another and he’ll make sure he gets a nice Valentine’s gift too. :) Oh, and if you don't like any of the gifts... It's best just to keep it to yourself. He'd hate to have to ruin the nice time you are having on this great holiday because you are being ungrateful.

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Lawrence🪴- Flowers is a no brainer, but he doesn’t want to give you something that’s too cliché or that you’ll just throw in a vase to watch slowly die. After mulling it over he decides to give you something with a little more meaning-a plant from his collection that he planted and grew himself. He would most likely pick something like an aglaonema (its valentine colored, right?) or some kind of succulent because they are easier to take care of. He’s a little worried that you are gonna find such a gift weird or see it as a hassle, that no matter how little maintenance the plant takes you’ll just let it end up dying regardless. But he supposes if anything this will be a good test of your bond-will you cherish and nurture the gift he gives you, or will you discard it and let it wither? Don’t make the wrong choice here, it would break his heart. (And your life honestly depends on it.)

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Strade🔪- You were dreading what kind of ‘present’ this man would concoct for you on Valentine’s day, but to your complete surprise he actually prepares something shockingly thoughtful for you. He’s set up a nice little homemade dinner for the two of you in the living room, complete with mood lighting (you hoped he didn’t have any surprise uses for the candles that burned around you), nice dishes and silverware (a rare luxury, considering how he usually makes you eat your food) and some wild flowers he had picked from out in the yard (did they have thorns? Were you gonna find that out the hard way?). The dinner itself is one of your favorite meals, and while it was maybe a tad bit overcooked and plated sloppily, it still tasted incredibly good. The catch? Well, I mean you have to have some kind of entertainment while you eat, right? Good thing Strade has a plethora of ‘home videos’ on deck to enjoy with you while you have your lovely little feast. Maybe watching them will spark something between you two, it’s certainly going to put him in the mood to reenact them with you. It’s Valentine’s Day afterall, why not have a little fun? <3

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Celia👩‍💼- It really just depends on her mood or what is happening the day of. You may end up getting something nice, a little reward from her for being such a good and obedient pet. She’ll gift you something thoughtful and sweet, like a nice piece of jewelry, expensive chocolate, or finely aged wine that costs more than you make in an entire month. She’ll be relaxed and pleased as she watches you enjoy her gift, taking satisfaction in how easy it was for her to delight you. On the other hand, if she is in a horrible mood or (god forbid) was forced to spend the holiday with her husband, the only thing you are going to be receiving is the brunt of her frustrations. If he bought her chocolates she’d force you to eat them all in one go, prying your mouth open to shove them in herself if you refuse to do it on your own, cramming them in until you nearly choke. If he bought her flowers she’d flog you with the bouquet, rose thorns tearing into your flesh until you were left in a pile of petals and your own blood, body littered with lacerations and angry red welts. Whatever half assed gift she was given or horrible date she was put through, has now become your problem as she uses you as an outlet for her resentment. And for the final celebratory Valentine’s act, she’d use you however she saw fit to get off (because she sure as hell isn’t getting any pleasure anywhere else tonight). Mine as well make the most of her time with her little sweetheart before she’s forced to go back and face whatever is waiting for her back home. You understand, right honey?

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Derek🦂- Honestly he forgets it’s Valentine’s Day, but it really doesn’t matter. He wasn’t going to go out of his way to get you anything or do anything for you anyway. If anything, he’d buy something for himself that he can either use on you or force you into for his own personal amusement. Some kind of constricting, demeaning latex gimp suit, or maybe a new whip he can assault you with. The more it hurts or humiliates you the better, because nothing brings him more pleasure than watching you suffer and squirm. Regardless of if he remembers the holiday or not, he’ll probably just spend the day mocking, assaulting, and/or torturing you anyway-once he recognizes the date, he may even go a little harder than usual as a treat to himself. What are you gonna do, cry because your ‘Valentine’ is being mean to you? Hearing you beg, curse, moan, and scream in agony over all that he’s putting you through only makes it better, sweetheart. Like music to his ears! Even though it’s far from your intention, you are the best Valentine he’s ever had and though he won’t admit it, he’s thankful to you for that. Then again, maybe the holiday is just making him feel particularly sappy… Has he ever told you how pretty your tear stained face looks when you are choking on his dick, struggling to breathe as he forces himself down your throat? He’ll have to take a picture to show you next time.

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Mason🌲- He’s not very well versed with the ‘typical’ things people want or do for Valentine’s Day, and quite honestly, he finds it all rather obnoxious. To him it’s just some big show, a way for corporations to profit off people’s affections and sex drives to get them to spend money on cheap tokens of affection. Flower bouquets? They’ll just die. Stuffed animals? There’s no point to them. Jewelry? Useless baubles. No, the TRUE way to show your love for someone is through an EXPERIENCE. And what better experience is there then the thrill of nature? Maybe that makes him seem like a one trick pony- he did first meet you by purchasing you for his hunt, after all. But things were different now, you have proven yourself to him, proven that you have the know-how to survive out in the wilds. Now that you mastered it, you can truly enjoy it. He can tell you still didn’t really trust him (and honestly he isn’t sure you ever truly will) but he has faith you’ll eventually come around to this new way of life with him. He loves taking you out hunting and camping, the excitement he feels stalking his prey, the sense of purpose and connection he experiences living off of nature’s bounty, he’s found its much more enjoyable with you by his side. He hopes you feel it too- the buzz coursing through the air as he finally corners his quarry, how rousing it is when you land the final blow and get to drag your prize back home. He makes you watch as he skins and cleans them, finding importance in the act. You need to witness him doing his craft, learn from him, and really understand that you’re relying on him for your survival. Afterall it’s just the two of you out here now, it’s better to get used to it sooner rather than later. Come on, it’s time you took part in helping him prepare his slaughter. After you are done he’ll use the meat to cook you something nice, or prepare you some jerky so you’ll have something to snack on. This lifestyle is his ongoing gift to you, darlin’. Happy Valentine’s Day. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

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mariacallous · 21 days ago

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Democrats and liberal pundits are already trying to figure out how the Trump campaign not only bested Kamala Harris in the “Blue Wall” states of the Midwest and the Rust Belt, but gained on her even in areas that should have been safe for a Democrat. Almost everywhere, Donald Trump expanded his coalition, and this time, unlike in 2016, he didn’t have to thread the needle of the Electoral College to win: He can claim the legitimacy of winning the popular vote.

Trump’s opponents are now muttering about the choice of Tim Walz, the influence of the Russians, the role of the right-wing media, and whether President Joe Biden should not have stepped aside in favor of Harris. Even the old saw about “economic anxiety” is making a comeback.

These explanations all have some merit, but mostly, they miss the point. Yes, some voters still stubbornly believe that presidents magically control the price of basic goods. Others have genuine concerns about immigration and gave in to Trump’s booming call of fascism and nativism. And some of them were just never going to vote for a woman, much less a Black woman.

But in the end, a majority of American voters chose Trump because they wanted what he was selling: a nonstop reality show of rage and resentment. Some Democrats, still gripped by the lure of wonkery, continue to scratch their heads over which policy proposals might have unlocked more votes, but that was always a mug’s game. Trump voters never cared about policies, and he rarely gave them any. (Choosing to be eaten by a shark rather than electrocuted might be a personal preference, but it’s not a policy.) His rallies involved long rants about the way he’s been treated, like a giant therapy session or a huge family gathering around a bellowing, impaired grandpa.

Back in 2021, I wrote a book about the rise of “illiberal populism,” the self-destructive tendency in some nations that leads people to participate in democratic institutions such as voting while being hostile to democracy itself, casting ballots primarily to punish other people and to curtail everyone’s rights—even their own. These movements are sometimes led by fantastically wealthy faux populists who hoodwink gullible voters by promising to solve a litany of problems that always seem to involve money, immigrants, and minorities. The appeals from these charlatans resonate most not among the very poor, but among a bored, relatively well-off middle class, usually those who are deeply uncomfortable with racial and demographic changes in their own countries.

And so it came to pass: Last night, a gaggle of millionaires and billionaires grinned and applauded for Trump. They were part of an alliance with the very people another Trump term would hurt—the young, minorities, and working families among them.

Trump, as he has shown repeatedly over the years, couldn’t care less about any of these groups. He ran for office to seize control of the apparatus of government and to evade judicial accountability for his previous actions as president. Once he is safe, he will embark on the other project he seems to truly care about: the destruction of the rule of law and any other impediments to enlarging his power.

Americans who wish to stop Trump in this assault on the American constitutional order, then, should get it out of their heads that this election could have been won if only a better candidate had made a better pitch to a few thousand people in Pennsylvania. Biden, too old and tired to mount a proper campaign, likely would have lost worse than Harris; more to the point, there was nothing even a more invigorated Biden or a less, you know, female alternative could have offered. Racial grievances, dissatisfaction with life’s travails (including substance addiction and lack of education), and resentment toward the villainous elites in faraway cities cannot be placated by housing policy or interest-rate cuts.

No candidate can reason about facts and policies with voters who have no real interest in such things. They like the promises of social revenge that flow from Trump, the tough-guy rhetoric, the simplistic “I will fix it” solutions. And he’s interesting to them, because he supports and encourages their conspiracist beliefs. (I knew Harris was in trouble when I was in Pennsylvania last week for an event and a fairly well-off business owner, who was an ardent Trump supporter, told me that Michelle Obama had conspired with the Canadians to change the state’s vote tally in 2020. And that wasn’t even the weirdest part of the conversation.)

As Jonathan Last, editor of The Bulwark, put it in a social-media post last night: The election went the way it did “because America wanted Trump. That’s it. People reaching to construct [policy] alibis for the public because they don’t want to grapple with this are whistling past the graveyard.” Last worries that we might now be in a transition to authoritarianism of the kind Russia went through in the 1990s, but I visited Russia often in those days, and much of the Russian democratic implosion was driven by genuinely brutal economic conditions and the rapid collapse of basic public services. Americans have done this to themselves during a time of peace, prosperity, and astonishingly high living standards. An affluent society that thinks it is living in a hellscape is ripe for gulling by dictators who are willing to play along with such delusions.

The bright spot in all this is that Trump and his coterie must now govern. The last time around, Trump was surrounded by a small group of moderately competent people, and these adults basically put baby bumpers and pool noodles on all the sharp edges of government. This time, Trump will rule with greater power but fewer excuses, and he—and his voters—will have to own the messes and outrages he is already planning to create.

Those voters expect that Trump will hurt others and not them. They will likely be unpleasantly surprised, much as they were in Trump’s first term. (He was, after all, voted out of office for a reason.) For the moment, some number of them have memory-holed that experience and are pretending that his vicious attacks on other Americans are just so much hot air.

Trump, unfortunately, means most of what he says. In this election, he has triggered the unfocused ire and unfounded grievances of millions of voters. Soon we will learn whether he can still trigger their decency—if there is any to be found.

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porterdavis · 23 days ago

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A great long read from Tom Nichols of The Atlantic:

“Democrats and liberal pundits are already trying to figure out how the Trump campaign not only bested Kamala Harris in the “Blue Wall” states of the Midwest and the Rust Belt, but gained on her even in areas that should have been safe for a Democrat. Almost everywhere, Donald Trump expanded his coalition, and this time, unlike in 2016, he didn’t have to thread the needle of the Electoral College to win: He can claim the legitimacy of winning the popular vote.

#Tom nichols

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all-pacas · 2 months ago

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Can you talk more about Chase's moral stand in The Dictator and what made him do such a shift? While Chase did care about people outside of his immediate circle at times,it was (almost) always by the way of him relating to said experiences and/or bonding with the patients.

I really don't think it's that complicated. As fun as it is to joke about Chase's utter lack of morals and empathy, that's never actually been true. He reaches out to Foreman in Family with empathy and an offer to go drinking; he reaches out to Cameron in Cursed with offers to do work so she can go home and to… go drinking (Chase has one move). He is very upset when he loses patients in Maternity and Forever (both babies; still). He cries over House's "cancer" in Half Wit even before the hug. He falls very hard for Cameron; he reaches out to 13 in After Hours, his pro-euthanasia stance in Informed Consent is about easing pain. One of my favorite little moments is in Cane and Able: the child patient's parents are exasperated and unsupportive of their son's alien abduction delusions, and Chase makes a point in talking to them, telling them pretty frankly that they need to support their son, even if they think he's nuts. He didn't need to do that. He was absolutely right. When he finds out House lied to the transplant committee in Control, he does rat to Vogler… but he doesn't do anything to undermine the transplant, which proceeds. Generally speaking, he knows right from wrong and doesn't approve of "harming people" (in particular children) or "hurting people." Yes, we mostly see that with the people he does care about, but. He doesn't really like Foreman much. Foreman is often quite dismissive of Chase. Chase still offers to go drinking. Is he the nicest and sweetest guy ever? Nah. But he's not evil.

Where his "lack of morals" comes in is that Chase puts himself first. He's not selfish in the way we usually think of it; he does care for other people, and quite a lot at times. But he's a survivor, he looks out for himself first. The rare times he refuses an order from House, it's because he thinks the risk to his career or license is too high. If a task requires him to go out of his way when he doesn't care about it, he won't do it. If a task leads him into an uncomfortable situation, as in Safe — faced with the choice of revealing to the patient's overprotective parents that their daughter is sexually active, or just billing them for a test and letting them find out on their own time — he chooses the easier-for-him option. He doesn't really care that House is on drugs. He doesn't really care about all the shady things his job comes with, as long as he doesn't risk losing it, getting arrested, or the end result. Lying to a patient? Why not, if it gets the job done. That doesn't mean he's pro murder. It just means he's lazy and pragmatic. Again, the rare times he defies House, it's when House is asking him to do something that is too "high risk" for Chase.

So the thing about Dibala is that Chase actually feels that murder is still wrong. He has morals, and those morals are: don't kill people, it's wrong. He makes it pretty clear.

CHASE: You can't want to kill anyone, especially not your own patient. CAMERON: It's only natural to feel he should – CHASE: No, it's completely unnatural. Only psychopaths can kill other people without having some sort of breakdown. CAMERON: Not when it's justified. Look at soldiers. CHASE: Even when it's justified.

Except the entire episode, all Chase is hearing is the opposite. I'm not saying Cameron pushed him into it or anything: he made up his own mind. But Cameron keeps telling him he's evil and should die. Dibala's would-be assassin tells him, twice, that Dibala is evil and should die and here is what he witnessed and did.

So let's look at the scene where Chase decides to do a murder. Cameron has been going through her own Arc in this episode, passive-aggressively hinting someone should kill Dibala but not making any moves on her own. Dibala gets sick of this and grabs her, challenging her to act, not just talk, but Cameron can't do it and backs down, leaving Chase and Dibala alone.

CHASE: If you touch my wife again, I'll kick your ass out into the street. I don't care who you are. DIBALA: I did her a favor. I showed her her true character. CHASE: She's a better person than you are. DIBALA: She is too weak to act on her beliefs. That is not her fault. Most everyone is. Even my own advisors. My own colonel. All they do is negotiate and debate and sign treaties. They are appeasers. And all the while, we are beset by assassins and traitors, the scum – CHASE: Cockroaches? What are you going to do about them? DIBALA: What is an enemy to you? Some younger physician who covets your office? In my world, there are dangers and bloodshed and death. And that makes you a man. And men make choices. CHASE: And your choice is to send bands of drunk, crazed children to massacre an entire people? DIBALA: Don't ask me questions you don't want to know the answer to. CHASE: I saved your life. I deserve to know what you're planning to – DIBALA: Whatever it takes to protect my country.

Chase is mad: he just hurt Cameron, and more than that, Chase is a little betrayed. He and Dibala kind of got along before this. I wouldn't say Chase liked him, but they bonded. Until this moment, Dibala was polite. He was complimentary. He offered Chase excuses, and Chase probably wanted to believe them. Not anymore! Dibala just hurt Cameron, called her weak, and told Chase blatantly "I'm planning another genocide."

Chase is angry: I saved your life, you need to be honest with me, you shouldn't be like this.

Until now, Dibala had polite excuses: it wasn't his fault, he had bad subordinates who killed people, he made mistakes. Weak excuses, but the kind of excuses Chase probably did believe, kind of wanted to believe. Not anymore! This nice old man has just revealed himself to be planning more murders!

That's what makes Chase act. What tips him past "I'm not getting involved" into "time to do a murder." He spends the entire episode hearing everyone talk about how someone should kill Dibala. And then Dibala betrays his (very misplaced) trust, reveals himself to be just as evil as everyone has said, and even gives Chase a nice little speech about how strength is to act, how to be a man is to make a choice, not just sit back and do what's easier.

It was never a matter of lol Chase is fine with murder, he doesn't care about anything. Chase cares about quite a lot of things. The trick was getting him to care enough to put himself at risk and act.

#robert chase #malpractice posting

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sixhours · 9 months ago

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Chapter 17 - The Ghosts of Babylon

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

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When you wake, Joel is already gone, back to another patrol shift. He leaves a note on the counter in his typically terse fashion:

Coffee’s fresh. Help yourself.

You don’t talk about that night again, but the effects linger. Patrol groups are larger and rotated more frequently since the bite that killed Eliot. The infected seem to be everywhere, and the council doubles the number of guards on the wall.

More than once during that summer, you wake in Joel’s bed, alone. Sometimes you find him standing at Ellie’s door, watching over her while she sleeps, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth until it’s raw. It’s the only time they’re truly at ease, when the silence between them isn’t uncomfortable. You’ll take his hand and lead him back to bed and he’ll bury his face in the back of your neck, unspoken sorrow radiating from him in waves.

But life in Jackson continues despite the undercurrent of unease. The weather turns brutally hot, and you treat heatstroke, sunburns, and so many cases of swimmer’s ear in the kids, who spend their free time frolicking in the creek that runs through the back half of the settlement.

Joel sets up a ring of stones in the backyard, and you build a fire and show Ellie how to roast homemade marshmallows in the embers. She’s impatient, and most of the time the sticky candy is set alight until it’s charred black and papery. She eats it anyway. Joel strums his guitar and hums under his breath, frowning when he misses a chord, brow furrowed in concentration as Ellie needles him about his taste in music.

There are times when it’s too sweet and simple, this life, and perhaps that’s why you don’t trust it. There is always the sense that you’re waiting for something to happen, for the terrible thing that will take it all away.

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In mid-July, the council hosts an outdoor party they call the Firefly Dance, which you think is a terrible name under the circumstances, but no one else seems to think so. As much as you hate the idea of a night of watching sweaty people get increasingly drunk–all you see are future injuries to treat, more babies to deliver–you know you should make an appearance to seem neighborly. Joel seems to think so, too, because he tells you you shouldn’t miss it. It’s unlike him, to be excited about a silly dance with a silly name, so you decide to make the effort.

You’re dressed in a cornflower blue shift dress that, in the Before, would have been dubbed old-fashioned. But it’s the only slightly dressy thing you own that doesn’t have sleeves, and you’re not exactly surrounded by a dearth of choices. It falls just to your knees, and you can’t remember a time since the outbreak when you clothed yourself for fun rather than utility. It feels almost scandalous to walk around in public with bare legs and shoulders.

The way Joel’s eyes light up when he sees you confirms you’ve made a good choice, old-fashioned or not. He meets you at the edge of the party, gives you an appraising glance, and leans in to place a single chaste kiss on your cheek, murmuring in your ear.

“Clean up nice.”

He does, too, you think. His curls are temporarily tamed and slicked back, the usual flannel replaced by a short-sleeved plaid button-up with jeans. He looks almost presentable.

Before you can tell him this, he’s taking your arm and steering you…away.

“The party’s back there, Miller,” you say, looking over your shoulder at the strings of lights and the people mulling about.

“Got a better idea.”

You walk through an alley, down a narrow street, then into the open field near the northwest corner of the wall, until the lights and music are a distant pulse in the background.

His bedroll is already laid out, flattening a small patch of the tall sweetgrass. He pulls you down against him, cups your face in his wide palms, and kisses you long and deep.

“Joel Miller,” you murmur against his willing, open mouth. “I didn’t take you for a romantic.”

He hums against your lips, hands already sliding under your dress. Maybe there’s something to bare legs after all. “Stars didn’t do it for ya?”

“Mmm,” you breathe. “Too cold.”

He rolls you onto your back, the grass warm and soft underneath you, almost soft as a bed. His nose grazes the spot behind your ear that makes you shiver, one hand already slipping into your panties, curling around your sensitive center. Your hands reach down, eager to touch him, to return the favor, but he gently pushes you away.

“Uh uh,” his voice tickles at your collarbone, stubble scraping your throat. “Just for you tonight.”

An undignified sound escapes you in half moan, half-whisper. “Fuck.”

“That’s the idea,” he growls, and his fingers begin their achingly slow ministrations at your cunt. Your back arches into his touch, but he teases, stroking until you’re feverish with the sensations pulling deliciously low and tight in your abdomen.

At some point, he’s pulled one of your breasts free of the confines of your bra, and his mouth settles over the nipple, laving and suckling until your fingernails leave little half-moons on the back of his neck.

You grind against his fingers, making soft little keening noises, desperate to be filled. Your eyes flit to the wall; a distant figure moves there. Joel follows your gaze. “They ain’t lookin’ in here,” he says.

“And so what…if they are?” you gasp.

There’s a growl from somewhere deep in Joel’s chest and he groans, two fingers finally, finally pushing inside you and curling hard. “You’d like that, huh?”

But you don’t have the words to answer. His big fingers are circling that spot deep within you and his palm grinds on your clit, and then you’re clenching, clenching, almost, so close .

And then you are brutally emptied, and he’s crawling down your body with ravenous hunger, burning a slow trail of lingering kisses to the apex of your thighs. His tongue caresses your clit, and your moan is low and primal, one hand buried in his hair and the other twisted in the long grass, clawing at the earth until you are blissfully full again.

You open your eyes to the stars, you close your eyes and they follow you into the dark.

~*~

You’re draped over his chest as his hand rubs a soothing path up and down your spine. There’s a flicker of light in your peripheral vision, then another, and another–fireflies darting and blinking lazily in the grass.

“Welcome back,” he murmurs into your hair.

“Mmmm.”

He gently extracts you from his arm and sits up, eliciting a little whine, which he pointedly ignores. You roll to your front, burying your nose in the scent of his blanket, the lingering heat of his body.

“C’mon, lazy bones. Up.” He’s tugging at your hand.

“No.”

The music drifts over the field, something soft; Fleetwood Mac.

“It’s a dance.”

“I don’t dance.”

“You do. Ellie said so.”

“She lied.”

He grunts. “I think you’re the one who’s lyin’. Up.”

You huff in protest, but take his hand, knees cracking lightly as you get to your feet.

He holds one hand out, the other around your waist, a proper southern gentleman…and then not. The hand on your back slides down to cup your bare ass through your dress, and you realize at some point he’d removed your panties.

He sways, and you find the rhythm, barely, still drowsy and sated. He hums along with the song into your hair.

When he tries to spin you, your feet catch on the bedroll and you feel yourself falling backward with a little shriek. He pulls you back into him, both strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“Told you,” you mutter into his chest, and his chuckle reverberates in the space between your ribs, straight to your stupid heart.

You look up to meet his eyes, so soft, and something inside you twists, sharp and steady. He’s gazing at you, fucking gazing at you, and your breath catches in your throat.

Untouchable.

His lips start to form the words and a panicky little bird inside you thrashes against your ribs, beating against the confines of your chest.

“I…I–”

The shot rings out, and you drop to the ground on instinct, Joel’s body landing heavy over yours. You wait for more gunfire, hands pressed into the dirt, breathing hard. It’s quiet. There’s a distant shout from the wall.

“Got ‘im!”

Just a straggler, then.

“Hate it when they get close like that,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard, willing your heart to settle. “We should–”

“Yeah,” he agrees, grunting softly as he gets to his feet. He’s distracted now, and you know he’s thinking about Ellie, intent on making sure she’s safe. “Let’s get back.”

~*~

The gunshots from the wall become more frequent as the weeks pass, and the whole community seems drawn into the same stoic, waiting lassitude. You want to blame the heat, but underneath it all is a deep-seated fear that gnaws and twists and burrows like the fungus you’re trying to keep at bay. On the rare occasion he’s with you, Joel is taciturn, even quieter than usual, and Ellie is equally distant from you both.

It’s late August, and you’re eating dinner in the kitchen with Joel and Ellie when she drops the bomb. All the windows in the house are open but there’s no breeze, the air hangs damp and stifling. There’s no conversation, and you’re barely eating, just pushing the food around on your plates in tired silence.

“I’m on patrol tomorrow after school.”

The words are casual enough–like she’s asked one of you to pass the salt–but the fallout is instantaneous.

Joel’s fork clatters to his plate. “Like hell you are.”

She glares at him, but there’s none of her usual tenacity in it, only exhaustion. Her burn has finally healed, but the rift between them is still raw. “I’m sixteen. Tommy says I’m ready.”

“Tommy’s not your fath–your guardian,” he says tightly. “I am.”

“Can you not be a prick about this? For once?”

“If you wanna help, you can go on the wall,” he says. “Safer up there.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ve seen my aim. I’m not trained in sharpshooting. And anyway, they need patrollers. The wall is full.”

Joel glares at you as if to demand backup, but you don’t meet his eyes. Every kid in Jackson is given a role at sixteen. That Ellie hasn’t had one until now is probably the result of some influence on Joel’s part to keep her within the walls. But she’s right; Jackson needs as many capable hands as they can get, and Ellie is more than qualified.

Joel’s jaw tightens as he realizes you aren’t going to intervene.

“Fine,” he snaps, slamming his hand down on the table, chair screeching against the wood floor as he stands. “Try not to get yourself killed.”

He leaves the house before you can call him back, and you set down your fork, no longer able to pretend you’re interested in eating.

Ellie stabs at her plate with renewed force, sullen. “He treats me like a stupid kid.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Ellie–”

“He’s such a fucking hypocrite. He says he’s protecting me but he’s just protecting himself,” she spits.

“Hey, that’s en–”

“He’s a fucking coward.”

Her eyes are filled with tears that don’t spill over. She glares at you, daring you to tell her she’s wrong, but you can’t.

You’re just as much a coward as him.

“I’m going to Dina’s,” she says, more clattering of dishware, the scraping of her chair against the floor, and then you’re alone at the table in a house that doesn’t belong to you.

~*~

You find him at the bar, hunched over a glass of bourbon that he’s barely touched.

“Thanks for leaving me the dishes,” you say.

He snorts. “Thanks for backing me up.”

“You can sulk all you want, Miller, but she’s right, and you know it,” you sigh, easing yourself onto the seat next to him. You hook one of your legs on the rung under his stool until your knee is brushing his thigh.

The bar is just as miserably hot as everywhere else, but there’s a decrepit floor fan in the corner that stirs the warm air around you. If you close your eyes, you can pretend there’s a faint breeze.

“I see you’re not drinking again,” you nod at his glass, and he grunts.

“Not yet.”

You reach over and take the glass out from under him, lift it to your lips, and take a mouthful of the warm, woody liquid. It lights a slow-burning fire down the seam of your throat. The bartender cocks his head at you, silently asks if you want your own, and you wave him away.

Joel scowls at you but doesn’t attempt to take the drink back.

“She shouldn’t have to…after everything…I kept her safe,” he mutters. “She shouldn’t have to go through it again.”

“You’re out there almost every day,” you say. “At least if she’s bit–”

He shoots you a warning look.

“She’ll be okay,” you say, lowering your voice. “She’ll probably be paired with Tommy. He won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Bet your ass she will,” he grumbles. “I make the damn schedules.”

“Then you knew this would happen, you jerk,” you kick him lightly in the shin. “And you’re going to let her go out on her first patrol with, ‘Try not to get yourself killed,’ as your parting words of wisdom?”

His shoulders slump.

“She went to Dina’s,” you say. “Go find her. Tell her you love her…or whatever passes for love in your fucked-up, co-dependent worldview, Miller.”

“That’s rich comin’ from you,” he growls, but he’s already turning, sliding off the stool.

“Isn’t it, though?” you say softly, watching him go before you finish the rest of his drink.

~*~

He crawls into your bed that night, rousing you from a light sleep as he curls his body around you and hums into your ear.

“Mmm. Did you find her?”

“Nope.”

You blink sleepily, looking over your shoulder. “Why not?”

He growls into your nape, nips at your hairline. “I switched the schedules. She’s partnered with me.”

“...and Ellie is okay with that?”

“Dunno.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he mumbles, latching onto the soft skin at the base of your neck and shoulder. You suck in a breath, trying to focus on the conversation rather than the kiss of his tongue and the bite of his teeth.

“You can’t keep her forever, y’know,” you mutter, stifling a whimper as his hand comes around to grip your naked breast, fingers pressing into your flesh, kneading and pulling and rough in the way you like.

“Can try.”

“God you’re…so stubborn…” Now his hand is sliding down your stomach, rubbing back and forth at the sensitive skin just underneath your sleep shorts, teasing.

“Mmhmm.”

“Christ, Miller, she’s–”

“Shuddup,” he murmurs, pressing a hot kiss to the side of your neck. Then he’s pushing you onto your stomach and tugging down your shorts, hands gripping your ass, spreading your cheeks and making a lewd growl of appreciation at what he finds. One arm comes under your hips, lifting you, and you promptly forget what you were trying to say when he enters you. The room is soon filled with the sound of your combined moans and whimpers and the frenzied smack of his hips against yours.

“Up,” he grunts, one hand cupping your breast as he pulls your back flush against his chest. His hands are in your hair, stroking your stomach, gripping your hips, and he groans in frustration, as if he can’t touch all of you at once. He makes up for it by thrusting harder, forcing you forward to brace yourself on the wall behind your bed until you’re keening at the perfect angle.

The liquid molten pleasure in your belly pools and spreads through your limbs, and you come around him with a harsh cry, thighs trembling, nails scraping down the wall as you grip his cock in a tight throb. Three hard, grinding thrusts and he follows you, fingers melded to your hips. He collapses on top of you, pressing you into the mattress and wrapping you in his arms with a satisfied grunt.

“How’s that for a fucked-up, codependent worldview,” he murmurs, nipping lazily at your earlobe, pulling it into his mouth until you’re squirming underneath him.

“Fuck you, Miller,” you mutter. It’s too fucking hot, you’re stuck together with sweat and come, but you pull his arm tighter around you regardless.

“Just did.”

You chuckle despite yourself. After a few minutes, you push him off, ignoring his protests as you kick away the sheets and blankets and lay like a starfish on the bed. He settles for keeping one hand on your stomach, rubbing sleepy circles around your bellybutton.

“Think she hates me,” he mumbles.

“She’s sixteen,” you sigh. “She’s supposed to hate you a little.”

He snorts, sulking into his pillow.

You thread your fingers through the curls that have overtaken his forehead, damp with sweat and plastered to the skin. You can just make out the furrow between his brows, feel the ridges of worry lines under your thumb.

“You’re both too fucking stubborn,” you say softly. “But if she actually hated you, she wouldn’t spend so much time trying to piss you off.”

He huffs softly, and you allow yourself to be pulled against him, allow your legs to twine with his, allow yourself to fall asleep in his stubborn, sweaty embrace.

#fanfic #fic recs #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel and ellie

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sparkingcircuits · 9 months ago

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HIKIKI AU CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS: The Headspace Cast!

(also thanks to @/princesstears0901 for the au name i actually love it so much it’s so clever)

Kiki: Our main character of sorts, and the youngest of the group! He doesn’t seem to talk much, or really at all, but he’s still quite the friendly face! He has been working on being more assertive, thanks to Carmine’s encouragement, so he usually takes the lead when him and his friends go on adventures!

He doesn’t specialize in any specific type on his team, and when it is needed, his weapon of choice is his trusty knife.

Carmine: Kiki’s wonderful sister! She’s strong, assertive, and determined, but can be a bit rude and snarky at times. She means well, though! She’s been trying to get Kiki to stand up for himself more often, and the progress she’s seen has made her very happy! She and Drayton tend to get into a LOT of banter, sometimes seeming like a full blown argument, but those that have been around the two know they’re just messing with each other!

She doesn’t specialize in any specific type on her team, and she tends to stay by their picnic tables while the others go on adventures.

Amarys: One of Carmine’s best friends, and also is friends with everyone else! She’s quite smart, and always tells the truth, even if it may hurt. Kiki finds it nice that she would never lie to him. She can sometimes be a bit blunt with her words, and others might see her as a bit of an odd one out when looking over the whole group, but her friends don’t care, they’re friends after all!

She specializes in steel types, and much prefers to use her team in battles. Though, if required, she will use her metal bat to protect herself or her friends.

Crispin: One of the most social members of the group, Crispin is quite the energetic person! Sometimes he may miss a social cue here or there, but that’s fine! He’s got quite the passion for cooking, especially when it comes to spicy food. He prefers it much better when everyone is happy, as to him, everyone seems to linger just a bit too long on negative emotions. He can be a bit blunt, like Amarys, so the two occasionally get into small arguments. It’s never too big of an issue, though!

He specializes in fire types, and if needed, will use his trusty frying pan as a weapon, using both to heal up his friends, and to burn the enemies with spice!

Drayton: One of the oldest members of the group, Drayton is quite the character. He tends to playfully make fun of the others, which sometimes can make him seem like a douche, but he does care for his friends! He just shows it in his own way, is all. Since Carmine tends to stay behind when they go on adventures, Drayton has taken the role of the “adult” of the group, which, may or may not have been the best decision. He does keep them out of trouble, though, and that can’t be ignored, even if Kiki thinks he’s a bit annoying sometimes.

He specializes in dragon types, and his weapon of choice is his “sparkling personality,” aka, he mostly just makes sure the others are okay instead of fighting himself.

Lacey: Last, but definitely not least, is Lacey! One might call her the peacekeeper of the group, as she tends to make sure the arguments within the group don’t get too extreme! A kind and gentle soul, but don’t underestimate her, she is also quite strong, and has a very high sense of right and wrong. She also has an in depth knowledge of fairy types, which also gives her a bit of a knowledge on plants, as there are a good few fairy types that have some involvement with nature. But just because they’re cute does not mean they are weak, and Lacey will make sure that people know that!

Her specialty is fairy types, and she doesn’t have a weapon of choice, since she doesn’t really like battling in hand to hand combat.

Unfortunately, Lacey is currently missing.. Hopefully Kiki and his friends will be able to find her soon!

#hikiki au #kieran pokemon #pokemon kieran #omori au #sparks notes.txt #scarlet violet au #runs in circles in my enclosure #it’s been like one day and i’ve already got so many ideas. my goodness

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alarrytale · 7 months ago

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Hi Marte. I saw a tiktok vid about Kit being forced to CO. It was essentially saying that speculating about someone's sexuality is bad because it's their private business. It mentioned Shawn identifying as straight and yet people label him as gay/bi. Which could easily apply to Louis too. I see this opinion mostly with young people, that if someone states they're straight then we should believe them and not question it. But these people are treating celebrities like regular people when they are closeted for different reasons. Celebrities are usually closeted because of money but the average person is usually closeted because of fear. Kit's situation was unusual but the vast majority of celebrities who have CO have said themselves that they were manipulated into hiding their sexuality. They were made to feel bad about it. Billie said multiple times that she was straight and yet when she CO she said people mistook her queercoding for queerbaiting. She was trying to communicate to her own community that she was one of them and they weren't getting it. Other celebrities have talked about this too, Dove was one. That people didn't pick up on her queercoding. Just because someone is pressured by their team into hiding their sexuality from the straight gp it doesn't mean that they're trying to hide it from their own community, hence why queercoding exists in the first place. To let people know you're one of them. These people who preach about how sexuality speculation is bad don't seem to understand the concept of queercoding. A celebrity, who has their sexuality speculated about often, wouldn't queercode and engage in queer culture if they didn't want to communicate with their community. Don't young people understand or pick up on queercoding anymore?

Hi, anon!

I think you're right that people don't understanding why people in the industry is closeted. Some apply the same reason they themselves are (or were closeted) to the celebrity. Some people still think it's bad or something less to be queer and think that people speculating is to hurt their favourite. Some people are protecting the celebrity's closet for them because they want their fave to succeed and they don't think they will unless they stay closeted.

Most closeted celebrities are only closeted to the public, because they believe it's neccessary to succeed, advance their careers and make money. Most celebrities wouldn't be closeted if that wasn't a barrier anymore. For a lot of celebrities it isn't a barrier anymore, like Billie. It's a strength and it can actually help you advance your career.

Celebrities know how to balance the queercoding they do and stay in the closet. Some are very closeted and others are in a glass closet. It depends on their situation and how they manage their closet. Trust the celebrity and the choice they've made. There is no need to ignore queercoding and not point it out. If celebrites are queercoding they need fellow queer people to pick up on it and they need that degree of self-expression within their closet. They need the validation and find acceptance in the queer community. Fandom shouldn't guard the closet door for them. Fandom can risk further closeting the celebrity and making the closet harder for them to deal with when their queercoding isn't picked up on and hushed down. If something is visible to you, or information is widely known, you're supposed to see and know about it. Believe me, they do know how to shut something down if they really want to. They've got PR teams for that very reason.

Like i've said before, there is a difference between outing someone and a celebrity feeling pressured to come out. With Kit it was the latter. He was cast on a show with an out queer cast (at least the roles playing queer). The queer community were ecstatic to finally get a queer cast playing queer people and representing most of the lgbtqai+ spectrum. Kit was the only one, or the most noticible one at least in a lead role, to not state his sexuality while playing queer. That breeds speculation. He wasn't giving the queer community representation. He is straight passing. He was seen holding hands with a woman right when the show came out, making everyone think they'd cast a straight man (or at least a straight passing man, who is in a het relationship) in a queer role. That will create reactions within the queer community. So he was put under an enormous amount of pressure to make a statement. If he didn’t want to come out i think he could have handled this differently. But he was very young, is still very young. So it's very understandable how he reacted.

It isn't and it will never be wrong to speculate if a celebrity is queer. Because being queer isn't bad and straight isn't the default.

#so sorry for the days late reply #i just now got the time to give you a proper answer #queer convos #kit connor #queercoding #not 1d

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labradork · 1 year ago

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I'm so frustrated. Rant under the cut.

So I guess I'd say Milo is dog selective. He went through a phase of barking and lunging at bigger dogs, and especially GSDs, which we worked through. But when he meets dogs, it's like a 50/50 chance that he'll get along with them or suddenly tense up and snap. And I think that's because of experiences he's had in the past: twice now we've had off-lead dogs run up to us, get right in Milo's face and then attack him completely unprovoked. On his first birthday three mastiff-looking dogs started fighting him at my feet, and I had to drop his lead and watch them chase him. Luckily he wasn't physically hurt but it was fucking traumatic, for both of us. Even after that he was okay until something similar happened in the woods near our house. After that he developed reactivity to bigger dogs, which we spent a lot of time and effort working through, and now he can comfortably pass dogs as long as they aren't right in his face.

So while I'd love for him to meet and befriend every dog we see, I made the decision to not let him meet strange dogs on walks because I don't think it's worth the risk of him snapping. I mostly take him to on-lead parks or walk him along busy roads to avoid meeting off-lead dogs for this reason.

So today at the on-lead park (on-lead because it's a habitat for several native birds, and this is clearly signposted around the park) probably 90% of the dogs we saw were off-lead. And some of them were calmly walking alongside their owner and left us alone. Fine.

We got to one of the car parks and someone opened a car door and a cocker spaniel started running at us. She was small and wasn't the type of dog Milo usually has a problem with but like I said, I don't like to take the risk. I called over to be careful because he isn't friendly and they tried and failed to recall her while I moved away.

We take opposite directions around the loop and eventually meet again, and again their dog runs up to Milo and ignores their recall. The dog is right beside us before I can move away and I don't have a lot of choice this time - and they greeted each other and were fine, which I had kinda suspected would be the case, and the other owners said he seemed fine and I explained that having been attacked in the past he can get scared when dogs run at him and he's on the lead, and that I just avoid meeting all dogs to avoid the risk. I say it's frustrating because sometimes he is friendly but I don't want to put other dogs at risk.

The guy nods and seems sympathetic but the lady starts telling me about the wonders of Cesar Milan and how she's trained her dog perfectly by hitting her when she misbehaves. She tries to demonstrate her perfectly trained dog by pointing down at her side and telling the dog to sit. Her dog ignores her. Milo moves to her side and sits. She continues explaining how her dog is perfectly trained and I need to "be tough" and "show him I'm the boss" and beat him. I suck at conflict so I just keep nodding til she runs out of things to say, then say it was nice to meet them and leave.

I constantly feel guilty that Milo isn't like "normal" dogs. I worry that I'm just too anxious, that I did something wrong or am doing something wrong. I wish I cared less so I could let my dog run around the woods and get in fights and act like it's not my fault like people have done to us. Part of me feels ridiculous and overdramatic, but another part of me has seen Milo be attacked and seen him snap at other dogs and I just don't want to break up another fucking dog fight on a quiet walk on my day off. I'm running out of places where I can safely walk my dog without constantly worrying about other people's dogs.

Mostly I'm angry. MY dog is on a lead. I'm FOLLOWING THE RULES. And other people treat me like an idiot because they aren't. It feels unfair. And I feel stupid for expecting fairness. And I'm sick of people who don't know what they're talking about telling me to hit my dog because that was NOT the first time I've been given that advice by someone with no control over their own dog and it makes me fucking sick.

#rant #personal #if anyone wants to give advice pls be gentle #because im really trying my best #reactive dog

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infunred · 1 year ago

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TEST 1: AFTERMATH

It’s been 2 weeks since the party. The schools are still whispering rumors about what happened, but most have died down. The most popular theory was aliens, but as a few students may know…it was a planned attack. Not that it matters to Casey. All Casey cares about from that night is Max. Max- who was known to help some shady business going on in the cafeteria back bathroom. Max who was the most stunning person they’ve ever seen. Max. The person they absolutely failed to impress.

Casey had been avoiding seeing Max since the party took place. Their absolute failure at flirting made them so horribly embarrassed, they hadn't checked social media for the last few days. It was a bit helpful that the rumors were taking up most of the attention, but Casey couldn't be sure that no one was talking about them, so they didn't bother to look.

For Max it’s his day off from helping Daun, and has just sat down to enjoy his lunch, writing vague and illegible scribbles on a notebook as he eats. As usual the cafeteria buzzes, mostly around Casey because of course. To the sidelines is our ever present detective in the case. A lovely Kenneth Quinn. He actually purposely started the alien rumor so that he could focus on solving what actually happened. Today he has a lead. He knows both Max and Casey were there when it happened and he may have some questions.

Kenny is writing erratically in his journal, jotting down every possibility he can think of. Despite the alien rumor, it's not actually off the table, and is more of the likely situations he has thought up the past two weeks. He sits in a chair at the local library, in a back section where not many eyes pry.

Casey decides to hide out in the library. However, despite trying so desperately to hide, Casey had an unfortunate ability of attracting attention wherever they went. A student volunteer quickly walks up to them.

“Are you Casey Briar?” She seems way too excited.

The sudden question startled them away from their book with a yelp. Casey looked at the girl and gave a nervous giggle, "Uhm, yeah. Can I help you?"

The girl sits down next to them even if she wasn’t invited to do so. “I just- well you-“ she giggles.

“I was wondering if I could give you my number? You’re just. Well I mean you’re Casey Briar and it’s so hard to ever find you alone.” Her face is red and she keeps leaning in closer “I just think you’re really cute…”

Kenny can hear their conversation from across the room. He keeps his journal open, but is focusing on listening, occasionally glancing towards Casey and the fangirl.

As the girl spoke, Casey's face got more and more red. "I-"

Although their usual 'royalty-like' appearance was what they tried to portray, they never got used to confessions like these. "N-no, I'm not really- uhm, interested." It came out much more bitchy than they intended, fuck. "N-not that you're not adorable, I'm just worried you'll get hurt if people see you're taking all my attention." They gave a cheeky grin and kissed her forehead before grabbing their book, putting it back, and walking off.

The girl looks disappointed and slumps. As Casey walks away, they turn to leave- only to see your usual cloud of “friends” walking into the library looking around. They have not shut up about the party and have perfected the sport of hunting you down. Dealing with them would be a handful, but not impossible. Their only choices being to face the crowd or dive deeper in the books.

Casey sees a somewhat familiar face nearby. From where you recognize it you aren’t sure, but they aren’t staring at you with admiration. Actually, he seems to be glaring at the book he's trying to pretend to read.

Casey weighs their options and chooses to face the crowd. Kenny sees Casey walk up to the group of people that just entered the library. He shuts his journal and moves closer, behind a bookshelf, peering at the scene unfolding as Casey's friends begin to talk. The swarm of friends spots Casey quickly and runs forward to meet them. Almost grasping at Casey, they start to pull them towards the exit again.

“Oh my gosh! Casey you silly did you forget how to get to the cafeteria again?” “You look absolutely great today.” “Have you heard the newest rumor? Something about villains at the party or some shit? I keep telling people it was just old pipes” "I saw fighting!” “No you did not!”

They shuttle Casey back to the cafe. It’s loud and booming but once back into the open area, Casey catches a glimpse of Max sitting alone, lost in his notebook. The many voices jumbled together, giving Casey a headache. There they saw the one person they really didn't want to meet. Internally, they groaned at the situation, and just crossed their fingers that Max wouldn't notice them there. They just focused on trying to answer their friends.

"I heard that there was a racoon that fucked with the trash." “Not to mention someone ate all the fucking sandwiches. Literally hundreds of sandwiches gone within like ten fucking minutes.” “Some many weird things happened that night. You’ll never believe what someone said about you Casey-“ “don’t bother them with that!”

They just keep fucking going. Sadly the small peace you had Max is interrupted as this tidal wave of chatter hits the scene. And in the middle, the person who passed out in front of you at the party.

Max is currently staring at his phone, furiously texting Daun, who won’t stop badgering him about this and that.

Daun: Don’t forget to tattoo that dickhead in 5 🥰 also charge him extra I hate his ass. Max: Isn’t he the other guy you are seeing? The fuck is wrong with you? Daun: I needed him to make Jordan jealous. Also kinda a good kisser. I’m not ashamed … Daun: Do you know where I left my math textbook? I think I lost it. Max: Dude Jordan was always gonna be jealous he’s an asshole. Also, you literally know that you only ever call people good kissers when they aren’t your primary partner m Not dumb, I can see patterns, I know when a person actually likes a guy, and this isn’t it And who the fuck did you sell to that you told me never to sell too, don’t think I don't know how that particular text works either. Bad enough you have me selling shit for you. Which like I never wanted to do But then you have me remember who we are and aren’t selling to each week depending on your whims Half these guys walk up to me the day after selling to them completely unaware that you blacklisted them? Do you ever bother letting the boys know, or is it just two weeks cold turkey before you realize they were actually cool this whole time Like I don’t mind the work but I’m getting really tired of the petty drama I just wanna help people you know? Daun: Look…I’m sorry. Things have been. Weird lately. I seem to be much better at making problems than solving them. Max: Your math textbook is in your back up bag. I knew you’d forget you put it there so I took special note. Daun: Lol of course it is….thank you Max. Max: It’s fine just like, give me the goss, but stop expecting me to get mad for you, cool? I bet I wouldn’t even get mad if I was the one getting mistreated (read not getting responded to for 10 mins) by a dude, so it’s hard for me to do it in your behalf I'm not mad it just, it can be a lot sometimes:) Daun: Alright MOM I get it. I’m going back to bed. Thank you for talking to me. I’ll see you Monday, I’ll finally be back! Ttyl. Max: See ya kid

Max glances up and notices Casey near their table. "Oh hey Casey, Jesus, how are you? How's your arm?"

Casey is caught off guard by Max, whipping their head around to meet him. "Oh- It's fine, d-don't worry. I got it checked out and it was just a sprain!" They looked everywhere other than directly at Max.

The group surrounding Casey seem to be quiet when they speak and part ways so they have more direct line of sight with Max.

Max sighs, relieved. “Oh, good. Lucky eh? I mean did you see the size of the fuckin dent? I was drunk off my a- “ Max looks around for teachers. “I mean, I uhh I was a little out of it and I was still super worried for you.” Max notices Casey isn’t really saying much.

"Worried about me? Pff- why? I'm fine, see?" They smack their arm to prove it was fine. Too hard. They winced. "I was just- uh, nervous,"

Kenny is stationed at an unassuming lunch table, listening in, and cringes from afar.

“ So uh, anyways, it's crazy, I didn't see you much at the end of the party, one second I was on the stairs and I saw y-, well I don't know what I saw I was pretty uh…” Max glances at a teacher. “out of it but next thing you know someone had fucking pushed me head first into the flooding water and by the time I am really up again everyone was gone and it was dark.” He pauses. “Anyway I just wanted to apologize…”

“Apologize for what?”

“Like, you must have been so embarrassed by my actions all night, right? Like even now I can see you're cringing about it,”

The group now start to talk with themselves, seeming to have lost their interest in Casey for the moment.

“You know I swear I saw Casey in the basement at the party when shit went down.” “Shut up, that's impossible, they were on the first level with us you dunce.” “I know but it could have been the aliens!” “You are so fucking stupid.”

Max shifts in their seat. “You? But I was so excited to make a new friend, and instead I got so drunk and confused I didn't even get to see you walk in the basement. I mean I, I think I saw two if ya, but, if I am honest I am not even sure you were there at that point. Maybe no one even pushed me and I fell over on my own... It's embarrassing.”

“Two of me?? haha you must've been super out of it haha” Casey is sweating bullets trying to act like it’s nothing.

”Who are they talking to?” “You know, Max. They work in the back bathroom. With the girl who sells forged shit. Max is the tattoo kid.” “Oooo I heard they got in a fight though.” “Who cares.” “Actually speaking, I need a doctor's note soon to get out of that test.” “Daun isn’t here today. I think I heard she was sick.”

“Anyway, I am super sorry for all of that and for you getting your wrist sprained and everything, and just, hey if ever you need a favor back, Daun made me print out these dumb business cards, so uh you can contact me here.” Max hands Casey a business card.

The business card shows a small icon of a bathroom stall with graffiti. In big letters: “Inking Emporium.” And under that “Where you can get inked or buy ink in the form of a signature! Wink!” Along with two phone numbers.

Casey takes it. “Oh- thank you, the card is.. Cute.”

The card is not cute.

“Anyway, I see you already want this conversation to be over, hey?” Max stands up, gathering their things. “I’ll head on out, get out of your hair and all that. I think I have an extra client I'm supposed to be inking today anyway, but I don’t know for sure, Daun never lets me keep an itinerary for “ infosec” or whatever the fuck.” They laugh nervously.

“No, wait- “ Casey grabs Max’s arm. “Do you.. Want my number? I actually really like talking with you…”

The cafeteria almost seems to grind to a stop. Everyone around seems to have dazed out, but no one looks at Max and Casey. Almost no one.

Max stares at Casey. “Yeah, um, feel free to give me your number, I would be happy to chat again, if you’re comfortable.”

They smile, “Of course I am.” Casey holds out their hand for Max’s phone.

“I uh don’t think I'm allowed to keep phone numbers in my work phone though. Same infosec stuff. It’s fine if not, like, I may have a piece of paper somewhere at the bottom of my bag, I would just feel super bad if I lost it before I memorized the number, y’know?”

“How about your arm? Do you have a pen?”

“Yeah sure thing, it’s in the right pocket of my bag, one sec.” Max rummages through their bag and pulls out a pen, handing it to Casey.

Casey writes their number on Max’s arm in perfect cursive.

Casey's so-called friends are still talking among themselves.

”Bro did I tell you about that one kid who did the magic trick for us?” “The card kid?” “Yeah! Straight up magic, like they musta had some fishing wire.” “Not to mention they were one of the last people to leave the house.” “Oooo maybe they saw aliens too… we should ask them.”

A friend roughly throws an arm around Casey's shoulder and says “Alright prince let’s get going, class is gonna start soon!” They get pulled away just as they finish writing down their number.

"Oh- shit, I didn't even realize the time." Casey follows their friend out, wanting to look back at Max.

Max goes to wave, but decides against it. He shifts his hand against the back of hair as he looks at them leaving with their friends. As Casey leaves, Kenny makes his way to where Max is sitting and sits at their table. If he’s going to learn anything about the party and what went down, he has to start asking questions and getting to the bottom of things. He sets down his lunch tray which consists of only a can of orange juice and a sandwich.

Max turns away from Casey’s direction and is met with an abrupt visitor. He notices this kid is a bit rough around the edges and has a notebook gripped in hand full of scribbled notes. Kenny sits in silence and waits for Max to say something first. He’s attempting to look stoic and cool, but comes off more as a sleep deprived paranoid, staring at Max with intent to talk, but isn’t saying anything. He should’ve thought this through better.

"Can I help you?" Max asks.

Kenny is about to answer when Max interjects. “Ohhhh- you must be the guy Daun isn’t dating. Big spender, huh? It’s okay you can pay me after. Come on, we’re going to the bathroom." Max stands up from the lunch table.

Kenny is taken aback, confused. "Uh, what? No- I need to ask you-" Kenny is cut off by Max walking far in the lead of him. They eventually arrive at the boy’s bathroom stall near the library.

Max sets down a metal carrying case. "Now I know what you had in mind and paid for, but-I have a few more details I can get to stay than the average artist yeah? So just trust the process kid, it’ll be alright. Want a drink?" Max hands over a 40.

Kenny is severely confused. "Wh-what process, sorry? Oh uh sure-"

“Alright you just sit there on the seat, a little weird I know but I promise it’s sterile." Max starts unpacking his equipment. "Daun won’t let me do this elsewhere, says it’ll ruin the aesthetic, you know how she is."

"What- what is going on?" Kenny’s questions fall on deaf ears, Max is too focused on setting up. He looks at the drink he’s been handed, not recognizing the brand. He takes a sip of the alcohol. He spits it in the toilet when Max turns around, and sets the can on the counter.

"Now okay kid I know you are really nervous but it’s going to be okay." Max pulls on a pair of black rubber gloves and rolls up his sleeves. “We can even talk the whole time while I work, sounds good?"

Max’s phone pings.

Daun: Asshole just canceled the appointment. Found my math textbook too. And a bag of trail mix. Score!

"Look kid, you want the tattoo or not? I know you and Daun have been talking about this for weeks and that you are super wishy washy about it." Max sighs out of frustration.

"But I fucking promise you it will be the best damn tattoo of your life okay? Better than any you’ve ever seen. So just lift your shirt up and let me work on sterilizing your chest, or get the fuck out right now."

“Tattoo? What? No- I’m not here for a tattoo, I just wanted to talk to you-”

Max buries his head in his hands. “No no no no no NO- I don’t wanna deal with these negotiations.” He paces angrily. “Daun promised I wouldn’t have to do this shit! The deal was you guys figure it out on your own and I just do the damn tattoo.” “Look kid-”

He stops and checks his phone.

“-How the fuck did you get Daun to cancel while we were talking??? Did you text her behind your back while we were chatting?”

“What? No. How is- how is that even possible?”

“Look, I’m so fucking confused, do you want the dragon tattoo on your chest or not?”

Kenny whispers under his breath, “Wait, that sounds cool actually…”

“I should hope you think so, it was your goddamn ideaI’ve been sending you sketches through Daun for like 2 weeks now. I'm kinda impressed you’ve managed to keep her attention this long honestly. No offense or anything. She's just… well… you would know, being her other other boyfriend and all…”

“What?? Other other? Like meaning three?? Who even is this person??”

“Oh shit you didn’t know? I'm so sorry uhhhhh fuck. How the fuck didn’t you know? Doesn’t she make y’all meet up to talk about her every once in a while???”

“No, no- okay look- I'm not here to get a tattoo”.

Max throws up their hands. “FUCKING HELL! Ughhhhhhhhhh”

“Okay- okay, I'll explain things.”

Max leans against the wall next to the sinks, clearly bothered. “Alright kid. Now you’ve wasted the goddamn bottles of ink I prepared for you. What’s up? What are you going to explain? I'm waiting…”

Kenny sighs. “Two weeks ago, there was a party. The whole house ended up getting flooded, and everyone evacuated. Except for you, you were still in the house after everyone left, right? So, I need you to tell me what you remember. Any of it, all of it.”

“Dude why would I tell you any of that? What are you, a goddamn cop?” Max scoffs.

“Look I- it's important, I need to know. And no, I'm not a cop.”

“Kid, I’m gonna need some motivation here. I mean fuck, I’m starting to think you aren’t even dating Daun.”

“Honestly I have no clue who this Daun person is.”

“Dammit.” he runs his hand through his hair, clearly stressed and frustrated. “So uh, What’s your name again kid?”

“My name?” Kenny takes a second to think. “It's uh, Kirby.”

“Kirby?”

“Yeah.”

Max squints at him. “That’s a dumb name kid, no offense.”

“Wow okay.”

“Sorry your parents named you that.”

“I thought it sounded kinda cool…”

“Good for you, Kirby.”

The room is silent. Kenny isn’t leaving without information. There was a hero at the party, and he’s sure of it. More so, he’s sure it was Casey.

“Look. Why would I talk to ya, Kirby? Especially after this god damned mess. This has just been a waste of time. I mean- fuck. Even if I wanted to tell you what happened, I was uh, out of it- let’s say. What good is my testimony?”

“It's a start. If I get a tattoo, will you tell me what you remember?”

“Can you even afford one of my tattoos?”

“Does 16$ get me anything?”

Max laughs out loud. “Kid, $16 doesn’t even pay for sterilized materials…” Max considers the request anyways. “Buuuut seeing as they are already out anyways, I suppose I can take it.

What do you want and how much are you willing to spend when all is said and done?”

“Fuck, I don't know. Depends if I can find enough cash around-”

“Ugh- look, the damn needle practically wants to jump out of my hands. Just tell me what you want, you can figure out paying me the debt later. I don’t mind collecting in 3-4 years when you have a real job, Daun has ways, you know? You couldn’t screw me if you wanted to”

“Sure, only if you tell me what you know. Right?”

“Yeah sure kid, now what do you want for the tattoo?”

Kenny flips to a page in his notebook, staring at the blank page trying to think of something to draw. Then, a vision. An eye. Like the one he saw between the sky, when he first fell into Castle Roe. He’s not sure why or what it means, but he draws it out and hands it to Max.

Max takes the scrap paper. “Oh sick, that’s super cool actually. Got a good drawing hand on you kid.”

“Ah, thanks.”

Kenny sits on a toilet seat and positions his notebook on his leg, with his pen in his opposite hand and his other hand outstretched for the tattoo soon to be on his forearm.

“So yeah uh, not much to tell kid.”

“Who did you go with? Did you see anything strange happen, or any strange individuals?”

“I didn’t go with no one, Kirby. Lone wolf, Awooo and all, ya get me, kid?”

“Hey why do you keep calling me kid? Aren't we the same age?”

“Cause you’re a kid, kid.”

“You're a kid too, kid.”

“Anyway, we spent like- the rest of the evening trying to treat the sprained wrist you know? And I guess I must’ve kept drinking because I was seeing double for a second there, and then someone pushed me, or I fell, or whatever because next thing I know I’m in the flood water in the basement and it’s dark and everyone’s gone. And that’s all there is to it.”

“Saw double- what do you mean by that?”

“I was just super drunk, so I saw two of Casey. I mean fuck I might have fallen on my own. I really don’t know, it was kinda a mess.”

He knew it. There’s some kind of doppelganger. Or maybe a shapeshifter? “Did they look identical? No differences between them? Any other unusual things you noticed?”

“It’s hard to remember after the shock of being in the cold water sobered me up. Dude, I'm pretty sure that I was just drunk and confused. The two Casey’s looked exactly the same.” Max leans back. “Anyway, your tattoo is done.”

“Is there any way I can get in contact with Casey?”

“Nah, no way kid.”

Kenny eyes Max’s arm. He sets down his pen and turns it over, revealing Casey’s pristine handwriting. “Mind if I write it down?”

Max slaps his hand away. “Back off kid, I said no.” He pulls his sleeve back over his arm. “I told you what I know about that night. That was the deal. Casey has nothing to do with it. Now, here is Daun’s business card.”

Kenny takes it and pockets it.

“She’ll be getting into touch with you about the invoice.”

“Right.”

Max texts Daun.

Max: new tattoo, standard detail, 2 inch square area, kids name is Kirby, you know the invoice stuff Daun: Fuck yeah. New customer. Great job, needle! I’ll get in touch with him later. Max: Gonna go attend my classes, talk later

Max starts to pack up. “Tell anyone who wants a tattoo where you got yours.”

“The bathroom, got it.”

“Read the business card kid, she has a special phrase she likes to use.”

He reads it.

The business card shows a small icon of a bathroom stall with graffiti. In big letters “Inking Emporium.” And under that “Where you can get inked or buy ink in the form of a signature! Wink!” Along with two phone numbers.

Kenny gives Max a nod and leaves the bathroom, trying to put together everything that just happened. He looks at the tattoo. It blinks. At least, Kenny could have sworn it did. But then again he hasn’t slept in 32 hours. He can feel his heart quicken. He pulls down the sleeve of his jacket and puts up his hood, stepping outside to get some fresh air.

END.

KENNY’S NOTES:

#ttrpg #infunred #tbrpg #roleplay game

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kellieblog · 1 year ago

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Can Dogs Eat Hearts of Palm? The Most Comprehensive Guide About Health Care & Feeding

Today, we're going to answer the question, "Can dogs eat hearts of palm?"

Hearts of palm are soft, slender circular pieces that are taken from the centre of some palm trees. They are famous for their unique flavour and ability to be used in a wide range of recipes. Hearts of palm are crunchy and great for you, and you can find them in salads and other foods. If you own a dog, it's only normal to wonder if these tasty treats from the palm tree can also make their way into their food.

Hearts of Palm: Can Dogs Eat Them?

Hearts of palm should not be fed to dogs. These palm-based treats might not be harmful to dogs in and of themselves, but they are not very good for them nutritionally. People usually think that hearts of palm are safe to eat, but dogs need to get certain nutrients from their food.

Hearts of palm are mostly made up of water and fibre, with only a small amount of protein. To be healthy, dogs need to eat a lot of protein, healthy fats, vitamins, and minerals. Hearts of palm do not meet these essential needs.

Is Hearts of Palm okay for dogs to eat?

Hearts of palm may appeal to dogs because they smell and feel interesting. Even though giving your dog a small taste of plain hearts of palm might not hurt them right away, it's important to know why they shouldn't eat them all the time.

Dogs can eat hearts of palm, but these pieces of palm don't have any nutrients for them. Also, giving dogs hearts of palm can make them eat more junk food, which may lead to fat in the long run.

Is Hearts of Palm dangerous for dogs?

Hearts of Palm: Can Dogs Eat Them? Hearts of palm are not naturally dangerous for dogs. However, because they don't have any good nutrients and could make your dog's stomach upset, they aren't a good choice for food.

Hearts of Palm Are Good for Dogs

Hearts of Palm: Can Dogs Eat Them? There aren't many benefits for dogs in hearts of palm because they don't have the nutrients they need for good health. For good health and energy, dogs need protein, healthy fats, carbs, vitamins, and minerals, but hearts of palm don't give them any of these things.

How Many Hearts of Palm Can Dogs Eat?

Pros of Limiting Consumption:

None: Hearts of palm don't do anything good for dogs and should be kept out of their food.

Problems Caused by Too Much Consumption:

Digestive Problems: The fibre in hearts of palm can make your digestive system upset, which can make your stomach hurt.

Nutritional Deficiency: Too much hearts of palm can throw off a dog's diet because they don't contain all the nutrients they need.

How to Give Dogs Hearts of Palm?

Hearts of Palm: Can Dogs Eat Them? Hearts of palm should not be given to dogs in general, but if you do decide to give your dog a small, plain piece, make sure you follow these steps:

Plain and Unseasoned: Make sure the hearts of palm are plain and don't have any extra ingredients or flavours on them.

Tiny Portions: Give them a small piece to try. Keep an eye on your dog to see if he has any bad effects, such as stomach pain.

Watch: After consumption, watch your dog's behaviour and look for any signs of discomfort. If any problems happen, you should talk to your doctor.

Choose Treats That Are High in Nutrients: Choose treats that are safe for dogs or foods that are made just for dogs that meet their nutritional needs.

Other Options and Supplements

Hearts of Palm: Can Dogs Eat Them? When looking for treats that are good for your dog, think about these alternatives:

Carrot Sticks: Carrot sticks are a healthy treat because they are crunchy and low in calories.

Apple slices: Apples that don't have seeds or cores are a healthy and delicious snack.

Lean Cooked Meat: Cooked lean foods that aren't seasoned can give your dog protein.

Well-known brands of dog food

Hearts of Palm: Can Dogs Eat Them? Consider these trusted dog food brands for meals that are well-balanced and good for them:

Royal Canin makes food for dogs of different types and sizes that is formulated just for them.

Hill's Science Diet has formulas based on science that are made to meet specific health goals.

Blue Buffalo: This brand is known for using only natural products and real meat sources.

In conclusion

Hearts of Palm: Can Dogs Eat Them? Hearts of palm are a tasty addition to food for people, but they shouldn't be fed to dogs. These treats made from palm trees don't give dogs the nutrients they need for good health and well-being. When looking for treats for your pet friend, choose ones that are made to meet their specific nutritional needs. Before giving your dog new things, you should always talk to your vet first.

#dog food

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ventiskies · 4 years ago

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when he accidentally injures you | Xiao, Albedo, Bennett

a/n: hello anon!! im doing well, thank you!! hope you are too !! thank you for giving me the chance to add characters HHHH ive been DYING to write for Xiao, Albedo and Benny so i took the opportunity to! hope you like it !! also,,, this is probably my longest post !! i loved writing this <3

pairing: Xiao x gn! reader, Albedo x gn! reader Bennett x gn! reader

warnings: vague mentions of injury and blood

Xiao

★Xiao and you had been on a stroll, something you casually did together whenever Xiao was in a good mood. the adeptus wasn’t one to get out of the confines of Wangshuu Inn, so every time he does, you cherish it and spend it as if it was your last

★but this particular stroll didn’t go as planned, at all

★the two of you had left Wangshuu Inn in the morning, when the weather had seemed as if it would be sunny the whole morning, but it had betrayed you the moment you had set foot in Minlin, the skies had loomed with darkness and occasional rumbles of thunder

★Xiao could have easily teleported the two of you together, but a sudden attack with a ruin hunter had caused him to get distracted

★he could easily defeat the creation with a simple use of his elemental burst, but you were in the vicinity and he didn’t want you getting injured, despite the chances of hitting you were low, he wasn’t going to take the chance

★he had strictly told you to stay back and out of sight, making use of the terrain to jump and strike at the core with his polearm whenever the hunter was aiming to him, but he should have known you were stubborn

★the moment you had ran into the fight, arrow pointing to the ruin hunter, the said war machine had immediately turned towards you, all four of its arms aiming missiles towards you

★Xiao had been too slow, and when he had realized it was aiming towards you, you had already been sent back flying after the hit

★your name fell on his lips, his eyes widening in anger when he had seen what the creature had done, and without any hesitance Xiao summons his elemental burst and sends the creature falling to pieces

★“y/n,” Xiao mutters, worried that he would be met with the sight of you dead, “y/n, where are you?”

★you gave a weak groan, unable to raise your head after hitting it on the sharp rocks. Xiao made his way towards you, and the rain started pouting

★Xiao knelt down and cradled your head gently, seeing the gash on your head. you were most likely suffering from a concussion as well from the way you were unable to look at him in the eye, and your hands grabbing your forehead as if it had exploded

★his eyes showing evident worry, and this was the first time he had felt so scared

★he knew he was powerful, and he was beginning to regret even taking you out of the safety of the Inn. this shouldn't have happened, he was with you because he wanted to protect you,

★and here he was being the cause of your injury

★“y/n, can you hear me?” he asked, and when you hissed the moment he placed a gentle hand on your head, he curses lightly, unable to keep himself calm as he always had anymore, “hold on,”

★Xiao had lived for years and had suffered watching deaths and injuries of the people he had been close with since he had became the adeptus of Liyue, but for once, he had felt a different type of hurt when you had been injured this time

★because this was his fault; what if it had happened again?

★he had teleported the two of you back to Wangshuu Inn, and had asked Verr Goldet to help you just because he was afraid of hurting you further

★and she knew more than to question what happened, especially after Xiao had told her with the weakest voice she has ever heard him use, and pleading eyes to take care of you.

★when you had healed completely, you noticed Xiao had distanced himself from you more than when you had both met the first time, and it had worried you to no end

★it had came to a point where he would disappear whenever you tried to search for him at the balcony, and you were getting upset that he was running away from you because of the accident that was caused by your stubbornness; and the fact that you knew Xiao blamed himself had only made you more guilty

★”Xiao,” you gently said, walking outside with a bowl of his favorite almond tofu, “I miss you,”

★he had to contain himself to avoid disappearing on you again after he heard the words. Xiao wasn’t much of an emotional person, but the memories from the accident had left him afraid of getting close to you again, in fear that he would hurt you once more

★but when he had met your glossy eyes and saw the pained expression you held, he knew that it was only going to be worse is he had avoided you

★”y/n-” Xiao started, but you had only dropped the almond tofu and ran into his arms, hugging him tight as if you were afraid to let him go

★and (with reluctance), Xiao had hugged you back, twice as hard

★it would take time for him to get back to his usual self and trust himself to go out and adventure with you again, but for him, you would wait your lifetime.

Albedo

★An experiment going wrong was a part of alchemy. It was something Albedo would expect to happen fifty percent of the time he conducts something for the first time

★He has gotten a handful of injuries from it that he had sometimes forgotten that people outside of the realm of alchemy wouldn't know what it would be like to expect a burn or scars after the first test

★So of course, sometimes even the smartest people could be careless

★Albedo had brought you to his lab in Dragonspine, claiming that he had found a rare plant and wanted to see if it was able to withstand heat

★Putting it in a flask, he had placed it on a test tube holder and your curious eyes had caught sight of the glowing pink tube

★“What’s this?” you stepped closer to inspect the glowing flask, and Albedo wordlessly looks at you with a fond smile. your curious gaze at his work had always made him feel happy; you truly were endearing

★Albedo turns on the burner, and the moment the fire had hit the flask, the substance had instantly exploded, causing you to recoil back and grab at your face when the substance had burned your face

★instantly, Albedo had abandoned his failed test and attended to you, trying to pry your hands away from your face

★“My love, I’m so sorry,” he says gently, trying to see the damage that the explosion has gave you, “please look at me,”

★you felt tears well in your eyes, the burns on your cheeks combining with the coldness of the snow stinging your face

★when Albedo had successfully pried your hands away , he grabbed them gently and looked at you, “we- we need to see the deaconess,” he mutters to himself, feeling his heart ache seeing you holding back tears, never in his life had he regretted conducting an experiment so badly;

★he had wished he was able to take the pain away from you, he absolutely despised seeing you so hurt

★after you had healed, Albedo would make a rule that you weren’t ever allowed in the premises of his laboratory ever again, and that you were banned from joining him whenever he was conducting experiments

★it had hurt you when Albedo had adamantly decided on it, but you knew that it would only hurt him more if you tried to fight him about it

★he was still blaming himself for the incident; despite him knowing that errors were completely common in alchemy

★his greatest fear was hurting you, and if he was given a choice, he would rather have you far away as possible from anything that could lead to potential harm

★(and that especially meant that when the time comes and he loses control and destroys Mond, he hopes you would be far away from him as possible, too)

Bennett

★Bennett knew he was bad luck, he knew that was mostly the reason there wasn't anyone on his team. no one wanted to get hurt and gain nothing on an adventure. no one wanted to bring a bunch of medical supplies for when an accident that was bound to happen, happens

★no one but you

★you were the only member in Bennett’s team; you were a duo. you didn’t wield a vision, but that didn't make Bennett think of you any less, in fact, he thought you were the bravest person ever for being just a feet away from him outside of Mond, and now you were a team member of his

★injuries were common for you. there would always be some sort of scratch or bleeding whenever you went out on an adventure with the pyro vision holder. if there wasn’t a monster encounter, the two of you would accidentally trip and fall into a lake

★but when the latter happens, Bennett would have a fire for the two of you, and settle in an empty (at least, you hope was) hilichurl camp nearby to warm up in

★it was the norm now, and despite Bennett wanting you to just choose another team because he couldn't handle seeing you in pain from his luck, you had always reassured him that the unexpected turns of events because of his luck was just what you had loved about adventure, and you always trusted him to take care of you whenever something like that happened

★but of course, it was only a matter of time until it was Bennett himself who had hurt you

★you were both fighting a cryo abyss mage, the bastard’s protective shield already broken by Bennett’s elemental skill, causing the creature to start crawling on the ground pathetically

★you were sure its health had already decreased a significant amount that one slice could kill it off instantly, and you had wanted to give the final blow

★but Benny seemed to have a different idea

★the moment Bennett had saw you coming, it had been too late for him to stop, because the same moment you had ran towards the abyss mage, he had raised his sword and sliced the creature hard to the point that his sword had accidentally sliced your stomach as well

★thankfully, your clothes were thick enough that the cut hadn’t been deep enough to get stitches, but it still hurt so badly that you had fallen to the floor, clutching your stomach

★“y/n, what happened?!” he asked, too worried to remember that it had been him who did it, “are you okay?!- wait, no, that was a stupid question, let me see,”

★Bennett was an excellent team leader, but sometimes, he could be a little oblivious

★he gently lays you on his lap, taking out supplies from his belt. he had saw a glimpse of red, so he takes out towels to wipe the blood

★he had gently asked if he could lift your shirt, and when you had weakly nodded, he assessed the damage

★and that was when he had saw the burns by your cut

★burns. the abyss mage was a cryo one, and there wasn't any source of fire where you were but him

★Bennett felt his breath hitch, hands holding the towel clenching in fear. what had he done?

★“no, no, no,” he says in slight panic; this was exactly what he was afraid would happen, “no, no, y/n I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you,” his voice broke, gently pressing the towel on your wound to soak up the blood, and when he heard you hiss in pain, he felt tears well in his eyes, “I’m so sorry...”

★he knew the cut wasn’t deep, and you were going to be okay, but the mere thought that the fact you couldn't move and were in pain was because of his doing had caused Bennett to be unable to focus

★you were taken to Barbara immediately, Bennett carrying you bridal style the whole way back (he had been silent, while you had tried to start a conversation with lighthearted banter with him, he had only given you a half hearted laugh before focusing on his journey back) and was healed with a simple swish of the deaconess’ hands

★but afterwards, Bennett had started to spend less time outside of Mondstadt, saying that he had preferred to read at the library with you, and that was extremely unlike of him

★you knew it was because he was blaming himself for what had happened, so you had to let him know that you were fine, and that you knew that it was bound to happen anyways

★It would take a lot of reassurance for Benny to agree to even step a foot outside again, but in the end, it would be worth it to see his adventurer spirit once more

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years ago

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Author san!!! Can I use my free pass for the Black bull team pleasee!! I am sure one piece requests will flood away but I wanna read about the black bulls team so much. Fluff/Romance HCs. It can be anything like first meetings or kiss idk what ever you wish and feel like writing. Its your choice. The black bulls, I love them so much especially Zora... I absolutely fell in love with his charecter design, his outfit and his personality. Sadly he is not that popular. Please do justice for him. Thankyou!!!

Hi Abhi! I’m so glad to see you requesting something for the Black Bulls, they are such an amazing squad! For this one I decided to go with first kisses, since I recently wrote more kissing headcanons and I think they’re surprisingly fun to write UwU Zora is up first, and since you mentioned him not being popular, I decided to put more of the less-popular Bulls in here! I hope you enjoy ❤

Zora Ideale

Behind his though exterior, Zora is actually a little bit of a romantic. He doesn't quickly grow attached to someone, let alone fall in love, but it happened. Zora believes you deserve someone better than him, but you picked him so he'll just have to be the best version of himself for you.

He'll make sure the setting is right for the first kiss. Some place away from people, some please you can relax. Probably one of your favourite places. A first kiss should be memorable, right?

He'll place his hand on your cheek and lean In slowly, giving you enough time to turn away in case you'd be uncomfortable. He half expects you to punch him in the face or something.

The kiss is soft, your lips just barely touching. Zora is a little worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and his pointy teeth may or may not be part of that worry. He's not changing them though, he likes them this way.

When he takes his hand off your cheek after the kiss there's a stinkbug on there. Zora wouldn't be himself if he was a perfect gentleman, right?

Charmy Pappitson

Your first kiss with Charmy will be kind of spontaneous, a kiss that will surprise both you and Charmy. It will, however, also be a sweet one, in more ways than one.

You and Charmy will just be relaxing, eating something sweet Charmy has made. Cupcakes, donuts, anything. As you're both enjoying it and gushing over the taste, Charmy notices a bit of frosting/filling/whatever stuck just above your lips. She'll point it out, but instead of describing exactly where it is so you can remove it yourself, she'll grab her chance, quickly lean in and clean it up herself.

The kiss lasts about a second, it's over before you even realise what just happened.

Charmy herself is a little surprised at her sudden bravado and looks away with a blush on her face, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She liked it alright, but what if you didn't like it?

She'll be so taken off guard by her own action, that you have the perfect opportunity to lean in and place a kiss on her lips, this time a proper one. Once your lips part, she will be laughing awkwardly, probably avoiding your eyes by looking at the sweets.

Asta

“Y/n! Can I kiss you?!”

It's Asta's typical stressed/flustered way of shouting and even though he asked you away from other people, you're pretty sure anyone within the vicinity has heard him yelling.

Once Asta falls in love, he wastes no time getting his feelings across. He has no problem proclaiming them to you, be in privacy or in front of others. Once he knows you return his feelings, he will be so ecstatic that he forgets everything else. Including that he wants to kiss you.

So somewhere between 30 minutes and 3 hours after he confessed, he will be asking you if he can kiss you. When you say yes, he'll step closer to close the distance between the two of you, put his hands, which you can feel are a little sweaty because of the nerves, on your cheeks and slowly closes the distance.

The kiss itself is very careful, Asta has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't want to do anything wrong either. First kisses are special, right? He keeps his lips pressed to yours for a few seconds before pulling away with a big grin.

Grey, Henry, Luck, Noelle, Gauche, Gordon and Secre after the cut!

Grey

Grey is just not doing it. She's way too embarrassed, and there's just no way she can get herself to ask you to kiss you. She'll consider catching you by surprise and just doing it, but what if you don't want a kiss? Or what if she does it wrong?

She's an absolute mess. She'll ask Gauche and Noelle for help, but their advice is simply ‘just ask it’ or ‘just do it’. It's no help to her, which only makes her believe even more that she's a lost cause.

She will make several attempts to ask you, but she just never can get any further than the word ‘can'. The stuttering already starts when she calls out your name to get your attention, and after a few attempts to ask ‘can I kiss you?’ the embarrassment becomes too much and she transforms herself into the big guy. She's not finishing that sentence and no matter how much you ask her about it afterwards, she won't complete it.

Ideally, she'll wait for you to kiss her first. It'll still be super embarrassing, but at least she won't be the one who has to make the moves.

Henry Legolant

Henry is a little hesitant about kissing you, he knows what effect he has on the people who come too close to him, but he really wants to! So he'll think about it for a good while before hatching a little plan.

On a moment when nobody is around, he'll call out your name, step closer to you slowly so you can step away if you become uncomfortable, slowly leans in when he's close enough and kisses you. He has his arms around you to support you, in case he's draining too much mana from you.

The kiss is soft and slow, and he stays close to you for a few seconds, not wanting to part from you too quickly. He tightens his hold on you a little, enjoying the rare feeling of being close, certainly this close, to someone.

He'll then hand you a little plate of food he had asked Charmy to prepare for him beforehand and step back to give you some space. It's Charmy's special food to restore mana. Of course Charmy was in on his plan, he had to tell her to get her to make something for him, and unknown to you she's sneakily watching through the keyhole of the door to see if their plan worked.

Luck Voltia

Luck didn't plan on kissing you today. Luck doesn't plan on anything. He always goes with the slow and his only goal is for the two of you to have fun. Aside from that, it really doesn't matter what happens. Though if fighting or pranks are involved, that's a plus! And that's exactly what put him in a good enough mood to kiss you.

The two of you had just played a huge prank and were running away from your poor victim, who seemed about ready to murder you. You were laughing like maniacs as you ran and you eventually lost them. The two of you now stood still, catching your breath and laughing.

That's when he does it, suddenly and unexpectedly. The kiss is story and sweet, gone as soon as you felt it. Just a little peck. Luck simply keeps smiling at you while you're trying to process what just happened. He'll start laughing at your reaction, and it makes you unable to stop yourself from laughing as well.

The whole situation is a little absurd, but there's no uncomfortable silences, no tension, no awkwardness. Just your boyfriend playing a little prank on you, one you certainly don't mind.

Noelle Silva

Noelle is going to do everything in her power to make you be the one to kiss her first. She's a royal, she shouldn't be the one making the first moves. Right?

She's tried to a few times, but she just gets too embarrassed every time and chickens out. Hence her new plan: make you want to kiss her. You're already attracted to her so it shouldn't be too hard, right?

She'll put some extra effort into looking pretty, and she'll try to bait you with things like a subtle with pretty lipgloss, or by leaving a little bit of food hanging on her lip. She's not the most subtle person, so her message should come across pretty easily. It's up to you whether you want to tease her a little about it and pretend to not notice, or to just give her what she wants.

If you keep ignoring her hints, she'll eventually find a moment to just tell you that you can kiss her. Mostly likely when you've gotten her something or done something for her.

“You did good, as a reward, you're allowed to kiss me.”

No, even though she said it, she's still not making that first move herself.

Gauche Adlai

Gauche is not a very subtle person. When he wants something, it's obvious. Usually he just makes sure he gets it too. You, however, are the one exception to that. The one person aside from Marie that he's careful with, about whose opinion he cares. So, instead of just kissing you right the moment when he feels like it, he waits a little.

He's not too worried about setting up a good romantic setting, that's not what matters anyway, it's the kiss that matters, but he does try to get some privacy for that moment. He doesn't need people commenting on him kissing you when he does, it's a pain in the ass.

But getting some privacy with the Black Bulls around is nearly impossible, and Gauche is struggling to even create such an opportunity. His patience runs thin pretty quickly, he just wants to kiss you already, so he pulls you away behind a corner, pulls you close to him and kisses you there.

The kiss is a little on the rough side, mostly due to Gauche's annoyance at the whole situation and at how long he had to wait. He calms down pretty fast though, now that he's gotten what he wanted.

Gordon Agrippa

Gordon usually goes with the flow, letting you take the lead, letting you set the boundaries. It was like that in his friendship with you, and it will continue to be like that in his relationship with you. However, you two have yet to have your first kiss and he's getting a little worried about it. So this time, he decides to make a move.

When the two of you are relaxed and away from prying eyes, he'll just talk to you about it. Not in a sad or an accusing kind of way, but in a way filled with curiosity. Were you shy? Were you uncomfortable? Did you just not want to? Were you waiting for him to make the first move? Despite the somewhat weird topic, it's a comfortable conversation.

Once you let him know you're comfortable with it, be it during that conversation or later, he'll carefully cup your cheek in his right hand, put his left hand around you to pull you close and then he'll kiss you in a soft yet sweet kiss. Nothing too overwhelming, just a relaxed and loving moment.

Mind the lipstick stains though. The other Bulls will have a riot when they see them.

Secre Swallowtail

Secre never really thought too much about kissing you. Sure, she loved you, but physical displays of affection are not really her forte, nor are they extremely important to her. She always figured that if you wanted to kiss, you'd come to her and kiss her, simple as that.

However, when Vanessa, be it in an alcohol-induced haze, informed her that kisses were needed to assure the other of your love for them, she got a little insecure. Was that the ramblings of a drunk woman? Or was there some truth in that and were you doubting her love for you?

She remembered Tetia and Licht, and how happy they seemed when they kissed, so there must be some truth in it at least, right?

So she asks you if it's bothering you. Expressing her emotions aren't her strongest point, but you can see some worry and uncertainty in her eyes. If you assure her you're fine, that's that. If you let her know in any way that you would like to kiss her though, she'll lean towards you and place a quick peck on your lips. The contact doesn't even last for a second, but Secre can't help herself from smiling. Maybe kisses were better than she thought.

#zora ideale x reader #charmy pappitson x reader #asta x reader #henry legolant x reader #luck voltia x reader #gauch adlai x reader #noelle silva x reader #gordon agrippa x reader #secre swallowtail x reader #grey x reader #black clover x reader #black clover imagine #cookie writes #headcanons #700 followers event #requested #vemuabhi #scheduled post

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years ago

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Prompt: Something causes Lan Qiren to just SNAP, go absolutely fucking feral, and run off to become a rogue cultivator.

Beautifully Spent

- Chapter 1 -

aka Five Times Lan Qiren Left The Lan Sect Behind

“It is your duty, Qiren.”

“Is it?” Lan Qiren asked coldly. “I believe you’re thinking of my brother. You might remember him – the sect leader?”

He’d never spoken that coldly to anyone, least of all an honored elder, one of his own teachers, but he had no choice.

Ever since he was young, Lan Qiren wanted to become a traveling musician - to wander the world freely, without the burdens that would fall on his older brother, the prospective sect leader. Even as he got older, he'd never quite let go of that ambition, refining it until it had become not only a dream but a plan.

He would see that plan come to fruition, no matter what it took.

His teacher looked at him helplessly. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked. “You know your brother has chosen seclusion –”

“I know that in the eyes of the sect I have never been a quarter the man he is,” Lan Qiren said quietly. “I know that in each instance that we have argued, you have all taken his side. I know that I was asked, time and time again, to yield – because he is the elder, because he is the heir, because he is the more talented of us two. I have always yielded, because I am a filial son, a good brother, and I love my sect. I have always yielded.”

His teacher cast his eyes down to the ground.

An acknowledgement of guilt.

“I will not yield this time,” Lan Qiren said simply. “This is the rest of my life, honored teacher. This is my entire life. For once, let himbe the one to yield – to do his duty to his sect, as he was always meant to.”

“But –”

“I have always been here for him.” Lan Qiren did not allow him to interrupt. “I have been his scapegoat when things have not gone his way, I have been his pawn in political games, I have even been his punching bag when he needed to vent his irrational anger. Everything he has had the freedom to do, he has done because he has had me here. If I were not here, would he be able to go into seclusion?”

His teacher was silent.

“He would not,” Lan Qiren concluded. “To go into seclusion when you are the only option to lead the sect is to be an unfilial descendant of our ancestors. And so, if I am not here, he would be obligated to live up to his duties.”

“His heart has just been broken. Do you have no empathy for him?”

“As much as I do for the woman who was forced by circumstances to agree to marry him, and no more.”

“Qiren…”

“Think of it as me being dead, honored teacher,” Lan Qiren said, and ignored his teacher’s flinch at such inauspicious words. “Do you need me to remove my forehead ribbon before I go?”

“Qiren! Of course not!”

“Ask my brother,” Lan Qiren said dryly. “He will have the final word, as usual, and he does not like not getting his way.”

He left that day, his head held high.

He did his best not to think of his brother, who had, in his own way, wanted freedom, too.

Lan Qiren travelled, after that. It was just as he’d always planned it: quiet nights along forest paths, visits to small towns in out-of-the-way corners of the world – inquiring and then solving any issues they had that required a cultivator, and playing for them when no such issues remained. He had anticipated hardship, knowing himself to be a rich young master who’d never really faced the world; he hadn’t anticipated kindness: a few married women in one town taking the time to show him how to do laundry, giggling at him all the while, a group of young woodcutters in the next the best way to forage and cook food when one was hungry, a merchant and his wife teaching him how to bargain to avoid getting cheated…in time, through the generosity and enthusiasm of others, he learned all the skills he needed.

He refused payment for night-hunts – amazingly, his sect did not cut him off as he’d almost expected them to, and he was still able to collect his usual allowance – but accepted it for his music, and from his place behind his guqin he watched, quiet and content, as life swirled around him in all its myriad forms.

In between music and night-hunts, he idly taught some skills to the children in the towns he passed through – the vast majority were common people, completely lacking in cultivation skills, but his sect’s rules and the philosophy behind them were applicable in far more situations than that, and basic martial skills in even more. Whenever he stayed somewhere for more than a few days, he added in lessons in basic literacy, mostly because the idea of not having books at hand was abhorrent to him; the parents involved were generally more grateful that he was keeping their children out of trouble than especially interested in what he was teaching them, but it’d never hurt anyone to know a little bit of reading.

When he happened upon a place already governed by another sect, he did not take particular care either to avoid or to approach them; if they happened to meet, and to invite him to stay with them, he would. Lao Nie tracked him down six times for that very purpose, citing increasingly less plausible excuses, before Lan Qiren finally agreed to make the Unclean Realm a regular stop on his travels just to make him stop; in contrast, Cangse Sanren just showed up at the camp he had made for himself one day, her husband as always by her side, and simply refused to leave for the next three months.

He did not visit the Cloud Recesses.

Not when he heard about how his brother had, however reluctantly, come out from seclusion and begun to do the work of sect leader, and do it well, the Lan sect prospering under his leadership as they had always expected to. Not when he got news that his nephew was born; not when he heard that one nephew had become two. Not even when he heard that his brother’s wife had died, though the thought of that miserable woman’s self-inflicted fate had moved him enough to write a letter of condolence to his brother – their first contact in seven years.

Lan Qiren did not expect anything to come of that impulse, though perhaps he should have known better: it wasn’t more than a week later that he received a letter in return, the heavy formal parchment used by the Lan sect as familiar to him as the back of his hand, his brother’s equally formal calligraphy very nearly as familiar.

The words on it weren’t familiar at all.

I have made a terrible mistake, his brother wrote. I need your help.

Lan Qiren was perhaps not especially filial to his sect, having abandoned it as readily as he did – but despite everything, he did love his brother.

He went home.

“Lan Huan, courtesy name Xichen,” his brother said, nodding at the small child, pudgy and fat and adorable, quivering like a pudding even as he tried to force a smile onto his face, clutching onto a baby only a few months old, the little one strangely solemn despite the inexpert manhandling. “Lan Zhan, courtesy name Wangji.”

Lan Qiren was not as shy as he used to be, and he had gotten better at dealing with children. He knelt down until he was level with them, though he did not force himself to adopt any expression that did not come naturally. “Hello,” he said. “I’m your uncle.”

“Hello, uncle,” Lan Xichen said.

Lan Qiren held out a hand and waited, even as his brother took his leave, busier than ever. It took a little while, but Lan Xichen eventually put his own hand in his, and walked with him; after a little while, he even entrusted him with little Lan Wangji, fussing until Lan Qiren had tucked him into the corner of his arm in a manner he found appropriate.

By the time his brother found them again, Lan Xichen was chattering on and on about his xiao lessons, while Lan Qiren nodded along and added his own observations – he was decently skilled at the xiao himself; while it was not his preferred instrument, there were times when it was easier to carry than a guqin, and he had had time, when he was younger, to indulge himself in learning more than one instrument.

When Lan Xichen saw his father, he fell silent at once. He did not hide behind Lan Qiren’s robes, though Lan Qiren half-thought he wanted to – his little hand trembled in Lan Qiren’s palm.

“Would you like to take your brother back?” Lan Qiren asked him. Lan Wangji was a good baby, crying only a few times, each time responding well and easily to the usual things a child his age wanted – milk, a burp, attention. Moreover, Lan Xichen was good with him, thoughtful and careful; Lan Qiren had no concerns entrusting the baby to him, and Lan Xichen brightened a little when he realized that, nodding happily and taking Lan Wangji, pausing only a moment to glance worriedly at his father before scurrying off.

Lan Qiren looked at his brother.

“He’s afraid of me,” his brother said. “You can tell, can’t you?”

A blind man could tell. Lan Qiren said nothing.

“Wangji cries whenever I hold him, too, even though he almost never cries the rest of the time. He’s not even a year old, and he already knows.”

“Knows?”

His brother looked out into the horizon. His hands were behind his back, clasped in a formal pose. “That I’ll ruin them, too.”

Lan Qiren put his own hands behind his back as well. After a few moments, he said, “You care for them both. That’s not nothing.”

Their own father hadn’t managed even that. He had treated Lan Qiren with utter indifference, while treasuring his eldest beyond the point of reason, encouraging him to always think only of himself; the seeds of their estrangement were planted long before either of them knew it, each of them learning different lessons from their father’s mismanagement – Lan Qiren how to be inferior and doubt himself, his brother to be self-absorbed and careless with the feelings of others; Lan Qiren to bend himself to the point of breaking, his brother to refuse to bend at all.

It had served neither of them well.

“I don’t know what love is, except possession,” his brother said. “Xichen torments himself to try to live up to my expectations, and all I’ve managed to teach him, other than fear, is how to say yes to everything just to make people go away. I find myself falling into the habit of thinking of him as an extension of myself, which is still more than I can do with Wangji, who doesn’t even cry like a regular child should…” He paused. “You didn’t cry much as a child either.”

Lan Qiren glanced at his brother, surprised. He hadn’t known his brother had paid enough attention to him back then to even notice.

His brother smiled thinly. “Our family is known for its quiet children, did you know? I hadn’t, but they told me after Wangji was born. Apparently, there’s a few in every generation: a little slow, a little strange, with minds that don’t work quite the same way as the rest of us. The ones that don’t like to look you in the eye – sometimes they learn to speak, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they’re brilliant. As babies, they’re generally a little too quiet. There were three in our father’s generation, but in ours there was only you. And now, there’s Wangji…”

He shook his head.

“I wronged you before, Qiren. I don’t want to do it again – I don’t want to know what sort of father I’d be to a child like you. I’m not willing to risk waiting to find out, either.”

When Lan Qiren left the Cloud Recesses, he took with him a qiankun pouch weighed down with more money than he’d ever had in his life, two children, one smiling happily as the other burbled quietly, and his brother’s trust.

He had no idea what to do with any of it.

#mdzs #lan qiren #my fic #my fics #not set in the same universe as spilled pearls #but will probably make the most sense if you've read that first #beautifully spent

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dumblemonchickenwing · 3 years ago

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Victor’s personality goes well with both Victoria and Emily. Reason why Victor and Emily couldnt be together was mostly circumstantial. (?)

I used to think that Emily was too energetic for Victor and Victor was too cowardly for her, but I came to the idea that it’s far from truth. The truth is that Victor is in some way similar to Emily. But at the same time he’s different..yeah. Becaus he is himself, not Emily, and not Victoria.

The bursts of energy from Emily in the movie were also mostly due to circumstances. Emily was very excited after waiting for many years and her excitement made her seem silly, but when even an average person gets too excited they can do rash things. I doubt Emily was actually that energetic in her usual state, I think she is just a sweet person who can love, she��s not the type to be all over the place. In all honesty, we barely know anything about her and who she was.

Victor was caught up in a very...unusual situation. I doubt any man would show his personality in a situation where he was dragged into Underworld after a grave misunderstanding. But when things settle down a bit, he is the one who makes choices and makes first steps.

In the Piano Duet scene, he is the one who comes to Emily. Nobody asked him, nobody forced him to. Emily was very hurt and showed him that she wasnt in the mood to talk with him, but Victor didn’t “listen” to her and approached her. He started playing piano even though nobody asked him and even though he knew Emily was upset at him and felt like he should leave. But he didnt do that. On the contrary, he started playing because he wanted to cheer her up. I know he probably played as an apology, but to me personally it looked like he played because he didnt want Emily to be sad (and because he wanted to play piano). Also the way how he plays the piano is very.. curious. It as though he plays the way he currently feels. In the beginning, when he was in Victoria’s residence, he played slow melancholic melody. In the duet scene, he played differently. At the beginning of the movie, he knew he was going to be used by his parents, and was ..not happy about his situation. He was relieved to see a piano there, and was relieved that he could at least enjoy the music. In the duet scene, he was feeling some sort of excitement i assume, perhaps due to guilt (Idk how to explain it but sometimes when one feels guilty they get excited about doing something to make it up) and due to the fact that he can play.

At first he played as a way to express his remorse. But then he had an idea, and his play became more lively (Also I heard from some people who tried playing his part from the piano duet, that hey admitted how hard his part actually is- as a non musical person I found it curious.)

I heard some people in fandom say that Victor is kinda spineless and he gets dragged around and follows others, and I thoought the same about him. But when I look at movie again, I realize that.. Victor is the one who leads others, actually.

When Victor and Emily try to think what to do next, who decides what needs to be done ? Victor (althoug he basically lied to Emily and made a plan to escape her but still counts). Check.

When Victor and Victoria meet, who confesses first? Victor. Check.

When Victor and Emily agree to marry who decides how the wedding should go? Victor. Check.

When Victoria is in danger of being killed by Barkis and no one knows what to do who steps in first? Victor. Check.

Victor was even willing to keep his promise and to go with Emily at the end, even after he got reunited with Victoria. But Emily basically said “no” to him and stopped him.

I started with saying that Victor can go well with Emily and Victoria both, but then trailed off and went on about Victor only. That being said.. I need to rethink the way I see than man. Even though he’s my least favorite out of the three, he has a lot to him that gets overlooked by people, and I must respect him.

The reason i assume Victor and Emily arent incompatible, is because Victor himself isnt too different from her. He isnt really spineless, nor he’s “too slow” for her. In fact he may be the one who’d “lead” the way.

Victor has that “playfulness” in him, which was shown several times in the movie. It was mostly shown for comedic purpose, but still. Also the funny thing is that Victor and Emily are similar in a way that.. they are both kinda awkward, and tend to do what they want, ignoring/not noticing cues. Victor walks in strangers’ room and starts playing someone’s instrument without permission. he also played without Emily’s permission in the duet scene.

They are both awkward in expressing their feelings and they both get quite easily excited in certain situations. Victor mainly does that through playing piano. Victor loves music, Emily loves dancing. When they get outside, Emily dances around Victor and trips and falls. When Victor visits Emily, Victor starts playing virtuously, ignoring that it may be unethical to get in when someone else is already playing.

I dont know how to explain it..Its not that they “dont care” about cues or ethics. Its more that they are drven by their emotions and passions. And at the same time they are both really sweet.

Victoria is GOAT though.

#corpse bride #victor van dort #emily corpse bride #emily merrimack #victoria everglot #me: says I wont say anything. also me:#I am sorry for my english #text #bad english

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lexwritess · 4 years ago

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incorrect quotes anon, i have a super angsty idea that i think you’ll LOVE. so basically michael x reader but she died at on of the outpost, and were basically the only good part about michael and him not caring about anything anymore (even more than usual lmao). and it’s just grief and sadness and anger. it’s fine if not, if you do i’d love to make incorrect quote for it also! have a great day/night!!!! ❤️❤️

broken promises [m.l.]

pairing: michael langdon x fem!reader

warnings: angst, death, swearing, blood, i don’t think this is accurate i tried to research on lilith but it was difficult but i liked the idea so this version of lilith is mostly based off the one from caos

a/n: i got a little carried away lmao

words: 1.6k

slightly au! i’m going to pretend michael can’t bring dead people back ✌️

y/n is a witch. but she’s a different kind of witch. she was born for a very specific purpose, one that she didn’t even understand yet. she knew she was different though.

she really knew she was different when her supreme, cordilia, tried to kill her.

she ran away from her sisters that night. she didn’t need cordilia to kill her. she already felt dead. defeated. the only real family she’s had wanted her dead.

that’s when she met michael.

michael despised all witches, but there was something about y/n that dragged him to her. the two of them were like magnets and they both felt it. the world always pulling them towards each other.

she met michael when he was at a loss. y/n wasn’t the only one cordilia hurt that day.

y/n found michael in the woods, he looked ill and lost.

y/n brought him to a dark church she saw a couple days prior. they found a woman there that was eager to help them back on their feet and get them well and nourished.

that was a big step for michael. after that visit michael finally got sense of himself. unfortunately, y/n still didn’t understand her purpose.

“i want to help michael, i really do but i don’t know what i’m suppose to do. you’re the antichrist! i’m just a rejected witch.” y/n tells michael gloomily.

tomorrow was a big day for him, he was getting back his ms. mead. of course y/n was happy for him, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t need her anymore.

“you are so much more than that. you are more powerful than you think and you are a big help to me. and even if you don’t serve a purpose for the apocalypse i care about you and want you by my side.” michael looks into your eyes and grabs your hands.

that’s where y/n and michael shared their first kiss.

“can you help him or not.” you interrupt the two idiotic coke heads.

“oh. who’s this?” mutt said cockily.

“she’s a witch on my side. her coven tried to kill her. don’t get any ideas though she’s mine.” michael said protectively.

you can’t help but smirk to yourself.

“alright, sorry. please don’t light me on fire.” mutt says defensively.

this is the second time michaels been here. this time he decided to bring you along so maybe you could get an idea what to do next if jeff and mutt didn’t.

“do you have some special marking on you, or have demonic fire powers?” jeff asks you while mutt looks for something to help michael.

y/n shows him the upside down triangle that appeared on her wrist about a month ago.

“not going to lie, that’s kinda lame.” jeff says disappointed.

y/n gives the man a glare and with the wave of her hand the glass bowl of cocaine was now broken across the floor.

“WHAT THE FU-.” jeff yelled before mutt stepped in.

“we can worry about it later. look at the book of revelations. have you read it?” mutt asks.

michael looks at them before opening the book with his magic.

y/n flips through the book when michael is done looking for anything else.

“who is lilith?” y/n ask monotone.

“lilith is technically a witch. she was the wife of adam but refused to sleep with him. eventually she went and sided with the devil. the devil turned on her. lots of variations and stories of her. no ones quite totally sure.” jeff explains.

y/n looks at michael with a skeptical look on her face and he gives one back.

“holy shit, you’re totally lilith! but for the new world!” mutt exclaims.

y/n stands up and look down upon the two.

“how would you know?” y/n raised her eyebrows at them.

“you’re coven tried to kill you, you just so happen to be with the antichrist, the triangle on your arm...makes sense.” jeff says.

y/n stays still staring at them. they gulp under her gaze before she walks out of the room.

michael hurries after the girl, needing to know what’s on her mind.

“y/n, what is the matter dear?” michael asks, linking his pinky with hers.

“i do not want to be lilith.” y/n says strongly.

“if being lilith means i will lose you in the end i don’t want it!” she lets go of michaels pinky and storms off to the car.

“darling you will never lose me! i may have to follow my fathers plans to end this world, but i’m still in charge!” michael yells to y/n.

“promise me!” y/n yells back, finally walking towards micheal.

“promise me.” y/n repeats, this time her tone barley above a whisper.

“i promise.”

2 years later

present time

the apocalypse is here. the world is gone. hell is on earth.

and you’ve been by michaels side the whole time.

he kept his promise

and now you were standing in front of your ex-coven.

they were back to kill you, again.

“come back to finish the job?” you bitterly ask cordilia.

“i had no choice! you were made for evil, i was never going to be able to peel you away from him and you would always choose him over your sisters!” cordilia yells.

“well michael never tried to kill me like you did! you were the only family i had!” you yell back, tears brimming your eyes.

you furrow your brows trying to hear what cordilia was mumbling but before you realized it’s too late.

“ms mead!” michael cried.

cordilia had killed his ms mead again.

“fuck you!” you say angerly stepping closer to cordilia.

as you walk closer cordilia is pushed back by your magic, a trail of fire leading behind you.

“how are you doing that?” madison asks in shock.

“because i’m the new supreme.” you smirk.

cordilia laughs bitterly and you look back at her.

“you can never be the supreme. you are a demoness! you are and never will be a real witch!” cordilias words burn in your brain as the realization hits you.

“mallory.” you whisper to yourself.

“precisely.” cordilia smiles.

while michael was having his last moments with ms mead, in the corner of your eye you saw madison grab the machine gun and go to point it at michael.

“repellendum malum minitar, ut nobis!” you quickly shout the protection spell.

you repeat the spell and step closer to michael.

“tutela eorum vinculum!” cordilia starts chanting against your spell.

you repeat the spell but as she gets closer the sheild starts breaking.

“et defendat mea!” you shout louder. the shield starts breaking as the other witches join in on cordilias chants.

“amans vitae meae praesidium.” you say quietly before the shield breaks.

bullets shoot throughout the room before your bloody body slumps against the wall. you feel awful, they shot you enough to make you weak so you can’t heal, but strong enough to let you bleed out.

“y/n?” michael says quietly, before he is shot as well.

myrtle cuts a piece of michaels hair and walks back to mallory.

“hurry mallory, before he heals.” cordilia rushes, and the witches leave the room.

michael wakes and looks over to see y/n’s bloody body.

“y/n! no, no, no!” michael lifts you up so he can hold you.

“michael you have to listen to me.” you cough, as the metallic taste fills your mouth.

“i can save you, i know father can. just stay with me a little longer.” michael pleads.

you smile at him and shake your head.

“listen, don’t kill cordilia. i’m not the supreme it’s mallory. she will go back and kill you in a past timeline, so none of this will never happen.”

“i have to! look what they did to you!” tears fall from his face.

“michael baby, i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay, but you got to make sure you don’t kill cordilia. it’ll bring mallory’s powers to full strength.” you assure him.

michael shakes his head as more tears fall from his crystal blue eyes.

“i love you, i love you so much. i’ll be with you soon.” michael squeezes your hand.

“i love you too michael, so much.” you let out a shaky sigh and squeeze his hand back.

“goodbye michael.” you smile as your eyes start to close.

“no, don’t say goodbye! baby please open your eyes again.” michael weeps.

“fuck! i wasn’t suppose to lose you. i wasn’t suppose to leave you, i fucking promised!” michael screams, while his sobs continue.

“it’s too late langdon.” cordilias chill voice fills michaels ears.

michaels sadness quickly turns to anger as he turns around to see the bitches smug face.

“you killed the love of my life!” michael shrieks.

cordilia hums and stares back at michael before waving the knife out of his hand into hers.

before michael can do or say anything cordilia rams the knife into her chest.

michael is at a loss for words.

he have lost

“no!” he screamed as cordilia fell to her death.

“no.” he repeated while falling to his knees.

he puts his face in his hands and starts sobbing.

he has lost everyone and now he lost the war.

he lost everything because of a job he never asked to have.

“poor michael.” myrtal said quietly while walking over to him.

“please! please just kill me.” michael says defeated.

“you’re the antichrist at his full form. i’m afraid killing you is impossible. you’ll have to live knowing you’ll never have her again.” myrtal says while waking away.

michaels cries continue.

he’ll never see you again.

you’ll never see him again.

in the new timeline he doesn’t exist to you and never will.

that’s what truly killed him.

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