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singdreamchild · 2 years ago

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April Fooled || Cassius & Quin

TIMING: Midnight, April 1st

LOCATION: somewhere in the woods outside of Wicked's Rest

PARTIES: @singdreamchild & @coraldonutbread

SUMMARY: After waking up from a car accident she shouldn't have survived, Quin receives help from Cassius, who discovers her car while out on a hunt.

WARNINGS: blood mention, automobile wreck

Silence and the scent of stale gasoline trickled in first, followed closely by stomach pangs beyond anything Quin had ever felt. Where the hell was she anyway?

"Maybe if you opened your eyes, you cheesehead," Quin grumbled as she shifted trying to get into a more comfortable position only to find herself restricted. Tied down?

Whatever was encouraging such a lazy wake up was gone in an instant, her eyes wide open and hands slapping at the straps that held her tight. Straps…seatbelt…car…moose? Her memory as to how she got there was muddled at best, but one thing she was sure of, this crumpled death-trap was her car. Had to be since she wouldn't have been driving someone else's being so new to town. A few haphazard tugs at her seatbelt she began twisting and hyperventilating. After a half hearted attempt at freeing herself of the seatbelt it was but mere moments before Quin was attempting to crawl out of the jagged opening that she was fairly sure should have been a windshield.

Cassius wasn’t one to openly hunt, he’d prefer a more willing donor. Lately, however, that wasn’t working out for him. Whether that be finding a supplier, so to speak, wasn’t around or he didn’t have the time to get over to one of his usual haunts. So, in the dead of night, he hunted down animals that he would usually consider low-hanging fruit. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” he muttered as he discarded the animal that found itself as his victim. Suddenly, her heard a faint noise coming from nearby. Plink. Plink. It smelled like… gasoline? No one could mistake that smell. Rising from his crouched position, he took a deep breath before following the sound of the drips. Upon discovering the wrecked vehicle, Cassius winced. Broken glass, old blood… this couldn’t be good.

“Hello?” He called out, crouching down to peer into the vehicle, boots crunching on the shards of glass below him. Cassius heard the struggling, someone was in there. “Let me help you out, yeah?”

Quin was certain she had to be hallucinating, surely she didn't just hear a voice. Yet, there they were, coming into focus albeit upside down. A bonified, living breathing person. And they were speaking again.

"OH, um, yes please. I think I may have had a bit of a…tumble?" She cringed as she spoke. Even in such a situation she managed to try and downplay the problem at hand. Suddenly aware of what she must look like, she moved to fix her hair only to find it matted and sticky. She didn't have to see to know that blood caked her head and hair and the very thought had her head spinning.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled "I must look a fright."

Just push through it Quin, you need to get out and fainting isn't going to help.

You should be dead, is what Cassius wanted to say. The way the car was crumpled and flipped over, she very well should be. He knew better than to say such a thing, one problem at a time and all that. “Just a tumble? Your car is completely wrecked. Given the circumstances, you look better than most would,” he replied. Laying down on his front, he began to assess the situation. He was right, she should be dead. Then how-? Ah, there it was. Right on her neck, the tell-tale sign of a vampire’s bite mark. Then, getting a good look at her face, he saw her eyes. Red and glowing. A new vampire. “Well that changes things,” he muttered to himself, eyes wide with worry. He had to get her out of there and fast. “Just going to-” he reached his arm in through the broken window, holding her in place as he unbuckled his seatbelt. No point in hiding the strength, he thought to himself as he knew full well what he was going to have to explain to her later. “Alright, let’s try to get you right-side up and out of that pancake, yes?” He gave her a worried smile, beginning to let go of her so she could work on crawling out.

"Well I tumbled from somewhere," Quin quipped back, eager to distract herself from the reality setting in. She had been about to ask what changed things but was distracted by the sheer force this stranger was able to hold her in place with. Logic told her that it shouldn't be that easy, but then again, that seatbelt gave way easy enough to his intervention. Maybe she had just been panicking too much? Or she was a wimp.

Still trying to sort through the growing pile of questions in her mind, she nodded slowly to the stranger's words and braced herself with her arms above her head…or below…being upside down was a bit too disorienting for her.

Slowly, and blessedly with assistance, Quin emerged from the wreckage miraculously alive. A wonder she lacked the energy to ponder.

Body beating brain to a topic of interest Quin found herself blurring out "Do you have food? I'm starving," much to her embarrassment.

Sighing in relief as the woman was able to crawl out of the wreckage, he took a moment to assess her. Nothing broken, though her hair was matted with dried blood, which left little to be desired. Unless of course, you were a member of the shambling undead like himself. Swallowing hard, he decided no one was around to tell her otherwise. “Food, yes. Ah…” he scratched the back of his head, remembering the animal he had abandoned. “There’s something you may need to know,” he admitted as he pressed his lips into a thin line. Man this was awkward. “First of all, my name is Cassius.” The man started, pressing a hand to his chest, a serious expression now on his features. “The reason you survived, the reason I was able to sense you,” his eyes began to glow a deep red, much like her own. “I am a vampire. And for one reason or another, someone decided instead of leaving you for dead, decided to turn you into one of us.” It wasn’t a very elegant way to deliver the news, but he didn’t know how much time she had before she started to frenzy. “But that’s the reason you’re so hungry,” he continued. “We need to get you fed. Blood.” He gestured his hands awkwardly, giving a terse smile.

"Yeah, no. I'm Quin, by the way. And thank you for helping me, but I mean food. Cliff bar, some almonds, stray purse mint. Those sorts of things."

Vampire. HA. Truly an odd time to be making jokes but it did not escape her that even before the accident she did rather look like someone who might get a kick out of such a thing. It had to be a joke. Except…

"How did you do that thing with your eyes? What do you mean you sensed me? Shouldn't it have been harder to get me out of there? Have you seen my phone?" Hunger and desperation and maybe a dash of what the fuck swirled around her mind so fast she could feel the tinnitus in her damn chest.

"You can't mean blood blood. I'm a vegetarian, for like a decade now," Quin stifled a gag as she mentioned blood. She couldn't even say the word without cringing.

Cassius hummed, pretending to look for something in his pockets. “No, nothing on me, left my purse and mints at home.” His eyes stayed their glowing red, mostly because of the smell of the woman’s blood. He was good at controlling himself, but there was an extent to how well he could compose himself. Still, she began throwing rapid-fire questions at him, and he knew he had to respond to them all. “You’re coated in blood, and I happened to be hunting nearby. Our faces do this when we’re… in hunting mode, for lack of a better term.” He paused before answering her next question, knowing he was handling a delicate situation rather poorly. “And that’s partly how I sensed you, aside from your car leaking gasoline, that’s a distinct smell, that. And for a normal person, yes that should have been difficult. But as you can see, I have a few quirks. Strength being one of them.” At the last question, he blinked. Phone? Ah, yes. Kneeling down again, he assessed the inside of the car, or what was left of it. “Might have gone flying during the wreckage,” he mused before standing back up, wiping the debris away from his pants.

He couldn’t help but bark out a laugh despite the situation. A vegetarian becoming a vampire? Cassius couldn’t help himself. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but how did you survive that wreck?” He pointed out once composing himself, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing. “Left side of your neck, right here.” He touched the side of his own neck, “feel the puncture marks.” He instructed, tapping a black nail repeatedly to the area on his own neck. “Unless you got a very specific puncture mark from the glass, that looks like a bite to me.” He gave her a minute, knowing he had given her a lot of information in such a short period of time.“It’s dangerous, for someone newly turned,” he began to explain in a gentle tone. “If not properly cared for, you can go nothing short of feral. And I don’t particularly care to see that happen to someone, especially when it poses a very real danger to yourself and the people around you. I know it’s a lot to take in all at once.” He shifted on his feet, head tilting to the side. “Let me help you.”

Quin quirked a small smile despite herself. As she listened to Cassius's explanations she began to pace, to mentally catalog the information that just didn't belong in reality. At least it didn't belong before.

"Hunting mode? So mine will do that too?" Her face surely betrayed any calmness she was trying to grasp at.

My dad is going to be worried sick. The thought made her lip quiver, how does one explain to their parent that they are…dead? Ish?

Quin stopped pacing, reaching her hand to the spot she was directed.

"So if I dont…feed, I disappear? Like, mentally? Survival mode kicks in and I don't exist?" It made sense, really. Survival tends to be the trump card. But if serving meant what he said it would, Quin was going to need help.

"I think I'm going to need all the help I can get."

#April Fooled #coraldonutbread #para post

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dawnwritesstuff · 1 year ago

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The first brick was normal. So were the first twelve, I think.

They could have all been normal, in theory. They probably all were. It must have been a hallucination. I probably have brain damage from an awful gas leak.

But I can't get myself to believe that.

It started while I was walking my dog, Escargot. We—my parents, my brother, and I—named him that because we found him trying to eat a little snail as a puppy. He's getting a bit old now, but I still make sure to walk him every day.

Anyway, we were on our usual walk, Escargot's leash in one hand and my phone in the other. I was in the middle of a call with my brother and we were talking about some movie. I can't remember which one, which is a bit odd because I remember I had some strong opinions about its dull plot and disappointing effects. At some point during that conversation, though I found myself staring at this church building. I'd seen it many times before, but I'd never taken a good look at it. It wasn't a particularly interesting building, just a one-story brick structure that took up a full block. The sign out front called it something strange, like "The Church of the Spiraling End" or something along those lines. It was a slightly unnerving name for a church.

Anyway, once I started staring at it I found myself unable to give much thought to anything else. I stopped responding to my brother with anything more than an occasional "Mhm" or "Yeah". He eventually said some bored goodbye and hung up, at which point I started walking toward the building. Its bricks seemed at that moment like the most interesting thing in the world, and I started to wonder how many there might be. So I decided to find out. It was quite a large building, though, so I decided to just start with one wall.

The bricks looked so detailed, like high-quality pictures instead of actual bricks. I know that sounds stupid, but that's the only way I can think of to describe it.

I started counting a row of them. I think somewhere in the back of my head was the thought that I could count vertically too and multiply them together, but the foremost thing on my mind was counting.

I don't know what exactly happened, or when, but by the twentieth brick, I started getting this sense that something was off. It was small, though, and almost entirely drowned out by the desire to keep counting.

By number fifty, I could tell something was definitely wrong. There was supposed to be something in my hand. A rope, maybe? But I couldn't bring myself to care. The bricks were far more interesting.

The world became blurred around me. Nothing seemed to matter except this line of reddish-brown bricks.

I don't know how long it went on, but it was far longer than it should have. I realized that by the five-thousandth brick. Soon after that, I stopped assigning them numbers, instead simply admiring and acknowledging each one.

I can't say much more about that time. It was so long, and every moment so captivating, yet I don't think you'd find a description of it particularly interesting.

Now I'm back home. In a room that seems familiar, yet different in some way. I have a cat now. I've always had a cat, according to my sister. My only sibling.

I never had a left arm. It was a birth defect and I don't know why I'd ever think I did.

I remember my cat, my sister, and living with one arm. I have memories of them. Those memories feel different, though, like they weren't always there. Like badly photoshopped pictures.

It was some severe gas leak. It was all a hallucination. It had to be. Because if it wasn't, I don't know what to do. I don't know how to live in a world where I'm a different person.

#fiction #short stories #my writing #writing #hello to anybody seein this :3

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gyucore · 4 years ago

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in the orb

pairing: trapped soul! beomgyu x reader

tags: fluff, angst if you squint, reincarnation au, supernatural au

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: implications of death, light swearing

— you were cleaning your grandmother's attic when you stumble upon an old glass orb that just happened to talk on its own

A cloud of dust scatters around the room after you drop the glass orb on a particularly dusty couch. You've lost it. You've definitely lost it. You're quick to cover your face with your sleeve, fighting back the urge to sneeze. The orb sits still on the couch as it should, a sheet of gray still masking its surface.

This was supposed to be an average weekend. Your grandmother had invited you to her house for some quality time together during your break, and you thought you'd offer to help her clean her mess of an attic, to which she was more than happy to accept. And right now, the sweet old lady was tending to her garden downstairs while you were up here, freaking out.

It's said that people often imagined hearing strange noises when frightened and alone. And you were in a dark and creepy attic at an old person's house. This could just be another case of the common I'm-so-lonely-I'm-starting-to-hear-voices scenario. It's simply wasn't possible for a dusty old orb to start talking when you pick it up. It's just not.

“Hello?” You call out, immediately finding yourself silly for even attempting to communicate with an inanimate object.

The dust in the room eventually settles, and yet still no response. “See, Y/N? You were just hearing things.” That conclusion seemed convincing enough. You felt the need to give yourself a good pat on the shoulder for going along with the sane route.

With that dilemma out of the way, your attention couldn't help but wander back to the large piles of junk occupying nearly every space in the vicinity. One could only hope for your grandmother to clean regularly. “Right, now back to work.”

“What work?”

“Oh, you know. Cleaning.” You answer its question from earlier.

You freeze, eyes wide, a chill running down your spine. There it was again. You weren't sure if you heard it right this time or was just hallucinating, but there was one way to find out.

Silence. You almost called it a day after considering that you were probably just tired and needed some rest.

Half a step outside the door and the voice spoke once more. “Are you still there?”

You pause, brows raised, and back still turned. Somehow, you didn't know if it was safe to face the big ball of dust just yet. “What do you mean? Of course I'm still here. This is my Grandma's house.”

Thank the heavens for modern technology and the invention of smartphones. Speaking of which, you fish for yours in the depths of your pants’ pockets. The voice recorder app should come in handy during times like this. You know, to confirm you're not crazy. With the app on, all you needed to do was have the orb talk again.

“Grandma? Oh! Then you're her grandchild?!”

“Uh, yeah?” The orb apparently knew your grandmother. Strangely enough, that was the least odd tidbit of information you obtained today.

“Her grandchild.. Wow, to think I'm finally meeting you! Or at least your voice?” The orb lets out a giggle and the more you heard it talk, the more human it sounded.

“Sorry, can you excuse me for a minute?”

Never in your life had you thought the day would come where you'd be excusing yourself from a conversation with some sort of decorative object but life has its ways. You were never a stranger to off days anyway.

“Oh, sure, uh, go ahead? I can wait.” The orb swiftly replies. For a second, you could swear something was moving from inside the orb after the light outside the window had hit a clear spot in the crystal.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the room as you dash downstairs, taking your phone out and bringing it closer to your ear, replaying the recording. Sure enough, the voice was caught in the audio loud and clear.

“Holy shit. I'm not crazy.” An exasperated sigh leaves you as you slump back on the wall in disbelief. For a moment, you considered running away and warning your grandma about the cursed object, but part of you was curious enough to disregard the warning signs, and possibly risk your life by going back up there and approaching the thing. You decided to go with the latter.

“Are you back?” The orb asks once you've gotten close enough for it to hear your footsteps.

“Yeah. Just had to do something real quick.”

“I see.”

You wait for the orb to continue but it doesn't. It continues to lie on the couch lifelessly as if it hadn't been speaking to you in the past few minutes.

“Um..” You clear your throat, hoping to get another response

“Oh!" The voice from the orb seemed startled after hearing you talk. “How are you're still there?”

You frown. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“Well for starters, a talking glass orb isn't quite the public friendly concept you'd think it'd be.” It answers. Only now have you noticed that the orb had a particularly low masculine voice. “People don't usually stick around long enough to find out why I can talk in the first place.”

You blink. “Fair point. Though, I don't see the need for you to ask over and over again when I already said I was back.”

The orb chuckles. “You'd be surprised how many times people have reassured me of their presence only to leave halfway. Plus, I can't really see you right now to actually know you're there.”

“You can't see me?”

“The dust.”

“OH.” Not knowing what came over you, you immediately lunged forward and started wiping the orb with one of the dust rags you had lying around. It didn't take long for the thing to clear up and look like its old glorious self again. “How about now?” You ask, inspecting the orb as you hold it up.

“Better.”

It takes everything in you to resist dropping the orb on the floor when a glowing face of a man appears from the inside, smiling brightly at you. “I think I'm gonna pass out.”

The man visibly panics, pressing his face closer to the glass. “Wait no! If you pass out now, I won't have anyone to talk to! I haven't spoken to a single person in decades!”

“But you mentioned my grandma earlier, I thought you—”

“She could never hear me, but I could see and hear her.” The man explains, his voice a little quieter than before.

You bring the orb down, still cupping it in your hands. “How is this possible? Are you a ghost or something? How did you get in there?”

“Wouldn't you like to find out?” He winks, resting his head on his hand. “Take a seat and place me down somewhere soft.”

This seemed ridiculous by all means, but you oblige. The couch should be soft enough, and so you place him down gently while you take a seat on the floor, making yourself comfortable. “You were saying?”

“I—” The man accidentally bumps his head onto the glass as he leans forward, chuckling as he rubs his head gently. “Ow. Sorry. I'm just so happy to finally have someone to talk to. You can't imagine how long it's been. How the world survived without a single soul hearing my heavenly voice for all those years is beyond me.” He cracks a joke and you couldn't help but laugh.

“It's okay.” You say, shifting in your spot. “Go ahead.”

The man nods, the smile slowly fading from his face. “My name is Choi Beomgyu. You can call me whatever you like. I had a friend once, and she was a witch. Oh— not the kind that you hear from stories, no. She was really nice and cared a lot about nature, her friends, and her family. That type of person, you know?”

You nod along, assuring him that you were listening, and he smiles again.

There's just something about his smile that just seemed so happy and endearing. Perhaps it had truly been so long.

“She was this ball of sunshine. And back then I was a pretty different guy. Our personalities might've clashed and we butted heads a few times but somehow we ended up becoming close friends.” A faint smile graces his lips before disappearing as quickly as it came. “But then I got involved with the wrong crowd.”

The statement piques your interest and you draw closer. Beomgyu notices this and tries to talk louder.

“Remember how I said she was a witch unlike the ones in the fairy tales? Well, there were also people who were exactly like those witches. The ones that used their knowledge and abilities for their own nefarious purposes.” Beomgyu continues, his hair slightly covering his face as he looked down. “Let's just say that I got myself in a situation where they ended up hunting me down for my soul.”

“What?”

He frowns. “My friend saw me being chased down the streets one night and helped. We both knew that even when together, we were too weak to go against all of them. They had us cornered in her home, and that's when we knew it was the end for us.”

Beomgyu's voice started to waver as he spoke and you were about to ask him if he was alright, and tell him that it was okay if he didn't continue but the look on his face when your eyes met was enough to tell you that he needed to do this. He must've wanted to talk about this matter for so long, you think.

“She.. pushed me towards her workroom, telling me that she'll keep me safe no matter what. I didn't know what she meant until she cast a spell on me and I passed out. The last thing I heard were her screams. I never found out what happened to her after that, and I can only assume the worst.” He shakes his head, trying to getting himself together in front of his new friend. “Next thing I knew, I was inside her old glass orb. I've been trapped in this thing for years with no escape. No one to talk to— forever regretting how I didn't stop her that time, and regretting getting in the way of those witches in the first place.”

His story nearly brings you to tears, and before you knew it, your hands were reaching out for the orb. “Beomgyu, I..”

“It's alright.” Beomgyu smiles. “In the end, the orb ended up in her younger sister's possessions.”

Your eyes widen. “You mean.. Grandma?”

“That's right.” Beomgyu chuckles. “Though she had never able to see or hear me, unlike you.”

“Oh. That's uh, too bad.” You smile awkwardly, releasing the orb. The two of you sit in silence for a while, both needing a little mental break after that.

Shortly, your attention was brought forth back onto the orb when you hear Beomgyu laugh. You find yourself chuckling along. “Entertained are we, Gyu?”

The laughter stops and his eyes shoot up at you. You hear him mumbling something incoherent before hesitating to speak. “No, no.” Beomgyu shakes his head. “It's just.. It's kinda funny. I'm trapped here repenting for my whole life because of what I've done to her, or thinking about what I could've done.. but you know what? To be completely honest, I was starting to forget what she even looked like. But looking at you now, and hearing your voice..”

The idea popped up in your head and you weren't sure if it was even possible to begin with. But then again, you were talking to a soul inside an orb.

“You were easily granted access to the true nature of the orb, and are the first person to have ever done that without running away.” He kids. “Could it be?”

“I wouldn't count on it.” You tell it to him straight, getting up from your spot on the floor and dusting off your jeans. You knew what he was implying and there was no way that you were even considering yourself to be your great aunt's reincarnation no matter how ridiculous the situation already was. “I'll get back to cleaning. Feel free to talk while I do that.” You tell him before rushing to the other side of the attic, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. You'll figure out what to do with him later.

Beomgyu watches you fondly. You had told him to not even count on the thought of you being the one he's been hoping for all these years but it was too late for that now.

“Entertained are we, Gyu?” Her voice rings in his mind, and he shakes it off.

“How do you always manage to do such amazing things? I'd appreciate it if you'd stop stirring my heart.” Beomgyu's gaze rests upon your busy silhouette, and he smiles in content.

“It's nice meeting you again, Y/N.”

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unkownknowledge · 4 years ago

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Genshin characters and their spider s/o

A little crossover HC post between terraformars and genshin.

Basically the reader is the result of a messed up experiment and now they look like a monstrous humanoid spider, like this guy:

Except you have no human skin or hair, just pure chitin, extra legs out the back, and mandibles(like a turian)

Also: request are still open, feel free to request!

Including: Jean, Xinqiu, and Razor

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Jean: hollow knight

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Jean had been receiving reports of frightened merchants and townsfolk, all of whom had been found on the road ranting about a giant spider.

Jean was sure it was nothing more than hilichurls or hoarders or abyss mages and the people were merely suffering panic induced hallucinations, this was supported by the clear signs of such dangers at the scene of the crime.

But still, neither any of the knights nor adventurers in the guild reported saving these people, nor did Diluc claim that he did when she asked him.

So Jean decided to investigate, after all not only is there a chance of finding camps of the three above dangers, but also the chance of finding a new ally.

When she saw you in a clearing you looked like a normal human, until you turned your head in an inhuman manner and looked at her with eight red glowing eyes.

You screamed at her and used your geo vision to grow eight giant legs out your back, which you used to run away.

Jean, being the persistent woman she is, wasn't about let you go until she confirmed if you were a friend or foe.

She chased you through the forest for a while, and unfortunately didn't notice a group of hilichurls hiding behind some trees.

One swung out and struck her from behind, knocking her to the ground.

At the sound of this you turned around and saw Jean on the ground.

While she easily could have beaten the hilichurls, she didn't have to. This is because you were immediately next to her, sword drawn and slicing through the monsters like a hot knife through butter. Your geo legs acted like extra blades that parried any attack directed towards the knight.

Because you're other legs were busy, however, you were unable to block the attack from a crossbow that shot right through your knee.

You fell down and were beaten senseless by the hilichurls, the last thing you remember was the sounds of a blade and the monsters turning to dust before you blacked out.

You woke up on a soft bed inside an unfamiliar building. You tried to get up but your knee had a large hole in it, luckily for you your ability to feel pain was long lost.

Jean entered a minute later with some food, "good, your awake."

"Where am I?" You asked.

"In my home, the guest room to be exact."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because you were in danger."

"Yes but why? Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Considering how you saved me as well? No, not at all."

Jean poured some tea for both of you, "now onto-"

You felt your eyes water, something you didn't realize you could still do.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked.

"It's just, it's been so long since anyone was...nice to me. My appearance isn't exactly very welcoming."

"And yet you still help people, the same people who call you a monster?"

"Of course! I might be an abomination, but I'm not a monster. In fact, before I became...this I had always dreamed of joining the knights."

"Well, that makes things easy."

"What do you mean?"

"While I cannot officially make you a knight, I can make you an honorary member of the knights of favonius."

"REALLY!?" You said, a child like excitment on your face.

So you joined the knights, of course not everyone was happy about this.

But noone doubted the acting grand master's decision, after all she never once failed the city.

After a while the city warmed up to you, even hailing you as a hero thanks to all you've done!

But the city's attitude towards you wasn't the only thing getting warmer.

Infact, a certain person's cheeks seemed to grow red as Amber's ribbon at the mere mention of your name.

Lisa and Kaeya were the first to notice Jean's infatuation with you, and they were quite intent on helping her.

It would be easy for them to set it up: you were cold blooded, so you had a heater in your room during the winter, and thanks to a 'freak lightning strike', your house was under renovations for the whole season, this caused Jean to let you stay in her home until yours was repaired.

Now all they had to do was sneak in an 'cool it' down.

You awoke in the middle of the night due to the temperature suddenly dropping. You tried turning on your heater but that didn't work. You went downstairs to make some hot tea, unaware that Kaeya swapped the labels on Jean's coffee and your tea. After making the beverage you sat down in the warmest corner, covered in blankets, and with a warm drink in hand.

Fun fact! Spiders get hella drunk off caffeine.

You are a spider.

One sip of the coffee and you felt funny, you couldn't think straight and felt wobbly.

Kaeya and Lisa giggled watching you.

"So, how DID you get them drunk? You couldn't exactly have spiked their tea could you?" Lisa asked.

"I swapped the labels on their tea and Jeans coffee. Spiders get hella drunk on-" Kaeya noticed Lisa worried face, "fuck, what did I do this time?"

"Kaeya, spiders don't get drunk on caffeine like humans do with alcohol."

Lisa pointed Kaeya towards the window

"Whoops"

Caffeine doesn't make spiders drunk the same way alchohol does a person, which is what Kaeya expected.

Caffeine makes spiders hyper, very hyper.

When Jean heard skittering and clanging she thought someone was robbing the house, so she was reasonably surprised to see you lying in the center of the kitchen, crying, and with webs all over.

When she asked what happened you just rolled over and mumbled out gibberish about how you can't catch any flies.

Jean picked you up to take you to bed, but you wrapped your arms and legs around her and caused her to fall.

"(Y/n), please let me go." Jean pleaded.

You shushed her, "nap time" and fell asleep.

Your grip was to strong for her to get out, and with your weight she couldn't get up in this position, so she just had to wait for you to get up.

The next day Jean got up the same time as you, she would have said something if you didn't kiss her and pet her head.

"I love this dream." You said, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Jean was shocked, what dream? You were clearly awake.

"I wonder if Jean is this warm in real life....I wish I could find out..."

"(Y-y/n)" she stuttered out, "you're not dreaming."

You shot up with all your eyes wide as saucers.

You immediately thought of running. But where would you go? The forest? Yeah, that works, just go there a-

You felt a warm sensation on your cheek.

"So (y/n), how does this dream usually go?" Jean said with a suggestive wink.

"(Y/n)?"

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After that rather unconventional confession session, you both started dating.

Jean was concerned about not having enough time for you, but that proved to be very unfounded. Thanks to your many years alone you didn't know what dating was, so to you simply working together was fine.

On every mission out of the city you would bring gifts or a picnic for when the sun was setting.

On days where you both had paper work you would make tea and buy little cakes or biscuits and sit on her lap as you rested on eachother's shoulders and fed each other snacks, under the excuse that "sharing a chair saves space".

On the rare occasion Jean gets to have a day off, she showers you in affection.

She'll make you breakfast in bed(it's not good 80% of the time, but you don't tell her), she'll cuddle with you all day, she'll even read to you if you want. She wants to give back to you for all the time she couldn't give you her full attention.

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Xingqiu: it's like one of my Inazuman graphic novels

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Your meeting with the guhua geek was far more coincidental.

You were just minding your business, catching some animals to eat, when some weird guy just walks by you, not noticing you at all, as he reads his book.

You were rather suprised and, by extension, curious about this boy.

Was he blind in peripheral? Was he that brave? Was he an idiot?

A bit of colum B, mostly colum C.

Xingqiu sat down on a rock and continued reading, given how he was reading aloud you figured you might as well take advantage of his lack of notice and learn to read.

But he did notice.

"Ah shoot, spaces out again." Xingqiu cried, "now I have to start all over."

Xingqiu started reading the book all over again, much to your joy.

You could easily match his words to the page thanks to your speed of comprehension.

When the boy noticed it was getting late he decided to head home, while you were upset you didn't try and stop him. In fact you immediately darted away before he saw you.

The next day he came back, and read from the same spot.

And again

This went on for quite some time.

Xingqiu knew someone was watching him, but he never was able to catch a glimpse. He just figured it was someone who wanted to read legends of the shattered halberd but couldn't find any copies, and so the chivalrous thing to do would be to read it for them.

One day he finished the fifth book and proclaimed it was the last one, which made you rather sad.

Until he spoke to you.

"Well my secretive friend," he turned around, "shall w-"

You screamed

He screamed

For about five minutes.

After which you both just stared at eachother.

He pointed a shakey finger at you, "you're-"

You turned away, 'a freak I know' you thought.

"SO COOL!"

"What?"

Xingqiu immediately ran at you and started inspecting you.

The whole time he had such an amazed look on his face.

"Woah!" He said as he grabbed your mandibles, "are these real?!"

"Ye ey are, a ah ee e ah a" you said hoping he would understand that you need them to talk.

"Oh. Hehe. Sorry." He said releasing them.

"Aren't you...scared of me?" You asked.

"Why would I be? If you wanted to kill me you would have. It's not like I was particularly on guard when I was reading for you."

'Y-you knew I was there?"

"I knew someone was there, and I knew they were watching me read. Since you showed such interest in my book I thought the only chivalrous thing to do was to keep reading."

You were shocked, most people just ran and screamed upon seeing you.

"Now, shall we go look for the sixth book?"

After that you and Xingqiu became fast friends.

He used some of the money he made from the scam he pulled on that scammer to buy out the forest you lived in, making it officially private property so that people won't go after you.

He kept coming back with books for you both to read, you absolutely loved it!

And while you never realized it, you also loved him.

He however, did know he loved you.

Being the menace to society he is, Xingqiu decided the best way to confess was to just kiss you.

You're sitting on a stump with your head on Xingqiu's shoulder.

"This book isn't as good as the others." You say.

"Ah don't be like that, fairy tales are the foundation of all those 'knight in shining armor books' you love."

"Yeah but this is boring."

"True, true. But I think it has a great ending." Xingqiu turned to the final page, "and then the knight told the (royal title) how much he loved them, and to seal his love he placed a kiss on their cheek."

"That wasn't good."

"Why? It was very realistic."

"In what reality does someone confess by kiss-"

*smooch*

It took you a solid five seconds to process what happened.

Xingqiu smirked at you like the bastard man he is, "this one I believe."

Your mandibles hung slack as your face got a dark shade of blue.

"Uh, (y/n)?"

"Clothes off, now."

Xingqiu stumbled out the forest four hours later. Chongyun, who was protecting his privacy, asked him what's wrong.

"Absolutely nothing." He responded with the largest grin a human could muster, before his legs gave out, "can you carry me home?"

Your relationship was more steady than just that bit though.

Xingqiu spent as much time with you as he could, he even learned how to hunt so he could be with you while you hunted for food.

You never left your forest though, you were far to afraid of people and especially the vigilant yaksha(which Xingqiu tried to convince you was friendly).

Of course, not everything goes so simply.

Xingqiu was skipping through the forest, far to enamoured at the idea of you to notice someone following him.

You sat calmly on your rock and awaited your boyfriend of two years, today was his birthday so you made him a beautiful silk picture of his favorite scene from 'the legend of the broken halberd'

You felt the boy drop into your lap, "hello my love!"

You wrapped your arms and extra legs around him, "hello my little knight, I have a wonderful gift for-"

"XINQIU! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

You both turned around to see a man who looked oddly like Xingqiu.

"H-hey big bro..." Xingqiu said, clearly nervous.

"You're his brother?" You asked, "nice to meet you! I'm your future sibling in law!"

His brother looked surprised, then angry, "Xingqiu, a word."

"No," he responded, "anything you can say to me you can say to my (s/o)."

"Xingqiu, this is not a game."

"ANYTHING," Xingqiu said, far more aggressive, "you can say to me, you can say to them."

His brother sighed, "you can't date them."

"I believe I can."

"XINGQIU! ME AND FATHER HAVE TOLERATED ENOUGH OF YOUR CHILDISHNESS! YOU ARE AN HEIR OF THE FEIYUN COMMERCE GUILD, YOU CANNOT DATE THAT-THAT THING!"

Xingqiu shot up into a fighting stance, "care to repeat that?"

Xingqiu stared down his brother with murderous intent.

"So you wont back down?"

"Never, I love (y/n) to much!"

"If you don't leave them, you'll be disowned by father, all your wealth, power, and influence will be forfeited. All for an inhuman freak!"

"Xinqiu please," you tried telling your beloved, "I won't let you sacrifice-"

"Sorry darling, but I don't give a damn." He interrupted you before turning to his brother, "I will NOT abandon my beloved (y/n)! They are the most precious thing in the world to me! So go ahead! Strip me if my title, my riches, of my very skin! My heart will yearn for nothing else but the cold hard touch of love that is my (s/o)!"

Xinqiu's brother smirked

"So, you promise to always be with (y/n)?"

"Yes!"

"Through both sickness and health?"

As smart as he was, Xinqiu couldn't see what was happening, "with all my heart and soul!"

"And you would take (Y/N) as your contractually bound spouse?"

"I would sooner bite my arm off than live another day without them as such! In fact!" Xinqiu turned to you, "(Y/N)! WE'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW! COME ON!"

"Hold it!" His brother demanded, "(Y/N)! Would you stay with my brother, Xinqiu, through sickness and health, through rags and riches?"

You nodded, "forever and always!"

"And would you take him to be your contractually bound husband?"

"E-even if I had to fight Rex Lapis himself!"

Two burly hands grabbed the couple and pushed them together, "You may now kiss the bride!"

Without thought, you two kissed each other, not thinking to question the cheering, clapping, and crying-

You both pulled apart, "what the abyss is happening here?!"

The burly arms, now wrapping you both, was an older crying man who also looked like Xinqiu.

Xinqiu's Brother was crying and clapping.

Chongyun was blasting off party cones(🎉🎉these things)

And several other of Xinqiu's friends were there celebrating.

"W-wait..." Xinqiu started to remember that his brother, as a high ranking member of a commerce guild, can officiate marriages.

The older man, Xinqiu's father, cried and said, "finally! Grandchildren!"

(If you can't have babies, adoption exists and is perfectly normal)

Needless to say

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Razor: the big bad spider and the itsy bitsy spider

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(Please understand that my knowledge of Razor is based on his quest, I know of his special vision but it won't be brought up for this. I will be sure to read the wiki page for him if I write him again)

Razor knew something was wrong.

His wolf side told him something was wrong with the forest, and his human side told him it should be either avoided at all cost or destroyed.

Because it had stayed away he had largely tried to just avoid it and keep his lupical away from whatever IT is.

Until a foolish pup decided to try and defeat whatever big bad monster had their protector so scared.

Razor ran faster than any lightning bolt upon hearing the news.

Razor didn't know what he was seeing: giant webs strewn out covering entire trees, boars and Hilichurls wrapped in webs and frozen in a sickly green.

And at the center of it all was a giant, monstrous creature with eight leg like roots coming from it's back, feeding off the life of all the creatures stuck here.

This is what he was afraid of, the beast that every inch of his primal self screamed to get away from.

But he couldn't, not until he found the pup!-

"Hello." You said calmly to the strange man coming into your home, "is this your's?"

You outstretched your hand and a sleeping pup drifted towards razor on a flower.

"He caused lots of problems, so I made him sleep. Don't worry, it's nothing permanent, give him an hour or two and he'll be right up."

After Razor left, you assumed that would be the last disturbance for a while.

But it wasn't.

Razor's wolf half still feared you, was still mortified when he pictured your spider like face, your towering body, everything.

But his human half...teembled.

Not in fear, but in a different way.

He couldn't stop thinking of you, and his primal upbringing did little to quell the less romantic thoughts about your gem like eyes, the way your mandibles clicked and moved when you talked, the overwhelming nature energy that you radiated.

But he still knew good enough to get to know you better.

Just not HOW to do it.

"Why are you spider?"

Is not a good first thing to ask.

But you explained regardless: you were taken as a kid and experimented on by some rogue students from Sumeru academy.

Then some purple lady rescued you, and while you were grateful you much preferred living out in the wild.

"Yes...wild is good! Wolvendom, especially good!"

Someone please help him.

"Purple lady....ah! Shockey wizard lady from knights?"

You nodded

"Razor good friends with her and honorary knight! Do you know red flamy girl?"

"Klee? Oh yes! I love her! She's such a nice kid!"

"Yes, Klee is like lupical! Even if she...burns down forest from time to time."

Lucky for him, your shared familial love for the pyromaniacal minor helped bridge the gap between you two.

Eventually he even got you to leave your grotto(?) And meet his lupical!

He introduced you to the wonders of actually eating rather than just sucking the life force out of animals.

You both love and protect the forest of wolvendom, and if any large threat arises to it then you both will fight fang and claw to protect your home!

Neither of you know what love is in the human sense, but you both feel it to each other and act upon it: giving each other a portion of your food, taking blows in battle for each other, and cuddling more intimately than just friends would.

You are his lupical, and so much more.

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I started this near last year's end, it took me till now to realize I should only do 3 characters.

(Paging: @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #jean x reader #Razor x reader #Xinqiu x reader #xinqiu #genshin jean #razor

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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This was most inspired to one of the post of @keigos-dove about overhaul having a nightmare. This will contain PTSD and what I think was Chisaki past so if you don't like it don't force yourself to read it. Enjoy.

... What happened to this room?

The most confusing part is that he didn't know how the hell he ended up on there. He swore he just layed down to sleep a few minutes ago.

Also, where the hell were you?

He looked around for a second and scoffed at the familiarity of the room itself, it reminded him of the place he once used to live...

He took a few hesitating steps and scoffed at seing some broken plates on the floor while looking around at the mess... Clearly people didn't know how to properly clean neither how to keep things organized.

A woman's yell made him flinch before he brought his hands to cover both of his ears at the torturous sound.

Why did it hurt so much? Listening to this..?

More yelling. More shouting. There were people in there. Arguing. Badly.

"Just ignore it..." he muttered to himself before sitting on something...

Wait. He was just in hall. How the hell did he ended up on a room?

He opened his eyes and slowly took his hands away from his ears and widened his eyes at seing how... big everything looked.

"What the-?" He stopped talking at listening that his voice wasn't the same as before, it looked weak, raspy... childish even.

He looked around the room and felt that his whole body turned to pure and cold ice at seing he was in.... his bedroom.

He hesitantly got up from where he was sitting... now that he noticed it was the floor, and found some books he used to read it only as a kid.

"THAT RUNT IS A CURSE TO OUR FAMILY!" the thundering shout of the man made him tremble, but his stoic face remained the same despites his eyes being wide open.

Only one person called him that his entire life... no, impossible. He was-

"Oh would you calm the fuck down already?!" A woman's voice yelled and he immediately cringed at the vulgarity "We already solved that problem he make so just sit your ass down and stop complaining like a bitch!"

"I JUST RECEIVED A FUCKING CALL FROM THE POLICE AND CHILDREN'S CARE BECAUSE OF THAT KID! HE IS CURSED WE NEED TO GET RID OF HIM! OUR REPUTATION IS ON THE FUCKING LINE!"

His breath started to quick involuntarily as he placed his hand to grip onto his shirt.

This is not real. Just a hallucination, nothing of this is happening again, is just a side effect of some disease surely-

He flinched at hearing the door hitting the walls and his biological father came from the other side, his mother only standing on the door frame with arms crossed and a frown on her face.

Do something. Anything.

"Do you know how much problem you put us into runt? And you just stay there. Reading your books like nothing happened?!"

"I didn't thought that I would kill-"

"You didn't thought but you did! You're cursed by the devil Kai. A curse in our goddamn lifes... not only you had to have a mental illness but a threating one too?!"

His words made him want to vomit while he controled his anger. He wasn't sick. Not like most of the society was.

"Not going to fucking answer? ANSWER ME RUNT! IS A ORDER!" He lifted his fist and that's when Kai extended his hand to block the many attacks that were about to come as he shouted as well.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" the shout was high pitched and he cringed at hearing his once voice as he falled to the ground and closed his eye tightly.

A bloody scream from his mothed made him open his eyes and all he saw was red.

Red... blood of the man he had disgust of calling it father as the remains of the body were on the ground.

He shakily standed up and looked at his trembling arms with wide eyes in oure horror.

It was on him... his skin was burning at the contact... he needed to get it off. Get off of his skin.

He started to scrub one of his arms desperately but the fluid just wouldn't come out of his skin, no matter how much he scrubbed it just wouldn't left his skin.

He dared to look at his mother for assistance but the woman only screamed again before running to get a phone.

He followed her numbly but still trying to get that thing off.

Disgusting... it was all over him.... he didn't wanted this..!

"M-Mom I didn't wanted it-" the woman flinches and grabbed her phone like her life depended on it and pick it up a knife from the kitchen and ained at him.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER TO ME! HE WAS RIGHT YOU'RE CURSED! HOW COULD YOU KILL YOUR OWN FATHER?!"

Her yells seemed to echo in his head as he brought his hands to his ears to block the noise but the burning and disgusting feeling on his skin wouldn't go away.

"I... didn't... want it to-" more yells and the sudden sound of sirens surrounded him and his eyes were already tearing up at this point as he kneeled on the floor... helpless.

The sounds were hell but his urge to get just yank that thing off of his skin was stronger.

He started to use his short nails to see if the blood would come out but it wouldn't... only dirtied his fingers even more but he couldn't stop rubbing them, his skin already burning and bleeding itself from the irritation.

He couldn't handle this anymore... he needed to let it out... it was stuck on his chest.... he needed to...

To...

You just left your room to get a cup of water. You were surprised that you could get out of the bed and don't disturb your boyfriend, since he was a light sleeper, he would almost always just groggily open one of his eyes and asks 'where the hell are you going?'.

Maybe he was just really tired. Is not a surprise, since he worked harder than anyone else in this building.

Just when you brought the glass to your lips, you flinched at the thundering bloody shout that came from your room.

You flinched at the strength but threw your glass at the sink and ran towards your room to see what in all heavens had happened.

Kai never was once the type of man to shout, especially in this way that you just heard... only in extreme situations he would do this.

You barged in the room, breathing heavily as you looked for Chisaki around the room.

Your heart felt at ease when you found his back turned towards you but immediately dropped to your stomach at hearing his hushed whispers and the desperately and furiously way he was rubbing at his right arm.

"Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off-" you heart broke at the sign of your boyfriend, usually always carrying his ego high and arrigant way of talking, whispering in such a helpless and pitiful way..

You aproached slowly and made the mistake of touching his shoulder... He immediately flinched away and slapped your hand away and dare you say almost overhaul it.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" You arched one eyebrow in confusion, that sentence wasn't the way your Chisaki uses to yell, it didn't let you feeling scared for your life.

It was more like a... pleading..?

"Kai?"

"Out. Get out. Get out. I will just kill you get out. I didn't mean it. I swear on my life I didn't mean it to kill him." He said between breaths as he still rubbed furiously his skin.

His eyes were wide open but they weren't there... still caged on the horror he had just seen it.

Ignoring the slight burn on your hand you tried to aproach him again, rubbing your tears away, you sitted a bit far away from him.

"Kai." You called but yet no answer "Kai Chisaki. Love, can you hear me?"

To your relief and surprise he nodded slowly.

"Breath in and out Kai. Slowly, you're going to hyperventilate this way." He surprisingly followed your commands without a complain but still continue rubbing at his arms.

"Love please stop the rubbing, you're going to hurt yourself." You aproached slowly but he shook his head violently at that.

"It won't come out." He whispered in horror and disgust, while you only got more confused "No matter how much I scrub, no matter how much I try to clean it... it won't come out. I'm dirty. Im filfh. I'm cursed." His breath started to quick again as his scratched all of the skin in his arm... all of this with that tone of voice of his...

You didn't care if he overhauled you or anything else, you couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much at seing your boyfriend in such a state.

You enveloped your arms around his frame tightly as you burried your face on his neck, already expecting the worst...

But again, he surprised you by only flinching slightly as he took a big breath in and slowly turned his head to you... stopping the furious scratching.

Oh god... it was bleeding.

"...(Y/n)?" He whispered, like he just notice your presence.

You nodded, trying to gulp down the sob and ignore the warm tears slidding down your cheeks.

Chisaki just stared numbly at you for a few seconds before taking in where he exactly was, slowly looking down at his arm and scoffing at the sign.

He used his quirk before dropping both arms on his knees as his head hung low.

"... Nightmare." He broked the silence with his monotonous voice "Is strange isn't it? How such a childish thing... can still torment a adult's mind..." you hugged him tighter as you noticed the waterdrops falling from his face.

"It happens with the best of us my devil... but seing how we can still surpass them and follow with our lifes is a signal of abnormal strength." You said gently.

His shoulders began to tremble while some unwanted sobs sticked to his throat as he brought his gloved hand to block the tears.

"Disgusting... absolutely hideous..."

At this point you already know he was reffering to himself as he furiously rubbed the tears away from his eyes, getting more irritaded at noticing that more were appearing.

You sighed before you brought you two to lay on your backs on the bed, despite his strenght you brought his head close to the crook of your neck, this way he could hide the tears for gow much longer he wanted.

He let out a angry sob as he circled his arms around your waist and just accepted your silent offer.

"I despise this." He growled, his teeth sinking on each other as a attempt to stop the tears.

He felt your hand slowly coming to the back of his head and starting to carresing in the most gentle and careful way as possible.

"I know... but you can let it all out. No one is going to see neithed judge Kai. I swear." You placed your lips on his hair and kissed slightly before mumbling in his hair.

"I got your back hon... just like you protect me, I will protect you from your own demons... is that okay?" You asked while he let out a angry cry.

"Goddammit you're only making it worse." He cried more on your neck but you smiled no less, noticing that he trusted you enough to be in this state.

After a few minutes he had calmed down from his attack and just stayed there on your neck, golden eyes open as he was lost in thoughts.

You stopped carresing his hair for only to pick your cellphone to check the time, but a growl of his while a gloved hand just grabbed yours to place quite abruptly back on his head stopped you.

"I was just going to check the tim-"

"Neither of us have anything important tommorow so its clearly not necessary." The vibrations that his voice on you neck were enough to send pleased shivers through your whole body.

"... do you want to... talk about it?" He lifted his head fo send a judgmental glare at you.

It didn't had the same effect since his eyes were still puff red but let him be.

"Do I look like I want to talk about it?" He growled while you only lifted your hands up in defence, even despite bsing layed down.

"Just offered." He sighed out loud before laying his head on your chest, grabbing your hand again to place on the back of his head.

"I just need to forget what happened. Nothing else." He muttered while you hummed in understatement, smilling down at him while slidding your fingers delicately through his dark brow hair looks.

"You aren't cursed." You whispered suddenly, worried already at how his muscles tensed at the words.

"You're more like a blessing in my life..." you giggled before you looked down at the tuff of his hair, since he decided it was more pleasant for him to look away from you, laying his left side of his face.

"Have any idea how much I love you? Chisaki Kai?" His arms tighten a bit before he scoffed and looked at you in false annoyance.

"Is that the only sentence you know?" You giggled before surprised kissing the tip of his nose, adoring the way he widened his eyes at the action.

"But i love you!" You singed before attempting to kiss him again, only to be met with one of his gloved palms and a eyebrow of his lifted up.

"Enough."

You looked at him innocently before kissing his gloved palm, muttering again tge sentence that left his face on a adoravke shade if slight pink.

"For God's sake that's enough." He growled but you smiled widely at noticing that his own was growing.

"You loved it! Don't lie!"

"More like I atture." He got up before he sighed in annoyance that you had followed him and just locked your arms around his neck.

"I will not let go until you admit it." You said giggling while he rolled his eyes in false irritation.

"Admit what? That you're like a leech?" He half regretted saying this after the moment you playfully scoffed and just decided to assalt his face with tiny kisses.

"(Y/N) I swear to God stop that-" He said irritated but you were smiling like a maniac at seing he was holding back to not smile himself.

"Admit it!" You gave a raspberry on his cheek while he tried to oush you away.

"Oh that's just enough." He growled before he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand of his and pinned you on the bed and underneath him.

"Ops..." you muttered with a goofy smirk while he scoffed as he rolled those beautiful golden eyes.

He got close to your face, lips almost brushing yours as he whispered so quietly that if you weren't so close you could've had miss it.

"I love you so much my angel." You blushed furiously and looked up at him in both surprise and glee.

"My, aren't you adorable with that color?" He mused sarcastically but his face was stoic as ever.

"This is the effect that you have on me." He smiled down at you, really smiled this time as he brushed a few straws of your hair away form your fore head and placed a chaste kiss before lowering down to cover his lips with yours.

The nightmare was completely forgotten. As long as he had his angel on his arms he would be... just fine.

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #chisaki kai x reader #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #my writings #zuffer writings

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tomatowielder · 4 years ago

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hey, i'm not any of the attack-y anons, im just genuinely curious: if you do not ID as having psychosis, how do you ID? do you see your voices as an issue unrelated to medicine or mental health? if so, how do you view your experiences? do you consider recovery and medication to be relevant to your experience?

Psychosis was a term invented by people who sought to categorise us like plants (literally like plants - most proto-psychiatrists were botanists). It was created as a violent category by people who saw us as animals & less than animals who sought to abuse us, and it’s still used in the same way today. It’s overdiagnosed in POC and people with learning disabilities. Treatments around unusual beliefs & voice hearing & other hallucinating usually seek to drown and strangle our voices and change our minds on what we think. These treatments, and this category (of psychosis, of schizophrenia, etc) weren’t created by us, by people who hallucinate & experience unusual beliefs.

‘Psychotic’ isn’t a neutral term. It’s okay if others want to reclaim it into their self concept - that’s okay & I can see how that’s healing. You do you. But imo we should start accepting & supporting & actively including those who don’t want to reclaim it, and understanding it’s violent history, and that it’s okay if others don’t want that for themselves. (It feels kind of off to me that there seems to be a “you can’t sit with us unless you reclaim this violent term” vibe here.) ‘Psychosis’ has no place in how I see myself.

After years of psychiatric abuse, I was lucky enough to work with a mental health team, along with other survivors and voice hearers (hearing voices groups are completely peer led, and where a lot of these different conceptions come from - I’m surprised to see the psychosis model so popular on tumblr, when survivors in real life have often chosen a different approach), where we slowly weaned off meds. I had a lot of support to start talking to my voices, who had become my tormenters (at a certain point, my relationship with them was so bad that I was frequently dangerously self harming & hadn’t left the house in around six months).

But, imagine if you’re deeply, deeply hurt, and when you talk, there’s only one person who can hear you. Now imagine that person tries to ignore you and kill you. You’re going to get more angry, you’re going to get more brutal. That’s what my voices did. It was a slow and difficult process of changing that relationship, and today whilst I live well with voices I still hear some fairly cruel and disruptive voices.

Meds have no place in my relationship with hallucinations (I also visually see things & feel tactile things), although they once did, and it’s important to be person led. If a specific voice hearer wants meds, it’s nobody’s place to say no meds. (It’s also nobody’s place to say they shouldn’t identify as psychotic, by the way.) A lot of chronic distress comes with a history of trauma, and even when there’s no history of trauma, by the time the psychiatric system is done with you there probably is. No traumatised person ever starts to heal or gain autonomy if they don’t have fundamental control over their own decisions, and how they see themselves. So I’m super pro other people seeing themselves as psychotic and/or taking meds when they decide to do that.

I would call myself a voice hearer, and someone who sees things and hallucinates, and I wouldn’t really use more words than that. I used to experience unusual beliefs but not anymore. I’d call myself traumatised. (I kind of like psycho-socially disabled or neurodivergent for some aspects of the experience, but I don’t know properly yet. I’m still figuring things out.)

Voices & hallucinations are a normal, beautiful part of the human experience and normal human variation. I just see voices as something normal people hear (even when said voices are disruptive & difficult). I think people have the choice to see them as psychotic & a sign of illness & people should be supported in the decision they choose to make about that - but ime, seeing voices as symptoms and signs of illness can impair our ability to empathise with our voices, and I don’t like that this model is forced on us. (By psychiatry, by society, etc - as voice hearers we often don’t get a *choice* in the narrative we decide for ourselves. “Voices aren’t a sign of illness” often isn’t presented as a workable option for us.)

Anyway guess who’s not going to bother trying to get involved in the tumblr voice hearing & neurodivergence community. 😅

(And I guess the q about recovery - idk, I feel like recovery has some utility as a concept, but I feel like lived experience can often fit messily rather than neatly into the word and it’s hard to use it to describe lived experiences. What does recovery mean? Recovery from an illness, like you would a broken leg, where we were definitely ill once and now not anymore? Getting rid of our hallucinations? Does it mean learning to live well with voices and no longer feeling distressed by them? Or no longer feeling they cause disablement? No longer experiencing the systemic discrimination that comes with being someone who hallucinates? Idk.)

#vague thoughts but i feel like voice hearing & hallucinating have more utility to me in the like #neurodivergence community vs the mental illness community?#like i feel it's fundamentally different to an experience to like... idk anxiety or depression or ocd.#but those are proto-thoughts that idk if i stand by yet.#i feel like unusual beliefs have some utility in mental health communities #i feel like hallucinating & experiencing unusual beliefs are two kinda wildly different things #and the lumping together of them w/in psychosis feels a lil bizarre to me #(again proto-thoughts that i'm not sure how much i stand by yet)

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aileysmirnov · 5 years ago

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◇◆Ailey Villains Gallery: Scarecrow◇◆

Scarecrow's face claim: Adrien Brody

Secret vs Scarecrow! How did they met?

Ailey (Secret) and Scarecrow met 'thanks' to Batman:

One night in Gotham, Scarecrow infiltrated the Iceberg Lounge with the intention to Kill some of Penguin's Henchmen.

With a more "upgraded" (and letal) version of his fear gas.

Just as a way to send a message to Oswald who had stolen some of his gas and now was selling it for a very high price on the dark market.

To prevent Batman from intervening, Scarecrow convinced Riddler and Dr Pig to create a "distraction" (if murdering almost 11 people between the two and then make an "spectacle" about it, can be called like that) for the Bat.

And unfortunately when the "Caped Crusader" realized it was a trap (thanks to one of Riddler's "funny" riddles) he was already too far from the building.

Too far from stopping Scarecrow.

He analyzed all of his options pretty fast: he couldn't send Damian, he was with him, Dick was in Blüdhaven, He already send Tim after Riddler and Steph after Pig, Cass and Barbara where in another state with the Birds of prey, Duke and Kate where teaming up to solve a crime involving a new rising homicidal cult and Jason…he wasn't in good terms with Jason…again…and he losed his track at least 2 weeks ago.

And so…he reluctantly took the phone and dialed the number of the one person he could think of.

Ailey was doing the usual: shouting angrily and throwing a tantrum towards her employees (like the good little tyrant she is) for a last minute cancellation of 4 of the stellar models for the upcoming Winter collection of SVELLYO. When all of a sudden she received a call from the one and only: Bruce fucking Wayne.

—B! What a perfect timing! Is not bothersome at all!—she remarked the words sarcastically annoyed a tone that sounded like the venomous hissing of a snake.

—Listen Ailey, I don't have time for thi-

She cut him off

—What a coincidence! Neither do I, B's man! Byee~

—Ailey…—He didn't shout at her but his more menacing (than usually) tone, make her feel like he did; it was a voice tone that Bruce normally just used when he was with Joker and when he used it. Oh boy, You just knew the man ain't taking any shit.

—Listen to me. And listen. C A R E F U L L Y. Scarecrow is in the Iceberg Lounge it's 2 minutes away from you by flying. I need you to go after him and prevent whatever he's up to against Cobblepot.—He said a little more ""nicer"" (if it's even possible) this time, but still with a hint of frustration in his voice.

—yeah…well…I also need this little favor, B—Bruce was about to fucking lose it in that moment, there where lives in danger and this CHILD was just thinking of herself!! But before he could lash out at her with a "I'm dissapointed" speech; Damian took the phone.

—He said he'll do it, you have my word. Now…Go! —Robin said without thinking twice

—Thank you, my zelenyy*! I'm on my way! —and with an Angry Bruce Lashing out at every single thing on earth on the background, Ailey hanged up, wrote a quick note to his secretary, asking him to give all of her employees a rise (including him, of course) and sprinted out to SVELLYO's roof top; without a word to the perplexed staff.

Once she stood there.She could feel the cold night breeze hitting her face and without any doubt she jumped abruptly from one of the highest points in the city.

Her eyes opened at the middle of his falling, adrenaline and renewed energy cursing trough her veins, her blonde hair replaced with a glowing rose gold, a metalic blue growing in her gaze and her outfit conveniently transformed on an all black bodysuit with slight hints of gold on the bottom of her sleeves.

His whole body defying gravity, flying through the night sky with the same grace and glory of a swan and leaving a subtle trace of light glowing pink as she passed by.

She arrived at the Iceberg Lounge back entrance at least 5 seconds earlier from what Batman had predicted.

Penguin's henchmen where all gathered in what appeared to be a small cellar on the very back of the casino, they were complaining about an out of the blue"meeting".

Secret (Ailey) assumed it was Scarecrow's way to get them all in the same place and avoid any unnecessary complications.

With extreme caution she stood and watched near the skylight, trying to fade away her own slightly glowing nature with the moonlight.

Her eyes searched quickly inside the room, ans she soon spotted atleast 6 gas tanks oddly put in some of the poorly lighted corners of the cellar.

But no sign of the maniac

Or so she though until the abrupt pain in her neck and the obscure presence behind her sooner than later make her realize; she wasn't alone.

She could feel the infernal pain from the toxin filling his lungs and cutting her breath and her vision becoming a little bit dizzy.

—You should know better than spying on people, dear…It might not end up being what you expected—his voice was deep and unforgiving, a condescending tone and the weight of countless sleepless nights leaked through every word.

She tried to speak but only felt her throat closing.

—Now, now, dear…all will end up soon. —His tall and lanky figure covered by worn out clothes to match his own psychotic aesthetic made him look intimidating. And without any glimpse of empathy he proceeded to toss her body aside with a kick like if she was a filthy dead rat, and continue to watch expectantly to the ignorant henchmen above.

He was waiting, waiting for one of them to foolishly reveal where his beloved toxin was and after a couple of minutes one of them casually mentioned a secret basement where the most important items waited patiently for whoever was able to afford his almost ridiculously expensive price.

Crane smiled wickedly to himself…he had just what he wanted…almost.

He activated the slightly hidden tanks of fear gas and watched in admiration as some of the henchmen faces started to change into a horrified expression.

—Head's up, asshole!—He didn't even had time to process the situation properly, when Secret's hands where at both sides of his head, the tip of her fingers illuminated and emanating Rose gold strings of pure energy attaching themselves to Crane's mind.

And at that exact moment he remembered: the pain, the panic, the fear.

The very first time he tested his toxin, was on himself: he was laying in to that dirty old shack for what felt like an eternity; he screamed and begged and yet the hallucinations didn't leave him, his mind was racing with the most horrible thought it could possibly even consider, everything so real and yet so distant. He felt hopeless.

And the delicate strings clinging tight around his mind. Lord, what a bittersweet nostalgia! He felt the same, the same way as the first time, he could hear the screams, the voices, the endless discontent. But couldn't find anything around him…just…hollow and for some strange reason…that scared the shit out of him.

Ironically it had been years since the last time Crane felt genuine fear.

When Crane woke up, he was already in that horrible place: a worn out cell from Arkham

But strangely he didn't feel any kind of anger or frustration. No…he felt…elated in the best way possible almost like if he had reborn!

And so…he stood there; staring blankly at the small window with an almost devilish smile across his face.

Waiting for the next encounter

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Ailey felt so proud of herself, she had successfully managed to knock out Scarecrow, control the gas leak and save Penguin's henchmen! All alone! And even took the liberty to recover all of Crane's toxin samples Penguin had!

She couldn't wait to see Bruce's face, Oh that man owed her BIG TIME!

When Bruce and Damian finally arrived at the Batcave, he was welcomed by her.

She looked like a 10 year-old who approved one of his test and was proudly showing off the paper to his parents.

Wich made Bruce smile…a little (even if he doesn't admit to it)

—See? You can trust me, B!—she said handing him the samples.

—So you send him to Arkham? Hmm…honestly I didn't though you'll made it…but good job…I guess…?—Damian admitted, while taking off his mask.

—Well, I'm glad I'm not THAT disappointing, sir! —Her tone expressing the sarcasm and slight frustration and offence in every word. Which Damian only replayed with a faint little smile.

—…Good Job, Ailey…—Bruce spoke for the first time since they arrived

—…and thank you for your help…—He completed with a slightly more """friendly""" tone (which just means less stiffness in his voice but still maintaining his authoritarian tone)

—yeah…well…don't thank me yet…we had a deal!—She said while playfully floating around him and touching the ears of his Bat-suit; Bruce could only do as much as to touching the bridge of his nose trying to contain his very obvious nuisance.

—…What do want? —He said sighing heavily.

—Nothing much, really! I want You, Damian, Dick and Katy modeling for SVELLYO winter collection catwalk, next week! —

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OMG! That was fun! I was going to put a small and cute little drawing of Ailey touching the ears of the Bat-suit but I still haven't finished yet! So yeah…I will edit it once I have it done!

Anyway! I loved writing this, and I will be uploading more content for Ailey, wich now she has her official anti-hero name! And is called

🥁🥁🥁🥁

Secret!

Shout out to @melyaliz / @insideoflit for the name idea! I honestly struggle so much with names 😅

Thanks to @Shiro.GURu (on insta) for helping me with this! Love ya, girl <3

Tagging: @lobodesaturno @snowflake2sstuff @lord-carstairs @weam0theblueblues @morefarthanaway

#batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #OC #scarecrow #antihero #dc comics #damian wayne #robin #jonathan crane #ailey #greek mythology #adrien brody #edit #hedcanons #imagine #villian #lol bye

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olivereactsaboutgarbage · 2 years ago

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Higurashi When They Cry - Watanagashi Chapter 1

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!!

This is it... my first step into TRULY NEW Higurashi content...

Um, that's an oxymoron.

I do wonder what THIS means though:

Does this mean instead of a minor fatal Camera freakout prompted by ??? and a major fatal Keiichi freakout prompted by nothing, the events this time around will be that an actual murderer commits actual murder? Sounds scary!

Keiichi is talking to Rena on the phone.

Um, no, I can hear the voice acting. She clearly said that "good morning" in Japanese is "ohayou", not that "ohayou" in English is "good morning". Try again, localizers!

This is not nearly as "okay, you got a lot of opening exposition last time, but now for Episode 2 here's an extensive backstory sequence" as Umineko. This is like... in medias res.

Keiichi will meet up with the girls face-to-face.

Mion confirms to Keiichi that she loves doing crimes. Rena confirms to Keiichi that Mion loves doing crimes. Based

Oh, the text log works differently in Watanagashi than in Onikakushi. Even if I see text in a text box, I can STILL check the text log and ALSO see it there.

Keiichi calls himself gamerblooded. I don't know how to feel about that. I think it somehow correlates with Mountain Dew.

The core trio meets up with the Toddlers in front of a moneyful toy shop. Toddler 01 doesn't love doing crimes. Not Based

Endlessly reusable Higurashi reaction image.

Is this Ryukishi telling me I've foolishly overlooked something and need to find out what's REALLY evil? ...Is the True Evil something other than ableism? Am I totally off-base?

Ah, this is a timeline where nothing scary has happened yet, so Rena is back to her accursed despicable self, accumulating Rena Points as per usual. Ah well.

Mion has an army of male toy enthusiast frenemies. Alright.

Kaiji Joke Part 14

It's CALLED a Rena Points Meter. Also, why does that ellipsis only have two dots?

There keep being intense audiovisual stings while Keiichi calls his friends scary murderers, even though we're 110% in Nonscary Mode right now. Kaiji Joke Parts have always had Keiichi going all like "Guoooooohhhhhh...!!", that much is an essential aspect of the Kaiji Joke, but... I don't remember it always being this much... like this. There's no way I can argue that it isn't uncanny.

D... Don't say that...

THEY GET SPRITES???

Oh, Keiichi is playing that game for toddlers. Fitting, given that his opponents are toddlers. Wait, shit, am I gonna have to call these guys Toddler 03 and Toddler 04? I... I don't think I realized what I was signing up for here...

Keiichi notices for the first time that games for toddlers suck. Good work, Keiichi! This is part of becoming a man!

Um... "Okay" "Cool"

exceptionally bad taste sorry

THAT voice acting is what a "Man" sounds like???

These people with these voices... Are "Man"s???

Despite being the person whose name was most similar-sounding to Kaiji, Keiichi was the least-Kaiji-ish participant in this Kaiji joke, and the lead girls (by which I just mean Mion) are filled with smoldering fury or some such. However, in a deeply Kaiji fashion, Keiichi transitions from least-Kaiji-ish to most-Kaiji-ish. He enacts a clever gambit: Bullying children.

I have to ask... I truly have to ask... why was "Pretty girls!!" the part without voice acting. It appears there is a disconnect between the English and the Japanese, methinks.

Keiichi makes Toddlers 03 and 04 bleed all over the place. I can't remember why I ever felt sympathy for Keiichi. Something about hallucinations? It doesn't matter anymore.

If I made mochi for Keiichi, I would also put a needle in it. There, I said it.

Mion is so insecure about her intelligence... the joke's on the Insecurities Devil, because I say stupid stuff exclusively, and I'm the biggest most genius 100% of the time, so Mion objectively doesn't suck.

I believe I am beginning to grasp the shape of it... within horror-drama scenes, it's impossible for anyone with a conscience and an opened third eye to not feel deep empathy for Keiichi and Rena, the most obviously mentally ill characters... however, within lighthearted comedy scenes... oh yes, things are different within those scenes... within those scenes, Keiichi and Rena, the characters who accumulate Rena Points, are easily the most puntable characters by far!!!

So then, how does it all balance out? How can it be determined who is truly the worst Higurashi character? Well, the third-most-puntable character... the most-puntable mentally-healthy(?) character... is Toddler 01. HOWEVER!!! Toddler 01 being the worst Higurashi character... if I am not mistaken... is a Normie Opinion, isn't it?! I, a Self-Proclaimed Freak and God-Emperor of Having Something Wrong With Me, refuse to let my shroud of hipsterism drop for even an instant... Toddler 01 CANNOT be MY least-favorite Higurashi character!!! Therefore, taking into consideration the fact that having Mion as my least-favorite is rendered utterly out-of-the-question by the fact that she's the best one... heh, there's only one option, isn't there?

...Fuck. I don't want to say Toddler 02 is the worst Higurashi character. She doesn't seem half bad. She seems like she has a decent head on her shoulders. ...Can I say Ooishi is the worst character? I already know I can't say Camera, because cameras aren't characters.

Anyway, Mion decides the toy shop game tournament shall now spontaneously transform into an exhibitionism contest. Alright?

PFFFFFFFFFFT??? THIS WAS HAPPENING RIGHT BEFORE SHE HAD TO GO TO WORK???

Oh, it's a Something Came Up situation. I see. Mion's actions were completely coherent and explicable all along.

Toddler 02 decides to cut to the chase and name-drop this arc already. That's right. The important festival will contain the Kaiji Joke Climax and nothing will go wrong.

Man, even the store owner doesn't have a character sprite... that means, like, Toddlers 03 and 04 are going to, like, actually matter... what the heck, I don't need these twerps in my life...

Everyone except Mion gets toys. Mion points out that Keiichi's toy implies a nonstandard relationship to gender roles, so Keiichi shifts the balance of reality such that Rena has two toys and he has none. In a CG I didn't bother taking a picture of, Mion seemed distinctly disappointed about that.

*OPPRESSIVELY LOUD LAUGH TRACK WITH CHAOTIC CLAMORING GOLF SOUND EFFECTS LIKE IT'S NOISE MUSIC OR SOMETHING*

...Yeah I have no idea how to take that. Sincerity? Insincerity? Either way, what's the rationale? How interested is Higurashi in particular about interrogating such themes?

Pfft, like that stopped you.

What a creep. Upwards, steadily upwards, doth thine Rena Points Meter climb.

Meanwhile, in Side Story Land...

Man, Mion's aura... it's just inherently pleasant. Also some information gets conveyed or something

Keiichi is forever cursed to be the most puntable character in Higurashi. Sorry. So sorry, Keiichi. There's nothing I can do to save you. There's nothing I can do to rescue you. You're going to have to suffer and struggle on your own.

Forgive me.

#higurashi #when they cry #is what i'm consuming

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thedeevirus · 7 years ago

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Hi, I love your works! How about some vampire Oswald? Context of which is up to you! Maybe Ed accidentally finds out about it, stumbling upon him feeding... but I'm happy with whatever you write tbh :D

Here you go: enjoy! Warning: Long Post!

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Ed shook his head.It didn’t make any sense. He closed Penguin’s pyjama shirt and sat back on the bed, analysing his patient’scondition. Penguin lay still and unmoving, his face white and chapped lipspale. His heartbeat was so slow Ed could barely detect it and his bodytemperature had plummeted. And yet the bullet wound Ed had been treating justthe day before was nearly completely healed: a dark, bruise like impression theonly sign it had ever existed on Penguin’s cold skin.Ed hesitantly touched Penguin’s hand and his eyes narrowed. His flesh feltalmost hard, as if rigor mortis had begun to set in. Ed didn’t need his qualification in forensic science to know something was amiss.Even a fresh corpse didn’t cool that quickly.He reached into the bedside drawer and took out a small flashlight.He took hold of Penguin’s eyelids, noting the lack of reflexive movement as hisfingertips neared. He also saw the lids were not fully closed as he physicallyopened Penguin’s eye wider. He shone the light into it and was startled to seethat Penguin’s eyes, formerly a feverish bright pale green had clouded over,his pupils completely unresponsive to the light.

Ed nearly jumped when Penguin gave an audible, hoarse sounding exhalation, lipsopening slightly. What Ed saw in Penguin’s mouth made him freeze.Penguin’s canine teeth were visibly lengthening and sharpening. They glistenedwetly as they finished growing and Ed became aware that Penguin’s breath wasbeginning to rattle. Taking on the quality of a low growl.

Ed swallowed hard and looked at Penguin’s face to find the eyes of a corpseglaring back at him, a dreadful hunger animating Penguin’s pallid features ashe began to rise. Ed knew he should move but found he couldn’t. He felt like arodent under the lethal spell of a descending bird of prey. His brain told him this was impossible. Vampires (his brain had no other wordto describe what he was seeing) didn’t exist. As he felt Penguin take hold of his shoulders, cruel, curved talons where hisfingernails had once been pricking him through the thin material of his shirt,Ed thought it must be a hallucination.Penguin’s breath was impossibly hot on Ed’s neck as the vampire drew nearer,enfolding Ed in his arms with surprising tenderness. Ed found himself tilting his head back, granting Oswald a better penetration point. He didn’t know why, it just seemed like the rightthing to do. Ed tensed and exhaled shakily as he felt Penguin trace a vein on his neck witha hot tongue, lathing it like a grooming cat. He closed his eyes and breatheddeeply. This was the right thing to do. Penguin needed this to get better.Vampires needed blood to live.The world erupted into a red haze of pain as Penguin sank his teeth into hisneck and Ed felt himself drifting away into darkness, hoping feverishly Penguin would knowwhen to stop.

Oswald woke up and was startled at how good he felt. He satup and quickly examined his hands. He sighed in relief when he saw alack of claws but just to be safe, he ran a finger along his teeth. Blunt and distinctlyhuman in texture.His relief evaporated however when he lowered his finger and saw it was coatedin blood. Wiping his mouth hastily with the back of his pyjama shirt, he wasdismayed to find it similarly covered with blood. He cast a glance around the room and realised he was being stared at.

Edward Nygma, the man who had saved him from the woods wassitting in a nearby armchair, watching him in silence. Oswald noted the thickbandage on his neck. His heart began to pound which confirmed his worstassumptions. It only beat like that after a fresh feeding.

‘Feeling better?’

‘Wh-what?’ Oswald asked, taken aback by Nygma’s conversationaltone.

‘You’re looking more like yourself’, Nygma said, coming overto sit on the bed.

Oswald shuffled back only to have his back hit the headboard.

‘Relax’, Nygma said smiling, ‘Your secret’s safe with me’.

‘You let me…’ Oswald began but then cleared his throat,debating how to broach the delicate topic.

Ed decided to let the semantics of the word ‘let’ drop. Therewas no point holding Penguin’s instincts over his head. The way he was physicallysquirming in discomfort was enough evidence that he had not meant to ‘help himself’.Besides, Ed was more curious than anything.Looking at Penguin now, there was no physical sign he was anything other thanhuman. Ed had watched him revert while unconscious, the animalistic featuresgradually fading away once his primal hunger had been satisfied.

‘Is your saliva some form of coagulant?’ Ed asked, deciding aneasy question with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer was the best place to start.

‘Excuse me?’

Ed removed his bandage, exposing the two neat marks on his neck.The puncture marks Penguin’s teeth had inflicted were nearly fully healed, two reddenedcircles of skin the only sign anything had happened.

‘They don’t even hurt’, Ed said brightly, ‘I assume you’re feelingbetter too?’

‘Look friend I-‘

‘Ed. Please’.

‘Ed’, Oswald said, deciding that his saviour had at least earnedthe right to his chosen appellation, ‘I’m sorry you had to see me like-that is,I apologise for taking advantage-no that’s not it…just, I’m sorry’.

‘Apology accepted. To be honest it was kind of exciting’.

‘Really?’

‘Will I need a tetanus shot?’

‘Um, I don’t think so’.

‘Is it because you don’t carry bacteria or viruses?’

Oswald nodded, confused by Ed’s lackadaisical reaction tobeing fed on.

‘I thought so’, Ed mused, eyes distant as he ruminated, ‘Yourbody temperature is dependent on the amount of blood you consume. Obviously nota very hospitable environment for bacteria commonly found in a human body. Whatabout your heartbeat? It was within the acceptable parameters for a someonesuffering the effects of exposure and hunger when I found you but then it beganto slow. Is that also linked to your plasma intake?’

‘You ask a lot of questions’, Oswald commented, dumb foundedby the barrage of Ed’s theorising.

This was not the response he had expected to get from someonediscovering they had been harbouring a vampire under their roof. Then again, Edhadn’t hesitated to help Oswald when he had thought he had just been a humanmurderer and criminal.

‘Sorry about the interrogation’, Ed said with a smile, ‘It’sjust, I’ve never met a vampire before’.

‘I’ve never seen someone so happy to meet a vampire before’,Oswald half joked, wary of the unusual situation.

‘Sorry about asking another question but how often do youneed to feed? Might need to know for later’.

‘Once every day’.

‘It didn’t feel like you’d been doing that’.

‘I thought I’d be able to hunt some small animals in thewoods’, Oswald explained, indicating his shoulder, ‘But I was too weak to catchthem. I didn’t expect to be here so long’.

‘Is animal blood okay?’

‘It’s what I usually take’.

‘Can you eat normal food as well?’

‘I prefer it. The blood is like a supplement. I need it topass as human’.

‘I always thought vampires were impervious to bullets? Unlessthey were silver’.

‘A well fed vampire trades invulnerability for the ability tomove in sunlight and pass as human. It’s why my shoulder took so long to heal. What you…experienced, was a vampire reducedto its most basic instincts. My wound healed itself to help me get stronger and kill prey more…easily’.

Oswald clamped his jaw shut, regretting his blunt words. He hadn’t meant to say so much. Ed didn’t seem to notice.

‘Interesting. But then why is your leg still damaged? Ichecked once you’d passed out and it didn’t heal’.

Oswald’s hand strayed to his knee self consciously.

‘Because injuries caused by another vampire tend to stick’, he said bitterly, ‘Especially if they mean it’.

‘There are other vampires?’

‘Someone had to make me’.

Ed touched his neck self-consciously.

‘Don’t worry’, Oswald hastily said, ‘The bite doesn’t do iton its own’.

‘How did it feel?’ Ed asked.

Oswald’s brow furrowed at the question and he thought hard, tryingto think of how to describe the sensation. He knew a lot of vampires equated itto sex but having never had sex, Oswald had no frame of reference.

‘How did it feel when I bit you?’ Oswald asked.

‘It hurt a bit at first’, Ed confessed, ‘But then it feltreally…intense. Like the world was falling away and the only thing I could hearwas my heartbeat. It was as if it was just you and I, alone in the warmth. It was…’

Ed halted in his reverie, cheeks colouring at the memory ofthe experience.After the initial sharp pain of Oswald’s teeth, Ed had been consumed by anarousal greater than any he had ever experienced. A barely audible, logicalpart of his brain theorised that this was perhaps a side effect of the feedingto ensure the victim did not try to pull away. Ed’s eyelids had fluttered asOswald began to suck. Who would ever want to escape from this? Ed’s heartbeathad been loud in his ears and his hips had begun to buck automatically in timewith Oswald’s sucks, his skin goose pimpled and every nerve ending alight with sheerpleasure. Ed could only incongruously describe it as sheer savage tenderness.He had never felt so intimate, so cared for.When Oswald had let go of his neck, tongue lashing like a serpent’s, he hadfastened his lips to Ed’s and kissed him deeply. Ed had tasted his own blood inhis mouth and had moaned as Oswald’s claws had shrunk back into human fingernails,tracing smoothly along his skin as they did so.Overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of what he had just experienced and thenaked desire in Oswald’s kiss, Ed had climaxed, body spasming as Oswald hadfallen back, insensate onto the pillow. Ed, shaking and overwhelmed had gone tothe bathroom and cleaned himself then set about countering the effects of theblood loss.Even in Ed’s weakened state, he had noticed Oswald had only taken enough tosustain himself and he had recovered quickly during the three hours Oswald hadslept.

Seeking to avoid causing Oswald further embarrassment, Edcensored his description.

‘It wasn’t painful I swear’.

Oswald nodded, absorbing the description. He could sense Edwas keeping something back but did not press the issue. He had no right to pry.

‘Do you have a preference for the kind of blood you like todrink?’

‘After a proper feeding session like that, I should be finewith raw meat for now’, Oswald said, ‘Whatever you can get is fine’.

‘Steak it is then’, Ed said, ‘I have some in the freezer. Notwooden, promise’.

Oswald burst out laughing but then caught himself. He usuallysuppressed such open displays of emotion, mostly because of a conscious fear hewould accidentally reveal his fangs in an unguarded moment but also because healways had to maintain a carefully cultivated façade. But, perhaps because hehad just shared something so intimate with Ed, it was easy to laugh.It felt good to see Ed was laughing too but then he stopped, his eyes lightingup.

‘Can you turn into a bat?!’ Ed asked excitedly.

Oswald shook his head fondly, a warm feeling of gratitude completelyeclipsing his usual annoyance with questions. Coming from Ed, they didn’t seeminvasive. They seemed…endearing.

‘Who would want to?’ Oswald exclaimed, making a disgustedface.

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you have witch powers? i've always been fascinated with "paranormal" stuff, including magic, so i was wondering if u could tell me stuff about it. is magic real? what kind of stuff did ur grandma do? are ghosts and spirits real too? what kinds of spells can witches cast? is it like supernatural? sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions i'm just so fascinated and curious. i didn't even know witches were like, legit until i read ur tags, i just thought that people back then said that so they had 1/2

2/2 a reason to burn a woman they didn’t like. ok now i’m rambling but in short, what can u tell me about witch stuff? i’m just asking cause i’m really curious :)

(about my tags on this)

#whenever phil gets out the tarot cards and pulls something scarily accurate i’m just like…. yes…. good…show us your witch powers…… #(my own experience with tarot? so reassuring. and calming. it’s like asking for a friend’s advice but that friend is your own brain.) #also my great grandmother was a witch by profession and i definitely got some of her magic #i have not yet learned to recognise a feeling when i feel it.. but when stuff happens later i’m like OH THAT WAS MY MYSTERIOUS FEELING #one of our sheep died a week or so ago.. and for two days straight i was outside in the middle of the night staring at the moon #and wondering why i felt death in the air #and the rain made me cry and it felt like release but i didn’t know why #and i immediately started worrying about our sheep but didn’t follow up to see if they were okay #then two days later my mother comes in and tells me one of our sheep died and two days ago had given my mother “the death look” #if you’ve never seen someone or something die… there’s this look they have that’s like a disgraced peacefulness and self-awareness #but basically i knew the sheep was gonna die without any reason for me to think that #and i need to learn to follow up on my instincts because they’re ever-present and i never know when it’s a psychic thing or random anxiety #disclaimer: IS IT ALL BULLSHIT who knows? but science doesn’t know a whole lot about a lot of things and this stuff is natural to me #so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

okay!! i was expecting someone to ask, so here goes. (in case anyone’s wondering, this is a personal post, and no, i’m not making this stuff up.) (feel free to reblog if you want. but it’s so goddamn long aaah)

first off, an opinion: whether or not you believe magic is real in this world is entirely related to whether or not it is real. at least in my books. magic/paramormal stuff can always be observed, but if you don’t believe it’s anything beyond coincidence or skilled trickery, it’s not gonna impact you.

i do believe in ghosts (or djinns, or something else human-like), but in my experience they don’t really do anything except exist in some other realm and occasionally become visible when i’m at my most lucid, at that point between waking and sleeping. most people (myself included) would say it’s just a hallucination. but like…. who’s to say it isn’t real, just in a way we as humans don’t yet understand? y’know?

the most interesting ghost sighting i’ve experienced was when i was fully awake, not hallucinating. i was in a car with my sister, my sister’s friend, and her mother - and we drove over a bridge, and i saw a fritzing semi-translucent black figure walking along the peak. i looked back and it was gone. it wasn’t scary, it was just really cool. i saw that with my own two eyes, i have zero doubt i saw it, and for that moment, it was there.

other times i’ve seen things pass through walls, or felt presences in the room that vanish when i look. i get deja vu maybe once a week. the ability comes and goes in phases, switched on and off whenever i tell someone about it. it’s like that part of my brain gets really shy and goes into hiding when it’s mentioned.

sometimes it can be pretty powerful. there’ve been moments when a deja vu begins, i remember it from a dream, fast-forward through the memory to remember what happens, and i get ahead of present time, so i predict what’s in front of me by about one to three seconds. usually it’s snippets of conversation, or my hands moving to complete an action, or words i’m typing. (let me tell you, it’s so freaking bizarre when you’re consciously typing, thinking about what you’re typing, and simultaneously remembering typing it before, and knowing what you’re about to type despite not yet knowing. and then seeing it happen. i think a lot of people reading this would be like “what?” but i know there’s someone out there who knows exactly what i mean)

for a long time in my teenage years i told people i’d see coloured figures, like auras without physical people, just hanging around out there in the world, but due to health issues a lot of my teenage memories are gone, and the only memory i have of that stuff is the recollection of me telling people about it, and remembering it while telling people. it’s really weird. i sometimes think maybe i made that up?? but i don’t understand why i’d do that when i do actually see other things sometimes.

once, my family visited this old historic building, and i remember seeing a woman in a maid’s outfit duck through a doorway. but she wasn’t actually there. so. idk.

my great-grandmother (or great-great grandmother?) on my mother’s side used to sell love spells to the people in her Indian village. my mother told me about it when i was little. my [great] great grandmother would write a spell on parchment, and the client had to go home and burn it in their fire. and she would curse people, in exchange for payment. that’s all i know about that. but my grandmother (also on my mother’s side) used to have some kind of power, i never got to ask about it while she was still alive. (she was an awesome woman. one of the first women in her country and generation to go to university.)

personally, having been raised as a muslim, i always felt really disconnected from the culture and practices of the religion, even though i believe in the supernatural aspects of it right down to my core. that’s despite my ultimate acknowledgement of facts being deeply rooted in hard science. recently (like, in the past few months) i’ve started to rediscover my faith - directly following on from a quiet interest in the pinterest & instagram aesthetics of paganism and new age magic, which as a concept i was never really sure about. i just really liked how it looked. basically, it clicked in my brain that islamic prayers could, in essence, just be spells. you gotta take everything with a grain of salt. they might not work. but that’s the beauty of it.

a few weeks ago i stumbled across a prayer on tumblr, and read its intended purpose: “Allah will grant whoever recites this seven times in the morning or evening whatever he desires from this world or the next”.

and… i started to think, maybe the purpose is not to actually do that. nothing ought to be a get-out-of-jail-free/do-this-and-your-life-is-made type thing. maybe the purpose is to make you believe nothing can go wrong. and that every bad thing that happens–? it happens so that you can learn from it. and eventually, after many things change, you realise what you desire was not the thing you thought you desired. (idk how to explain that. an example from my life: i really wanted to be a veterinarian growing up. then i got sick, dropped out of school. and now i’m a writer. i want to be a writer more than i ever wanted to be a vet. i had to get sick and my life had to fall apart before i could discover that. writing was never something i’d have considered before.)

my point is, if you believe everything that happens to you will ultimately be a good thing, bad things don’t hurt so much.

and if you take something as a sign, it’s a sign. it’s just your own brain taking hints from the world around you and using them to conjure up a decision. if you wanna believe it’s magic, it is.

personally i like protection prayers/spells and just…generally positive ones. i say prayers for sick friends, people who i see on my tumblr dash who are having a bad time, and if i see or hear about disasters or worldwide events. i’m not expecting it to have a visible impact, but like.. what’s the harm? at the very least it makes me feel like i did something if i don’t have money to give, or i can’t be there with a friend, or the world is falling apart and i’m helpless. praying or saying a spell is just hoping, really, really hard. if some greater being is out there, listening? cool. (but what if god doesn’t wanna do anything? maybe it’s like my cupcake theory. god puts the ingredients in a baking tray, shoves it in the oven, forgets about it. the universe rises as a cupcake. god made it. but the universe is doing its own damn thing.)

regarding tarot cards: again, it’s self-reflection. you can believe answers come from outside influences, but it’s easily just as much about interpreting generic advice and making it mean something to you. but personally i’ve drawn random cards, and known that no other card in the deck would’ve been as relevant at that moment. i’ve used tarot cards to determine the endings for my stories, and coincidentally pulled cards that directly represent my title characters.

one time i was thinking about my fic “The Moonlighter and the Magician” and the card i pulled first was The Magician. and i was like gee thanks tarot cards that’s helpful. (but actually? it meant those cards were on the same wavelength as me. think about it. 78 cards, there’s a one in 78 chance i pull that one on my first try.)

apart from my wonky first-ever tarot readings with the Rider-Waite travel-size tarot deck (which belonged to my mother), i’ve never pulled anything that didn’t eventually make sense. i use The Wild Unknown cards now, i relate to them so much more. plus they’re mine, not borrowed or abandoned for years, which probably helps. (buying those cards was the most money i ever spent on anything. i don’t regret it.)

is any of this like the show ‘supernatural’? not really. the closest i can say my experiences have come to the show would be the episode “faith”. just, the whole episode. it doesn’t matter if it’s the real deal, so long as it works. and boy, does it work for me. and a lot of other people.

like i said, all the spirit-like entities i’ve encountered have been perfectly benign. no monsters, except things i’m pretty sure are nightmares.

but on that note, i take a lot of things to help me sleep. if i didn’t, i’d be waking up screaming night and day (i hit whistle register while screaming, once). i see faces in the dark and creatures in my bedroom, even when my eyes are closed and i’m awake. i sleep with a light on, and i prefer to sleep in the day. i cannot even deal with the presences in my room.

for that matter, my room is definitely the most presence-heavy room in the house. now, although it’s obviously just in a drafty area, i feel the cold spots. all. the. time. i’m feeling one right now as i type this. the door and window are both closed. the heater is always on. the draft comes from the same corner of the ceiling my cat stares at when she’s “staring into space”. there’s definitely something there, but it legit doesn’t bother me. it watches me get dressed sometimes, but it’s not weird about it. like i said, benign.

i feel energy everywhere i go. i can’t stay in my family’s open plan living room comfortably for more than a few minutes, because that room is filled with people and pets coming and going all freaking day, and even when it’s empty, it’s so LOUD. there’s vibrations and voices coming out of the walls, because the house absorbs it all. as a generally tired person, that room exhausts me. i can only stay there if i have social energy. (yes, even an empty room.)

i am so, so sensitive to people’s moods and the energy they let out (to the point where i burst out screaming if i see a negative microexpression during a personal conversation). i find phone calls very difficult, not just because of social anxiety, but because i can’t sense energy as easily as i want to, and is natural for me. skype calls aren’t the same as being there in person. a lot of this could also be autism-related, but nearly everything about me is autism-related, because i’m autistic. go figure.

one time, the day i had my first period, i passed out in a maths exam. all the other times in my life, i’ve seen black or maybe red when i passed out, but this time it was a striking cobalt blue. and i heard SO MANY VOICES, i thought the whole classroom was full of people shouting. my P.E. teacher was observing that exam, she carried me out of the room and lay me on the floor outside. i told her about the voices, she looked at me in confusion and said “there were no voices?? the whole room was silent for the exam.” obviously that was a weird day, but given the amount of times i’ve lost conciousness in my life, before and after that day, i know the warm muggy feeling of slipping away, and i guarantee that one was just a little bit not-normal.

my cat Wilson follows me everywhere. if you’ve ever seen a picture of a witch and her familiar, that’s me and Wilson. she leaves the house if i leave, and she’ll walk down the road beside me to make sure i stay safe. she only lets me leave completely if i go in a car, but even then, she tries to come too. i know what she says when she talks. she speaks in words for me. it translates naturally in my head without a thinking process.

there was this one time when i was about 15 my parents took me to an after-hours medical centre because apparently i was ~speaking in tongues~ or whatever. i don’t remember it, i remember ‘waking up’ with a doctor’s flashlight in my eyes, crying, then holding my sister’s hand as we looked at the fish in the fishtank afterwards. i can’t say how legit that is because i just.. don’t remember it.

one time as a kid, i am absolutely sure i was possessed for about 30 seconds. i was walking down the street on a balmy English afternoon, pine needles scattered underfoot, with my elderly grandmother (paternal), my grandfather, and my sister. i must’ve been 6 or 7? and a streak of evil just bolted through me. and i stuck out my foot and my grandmother fell flat on her face. my grandfather tried to help her up, a car driving by pulled up and asked if they needed help, grandfather said no, and got her back to her feet. i can’t remember if i felt remorse. i think i just knew instinctively that it wasn’t me who did it. but like.. i wasn’t just A Nice Kid, okay, i was The Nicest Kid. i just don’t do things like that. ever. especially not to a kind and generous grandmother who i love so very dearly. i never had before, and i never have since. that’s the single most evil thing i’ve ever done in my life and it came out of nowhere. being more aware now, i think it was a djinn (aka a demon in christian beliefs, i think). they’re known for being mischievous. (my grandmother was fine, by the way. this is the first time i’ve told anyone about this.) now i think about it, i remember cobalt blue behind my eyes then, too.

whoops, this is a really long post now. but uh… basically, i’ve just always been open to feeling these things, and believing in what i sense for myself, without subscribing to whether or not the science has been done yet. in fact, i think i’m open to it because i experienced the same stuff when i was young. the energy i feel is very much real to me, completely tangible. i’ve never been able to see auras, but i feel them on some people. i think just being open to feeling something makes it more likely to come to you. i try not to ignore my instincts (because they’re always right. always.) but i find it’s super hard to distinguish between anxiety (which i feel often) and magical ability (which is far less commonly felt). also sometimes the instinct is so faint it doesn’t even become a passing thought, just a blur of something i half-considered. but in hindsight i realise what it ought to have been, had i paid proper attention.

i can comfortably manage to go outside in bare feet, shut my eyes and let the moonlight do its thing. it has an immensely powerful energy, i always feel cleaner inside when i go back in. (my cat Wilson sometimes asks me to go outside with her when there’s a full moon. almost every night, especially on warm nights, but even freezing ones, we can just stand out there for an hour together. watching the moon set is transcendent. far more so than a sunset.)

right now, due to years of bad health, i have to force some natural abilities away (like the nightmares) because they’re too much for me to handle. i think as i recover, over time it’ll be easier for me to accept that stuff back into my life.

oh, one more thing, regarding my health - i have celiac disease, which has kept me essentially bedridden for the last 7+ years - WHICH BY THE WAY, my family spent literally 9 years trying to diagnose. my doctor kept doing an anaemia test, telling me there was nothing wrong with me and sending me back to school. i saw various specialists, herbalists, a naturopath, physiotherapists, cardiologists, had an MRI scan, saw family counsellors, school counsellors, a hypnotist, etc etc - basically consulted every medical professional under the sun when a simple blood test would’ve done it. stupid misogynistic doctor who thinks all teenage girls fake it to get out of school.

but one thing we did do was visit a psychic, who told me i had something called a candida. my dad, a sceptic and nonbeliever, googled it and said it was “some kind of magical thing in the gut”, and was therefore bullshit, so we continued the search for a diagnosis. years later - years - after a change of doctor (who i chose because i got a good vibe from her picture) we find out it’s celiac disease, a disease of the gut. of the hundreds of people we saw, the only ones to even pinpoint the right body part were the psychics. i googled candida just now and guess what? literally celiac disease. this woman diagnosed me with celiac disease by kneeling at my feet, holding my hand, and shutting her eyes for 30 seconds.

for the record, slightly off topic, i know very few men in real life, and this is what the men in my life have been. my doctor, dismissing me as a liar because i was a teenage girl. and my father, dismissing my declining health as “not trying hard enough”, even now, more than a year after i was diagnosed by a doctor. i think this is why i take refuge with male fictional characters. they’re better. i want them to be soft and understanding like the men i’ve never known.

anyway, this is the part of my life’s story i never really pieced together until right now. it’s a lot, more than i expected. i happily call myself a witch. most of my magic goes into my stories, and i think a lot of people who read them feel it, even if they translate it as passion or love or good vibes or something. the amazing comments i get would speak to that. i love the energy i get from comments, because it does come through in typed words, even if it’s much fainter than seeing people face-to-face. some comments just hit me with waves of goodness, even if the words themselves aren’t so powerful. so i really appreciate that stuff. it’s good stuff.

yep. that’s all. i hope this satisfies your curiosity, anon!!!

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