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solar-nightengale · 19 days ago

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helloooooo, if you feel like it, 'defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them' or 'comforting the other as soon as they're alone' from the protective prompts list for the two betrothed idiots please? :)

HI HELLO!!!! Ngl I leapt for JOY when I saw the choices for this ask!! And, most unfortunately, I couldn’t decide between either. 👏 So lucky you!! You’re gonna get both of them just for the hell of it JHDGKU like another one done previously, this’ll also be from the past. Which part of said past, well… 😏, you’ll find out 😉

~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

1. defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them. AND 14. comforting the other as soon as they're alone

!! CW !! : There's hints at manipulation and childhood trauma

Lampwick had to admit: while he had been ready for as bothered of a reaction as they got, the Blue Fairy was taking the news pretty well.

He had expected very loud protests and public degradation, given what she had just been told. But they were neither in any public setting and no shouting had yet to be heard from the kitchen. Perhaps that was him simply wishing she’d give him a reason to bite back just as hard. Despite Pinocchio’s displeasure of him doing so, Lampwick loved getting on the Fairy’s case whenever he could. Someone had to do it—he felt—and he knew Pinocchio wouldn’t dare try his luck with her, so it was up to him. A task he so gladly took on.

Unfortunately, it looked like the Blue Fairy had no intentions of giving him that satisfaction today. Instead, what stood before them was the pest, silent and stoic as ever, her expression just barely withholding her displeasure on receiving the news. He wondered how she’d take it if she found out she was the last to be told.

“Well, this is quite the-,” she paused with a huff, “shocking development.”

Lampwick cocked a brow up from where he sat at the table, taking a quick peek at his, ah, newly proclaimed boyfriend. Pinocchio stood by the edge of the table with his arms crossed. He reclined warily against the wood, his fingers digging into the fabric of his dark shirt. His pale face, even whiter than usual, held a tame frown on it, Lampwick unable to tell if the man was more frustrated or more terrified.

The fairy stood across them both, pose straight and unmoving as though she were made of stone. Her gaze had yet to leave Pinocchio’s face, Lampwick seeing the subtle way that Pinocchio tried to avoid looking at her properly. The red-head scoffed as he leaned back against the table, kicking his leg out and crossing it over the other.

“Really? You’re tha’ surprised.” he asked, finally drawing the gnat’s attention to him.

He pretended to not see the look the woodcarver gave him, as the fairy bristled.

“Well, no, of course not. Seems Pinocchio has always had a strange intrigue in you.” she explained, glancing between the two of them. Her words sounded almost bitter, Lampwick’s smirk only widening as he sighed wistfully.

“What can I say? I’m both a charmer and a good-looking guy, am I right?” he asked, cocky grin shot at the woodcarver. But Pinocchio gave him no response.

“Right.” the fairy deadpanned, looking back at the woodcarver once more. “Pinocchio, are you sure this is the right choice for you-”

“Yes.” Pinocchio responded curtly, finally glancing up, “Yes, I’m sure. I’m as sure as I was the last three times that you’ve asked me that question.”

The fairy seemed as surprise as Lampwick was by the tone, but her shock faded away quickly enough as her expression melted to something softer once again. “I just want to make sure you’re doing what’s right-”

“And I feel that what I’m doing is fine.” Pinocchio continued, is tone equally as terse as before. Lampwick noticed how tightly he gripped at his arms, the nervous tension from the young woodcarver visible from even a mile away. “Is-is it so wrong to love? He’s not as bad as you’re making him out to be.”

“I’m not saying he’s a bad person, but-”

“No buts! I don’t want to hear anymore buts, you’re not even listening to me!” Pinocchio interjected his voice pitching upwards, as he ground his teeth together. “I said I was sure about my choice, so why can’t it be left at that?”

“Pinocchio-”

“No, I’m- I’m done listening to all of this! Like I didn’t call you over and-and tell you this stuff for you to go on about how wrong it is. I’ve made my choice and I’m sticking to it. I’m sticking to him.”

Lampwick couldn’t help but grin. He was almost tempted to reach out and give the man’s arm a reassuring squeeze as he continued to talk, held back only by the tenseness of the man’s poise. Maybe touching him at all wouldn’t be all that helpful right now, he wasn’t entirely sure. Still, it was nice to see him holding out on his own for once. A rare sight to see but one that made him feel proud of the man when it did happen.

Blue sighed that typical sigh of hers that Wick could only understand as “I’m gonna say something no one is going to like here.” And whether he liked it or not, he couldn’t help but brace himself for it, spotting Pinocchio do the same out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m not saying that it’s wrong, dear, but understand that what may be a good choice right now could go south still. And I know how easy it can be for either of you to take a less pleasant route that’ll lead to them-”

“Blue, that’s enough.” Pinocchio cut in, steely eyes on the fairy. “Please, I’ve heard this time and time again before any of this. And you’re still not listening to me! Lampwick is here to stay for as long as we’re happy and I don’t plan on changing anything here. We’re not suddenly going to dive off a cliff into darkness for fun for goodness sake!”

“I understand. And your intentions are well-meaning, but even with the best intentions it’s easy to fall astray without someone there to guide you down the right path. I only want what’s best for you, you know that. I wouldn’t say what I’m saying if I didn’t think it was the right thing to do.”

Lampwick’s smile dropped, peeking up at the woodcarver curiously. Much as he was eager to hear if the man would have anything to say on that matter, he knew that face. He knew that daunting gaze and the silent gaping that it all came with. He knew far too well that the man had little else to say on the matter; not so much because he didn’t want to but because he simply couldn’t. And judging by the sudden patience that the Blue Fairy seemed to flair, he wondered if he knew what she had been doing the whole time.

He slammed his hand hard on the table, watching both jump as he stood up, his expression carrying a strained but polite smile as he stared the fairy down.

“I’ve reason t’ believe you’ve outsayed your welcome.” he stated, watching her bristle.

“You have no means of-”

“Yeah yeah, though you seem to have forgotten that this ain’t your house.” he retorted as he led her to the door, feeling her grow more tense under his hold. “Maybe come back once ya’ve aired out your aptitude!”

“Pinocchio is-”

“A grown ass man and doesn’t need babysitting when it comes to the choices he makes, aight?” Lampwick cut in, his grin widening all the while the fairy seemed to grow more frustrated. With a wave of his hand he shooed her past the threshold and leaned against the doorframe. “Take your leave.”

“You-”

“Good day, Reul Ghorm!” with a final cheery grin he slammed the door shut, locking it for good measure.

Lampwick let out a breath, his smile still plastered on his face as he turned back around and moved to the kitchen. “Well! I’d say that went pretty well!”

Pinocchio peered up as Lampwick drew closer, ice blue eyes holding a haunted look on his ashened face. “Yeah?”

“Well, given all things considered about her!” Lampwick snorted with a half-hearted shrug. His smile soon vanished, as Pinocchio only hummed in response and returned his gaze back to the ground. “You okay?”

“Sure.” he heard the man mutter tersely.

Lampwick hummed, as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Mmmmmm yeah don’ really believe ya.”

“You just asked me the question and now gonna doubt my answer as well?!” Pinocchio snapped as he looked up, the irritation once more alight in his gaze.

Lampwick looked taken aback, even as Pinocchio ground his teeth together with his shoulders drawn in as he pulled his gaze down to their shoes again.

“S-sorry.” he heard him murmur, Lampwick taking the time to scoff this time around.

“Geez it’s fine, no need t’ use any of those wit’ me. You know I’ve said worse.”

“Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I-” the man shook his head, Lampwick withholding a frown as the words sunk in.

Doesn’t mean what? That he wanted to do the same? Wanted to stoop to his level?

He shook his head, revoking the thoughts any chance of taking further hold as he looked down at the man.

“It’s no big deal,” he shrugged, “B’sides, not so much I’m doubting your words jus’…” he trailed off, his hand hovering over the other’s shoulder.

It was strange how until he started dating him, things like gentle touches and hugs still felt normal. Now, even just the thought of doing that or Pinocchio trying to kiss him had his heart beating faster than any festival drum and his face warmer than the summer sun. He pulled his hand away and rubbed at the back of his neck, clearing his throat and avoiding the blue eyes that were now looking up at him. Fuck it should be illegal to look this pretty, shit.

“L-listen,” he cleared his throat again, acting that he didn’t stammer. Keep it cool, Wick. He was your best friend only three weeks ago, remember? “I can’t pretend to know what’s on your mind, bu’ given who w’s just here—” he paused and gestured towards the door, the brunette sighing as he hung his head.

“I don’t regret it. What I said I— I don’t take it back. Not really.” Pinocchio glanced up once more. “I don’t regret having what we got.” Aaaaand the look paired with the words has the older boy’s heart leaping to his throat again. “But at the same time–” The woodcarver ran a hand through his hair, the movements growing more frantic and expression more tense, “Fuck me, Lampwick! I knew she would take it like this but that doesn’t mean— I-I still wanted—”

“You were still hoping for a better reaction.” Lampwick finished, as Pinocchio huffed. Though the frustration sounded less angry now. He face, previously paler than snow was growing red, the brunette blinking rapidly as he gripped at his arms once more.

“Was that too much to ask of her?” Pinocchio murmured, glaring off to the side. “Have I- Have I sunken so low in her expectations that I can’t even get a smile out of her or what?!”

Lampwick’s eyes narrowed. “You know what she’s like.”

“But is it really too much to ask of for her to be proud just once? To approve of-of anything? To be happy with me? Am I really that much of a screw-up?” The man’s voice was barely above a whisper by that last point, his bottom lip trembling.

Fuck!

“No!” Lampwick gritted out. “Cut that shit out, you hear me?!”

“I just want to be enough for her for once.” Pinocchio’s eyes had dropped to the floor as he gripped at the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re enough. You are enough.” the red-head retorted, his eyes widening as Pinocchio’s eyes screwed shut, his shoulders shaking harder.

“Not for her!” The young woodcarver choked out, the grip still tight around his arms.

“Then forget her!” Lampwick exclaimed, the previous flutterbyes forgotten as he pulled the man closer. “Just… forget her. Her opinion matters as much as… m-much as- as rotted through wood!” he finished off, feeling a jolt under his hand as Pinocchio hiccuped.

“It matters to me! And that’s more than enough!”

Lampwick’s gaze narrowed, ignoring the thoughts that spun around in his head as he instead focused on the man he was holding. He sighed, cupping the crown of the woodcarver’s head and rested his chin on top of it. He tightly held onto the woodcarver, as the storm of emotions waged on, soaking into his vest as he listened to the man quietly sniffle. “You need a chance to grow, Pinks. Without her dictating every step for you.” he murmured.

“It’s not been easy without Jiminy. Or Papa. I don’t- I still don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Pretty sure half th’ realm doesn’, it’s not that huge of a deal.” Lampwick muttered quietly, “B’sides, was it really easier wit’ either of them? Be real with me here right now, was i’?” Lampwick asked, looking down at the other man. “Cause I feel you were more often left to your own devices back then as well. And if not,” He held a finger up in protest at the glare Pinocchio’s eyes were already forming as he peered up at him. “Even if I’m wrong, ya still have others. You don’t need t’ rely on her, Pinou. You’ve Eugene, Kin—dare I suggest—. That other fairy… and that ruddy Woodcutter friend—or whatever he was—of your dad’s that’s still alive somehow. Fucking…. Anthony was it?”

“Antonio.” Pinocchio corrected bluntly.

“Eh, close enough!” Lampwick shrugged, smirking as Pinocchio rolled his eyes. “Bu’ yeah you’ve… several behind ya. And you’ve,” he glanced up just a touch, just barely meeting those pretty azures as he felt his stomach turn to knots. “You’ve… you’ve me as well.” Awkward pause. “Grace, Isk and Jefferson too I guess.”

He didn’t think he hid the noise in his head as much as he would have liked to. It took all his strength to keep his leg from bouncing, yet the proximity meant Pinocchio could still hear how hard his heart was hammering in his chest.

One thought escaped containment, rolling around in his mind as he watched and waited.

Would that… be enough? Could they be enough?

“I wish I could rely on her too though,” Pinocchio murmured, Wick letting out a breath.

“Well, you can’t.” He shrugged, watching the other deflate even more. “I know tha’s not the answer ya wanna hear, bu’ look at her. She can’ even give you a congratu-fucking-lations all because that stick’s so far up her ass and she needs everyone t’ know about it.”

The sad look vanished as he glared up at him once more. “Don’t be so rude!”

“I’m just saying how it is.” Lampwick chuckled, cheekily sticking his tongue out the moment Pinocchio scoffed. “Maybe she’ll eventually suck her shit up and be nicer but for now you jus’ gotta– Jus’ gotta keep going on you’re own. Maybe that other one will be nicer ‘bout it.”

Pinocchio carded a hand through his hair and nodded. “’m sure she would. Probably already has my letter about it.”

“Then I say fuck the first fairy and get ready for what the hell the other will put ya through, yeah?” He asked with a lopsided grin, watching as the other sadly nodded. “But for now, how’s about a visit to The Pear, eh? Food’s good t’ chase all the bad shit away, and heard Gene’s cook got something new on the menu.”

Pinocchio groaned as he rubbed at his face and exhaled heavily. “It’s not ‘food poisoning’ again, is it?”

Lampwick waved him off with a snort. “That was one time and that was ‘Kin at the pot. Trust me, b- Pinks. It won’ be the death of ya. Heard it’s something good.”

The woodcarver hummed and shook his head. But his eyes seem to lighten a touch as he gazed up at the red-head once more. “I’ll hold you to your word.” A gentle smile spread across his lips, something that Lampwick felt like he hadn’t seen since last night, yet it rendered him utterly frozen to the floor. Worse yet, the tease took the opportunity that Lampwick was still close enough to stand up on his tip-toes, and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Lampwick felt the air leave his lungs entirely.

“And if you’re wrong, good luck with dealing with my current patron.” the woodcarver whispered, any response gone from Lampwick’s head as he grew completely aware of how close they were. The startlingly blue eyes that peered up at him, cheeks still red but gaze so gentle and warm; to the breath Pinocchio exhaled close enough for him to feel it; to the hand still pressed against his chest, as Pinocchio worked to keep his balance. He even felt the weight leave once the brunette pulled back.

Lampwick’s brain was still working to catch up, even as stars danced in front of his eyes from the lack of oxygen, the one thing clear to him being the warm smile the woodcarver held on his face.

Pinocchio passed him by, fingers brushing softly yet so carefree against over his arm, Lampwick still unmoving from his spot as he felt his ears burn. The part of his arm he ad been touched on tingled, the man still feeling the touch as though it was still there even though it no longer wasn’t.

He inhaled deeply, nonchalance gone the moment the other was out of sight as he leaned against the table and looked behind him in stunned silence. He saw Pinocchio looking back curiously, though he was so fucking sure the man knew exactly what he had done. Despite having a breakdown almost moments ago, that puppet sure knew how to work his strings whenever.

Gods, fuck the bad food. This man would be the death of him first.

#lizardthelizard #ouat #my writing #asks #the outcasts #enchanté-verse #Help I've no idea how dating works so if this reads as extremely cliché it probably is BJGHKJHLCI I've zero experience and just having fun #Anyway!!!#I couldn't help myself!!!#So have at whatever this may be LOL #Wick and Pinocchio are in their early 20's here for reference #Wick at 24 and Pinocchio 21 #Terribly sorry for how long this got I got very into it LOL #And once I saw what the prompts were my fate was sealed SDFJKHEXR

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divine-passion · 3 months ago

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With you saying you have been writing more does this mean we get more of just to seal my fate? I love that story so so much 💜

i am SO hesitant to confirm anything because i know myself too well -- i am very guilty of publishing incomplete works and then abandoning them -- but that being said...

i am working on a version of just to seal my fate from alex's perspective. it's been a work in progress for about a year and a half and there's still a lot to be done, and i must confess that it is QUITE long already. if i do decide to publish it, it'll likely be put out in three or four pieces to break it up a bit, especially because it's more of a character study on alex than a retelling of the relationship between him and jack (there is still the framework of their relationship throughout it, but it's not just the same scenes from the original told from alex's perspective).

all this to say -- i won't be publishing anything for this until i feel that it's completely done and ready to be released in its entirety, and then i'll release it in several parts. it might take a while before that time comes, but long story short, there might be more coming in the just to seal my fate universe!!

#this was such a long answer lol oops #thank you for asking though!!!#all time low #jalex #ask #answered #just to seal my fate

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aerticent · 5 months ago

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what if i died

#a horrible shit ass mother but oh how she loves her son #smiling and patting his arm after sealing his fate god bless #i do think it’s something that she very well could reassure/praise him silently but she always does so openly when possible #besides Cal she’s the only one to ever do so:((((#it’s moments like this that make it so clear why he could never hate despite everything #her love is enough because it’s the only love he receives #besides Cal but it’s different coming from him #i have more thoughts on this but i want to get to another scene so i have something to back my thoughts up lol

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snowlilys-wife · 1 year ago

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LOL, if you wanna hear Wyvern mounted classes are stupidly overpowered in nearly every Fire Emblem game ever made!

The older games only "balanced" the class by not giving you access to a couple later the game.

Armored Knights and Archers tend to be underpowered, the former particularly in recent games!

Ohh gotcha! Yeah, from what I can tell, wyvern riders always seem to be super OP, which is good when you want a tank that kills everything pretty easily. But if it’s a character I don’t really care about, I end up not using them nearly as much, unless I’m just trying to get their supports. I think the only wyvern rider I actually like and use regularly is Gerome tbh.

Also I do agree about knights and other armored units being super underpowered too, but all my archers are pretty strong tbh. I rely on them a lot lolol

#that being said I do still use wyvern riders sometimes but they aren’t my go-to #but yeah my archers kill literally everything lol #gaius and noire are my father-daughter sniper duo in awakening #and I married niles in fates and used a partner seal to reclass my unit into an outlaw/adventurer #so now me niles AND nina are all adventurers lolol #not to mention takumi absolutely DESTROYS everything lolol #I like archers a lot so even if they aren’t the strongest class I will still use them whenever I can #asks #anon #fire emblem

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mullets · 1 year ago

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i feel like i cant enjoy the office like a normal person bc when a clearly comedic scenario ends like... in a pathetic sad way bc its supposed to be funny i just feel sad. like i know we r meant to dislike micheal scott at the beginning but god damn that healthcare plan episode had me feeling so sorry for him when everyone js left work and he was left all alone. like yeah deserved but wow i feel miserable

#i think my problem is i see him as steve carell. but yeah i cant hate him.... him buying those ice cream sandwiches rly sealed my fate as #an apologist #same w dwight lol. i cant make fun of him i rly feel bad for him especially when he gets made fun of for js being like. earnest?#ik hes like. a caricature i mean they all are. but .... idk

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snekdood · 2 years ago

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Whats pretty frustrating for me is that i know theres people who think of my preferences as like. Super unrealistic or something... as if i dont already know that. like.

The whole point is that im literally so scared of getting with other people that if they arent like the person i want to be with in my head, i dont trust them. It has nothing really to do with how "attractive" they are, rather, i self isolated for a while in highschool, realized that my base emotional feelings towards others was mistrust, and decided at that time it was impossible to find trustworthy people so I instead decided to go inwards and essentially "make up" people that i could trust. Because part of me really REALLY doesnt want to believe this is a cold heartless world where you cant trust anyone, I then would try instead to find these people externally. I know its not realitisc but I still havent met someone outside of my characters who I feel like I can fully trust.

#and now even especially after that abusive relationship #where someone knew this and then decided to betray me anyways #not giving an inch of a fuck how my trust is effected or how the rest of my life will be #like they essentially sealed for me that i cant trust anyone ever again and the only people i can trust is my ocs.#ive yet to be proven otherwise.#mood #so yeah. me being like 'ur not good enough for me lol 😜' is me coping with the fact that i dont feel like anyone is good enough to trust.#and ig my effort to socially shame people into trying to be trustworthy enough to be with me if they want it that bad lol #probably not a good thing but i also dont want to get hurt anymore !#kinda tired of getting really close to people only for thme to betray my trust like! i dont think yall understand.#i retreated into myself for years bc of csa. i finally open myself up back to the world. find someone who PRETENDS ro be everything i want #and everything i can trust in a person. literally told this person so much about myself. so much more than ibe told literally any other #physical person. i got so extremely vulnerable eith this person like with no one before. only for them to do a 180 and sexually abuse me #also. and yall expect me to walk awya from this situation unscathed and unbothered and i just need to let myself fall in love with like #anyone and everyone 🤪 when theyve essentially sealed the fate of me never being able to trust another external person ever again.#and then yall wonder why i wanna burn the earth over.

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jmin · 11 months ago

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when I see people liking a post I reblogged or made about a topic that is not the main thing I blog about I wonder if they’re already familiar with it or if it peaked their interest and they’re saving it for later. I wonder if I have helped people discover new things and new passions through my silly little posts.

#this happens to me all the time #the fact I’m even making this post on a kpop tumblr is thanks to this mutual I had on my anime tumblr #I discovered kpop by visiting their blog once and having music playing on your page was really popular back then #they had inception by infinite on theirs and my fate was sealed lol #and now years later I still remember that and think of them fondly #lots of kdramas and thai dramas I got interested in because I saw someone posting about it on my dash #groups I checked because I saw it on my dash #idk I just think that’s neat #I hope I’ve influenced some of you to check new things out that you ended up liking #l.txt

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stirdrawsandreblaws · 1 year ago

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KoF or Fatal Fury

if you're asking which I prefer: KoF, just because I've played more of them and Fatal Fury doesn't have King (not to be confused with Duck King, who IS in Fatal Fury and KoF and also absolutely rocks)

if you're not...idk what you'd be asking, then, so feel free to follow up~

#stirring up trouble #anonymous #honestly there isn't a single character i don't like in some capacity in the full kof roster. king was my first favorite tho #so she's the metric i choose to go by when it comes to stuff like this #overall my favorite kof games are XI and XIII btw. i like Garou MOTW for fatal fury series most tho. jenet and rock and hotaru aaaaaa #my first encounter with king was actually in an arcade machine for capcom vs snk. i was like OH. GENDER?? NICE. sealed my fate lol #because of her being in it i bought kof '99 and played it obsessively for months every day until my hands hurt.#so that was where i started and i had to go backward to play fatal fury. which i didn't do until YEARS later. probs impacted my opinion tbh #bc i think fatal fury is kinda clunky controlwise. BUT i still love it!!! just not as much as i love kof.#and i mean. you can trust that i love games with clunky controls bc i also loved max impact. (pls don't throw tomatoes. i'm allergic)#(i know they were bad but also the alt costumes and original characters were fun and you could feel the devs' love for kof in it)

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gnaga37 · 1 year ago

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keeping track of the pronouns people use for me when the only information they have is my minecraft skin

#today marks the second hehim event #got 2 ''what should I call you'' in the past. no sheher's yet :(#I really thought the cat ears would do it... maybe I'm just terrible at skin making and nobody can identify them lol #I really though I was sealing my fate as a min.ecraft girlfriend when I was adding them.. guess not :p #minec

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crazyw3irdo · 9 months ago

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“Jesus christ man what the FUCK” - my brother

glad you all enjoy it :3

made a uquiz

#spoilers for the quiz in the tags? lol feels weird to say that #to answer the ‘are u okay’ question: im excellent :3 #romeo & juliet has been one of my special interests for yearsss i’ve been wanting to make a quiz about it for a while that really treated i #like the story that it is rather than the one ppl just know via pop culture #and there was that post going around of the uquiz with the question ‘you are orpheus’ and the only option was ‘turn around’#and that was what gave me the inspiration for this #cause i think the role of fate in the story is pretty overlooked? like even ppl who respect it as a tragedy- myself included- often remark #on how the tragedy of it is how it could have been prevented. but. it couldn’t’ve. the opening paragraph seals their fate.#they are starcrossed lovers. they couldn’t avoid it. and that’s its own kind of tragedy #i almost went even more meta and brought in the concept of the author to it but i felt that was a bit much #im already shaking my fist at one god i don’t need to bring in another #im getting off topic the question was ‘are u okay’ and i answered with analysis #long story short i love this play so yes #crazwaz posted

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starmocha · 3 months ago

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Growing up Vietnamese means that child me was forced to be ok that our origin myth is literally a dragon marrying a woman/fairy/goddess and then divorcing and splitting custody of their 100 kids (lol what)

What I'm trying to say is I've been brain rotting about dragon!Sylus for the past week and it's getting bad and I will only be ok once I write a dragon AU that has a lot of

Overprotective Sylus

Berserk Sylus that can only be calmed by MC

MATES FOR LIFE MORE SOULMATES SHIT

"I belong to you and you to me."

"I would let the world burn for you."

Egg laying 🙂

More dad Sylus because it makes me sob and yearn so badly pls send help

Even more grossly in love with you Sylus because I plan on contributing to this genre until I die 🫡

Really just lowkey need more Sylus worshipping MC like the goddess that she is type of content

"My queen" is going to make a comeback fr fr

I also lowkey want to write MC as a literal goddess and Sylus is just a lowly human who worships at her altar the altar is my hips but this something for another day maybe

"You've sealed your fate the moment you have harmed her."

Literally I just want berserk Sylus decimating the world for one woman is that too much to ask 🥺

Powerful man who rules over others and is feared and revered 🤝 the one woman who rules his heart and can bring him down to his knees

did I mention more soft Sylus It heals my soul in a godly way 🥹

idk if this seed will sprout into anything since I only have the ✨️vibe✨️ for it and not an actual plot lol 🫠 ok bye back to the other 38299272793 wips that I am a slave to

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x reader #x — fanfics ⋆ wips #hi i just woke up after sleeping away half a day #so this is my very lucid thought and decision #i should also mention i've been wanting to rewatch miss the dragon #it has the potential to encompass everything i want #if the writers didn't make certain decisions #but i still adore that c drama idc that it has polarizing opinions #what am i yapping about

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droaxa · 2 months ago

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the villainesses scheme

✧ tags: yandere haikyuu male leads x villainess reader

✧ warnings: yandere behavior (later on), reader hits her head

✧ a/n: hi guys guess who’s back!! i love the isekai trope where the mc gets reborn a few years before their death and i needed to put my own lil’ twist on it! i’d love to turn this into something longer (like a series or something) so give me your thoughts!! my recent haikyuu obsession led to this one lol, inspired by: the male leads were stolen by an extra

You were a loser, well not exactly. You had a pretty stable job and a nice flat but lacked one major component in your life: friends. But it’s not like you were antisocial! Moving to a new city just a few months ago, you had been busy with moving in and didn’t exactly have enough time to make friends.

Besides you were preoccupied with your favorite web comic of all time: Flower of the Estate! A commoner girl that has three noble men falling for her? This girl really had some crazy cha(rizz)ma. You weren’t really into harem type stories but wow did it keep you coming back to see what happened.

It was another late night reading Flower of the Estate when you decided to head to the kitchen to get some snacks to keep you fueled. However, when you turned to retreat back you slipped on spilled water near the sink and hit your head on the granite counter! You mentally curse yourself for not cleaning it up as you drift into a deep slumber.

When you open your eyes and the lights blind you, quickly slapping a hand over your face you shoot up. Registering the soft plush beneath you you opened your eyes, when did you get in bed? Looking around your jaw drops, who the hell put you in a room like this! The whole room was illuminated by sunlight peaking behind the luxurious navy drapes and you gasped at the sheer size and extravagance of the bedroom. You were… in a castle?

Jumping off the bed you immediately fell to your knees with a thud. How long had you been out for that your legs were this weak? You push yourself up and stumble to the mirror on a vanity next to the bed. The satin fabric of your night gown fell to the ground, revealing the length that had been bunched up while you were sleeping.

In the mirror, the first thing you see is (e/c) eyes and a face eerily similar to yours. It was your face and body for sure but the state of it wasn’t, your hands were usually rough and your knees were scarred from playing as a child but now both were smooth and even. Then your eyes feel on a crest engraved onto the top of the vanity and your heart dropped.

The beautiful family crest of a black fox protected by two swords was a prevalent symbol in Flower of the Estate. It was the crest of the villainess. You, (y/n) Aleria, were the cruel villainess of the story, waking up here and looking like this had no other explanation. To see if it was true you quickly pushed the sleeve of your left arm up, on the wrist was a faint birthmark. A scar in the shape of a half moon, your fate was sealed. You fall back on the bed. ‘Shit.’

You were official the villainess of Flower of the Estate, who bullies the main character, get thrown out of high society, and then dies. You knew the path that the villainess followed and the actions she took, did that mean you could avoid facing the same death as her as well? The first mistake that she had committed that set her on the path of destruction was her bullying of the main character.

The villainess was notorious for her extravagant lifestyle and cruel manner, she didn’t have anyone close to her and the book never showed her point of view. You knew the basics about her but who was (y/n) — really? Was she really just jealous of the commoner girl that had managed to outshine her or was it deeper than that?

No matter why she behaved that way, you knew that following on her footsteps would only lead you to doom. You needed a game plan, plus you read enough reincarnation manga to know what basic things to avoid as the villainess.

Love Interests and Relations:

Tooru Oikawa - Childhood love (One sided) and (y/n)’s main obsession

Tobio Kageyama - Royal knight who pledged their loyalty to (y/n)

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Esteemed scholar who ended up being (y/n)’s tutor for a short period of time

Ok… this would a little harder than you thought. Why were all the love interests involved with the villainess anyway? Oikawa could be avoided easily enough, you just needed to distance yourself from him and considering that Oikawa was keen on getting rid of you. If you remembered correctly he was rather annoyed by the villainess who would cling to his side like a lost puppy. As for Ushijima, you knew that he would only be your tutor for a month, then leave your care to meet the main character who he would eventually fall in love with. Kageyama would be the hardest to get rid of compared to the other two, he would be around the villainesses the longest and somehow fall in love with her. However much like the others, he would fall in love with the female lead and leave (y/n) to be with her, withdrawing his pledge to be by her side.

Ugh. This is going to be a headache isn’t it?

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5eraphim · 8 months ago

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Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol

So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.

How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?

P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOU’RE SO GOOD 😭🧡

My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!

Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)

Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)

Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral

Word Count: 1.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

The Shape

It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.

A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt.

Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.

You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.

The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team.

When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.

Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.

Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!

After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.

The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.

And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat.

Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.

Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.

After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer.

The Mastermind

It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.

His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.

Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.

But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.

Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.

Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.

Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down.

The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.

Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.

It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.

If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.

The Executioner

While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.

Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.

All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove.

While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.

Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.

Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.

If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.

Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.

He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity.

Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.

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