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brain-rot-central · 9 months ago

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Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal, Ch. 2

A/N: HEAVY TW FOR PREGNANCY AND TALK OF CHOICES. I understand this is a sensitive topic for some. Feel free to skip over this chapter; I will completely understand.

Rating: M - soft E Word count: 3.7k Pairing: Ascended Astarion/Fem!Tav Warnings: pregnancy, discussion of pregnancy termination, mention of prior sexual acts, emetophobia tw, angst, loss of consciousness, druids are connected with nature and shit, stalking behavior

Summary: Astarion's visit wasn't a one-off event. He and Tav have continued to meet nightly over the last few months, Tav all but losing track of time. It isn't until she ends up at the home of a certain druid that time catches up to her. She's now charged with a difficult choice, all while under the never-ending watch of her clandestine lover.

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It's a day of rest for the citizens of Baldur's Gate, and the market is restless. Errands that have been pushed off for the last tenday all beg the same level of attention as shoppers flit from one store to another. Children laugh in the streets as they run past, mothers hopelessly screaming their names in an attempt to track them down.

Tav peruses the wares of various street vendors and shopkeepers. Her bag is already full, though she makes a quick argument with herself that she could absolutely use a new scarf. Mindlessly, she scratches the side of her neck while browsing the collection of woolen scarves at an upscale boutique. A sting of pain shoots down her neck, an unpleasant reminder of the discolored welt she had sucked into her flesh a couple nights ago.

The visits have continued since that first night. Astarion never gives much warning as to when or if he will return. It’s always the same modus operandi - he shows up unannounced, they spat, they have sex, and he's gone come morning. Tav rubs over the sore spot on her neck again, wincing as she recalls the evening's events.

Astarion was particularly rough that night. She could tell something else must have been preoccupying his thoughts as he didn't care much for their usual banter. No, he very quickly got straight to work, his fingers sinking into her cunt as he sucked the mark deep into her throat. Feeling a blush rising to her cheeks, Tav shakes her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the memory. At least until she's no longer in public.

Gazing across the store, Tav settles on a particular scarf. It's a light-gray color with various types of flowers embroidered throughout. Bringing it to the shop owner, they make light conversation regarding the detailing of the scarf as Tav expresses her desire to buy it. Tav pays the fee, stepping over to the shop’s mirror to place it around her neck. She gasps as she narrows in on the bruised skin of her neck, seeming to be worse now than earlier this morning. Heat rises to her cheeks once again as she winds the scarf around the column of her neck, paying extra care to position the fabric over her secret.

Waving to the shopkeeper, Tav exits the boutique and heads toward her next destination - the butcher's. Her freezebox is running empty, and there's only so much more vegetable soup she can eat before tiring of it.

Truth be told, however, her appetite has shifted dramatically in the last few weeks. Even Astarion has commented after she nearly upchucked all over his loafers. He's agreed to go lighter on the cologne going forward, and thank the Gods he's obliged. Tav vaguely wonders if she's fighting off some type of illness, though it's been much too long for a simple stomach bug.

She's reminded just how tender her breasts have become as well, yelping aloud as she collides into the back of another shopper out in the street. “I'm so sorry!” Tav says quickly, ducking out of view before the victim can get a good look at her. She winces at the soreness of her bosom as she adjusts her bodice, dipping into her favorite butcher shop.

“Ah, Tav!” greets the butcher, warm and welcoming. A halfling, his amber eyes finding her as his lips pull into a smile. “Haven't seen your face a good while,” he comments. “I was startin’a wonder if you'd run off on yet another adventure.”

Tav chuckles and gives a nod. “Good to see you, Gideon. I'm still here!” The scent of meat is oddly strong today. Tav feels her stomach beginning to twist and turn as she surveys the various cuts of meat and fish laid out on the ice of the display cases.

They exchange pleasantries; Gideon shares quick stories about his family, Tav telling him more about her adventures to stop the Absolute. Disappearing into the back of the store, Gideon yells out, “Were ya interested in tryin’ some sausages, Tav?” Before she can reply, Gideon reappears holding a tub of meat trimmings.

Her nostrils are assaulted by the smell. Her stomach is lurching at this point, ready to spill freely up her throat and onto this poor man's pristine wooden floor. “I-Is it a new recipe?” Tav asks, feigning interest. She places a clenched fist over her mouth as she belches.

“No, not a new one,” he explains. Tav watches as he slips a sausage casing onto the spout of the meat grinder. “Improved!” Gideon grabs a handful of trimmings and places them into the funnel atop the grinder. Holding the casing in place, he begins to twist the crank with the opposite hand, machinery grinding the trimmings into mince.

Tav registers the sound of Gideon’s voice in her ears, though none of the words make it across her brain. She's transfixed on the way the meat mince fills the casing. Saliva pools thick on her tongue as a wave of sickness strikes her. The grinding of the meat has intensified the smell; it's not a particularly bad smell. In fact, it smells rather pleasant. But it's a smell; a strong smell, nonetheless, and strong smells are not something she can handle, as of late.

“Tav? Tav!”

She snaps from her daydream as Gideon's voice cuts through her mind. “Oh,” she says, “I'm so sorry. My mind was elsewhere, Gideon. Forgive me.” Tav’s eyes follow Gideon's hands as he gathers more meat trimmings to place within the funnel.

“That's totally fine, dearie! I was just goin’a tell you-”

Gideon cranks the handle again, grinding more meat into the casing. The accompanying smell overwhelms her nose again, and suddenly she's retching, violently, onto the pristine floorboards below - exactly what she didn't want to do.

After some time she's dry heaving, having emptied the full contents of her stomach. Tav then sinks to her knees, vaguely hearing Gideon scream from behind the counter. Her ears are filled with little else but the rapid beating of her own heart. As her chest heaves from the power of her emesis, Tav’s vision narrows a single tunnel. She falls gently onto her side, the touch of Gideon’s hands holding her head the last thing she remembers before slipping away into unconsciousness.

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The ceiling is unfamiliar.

Tav snaps awake, rising curtly from the bed she lay on, certainly not her own. Immediately she's met with the soothing, pleasant scent of patchouli incense. And sage, lots and lots of sage.

“Ah, you've finally awoken,” a gruff yet feminine voice speaks from the far side of the room.

With a swivel of her head, Tav meets the hazel eyes belonging to this mysterious being. Wild blonde hair is woven into locks, adorned with beaded jewelry. Sun-kissed skin wrinkled by the passing of time, alluding to the beauty she beheld in her youth.

“Jaheira?” Tav asks in confusion. “How did I…?”

“You passed out in the market, little cub,” she explains. Jaheira comes to sit on the edge of the bed, a laugh escaping her. “Boy, you gave that poor shopkeeper a fright. I happened to be not far from where you were when I heard the commotion.”

Running a hand through her hair, Tav recoils after touching a particularly sore spot on the side of her scalp, face pulling into a scowl. “Did you bring me back here?” Tav asks.

With a quick laugh, Jaheira says, “With some help, yes.” She gives a quick nod to Tav. “Don't worry, we maintained your dignity.”

The episode at the butcher's begins to replay in her mind. “Oh, Gods, Gideon!” Tav exclaims, holding her head in her hands. “I ruined his beautiful floors!”

“He seemed more worried about you, little one,” says Jaheira. Quirking a brow as she tilts her head, Jaheira asks, “Who is this man to you? He's not exactly your type.”

Disbelief settling across her face, Tav yells defensively, “Jaheira! He's my butcher!” She winces as another bolt of pain shoots down the side of her skull.

“Ah, go easy,” coos Jaheira, hands coming up in a calming gesture. “I only tease.”

With a sigh, Tav pulls the covers off herself and moves to sit up. She rubs the back of her neck, stretching it side to side. A gentle “pop” is heard once she flexes her neck to the left, shaking out her shoulders before standing.

Looking down, Tav realizes she's naked. Embarrassed, she quickly grabs the duvet from the bed and wraps it around her body. “Why am I-”

“You hit your head on the way down,” Jaheira explains. “I had to check if there were any other injuries.” Seeing Tav’s pained expression, Jaheira adds, “No need to worry, there are none. I've also treated you with balms and oils to ward off a concussion.”

Nodding her head toward Jaheira, Tav scans the room until she finds her clothing in a neat pile on the dresser. She walks over to retrieve her garments, dropping the blanket onto the floor to begin stepping into her trousers.

Tav catches Jaheira's gaze in her periphery. Jaheira is studying her intently, looking curiously at the bruise on her neck. Her vision dips lower to the swell of Tav’s breasts, and further still to the unusual softness of her lower belly. Tav dresses hurriedly, feeling uneasy under Jaheira's watchful stare. She secures the embroidered scarf around her neck before searching for her boots.

“Forgive me for prying,” Jaheira says, cutting through the uneasy silence that has befallen the room. “I couldn't help but notice the mark on your neck.” Lips pulling into a smirk, Jaheira asks, “That isn't a gift from the butcher boy, is it?”

With a laugh, Tav bends down to pick up her boots that rest in the corner of the room. “Oh, most certainly not,” comes her answer. Sliding her feet into her boots with a huff, Tav says, “No, this is from…” Her voice drifts off as she thinks of Astarion. How to describe their situation? The question baffles her. “An old flame,” she settles.

“Ah, so you know this boy?” Jaheira inquiries while raising a brow.

Having tied the laces of her boots, Tav returns to the bed. “For some time, actually,” she explains, taking a seat. “We're… trying to rekindle what once was, I think.” An uneasy discomfort spreads throughout her chest.

Jaheira lifts a hand to Tav’s chin, gently turning her head to the side, exposing the marred flesh of her neck from under the scarf. “Is he handsome?” Jaheira asks jovially, her eyes roaming the young woman’s skin.

With a gentle laugh, Tav replies, “Quite.” Her eyes track the older woman's face, holding her chin steady within Jaheira's grasp.

“And how long have you been rekindling what once was, hmm?”

Furrowing her brow, Tav slowly turns her head, fully facing Jaheira. “I beg your pardon?” Tav asks, befuddled. “That's a rather personal question, don't you think?”

A heavy sigh escapes from the druid’s chest as she closes her eyes. Reopening them, Jaheira asks, “When was the last time you bled, little cub?” The hand that was on Tav’s chin now reaches up to tuck hair behind an ear.

Rage swells within Tav at the emboldened line of questioning. Before a response could form on her tongue, realization washes over her. “I-” she stammers, “I could have sworn it was a few weeks ago, but…”

It has indeed been quite some time. Months, in fact. She's been so preoccupied by Astarion's return into her life, the new dynamic they have formed, working on settling back into how things once were…

Tav simply… forgot. Forgot to keep track.

“Oh, Gods,” Tav exclaims, voice cracking as anxiety begins to take root. “Do you think… I could be…?”

“I have reason to believe,” comes Jaheira’s graceful response, compassion evident across her features. “It would only take a few moments to confirm, if you wish.”

Averting Jaheira's watchful gaze, Tav nods her head. Jaheira motions for Tav to lay down atop the bed, Tav hesitantly complying. A strong sense of despair settles over her as she rests against the pillow. Does she even want to know? Probably, as that would be the more responsible thing to do.

Right?

“Close your eyes and relax,” Jaheira says calmly, hands hovering over Tav’s abdomen. A faint green glow emanates from the palms of Jaheira's hands, and she hums softly. Tav closes her eyes and breathes in a cleansing breath, releasing as much tension on exhale as she can.

The room is silent for a few moments, until Jaheira suddenly jerks back. “By Silvanus,” she gasps, mouth falling agape. Eyes wide as she stares into Tav, who is now sitting upright on the bed.

“What is it?” Tav asks, panicked. “Am I..?”

Jaheira's face twists and contorts before finally settling on bewilderment. “You… are,” she confirms, hushed. Tentatively, she questions, “You… refused your father, did you not?”

Bhaal, her accursed paternity. The source of murderous rage and never-ending blood lust that once threatened to consume her. Something she and Astarion bonded over deeply, back then.

“I did,” Tav answers. “Why do you ask?” She studies Jaheira as the older woman falls silent, lips pressing into a thin line. “Jaheira, what is wrong? Tell me!” she demands.

The druid casts her eyes down at the floor. “The child… is unnatural,” Jaheira gasps, sucking in a large breath. “The aura… It goes against every law of nature.” Disbelief sours her expression further as she shakes her head. “It is an abomination.”

Unnatural. Abomination. Jaheira's words repeat in her mind. Tav's breath hitches as truth sinks in, her vision narrowing.

She is with child. An undead child.

Astarion's child.

“No,” Tav cries, “no, you have to be wrong. It's not possible.” Denial floods her chest, heart beating wildly. The fine hairs of her arms stand on end as a wave of nausea rushes over her; she feels sick. And stupid. So incredibly stupid.

Reclaiming her seat on the bed, Jaheira places her hands over Tav’s. “Oh, sweet girl,” Jaheira says, rubbing circles into her skin. Tav physically recoils at the pity laced within her voice. “Did he tell you he couldn't? They all say that, and none ever mean it.”

Tav shakes her head in disagreement. “No, it's… It isn't that,” Tav begins, voice cracking as a sob pushes past her lips. With a huff, she pulls her hands from Jaheira's and throws them into her lap, defeated. “It… it would have happened already…?” She stares into Jaheira’s eyes, searching desperately for a ledge to pull herself up and out of this nightmare.

Jaheira returns her gaze, her hand cupping Tav's jaw tenderly. She tilts her head, eyes full with understanding before asking, “Cub, do you mean to tell me the father is…?”

Her throat feels tight, almost to the point of suffocation. Pressure builds in her head as Tav tries to choke back the string of sobs that threaten to overwhelm her. Her stomach is flipping violently, much like earlier in the day, though she's unsure of what would come up. Her eyes burn as tears begin to roll down her cheeks, and she finally buries her face within Jaheira's chest, giving herself over to acceptance of her current situation.

Jaheira says nothing at first, placing her hands across the young woman's back, mindlessly rubbing up and down. She presses a kiss atop her hair and begins rocking Tav within her arms, all in an effort to comfort the distraught human. “I thought you left him, Tav?” the druid asks, delicately.

Pulling herself from Jaheira's bosom, Tav wipes her tears with the back of a hand. “I did, but he came looking for me a few months ago.” Stupid, she scolds herself. So godsdamned stupid to ever let him back in. Throwing her hands up, Tav says, “What do I do, Jaheira? He can't ever know.”

“No,” agrees Jaheira, rising from her place on the bed, “he absolutely must not.” Walking over to the dresser at the opposite end of the room, Jaheira opens the top drawer and begins rummaging within. Tav sees her retrieve a small midnight blue bottle, closing the drawer before stepping back over to the bed. “Take this,” Jaheira insists, holding out the bottle to Tav.

Raising a hand, Tav hesitantly retrieves the potion. She studies it intently, rotating the bottle within her grasp. “Essence of Moonshade,” Tav reads off the faded label, inquisitively. “What is this?”

Jaheira sits again on the bed next to Tav. “The wife of a tyrant's most trusted confidant,” explains Jaheira, leaning in closer to the younger woman. Raising her hands, Jaheira encloses them around Tav’s and the bottle. Their eyes meet, concern apparent across the druid’s face as she says, “Drink this, and you needn't worry any longer.”

Furrowing her brow, Tav takes a moment to consider Jaheira's instructions. She quickly stands, ripping her hands away from Jaheira as the puzzle begins to align. “Are you asking me to purge this child, Jaheira?” Tav questions, distraught.

The druid woman is silent for some time before weakly nodding her head. “I am giving you a chance to rid yourself of the curse that grows within.”

Tav clenches her fists rapidly as anger swells within her, beginning to boil over. “His seed sprouted in my belly; does that make me wretched, too, Jaheira?” she shouts, utterly bewildered by what the druid is asking her to consider. “Should I also be purged? Punished for my womb being so favorable as to nurture the child of a monster?” she yells, venomously.

“Tav, no-” Jaheira coos, eyes soft as she extends a hand.

But before the druid can continue, Tav begins to weep. Unrestrained sobs pour from her lips as she sinks to her knees, hiding her face in her hands as she screams, “I can't do it, Jaheira!” Wrapping her arms around her torso, Tav begins rocking herself back and forth. Her skin prickles with anxious energy, heat rising throughout her chest. “They're half of me,” Tav tries reasoning, weakly. Tears fall freely from her eyes, though the sobs begin to subside.

At least, until her arms press down over her chest and she winces at the tenderness of her breasts. A reminder that she is, indeed, pregnant. That this is not a dream. She's transported back into the hellish nightmare she sought such desperate momentary relief outside of, the sobs continuing.

Jaheira kneels down next to the young human woman, a gentle hand rubbing her back. “I am sorry, little one,” says Jaheira, mournfully. “To aid you was my only thought.” Jaheira elaborates while raking a hand through Tav’s auburn locks.

With a gentle shake of her head, Tav says, “No, I apologize, Jaheira. You're only trying to help and I'm…” Being ungrateful, she finishes within her mind. Her thoughts are muddled. A multitude of emotions rushes through her like a river after rain. Tav digs her palms into her eyes and rubs, giving her head another shake as her hands drop into her lap.

“Tav, look at me,” states the druid, a hand coming to hold Tav’s chin again. She lifts the young woman’s face to meet her eyes. “I do not fault you for being beguiled by him. I, too, was once a young woman,” Jaheria with an honest laugh. Her expression softens. “Whatever your decision, please know that I am here.” Jaheira gently strokes a thumb over Tav’s chin and adds, “You may always come to me, whenever you feel the need to.”

Warmth begins to radiate from Tav’s core as Jaheira's words settle over her. She feels pressure mounting in her face again, tears imminent, but for a much different reason. “Thank you, Jaheira,” Tav says, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s waist in a tight embrace.

Jaheira raises her arms, bringing them around Tav’s shoulders. “You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman. I trust you will be fine,” she states emphatically, pressing a kiss against Tav’s temple.

The two women separate, Tav wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. Jaheira helps them stand, nodding toward the forgotten bottle on the bed. “Take that home with you,” Jaheira insists. “You still have some time to decide.”

With a quick nod, Tav walks over to the bed and retrieves the bottle, tucking it into the front pocket of her trousers. “I don't know how to thank you,” admits Tav.

“Ah, don't mention it,” replies Jaheira with a wave of her hand. “Now, be on your way. I'm sure you've grown tired of spending time with an elder.”

Tav laughs as she picks her pack up off the floor, situating it upon her back. She exchanges parting pleasantries with the druid as they walk down the stairs, Jhessem and Tate running past them as they reach the door. Tav waves back as she descends onto the streets of the city, Jaheira yelling something unintelligible toward the rambunctious children as she closes the front door.

Taking a deep breath, Tav pulls the dark blue bottle from her pocket and gives it a quick glance over. She shakes it slightly, watching the liquid slosh to and fro within.

The sound of a bird squawking above draws her attention from the potion, and Tav looks up. On the roof of the home across from Jaheira, a black raven sits perched on the gutter. It cries again, twisting its head in various different directions before taking flight. Tav watches the bird fly off, disappearing from view. Strange, she thinks. Tucking the bottle back into her pocket, she begins the trek back home.

—------------------------------------ Atop the tower wall he stands, golden chalice adorned with rubies in hand. The sun is beginning to set over the city, a golden glow illuminating the many alleyways below. The man extends his opposite arm as a raven appears. The bird perches upon his offered ledge, hopping slightly closer to him as it chatters. “Hello, darling. What news of my damia do you bring?” he purrs to the bird. It squawks in response, the bird's head turning rapidly. Bringing the goblet of wine to his lips, Astarion takes a strong sip. “Is that so?” he responds. Licking his lips, he comments darkly, “How very, very interesting.”

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malarign · 2 years ago

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Request - y/n (female) taking care of Jake when he has a stomach bug and she has to pick him up from the company because he doesn’t feel good and the boys call her 🤔💞

sick

(when he is sick and you take care of him)

contains: idolbf!Jake x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! kissing, mentions of stomach problems | wc: 1,0k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: just before you proceed with reading, thank you Anon for requesting! i really enjoyed writing this one! ❤️ also, i didn’t proofread this one 😬

“Are you sure you shouldn’t just stay at home today?”

“I’m sure babe, I’ll be fine,” Jake said kissing your forehead. He smiled when he noticed how you still had the same concerned expression on your face. “I promise I feel better,” he spoke putting his right hand on the left side of his chest.

His enthusiasm to go on practice with the rest of Enhypen made you smile and trusted him. But you had a really bad feeling about it. For the past few days whenever he came back home from either dance practice or vocal lessons, he complained about his constant stomach aches, making you worried. But every time you tried to make him stay and visit a doctor he refused, either saying it’s not that bad or that he feels better, just like today.

“I’ll be home pretty late, love. Our comeback is near!” he announced like the excited puppy he is.

The sight of his signature pose made you giggle and pull him by his collar for a quick kiss. Well, you intended for it to be quick but he certainly had other plans. He kissed you gently while keeping you in place by placing his hands on your waist. This made your hands travel up to his neck. You noticed how hot his neck was but before you could say anything the sound of his phone ringing made him go out hurriedly. You waved at him when he disappeared behind the corner and run to catch a lift.

You decided to brush off your observations and just spend your day as you planned. You packed your bag and headed over to one of your favorite coffee shops nearby in order to study for upcoming exams.

The day was perfect for studying; the weather recently became warmer so everybody around you wore light outerwear finally saying goodbye to winter clothing. Once you sat down and ordered your beverage you started revising the chapters that were the most problematic.

No matter how much you study you just don’t seem to get your head around that specific subject. Anytime you had problems with some questions you had Jake who was always willing to help you with hard topics.

You didn’t even notice how much you started thinking about him when you noticed your phone started ringing. Looking at the caller ID you smiled seeing Jungwon’s name.

“Jungwon! What’s up?” you asked taking a sip from your cup.

“Y/n, are you busy right now?” His serious tone made you nervous. You left the cup aside and answered.

“No, is everything okay?”

The other side was quiet for a while when he spoke: “Well it’s about Jake.” His words made you even more anxious, knowing what he was going to say next, but instead of Jungwon’s voice, you heard Jay.

“Y/n could you maybe come and pick him up? He really doesn’t feel the best.”

Not wanting to make them wait you almost immediately raised from your seat and went straight home.

“I’ll be there soon.” Not waiting for his response you ended the call and ran to your apartment, where you left your books and took the keys to your car. Driving through almost whole Seoul was quite problematic at this hour, with roads packed making you stay in long lines of cars. Once you arrived at his company’s adress you quickly got out of your car and ran to the entrance.

“Y/n!” You noticed Sunoo calling your name and waving at you smiling brightly. “That’s such a relief that you could come here. Honestly I’ve never seen him in such state. I mean, it’s not that bad! But, you know him, he always tends to neglect his problems, especially health ones,” he spoke quickly while walking with you to the elevator. His words made you regret that you had let him go today to work.

Both of you arrived at the right floor, and headed to Enhypen’s practice room. First thing you noticed was somebody’s figure laying on the floor covered with what seemed to be Sunghoon’s and Jay’s hoodies. Soon realizing it was Jake lying under the pile of clothes you run up to him. You squatted next to him and placed your hand on his forehead. You were shocked how hot his skin felt against the palm of your hand.

“Thank God you’re here,” said Heeseung walking up to you. “He kept on trembling even during the practice,” he spoke while pointing clothes he was covered by. “Was he okay when he was leaving for work?”

His question made you cover your face in your hands. “No, he wasn’t. But he told me he’ll be fine. Gosh, I shouldn’t have let him go out today!”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Heeseung laughed a bit and patted your shoulder slightly. “It’s not your fault, you know that. He’s stupid for neglecting things like this,” he said making Jake open his eyes a bit.

“Hey, not stupid!” he huffed and winced at the pain he felt suddenly in his abdomen.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said taking the clothes off of him and handed them to Heeseung. You helped him get up, heart practically breaking at how shaky and trrembly his fig to sure was. Heeseung helped you with transporting him to your car and you hastily bid your goodbyes.

The ride home was quiet, gulit trip eating you from your insides, feeling ironic pain in your stomach. When both of you arrived to your shared apartment you helped him change clothes into more comfortable and warm ones. You silently checked his temperature and gave him proper medicine. While doing so he kept on looking at you, somewhat apologetically.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly, hoping for negative answer, but instead you pouted and looked at him, brows knitted in a frown.

“Honeslty, I am a bit. You lied to me.”

“I really thought I’ll be better though.” He tried not to giggle at your expression. You looked so cute in his eyes whenever you pouted. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not, stupid. Now I need to make sure you feel better before Bang PD murders me.” You smiled and brushed his hair off his face.

“Hey, not stupid!”

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#enhypen fic #enhypen imagine #enhypen x reader #jake enhypen #jaeyun fluff #jake x reader #jaeyun x reader #enhypen fluff #sim jaeyun #sim jake #jaeyun fic #jake fic

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 3 months ago

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okay one more thing concerning the recent news about taeil because it just keeps bugging me.

‼️ tw: mentions of csa and sa ‼️

i know gen z are known to cope with humor. i do too. but please don't joke about these topics.

there are many rumors going around now concerning the nature of the sexual crime he committed, and i get it. we all want to know what went down, but can we please wait for an official statement?

because the nature of these rumors is absolutely terrifying. and the way many people online deal with it is absolutely disgusting. i've seen people mock csa. i've seen people use "funny" names to call a p*dophile. and i've seen people joke about csa and go "lol guys i told you back in 2021 that sth about him was off.." no you didn't. and even if you did, it's not helping anyone.

maybe it's just not my cup of tea, but i'm generally not a fan of mocking people for fun. like i keep seeing it online with for example trump's vice president candidate. you can call him out on his opinions and politics, but what is it with gen z and mocking everything a person does just because they're a bad person? i've seen people mocking the way he holds his hands while walking?? all that does is make other people that look that way feel bad about themselves. it's not funny and it's not cute. bad people do a lot of things you can get angry about, to even mockingly joke about if you must, but stop dragging the normal things they do.

and it's the same with taeil. no you didn't "predict" it. and no he wasn't "a bad performer anyway". it doesn't matter. we're all shocked, disgusted, and maybe even hurt. can we please just focus on what he actually did that was horrible? because all this does is take the focus away from the actual problem.

and once again, please, do not joke about csa or sa. at all. and especially not freely online without a trigger warning for everyone to see. it is disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for potentially triggering a victim and joking about csa. because what that actually does is make it seem less bad since, apparently, we can all laugh about it (sarcasm).

thank you for reading. i'm sorry for getting so worked up, but this really doesn't sit right with me at all and this is basically the only place where i can share my thoughts.

i hope you're all doing okay. my thoughts are with the victim(s?) and every ex-fan who's lost a comfort person. i'm sorry.

ybbp

#nct moon taeil #moon taeil #taeil #opinion

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sorendeimos · 8 months ago

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In the quiet hours of the night... his mind is deafening.

How I perceive Severus Snape, part 2 | part 1

Notes: Go into this understanding that to Me, Severus is deeply flawed and broke and trauma filled. There are parts of him I see as soft and squishy, covered by hate to keep Them from bruising. If you don’t like that, do not read this. Otherwise, enjoy.

TW: Mentions of alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sex, physical and emotional abuse, poor mental health, death, manipulation Please do not read if you cannot handle these topics. This part is a lot lighter than part one, though it still has a few sore spots.

Positive Attributes

𖤐 studious and driven, severus is someone to have on your side when you need information. He likely already knows what you need and where to find it. 𖤐 severus is attentive, noticing things you likely didn’t. This often leads to him giving support before needed or compensating for things ahead of time. 𖤐 severus is quite witty and funny, he’s often cracking jokes, but his deadpan tone often makes Them fall flat. 𖤐 severus is incredibly thoughtful, especially when giving gifts. He observes people constantly, and his gifts to others on holidays or birthdays are often times things that are so touching, it's staggering.

𖤐 moments of bliss 𖤐

Negative Attributes

𖤐 severus is so incredibly stubborn. Once he has an idea to do something, well, he will not give up, even if doing it causes him personal harm. 𖤐 severus doesn’t sleep well, so he is constantly grumpy and snappish. 𖤐 severus has terrible social skills and a carefully black tone and expression. This often leads to him coming off angry, mean, or spiteful. 𖤐 severus wears his distaste plainly. It’s clear if he hates you. 𖤐 compliments are earned, to him, so you doing well or being kind to him often doesn’t come with thanks or praise, which can make him seem standoffish. 𖤐 insults are his way of expressing love and care.

𖤐 severus as song lyrics 𖤐

Musical tastes

𖤐 severus never stuck to one genre or another. The music of her youth is that chosen from discard or discount bins. 𖤐 lots of the music severus holds dear is music that is a gift or a moment of perspective shifting.𖤐 her favourite music to brew to us, classical OR absolute rubbish noise music. It depends on what is brewing, delicate potions get the latter. 𖤐 severus owns multiple band tees, also usually discounted, all unknown.𖤐 severus gets a lot of Her love for classical music from ballet classes with Lily. Her favourite pieces spawn from duets they created or performed together and she still hums them to herself often.

𖤐 severus’s playlist 𖤐

Severus has a dynamic relationship with music, it’s typically all around him either playing in his head, him humming while working, or playing out loud while he brews. His tastes are varying, vast, unexpected and usually not the same day to day.

Severus’s clothing

𖤐 for a very long time, clothing meant absolutely nothing. Clothes were a means of covering herself and keeping warm or staying cool. It isn’t until years down the road, probably around 14 or 15, that style mattered. 𖤐 severus, after a day of ballet class, went into town with Lily to hunt down some new leotards and, on a dare, tried one on. It was tight, constricting. She loved it. Lily bought her the leotard and some tights. 𖤐 from that day forward, the pair of them would find and try on anything and everything, Lily gaining a love for baggy cargo pants and jeans, severus a love for dresses and skirts

𖤐 Pinterest outfits severus would wear 𖤐

╰⌲ teens

╰⌲ twenties

hobbies

𖤐 severus has very few hobbies and usually things that were found to be creepy or entirely unexpected 𖤐 they can draw, often doing flowers, bugs, or creatures in the margins of their textbooks and adding art to assignments. 𖤐 severus also does ballet with lily and has for years. The two of them have done duets, individual performances, and won awards. They practice during the school year in a neglected wing that the two of them transfigured. 𖤐 severus also paints, plays piano and violin, can sing, writes long-winded essays on long forgotten topics, and speaks four languages besides English. 𖤐 the languages: German, Latin, Korean, and French.

End Part Two

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starsurface · 10 months ago

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Caregiver Baraka MK1 Hcs??

Oh my gosh Baraka!! I love him!!! :] (I did alter his cannon slightly for these, just a warning!!)

TW: Mention of family death, sharp teeth (?), Tarkat disease

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Baraka Hcs

🦴 I'm going to ignore some of the cannon in these, like the fact Tarkatan can get spread by touch (I'm pretty sure that's how cannon works??)

🦴 If we ignore cannon, this man is an absolute cuddle bug!!!

🦴 Absolutely adores any type of physical touch

🦴 If we don't ignore cannon, he'll get you as many stuffies, blankies, anything he can to make up for it

🦴 ^ He'll (maybe) at the very most hold your pinky, but one of his deepest fears is accidently giving you Tarkat and he will not put you through that

🦴 I feel like he'd do best with baby regressors

🦴 There's just something so wholesome and peaceful rocking his little one in his arms, smiling as they sleep peacefully or coe at him

🦴 But that doesn't mean he doesn't like other regression ages, he adores all of them!!

🦴 Running around with a toddler, watching a bigger kid do arts and crafts, a puppy that he can scratch behind the ears

🦴 If you ever made him a bracelet, he might actually sob out of joy

🦴 He's been alone for a long time, so he might be a bit (a LOT) overprotective

🦴 He also lost his entire family to Tarkat, so your very important to him

🦴 If you fell and got a small scrape, it's like the world ended to him

🦴 Only really trusts Syzoth to watch after you

🦴 In the New Era, Tarkatan are still being accepted into public spaces, so you'll spend most times in the colony, mostly in his little living area

🦴 Will always make sure to mind his little spikes on his body

🦴 Will wearingly let you touch them, but only if your a bit bigger

🦴 Does not like punishing you, please don't lash out 🥺

🦴 This man cares so much for you, he doesn't like seeing you cry or be naughty

🦴 If you are naughty though, he'll probably send you to the naughty corner (and most likely serve your sentence with you)

🦴 Doesn't yell but honestly, because of Tarkatan his voice might sound a little scary at times

🦴 But surprisingly, really good at lullabies

🦴 His voice is a little raspy, but there's something about it that can probably make you feel really sleepy

🦴 Favorite CG nicknames are Papa & ‘Raka

🦴 Favorite nicknames for you would be Little One, Young One, Sweetheart, Bub

🦴 Would love to kiss your forehead or boo-boos, but unfortunately his sharp teeth don't really let him :(

🦴 Forehead touches are a big must, however, he can do those

🦴 Favorite activity to do with you if either peek-a-boo, or some sort of fun arts and crafts

🦴 He doesn't do the crafts himself, unless you ask, just kinda watches and praises you

🦴 If you ever drew this man, he would keep the picture either on him at all times, or hang it up proudly on his wall

🦴 Does have days where he feels really down and that he can't be a good Papa for you

🦴 ^ He'll try not to show it, but those days can really get to him :(

🦴 All you gotta do on your part is make him a pretty picture and tell him that he's the best Papa in the world!! How dare he ever doubt himself? >:(

🦴 If we ignore cannon, go crash into him with a hug too, it'd really help

🦴 But he really appreciates his little one's big heart

🦴 Will try to get his little anything they want, but the colony isn't always going the best, unless if we compare it to past timelines but that's unfair

🦴 If his little does want something like a new toy or a better sippy cup, you know he's going to try his best

🦴 Might even ask Kitana or Mileena for help to get it (no one messes with them)

🦴 On the topic of the sisters, they absolutely love 'babysit’ you!! (Which is more of a playdate while Baraka supervises)

🦴 (^ It's not that Baraka doesn't trust them or anything. . . . But what if something happens to you when he's not there?!)

🦴 Will make sure to get you the proper diet you need, most Tarkatans only live off meat

🦴 If he can try to sneak you some candy, he most definitely will

🦴 Anything that makes his baby happy, makes him happy <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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The Nanny and the Pool Boy

TW: Smut. Language. A Scene of potential assault. Mentions of angst and wounds.

SUMMARY: JJ happens upon an unfortunate scene that brings feelings to the surface.

WORD COUNT: 1600

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Pool boy!JJ x Nanny!reader would be a fun trope they both work for the same family and hook up sometimes

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS REQUEST! HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE FIC!

The Nanny and The Pool Boy

Saturdays at four had become your favorite time of day quite rapidly. All because it was the time that JJ Maybank would come to clean the Cameron pool. The same estate in which you had been employed as a nanny had been responsible for his paycheck as well, and you couldn't be any more grateful. You were able to spend that final hour before you would retire home, adorning him from the kitchen window. Bent over the pool to clean it from whatever debris it acquired since his last visit, your eyes fixated on the tension of his muscles achieved by the effortless of a simple pull of a net collecting leaves and bugs. Every so often, his eyes finding you within the window, and a smirk pulling to the width of his dimples.

"My wife doesn't feel comfortable with you wearing anything over your knees..." Rafe explained behind you, your eyes widening as you were forced to focus on your employer.

"You asked the opposite last Monday-"

"I'm well aware..which was why I wanted to express my gratitude for you wearing what you do..." His hand rose up your hip as you rejected his advances immediately. Until now, Rafe Cameron gave the appearance of being a happily married man. Maybe a few lustful glances when you wore clothes inappropriate for your occupation, but never anything that crossed any line until now. And it seemed to be enough for him to achieve the hint. But you would quickly learn it remained dormant.

Later that night, a pool party hosted by the Cameron's for their eldest son, would require both you and JJ in attendance to ensure everything went off without a hitch. And it would seem the mix of an overindulgence of Jim Beam and your choice of suit was a deadly combination to a topic you believed to have been squandered.

"No nanny should look like you..." Rafe slurred his words while cornering you between the pantry and the kitchen, where you moved to retrieve a juice box for their youngest. But Rafe had been waiting all night to find an excuse to enclose you as he had now. But he was unaware his eyes weren't the only ones that held you in appreciation. That same appreciation, now altered to worry.

"I'm sure he's thirsty-"

"I could take such good care of you. Wouldn't have to wipe another snotty nose or hear them complain ever again..."

"I love my job-"

"But you'd be so much better on your back-" He pushed you into the wall, the rush of alcohol making you dizzy as you set your hands aggressively to his chest.

"If I've given you any idea that-"

"You don't have to...I know you want this...every woman does-"

"Sorry, Mister Cameron, but you're wrong. Please sober up before your wife or your kids see you..." He clenched his jaw, a sudden grip to the back of your neck making you gasp.

"You want to walk around dressed like a little slut and expect me NOT to react?" He pushed you into the walk. "You make one noise and It'll be the last one you ever make..." Your skirt was lifted to your hips as you turned to react, his hand forcing your cheek flush with the wall.

"I was hoping you'd struggle. No fun if you wanted this easily...it's okay, I'll make you scream in all the right ways, baby-" He spoke at your back as you managed to slip far enough from his grasp to move back towards the party. But before you could motion for help, you were taken by your hair.

"I could have made it quick. But now, you're gonna accommodate me for the night." He began to drag you towards his bedroom before he was pulled back. A single shot from a fist sent him stumbling back down the steps as he lay unconscious from the blow as well as the effects of the alcohol.

"Are you alright?" He asked while noting the tears in your eyes. But your emotional wounds were nothing to the swelling already beginning at his knuckles. Even if it had only been crimson lining across his hand, it spread completely to what would be bruising, possibly even fracturing.

"Your hand-"

"I'll be fine. Are you okay?" He asked again as he forced the attention onto you by setting his battered hand in a mirrored motion from the other as they sat at either one of your shoulders. Realizing thus would be a continuous back and forth, you simply led led beyond a groggy but mostly incapacitated Rafe, before making your rest within the bathroom at the end of the first floor hallway.

"God, Kooks have all this and still want what we have..." He explained as you closed the door behind you.

"Guess not all that glitters is gold..."

"Yeah, guess they don't have the midas touch after all-" Your brows rose in surprise to the reference.

"Heard it from my friend, Pope...Seems fitting."

You nodded, chuckling, "It is."

"I don't think I'll see you smile unless you're with those kids."

"They are the only reason I put up with the way Rafe and his friends look at me..." He cocked his jaw, "Besides I need the job..."

"Well it looks like I'm out of one now...but worth it...I mean, he’s lucky I didn't do it before..."

"Before?"

"Nevermind..."

But you urged, the softness of your eyes and matching cadence having made him submit to your gentle inquiry.

"The things they said about you when they didn't think I could hear them or just wasn't listening..."

"What kinds of things?" He hesitated.

"All the things they wanted to do to you...But I’m sure you already know…" He clenched his jaw as your fingers were gingerly attending to his wounds.

"Your lip-" He drew this attention while you swallowed hard to the pad of his finger brushing the bottom half of your mouth.

"It's bleeding-" But something in his close proximity and the adrenaline of this moment sent you against him. That need to know the feeling of his kiss prompted you forward enough to cast him off balance. But this was only for a moment until he corrected his center of gravity and led you back into him.

"Your lip..."

"I'm fine-"

"You're-"

"I'm fine. Please, JJ..." He wouldn't need you to validate a single reason why you wanted this before you were taken into him. But not to ravage you in the immediate undressing of the swim cover making up your ensemble. Instead, he basked in your body simply against his. He relished in just how it felt against him. Every breath set at his chest and motion made of your fingers.

"Is your hand sore?" You asked as he nodded.

"But my tongue is just fine, princess..." He lowered to the floor prior to setting you on the vanity's edge. Any responsibility needing to be enacted was silenced the second his body pressed to yours. But the connection of his tongue between your lower lips had set your mind into a mystification of anything but the feeling of his skilled mouth. Sucking and flicking, he made your eyes roll and your voice echo as each reaction only encouraged his motivations.

"JJ-"

"You sure?" He asked as you nodded, his own desperations witnessed behind the fabric of his shorts. But as your fingers undresses him, he would covet your body in admiration. Pulling the straps of your suit low enough to expose your breast, he treated each one with expert care before returning to your mouth.

"I have to be honest sweetheart...I didn't only punch him because he was trying trying touch you...but because I wanted to..."

You set your hands to his face, thumbs rushed across his dimples.

"Well now you can...." The rigid thrust of his cock set you into the vanity. The setting of his hand to the mirror at your side allowed you to wrap freely around him as he was quick to reciprocate. Your back arched from the glass as he pulled you tighter into him.

"So fucking beautiful...so fucking tight...shit..." He groaned into your skin.

"All fucking yours." You explained as these words forced him harder into you. Your eyes rolled to his motions as he was relentless. Stamina incomparable to any prior as he had you trembling in perspiration in only a handful of minutes. And still, he continued. Edging you to prolong the sensations for you both, he altered between your eager tongue and sensitive nipples, before speaking against your lips.

"I can't wait...you feel too good..."

"Come inside me, JJ..."

"You're sure?" You nodded, preventive measures in effect, as you lowered your nails to his hips. Indents left from your grip as he took hold of your jaw. But he slowed.

"Nobody else will ever touch you again...I promise, princess. Only me." You nodded.

"Only you, JJ..."

Months later, you still found Thursday's to be your favorite. With Rafe having been far too drunk to remember the details of that night, you and JJ were all too familiar. Exchanging glances from across the pool, you would sneak away to that very pool house to relive that first night. Not a position or angle not attempted, as he had validated his words. Nobody would ever touch you again but him.

And he did frequently and thoroughly.

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aj-lenoire · 1 year ago

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pomstr4wberr · 1 year ago

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✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 ꒰ WHY DO I MISS YOU?!♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

୧ ‧₊˚ ✨️ ꒰ angst ꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ dark content

✦. ⊹ ‧₊˚ 💓 ꒰ GN reader - you/your . ꒱ᗜˋ

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🩹 Male Oc X gn reader

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍼 ꒰TW: DARK CONTENT, Pedophilia, grooming, trauma response, family issues, abusive family, mention of attempted r8pe but it doesn't happen here.

NOTE: DARK CONTENT !! The trauma response is based off my mine, be warned this is dark.

TRAUMA RESPONSE ::

Trauma is an emotional response to a terrible event like an accident, r8pe, or natural disaster. Immediately after the event, shock and denial are typical. Longer term reactions include unpredictable emotions, flashbacks, strained relationships, and even physical symptoms like headaches or nausea. Trauma response can be different for people for me I miss them[a trauma response that some people might have]

Please be warned if these topics trigger you! If this triggers you or bugs, you ignore!

THE FAMILIAR room stings your eyes. Blurry around the edges of your eyes like an old picture.

The writing of paper fulls your ears. It's the only thing you can hear. Your thoart feels dry, and it hurts. You don't have enough saliva to swallow.

He hums a tune, you remember, but at the same time, it's like you dont know the tune. You can't say a word, he coughs and you can a hear a chair moving it makes a thud noise.

He turns at you smiling, his smile is so familiar. The smile burns into your memory,

"Sorry for ignoring you, mx yn. You weren't scheduled for today, it must be important." He says, he pushes his glasses back up his nose, you can't say a word.

But you managed to say it, "Mr. Ito, I have came here to ask you something..." your words get quieter at the end of your words. He has a facial expression of confusion but he nods his head.

"Okay, mx yn tell your question." He puts down his pen and pushes his chair a bit closer. You get nervous, your face heats up a bit you swallow.

You close your fist hard, you can feel paper against your skin. You think if you still squeezing hard it can cutting your skin.

"Wo-would you look to s-see a movie with me?.." You managed to say out, you slowly let go of your fist,

"A movie?" He cocks his head to his side in confusion, you nod your head. A movie ticket tow of course. You saved up money in your cute pink piggy bank it had big cute doe eyes.

"Ah yes," you show him the movie tickets it was a romance comedy one. He takes once looking at it, smiling. His smiling face makes you blush.

"Okay, then let's watch. I could have a break." You smiled, he got up and helped you. His hands holding your hands you wished that lasted forever.

Sometimes you wished he had feelings for you like you did had for him maybe he did? But he would be getting in trouble for dating or having romantic feelings for some one young as you. Even though it can't be that bad right?

your old enough right? 16 isn't bad, your old enough.

You heard your parent's In arguing it isn’t new, but you heard a loud slap and crying. Normally you would go out and help your mom but you couldn't be late or he's going to disappointed in you.

And you were going to waste money if you didn't go and what happen if some other person would go up to him and watch the movie with him?!

You sneaked out, the cold breeze hits you, it gave you goosebumps.

You saw him outside, you couldn't help but smile. You yelled his name, he looked up and smiled waving at you, you waved excitedly.

You guys both got in, you couldn't focus on the movie it was like a blur to you. You wanted to puke to out of happiness because of Mr. Ito being so close to you.

You breathe in and out, it was like nobody else was in there just you and him. You slowly lean into his shoulder.

You blushed and after that everything was a blur, it was like you were floating above the clouds.

After that day, he distanced himself from you, Why?

He explained it was because you were doing good. You weren't on his list anymore why could this happen?

You soon found out that a teacher named Ms. Miyaki, a teacher who teached the freshmen. Why could she have done this?!

You remember walking up to her asking her why, she explained that it was wrong and that Mr. Ito would go to jail.

Harsh knocking is heard.

"Ito you can't do this to a child!" A female voice is heard on the other side of the door.

"Ms. Miyaki, you don't have to knock so harshly."

The female looked mad,

"Ito! You are having a romantic relationship with a sixteen year old." She yelled at his face clearly mad.

"Ms miyaki, they are old enough to make this decision. Their not a kid anymore" he explains.

"Ito that is no excuse for what you did! They are still sixteen!" She gets more mad.

You clench your fist this is all her fault. You felt more depressed than ever, you felt Angier towards her.

You did something to her but she survived, luckily she didn't know if was you but she thought it was your "lovely lover".

He was soon put in jail for pedophilia, attempted murder and attempted r8pe.

Attempted r8pe? Apparently she thought that he took advantage of you, that didn't happen the attempt murder was you.

You felt weird, you were suppose to get rid of her then run away with him. But he's in jail and it was all your fault.

Your noise hurts, the smell of smoke gives you a headache. The abandoned school which is now a place of rebellious teens. Smoking and graffiti on the walls.

There's mold and leaves on the school, you made it inside though a broken window. You made it to Mr ito's old room, the room you would be in before the addicted you caused happen and before he left you.

You sat down, breathing in and out. It reminded you of the old times. You clench your fist, whispering to yourself.

You held yourself like what he did before you left after the movie. He whispered in your ear, kissing you.

You wish that you could live in that moment forever.

Why am I like this?

Why do I miss you?

Why do I want you back?

Why why? You did gross things but at the same time you want him back.

Why do I miss you please tell me. I want to be fixed, I don't want to be like this anymore.

Why why do I miss you?

#StrawpomsWriting #original work #oc x reader #gender neutral reader #tw.grooming #tw.trauma response #tw.pedophilia #male oc x reader #tw. teacher/councilor x student/paitent relationship #tw. trauma #triggering topics #dark content #Strawpomsdark

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transexualbutchfagdyke · 2 years ago

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I'm so fuckin gross. I usually shower on Tuesdays but I didn't today so I haven't since Saturday. wait no Friday. I'll shower tomorrow. wish I could rn but it's 1:30am and my parents are asleep

#off topic but [bug mention tw]#i think i have bedbugs again. which is just great /s #need 2 steam the couch again. god #ratt squeaks #weed tag

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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 1 year ago

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Geto stays with Gojo AU drabble/headcanon - Gojo proposing to Geto

!HEAVY SPOILER WARNING FOR THE WHOLE STORY OF GOJO AND GETO INCLUDING SEASON 2, Jjk 0 AND THE SHIBUYA ARC BELOW IN THE SUMMARY OF THE AU BUT NOT IN THE HEADCANON /DRABBLE ITSELF!

Geto never became evil and therefore didn’t get killed. He and Gojo became the strongest together and both are teachers here. They still adopted Megumi and his sister and the two girls which they raised together.

Everything takes place a bit differently here in this.

Pairings: Satosugu (obviously), implied Itafuahikugi

TWs: Mention of throwing up(shortly mentioned in a flashback. It isn't a main point of the drabble and is not crucial to the main events so it's really only mentioned shortly), crying (happy crying), probably a bit ooc.

It's all very fluffy and cute. Cheesy even.

Gojo is actually the one who proposes to Geto

He proposed to him when they were around 29, so pretty late, due to them living an incredibly busy life.

He had no idea how to do so, but he refused to seek Shoko’s advice, knowing that while she would help him, she would definitely tease him about knowing absolutely nothing about this topic and about being extremely nervous about the thought of proposing alone.

He tried to plan everything on his own but Yuji and Nobara found out about it (They thought that their sensei acted weird and pestered him until they found out what was bugging him.)

They were super excited when they found out and then insisted on helping him with planning everything.

Nobara pretty much decided on this without waiting for Gojo’s approval. She just asked him many questions about what he had already planned and after realizing how lost he was, she was pretty much just sighing in disappointment, telling him that this won’t work out and started telling him a ton of things which he had to keep in mind for a perfect “proposal”. (In her opinion)

They then all started to think about a time and place.

Nobara preferred the thought of going out for dinner first and then proposing afterwards while Yuji loved the thought of going on a cinema date before the proposal.

They both didn’t really know much about what Geto liked or what his favorite free time activities were so they just went with what they thought would be romantic and asked Gojo if Geto would like it or not.

Megumi overheard them talking after a couple of days in which they would always proceed to try to plan the perfect proposal and he hit Gojo with the “You know Geto the best out of us all and he always loves doing things with you so stop overthinking this too much.”, making Gojo overthink a little bit more.

Eventually Gojo tried to seek advice from Nanami (“How would you propose to your long term partner/love of your life/one and only/best friend/soulmate? Asking for a friend.”) to which Nanami just sighed and told Gojo that he is a grown man of 29 who should be able to figure this out but he also told him that he probably shouldn’t plan a big eventful evening with a proposal in public since it would be very pressuring for his partner.

In the end, after a lot of overthinking, staying awake at night planning and overthinking (worrying Geto in that process, who was by now absolutely sure that something was off due to how weird and nervous his partner had been acting lately), a lot of research and after feeling like he lost some nerves, he did went to Shoko for advice.

Of course she teased him about it and about the fact that he really had to seek help from his students, Nanami and her but then she actually gave him honest advice.

She suggested that he should do something with Geto which they always did back when they were 16 like going to the arcade and going out to eat something afterwards and after this little calm and very personal date night, he should propose to him but not in a crowded place or generally with people watching.

Gojo actually thanked her a couple of times, full of relief and excitement

When Gojo wanted to leave the infirmary, she actually called him back and wished him good luck with a warm smile which the other returned to her, thanking her once again.

After Gojo left the room, she would still have a small but warm smile on her face for a little while. Seeing her two best friends like this, made herself feel happy and warm and she genuinely wished them both the best and luck.

Gojo actually followed her plan and asked Geto to go on a date night with him after a long week of missions.

Of course Geto had been caught a little bit of guard because they haven’t gone on dates since their early 20s due to being so busy and caught up with work so that they would be too tired to do anything after a work week but he agreed to it nonetheless, actually feeling a bit excited about it but also a tad skeptical, given the fact how off Gojo had started to act the last week, now followed by this date night.

He liked to imagine that Gojo would propose to him but he tried to be prepared for anything. He even was prepared that nothing would happen and that Gojo just acted off due to the mentally exhausting missions which they had to go on during the last weeks (which was very unlikely and Geto knew that this wasn’t the case since he knew his partner way too well for that but he still kept that opportunity open just in case.)

Before the date night, Gojo told Yuji, Nobara and Megumi about him proposing to Geto tomorrow and they reacted utterly excited (besides Megumi who was just looking at Gojo the way he always did when he listened to him) and wished him luck as well as gave him a prep talk, cheering on him that they believed in him and that he could do it.

Megumi actually went to Saturo when the two of them were alone and he wished him luck too, telling him that he shouldn’t mess it up.

He secretly hoped that it would all turn out okay. After all, he and his siblings did get raised by those two and he didn't wanted to lose this family. He would never admit it but he grew attached the every member of this little found family, no matter how embarrassed or annoyed he sometimes would feel because of Gojo and Geto and he really wished for them that it would all work out, hoping that neither of them would chicken out.

Imagining them to get finally married, did in fact have something nice, even if he could already tell that they were going to be even more insufferable with their teen like flirting and their jokes then.

Sometimes he would even forget that they're in fact not married yet.

On that evening, Gojo and Geto went to the old arcade to which they would always go together with Shoko and just like back then they made bets and had a blast playing the video games, especially while playing “Street Fighters”.

It was nostalgic but absolutely amazing and a lot of fun for both of them.

Also, just like back then, the one who would lose in “Street Fighters” would have to pay for the food at the restaurant which Gojo had picked out to which they would go after they were done at the arcade.

Geto hoped to get his revenge for losing years ago, leading to him having to buy Gojo an ridiculous amount of Burgers and this time he actually won (Gojo let him win since he had planned on paying for the food anyways.).

However, Geto could tell that Gojo let him win which made him a bit more skeptical, asking Gojo why he’d let him win this time on their way to the restaurant which Gojo had picked out for them, to which Gojo simply answered that he felt generous and that Geto wouldn’t have won against him in years since he was wayyy to slow when playing the game, leading to them playfully bickering and half heartedly insulting each other all the way to the restaurant.

Arriving at the restaurant, they had to see that it was in fact closed.

Gojo had been so nervous about planning the proposal itself, that he did in fact forget about checking the opening times of the restaurants which now resulted in him wanting to disappear right on spot for the first time in his life.

Geto just huffed out a little laugh and took out his phone, searching something up while Gojo was still cursing at himself and at the restaurant before turning to his partner to apologize which actually surprised the other a bit.

Gojo cursing was something Geto had been prepared for but not him actually apologizing to him for not checking the opening times nor for him telling him that he had just wanted to make this evening perfect for them. Especially after this rough week and especially since it was their first real date night in years.

Geto gave him a genuine smile, shushing Gojo, telling him that it was alright but that next time he should keep in mind to check the opening times if he planned something before giving him a small kiss, trying to reassure him that he wasn't feeling upset or anything.

He then showed his partner his phone, telling him that the fast food restaurant to which they would always go after visiting the arcade was still open so after Gojo asked him if he genuinely wanted to go there to eat fast food on their date night to and after Geto told him that this was in fact the case, they went to the restaurant.

It still looked exactly like back then and even the food which was served was still mostly the same.

It was a bit as if the time would stand still in that place which made both of them feel comforted yet a bit weird and extremely nostalgic but it suited the whole evening.

They ordered the same food they would always eat while excitedly talking about all the memories they had with this place, asking the other if they remembered them as well.

This time, it was Geto's turn to order a ridiculous amount of burgers (which Gojo had to pay) and he carried them to their seats with a shit eating grin.

They had an amazing time even though they were just eating at an fast food restaurant. The place held so many good memories and they felt comfortable.

They would eat and laugh and joke around like teens. Sometimes they would make each other try out different stuff which they ordered by feeding the other a handful of fries with a new sauce or letting them take a bite of the burger, judging whether they liked the newish flavor or some food or if they preferred the old one.

Sometimes they would discuss if the food still tasted the same or if it tasted different which resulted in them taking yet another bite out of the other burger in order to check again.

There was barely a moment where they were quiet and they were more happy and cheerful than they had been for months and also had more fun than they had since months.

Sometimes they would hold hands (the hand with which they weren't eating the food) but generally, even when they were just eating or talking they were sitting so close to each other that there was barely a gap between, permanently touching each other.

It was like a silent reassurance that they were there, next to each other and that they wouldn't leave as well as some kind of making up for barely seeing each other due to missions and teaching students over the past month.

Them constantly teasing each other and Gojo trying to touch Geto with his fingers which were all greasy from eating the fast food resulting in Geto trying to scoot away, fighting off Gojo's hand while trying hard to not get touched is a thing too.

They sat in the fast food restaurant until an employee came to their table, kindly telling them that they would close in a few minutes.

Both felt kind of bummed that the relaxed and cheer free time at the restaurant of their teenage time was over for now and Gojo felt the nervousness creeping up inside of him again, knowing that now that the evening slowly ended, he had to propose to Geto soon.

Chickening out what no option for him. They both were the strongest so he couldn't get scared off by a proposal (even though it was one of the biggest moments in his life and even though it could permanently change his relationship with his partner forever) and he also didn't want to delay it any further since they already would marry late. Besides that, Shoko would probably scold him endlessly.

After leaving the restaurant, Geto was still in an extremely good mood which made Gojo feel all warm and happy. It had gotten rarer to see his partner like this so he was happy for every second in which Suguru would feel openly happy and carefree.

On their way with him, Geto also told him that they really need to repeat this but that they also need to bring Shoko with them sometime too due to them always having visited the arcade and the restaurant together with her to which Gojo agreed.

Suguru then also told him, that he genuinely preferred going to the old fast food restaurant instead of going to the fancy restaurant and that he would also wouldn't have been able to eat all that expensive food there anyways due to currently not being able to eat a lot which was the result of him having to consume many powerful curses during the last missions which had made him feel sick in the stomach once again and which had been the cause of a sleepless night which he had spended in the bathroom, throwing up.

By now he was able to eat more again but he still couldn't stomach a lot and it would have looked bad to leave so much food on the plate.

Gojo agreed with him again, asking him if that was why he had left so many burgers untouched to which Geto nodded.

Gojo then proceed to act offended about Geto ordering so many burgers despite knowing that he couldn't possibly eat them all, only in order to get his revenge and to make Gojo pay for the ridiculous amount of large burgers to which Geto just laughed, giving Gojo an amused smile, telling him that the revenge had been necessary.

He then also reminded him about the fact that he asked the employee to give them a bag so that they could take the leftover burgers home with them so that he could eat them later or that Megumi, or the girls could eat them so his money and the food weren't even wasted but Gojo still proceeded to act all offended until Geto proceed to squeeze his hand which he had been holding and give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

After they finally arrived at their car again, Geto thanked Gojo with a small but warm smile for the nice evening and kissed him one more time.

Gojo told him that he was glad that he liked it and that it really had been time to finally go out on a date again.

After they had gotten in the car again, Gojo proceeded to drive to the place where they had often been during their free time as teens and young adults.

It was one of the many places where a lot of benches stood next to a footwall with a view down to the city. They often spend some time there, relaxing after a stressful day, watching the city and the sky, talking about plans for their future or just random things, about their day or other random topics.

At this time, all the benches were empty and not a single person was in the whole area. It was just them.

Geto was a bit confused after Gojo stopped the car there and got out, following him to the bench on which they would always sit back then.

He asked him if everything was alright and by now he was pretty sure that something big was coming up.

He had noticed that Gojo had gotten uncharacteristically nervous but before he could ask any more questions, Gojo took off his blindfold and proposed to Geto.

His hands were shaking the whole time, he was stumbling over a few words and he dropped the ring like three times but Suguru didn't care at all. He was just staring at Gojo in a mix of disbelief, shock and awe, listening to his partners speech.

His speech was surprisingly extremely carefully put together, talking about how much he loves and admires Geto, how he is his one and only. His best friend. The person he loves more than anything in the world. And how important he is to him before asking him if he finally wants to marry him after all these years.

For a short moment there was a second of silence in which Geto stared at him with teary eyes and Saturo already felt his heart sink but then Suguru suddenly tackle hugged him, squeezing him as tight as he could so that Gojo thought for a moment that he couldn't breathe anymore, while saying Yes at least 3 times.

Now it was Gojo's turn to freeze for a split second, his brain registering what just happened and that Geto did in fact say yes before before returning the hug just as tightly as Geto hugged him, burying his face in the crook of Geto's neck while he couldn't hold back the tears from falling.

Geto too, was crying out of pure happiness as he held Gojo.

They stood there like this, holding each other tightly as if they would be scared that if they would let go, the other would disappear immediately, crying and feeling overwhelmingly happy (and relief on Gojo's side).

After some time, they finally let go of each other so that Gojo could carefully take Geto's hand which was just as shaky as his own to gently slip the engagement ring on the other's finger.

After that, they hugged each other again, clinging onto each other, telling each other over and over again how much they love the other.

After some time, they sat down on the bench, holding hands and Gojo lied his head against Geto's shoulder.

They sat there in a comfortable silence, just like back then as teens, looking at the city which was lightened up with all the little bright neon lights.

They didn't need any words at that moment. They simply understood each other without words and they didn't need them to feel how happy the other was.

However, eventually Gojo asked Geto if he still remembered how they planned their future here as young adults to which Geto answered with a yes, lying his head carefully against Gojo's head which was still lying against his shoulder.

He then proceeded to caress the back of the other one's hand with his thumb, telling him that he remembered that they held hands on this bench for the first time, making Gojo laugh a bit.

They sat there until it slowly started to get colder and until they both started to feel tired, the exhaustion of the past weeks and the exhaustion from crying for quite a while finally crashing down onto them.

They dragged themselves to their car and Geto jokingly told Gojo that he shouldn't dare to fall asleep now while driving or else he would have to sleep on the couch for the next few weeks.

After they arrived home, the way to their bedroom felt like centuries due to how tired they were but they still felt incredibly happy and joyful.

On their way to the bedroom, Megumi suddenly stood in the door frame of the dark living room in which he had been watching TV while waiting for Gojo and Geto to return, asking them how it went. (Given by how happy and awfully in love they looked and given by how they were playfully bickering as well as due to how relieved Gojo seemed, he could already tell that it went well but he still wanted to hear it from them.)

Gojo surprisedly looked at him and greeted him happily, asking him why he was still awake before asking him if he waited for them to come home, acting incredibly touched.

Megumi replied that he simply couldn't sleep (They both could tell that this wasn't the case.) before asking them again how it went to which Geto showed him the ring with a big smile.

After seeing this, Megumi couldn't hide a small smile. It disappeared as fast as it appeared on his face but they still saw it.

Gojo immediately got all cheerful and teased Megumi about it and joined in.

Megumi then told them that he will go to bed now, congratulating them and telling them that he is happy for them.

Hearing this, made both of them smile genuinely as they thanked Megumi.

The next morning at school, Yuji and Nobara directly bombarded Gojo with questions about how it went the moment they saw him arriving, complaining about the fact that Megumi didn't want to tell them and even Shoko came out to ask him too.

Gojo was smiling widely before making a serious face, clearing his throat before telling them cheerfully that he said yes and that Geto is now his Soon-to-be-husband.

Hearing this made both, Yuji and Nobara cheer loudly and tackle hug their teacher, congratulating him and wishing him the best while Shoko also congratulated Gojo with a warm smile, telling him that she was incredibly happy for them and that they better make her, their best woman on their wedding or else she would make them pay her money each time she had to heal/treat them again.

As soon as Yuji and Nobara saw Geto too, they ran over to him and congratulated him too. While they didn't have such a close bond with him as with Gojo, they still were openly excited and happy.

Shoko too, came to Geto, congratulating him, telling him that she already told Gojo that they better make her their best woman for their wedding.

She then also told them that they needed to open a bottle of Sparkling Wine or something else in order to celebrate that later.

Later that day, Nanami also formally congratulated both of them.

Nobara and Yuji also proceed to admire Geto's engagement ring in awe and Nobara told Yuji and Megumi that they better make a romantic and fancy proposal for her and that they give her such a pretty and expensive ring like Gojo gave to Geto too, making Geto laugh in amusement.

Of course the news quickly spread through the whole school (the fact that Gojo and Geto were a couple wasn't a secret at all due to how openly affectionate they were with each other but that they now finally were engaged was new.) So even Masamichi Yaga suddenly appeared on the school grounds, congratulating his old students.

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purifycantyouhelpme · 1 year ago

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Blood Is On My Hands | Chapter 2 | Izzy Stradlin x Reader

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Word Count: 1248

Author's Note: I know that this chapter felt rushed, I’m sorry. The last chapter will be longer than this and I know that it has been a long time since I last made a fanfiction or in this case, make another chapter. I lost motivation and I’m still dealing with college. Now my motivation is back.

TW: Mentions of r4p3/non-con. If you're uncomfortable of that topic, don't read this

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

Steven sat right next to me on the couch, naked, heavily breathing from all of that thrusting he did to me. I was laying on my stomach, still naked, tears running down my face and heavily breathing from all of the pain I endured. My arms and upper part of my body is covered in bruises. Everytime I would tell him no or stop, he would hit me and I said no and stopped a lot. The TV was still playing in the background. “That really felt good.” He said as he put his ripped jeans back on. I slowly lifted my head up and looked at him. He looked at me and smiled at me. “Maybe if you would have let me have my way with you, you would have enjoyed it. It wouldn’t have hurt as much.” He told me. I bury my head back on the couch, crying again. Why would he do this to me? Why? Why would the person I love the most do this to me? I don’t understand. I slowly got off the couch. I grabbed my clothes that were on the floor and I walked to the bathroom. I was struggling to put my clothes on. I walked out of Steven’s house and immediately walked back to my home.

4:00 PM, At the grocery store, Izzy’s P.O.V

I was buying some food for dinner and some snacks. As I was walking to the frozen food section, I saw (Y/N) and Eva talking. (Y/N) looked scared and Eva looked like she did not want to be here. Why are they here? I was listening to their conversation from afar, slowly walking up to them. “Why did you want me to go grocery shopping with you?” Eva asked as she crossed her arms. (Y/N) kept on tapping her foot and her hands were behind her back. “I… no reason okay, Eva?” She chuckled a little. Eva was confused. “Whatever.” Eva said.

“You have been acting weird lately. Is everything–”

“Everything is fine, Eva.” She shouted nervously. She chuckled again. People were staring at her. Everything's not fine with her. We can all tell. “Hi (Y/N).” I placed my hand on her shoulder. When I touched her, she flinched. I forgot to not touch her. Recently, whenever someone touches her, she flinches. She turned around quickly and saw it was me. “Oh, i-it's just you, Izzy. Sorry.” She apologized. “(Y/N), what's been going on with you?” I was worried about her. Why is the love of my life acting like this? “It’s nothing really, Izzy.” She lied to me as she smiled at me. “(Y/N)..” I raised my voice a little at her. I looked at her and she looked so empty, so soulless, so paranoid. My love was a giant mess. “I guess I should tell you what has been happening with me. In private, of course.” She said softly. She held my hand and led the way. We’re holding hands… so romantic…

Me and (Y/N) walked out of the store and stood outside the entrance, to the corner. Her hands were in her pocket and I put my skateboard near me, on my foot, making sure no one steals it.

“A couple of weeks ago, Steve and I were at his house, just watching TV. I confessed my feelings to him.” She explained to me. I rolled my eyes in disgust but I’m not surprised at this point. We ended up making out for a b-bit…” Her voice started to crack as her head turned to the side. Oh, this isn’t good. She put her hand on her other arm. "And then h-he… he…" She was sniffling. “Damn bug!” She moved her sleeve up because a bug was crawling up on her arm. She slapped her arm to get the bug off of her arm. What I saw on her arm was shocking. There were bruises on her arms. Oh my god. They looked so dark. She looked at me, she looked so scared. Tears were about to come out of her eyes. She immediately pulled her sleeve back down. Before I could even say anything, she ran back inside the store. Steven… Steven did this to her. How could he? Steven, you are in grave danger.

At Steven’s house, 10:00 PM

I knocked on Steven’s door, tapping my foot because I’m impatient. Ugh, Steven. You don’t deserve to live anymore, you hurt (Y/N), my love, and I’m going to hurt you. Steve finally opened the door. He was shirtless, of course. “Hi S-Steven.” I said nervously. I put my hand behind my head. Come on Izzy, you’re at your “friend’s” house at 10 at night. Think of a stupid lie. “I just wanted to stay here for a bit. I need someone to talk to, I guess.” I said. Steven smiled at me said, “Sure.”

I sat on the couch next to him, drinking red wine while Steven watches TV. This TV show looks so boring. I looked at him and said, “So what have you been up to?” I grabbed the wine bottle and there’s no more wine left. I went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. “I had sex with (Y/N),” Steven told me. I almost dropped the wine bottle when I heard what he told me. “W-What did you just say? I couldnt hear you.” I said as I poured some wine in my wine glass. “I said I had sex with (Y/N). It felt good.” Steven sounded confident when he said that. It's so gross hearing that Steven, the guy I hate, had sex with that person he knows I’m in love with. He knows what he’s doing. I can see him from the kitchen and he has a smile on his face. He’s trying to get a reaction out of me and it's working. I just want to grab the wine bottle and smash him over the head so bad but I’m not. Remain calm, Izzy and act normal. “T-That’s great to hear. I don’t know why you t-told m-me”-- I grabbed a misen chef kitchen knife.

“You know what? The sex would have been better if she would have been cooperative.” He said jokily, he chuckled.

I was silent when he said that. He admits it. He admitted that he… hurted (Y/N). My fists were clenched, my teeth were grinding. Steven, why would you do this to her? Why would you hurt the person you love? She was in love with you, she trusted you and you decided to hurt

I love (Y/N) and I will never hurt her. You are a monster, Steven.

I walked over to the couch, I was behind Steven with a knife in my right hand while I was breathing heavily through my nose. “But it is what it is.” He chuckled. He felt no remorse for his actions or sympathy for what he did to (Y/N). b“You fucking bitch!” I yelled at him. I delivered a sharp stab to Steven's right temple after grabbing him by his hair, followed by another stab to his neck, causing him to die instantly. “He won’t hurt you anymore, (Y/N).” I said to myself. Blood was all over my hands and his couch. I have to clean up the mess or I’ll get caught.

#izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fanfiction #izzy stradlin #guns n roses fanfiction #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader #gunsnroses #yandere!izzy #a03 fic #yandere x reader

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narrat3333d · 1 month ago

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no good ass art for this I’m weeping but IM YAPPING!!! (tw for like..smoking in the drawing I thinj..and mentions of death,,)

the info will be really unorganised because i physically don’t know how to organise it right now..(it’s all jumbled in my notes app..) (detailed explanations will be in smaller text because ik some of y’all won’t wanna read allat 🐺)

taps mic anyway hello narrat3333d nation (empty auditorium) im going to yap about one of my MAIN OPS in this post don’t mind the smelly ass art I couldn’t be bothered to do anything digital ❤️..also don’t mind the hands..i was doing this in legit no light and almost sharted myself when i turned on my light to photo it💔)

SO BASICALLY

this guy is dr Krüger, he’s sort of the main antagonist of my cringe ass story…(life after death🤤) he’s also the childhood friend of the main character..(sebastian nachtnebel 🤫🤫)

HE DOESNT HAVE A PROPER FIRST NAME VUT I KNOW FOR SURE IM GONNA GIVE HIME SOMETHING STUPID…LIKE HERMAN..OR GERFRIED..)

((Krüger is a villainous main protagonist of Life After Death. He is Nachtnebel’s childhood and now scholarly companion, with his mind set on one singular goal; to Resurrect the Human Soul. No matter how twisted his methods are, nor matter how many he will affect.))

he’s around 20-25 because his age varies in every little snippet I write (no motivation or concentration to actually write a full fledged story ) and he’s Swiss..i thinj..or he’s German..one of the two 😭

and he’s like 5’4 (because i hate him and hope he gets pounced on by eagles)

((He is a slender, frail man of pale complexion and diminutive stature, standing at a measly 5’4”. His face adorned with moles and blemishes in seemingly random areas, also sporting a large birthmark on the bottom of his chin. His cheeks are described as gaunt, due to malnutrition, his eyes sporting dark bags because of sleep deprivation. To put it simply; He looks sickly, unwell. He isn’t exactly the pinnacle of Health. Which is awfully hypocritical, considering his desired career.

He has green eyes that look awfully bug-like in size, yet rarely show signs of life, usually devoid of any real emotion, only that same, cold glare. His hair is as black as a raven’s feather, and is cut short. (Too short, if we’re being honest. He cuts his own hair, why waste time and money at a Barbershop?) It’s also quite greasy, as he forgoes washing his hair in exchange for continuing his work, despite this; he insists on keeping a clean-shaven face.

His nose is upturned, giving the impression that he’s always looking down upon everyone and anyone, despite his small size. A pair of spectacles adorn his face and rest upon his nose, the silver of the metal frames often catching the light and glistening ever-so-slightly.

His hands, his ‘Instruments of Resurrection’ are smallish, the skin of his right thumb and ring-finger calloused in some areas from gripping either a pen or pencil too tightly while scribbling down research notes and thoughts alike, a small freckle also visible on the loose skin between his thumb and forefinger. His nails also seem to be chewed on, especially on his left hand. They do not tremble at all, as still as stone, which proves useful during his.. experiments.))

he’s not actually a fully fledged doctor yet..he gets people to call him Dr. solely for his ego 😢

he’s a real FREAK. he’s creepy, paranoid, duplicitous, borderline hysterical if you test him. idk, little freak. i hate him, I really do 💔, why is he like this. why are you like this, man,,

IM GLAD YOU ASKED 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔊

he had always been a bit off, having a fascination with morbid topics since the day he had attended his grandmothers funeral at the age of 8..

tldr because I’m too scared of posting all my yapping; he went on to study medicine, and was taken under a rather influential scientists wing to experiment with resurrection of the sort…until a failed experiment left him accused of said mentors murder

AND then once he moved to Octhiovh’zhux (good luck pronouncing that!! I don’t know how to either ❤️❤️) he heard the call, and since his mind’s barriers were weak from the stress and vulnerability from being accused of the murder of someone he viewed as a father figure; he was quickly made as a potential host (I need a name for these thangs..they’re not hosts but they’re half under the influence of the horrors’™️ whims) for the horrors™️. he was already considering starting experiments with deaths, though he was fully convinced by the horrors™️ to begin with it.

it devolved from a grief stricken curiosity to a inhuman obsession.

and so he drags down Sebastian (his beautiful dazzling assistant/j) with him on his little journey to achieve resurrection.

IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY I HAVE SO MUCH MORE BUT THUS POST IS SO MESSY IM CRYING WEEPING THROWING UP IM SORRY GANG..

i feel so cringe posting this,,why…😢

but anyway thank you…more will come…because this shit is my magnum opus ❤️

(‘“I know everything” mfs when i beam the entire secrets of the universe directly into their brain’…my handwriting is SHIT nobody interact…)

#oc yapping #oc #oc art #sort of???#tumblr user narrat3333d is yapping again #i hate him❤️❤️❤️#he’s a little freaky freak 😢

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