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starstruckbyacomet · 1 month ago

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Will They, Won't They?

What Could Have Been with Buck & Tommy's Break Up

Someone just argued with me that Tevan's break up on 8x06 "Confessions" had to be written THAT WAY, to keep the possibility of their reunion open.

I strongly disagree. Here's a better alternative plot for the break up, with the possibility of their reunion is kept open:

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Josh asked Buck not to judge the ones who came before him in pre-Glee world.

Buck: (Still upset) "It doesn't justified what Tommy has done to Abby. Abby was really hurt. I can't believe he's capable of doing something like that."

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Tommy picked Buck up for their movie date, then Buck told him about his relationship with Abby.

Buck: (Angry) "Why did you never tell me about Abby?"

Tommy: (Taking a deep breath) "It's still difficult for me to talk about my past, Evan. The things that happened to me... and things that I've done... were not great. I've meant to tell you everything. But I can only tell you little by little..."

Buck: "You hurt Abby! Right when she needed you the most! You knew her mother was very sick! I can't believe you could be that cruel! I thought I knew you!"

Tommy: "I didn't mean to deceive you. I'm sorry."

Buck: "That's not an excuse!"

Tommy: (Sigh) "You're right. You deserve a better person than me."

Silence.

Tommy: "I got to go. I'm sorry it has to come to this."

Slowly, Tommy gets up and walks to the door.

Buck: (Stunned) "Wa-wait, are you... breaking up with me?"

Tommy: "Yeah, I guess so. Believe me, I didn't see it's coming either. I knew that parking spot was too good to be true."

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Buck tells the 118 team about the break up. Their opinions are devided. Eddie and Chimney think Buck was too harsh. However, Bobby and Hen, who have struggled with their own past mistakes, couldn't tell Buck to forgive Tommy. In the end, stubborn Buck is still not convinced to forgive Tommy.

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Everyone's Acts Are Consistent with Their Characters

TOMMY: We never saw Tommy talked about his past in detail. In prior episodes, he only mentioned it in a very vague manner occassionally. Like, that he was not a good person under Gerard, his own father was similar to Gerard, and he was jealous to the familial-bond of the 118 team. Of course Buck was shocked after knowing Tommy was the one who treated Abby badly.

BUCK: Buck has always been fierce in protecting his loved ones. It's in his character that he couldn't easily forgive people who've hurt them.

BOBBY, HEN, EDDIE, CHIMNEY: They reacted to the news according to their past experience.

✅️ Audience could easily understand each of Buck and Tommy's point of views, and symphatize with them both. Nobody will blame Tommy for feeling not worthy of Buck. Nobody will blame Buck for being angry on behalf of Abby, and not forgiving Tommy so easily.

✅️ Abby's relationship with Tommy would have more weight than just to be a joke material for Maddie and Josh.

✅️ Nobody will bat an eye if Buck dates other people after the break up. Buck is disappointed and brokenhearted. He has put Tommy on a pedestal, and the real Tommy is a disappointment for him.

✅️ And throw the Lakers tickets scene out of the window!!! It indicates that Buck hasn't been honest to Tommy about not liking basketball, even after six months in the relationship. It only paints Buck in the bad light. Who the f–k thought it was a good idea??? 👿👿👿

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Buck Forgives Tommy

Someday in the future, the 118 is called to an accident involving a woman who need an immediate blood transfusion. She has a rare type of blood. The only person who could donate the blood in time is the woman's father, an old man who lives in a different house. The old man is contacted and agrees to donate his blood. However, he insists that his daughter should never know the identity of the donor. After donating his blood, the old man leaves in a hurry, and leaves his wallet behind.

Buck, who has been curious, offers to return the wallet. While being at the old man's house, he asks why the old man doesn't want his daughter to know that the donor is her own father. Feelling indebted to the firefighter who has saved his daughter, the old man tells him the reason.

Old Man: "I was a closeted gay man when I married my late wife, Rosie's mother. She didn't know at the time.... I was determined to be a faithful husband, but I couldn't. I cheated on her with men, a couple of time.... I thought I'd been discreet. But someone spread a picture of me embracing a man at my workplace. It might be a jealous co-worker. I had my suspicion, but I couldn't prove it. And all hell broke loose..."

Silence.

Old Man: "It's a different time. It made a big scandal. Rosie was fifteen at the time. She was traumatized. I brought shame to her, and to my wife. I had to quit my job. It took me a while to get back on my feet. My wife was shunned at the church, at the family gathering. And Rosie was bullied at school. We had to transfer her to a different school. She's always blamed me for it, rightfully so."

Old Man is taking a deep breath.

Old Man: (Holding back tears) "I shouldn't marry Rosie's mother. But I was lonely. And I didn't want to die alone. I should give her a chance to find a good husband, who could be a good father to Rosie."

Old Man: "In the end, I hurt my wife and my daughter. And probably, I will die alone anyway..."

And that's the moment when Buck forgives Tommy.

A Closure for This Arc

Buck asks Tommy to meet him at a coffee shop (yes, THAT coffee shop). Buck tells the story of the old man and his daughter, and apologizes to Tommy for not understanding him sooner.

If Tim wants them to get back together: Buck and Tommy are single. Buck asks for a second (third?) chance and Tommy agrees.

If Tim doesn't want them to get back together: Buck and Tommy are in relationship with other people. Tommy is dating a man of the same age, who understands the pre-Glee world. Tommy is happy with his new boyfriend. Then, Buck and Tommy go their separate ways with no hard feeling.

THE END

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That's how it could've been done better. Instead, we got the dumpster-fire episodes, where almost everyone acted out of characters! WTF?!?!

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cookies-over-yonder · 8 months ago

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the quiet he holds runs a river that'll never find home

Sklonda uses her spare key to unlock the door of Riz's office when he doesn't answer after the third time. He's passed out on his desk, much like she expected, but when she goes to wake him up she feels just how warm he is. She sighs, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. Of course he'd end up working himself into a fever at this rate.

title from Fireworks by Mitski

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Sklonda uses her spare key to unlock the door of Riz's office when he doesn't answer after the third time.

He's passed out on his desk, much like she expected, but when she goes to wake him up she feels just how warm he is.

She sighs, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. Of course he'd end up working himself into a fever at this rate.

The contact wakes him up, and she watches as his eyes crack open, bleary and unfocused.

"Ma...? Wha—wha—what time is it?" Riz asks, breathing faster and starting to tremble. "I miss... I missed..."

"Breathe, honey," Sklonda says, brushing away the hair stuck to his forehead and helping him sit up properly.

"Wha's going on...?" he asks, his eyes fluttering shut again. He reaches for his glasses with shut eyes, and Sklonda hands them to him.

"You have a fever, and you need rest," she says, helping him stand, "Let's go home, hon."

Riz doesn't protest, he doesn't have the energy for it, Sklonda suspects.

And then she's tucking him into her bed on Pok's side, and bringing him water, meds, and a cold compress for his forehead.

"'M gonna miss class," Riz whines, his eyes shut, "need to work... Kristen's campaign... aviation club..."

"What you need is sleep, honey. Everything else can wait until you're better," Sklonda says, kissing his forehead.

"Mm...m'kay..."

Sklonda leaves the room with the door ajar and calls Jawbone to let him know.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jawbone, it's Sklonda. Riz isn't gonna be at school today, he's worked himself into a pretty nasty fever."

"I hate to say it, but that doesn't surprise me one bit.

Sklonda sighs. "Same here."

"I'll let the kids know. They'd been worrying 'cause of his radio silence."

"Thank you. He's asleep right now, but if I'm not careful, I'm sure he'll try to sneak right back to the office. Or to school."

Sklonda sighs, thinking for a moment about how calling off work today is a huge setback money-wise, but she has to do what she has to do.

"I'll make sure to get all the work he missed from his classes and keep it ready for when he's feeling better."

"Thank you, Jawbone."

The call ends, and Sklonda looks back at Riz, dead asleep. He's got one leg under the covers, and one leg on top. His eyebrows are still knitted together in the way they always are when he's deep in thought—it reminds her of Pok—and his breathing is slower now but still slightly unsteady. His ears and cheeks are a deep green, and his tail is flicking back and forth beside him, occassionally hitting him in the leg.

She sighs. "What am I going to do with you, kid?"

She grabs a pair of pyjamas and sets them at the foot of the bed for him to change into when he wakes up, and heads into the kitchen.

Cereal doesn't seem like the best choice. It's not very filling, not for Riz. He needs something with more substance.

They don't have any meat. Maybe Sklonda could run to the store, but it's best not to leave Riz alone.

As she's in the kitchen trying to figure out what to feed Riz, she hears a sob coming from her room.

She rushes over, to find Riz curled in on himself, sobbing.

"Hey, honey, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Riz reaches his arms out for her weakly, his eyes shut, and she's quick to wrap him in a hug. He's still incredibly feverish.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

Riz nods, crying harder and babbling gibberish that probably doesn't even make sense to him. Who's this Baron?

"Okay, okay, it's okay baby, you're safe, I promise," Sklonda says, rubbing circles into his back as she shushes him.

Riz whines, before relaxing and falling back asleep almost immediately.

It's almost eerie, the way he just passes out like that.

Sklonda thinks the last time Riz got this sick was before he was ten. After Pok died, he wouldn't sleep, and he wouldn't eat, and he would only bury himself in cases to solve around the neighbourhood for weeks on end, and eventually it all caught up to him, just like it is again now, Sklonda supposes.

She tucks Riz in again, brushing the hair out from his face and the tears away from his eyes. She runs a towel under cold water to wipe his face properly, and then fashions it into a new rolled up cold compress for his forehead.

There's a knock at the door.

She gives Riz a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the door, and upon looking through the peep hole, she sees the other five members of Riz's adventuring party.

She opens the door. "Shouldn't you all be in school?"

"Where's Riz?" Adaine asks.

"We brought food!" Fig says, lifting up a bag.

"He's asleep right now," Sklonda says, letting them inside and leading them to his room.

The chatter must have woken him up, because Riz shifts to face toward them, his eyes cracked open just slightly. "Don't... skipping... go to class..." he mumbles as the Bad Kids approach.

"You look like shit, The Ball," Fabian says. Sklonda scrunches her face up at the nickname.

Riz hisses back, trying to lift himself into a sitting position with trembling arms before giving up and collapsing back down.

Fig puts down the bag of food and helps lift him into a sitting position, all while he continues to hiss at her.

"Chill, dude, I'm trying to help," she says, putting the back of her hand against Riz's forehead, "Shit, dude, what the fuck did you do to yourself?"

"He overworked himself," Sklonda says, grabbing the cup of water from the bedside table and helping him take a sip. From helping all of you, she doesn't say.

"Go to class, Fig," Riz mumbles, his head dipping forward and his eyes falling shut. He draws his knees up to his chest and buries his head in them, breathing heavily.

Sklonda sees Kristen cast a quick healing spell, which makes his breathing steady a little.

"He's right," Sklonda says, running her fingers through Riz's hair, "you should all be in class. Thank you for bringing food, we really appreciate it, but school has already started."

They all show varied expressions of anger and sadness at that.

"Riz wants you guys to go to school," Sklonda says, and Riz nods. "Come on," she says, leading them back to the door. They all grumble about being forced out, but they obey.

Except for one.

Sklonda heads back to the bedroom, and Adaine is sitting next to Riz on the bed, handing him her shockingly round frog familiar.

"Adaine..." Sklonda starts.

"My grades are as good as his, he doesn't need to worry about it, and neither do you," she says, and Riz nods, looking comforted by her presence.

Sklonda sighs. "Fine. You can stay."

Maybe this means she can go to work. Adaine is responsible enough.

"I've helped Fig and Kristen when they were sick before, so if you need to go to work, you can."

"I really don't think that I should put that pressure on you."

"We'll be fine, I promise."

"Alright."

Riz passes out almost immediately after saying bye to Sklonda, and Adaine watches as he shifts in his sleep, tightening his grip on Boggy.

She sends a text to Jawbone, letting him know she's staying with Riz while Sklonda is at work. He says he'll swing by after school to check on him and pick her up.

Riz had said before that he felt too sick to eat, just before Sklonda left, but Adaine told her she'd make sure he did, so while he's asleep she gets up to get the fast food from the fridge and prepare him a plate.

When she walks back into the bedroom, she sees he's awake, staring back at her.

"I brought you food," she says, sitting back next to him and helping him into his own sitting position, his back propped up against a pillow.

It seems like he's feeling well enough to eat, because he passes Boggy back to her and the plate is cleared in only a minute.

"Thanks, I—I'm fi... I'm fine now," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut. "I can go to school."

"You're staying here," Adaine says, passing him his water cup, and feeling his forehead. "The rest probably helped, but you're still sick, and you need more of it."

Riz whines, and then takes a sip of his water before passing the cup back to Adaine. "Where's Ma?"

"She went to work, remember?"

"Right," Riz nods, before looking at her quizically with bleary eyes, "Wait, shouldn't... shouldn't you be at school? When did you...? Wait... I remember."

"God, Riz, you really need to let yourself rest sometimes."

"Can't," Riz says, and he shakes his head, but then he freezes and holds it in his hands with a groan.

"Yes you can, and you will," Adaine says, brushing hair away from his face.

"I can't, I'm missing, missing all my clubs, and Kristen's campaign, and I... I... I need to..."

Riz trails off, and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, breathing faster.

"Riz, hey," Adaine takes his hands in her own and gives them a squeeze. "It's okay. It's not the end of the world to miss one or two days of school."

Riz is trembling now, and Adaine sees tears sliding down his face as his shallow breathing continues.

Adaine hasn't experienced it herself, but from her research, she knows that sickness can worsen anxiety. And Riz is already so, so, so anxious.

"I'm so... I'm fucking... stressed... Adaine... I can't, I can't, I can't do this..." Riz mumbles, curling in on himself and starting to hyperventilate.

Adaine swallows her shock at Riz's vulnerability—she knows he's not in his right state of mind, so it makes sense—and she's quick to hand him Boggy again. He gives Boggy a squeeze.

"Riz, I think you're having a panic attack, can you look at me?"

He lifts his head and looks at her with half-lidded, teary eyes.

"Okay, let's take in a deep breath," she says, doing an exaggerated inhale.

He follows along, opening his eyes wider and giving her the most intense stare.

"And now we breathe out," Adaine says, doing a big sigh for Riz to follow along.

He follows along, squeezing Boggy tighter.

"Now relax your jaw," she says, and he follows. "Relax your shoulders," she says, and he does. "And we're gonna keep doing deep breaths together, okay?"

She does a few more rounds of deep breathing with him, until he's back to breathing at a normal pace, and the shaking has (mostly) subsided.

"There we go. See? You're okay," she says, giving him a hug.

"Feel like shit..." Riz mumbles, relaxing further in her embrace.

"I know."

"Don' wanna sleep..."

"Why not?"

"Baron," Riz says, like it answers everything.

So far, Adaine understands that Baron is Riz's partner...? But not really? But they were clearly a lie, but then they became real...? She has no idea. But Riz never wanted to talk about it.

And asking about them doesn't seem like the best idea right now...

"Says 'm gonna die alone..." Riz continues, maybe sensing her confusion.

"When... when you sleep?"

Riz nods. "Nightmare."

"You're not gonna die alone, Riz, why would..."

Adaine trails off. Somehow it feels wrong, talking to Riz about this while he's sick. She thinks if he were well then he wouldn't say a word.

"Somethin' wrong with me," Riz mumbles, and Adaine feels her shirt getting wet. He's crying. "'M broken."

"Riz, wha—" she pulls away for a moment, to look him in the eyes. "You're not broken. I don't know why you think that, but it's not true."

Riz whines, covers his eyes, and lets out a sob.

Adaine wraps her arms around him again and hugs him tight, and he just cries harder. "I don't know what's going on in your head, but I love you, and I'll always be here for you, you're not gonna be alone."

She runs her fingers through his hair in what she hopes is soothing enough of a motion—it's always helped her calm down—and the sobs start to fizzle out.

And lo and behold, he's fast asleep.

Adaine wonders briefly how much sleep debt he has, and then brushes off the thought. Too scary.

She adjusts their positions so he's lying down with her arms wrapped around him, and Boggy in between them. Riz's ears twitch a little in his sleep, and his tail flicks back and forth, hitting her leg. A moment later, it curls around her ankle.

Adaine will make him eat more later, and maybe she'll ask him more about his nightmares when he's feeling better, but for now, she holds him tight, burying her face in his hair, and she's just glad he's getting some rest.

Because god knows he needs it.

#cookies writes and cookies wrongs #riz gukgak #sklonda gukgak #adaine abernant #d20 #fhjy #fantasy high #fanfic #hurt/comfort

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yakuzacanons · 1 year ago

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In dire need of anything Kiryu/Akiyama voice related thing with their s/o because good lord Akiyama's voice makes me turn into goop

SALUTES YOU solidarity, I also suffer from the disease known as kiryu/akiyama voice goop. Sorry for the long delay, I pwomise I am still alive and not dead. Here is your long awaited response, love u.

Kazuma Kiryu

Doesn't actually realize or doesn't understand that his voice is attractive. Several people, men and women alike, have told him he sounds cool but usually he's just like "...really?" in a low but surprised tone. Hostesses especially love complimenting his voice just to get this response out of him.

Having said that, he will just be confused as to your reaction to certain things he says or how he says them but eventually he will put two and two together without you having to tell him directly. He kind of gets flushed when putting it in practice on purpose, breaking eye contact and even blushing a little. Your reaction is worth it though and he gets more confident each time.

Our silly little Kiryu keeps things short, sweet, and stoic when he talks. Lots of cute praises, says things like "good job" or "I knew you could do it" with a gentle smile. Really loves either giving a classic, singular "wow" when stunned by your looks or getting kind of cheesy. Think 90's rom-com level cheesy. Somehow his deep voice makes it work though. He loves an up close speaking moment where he can whisper something that only you can hear.

Akiyama Shun

Opposite of Kiryu in that he KNOWS he has some rizz. Akiyama is one of the natural flirts out of all the boys so he kind of just uses his voice all the time when speaking to someone he's attracted to or in a relationship with. Once he finds out you're actually into that, it's all over for you because he will absolutely take advantage of that.

Bit of a smug bastard and enjoys occassionally making you ask him to say certain things that you like hearing. Typically he's pretty generous though and loves to sweet talk you, as he gets off on it just as much as you do. Confident with eye contact when speaking to you. Could flirt all day long.

The way he uses his voice tends to follow the pace of how you speak in conversation and he's pretty versatile. He can say a lot or very little and still get the same result out of you. Likes to say things like "Oh, really now?" with a little smirk on his face. If you're feeling flustered by something, he can be a bit of a tease and will say things like "Sorry, say that again?" just to get you even more flustered. He think it's cute.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #akiyama shun #kiryu kazuma #kazuma kiryu #shun akiyama

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godza · 1 year ago

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im too lazy to draw them so heres what other characters would look like as humans

i started a keroppi drawing but hes basically a strange nerd jock fusion. polo shirt with basketball shorts. nikes with tube socks. green bowl cut bc i dont know how else to do his hair. intense glasses prescription that make his eyes look huge. doesnt wear sport glasses bc he doesnt like the look but cant use contacts. i know this because we are besties

tuxedo sam is a fat guy with a mustache. always wears a bow tie of course he still owns 365. i dont want to keep the gay ass hat but i need to. i dont rlly have any other design facets he wears enough clothes already. but all of them are handmade by him which is a fact. can i just say i hate his fragraria knight no aspects of sam were in the design. sam wouldnt like him. yeah im on a first name basis with him were besties.

im not letting kiki and lala continue to wear those sacks. WAIT THEY ARE HUMANS. UM, NVM?

i think instead of humanizing retsuko i might design a fragraria knight for her she deserves one. her knight would be a creepy goth girl. classic goth not like kurode. everybodys scared of her but retsuko loves her they listen to music together. the knights scared of everyone but is total mush around retsuko. retsuko feels a little uncomfortable having a subordinate but occassionally gets a power trip and orders her around. she feels bad afterwards but goth girl doesnt care

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ramcharantitties · 2 years ago

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Jo bhi Mila de nazar iss nazar se, Bana dil phenkne waala

Sita's note- I cried and fought with Maa because I don't want to study accountancy and then danced for an hour as coping mechanism now I'm here to write smut heh

Ram x reader (nsfw)

Summary- ram's eyes were God's creation and you wanted to do nothing but lie with him and just stare in them. You got what you wanted, except he gave you something else too.

Often times when you woke up, your eyes would meet his shut ones, and it felt like the world has gone to sleep again. No lights, no sky, no rivers, no earth would ever be as beautiful as his eyes. The brown of his irises and deepness on his pupil, red veins often dark when he missed a night's sleep. You could travel the world, the seven oceans and cities full of stories, but no brown could ever be as pretty as those of his eyes. The wind passing through your hair, swinging the farms and dimming the candles were nothing but movement in front of his lashes. The flow of Ganga and godavari united won't move you as much as the tears from his eyes would. Your world began when you looked in them and ended in his eyes.

It was ten at night when you both finished dinner and cleaned up, ready to sleep. Yet the need to lay down and drift away was far from present in your bodies. You both laid down, and closed the lights. The candle by your bedside was the only glow available now. The way you cuddled was suggestive- you laid on his left side, your right hand under his head, occassionally massaging his head. He was laying on his stomach, his head turned to you. His right hand wrapped around your stomach, right knee almost on your abdomen. His left arm extended on the other side of bed, your left hand on his arm over you. And to fill your heart, you both were staring in each other's eyes.

Ram kissed the top of your nose, making you smile. You felt like the world stopped as you looked in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, asking you what's going on in your mind. You nodded your head slightly, enough to say no. You shifted closer, and captured his lips in yours, sharing a lazy, soft kiss. There was no rush in the movement, no rush in the moment. Even after you both stopped kissing, your lips stayed there, still. You pulled away when his hand wandered down to your bare waist, tugging you closer.

"Half asleep mood looks good on you" you muttered, and he smiled with you. Ram planted a small kiss on your shoulder. He looked at you for a second and sighed. "I've never felt this safe before" you mused at his sentence, turning your head more to him. "Never?" You asked, trying to lighten his mood. He went in a deep thought, and replied "maybe when I was younger, with my parents" he stated factually. You could feel Ram was slipping in his memories, but you were too selfish to let him feel the pain right now. "You know how you make me feel?" You asked, and he gazed in your eyes questioning. You could die from the way he looked at you.

"Turned on" you whispered and he chuckled with you. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered and you bit your lip, nodding. "But I feel too comfortable to move from this position or let you move" he said, and you shrugged. "Another time then" you said, smiling. Ram furrowed his eyebrows, his right hand rubbing your skin on waist. "Well I can't just not fulfill my wife's wish" he said, his hand slipping down to the skirt knots.

Ram maintained eye contact with you as his hands dipped in your skirt and underwear, your breath getting heavier. His fingers found your lips as he rubbed them slowly, making you impatient. "Ram" you said, and he shushed you. He rubbed your lips more, for a while, and very slowly traced the slope of your clit. You sighed, not breaking eye contact with him. He rubbed circles, slow and small, keeping you on edge. His lips traced down your cheek in the meantime, leaving pecks. He started picking up speed, moving right on on the clit. You moaned and shut your eyes at which he demanded to open them, to keep looking in his. You clawed at his hand, taking breaths. "Ram, please" a moan of his name left your lips as you realized you're close. He looked up at the clock, the thin needle ticking through from 9. "Hold it" he said, his pace undying. You, on the other, were having a hard time. "Don't " he said again when your hips buck up, as the needle passed 12. Ram heightened the pace more, just to tease you. You looked at him with disbelief, finding only harder to hold through. The needle passed 3. "Let go, come on" you heard his words and didn't hold back, gripping his hand with your body arching on the bed. A continuous chant of his name left your lips, making him proud in himself. After your body shook and calmed down, you looked in those eyes again, sensitive.

Ram pulled his finger up and you whimpered, as he slipped them down in your core with ease. You took a deep breath in as he thrusted in and out, your mushy walls gripping him. You threw your head back as the only name remained on your lips was his. "Feels good?" He asked and you nodded, gripping the pillow and his hair. Ram pushed his finger all the way in, curling at the spongy spot. A moan broke through you and he smiled, abusing that spot of yours. You thrashed on the bed, your chest rising and falling as you kept screaming his name. His rubbing didn't fade out as you shut your eyes and reached another high, feeling pure bliss. A wave of nothingness took over you as the only thing in your mind was the recent sight of his eyes. You calmed down and winced when he pulled out. You slowly opened your eyes, weak from the euphoria.

Ram's eyes were big as he sucked on his fingers, staring in your eyes. You looked away from shame smiling as you closed your eyes, only to Ram blow out the candles.

S/n: gotta bath now

Tagging: @budugu @rambheemisgoated @thewinchestergirl1208 @shreyalokesh @bromance-minus-the-b @juhiiiiii @adikavy @chaanv @chaotic-moonlight @aasthuu @tinysmallworlld @kashti15 @saanjh-sakhi

Special tags: @unmadana @filtercoffeeonsteroids

#ram charan #rrr #rambheem #rrr movie #rrr tarak charan #ghungru #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #fanfic #desi tag #smut and fluff #smut oneshot #oneshot #female reader #established relationship #imagine #fluff

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diedbutterflies69 · 3 years ago

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Cars- Bang Chan imagine

Contains: explicit sexual contact, chan as hot rich hotel owner, car sex, slight degradation, blowjob, fingering, etc

Minors don't interct.

Working in one of the most expensive hotels in the country was something you never expected. You were just a normal student who was struggling to meet deadlines and pay for tuitions and so doing many part time jobs. A law student washing dishes in random restaurant and drooling over food, observing the way those chefs used to work with wok , deep fried food, the process fascinated you so much. Even though you were familiar with cooking since a young age it was rather more like responsibility, a chore. And that's how you learned cooking by slowly observing the chefs and utube videos, as changing the entire career dreams at the last year was little too wild and impossible. But struggles eventually leads to happiness, the owner of one of the restaurant you used to work at got surprisingly close with you ,her name lucy a single divorced hot milf she thaught you many skills and tricks with cooking. Your last straw before quitting the law school was getting failed . And just like that a blessing in disguise. She noticed how dishearted you were and then decided to give you the greatest opportunity in your life.

Working in God's menu was every chef's dream, and Lucy made your dream come true. The owner and main chef of God's menu Bang Chan was close with Lucy and just by that using some connections you got yourself inside that paradise, but Chan was a total boomer with you, he didn't wanted to give you job at the first place as you lacked experience and knowledge but he valued friendships way too much to deny Lucy.

Chan was always hard on you, constantly making you work with him, teaching the mystery behind flavours, making you memorize foreign cuisine recipes, you sweared you didn't even struggled that much in law school as there was no one lecture you and expect from you. He acted all tough just to make you perfect and eventually became close, you fell in the pit of one sided love the moment Chan agreed to hire you. What you adored most about Chan was how he always made sure to not make you panic while being near fire, never told you to hurry while cutting vegetables. His this small gestures meant so much too you. And in span of 7 months that baby was finally your boyfriend. Chan was someone who followed his heart and just like that, he confessed in the most cheesiest way possible. And here you are today a great chef with lot of knowledge and a handsome, caring and loving boyfriend. 3 years of loving relationship.

"baby~~ " you said while hugging your boyfriend from the back who was too invested in making a 4 tower cake for his best friend's wedding even though he wasn't much experienced with baking whatever he tried doing was no less than perfection.

"yes, baby? Need anything?", Chan asked you. Even though you have been listening to his sweet honey voice since years it never failed to make your heart flutter.

"stop working now, it's 2:30 am let's go home now", you whined slightly tipping on toes and kissing Chan's neck. Getting a small hum from your boyfriend.

"just few more minutes babe", Chan said turning back and softly giving pecking your forehead . You huffed in response being too tired of your boyfriend's night owl tendencies, you went back to the table and singing a good night in most extra way possible. Chan just smiled at his girlfriend, he too wanted to go home and just cuddle with you but work was trash .

Finally looking at clock it was 3 :15 something, his work finally done. After cleaning up every thing,washing the dishes and shoving the massive cake into refrigerator carefully, Chan happily made his way to you. He too saying baby~ in most extra way possible, he was an true night owl no matter how much he worked at nights without you being by his side he wasn't able to fall asleep. A habit he picked up 3 years ago.

"get up, it's 5 am", Chan whispered into your ear while aggressively moving you to make you leave your dreamland.

"aggh, good morning the love of my life", you said slowly leaving your subconscious world. Even in slight unconscious mind you were flirty and cheesy.

"good morning, it's 5 A.M ", Chan again told you a wrong time just messing up with you.

"what the fuck", you yelled being angry on your boyfriend's crazy work habits , you were glaring at him till he bought his his wrist infront of your face . His watch reading 3 : 08 , being confused and worried for your wrong vision you looked at the wall clock that to read 3:07 am.finally realising you have been scammed.

" you fucking lier", you yelled at Chan for pranking you, but you were glad that he finished the work soon.

"heheh", Chan laughed, he was too cute for you.

"let's just go home", you said trying to keep a poker face, packing your stuff then gripping Chan's hand and walking out of the space.

Going down through the elevator, Chan unleashing his 50 shades enthusiast.

"What is it about elevators?" Saying this and immediately pulling you into a deep kiss, he tasted like chocolate probably from the previous cake flavours, his tongue feeling so good while exploring your mouth, one hand at the back of your neck and the other interlocked with yours. His lips always felt like heaven.

He broke the kiss as the door opened, he adjusted your hair and outfit and locking his eyes with you giving you a warm smile, fully a contradiction to his previous action. This man's duality always suprised you.

"let's go baby~", Chan said getting out of elevator with you, hands interlocked moving back and forth, if someone saw you both they would probably think that you both are possessed, smiling and jumping like kids finally reached the car.

"let me open the door for you", Chan said with a smirk while opening the car door for you , there was not a single human present in the parking lot, creepy vibes but perfect for your both future activities. Chan entered the car and stared at you in the most innocent way possible.

"what?", You asked him giving him the same innocent eyes.

"babe, the kiss made me hard", Chan admitted almost shamelessly his eyes pointing at his pants , and yes it was a great hot site too notice.

"will you melt, till we reach home?", You asked Chan looking into his eyes hands slowly creeping to his thighs dangerously close to the not so safe zone.

"I would rather burst here than melt till we reach home", Chan said holding your hand bringing it straight over his memeber, you blushed deeply at his actions.

"Come on babe, we had done Car sex multiple times", Chan said making you blush and wet down there even more. You got a little too needy as the memories of Chan fucking you ruthlessly on the back site of the car came to your mind. Your hand still palming his cock through pants.

"hop on the backseat", you said almost breathlessly, Chan smirking at your needy , horny State. You both went on the backseat to make a great mess over there .

"aaah" , you moaned loudly as Chan slapped your left boob while sucking your neck. His teeth never failed at marking you all over, his touch was heaven especially whenever he squeezed the back of your neck or roughly groped those boobs. Detaching himself from your neck he gripped your neck in an erotically painful way and forcing you on your knees.

"Suck, use that mouth atleast one time for a good cause", Chan said , his degrading voice mixed with heavy lust. Nodding at his words , without wasting any time you bought your hands to undid his belt and zipper . Palming him through his boxers and finally releasing it from all restraints, you slowly put hs cock inside your mouth, he was really really hard. A fucking long and thick cock he had, you not being able to take him even half way as the position was slightly painful but nevertheless you started bopping your head up and down and palming the remaining with your hands. His loud groans and moans indicated that he was satisfied enough, you increased your speed, occassionally hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper every time. He gripped your head as he was close , he started to move your mouth as he pleased making you gag non stop, it hurted but you liked it so much. " You feel so fucking good, all mine", Chan said breathlessly after a final thrust and empting himself inside your mouth, his cum feeling your mouth in escasty. You sucked off every single drop not wasting anything.

Chan lifted you up from the car floor and made you sit on his lap. You looking fully fucked out, with clothes misplaced and mouth dripping with saliva and his liquid , black mascara tears running down.

"My precious slut", Chan said while making his way to your panties, your jeans were already removed a long ago.

"you want my fingers? Hmm?" Chan said as his fingers were slowly entering your pussy , his cold hands making you shiver .

"yes please sir" , you begged voice laced up with pure desperation and needily grinding on his fingers and thighs. Chan smirked again at you.

"what you want more, my fingers or my cock?" Chan made gave you 2 choices both of them heaven.

"your cock, sir please" You begged again. He finally smiles at you pure ill intention smile.

"Since you are too good girl, I should give you whatever you want", Chan said and finally bought his cock towards your tight leaking cunt slowly entering himself inside you.

"ride", Chan said and you felt like being on cloud nine. Slowly moving your hips up and down in decent speed . His cock fitted so well inside of you, it was pure bliss for you.

But without a warning Chan bought his hands towards your clit and pinching it making your whole body jolt in overstimulation.

" babe,you are too good, so deserve my fingers too", Chan said with a sadistic smile.

It's gonna be a long morning.

#skz smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #bangchan #bangchan smut #skz #skz chan x reader #chan smut

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honeybunnybeez · 4 years ago

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Hey! Can you do a hybrid!c!Ranboo and a Ender dragon hybrid!Reader Platonicness pls - ✨Anon

Makeshift Umbrella (FLUFF) (PLATONIC!)

♡Ranboo x Enderdragon Hybrid!Reader

♡Summary: It was raining pretty badly and Ranboo had to get home quickly. You think you have a solution to this predicament of his.

♡Reader Description: Reader is Gender Neutral! For the sake of this story, the reader is a little taller than Ranboo.

Emerging from the cave you were mining in with everything you needed, you were surprised to see little Ranboo near the entrance, holding what seemed to be a grass block with a little rose on it. You wondered why he was there and planned on asking but the crash of thunder answered your question for him, it was raining.

"Ranboo!" Your voice echoed through the walls of the cave as you call out to him.

He jumped a little before turning to look at you, a relieved smile forming on his face as he quickly runs over to you.

"(Y/n)! You're here as well?"

"Yup! Needed some materials and finally found a good cave that had what I needed. You hiding from the rain?"

He nods, taking one quick look back at the raging storm outside.

"Yeah, I kinda wandered off further than expected and couldn't make it home in time. Thank god you're here though, I have company."

You laugh and ruffle his hair a little, watching the heavy downpour of the rain with him for a while longer.

You two catch up for a moment, talking about what was going in each of your respective lives and joking around here and there, making little structures with things ranboo's hands could pick up in one piece. You two made an impressive flower structure with Ranboo's grass block from earlier sitting prettily on the top.

"Oh shoot," he suddenly exclaims, "I forgot I have to feed my pets-"

"Did you feed them this morning?"

He starts to panic a little as he tries his best to recall if he did, "I-I don't really remember..."

Patting his back to calm him down, you look outside the cave to see the current state of the weather once again. The storm had certainly calmed down, but it was still drizzling slightly. You knew the endermen hybrid wasn't comfortable with water so he couldn't go out until it stopped, unless-

"Hey Ranboo, I have an idea."

"Y-You do?"

You lift up one of your wings high enough for him to get under it.

"I think this'll be enough to shield you from the rain. The cave isn't that far from the area you live in so we'll get back to your shack in no time."

"Will they really keep me dry?" He asks, a little skeptical.

"I've done this plenty of times with the other members, but we can take a small test if you're willing?"

He takes a moment to think, still a little hesitant about the effectiveness of it so you decide to message Techno about Ranboo's pets, asking if him or Philza could check on them for you. Before you could send the message though he speaks up again.

"Can we... stand under the rain first before we walk?"

"Yeah, of course, dude."

He lets himself get under your wing and you two walk over to the edge of the cave's entrance. You can see him start to tense up a little as the rain gets closer to the both of you.

"You sure about this Ranboo? There's no shame in backing away, y'know."

He nods, "Quickly- before I change my mind."

Without anymore time wasted, you and him finally step out into the rain. Ranboo shuts his eyes tight, preparing for any possible stinging, but when none comes, he opens his eyes back open to see rain droplets fall from your wing and drip onto the ground below.

"I'm not hurting!" He announces to you excitedly.

"You aren't!" You can't help but laugh as he looks around excitedly like he was in a completely different are. "Alright, let's head off quick in case mother nature decides to act up on us again."

You two take a rather peaceful walk through the rain together with Ranboo glancing around occassionally like he can't believe what he's doing.

"I've never walked in the rain before without hurting"

"Does it feel good?"

"It's a little scary still, but it feels amazing!"

"I'm glad to hear that."

The rain ended once you two finally reached the snowy biome and you could hear Ranboo sigh with relief once he steps foot on snow covered ground.

"Officially safe at last."

You let your wing uncover him and decided that it's best you return home too, it was getting super late after all, but first.

"You want me to walk you back to your shack, Ranboo?" You gotta make sure the kids safe, of course.

He shakes his head, "It's alright, I think I'll be fine. I know my way around here. If worse comes to worse I could always contact Techno."

You nod, trusting Techno and Phil to take care of him in your absence. Before you can wish him goodbye and leave , Ranboo cuts you off by letting out a soft, "Oh!" As if he forgot something.

"Give me a second, (y/n)."

He searches through his inventory before presenting you with the same grass block from before once again. He looks pretty happy as he shakes it a little in front of you, bobbing the rose up and down.

"Here! You can have it as a thank you for helping me. It would probably die in this biome and you seemed to really like it so I know it'll be safe in your hands."

You let out a little chuckle before gratefully taking the grass block, thanking him for the gift.

"You're welcome, goodbye then, (y/n)! I hope we can catch up again another time, preferably without rain in the picture."

You give him a little wave goodbye before you two begin to make your way home. You can't help but keep glancing down at the grass block you're holding, smiling fondly while thinking of where to plant it. Seriously, Ranboo was such a sweet kid.

A/N: Me, writing a parental reader? It's more likely than you think! Thank you so much for this request ✨ anon! I was planning on making a fic like this for a while but didn't want to use an actual umbrella for it. The dragon hybrid totally gave me the best excuse to make this. I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #✨ anon #c!/ranboo

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telli1206 · 3 years ago

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Well, since you mentioned it, I can't unthink it so... Jal + 18. A pool at night… with alligators ;)

😁 ok, finally fleshed out the full idea for this@hersilentlanguage

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"You call this...a pool?"

Mal toes her boot along the ledge, scrunching her nose as she watches the mud squish along the sole. She pulls back, casting an irritated sideways glance when she hears Jay's chuckle.

"Not a pool for us, Miss Priss," he teases, swatting at Mal's tongue when she leans forward to stick it out in his face. "Get that thing away! I swear I brought you here for a reason, ok? And it's not for swimming. Just chill out and let me show you."

"Show me what," Mal groans, slumping onto a tiny patch of grass. She draws her knees up close and tips forward, her eyes searching the black, murky waters in the massive...swimming hole? Just in front of them. A putrid rotten egg smell wafts through her nostrils and Mal can't fight back a grimace.

Poor Jay must be losing it if he thinks a place like this could be fun.

Jay tuts and shakes his head, as if he can sense her skepticism. "Stop fucking doubting me, just watch."

He grabs a rock and rolls it between his fingers as he peers intensely at the water. Mal almost snorts at his concentrated face, with just the tiniest bit of tongue jutting out between his lips. But before she can say a word he chucks the rock pointedly at the water. It flies through the air quietly, arcing just before it makes contact with the surface.

SNAP

Mal nearly shrieks when a massive set of teeth clap sharply at the rock, the form of a massive, muddy gator breaking the surface for just a second before sinking back down now that the potential attack seems to be gone.

"Fuck! That's insane!" She yelps, and Jay cackles at her wide-eyed expression, clapping happily.

"Told ya, little shit. Maybe you should trust me sometimes."

Mal glares at him, grumbling quietly as she picks up a rock of her own.

"Well maybe if you had ideas like this more often, I would," she retorts, grinning slightly before launching her rock at the water. She giggles at the satisfying snap that follows, the new gator jumping so high out of the water that it slams down onto Jay's and is forced to roll itself off while the other tries to buck him away.

"Not bad Mals," Jay admires with an approving click of his tongue. "I guess you don't really need any practice before we start, huh?"

"Start what?" She tosses another rock into the pool, laughing gleefully when a third gator's back slams into the rolling one.

Jay laughs and throws in a rock too, prompting another gator to jump over the first. "The game. Come on M, do you even know me?? It's time to make this interesting!"

"Oh yeah? So, what? Whoever gets the most gator snaps wins??"

"Exactly." Jay grins widely, raising a brow. "And now, we add the stakes."

"Ohhhh I like how you think!" Mal jumps upright and leans closer. "Did you have something in mind?"

"I had a thought," Jay muses. But he suddenly makes a fist and punches it at Mal after he hears her muttering something about smelling something burning.

"Fine, FINE! Share already!" She snaps, turning her head away to avoid flinching at his swing.

Jay purses his lips, curling them into a small smile. "The loser...has to pants the Gastons tomorrow. When-" he adds, poking two fingers at Mal's chest "they start harassing Blueberry and Brainiac for their homework. Like they do every morning," he hisses, annoyance flashing across his features.

"What, are you sick of just using them as punching bags?" Mal snickers, her eyes trained in the dirt as she starts to grab for more rocks.

"It gets boring," he agrees with a casual shrug. "And it’s fun to fuck with them. Can you imagine Third all pissed and trying to chase us with his pants around his ankles??"

Jay look at Mal, mouth clenched shut. They keep eye contact for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“You’re on,” Mal quips.

Jay pumps his fist sharply. “Yes! C and E are gonna love us.”

He scrambles on all fours to start scooping up the rocks around him, gathering up a pile on the ground and fisting rocks into his palms. Mal does the same, shuffling close to Jay at one point to bump his shoulder and cause the rocks in his hand to tumble out. He snorts and drops what he has onto his pile on the ground before shoving Mal backwards by the shoulders and letting her topple over.

Mal huffs and kicks at the dirt when she hits lands on the ground, knocking over his pile of rocks in the process. She scrambles away quickly before he can grab for her, backing herself up against a nearbly tree and plucking a rock from her fingers. She raises it high, poised to throw it, before she stops.

Jay tilts his head and watches Mal. She’s chewing on her lip now, unmoving, staring out along the water. She lets her hand fall, still clutching the rock, and Jay gives her a confused look.

“What?? Are the gators freaking you out all of a sudden? My...fear-full leader?” Jay teases, looking all-too pleased with himself.

Mal glowers at him, then holds up the rock in her hand to focus on it instead.

“No,” she answers casually, still looking at the rock. “I was just...thinking. You know how Evie always tells us she wishes we didn’t have to fight?”

“Yeah,” Jay agrees, smiling a little. “C does, too. Actually, he just looks like he’s trying not cry when he sees us fight,” he adds with a chuckle.

Mal laughs quietly, rolling the rock over in her fingers. “I bet they’d love if we just did something crazy like that. Dropping pants and just...make the Gastons fall over. They’ll look like idiots. I bet they just run off all embarassed and then we won’t have to throw a single punch.”

“Eves would LOVE that,” Jay admits. “You’d make her so fucking happy. And C.”

“They might even thank us. Or something.”

Jay shakes his head. “Nah, probably just give us a hug. Or...”

He glances at Mal and she quirks a smile at him. They sit in silence for a few moments, sharing occassional looks at each other as they carefully gather more rocks into their laps, slowly picking up speed with every passing second until their piles are spilling over and Jay leaps to his feet.

“Ok, winner gets to pants the Gastons instead. And...go!”

“Fuck you, Jay!” Mal shrieks, darting up and hurling rocks as she goes. “I’ll kick your ass!”

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obeymematches · 4 years ago

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💛 💜 💔 🎇 🥀 🎀 for Solomon pretty please?? 🙏🙏🙏 sorry if that's lots you can choose but I'ma request the rest anyway for later 🤭 tysm ❤️

hi anon!! thank you for sending in a request <3

don’t worry i got you i’m doing everything at once! mans need more love & content

EMOJI ASKS

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

I think he does but verbal ones aren’t very common & those are usually a bit too ambiguous. His hints really depend on the context at hand and you’ll need to read between the lines sometimes to grasp it.

Like if he wants to be more obvious he’ll ask you if you are free right now but the excuse he has for meeting you is related to your studies / work. (happens but it’s rare if it’s just because ‘i want to go there with you’)

Pay attention to his eye contact and body language though!!!! (like his body is turned to yours and he wants to maintain eye contact even if you are walking - also he’ll keep himself to your pace, not the other way around)

💜 What’s their favorite kind of gift?

Ok so random gifts definitely won’t work with him I think. If you really want / need to give him something make it as personal as it can be. (inside joke related, something in his favourite color if he has one, a picture, funny t-shirt, you know those kind of stuff)

For more ideas you could also give him something practical, like something he might actually use beyond it being a dust collector. (a mug, maybe a notebook, or something related to his occupation)

💔 How do you break their heart?

One sure way to do it is limit him with your jealousy towards his demons. I mean he is still making new pacts & he has to keep the relationships alive with the rest of them. It is understandable that you feel jealous at some point but this is something he won’t change.

Another way to do it is to pressure him into sharing ever secret of his / forcing him to be less mysterious. Just let him be, it’s less effort for you too anyways.

🎇 Are the feelings they have like a whirlwind or are they able to keep it under control?

He does feel many things and he is sure his feelings are strong but his control over them is stronger. He has enough experience to know if it’s too risky to be blunt about his emotions or not, so unless he isn’t sure you feel something too he’ll just quietly yearn in the background.

🥀 How do they act when falling out of love?

I think it depends on the situation. If he falls out of love because you break his heart then expect him to be a bit cold in return - he won’t ghost you (besides a couple of hours, 1 day at max) and when you hear from him he will tell you it’s over, straight to the point, no sugar coating it. He will only explain himself if he thinks you are worthy of an explanation (again, this depends on what happened exactly)

If you were good to him before and it’s not your fault this happened he’ll be nicer, having a lead-in talk for it and he’ll give you a proper closure. Unless you tell him not to he’ll occassionally check up on you afterwards.

Before it happens you can sense him keeping an emotional distance from you, like he is a man of many secrets of course but during the last part of the relationship he isn’t going to tell you nothing. (besides how his day was ‘nice’ and that’s about it) Don’t worry though he wouldn’t let this part of the relationship go on for a long time, like if he knows it has to be ended he is going to do it quick and soon

(though i also have a feeling he could just. disappear. maybe for weeks. only taking the time to have a talk and explain everything once he thinks enough time has passed for you to calm down about him disappearing & possibly started moving on. ig it also depends on what happened before and how your relationship was)

🎀 Are they likely to fall for someone first or is it the other way around?

Hmm. I think it’s him falling first. It’s just that... he is so mysterious it’s not so easy to trust him enough to fall in love with him for a long time, while he can usually read everyone like an open book.

Unless you are into love-at-first-sight it’s definitely him falling for you first.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #om! solomon #om! shall we date #om! headcanons #om! swd #shall we date solomon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me solomon hc #obey me solomon headcanons #om! hc

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potassium-pilot · 3 years ago

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Prompt 6: Avatar

“How do you stand it?” asked Estinien with a small growl in his voice.

“Stand what?” replied Aymeric curiously, unsure what he could possibly withstand.

“Having Dia in your house. Ever since I joined the Scions, she’s been a nuisance. I’ve not known peace. I’ll be on my own trying to eat, and she’ll appear from nowhere to sit down and interrogate me.”

The two engaged in a long overdue chat, borne from a request made by the Lord Commander to both Estinien (“Please, remember to stop by Ishgard sometime, old friend. I would certainly welcome a bit of catching up” Aymeric asked once upon a time) and Tataru (“I somehow doubt he’ll stop by Ishgard. Could I trouble you for an occassional update as you also provide for Dia?”) As an old friend, and one of the Scion’s most generous financial and supply contributors, she was more than happy to oblige, and even conspire to make him see the good Lord Speaker.

“The man will drown me in questions”, complained Estinien at the time.

“Who wouldn’t?!” Tataru countered, “It’s important to him, and as he’s a backer of the Scions, I would much rather keep him happy! Don’t you want to at least see your oldest friend again?”

And so he did. And so he found himself in the parlor of Borel Manor sipping on tea, sans birch syrup for the dragoon.

“How is she interrogating you?” Aymeric inquired.

“She’ll badger me with questions about the meal I’m eating and how my day is going, and make all sorts of strange quips. I don’t understand why either. She wasn’t like this when the four of us entreated Hraesvelgr, or even recently when we freed Tiamat and fought the lunar primals.”

Aymeric set his tea down on the table. “My friend, having experienced real interrogation, I believe you’re being rather dramatic.”

Estinien brought his gaze to his lap, rather embarrassed at the idea that he managed somehow to forget Aymeric’s ordeal at the Vault. It was never far from his mind, however. The image of his closest friend battered and bruised and the image of the knight who dared to protect Dia impaled by a spear of light haunted him every now and again.

“…perhaps a better choice of words was in order. Forgive me”, said Estinien meekly.

Aymeric released a sigh through his nose. “I can find it in my heart to forgive you…if you give Dia a chance. She’s not herself at work, and she’s trying to be herself with you, and engaging you in the longstanding pasttime of ‘welcoming you to a new place’ is a part of it.”

“How do you mean ‘at work’?”

“The Scions are as much employment as they are her second family. She’s rather singleminded in her focus when it comes to her assignments given by them. When no work is to be found with the Scions, it’s a very different story. ‘Twas much the same with the two of us once, and clearly, you’ve only ever engaged with her when she was working.”

Estinien harumphed and said, “Bollocks. You don’t become a different person just because you have a task at hand.”

“Really? Because I’ve watched you do just that.”

Estinien growled, but accepted defeat. He was right, after all. “Fine. I just don’t understand how she can be that chummy with the lot of us, then.”

“As I understand it, that group went through a rather harrowing experience together, a change from usually sending Dia into the harrowing experience alone.” Estinien couldn’t help but notice a tinge of resentment in his friend’s remark. Regardless, he responded, “From the meetings I’ve been dragged into, ‘harrowing’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

“Oh?”

“Indeed. The woman’s inhuman, Aymeric. No one could have survived what she did, yet she’s still here. I simply don’t understand why, and she refuses to explain.”

“Have you asked?”

“Yes, more than once. She simply doesn’t go into detail beyond what I’m sure you already know.”

Dia explained most of what transpired on the First to him after her official return when she managed to awaken the Scions. He was sure there was some sensitive information for Scion ears only that he couldn’t be privy to, but what was it that not even Estinien could know?

“And the other Scions know naught?”

“They mentioned that a wayward soul aligned with hers.” Ardbert, Aymeric thought.

“I’m well aware of Ardbert.”

“Ardbert?” Estinien shot back quizically.

“Aye, the Warrior of Darkness.”

“What in hells is she doing with a Warrior of Darkness in her soul?”

“Did they truly not discuss this in those meetings of yours?”

“Wasn’t exactly a topic of focus.”

“Fair enough”, Aymeric conceded, “At any rate, she’s incredible, is she not?”

“I’m still concerned she’s not saying everything she needs to say.”

“Hm, surviving impossible situations, refusing to discuss certain matters outright and going to great measures to avoid a conversation she does not wish to be a part of? Who could do such things, I wonder?” Aymeric faked consideration, enjoying teasing the dragoon.

“You’ve made your point”, Estinien sternly fired back, “I just wish she’d tell me what that bloody crystal does.”

“Crystal?”

Estinien raised his eyebrows at the question. “Have you not seen it?”

“No, I haven’t. What crystal?”

“There’s this strange yellow crystal that I caught her fiddling with, and when I asked about it, she hastily put it away and ran off.”

That concerned Aymeric, to say the least. What was she doing not telling him something? Not telling the Scions something?

“I’m telling you, something is off with the woman. Clutching crystals, carrying warriors of darkness in her soul- I don’t like it, Aymeric. Something’s wrong.”

Aymeric stayed silent. He was pondering just what she could be hiding. What piece was he missing?

“Speaking of, didn’t you say she’d be joining us?”

“She should have been here by now, yes. Why don’t I try contacting her? I’m sure she just landed herself into becoming a helping hand, as is her wont.”

In fact, Dia was hiding in the hallway near the parlor during that whole conversation. At first, she just wanted to leave the two of them alone for a bit, see how they’d do before she would walk in. Then, they started talking about her. They were going to demand answers, answers she couldn’t bring herself to give.

They were going to leave her once they found out, she just knew it.

She felt exactly one thing, and that was a desperate need to flee, escape from the hall before they could ask anything. She would leave them before they could leave her. Quickly, she teleported from the hall to the aetheryte in Mor Dhona.

“Did you hear that?” Aymeric inquired.

“I did, aye. Did someone teleport in?”

Aymeric stepped towards the hall quickly to investigate the sound of a teleportation spell. No one was in the hall.

“Maybe I misunderstand, but it could be that someone teleported out rather than in.”

“…that wasn’t her, was it?” Estinien hypothesized cautiously.

“I’m…unsure.” Aymeric put a hand on the linkpearl and attempted to contact her.

Nothing.

After another attempt brought no change, he decided to resort to the best person hunter in Eorzea: Tataru Taru. As she wasn’t available on his linkpearl, this required an in-person visit.

“I hate to cut this short, as I was the one who bid you come, but—“

“No need to apologize. I’ll come with you.”

The two teleported to the aetheryte in Mor Dhona and entered the Rising Stones proper.

“Oh, welcome, Lord Commander! And welcome back, Estinien. Did you two enjoy tea?” greeted Tataru cheerfully.

“Aye, for a while,” answered Estinien, “but I’m afraid we have a problem now.”

“Oh?”

Trying to hide his worry, Aymeric asked, “Did Dia come by here, per chance?”

Tataru shook her head. “No, I haven’t seen her since our meeting yesterday. I thought she was with you.”

“She was, but she had left the house earlier before he arrived to handle some leves, and promised to be back in time for tea. She didn’t come. I contacted her only to have my calls ignored.”

Tataru’s eyes widened.

“I’m telling you, it’s that hells-damned crystal and that Ardbert you mentioned” Estinien accused, “What else could make her act like this?”

“Crystal?” Tataru inquired.

“We can worry about the crystal later”, Aymeric responded, “Our first concern should be discerning her location.”

“Maybe you two should return to Ishgard, ask around and see if anyone’s seen her. I can send Hoary to ask around Mor Dhona and make sure she didn’t come by here”, proposed the lalafell.

“Not a bad idea”, replied Estinien. The two elezen teleported back to Ishgard, ready to begin a search. “I’ll take care of the asking, Aymeric. You should be there in case she comes back.”

“Estinien-“

“That wasn’t a request, Aymeric. Go home.”

*********************

They would get nowhere. They would never get to where she went.

Dia found herself in the Crystarium. The people happily greeted her as she walked through the settlement, but she could only return half-hearted sentiments. She was a bit distracted, after all. She settled on the Pendants as it offered peace and quiet while still fully assuring that no one would be able to contact her by linkpearl. The innkeeper led her to her old room, exactly as she had left it, minus the half-eaten food and Ardbert’s wandering spirit interrupting her respite.

She sat down on the bed, unsure what to make of what happened, of what she heard, of what Estinien was truly thinking. It was one thing that he was a bit grouchy about the way she would tease him when she was there. It was another thing to accuse her of becoming something completely different, of being inhuman. She’s not a monster, after all.

…right?

“I’m not a monster”, she said to herself, trying to convince herself that she was, in fact, as human as the rest. But that doubt still lingered. Beq Lugg said her soul was the densest soul she’d ever seen. Why would Emet-Selch have bothered if she were simply another “inferior being” as he put it? Where did Azem end and Dia begin? Was there ever truly a Dia? Was she technically Ardbert as well if that were the case? She flung her head into her hands, unsure what to make of any of it.

“You’re going to have to go back, you know.”

Ardbert’s voice rang through her head.

“Oh, what do you know?” she retorted to her eighth part.

“I was there. Whether you like it or not, I do see some things.”

“Try to see less, will you?”

“Would that I could.”

She sighed. “I’m well aware that I need to go back. I’m sure eventually, Aymeric is going to become concerned about how long I’ve been gone, as will the other Scions.”

“So what are we doing here, then?”

“You know what we’re doing here.”

“Ah yes, a completely rational, logical decision that only came after you gave it complete consideration and immeasurable forethought.”

She scowled at his disembodied voice. “Sarcasm is ill-becoming of dead men.”

“Good thing I live in you now. You have enough sass for two.”

She groaned, “What in hells do I tell them?” She put on a very saccharine, pleasant tone. ‘Hey, by the way, I’m eight parts of an amaurotine that was on the same council as Elidibus, Emet-Selch, Lahabrea, and all those lovely other people we’ve met that hurt all of you one way or another. I might have even been best friends with Emet-Selch, but don’t worry, I’m NOT an Ascian. I was one of good ones!’”

“Perfect, you already know your lines.”

“I’m not telling them that! That’s absurd!”

“What’s absurd is crossing time and space to avoid a conversation.”

She threw herself back into the bed and stared at the ceiling. “They hurt so many people, Ardbert. What would they think if I told them I was an ally?”

“I think somehow, they’ll figure out that you are two different people.”

“How can they figure that out when I’m not too sure myself?” Dia asked through tears.

“Simple. They wouldn’t give a damn.”

“How do you know?”

“Azem didn’t join them in summoning Zodiark and you didn’t actively try to kill them.”

Dia stayed silent for a moment. “Are we who we say we are, Ardbert?”

“We need to make a distinction here. I see Azem as a person who lived in the time of the ancients and served in their government. I see an ascian as a back-stabbing piece of amaro shite who serves Zodiark. Now other than that big gaping hole you left in Hades, you’ve never been a backstabber, nor are you amaro shite, and unless there’s been a massive change of heart that I’m unaware of, you definitely do not serve Zodiark. Now what do you think?”

She lied still, trying to take in the feeling of the bright linen beneath her fingers, the solidity of the ground beneath her boots, the smell in the air like fresh laundry and cookies. Slowly, she started pointing out the bricks on the ceiling and counting them. She lost her grip on reality, and Ardbert was helping with her return.

“I think I need to tell Aymeric at least.”

“If it gets us back to the Source, I’m all for it.”

She sat up once again, still barely tethered to her reality. This isn’t the first time she’s had an attack like this. Usually, they’re smaller, and happen when she tries to sleep, the result being nothing more than a simple jolt upward in her bed. When that meant her bed in Dawn’s Respite, she would get up and handle other business as she could to tire herself out. In Borel Manor, it was a much quicker process, in which Aymeric would quickly join her and calm her down, holding her until she fell asleep again.

He didn’t mind because she does the same for him.

As she slowly regained her composure, an incredible wash of embarrassment covered her.

“Did you imagine you’d be dating someone when you joined your soul with mine, Ardbert?”

“The thought crossed my mind. You talked about him endlessly. A man that looks like that? I could certainly think of worse prices to pay in exchange for saving my world.”

Dia chuckled.

“You could do far worse, anyways. I’m glad this Aymeric fellow’s pretty decent.”

“Yeah, me too.”

*********************

The hours had passed. The midday that let the two men enjoy their tea earlier gave way to twilight. Aymeric sat at the settee, doing anything to get his mind off of his missing Dia. Today was an off-day, yet there he sat with paperwork at the coffee table, trying to drown himself under amendments and statutes and arguments for the coming days. It did little to assuage worries, and may have even exacerbated them, but it was something to move his mind away from it.

“THE BLEEDING FIRST!”

The roar of the Azure Dragoon shook the foundation. Aymeric shot up and hurried towards the hall.

“My lord, you have a visitor”, announced the steward in a very tired voice.

“Thank you, Angelbert.” Estinien arrived at the doorway of the parlor.

“SHE WENT THROUGH THE BLEEDING RIFT AND NOW SHE’S IN THE GODSDAMNED FIRST!”

“Estinien, calm down! Where did you hear that?!”

“Tataru called me! Apparently, Hoary had a witness tell him she went east of the aetheryte, and the Sons of Saint Coinach confirmed it!”

Aymeric, stunned by the revelation, moved to sit down.

“You all right?” Estinien checked.

“So she just…left Hydaelyn entirely?”

“From the sounds of it.”

“And…no one else can get her?”

“She’s the only bloody person capable of traveling through the rift unscathed.”

He did nothing. He couldn’t do anything. If he looked at his work anymore, his brain would simply shatter. She went back to the First, of all places. Why the First? Why did she leave? What isn’t she telling him?

As if Halone had heard his thoughts, he heard a door close, and muffled behind the walls were the words, “Ah, there you are!” from the mouth of Angelbert. Footsteps drew closer to their location until finally, her appearance graced the doorway and Dia met her gaze with Aymeric’s.

“YOU!” Estinien shouted with the force of the Fury behind his voice. He marched towards the Warrior of Light and stared her down. “Do you know what kind of trouble you caused?! You made Tataru send out a Scion after you! You made me question all of godsdamn Ishgard before we found out you went off to the First! We couldn’t contact you! What in the seven hells were you thinking?!”

“ESTINIEN!”

Aymeric rarely yelled. Yelling was not his personal go-to outside of the battlefield. In his experience, yelling did nothing but fray emotions further. Sometimes, however, it was necessary.

Particularly now, as he didn’t want his friend screaming in his girlfriend’s face anymore.

Estinien turned around, still a little shocked to hear him yell like that.

“Please go. I wish to have a word alone with her.”

“But—“

“I will take care of this! Leave!”

With a blink, and a scowl towards Dia and her behavior, he eventually stomped off to return to the Rising Stones. Dia turned to Aymeric and asked meekly, “Are you going to yell at me too?”

“No. I will not yell at you.” He kept his voice calm despite a sea of anguish that brewed beneath him.

“Are you sure? You deserve it. I hurt you, didn’t I?”

“Even if I wanted to, where would we be if I hurt you back? All I want is an answer.”

Dia reached into her inventory, and pulled out something that glinted from the light of the fireplace. A small yellow crystal revealed itself in the palm of her hand. She stepped towards him and offered it for his inspection. Curiously, he took it and gave it a look.

“There. That’s what I’ve been hiding. Not even the Scions know what it does. I pray they don’t find out either.”

To him, it felt strange holding the chunk of crystal. There was definitely something strange about it, but he couldn’t pinpoint what. He met her gaze, and asked “Why?”

She sighed, and said, “Aymeric, you know me well enough to understand that trust isn’t easily given by me.” She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stop herself from losing her tether to reality once more. “I trust you. I wholeheartedly, unambiguously trust you. I tell you this for two reasons: one, because I want to tell you something that I need you to swear you’ll never speak a word of to anyone, not even Estinien.”

He nodded. She took a deep breath.

“That crystal holds my memories as an ancient, as well as a power I once held in that life that helped me escape from Elidibus’ clutches when I fought him.” He shot his gaze back at the crystal, as if it could tell him that she was joking, or lying. It said nothing. He returned his wandering eye back to her.

“Much like Lahabrea, Elidibus, and Emet-Selch, I was a member of their Convocation of Fourteen when I was whole, before that world became fourteen shards. I held the title of Azem.”

Before he could say anything, she had moved on. “Azem opposed the summoning of Zodiark and gave up their seat. Or I did. I think of all the things about this, that’s the worst part. I’m not sure where Azem ends and Dia begins, or if I ever truly was Dia for that matter. At any rate, that means that I once filled their ranks, and the ascians, including the one that corrupted the Archbishop, once considered me a…friend.”

He wasn’t sure what to make of this. He wasn’t sure if he cared. Azem was of a time well before him. Her past life was not what he cared about, but the life that stood before him now. The one to whom he owed so much, to whom everyone in Eorzea owed so much. The one that loved him, the one that he loved.

“That’s…a lot…”

“There’s a second reason I told you that I trust you. And that’s because I just broke your trust, and I’m sorry. I’m very sorry I did. I stupidly thought if you knew, Aymeric, you’d leave, and so would the others. I panicked, and-“

“That’s why.” He interrupted, something rather unlike him, but he felt it was his job to stop spirals before they could begin. “You overheard Estinien, didn’t you? We heard the sound of teleportation in the hall.” She nodded.

“Look, what you once were in millenia past is of no importance to me. You joined ranks with ascians in a time long past, but you are most assuredly not an ascian.” He placed his hands on her shoulders calmly. “You are Dia Sito, no matter what anyone says. You are my partner, you are a scholar, a master culinarian, a weaver with skills second to none, and so much more to so many. You have defined Dia Sito to all of us. None would know of you as Azem, regardless of what you were told on the First. You, Dia Sito, are not an ascian, have not conspired with ascians, and have no plans to serve Zodiark…unless there’s another thing you have refrained from mentioning.”

She let out a laugh through her nose. “No, that’s about it on secrets.”

“Good. Now come, sit down.” He gently kissed her forehead and guided her to the settee with an arm around her shoulder. “I also need you to understand that your past life having engaged with paragons is not sufficient grounds for me to leave. I’m not going anywhere.”

She took a good look at him, and he at her, before the two leaned in for a quick kiss.

“I owe Estinien an apology as well, don’t I?”

“Perhaps, but I believe he owes you one as well. Go at your own pace, Dia.”

“I will. I can’t say I won’t be walking into a death trap the minute I walk into the Rising Stones.”

“You fear Estinien will have a second wind?”

“No, that Tataru will have a first wind.” He chuckled. “Estinien is nothing compared to the wrath of Tataru Taru”, she said, meaning every word behind it.

“I imagine the lot of them might have something to say of this.”

“Yeah, you’re right…” she stood up, “I should probably—“ He grabbed her wrist gently, and told her with a smile, “They can wait.”

“I need to tell at least one of them that I’ve come back.”

“You do have a linkpearl. I would recommend contacting the one least likely to enter into hysterics.”

Alphinaud, she thought.

“Very well.” She sat back down next to him, and placed a hand on her linkpearl.

“This is Alphinaud.”

“Hi, Alphinaud, it’s Dia.”

“Dia! Thank the Twelve! Hoary said you’d run off to the First. What happened? Are you quite all right?”

“Am I alive and kicking? Yes. Am I all right? I’ll need a minute to get back to you on that.”

Alphinaud sighed in relief. That was Dia all right.

“I’m surprised, Alphinaud. Was Estinien not in a tirade upon his return to the Rising Stones?”

“He slammed the door behind him on his way into Dawn’s Respite, but that’s nothing too unusual. We tried to ask him of your return, but he ignored us. Why do you ask?”

“Uh, let’s just say he and I didn’t exactly exchange pleasantries when he saw I came back.”

“Ah.”

“Anyways, I’ll return to explain myself tomorrow. I just wanted to let someone over there know I’m in the Source and in Borel Manor.”

“Mm, I understand why you came to me now. Very well, I shall disseminate word of your arrival to our comrades. Thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course. Thank you for not shouting at me.”

He giggled. “Any time.”

“Good night.”

Little did she know that the minute Alphinaud exclaimed her name, all the Scions except for Estinien gathered to listen to the call.

“I feel better, I think”, Dia told Aymeric.

“Very good”, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Sorry for ruining your tea.”

“Think nothing of it. We’ll have more where that came from.”

She gave a rather sad smile. “Stop being so good about this. I don’t deserve it.”

“You deserve anything I could ever give. I only wish my love were enough.”

“It’s more than enough, it’s more than I’m even worthy of, my dear.”

For a moment, there was a flash. A black robe covering her arm, a black mask in her hand, and a different room appeared before her. As she turned her head, a familiar face that Dia never met before looked back to her with a wry smile on his face. In that same moment, it returned to the soft and gentle smile of Aymeric de Borel, with blue eyes shimmering as he looked into her soul itself, it seemed. She didn’t even realize until that moment that she clutched Azem’s crystal like her life depended on it. She released it quickly, not wanting it’s influence at that moment.

“I’m so tired”, she said, swallowing tears.

“I know.”

“I don’t want this.”

“I know you don’t.” He reached around her shoulder and pulled her into him.

“I’m so lost”, she said, the tears releasing.

“Then I’ll help you find your way.”

“Can you do that?”

“I’ll be damned if I don’t try.”

She had nothing more to say. Only sobs came from her. Azem weighed too heavy, and she only held eight parts. Dia lost her tether after that flashback. Aymeric had a rope for her to use instead to pull her back. She felt his heartbeat, his breathing, his warmth, the fabric of his shirt, of the settee, then tried to count the symbols that made up his wallpaper through tear-soaked eyes. Slowly, she regained control of her breath, the sobs reigned in, and the tears less poured out and more trickled. It helped that he was there to gently rub her back. It was soothing, to say the least.

“I’m sorry about this.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, my love.”

She took the crystal and placed it on the coffee table to avoid the risk of clutching it once again. Now that he knew, she had no need to hide it on her person.

“May I ask why you carry it then? If it burdens you so, it seems imprudent to keep it on.”

She shook her head. “For whatever feelings I have about the ascians, about the whole of Amaurot…that is a part of me. It feels wrong to keep it away.”

“Such is the burden of knowledge, is it not?”

“Now that it’s there, I can never truly remove it. I would rather try and learn from it as much as I can. I feel I owe it to them.”

“To the ascians?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“No, to Amaurot, and to history. I’d be a terrible scholar if I didn’t try.”

He let out a light laugh, and looked to her. “Even the best of scholars need a break from their tomes.”

“I know. So I’ll lay it there for now.” She let out a scoff of her own. “‘Tis strange, I feel as though I might as well have said, ‘I’ll lay my arm here.’”

“It’s that affixed to you?”

“To an extent. That is me after all.”

“In an incredibly detached sense, yes. Mayhap you should leave it alone for a while. Return to it another time.”

She let out a long breath through her nose while she stared at it. Aymeric took the crystal in his hand, feeling the strange sensation once more, and stood up. “If it’s quite all right with you, I’d like to place it in a drawer upstairs. When the time comes that you need it again, you’ll be able to access it with ease.”

As attached to it as she became, he was right. It did no good for her to obsess over it. She nodded, stood up and followed him upstairs.

Everything that made up Azem sat in a drawer in the master bedroom for quite some time. Dia still felt conflict in her soul, but it did much to separate her from further flashbacks and keep her grounded in the world as it is now. Amaurot, the Convocation, the Final Days, they laid idly by as Eorzea, the Scions, the Grand Company of Eorzea, and the looming threat of Fandaniel and his own machinations took priority. Of all times for her to place the crystal aside, it was when the knowledge was needed most. If she didn’t, however, the knowledge threatened to consume her. No, it was for the best. It needed to be away from her ever-growing curiosity.

That is, until the time came that she could no longer sit by in Eorzea. The crystal saw light once more and took it’s place with Dia when the world needed her.

#otherwise known as the girls got an identity crisis #ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #aymeric x wol #aymeric de borel #estinien wyrmblood #tataru taru #stakey can’t stop writing about these two ahhhhh

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thechangeling · 4 years ago

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The Day The Earth Stood Still:

Yes this is a movie title. No I do not care. This is Ty's pov from the kitty meeting in LM. Btw I reread that scene for accuracy and I was not emotionally or mentally prepared for that. Parts of this are taken from the book. Enjoy.

Julian and Emma had sidelined Ty from the investigation, insisting that it was too dangerous. Ty was absolutely livid. This was the very first murder mystery that the LA institute had ever been involved in in his lifetime and now Julian wanted to leave him out of it because he was supposedly too young.

It was completely unfair. Julian had always been hyper protective of all of them ever since the dark war, which made perfect sense, but Julian and Emma were only two years older then Ty and Livvy.

Livvy didn't seem to mind as much as Ty which is why she was so eager to cover for him when he told her that he was going after Emma and Julian. Not only did he not appreciate being left out, but he was concerned for their wellbeing and wanted to provide backup.

Now Ty had snuck into Johnny Rook's basement which appeared to be completely pitch black. Thankfully Ty had brought his witchlight. He had plans to search the basement first and then move to the upstairs without being detected. Ty was quote good at moving around without being noticed. Stealth was a key component for any shadowhunter, but he had taught himself to be invisible and small at a very young age in order to avoid other people.

Ty was so caught up in his day dreaming that he almost didn't see the figure moving over by the stairs. Before Ty had any time to think, he was reacting on pure shadowhunter instinct. Ty lunged towards the figure, pulling out a dagger with his right hand and shoving the person towards the wall.

The witchlight illuminated the person in front of him. He was a boy about Ty's age, shorter then Ty with unruly blond curly hair and California tanned skin. Ty pressed the point of his knife to the boy's throat, but not hard enough to draw blood. Ty was focusing on keeping the potential threat subdued while still avoiding his gaze in order to avoid eye contact.

However something told Ty that he wasn't much of a threat. The boy had no runes or markings that he could see. The boy was most likely a mundane. Ty was trying to focus on the task at hand but he found that his breathing was becoming slightly erratic and and odd tingling sensation spread across his skin everytime he looked at the boy. There was this inexplicable need to meet his gaze, to look him in the eye even though he was a stranger. Ty gripped the knife even harder.

He focused in past the boy's shoulder at the wall behind them. "Who are you?" Ty asked. "You're too young to be Johnny Rook."

He still didn't fully trust himself in this moment. He didn't even trust himself to look in the general direction of the boy's face.

"No I'm not," he said softly which caught Ty by surprise. He caught a glimpse of thin rosey lips forming into a smirk as he clocked movement at the end of his arm. Ty glanced at his face. The boy appeared to be mocking him, Ty knew that look. However for some strange reason it didn't effect him the same way it usually would.

Ty just watched his mouth and forgot to breath.

"Go on," the boy teased. "Figure it out."

Figure it out. Right. That was why Ty was here. It was what Tiberius Blackthorn was best at. Except Ty couldn't focus. He couldn't think. He couldn't breath. The other boy's voice was smooth and silky, like the kind of voice that was perfect for singing soft lullabies. It was beautiful.

Well that was something Ty certainly had no intention of processing at this moment. Perhaps in a few years or so.

Ty was suddenly extremely grateful that he had a very neutral looking face that didn't betray much. It was one of his mysterious gifts. He could be panicking or fantasizing and his face would remain passive and relaxed.

He pulled himself out of this confusing haze and studied the boy, thinking. Then suddenly it dawned on him.

"You're his son," Ty said pointedly. "You're Johnny Rook's son." Ty felt like he had been dunked in cold water. He could feel himself scowling slightly at this realization.

The other boy must have noticed this because he glared at Ty. Before Ty realized what was happening, he jerked away from Ty, away from the dagger and kicked out. Ty should have been able to dodge it easily. If he hadn't been so distracted earlier, it wouldn't be a problem. Ty spun out of the way, but was still kicked in his side.

Ty instantly grabbed his side and cried out, partly in pain but also in anger. This mundane should not have been able to land a hit in him. Even on his worst days. This boy was beautiful, but just like many beautiful things in nature he was also dangerous.

Ty had dropped the witchlight, so without being able to see, he shoved forward in the general vicinity of where he thought the other boy was. When their bodies slammed back against the wall, Ty realized the noise they were making could probably be heard from upstairs.

Ty grabbed whatever material he could get his hands on, shoving the dagger back against the boy's throat. "Be quiet," he whispered, partly as a reminder to himself as well as a message to the other boy. If Juilan and Emma found him he was screwed. "Be quiet!" He hissed again.

Suddenly there was the banging sound of footsteps on the stairs and the lights came on in a shock of sensory hell causing Ty to blink rapidly.

Well shit.

"Tiberius Blackthorn," Julian scolded. "What on earth are you doing?" He looked furious. Angrier then Ty had seen him in awhile. But Ty refused to relent. He kept the knife at that mundane's throat. He could feel the boy's eyes on him, glaring daggers.

"Ty," Julian said again, bringing Ty's attention towards him. He looked pissed. He sounded pissed. Emma just looked concerned which made Ty even angrier. Why were they upset? He was helping!

"Ty let go of Johnny Rook's son," Juilan said sternly. Ty ignored him. He occassionally had difficulty taking orders. Ty hated being told what to do.

Ty heard the boy ask how Julian knew who he was and as they began to argue with Emma butting in once awhile, Ty tuned them out. He went back to staring at the boy who then looked him directly in the eye.

Their gazes met and for a moment Ty could have sworn his heart stopped beating. He swolled down a sharp exhale of breath as he stared, transfixed into the other boy's eyes. The sounds of Julian and Emna's voices faded into nothingness.

His eyes were blue.

They were a bright baby blue, sort of like the colour of the sky when it was sunny out, but not too sunny. He looked like he was trying to look angry and intimidating, but staring into his eyes, Ty saw a strange softness. Innocence of a sort. Ty's fingers twitched, aching for something to fidget with. He felt the dagger loosen slightly in his hand.

His eyes were blue.

Ty registered commotion from behind him on the stairs, and shouting. Johnny Rook had arrived and was yelling at Ty to let go of his son. Ty heard him call his son Kit.

Kit. It suited him.

Kit's eyes were blue.

The perfect kind of blue.

@ti-bae-rius @irene-blacxthorn @dianasarrow @doitforthecarstairs @flynnsupremacy @jazzkaurtheglorious @waterlillies @zfoxdraws @julieandthefandoms @older-brother-kit @stxr-thxif @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @lxcieherxndale @autumnangel20 @ilikebooks8

#tda #the dark artifices #tsc #kit x ty #kitxty #ty blackthorn #kit herondale

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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I am a firm believer that Childe is indeed younger than Keqing and has no form of respect for her regardless.

It’s moreso a form of me establishing that the Keqing is a short adult in her mid to early twenties who has to inevitably deal with the constant neck pain she gets from having to look up at her co-workers just to make eye contact. She curses either herself for it for never growing an inch or curses everyone around her or, well, both. Regardless, she can occassionally be found in her office stomping the floor and feeling like the battle is her against the world LMAO

As a side note, I loved the little headcanons of the boys as children you included! It was a different thing that would’ve never came to mind otherwise. While I’m totally ride or die on the “four men accidentally hire themselves a babysitter and a daily slander machine (she does it out of love)” train, I do appreciate different variations to the idea.

Oh and seeing myself on the anon list makes me feel a bit warm, it feels like I’m being acknowledged as family for crashing this wonderful blog with brainworms lmaooo— on a much serious note, I really appreciate hearing me out whenever I have an idea or two to share.

Sincerely, Keqing harem brainrot anon

(I felt like using a dash was too orthodox, and these are basically my mini love letters to you for being an overwhelming amount of seretonin, so I figured why not give it a little twist)

Minor Spoilers for Character Backgrounds

I wrote some more on this here: Genshin: Royalty AU HCs

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FUCKING CATCH ME CRYING IN THE CLUB AS I HOLD THIS PRECIOUS ASK IN MY HANDS. I THOUGHT YOU DIED. I WAS SO UPSET. REMEMBER THAT ANON ASK THAT I JUST REPLIED TO WHERE ANON FELT LIKE THEY WERE COMING HOME? THAT. THAT IS HOW I FEEL RN.

Yes. I know anons have lives outside of tumblr. Am I a parent penguin now? Yes. Yes I am. I’m fucking crying, it does feel like I’m seeing my family again.

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Out of all the “adult” genshin characters, I firmly believe Childe is the youngest. He is just hovering that adult status because of his height. Can I also say how much I love that the “culturally insensitive white boy” idea came from people on twitter getting tired of Chili fanart where Childe calls Zhongli “sensei” even tho the mans Chinese?

Speaking of short people, and because I will never shut up about this, XIAO IS 5′2. Ty for coming to my ted talk. I can literally astral project and visualize Zhongli being Keqing’s boss or co-worker that’s super respectful - but lowkey a bit slow because he keeps forgetting his wallet and Keqing is too nice to leave him without lunch - but when he’s spitting facts about the ancient art of ink blocks she’s cursing him in her mind. Why is this man so tall?? She can feel the neck muscles in her neck crying out in pain that when she finally relaxes and stares forward rather than upward, she get’s a killer cramp and ends up dying on the floor (I HATE THAT FEELING BTW). She’s out here googling ways to grow taller after puberty and chugs milk cartoons like it’s air.

This is why I absolutely love sharing ideas with others. There is so much food to be brought to the table so I always try and encourage others to share their ideas. Plus it let’s me get my over-active brainworms out haha.

I just love the dual personality of younger vs older genshin characters. We got to see a little bit of young Diluc in the manga (pls..I know it’s completed but crumbs. I beg of you) where he was this starry eyed and friendly knight attitude. Actual sweetheart. Your typical childhood boy next door type of vibe that was sweet and polite but was a lot smarter than he looked. He has a pet turtle (or tortoise?) and I find that so cute. I can totally see Diluc being hard working to make his father proud but also slacks hard and watches his turtle awkwardly eat a strawberry most of the time haha. He would both die for his turtle and go to war for it. Honestly, I just love the idea of child Diluc being a bit of a slacker compared to his older self, who is trying to speed run his life.

As for Kaeya, I’m going to say this now. I fully believe in the art of shy and quiet Kaeya when he was a child. It makes sense in terms of the lore since he was basically shoved into an unknown world and all alone. Poor guy probably has a lot of insecurities and is super standoffish to happy and loud children his age. He might come off as rude but he just doesn’t know how to socially interact. As sad as this may sound, he probably mimics other children as his way of expressing emotions. Since he spent most of his time with Diluc, he probably tried to mimic Diluc’s mannerism to try and fit in but Diluc is smart and caught on. It was actually a really wholesome connection of Diluc trying to help Kaeya express himself rather than copying others. Until well, the incident that separated them.

Complete side note since I know we’re talking about a modern au but: I know I’m stretching this super thin and this doesn’t hold up in the lore at all but I really like the idea that Kaeya is secretly the Prince of Khaenri’ah and Khaenri’ah is a code word for the Abyss. This is basically me saying I want the Abyss mages and Kaeya to actually get along but due to moving in with Diluc’s family and the world’s view on monsters. He has to talk and play with them in secret. I think it’s kinda cute haha.

As for Childe, actual angel. Have you seen Teucer? Who is this pure innocent soul and what the FUCK happened to create this Grade A Brat? He got too many vitamin gummies and became a gorilla. I mean, both younger and older Childe would walk an old lady across the street but only older Childe would then try to 1v1 the old lady. I’m actually crippled by the idea that Childe used to be this scrawny kid that decided to bulk up due to deep insecure attitudes towards himself or protection ideas for his younger siblings. Fighting became a need to survive and he hated it at first until he met his Master and found the fun in it because it was his way of having control of a situation. Though of course, while this man has two braincells, he’s still sensible. Childe may be a clown but he’s a good big brother.

Then there’s Zhongli. In my mind, he was basically like Kaeya. Probably came from royalty as well. He didn’t know how to express himself except his boy was actually hollow. A complete husk of a person that was just doing what he was told to absolute perfection. That was until Guizhong, who I completely headcanon as someone older than Zhongli and acts as a sister figure (fucking fight me), grew concerned for this poor child and tried her best to teach him how to have fun. That there was life outside his studies and duties. While it didn’t work out perfectly and Zhongli is still a bit slow on the uptake, he genuinely is thankful to her and her help. I can see him have a little notebook of all her advice and teachings - heck, drawings of human emotions - that he sometimes has to turn to because he’s lost. (why..do i keep making Zhongli’s part so sad).

BUT ASIDE FROM MY BRAINWORMS. “Four men accidently hire themselves a babysister and a daily slander machine” IS SUCH A CONCEPT. I want them all to have the worst habits. Childe LICKS the yogurt peel in front of Keqing slowly because he knows it absolutely disgusts her, Zhongli eat’s his sandwiches vertically, Diluc blends coffee with 5 hours energy and doesn’t tell anyone (so everyone has the worst hangover 3 hours later because they all leech off each other), and Kaeya, for the love of god, cover your tit window. It’s too early to get arrested for public indecency.

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I’m happy my anon list made you feel fuzzy 💕💕. I’m probably missing a lot of anons on that list because I have the memory of a goldfish so I just listed the ones I could remember. Since you know, you’re some of the few that came back to talk to me which I honestly really appreciate. I know you all have lives outside of this small blog so it does make me really happy seeing you all come back. I’ve mentioned it before but don’t be afraid to chat with me about anything, doesn’t even have to be genshin^^ but I absolutely love the stuff you come up with.

I never thought of an anon list acting like a family acknowledgement (more as a literal list) but I’m fully on board with that. I went back to my older anon asks to see if I missed anyone (and I probably have since the tumblr search tag is garbage) but I hope they are all still around on this blog and wanna drop by to say hi^^

I’m going to go change my anon list to pengu family because holy fuck that’s cute. But with that said,

Welcome back home keqing harem brainrot anon!

#keqing harem brainrot anon #welcome home #the double take i took when i saw that signature #i still love that name #"-these are basically my mini love letters to you for being an overwhelming amount of seretonin -#y-you can't just attack me like this #um wow okay #um let me just bask in what happiness feels like for a hot minute #oh no im gonna cry #...yo no I FEEL SO EMOTIONALLY VUNLERABLE RIGHT NOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME #this was...really sweet #my serotonin levels have completely peaked for the next year #super duper big mwah #lovely anon #anon ask #i have noodles #im going to go cry in them for a hot second

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gravesightings · 4 years ago

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So, I see very little content with trans women so I wanted something like the slashers are dating her but they never had sex or saw her naked and she tells them she's trans, she's very nervous and scared about it. How would they react? For Asa, the Sinclair twins, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba and Brahms (Again, if you don't feel comfortable or is scared to do something wrong, anything like that, it's super ok if you don't want to do it, i totally understand 😊😊). Have a great day!! ❤

sorry it took so long but I wanted to make sure I did this justice!! hope you like it! kiss kiss. 💕

slashers reactions to: their s/o coming out as a trans woman

asa emory / the collector

listens attentively and is very patient with you overall. when he sees how nervous you are, he would automatically turn all his attention to you. he doesn’t have much of a reaction – just gives you a curt nod in response.

not the most talkative so you don’t have to worry about him flooding you with questions. unfortunately this also means he’s not very good with verbal reassurance.

but hey, he’ll make up for it by taking your hand in his, gently rubbing them with his thumbs. feel free to wrap your arms around him and he’ll do the same.

you definitely won’t be seeing any of it (yes, he’ll make sure), but he’ll do his research. anything and everything about trans women: coming out, dysphoria, transitioning. he’d be a little disappointed in himself for being so in the dark about it.

much more careful. he’ll try his best to be affectionate with you without coming off too strong. before he usually just leaves you alone to do whatever, but recently he’s been making a conscious effort to spend more time with you. wordlessly pats on his lap and opens his arms. a little awkward but just wants you to feel more comfortable around him.

bo sinclair

would immediately sense your unease and try to force it out of you. not the best to approach with this kind of thing. bo would be the type to assume the worst right off the bat - so are you cheating?

horrible temper to match. either spit it out or he’ll force it out of you. once you actually do tell him, he’ll be speechless. unfortunately he’s not the most accepting of the bunch. immediately asks a million questions and expects you to answer all of it.

if you can’t, he’ll storm off and try to divert his anger elsewhere. maybe let him be for a while. this would probably be the only time he’ll ask his brothers for advice. knows he’s not very good at all this sappy emotional stuff, that’s vincent’s thing. bo doesn’t really take their advice however, but he thinks on it.

very awkward. does he treat you the same? do you want to be treated differently? tries to pretend like nothing happened but he’s clearly more withdrawn than normal. (cause uhhh he sorta fucked up and yelled at you for coming out to him and he still feels like an asshole.) he just doesn’t want to hurt you like that again.

has no idea what to do but god damn it, he’s willing to try anything. if he comes off as misogynistic you can call him out on it and he’ll be willing to learn. it’ll be a slow and painful process but he’s ready to give it a shot. (catch him beating up a fellow who misgendered you on purpose.)

brahms heelshire

just a lot of silent nodding. brahmsy here watches you a lot so he’s already had it figured out before you even approach him about it. would probably only say “okay,” and pull you in his arms to cuddle for the rest of the day.

was raised in a strict household so his views are super outdated but fortunately he doesn’t give a shit. all he needs is for you to follow the rules and give him all your undivided attention. do that and he won’t care for much else.

no further questions asked but he’s a curious man so he’ll start watching you more intently from now on. it’ll be painfully obvious but he’ll deny all your insulting accusations. him? watching you sleep last night? how dare you accuse him of such a thing!

so you ...won’t have sex with him then? ... okay, how about now? how about after supper? tomorrow, then? not much will change. still a giant hornball and won’t even try to tone down the touching unless you threaten to give him the silent treatment. distract him with the other kind of touching.

combat the horny with some yearning. pet his hair, cook for him, give him a kiss every morning, hold him like you love him and he’ll forget how to function. brahms would be too caught up in the feeling of being properly loved and cared for.

bubba sawyer

no clue what that is and what that means but he feels guilty that you’d be nervous around him. would pick you up and hold you in his arms until you feel better. this man will be glued on you the whole day unless you tell him otherwise.

if you decide to explain it to him more thoroughly, he’ll accept you in a heartbeat. don’t you worry! bubby loves you no matter what! if any of the family disagrees, he’ll automatically come to your defense.

goes on as normal. it isn’t really a big deal to him so there won’t be any big changes in your relationship. bubba would just be a little more attentive when it comes to you.

any hint of discomfort and he’ll come running to the rescue! holding you would be his go-to problem solver. if not, he’ll share with you whatever activities he does when he’s feeling down. listening to the radio while he works, taking short walks, playing with his little knick-knacks, etc. anything to take your mind off things.

bubba protective mode: activate! babe is this guy bothering you? BRRRRR. problem solved. he can’t bother you when he’s in pieces! nobody dares to even look at you wrong unless they have a death wish.

jason voorhees

equally as nervous. he doesn’t quite understand right away either, so please take the time to explain it to him. jason won’t have much of a reaction aside from the occassional bob of his head.

despite his very traditional upbringing, he’s quick to accept you. you’re the love of his life after all! he’s pretty much convinced himself that he won’t be needing anyone else besides you, so he’s already set for life.

what do you need, exactly? jason doesn’t know anything about being trans so he doesn’t know what to do. does he even need to do anything particular? what if he can’t find what you need and you want to leave because of it? overthinks and worries a lot.

also starts to keep a closer eye on you. he has no idea what that feels, but if you do decide to confide in him, it would give him a sense of relief. at least he'll be able to offer you a shoulder to cry on.

gives his all with the little things to make you smile. fresh flowers for you everyday! anything that could make your day just a little bit better, he’ll go to great lengths for it. if you somehow mention your favorite candy bar, he’ll trek all the way to the nearest gas station to get it for you. no really! it’s ok!!! six hours of walking is nothing!

jesse cromeans / chromeskull

chances are, he would have already known for some time. jesse would be paranoid enough to have placed hidden cameras all over his home. mostly for security reasons, but also because he likes seeing what you’re up to even while he’s away.

sensing your unease, he’ll instinctively tug you towards him to hold you in his arms. what’s wrong? jesse would stroke your head to soothe you, even as you start to confide in him.

again, he’s already very aware but he’s not going to confess to that. (don’t expect to know about the cameras either) wouldn’t say much initially, just does his best to let you know he’s here for you.

whatever you need will be given. even if you actually don’t need it, he’ll provide. would you want top/bottom surgery? medication? on it. he’ll even drive you to the hospital if you want. mental health issues? here, he made a contact list of all the available therapists in the area.

does his research and is well-prepared. however, he's decided that boundaries no longer exist. since he’s gained a heavy sense of responsibility over you, he believes that he owns you at this point. jesse’s going to take care of you whether you like it or not.

michael myers

okay, and? another stalker who already has it figured out before you even tell him. appreciates that you would trust him enough to tell him but he still has no reaction to it whatsoever.

michael is very observant so he’s going to notice if you’re acting even slightly different around him. problem is, he’s not willing to talk it out and would just grab you out of nowhere to intimidate you into talking about it. (grabs you and stares at you menacingly = michael-speak for “tell me what’s going on.”)

once he knows, he’s taken note of it and carries on like normal. michael won’t comfort you unless you’re on the verge of an emotional breakdown so don’t expect much from him. really, he’s just going to squeeze you in his arms and expects you to stop crying because he’s done the comfort thing.

unless the threat is another person then he’ll gladly get rid of them for you. emotional support is a whole different game he’s not willing to play. mental support? he’s not qualified for that. financial support? yeah sure, he’ll get you things you need if he happens to feel like it.

michael doesn’t appear to be outright supportive of you - but god forbid he happens to hear anyone badmouth you in any shape or form, they’ll simply cease to exist.

thomas hewitt

he would have mixed feelings about it because he was raised to think differently. the rest of the hewitts would have a lot to say about it, naturally. so expect frequent talks about your sexuality.

if that makes you uncomfortable, then feel free to confide in tommy. he loves his family a lot but he knows they can be too much sometimes, so he’s happy to help you in any way he can.

would keep you with him at all times. maybe not around the gore, but still with him in the basement somehow. the rest of the family don’t like going down there anyways, plus, he’s happy to spend more quality time with you.

with tommy on your side, the hewitts would eventually learn to accept you. they’d be horrible at first but if you have the patience to teach them otherwise, they’re willing to listen. luda mae would be the most accepting. hoyt would be stubborn, but there’s not much he can do.

once you’re fully accepted into the family, they’re with you ‘till the very end. (much like tommy himself!) nobody would dare cross you. not on their watch.

vincent sinclair

anxiety who? it’s mother-hen override time. all his previous hesitance would be out the window in two seconds flat. you’re nervous about something and he wants to comfort you asap. vincent would hold both your hands in his to calm you down.

“thank you for telling me,” would accept you and hold you in his arms without a second thought. not the type to barrage you with questions either but he’s also not very good with verbal reassurance.

big cat energy. he doesn’t have much to say so he’s going to do the next best thing: physical affection. while normally shy, he’s willing to push aside his own insecurities for the sake of making you feel better.

no words, just a lot of little things. since he doesn’t know what to say, he’s just going to sit and sculpt you this cool-looking dragon. do you like it? might be kind of boring if you’re not into that kind of stuff. if not, he’s willing to sit down and learn a hobby of yours instead.

a lot more willing to be open with you. he’s normally a very closed-off individual, but he’s willing to be himself around you in hopes of encouraging you to do the same.

#requests #my writing #slashers #reacts #asa emory #the collector #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #michael myers #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair

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just-more-trolls · 3 years ago

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All the soft asks for the snusband, gimme

Everything under cut cuz this is a long answer for a long boi

[Vikorasere in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

"sSs sso many quesstionss in one ssentence but eassy to ansswer i ssupposse.. sSs"

"sSs where i feel mosst at home iss the place i left to live life: Mother Nyxxia'ss jade cavernss.. she iss closse to a lussuss i've ever had and ssaw to my upbringing.. ssometimess i go back but it iss a very rare occurrence..for ssafety on both our partss sSs"

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

"sSs i prefer whole mealss to ssnackss though i do enjoy the occassional passtry.. as for comfort food....i do not have one sSs"

"sSs baking iss a luxury i don't often have the pleassure of having but cooking? oh..i can make a feasst fit for a king with whatever i have on-hand..though that doessn't mean i don't..'borrow' thingss from time to time to make it better ;3 sSs"

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

"sSs i have all the time in the world to mysself..living in issolation and all.. as for a comfort corner or a favorite sspot..ssadly thosse have yet to exisst in my lifetime.. sSs"

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

"sSs i would want nothing more than..physsical contact.. Mother Nyxxia wass an affectionate persson in my life and it helped shape me in turn.. sSs"

"sSs but to receive physsical affection my pressence would have to be known...and i do not trusst eassily.. sSs"

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

"...."

"sSs i ssuppose how nature managess to thrive in thiss harsh climate..and how desspite the fact it hass to be violent to ssurvive a violent world it iss alsso beautiful sSs"

"sSs there issn't much in my life that issn't basse ssurvival.. sSs"

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

[Vikora seems to slither back to his hive. He's done with these questions.]

A man sits within the clearing of a forest.

Sadness permeates his gaze but so does hope.

Written across his body is tales of pain and violence.

Yet he himself is not violent.

His touch is soft, his hold is gentle.

Others see a monster.

But I see Love.

Not just for me.

But for everything.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Vikora has yet to actually fallen so ill he couldn't get out of bed. Surprisingly he tries real hard to keep from getting sick since he lives alone but I'm sure that'll become a bit of a caveat if someone ever stays in his life long enough to warrant playing doctor. :3c

He'd probably be a terrible patient. On the flip-side tho he'd prolly be really good at taking care of others since he does know basic first-aid and his soft heart won't let him not help someone...long as they don't rat him out after.

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

Probably gifts in the form of food he cooked himself or physical affection is the person in question isn't adverse to touch. He also does little stone carvings so those would probably fall into the gift-giving category. Other ways of showing he'd care is just..being there for them or something. Not sure considering he lives in isolation.

Only person who's actually shown they cared about him in general is Nyxxia. And that's because she raised him and mothered him into adulthood so...

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

He sleeps. A lot. Occasionally he does read he has a few books he uh..*cough*..got and totally didn't steal that he likes to read. He kinda doesn't know what true relaxation is though the man is 24/7 stressed to keep watch so he doesn't get hunted or hurt.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

GOOD QUESTION! :)

Nah but he feels pretty deeply. The snake motif may make someone think he has no feelings but he's just not very outwardly expressive most of the time. He can be pretty empathetic but considering he's also pretty mistrusting he's not going to just put his heart out on his sleeve.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

Life is a constant nightmare and he just...Deals :)

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

He lacks personal possessions except for an old snake lusus plush Nyxxia made him. It's falling apart but it sits on a hand-carved shelf in his hive.

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Sadly he doesn't have time to write.....or a journal in general 😔

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Nyxxia and a couple of jades from the Twin Adder Caverns. Closest to friends and family he has and he doesn't see them for Survival Reasons. :c

What does he look for in a friend or romantic partner? Idk probably someone who won't kill him. He's a simple man.

Questions for ME!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

SNEK! I love nagas. Also he's big and beefy and his hair is Wild!

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

Idk probably. I mean I could be worse and send drones at him but that'd just be cruel. He's already had to eat other trolls so I think it's time he's gotten some good moments :3c

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

Idk...4? Physically he is FAR from Baby but emotionally he can be Baby if he really wanted to..just depends on the person that's around I guess.

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

Probably the cannibalism. I can only guess how much that's fucked with his head a bit.

#ic AND ooc #answered #Vikora Desdin #stuckstucktrolls #cannibalism mention.

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