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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 15 days ago

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a day in the life where everyone tries to win reader over, maybe they heard reader mention something like how they can't stand an annoying relative asking them about a relationship over the holidays, or trying to get her the best gift?

ps i love your writing, i read it like my morning paper

A Day in Life: Christmas, Presents and Revelations

Synopsis: A day in your life full of good Christmas presents, propositions and secrets.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: Implied stalking; Calling someone a manwhore; Karens in the family with traditional and conservative ideals and miserable lives; Mentions of past cheating; Mentions of past Bucky Barnes X reader; Is Hal Jordan slowly getting his redemption arc?; Slightly implied horny Reader; English is not my first language.

Word count: 2,2k

Requested? Yup.

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

— And it's just so annoying, like, sometimes I literally don't want to show up on these things, but I don't want to leave my mom there alone with my dad’s family. — You huffed. — My auntie’s too concerned about my romantic life, like her husband didn't get other three women pregnant at the same time she got pregnant and only married her because he would have to marry one of the four girls. — You shook your head while your co-worker laughed. — And you know what's worse? I told everyone I had a boyfriend, but Bucky cheated on me, and I didn't tell them that yet, so she's gonna think I lied and mock me like the middle-aged Regina George she is!

Unknown to you, certain people were listening, and silently, each one of them made a decision.

Your last day at work before Christmas, you were getting ready to go home, pack and take the road, when someone knocked on your office door. You looked up, seeing no other than Martian Manhunter at your door, holding a present.

— How can I help? — You hid your gritted teeth behind a polite tone.

— I came here to follow the Earth tradition of Christmas and give my loved one a present. — He stopped in front of you with a soft smile and extended the gift in your direction. You hesitated.

— You didn't have to… — You cautiously took the present from his hand.

— I also have a proposition for you. — And there it comes. — I couldn't help but overhear earlier that you were in need of a partner for a meeting with your family. — You wanted to facepalm. — I could be that person. — You sighed.

— I can't show up with an alien superhero. — You crossed your arms with a pointed look.

— As you know, I'm a shapeshifter. — You watched as he changed his appearance to look like multiple different kind of people, one moment he was a tall blonde man, the next, a black girl with braids, then an asian young guy, and so on, meaning he could look however you wanted him to. — And you can call me by whatever name you choose, even the name I adopted here on Earth… J’onn J’onnes. — He settled for his usual green alien appearance. — You widened your eyes at his confession, thinking “oh, shit”.

— Uhh…

— While you think about it, open my present, darling. — He gently pushed the present in your direction again and you, still wordless, obeyed, while mentally searching for a way out of this.

You cleared your throat and teared the paper. The feeling of destroying the wrapping paper of gifts always made you feel a little embarrassed, as if the beautiful wrapping itself was the present and you were being rude by tearing it apart. It was a silly thought.

As you finished, you found out he gave you a comic book from your favorite hero. It made you excited, but you couldn't show it much.

— Oh wow, thank you… — You coughed. — Can't even imagine how you knew it was my favorite… — You internally rolled your eyes. — Anyway, about your offer- — Another knock interrupted you, and you both looked at the door. Aquaman was there with another present in hand.

He looked suspiciously from you to the other hero and stepped forward, then focused on you.

— Whatever offer he gave you, I give you one better. Take a king to meet your family, darling. — He smirked and offered you his present. You ignored what he said, settled the comic on your desk, and opened his present. It was a necklace with charms related to the beach, like some shells, pears and fishes, all made of your favorite metal. You pursed your lips, not waiting to admit to yourself that it was pretty and you liked it more than you thought you would, just like the last gift.

— Thank you. And about your offer, I can't exactly do that. You can imagine why. — He shrugged.

— Well, you can simply take me as your completely human lighthouse keeper, Arthur. — He smirked and wrapped your shoulders with his left arm. You shuddered, thinking “God, no”. — We’ll even invite them to our beach house, darling. Right on the shore. I also have a boat. Let's impress them. — He grinned proudly, as if he was sure you couldn't deny him.

You shrugged his arm off and before anything came out of your mouth, you remembered about your auntie and her shittalking right now. She always wanted a beach house, but everyone knew your uncle prefered to spoil himself and his side-pieces than her or the kids, and yet, she felt superior to every member of the family who was single because at least she had a husband and she didn't need to work, including you.

Rubbing a beach house, a boat, and a blonde hunk himbo on her face could be nice… Even if you just offered to take only your immediate family there one day and then just pretend you broke up with him later, he and the league would still get the wrong idea.

— Knock knock, oh- What’s everyone doing here? — Flash was there and pursed his lips while looking at the three of you. You groaned internally.

— You can go, Flash, (Y/N) won't choose you. — Aquaman, or Arthur, weaved him off. Flash narrowed his eyes for a second and then turned to you, ignoring him and beaming at you, extending a gift in your direction.

— I bought you something! — You discharged the necklace behind you and took the new gift, it was a bracelet with a lightning symbol in your favorite metal. It was also pretty, you were getting tired of it.

— Thank you, Flash…

— Please, just call me Barry. — He grinned brightly. — Please ignore the stinking ugly dressed fishman and the alien still learning to act like a normal human. You can take the funny and smart forensic chemist to meet your family. — He reached up and took his mask off, you widened your eyes, at seeing his real face. Huh, you didn't think he was blonde.

You stuttered, too shocked.

— Oh God… — You thought knowing their name was worse than their faces, secret identities and all, but something about seeing a real face that was kept hidden all the time felt like a heavier burden. To make matters worse, Green Lantern showed up. — No.

— Just hear me out, please! — Everyone turned to him with annoyed expressions. — I changed, I swear! And I apologized like, a thousand times. — He cleared his throat. By your face, he knew it was the worst thing to say. — Anyway, here’s your gift. — He bit his lip while you took it from his hands and opened it with hostility. They were tickets for the next concert of one of your favorite artists, that made you feel a little bad for the way you treated him, but it didn't change what he did to you in the past.

— I… Thank you. — You were trembling with nerves at this point from all the surprises you were having.

— I heard you needed someone to bring home for the holidays…

— Uhuh.

— And your dad is a big fan of the army, right? — You blinked. It was true, but you never told them that, yet, you weren't surprised they knew that.

Where was he going with it…?

— Please, not you too.

But he took off his ring anyway, and after a moment, he was wearing civilian clothes, along with a military jacket and dogtags.

— Who better than a charming ex-air force member to present to your family? Test pilot now, I can take them flying. Actually, I can take you flying. — He winked. — Call me Hal Jordan, beautiful. — He winked and saluted you. — Also, I fought in the war.

— Dude. Just give up. They're not gonna pick you.

— I will never give up, I'm a green lantern, strong will is kind of my thing. — He looked at you again. — So, darling?

While you were staring blankly at him, someone cleared their throat.

— Be reasonable, you don't have to be humiliated today. — Wonder Woman catwalked into the room confidently. She was holding two bags from a clothes store in her hands. The amazon pushed Hal Jordan aside and stopped in front of you. She looked you up and down and smiled charmingly. — Take me with you, darling. This is for you. — She extended one of the bags to you. You took it and looked inside, then reached in and pulled it out. It was a beautiful outfit, completely on your style, and clearly of good quality. But when she pulled out what was inside the other bag, it took your attention and you looked curiously at the red wine satin dress she was holding up. — And this is what I will be wearing. — She smiled seductively. — Diana Prince, pleasure to meet you.

You couldn't help your jaw from dropping while imagining her wearing that. While some family members might not admire the sensual outfit as much, you definitely would. Secretly. Your ego would too.

Damn it, why couldn't she be more normal and less yandere?

You swallowed, looking away from her and the dress. It was finally too hard to say no, but not for the mature reasons.

At your silence, Diana’s eyebrows rose up and she tilted her head to the side, with a pleased small smile. The other men in the room groaned and started arguing loudly, but she was untouchable in front of you.

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

— I think I should just go home, it's getting late… — You rapidly shoved your gifts inside the bag, took your things and squeezed your way between them heroes, not even realizing how trapped you were previously, but just as you got to the door, you hit a brick wall, or Superman, as people usually call him.

You groaned and he looked at you sheepishly.

— I guess after all of that I can't offer you something much better, but I can try… — Superman took a deep breath and before you could blink, he flew away, changed clothes, and came back. One second, Superman was in front of you, the next, just a regular cute guy wearing glasses and a suit. You took a second to recognize him and understand what happened and what that meant.

Damn, who knew glasses were a good disguise.

— I'm Clark, Clark Kent. I grew up on a farm in Kansas and I work as a journalist at the Daily Planet. — He smiled shyly and gave you his gift. — I hope you like it…

You blinked and catatonically looked at the thing he gave you. Differently from the last gifts, it wasn't neatly wrapped and it had a weird shape, but by how it felt in your hands, you guessed what it was.

You expected the sight of a Superman plushie to greet you, but instead, it was a plushie of your favorite fictional superhero. The same hero from the Martian’s comic.

Well, it was cute. You would probably fall for him if you didn't know better. You held back an awed sound that wanted to spill from the back of your throat.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by all the Justice League groaning a collective and loud “GET OUT”, you looked up, confused and curious by what caused all this, surprised by seeing it was just Batman entering the room.

Huh, why did everyone react like that?

He stared at you, then at every single one of them, silently, almost disapproving, or disappointed, but then, he smirked when he looked at you again.

Batman was smirking? You flinched.

— This is for you. — He gave you a big box. It was surprisingly heavy. When you opened it, there was a very expensive and beautiful pair of shoes, something you only dreamed of having and was always on your Pinterest board. Only digital influencers and celebrities wearing it, making you jealous. But that wasn't all. There was also jewelry and a very expensive bottle of wine. You will definitely take it to the holidays to impress your family. Or maybe keep it to a very special occasion. — And there’s more from where it came from. — He reached for his cowl and your breath hitched. Never in your wildest dreams you thought this day would happen.

He took of the cowl, and in front of your was…

Bruce Wayne?!

While everyone deflated, knowing they lost, you just had to hold back your laugh, but a snort still escaped. That took everyone off for a second, including the always stoic hero in front of you, who was clearly bewildered when you couldn't hold back anymore and laughed to his face.

— You think I'm gonna show up to my family with the nacional manwhore? HA! Yeah, that's gonna impress them for the first five minutes, then I will be the dummy who’s gonna be traded for the next top model. — You shook your head, still laughing. Bruce frowned deeper. You slightly feared for your job after you bluntly called him a manwhore.

— I would never do that to you. My affairs are all to deceive the public and keep my job a secret.

— And that might be true, but my family doesn't know that! Or are you gonna tell this to everyone? Funny. Billionaires are so delusional and out of touch… — You shook your head and walked out.

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hxney-lemcn · 28 days ago

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Could I request a malleus fic for the 2k follower event with 🌹💍😍😴🫥?

Sorry for the late night request..

a/n: I couldn't for the life of me think of anything for the "come back to bed" prompt so I hope you don't mind I didn't include it. Also, back from a day break, just needed a bit of a breather from writing.

tw: none.

wc: 0.3k

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It was a cloudy, gloomy day as both you and Malleus walked through his palace gardens. It was a beautiful day in Briar Valley. There were many kinds of flowers, belladonnas, iris’, hyacinths, pansy’s, petunias, violas, and that’s just naming a few. They were breathtaking, and all of them were deep shades of purples, blacks and blues. It was your favorite spot, the tranquill weather mixed with the lovely view, the background sounds of birds chirping and bees flying from flower to flower. A perfect place to read or have some tea. A spot that Malleus found himself frequenting more and more with you by his side.

Your engagement was arranged, but you both found yourselves enjoying the other's presence. You both got along well, finding solace in the other in the lonely world of nobles and royalty. Bonding over how alienating it felt to be so high ranked in society (albeit Malleus was much higher than yours). Not to mention how caring he was towards you. Politeness turning into affection, respect melting into adoration.

“I swear the flowers are more breathtaking every time I visit,” You mutter, eyes tracing every petal.

“And yet they will never compare to you,” Malleus hummed, green eyes watching you fondly. As isolated as he was, he seemed to be a natural charmer.

“If you keep this up I might just fall for you,” You replied with a smirk. As much as his words made your heart flutter, you found yourself amused with how cheesy he sounded.

“I hope so,” He chuckled in response. “I would wish that my future spouse is as happy with the arrangement as I am.”

“You’re so sappy,” You chuckled back. But it seems his sappiness seeped into you as you plucked a deep blue hyacinth and tucked it into his square pocket on his suit.

“I see,” He teased, eyes shining with amusement. “A strange way to propose, but the answer is yes.” You let out an amused huff, gently swatting at his arm (a terrible crime if Sebek were to see), “I can’t stand you.”

(Blue hyacinths represent sincerity (according to google)).

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #malleus draconia #x reader #2k event

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vanha-paholainen · 15 days ago

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Viktor NSFW hc's.

Tw: mentions of sickness, mentions of throwing up, mentions of famished body.

Soon I will see my dear Viktor again.

I made some headcanons about him. Hope someone will like it. English isn't my first language, so please, don't beat me up, I'm just some ukrainian guy.

— The older Viktor gets, the worse his legs get. Problems with joints are added to the congenital curvature. If at the age of twenty-two he was able to cover three or four kilometers in a day, and with proper stops and motivation — all eight, now, at thirty-two, it is sometimes difficult for him even to get himself out of bed.

— Viktor, in addition to the corset and leg correction shown in the series, wears compression stockings when he feels particularly lousy.

— Actually, all his meals are scheduled and strictly regulated in accordance with his medication, but this stubborn workaholic often neglects his needs, which then makes him vomit bile, faints and experiences other troubles.

— Speaking of stomach problems. Let's omit the fact that all the characters that I like, they somehow magically appear — Viktor really has a reason for problems with the gastrointestinal tract. Previously, everything was tolerable, but now, due to the side effects of phlegm-thinning lung drugs and heavy painkillers on which he sits, Viktor vomits with enviable regularity at least once every two weeks. This usually happens either in the middle of the working day or after. Sometimes he jumps up to get a basin early in the morning, because he can also be sick from pills. Because of this, his teeth are slowly deteriorating. In addition, it is in the episodes of vomiting that he feels particularly weak and pathetic.

— It is in case of an unforeseen outpouring of vomit that there is a basin under Viktor's desk.

— He often faints too. This is mainly due to overwork and lack of sleep. Over the years, Victor has learned to anticipate this phenomenon and therefore usually manages to sit down.

— Viktor washes exclusively while sitting on a special shower chair for people with disabilities. You can't sit in the bathroom in his position, and if you do, you'll get out, and standing in the shower without support is painful and tiring for him.

— If Viktor takes days off, it's just to get enough sleep. He doesn't like social events and noisy streets. It seems to him that the Piltoverians look at him with contempt, he does not like small talk, because he is used to putting meaning and sincerity into every word he says, and, besides, the noise of the crowd tires him very quickly. Even when Jayce invites him, filled with a strange sense of extrovert duty to an introverted work partner, Viktor politely refuses. He does not want to once again experience the views of the local nobility and feel like a stranger. He has enough problems without that.

— The feeling of loneliness and misunderstanding is his only faithful companion. Since childhood, Viktor has watched the fun of other children as if through bulletproof glass, and over the years this feeling of alienation from the world of people has only worsened. He had never experienced true friendship, had never loved anyone—and sometimes this realization made him hate himself so much that it was time to climb into a noose. In despair, he thought that maybe if he had been born like everyone else, it would have been easier for him. No, he never tried to be like the crowd, but loneliness often made him regret his genius. Over time, Viktor resigned himself. After all, his mechanisms will always be with him. There is no human impermanence in them. The breakdown of a certain gear is easier to predict than the cooling of a relationship.

— By the age of thirty-two, Viktor is a virgin. As mentioned earlier, he has never loved anyone, and therefore this fact is not shameful for him. He just thinks it's out of his area of interest and has no regrets about it.

— Viktor has a very significant «manhood»: 18.4 cm in length. However, he does not use it.

— Despite the extremely lousy position of his lungs, he smokes, and smokes a lot. He prefers unfiltered cigarettes, smokes about a dozen a day.

— Surprisingly, Viktor is not circumcised and is not even infertile. He is quite capable of becoming a father - but I think anyone understands that this will be the worst version of a dad that can only be imagined.

— Viktor never attached much importance to the partner's gender. He believes that there is no need to limit yourself to such extensive issues. He is bisexual (and possibly a mechanophile).

— If Viktor hypothetically has sex, he will do it with all his usual thoroughness. He will buy a pack of the best thin condoms (japanese ones can serve as an analogue from our world), purchase hypoallergenic lubricant and be very careful with his partner. In addition, before sexual intercourse, he will wash himself and immediately before the process, he will discuss everything with his partner again. It may seem superfluous, but he does not know how to do otherwise. He feels safer when he knows for sure that he is doing everything right: after all, it is not in his plans to damage someone's intestines or cervix.

— What Viktor will definitely not try in bed is the missionary position, where the heavier partner will be on top, and sitting on his face. This point hardly needs explanation.

— If Viktor finds himself in a receiving position in bed (that is, under a man), he will expect from his partner the same tenderness and attentiveness that he shows himself. Viktor does not welcome rudeness and savagery. He is thirty-two years old and terminally ill. With him, either gently and carefully, or in no way.

— Viktor prefers large partners with a good combination of fat percentage and muscle mass. No, appearance does not come first for him, the contact of mind and soul is more important to him — but opposites attract, and he will be especially pleased if his partner, regardless of gender, is an athletic endomorph with dark skin and large breasts. Sky and Jayce are perfect for his type.

— By the way, the subject of Viktor's stingy erotic fantasies are... Anatomical sketches with a female body. Yes, he prefers realism and precision even in such matters.

— Viktor treats himself differently. As mentioned earlier, he differentiates himself from society, and therefore his own nakedness seems disgusting and unnatural to him. He considers himself unattractive due to exhaustion and pelvic problems, and therefore does not like to relate himself to the general mass. Deep down, he wants to become a machine: then there will be no problems with a sick body and an imperfect mind. «Naturalness is for everyone, but not for me.»

#viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #arcane #headcanon

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ctrlhope · 9 months ago

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📂 CTRLHOPE : The best files found while searching through others PC’s! They have all the love in the world to them!

✰ last updated : 3/06/24 ! ™ ☻

➜ ┊: kim seokjin ᵎ ✰

Golden Boy (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ pornstar!seokjin

✰ synopsis: The golden boy of the porn industry, prettier than half his female co-stars. Will sue if you pull his hair. Always bothering his neighbors with pizza delivery.

╭♡ The Obsidian Pearl (m) (tw dc) » @angelicyoongie

✰ merman au, yandere!seokjin

✰ synopsis: Sailing through The Dead Man’s Passage is a death sentence and the whole crew knows it. But with the ship’s stocks dwindling fast, your captain is left with no other choice. When a haunting melody makes the crew jump ship one by one, you find yourself alone with the demon lurking in the murky red water. As the creature beckons you to jump into the icy ocean – “come to me, pet” – you find that you can’t do anything but obey.

➜ ┊: min yoongi �� ✰

The Mark of Yun-Ki (m) » @ladyartemesia

✰ royal au, hybrid!yoongi

✰ synopsis: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir… but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

╭♡ Beloved (m) » @bang-tan-bitches

✰ yandere, royal au, so good

✰ synopsis: Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win.

Late Bloomer (m) » @tayegi

✰ a/b/o, heat cycles

✰ synopsis: You were, what they called, a late bloomer. You didn't get your period until you were nearly seventeen-years-old and when all of your classmates were talking about boys and smoking weed after school, you were playing neopets in the back of the classroom. When your first heat suddenly hits in the middle of a ski trip, you’re forced to seek out the only other wolf in a 50 mile radius: your brothers best friend, Min Yoongi.

╭♡ Dig Deep (m) » @johobi

✰ alien au, yoongi has tentacles

✰ synopsis: The night before your wedding to a man you couldn’t find any more repugnant, you seek out the mercantile aid of an unscrupulous space pirate.

Fawn (m) (tw dc) » @silv3rswirls

✰ yandere au, corruption, age-gap, coercion

✰ synopsis: wide eyed, bushy tailed. the perfect little church girl parents can brag about. that is until you’re dragged into the waiting hands of min yoongi.

➜ ┊: jung hoseok ᵎ ✰

╭♡ Hot Rod (m) » @kinktae

✰ 1950s au, greaser!hoseok

✰ synopsis: a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the cute new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

Run Little Rabbit (m) » @readyplayerhobi

✰ hybrid au, college au, a/b/o

✰ synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

╭♡ Locks and Barriers (m) » @lemonjoonah

✰ post apocalyptic au, language barrier, hoseok is such a sweetheart

✰ synopsis: One of the most amazing experiences in your life soon descends into chaos. Your trip to Seoul becoming overshadowed by a cataclysmic event leaving you alone in a city that is not your own. Your only hope? To find the man who has sent out one last broadcast to the city in search of any survivors, but you’ll have to overcome more than distance if you wish to become closer to him.

➜ ┊: kim namjoon ᵎ ✰

➜ ┊: park jimin ᵎ ✰

╭♡ Otherworldly (m) (tw dc) » @sinning-on-a-sunday

✰ coralline au, yandere!jimin, dc

✰ synopsis: when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.

Labour of Love (tw dc) » @yandere-society

✰ yandere!jimin, unhealthy relationships, dc

✰ synopsis: A love so sweet tastes just as sour. Jimin is unable to live without you.

Power Play (m) » @dovechim

✰ pornstar!jimin

✰ synopsis: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.

➜ ┊: kim taehyung ᵎ ✰

Chism (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ fantasy au, god!taehyung, rings

✰ synopsis: The entirety of your life, you have never fit in. A woman soldier. A passive power, wielded in the land of the bold. Despite this, you have followed your father’s advice and striven to blend into the crowd. You feel you have succeeded, until your Queen calls you before her with an arduous task. Guard the darkest cell in the lowest dungeon. Do not listen to what the prisoner has to say and above all else, keep your head. The old gods may be dead, but the humans are living.

Planning Ahead (m) » @dovechim

✰ established relationship

✰ synopsis: technology has reached its peak when taehyung gets notified of your ovulation dates through his phone. baby making sex is so much easier when all he has to do is convince you to let him put in just the tip, and rely on your hormones to do the rest. you call him a sly fox. taehyung thinks it’s just planning ahead.

Falling, Falling, Gone » @johobi

✰ college au, soccer player!taehyung

✰ synopsis: Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

You Should See Me in a Crown (m) » @sinning-on-a-sunday

✰ royal au, yandere!prince!taehyung, dc

✰ synopsis: you’ve been a servant to the Kim family for years, but when Taehyung becomes king, he starts to show an interest in you, and it doesn’t take long for him to claim you as his.

╭♡ Isn’t That What Brothers Do? (m) » @aris-ink

✰ step brother au, just the tip, top 5 ffs of all time

✰ synopsis: Taehyung helps you clean up after a party just like brothers should do.

Instinct (m) (tw dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ hybrid au, yandere!taehyung, beautiful take on hybrids

✰ synopsis: He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts.

➜ ┊: jeon jungkook ᵎ ✰

Liars and Fire (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ ex husband!jungkook

✰ synopsis: It’s been nearly a year since your divorce was finalized. Why, then, do you still find yourself falling into bed with your ex?

Over the Edge (m) » @kpopfanfictrash

✰ hockey player!jungkook

✰ synopsis: so, you’re dating. everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the First Real Fight?

Quarter Quell » @laughing-with-god

✰ hunger games au, yandere!jungkook

✰ synopsis: Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts' defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.

╭♡ Close (m) (tw dc) » @aft3rhrs

✰ step-brother au, yandere!jungkook, so. so good.

✰ synopsis: You and your step-brother have always been so close.

╭♡ The Crimson Shell (m) (tw dc) » @angelicyoongie

✰ merman au, yandere!jungkook, oviposition

✰ synopsis: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

➜ ┊: poly ᵎ ✰

Fortuna (m) » @readyplayerhobi

✰ pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader

✰ future au, breeding kink

✰ synopsis: 300 years ago, half the world’s population died when the experimental Fortuna virus escaped. The remaining male population has been rendered infertile with one loophole that has meant polyamorous relationships have become the norm.

╭♡ Between Two Sinners (m) (tw dc) » loquaciouslo

✰ pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jimin x Reader, eventual Taehyung x Reader

✰ church au, priests son!yoongi, very dark content

✰ synopsis: In which you find yourself praying against your growing desires for the pastor's son - and his best friend - only to find it in the most faithless of places. When devils are sweet and their faces come in sets of two, what are you supposed to do? Will you resist? Or succumb to temptation?

Entangled (m) » @caelesjjk

✰ pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

✰ superhero!au, spiderman!jungkook, venom!taehyung

✰ synopsis: is it possible for your heart to belong to two different people with two different secrets that you need to keep?

Sleeping (m) (tw dc) » @aris-ink

✰ pairing: maknae line x reader

✰ somnophilia, sharing is caring <3

✰ synopsis: the maknae line has been using you while you sleep.

╭♡ Animal Farm (m) (tw dc) » @joonberriess

✰ pairing: taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader

✰ post apocalyptic au, dark au, my comfort fic fr <\3

✰ synopsis: the world as you once knew it is in shambles, society is gone and those who remain fight for survival in the remaining days. you end up caught in the fire, targeted by two depraved hunters who believe you’d make a good pet. “is it a farm or is it society?”

➜ ┊: Other ᵎ ✰

Jeju Shore (m) » @here2bbtstrash @gimmethatagustd @sailoryooons

✰ one-shot pairings: Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

✰ jersey shore au, 2009 au, smut, a real good time

✰ synopsis: This season on Jeju Shore, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook fist-pump their way through Labor Day Weekend. 2009 is their fucking year and they are ready to tear up the clubs. Hide your vodka redbulls, your baby oil, and your pink Sony digital camera - the maknaes are in town.

Bouquet (m) (tw dc) » @deepdarkdelights

✰ ot7 (not poly) one shot series

✰ yandere au, such a fun world to dive into, hoseoks part is beautiful

✰ synopsis: Seven men are dying to give you love, will you accept their affections? Be warned, it’s quite easy for these affections to develop into a deep, dark, twisted affair.

#📂 ctrl.recs #📂 ctrl.navigation #📂 ctrl.navi #ctrlhope

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rokishimizu4 · 3 months ago

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Lex Luther hires Superman to be his bodyguard

(Yes, you read the title right! I hate Lex, but I hate Joker more and making Lex suffer is my comfort) TW: Violence, death, and implied smut

Surprisingly it has been days since the incident between Green Lantern, and Red Robin, and the copper spider (Which no one has no idea how it disappeared so fast), and Clark Kent was settling back into his role as being a paid journalist for the Daily Planet, when Lois Lane rushes into his cubicle.

She tries to keep her voice down, but he didn’t need his super hearing to hear how excited she was, as she tells him that Lex just held a private conferences (With a few journalists like Lois Lane, cause she’s a favorite of Superman, being allowed in) asking for Superman’s help yesterday!

Which was the day that Clark was off Earth with Green Lantern, searching for what the message meant, and he felt somewhat bad for missing it.

However, before he could, politely, share in Lois’s joy, their boss calls her back into his office for a quick meeting. Clark easily eavesdrops on the conversation and learns that Lois would be allowed to write the article, but from a professional standpoint only.

He spends the next 8 hours trying to pay attention to his own work, but hearing his wife, Lois, mumble happily to herself, and praising him like a good boy, makes it 10x times more difficult.

By the time he and Lois are finished with the day, they both sneak for a quicky back at their apartment before returning, and Clark lets her leave first so he can ‘catch up’ on his unfinished work.

He joins her a few hours later, letting her have her, deserved, spotlight and professional interview for the full article, as Superman and joins Lex in private.

But Clark’s good mood soon turns into fear, for both Lex, the goop child?, and whoever else was trapped in this situation as he learns that Luther donated money, billions, to an organization that was researching alien life on different planets and in different Solar systems.

Luther originally thought that he could use the organization to further his plans to finally bring Superman down, and giving them his Kryptonite (not all mind you, but enough) to boost the research.

Only to get a small message from one of his scientists, that he put in to keep an eye on the organization, that the research was not what he originally thought it was for.

”The next day, my scientist was found dead in a sewer drain, completely eaten by rats.” Luther finishes as he pushes an evidence bag over his desk to Superman, containing an ID for a Jane Smith, with Lex Corp stamped proudly in the background.

“This is all they found that identifies her as one of mine.”

Superman swallows down the bile threatening to come up, as he notices how blood soaked the ID tag was.

”I’ve tried everything, but there no information about the organization and I believe that someone hired something to kill me and my personal staff that knew some about the organization.”

”Please, I know we have had our differences, but I don’t want to die like a pig to the slaughter.”

It takes less than an hour for a safe house to be set up for Lex Luther and his personal staff somewhere out of the US, and even less time to realize that the US government knew nothing about the organization, or whoever did know to become a missing person.

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my-my-my · 9 days ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 12 - Fucking Machine/Sex Toys: Akon x Female Reader

Summary: A busted senkaimon gate has seen an influx of curious humans entering Sereitei, and unfortunately, Squad 12 can't close it remotely. Akon decides to inspect the gate and fix it for himself, but finds that the humans have other ideas on what is on the "other side" of the mysterious gate.

TW: MDNI! Use of bakudo as sex toys, actual use of sex toys, oral sex (both m and f receiving). Reader believes in aliens.

Word count: 1915

Read on AO3 here.

“Lieutenant Akon, there are peculiar readings coming from the eastern side of Karakura Town.” Hiyosu reported. Akon, who was busy with the readings from another region, looked at Hiyosu and narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean by, ‘peculiar’?” He asked Hiyosu. Nothing the Twelfth Division did was particularly “normal,” so for it to be flagged as “peculiar” by Hiyosu, must have been something truly strange.

“There have been humans wandering around the senkaimon gate there.” Hiyosu scratched his head, his bulging eyes reading the results properly. “I’m not sure they know what it is though, but I can’t close the gate remotely from the lab.”

Akon sighed and rubbed his temple. If Hiyosu couldn’t close the gate from the lab, there was a bigger problem worth investigating, and the last thing Soul Society needed were curious humans roaming about, again.

“I’ll deal with it then.” Akon said, patting Hiyosu on the back, “if Captain Mayuri needs me, just send me a message.” He grumbled. As he walked out of the Squad 12 barracks, Akon flash stepped towards the malfunctioning gate in Sereitei.

Out of habit, Akon pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, exhaling as he inspected the malfunctioning gate. His cigarette hung from his mouth as he reached out and tore parts of the gate apart, yet the gate did not disappear.

“Whoa!” A head appeared through the gate, Akon froze and stared at you, his cigarette falling to the ground. “Aliens do exist!”

“Alien?” Akon sighed, “do I look like an alien?” Akon glared, staring at the head coming through the gate.

“You speak Japanese?!?” You exclaimed, as more of your body came through the gate.

Akon closed his eyes, his headache coming back in full force. He pinched his nose and stomped on his cigarette.

“I didn’t know aliens smoked?” You gasped, seeing the stub and smelling the faint smoke from him. “Did you pick that up from your visit to Earth?” You asked, your eyes roaming over the being in front of you.

The being looked… human, more or less, with black hair, sharp eyes, no eyebrows though, instead three protruding horns from their forehead. They seemed a bit pale, but very human-like.

“I’m not—wait you can see me?” Akon asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

“I’m not supposed to see you?” You gasped, covering your mouth in shock. “There were rumours that the abandoned inn became a UFO hotspot.” You spoke.

Akon, ever the scientist, was curious about the rumours, “care to tell me more about these rumours?” He asked, politely.

“Oh sure! Some friends of mine saw a weird looking alien, kind of round, green skin and kind of waddled around.”

Hiyosu…

“Is that so?” Akon asked, “anything else?”

“No… that’s it.” You mumbled, completely out of the gate now. You took a look around your surroundings and noticed that it was an abandoned home. “Am I in your spaceship? I wanted to see an alien for myself.”

Akon’s lips twitched, trying not to laugh. “Yes, this is my spaceship.”

“No way!” You exclaimed, taking a better look, “but it’s so dusty though? Or are you forcing me to see this.” You glared and pouted at Akon. Much to his dismay, he thought you looked cute.

“I don’t think the human mind can comprehend my race’s superior technology.” Akon said, sarcastically.

You walked around the abandoned home, and quickly sprinted to the door, to which you found locked.

“If you opened that, you’d fall into space and die.” Akon said with a deadpan expression, “we don’t want that, do we?”

You yelped and jumped away from the door, “nope, definitely don’t want that!”

Akon pulled another cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, thinking about what to do and how Hiyosu was going to get an earful later. He heard you rambling about something but didn’t pay attention.

“Hey – um, are you listening…?”

“You can call me Akon.” He replied dryly, exhaling the smoke away from you. Akon looked at you again, narrowing his eyes as you suddenly appeared shy for some reason.

“Oh, ok!” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, “Well Akon, I asked if you were going to probe me.”

Probing?

Oh right, living beings think aliens probe humans. Akon thought to himself.

Akon let out another drag from his cigarette and thought about his options.

A distraction might be nice.

“Do you want to be probed?” He asked, taking another puff.

“You’re asking me?!” You exclaimed, your eyes wide at the question.

“If you don’t, then it’s fine. Someone else will come by and we can probe them instead.” Akon said in a matter-of-fact tone. “We still don’t know how far that rumour of yours spread.” Akon chuckled, looking at you.

You swallowed nervously, but looked at him directly, “go ahead.” As you extended your arms out together, as if he would shackle you immediately.

Akon laughed, “put your hands away and relax.” He said, and with a snap of his fingers, you were pushed into some sort of chair, but your legs were spread wide open. “What were you hoping for when you asked me to probe you?” Akon asked, as he stood between your legs.

“I…” you stuttered, unsure of how to answer.

“Something violent? Like taking out your organs.” You yelped and tried to close your legs, but something was keeping them apart, something you couldn’t see.

“Or something that’ll make you feel good?”

Panic crept in your voice, “feel good! Definitely that one, yes!” You shrieked, nodding your head.

Akon laughed, “good. I wasn’t expecting you to say violence.” He gave you a gentle smile, putting you slightly at ease.

“What are you going to do to me then… Akon?”

Akon didn’t answer immediately. He wondered if it was worth explaining any of this, but you seemed curious, and he wasn’t one to deny someone seeking to know more.

“I have some devices that haven’t been tested yet. You’ll be my tester.” Akon gave you a reassuring smile as he pat the top of your head. “But first, you need to be prepped for it.”

“Prepped? I can’t get out of here though.” You whined, you could lift your arms or your legs, invisible shackles holding them down to the chair. It almost felt like… magic?

“Don’t worry about that.” Akon calmly said, “I’ll help you with that.” And with a snap of his fingers, your clothes were gone, as you sat naked in front of the mysterious being.

Cold air hit your body and you shuddered at the sensation, until you felt something warm and… wet licking your stomach and traveling its way up to your breasts. You couldn’t see what it was, but there was a faint, almost golden glow.

And it felt amazing. You arched your back and moaned loudly as the sensations continued at your breasts, but another one was added to your pussy. Akon stood there, smoking as he watched you writhed in the chair, mentally noting a new use for the modified bakudo spell he cast.

You saw Akon pull something out of his pocket, it looked so small, almost like a beeper, with an assortment of buttons of different colours on it. He pressed one and a poof of smoke appeared.

You gulped at what was in his hand, it was a very thick, large dildo.

“That won’t fit inside me!” You shrieked, then moaned as the bakudo binding swiped your folds again, while a segment slipped inside your dripping hole, slightly filling you.

Akon gave you a smirk, “it’ll fit” watching you gulp, as he positioned the bulbous head near your wet hole. “Your pussy looks greedy for it.”

He gently pushed the toy inside you, letting you adjust to its girth. Akon began to pump it slowly from you, as he watched you groan from the feeling of it. Then he stepped away, the dildo securely inside you. He pushed another button and you let out another loud moan as the toy began to pump itself, whirring away as the bakudo continued to lick at your clit and play with your nipples.

You licked your lips and moaned, never having felt such pleasure before. You didn’t realize the seat unfurled itself until you felt a hand in your hair. Akon stood above you, with a very prominent erection poking through his clothes.

“Another test for you.” Akon chuckled, his cock inches away from your lips. You licked your lips again and let Akon push his shaft inside your mouth, as you moaned around him. Akon set the pace as he held on to your head and fucked your mouth. You were too lost in pleasure to care as the squelches of your pussy and the toy echoed loudly in the room.

Akon’s pace was steady, but gentle. He would gently pet your hair, murmuring how good your mouth was. You pulled your mouth away and screamed as the toy continued pushing itself out of you as you squirted on the chair. Akon watched in amusement and began to fist his erection, before spraying your face with his cum.

“I think that’s enough tests.” He said calmly, as he put himself away. Akon pushed a pill into your mouth, forcing you to swallow, as he casted a kido spell to clean you up. You were trying to catch your breath in the chair and didn’t even notice your clothes were back on your body. You also, surprisingly after what you had gone through, didn’t feel weak.

But before you knew it, you were near the bizarre hole that led you to Akon in the first place.

“Did you enjoy being probed?” Akon laughed, his arms crossed in front of him.

You huffed and were silent, but let out a quiet “yes.”

“Well then, my job is done.” Akon gave you a smile, and another pat on your head. He held some bizarre toy in front of him, with a toy duck head on the top of it. “You’re not going to remember any of this, sorry about that.” Akon apologized, a wry smile on his face as he pushed the duck head down. A bright flash erupted and you found yourself in the abandoned inn.

“What the hell?!” You yell. You pulled out your phone and the time didn’t change from once you entered the inn to now. You remembered seeing a stray dog run into the inn, and wanted to find it and bring it to safety, but there was no dog around!

“How strange” you murmured, leaving the inn. You called a taxi to get home, looking at the inn with confusion.

“Are you alright ma’am? Strange place to pick you up at.” The driver said through the rear view mirror.

“Oh, I’m alright. I thought I saw a dog run in there and wanted to find it. But I didn’t find it at all.”

“Well I heard the inn is an alien hotspot now.”

“Alien hotspot? You believe in aliens?” You scoffed. “I just saw a dog and went after it. I thought it was hurt or something.”

“I see…” the taxi driver said, as he drove you home in silence.

As you entered your home, you felt something strange in your pocket, a mahjong tile? Where did you get this?

But you had enough strangeness for one day, and decided to sleep, making note to visit the local mahjong parlour for questions.

I always hc'd that Akon has created a sex toy or two haha, he seems like the kind of guy to want to have his partner test it out for him!

The title comes from the Dandadan OST "Paranormal Funk" by Kensuke Ushio, and Dandadan was a loose inspiration for this chapter as well!

Thanks for reading! :) Next up will be Uryuu.

#bleach #akon #bleach akon #bleach smut #bleach fanfiction #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #bleach x female reader #akon x you #akon x reader #akon x y/n

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watchoutforthefanfics · 8 months ago

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Ticking Love Bomb (Part Seven) || Eleventh Doctor × gn! Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...

Taglist: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @solitairemvp @idontevenknowwth @this-is-me-lolol @rokosbasalisk @solarbxby

Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

You heard somewhere distantly a sort of grumbly voice, deep and echoing against your ribcage, but it still somehow brought you comfort -a voice you knew but right now, you couldn’t remember. You should’ve remembered.

The room was slow to form around you, the fuzziness of your mind light and airy. It didn’t feel real, nothing felt quite real.

You were on a beach -the sand was a wondrous sort of purple but you knew it was a beach, the sun beating down on your skin and the water still a blue. And there he was, sitting against the sand -his suit jacket shed and his sleeves pushed up his arms.

His hands were messing with the sand, and his feet dipped into the water. He looked rather comfortable, you didn’t want to disturb him.

“Come on, then,” he waved back at you, “-it’s rather lonely over here.”

Your mouth opened without your insistence, “Oh, you saying you miss me, raggedy man?”

“All the time,” he spoke rather genuinely, politely patting the sand beside him -it was just you and him then. You wondered why that bothered you for a second.

Raggedy Man, as you so promptly referred to him, was smiling -it made your heart stutter in your chest. He looked pretty with the sun on his skin and his hair askew, like maybe the water had drizzled over it.

“Don't be a sap,” you laughed, moving beside him, “-you know I can't handle when you're a sap-”

“Maybe that's why I do it,” he answered, something twinkling in his eye, “-I'm rather fond of you when you're flustered.”

“Don't,” you shook your head, “-Don't start.”

Your eyes landed on something blue, it was almost… calling out to you. Like it was reaching for you but it had no hands-

The shape was all blurry but you still knew it, you knew that blue, you knew that feeling, you knew this man-

The sun was so bright now, it almost… it almost took up your whole vision. It was, it was taking up your whole vision now.

“Raggedy man?”

That was how you woke up, chained up in a small little room -sweat beading down your forehead. You weren't really feeling well -your head spinning, your wrists stinging, and your eyes ran dry.

It was a cloudy sort of fuzziness to your mind, something in your chest beating harder than you'd ever thought it could.

“Doctor,” the word left your lips before you could think straight, but as you gained consciousness you only went further, “-Doctor.”

The silence was unwelcome.

“R-Rory, Amy-” your throat was dry, and you suddenly wondered exactly where you were, “-I don't-”

You struggled against the metal-like substance on your wrists, wiggling against it despite the pull of your skin.

“Calm down,” a voice echoed through the room, not one you knew, “-struggling will do nothing.”

“Where did you take me? Where-” you started, a little frantic (the Doctor was always a fingertip away), “-Where am I?”

“Hidden,” the voice answered, bouncing off the walls, “-per request until the Doctor confers with the Headmistress.”

Right, your brain responded, he loves me.

He loves me.

“For how long?” You questioned, arms tired and head sore, “Do you- Are they talking now?”

“Likely,” the voice answered, shortly.

“Why do you-” you started, “-Why me?”

“Obvious answer to an obvious question,” the voice tsked, “-you know why now.”

“I guess I do.”

You took a glance around the room, the white sleek cuffs were still placed around your wrists, but other than that you were free to roam. It was lined with sleek metal walls -shiny to your eye, it hurt with your head so stuffy.

There was even something that resembled a bed -though, it didn't look very comfortable. It was a simple slab of the same material as the walls, some sort of metal, and a silky sort of fabric draped on top, thin.

That won't help against the coolness of the metal, you brain thought, and a bed? How long do they expect this to take?

You simply turned your foot to the back wall, where a window lie. It was a small one but you could still see the swirls of galaxies, peeking into your vision.

Vibrant colors that part of you wished you could touch, feel, see better.

If reminded you of your feet hanging out of the Tardis, as he set it up perfectly to see something beautiful. Except he wasn't here, and the view was miniscule -only a little if you stood on your tippy toes.

You missed it all.

“Can you… tell me when they're done?”

“No,” the voice answered, sharply, “-it's best you know of nothing.”

“Why is that?” You questioned.

“The Doctor’s companions are intelligent, If you know something,” the creature continued, “-you might get out.”

“Awe, thank you,” you remarked, deadpan, “-and how exactly would I do that? I'm cuffed and locked in from the outside.”

“Headmistress takes no chances.”

“I can see that,” you looked around at the walls -you couldn't even see where the door began. It was all just plated metal.

Then, as if the world answered your question, the door slid open. One of the creatures, tall and lanky, came inside and merely looked at you.

“Headmistress has requested you,” the creature said, robotically, “-it's time for negotiations.”

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #gender neutral y/n #a bit angsty but #it fixes itself #is really sad kinda so #unrequited love but not really #use of y/n #watchoutwriting #ticking love bomb

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suusoh · 4 months ago

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i wanna know what’s your theory on what happened to johan after the ending since it’s up to the audiences imagination yk?

THANK YOU FOR ASKING MY THOUGHTS ON THIS ANON! I give you kiss ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ I'm going to diverge more on headcanons of him in another post. These are just my nonsensical interpretations of Johan after monster.

(tw: talks of multiple suicide attempts (all failed though don't worry))

Another anon of mine sent another similar ask (will post said ask shortly as it dwelves more into the x reader aspects hehe) gave the description of post-monster/ post-rurenheim johan as "a juxtaposition to his regular omnipotent self" which is a 1000% perfect way on how I'd describe him post-monster/post-rurenheim.

I really do believe that although he still has a prowess for manipulation skills and psychology after monster, he wouldn't have as much charisma as before. Part of his godly charisma came from the fact that he himself has no identity so he can fine tune himself to anyone (presenting himself with such a pleasing expression and personality, his agreeability with some would come from his own lack of personall thoughts). But now that he's got his own individuality and a name, he wouldn't bother with being agreeable anymore, as it isn't as natural for him anymore.

It's kind of why he doesn't even bother keeping a soft smile anymore at the end of monster when he was confronting dr tenma. He's not trying to be approachable anymore, and instead opts to actually showing how he's feeling rn. Instead of just using a pleasant expression as a placeholder on his face. I mean just look at the stark difference:

All the trauma and stress has finally catched up to him and has even taken a PHYSICAL toll on his body as well. I haven't noticed it before as I thought it was just an art style, but you can can notice that over time after he uncovers his past since the library, his face actually starts growing eye bags

like he is TIRED. He cannot do this anymore, he's burnt out. Which is the number one characterization I would give him post-monster.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE when he is interpreted as still having that small serene smile on his face and living his life calmly after monster. I subscribe to that characterization and would write him like that too, especially if we're going to interpret it as it being second nature or muscle memory for him to have that politeness. —It's just another part of me loves the idea that him being slightly rude and unapproachable even. A part of his reclaiming of his own humanity, is him not keeping up appearances anymore. He doesn't need to keep up politeness and being friendly anymore.

Another thing I can see him doing for a while is actually being quite... listless? If that makes sense. Like he would just do a good solid nothing for a while. Walk around in parks and other places trying to take in the world around him again. Trying to grasp life after losing his inner monster/kinderheim programming/fucked up coping mechanism.

He might try bars now and other social gatherings to see the hype and try to feel something. But maybe it just makes him feel all the more alienated and detached from society. Imagine being surrounded by so much people but still feel so alone. He'd feel all the more disconnected from humanity.

--- talks of suicide start here ---

Kind of dark here but I think this might lead him to trying to attempt at ending his life again. He sees it so pointless now and his entire focal point has been shattered

He knows him and his sister aren't the same people anymore, he knows that he doesn't have to keep living his life as her shadow/half a person/the "worse" version of her. But man... after 20+ years of living like that it's really gonna hit once you realise that you can't do your sole life goal anymore...

His despair might come in the form of him genuinely not knowing how to live. Throughout monster it kinda felt like he was on autopilot, his own individuality and sense of self taking a backseat. So imagine out of nowhere the plane's crashing and you're suddenly put in the driver's seat all of a sudden when, you didn't even bother learning how to drive or fly this thing in the first place because 1.) You were convinced you didn't need to drive ever, you were forcefully stuffed in the plane's cargo by adults who traumatized you, 2.) You didn't even know you'd be flying this long.

(sorry for the plane analogy i'm just rambling my raw thoughts 💀 but yes man is lowkey crashing and burning)

If we're gonna put it in a smaller more related level, imagine your entire life you grew up trained to be like...like an archaeologist or something, like your childhood bedroom had archaeology stuff, you were raised to study archaeology and only archaeology, you excelled at it, you had the gear for archaeology, you're in college studying archaeology and even having a specific vision in your mind of you being an archaeologist....the only thoughts you grew up with is you and archaeology.

Only to find out from nowhere that you never actually were into archaeology. And that you liking archaeology (aka your hobby/interest, your entire IDENTITY) was conditioned and instilled into you by weird freaky scientists when you were a child. You find out that you actually had a personality BEFORE archaelogy, and now you're 20 and you've spent more than a decade of your life dedicated to archaeology only to find out that maybe this whole time archaeology isn't even a thing you liked in the first place.

yeah that's basically the library revelation. HAFHDJAH archaeology being his "monster".

And now you're wandering through life, that isn't about you being an archaeologist..... OF COURSE YOU'D FUCKING DESPAIR. What are you even supposed to do now????

But funnily enough, Naoki Urusawa says that monster is actually a dark comedy in his eyes (Lmaooo just as I thought. I was giggling watching monster), so in true shakespearean tragic-comedy fashion, Johan's attempt here might become a fail. Divine intervention if you will.

But worry not friends, as this suicide attempt of his was made when his monster was gone, where his coolness and emotional detachment are also gone. So I think him doing a suicide attempt post-monster might actually, in some miraculous roundabout way.... scare him a bit for the first time.

I think the scene/poem "The View from Halfway Down" from "Bojack Horseman" is the best way to describe how I see he'll start feeling things.

He'd wonder why his heart is beating suddenly and why a cold sweat is forming on his face and on his palms, and why his breathing is out of control. He's confused as hell as to why his adrenaline spiked up. He walked on the ledges of rooftops, the number of times he's had guns pointed at him is more than the fingers on his hands, he died twice for goodness sakes. So why?...why is he feeling this all of a sudden? he'd start to grow a bit frustrated because this doesn't. make. sense.

If we're still gonna go with the dark comedy route, we could write him as him trying and trying again to off himself💀i'm so sorry. I'm just rolling with Urusawa's vision here of him saying monster is a dark comedy. Each time Johan attempts with ending his life, it would just fail.

But if he got spooked off on his first suicide attempt post-monster, he'd probably stop after that one. Not because he wants to keep living, but because his stupid (incredible) brain chemicals keep making his body hesitate to off himself.

He'd be pissed at his own fear. I could see him actually almost tearing up in frustration at what's happening. He's never had to deal with shit like this before, he never hesitated, he never had to feel fear, hell— he didn't even have to LIVE before. He wasn't actually living during his time as "Johan Liebert". He didn't get the same agency to fully explore and navigate his own life in his own time like every other human being. He doesn't want to try. He just wants to end himself— and he can't even do that anymore. He's so frustrated, and pissed, and he's honestly just so... lost.

Buuuut! To quote Tom Hanks from "Castaway":

I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail."

He'd then sigh softly and shake his head...maybe let out a small sardonic laugh. Ah, how fate really does love to mess with him. Some higher being out there is really taking the piss with him, wasn't it? Because maybe.... just maybe. He kind of realises that Dr. Tenma and Nina were right.

I think this is the point where he'd kinda like.... cancel out nihilism WITH nihilism.

" I found everything pointless... until I realised even that was pointless" kinda vibe

Hope this satisfied your question anon! My thoughts are not organized here so pardon :)! Also please excuse if my tone in the more serious parts sounds a bit too light.

Thank you for reading and and asking me anon! ˘ ³ ˘ mwuah!!

#will tag and proofread later im so sleepyyy #c.johan liebert #johan liebert #monster anime #tw suicide ideation #tw mention of suicide #suusoh answers

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theimportantnone · 5 months ago

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Prompt: Aliens discover goodie bags.

Story one

Xek had been invited to a human birthday party. He did not understand the hubbub around coming closer to death but to promote unity between the crew he accepted the invitation. Coming from a frugal race it had been hard to adjust to the abundance of quantity **and** quality prevelent in human culture as he would be described as a "lick the plate clean" kinda person. But he found solace in that meals where prepared for a number of people in mind and made accordingly large. What he did not expect was careless quantity as he saw them, so called goodie bags. A whole table was layed out of small plastic bags full of sweets and meal cubes, what a horrid waste. He knew that even if everyone invited took one there would still be dozens left to waste. This would not do, perhaps more people had been invited that he first though, friends and family on the next planet they where stopping on, as he was just helping with party prep. Once they landed he found he was wrong. Xek panicked, a primal urge to consume even to his own detriment so nothing would be wasted. He counted out every bag and every guest, and took what remained. Once the party started he heard complaints about a lack of goodie bags that apperently were promised by the hosts. Xeks stomach nearly inverted (something that only happens when his kind went into labor, it's very painful.) Apparently, the bags where not for just eating right away, but where also for giving from host to guest to guests relatives. No wonder there where sweets instead of just meal cubes, they where gifts back to the community! A thanks for being with the one who aged. Xek admitted that he ate the rest of the bags (plastic and all, he knew this was "abnormal" but his stomach was built for heavy duty eating and no waste meant no waste,) but much to his relief he was forgiven, as even more gift bags were prepared, "just cause."

Story two

Iizikiel (pronounced Ezekiel) was tasked with observing human traditions for first contact prep. "These humans are such a young species," it thought, floating above its spy console, theyre small pod invisible to all but the most advanced eyes (which thankfully on this planet belonged to a specific crustacean living far away from iizikiel's ship.)

"I must give them merit for their rapid technological development but it is clear their socio-political development is far behind, if I could choose if bar these bipeds from the union until they could find us first."

"Negative, Iizi (pronounced easy) , the councle feels their spirit would bring a wondrous boost of productivity to the union," booped his bio-mechanical companion, 2hr+d. "Shut it," replied Iizi with a frustrated belch. Being a floating jellyfish like blob wasn't always great compared to a half mech half anthropomorphic beetleish creature, but at least Iizi had electrosis and could shut up (tw-hr-pl-d, or twerpd) for real if it wanted.

Today Iizi was witnessed two humans promise monogamy for each other under their home government, known as "marriage." a large ensemble of people gathered in rows in front of the couple, as a religious figured blessed their union. "So odd that they feel the need for a higher power to allow for a union, feels very-" "insecure?" clicked twerpd. "I was going to say, superfluous, " retorted Iizi.

But then something caught Iizi's eye, little bundles of edibles, being handed out to leaving attendees. Up until now he had only witnessed eating immediately after food was presented to its recipients, extras being taken only after an initial digging in. This was something entirely different, as some people where eating the contents right away while others stuffed them in their pockets or vehicles. He would have understood that behavior if their had been a feat prior but no, it seemed these seemingly needy eaters where intentionally waiting to eat.

"What do you make of this Twerpd?"

"Iizi, this is only our 4th local rotation in tandem with this continent, maybe they we've only ever seen them hunger, perhaps they don't always need to eat when presented with food."

"But if that's true, why do so many eat to unhealthy levels, and why is food such a large industry when it's clear that knowledge of self sufficient food production is commonly available? The likely conclusion is that humans are unable to not eat when presented with food and only stop when full, normally saving leftovers or making sure no one else gets said left overs by tossing them into trash recepticals. It also explains why roundness is common place, at least on this continent. "

"we still have more to learn, as evidence also suggests that there are a multitude of cultures present here and beyond, Iizi, save your rambling conclusions for our first revolution of their home star."

Authors note

To be so honest I was three paragraphs deep into a five part story but I forgot to save and lost all of it, so I thought up these two, more hastily written stories as a replacement. Who know gift bags would be a struggle to write about.

#humans are weird #humans are space fae #humans are space orcs

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lebensmudewing · 17 days ago

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Tw: depression and self harm and suicide and everything

I get the whole "improve yourself" thing, and I would like it to be real for me. But it's not.

Every single small thing is a battle for me, you just can't win by willpower. I would like to reach to point where I feel automatic, but it's not a thing for me.

I can sleep on tight schedule for 3 months and then one day I sleep late and already fucked up the whole schedule and it feels like the previous 3 months haven't passed at all, as if sleeping early were this brand new alien thing that I have never heard of.

And is the same with everything. Brushing my teeth, changing my clothes, bathing, making my bed, eating.

Eating properly is the most tough shit ever. Like, out of nowhere my body can decide that only wants to eat oranges and everything else is repulsive. I have survived on coke and doritos for days in the past. I haven't eat a proper meal in weeks by now, only lame sandwiches and tea. Proper food is not...appealing. In other times I can eat only meat and eggs, or only soup, or only salad. I can't eat as a normal person. Like, could I really live on...I don't know, suplements and vitamins put straight on my veins? Because this whole process is shit.

I have had eras of feeling that I can make it, that I can accomplish the things I want, only to be meet with failure again. I try it, I make planners, and tracking, and I declutter, and I apply the whole pack of techniques people name, and go to therapy, and take the meds, and change my diet, and go to the gym, and take sun, and... Only to just be the same exact person in the end, only to just not be where I want at all.

People when looking at me may think that I'm somehow used to live this way, that I'm just different and my concept of bonding, acceptance, company, wellbeing is different. But it's not, I want and crave for everything that everyone else have. I want someone to see me, I want someone to talk to me.

And I try it, but it doesn't work. The other day I was talking with someone and suddenly stopped and told me that it was like I didn't want to be there or something like that, that I was robotic. And it is, lmao, I follow the social script because I'm clueless. My brain is not wired that way, it's just not. Period.

It's laughable at this point how advice like "ask questions, because people like to talk abt themselves" and "read books/watch movies to have interesting conversations" just doesn't work. I can say the exact words someone want and it will still be wrong for some reason. "You don't really feel it". Well, do really people feel the "Hey, how are you, fine, what did you do on weekend?" bit? I don't think so. But special rules write themselves to just not fit what I'm doing.

I think there is more merit in not feeling like doing something and do it because you care about the person than the opposite. I don't care about the new Tiktok trend, but tell me about it! When has someone done that for me like ever? I can't talk about anything that matters to me with anyone. I can't go beyond trivial small talk, I'm kind, I'm polite, I ask questions, I make jokes, I say what I think. It doesn't matter, I'm still alone.

I also try to keep up with all the adult stuff, but I just can't. It's like every month is a "day one", and end up in the same dirty room. Doesn't matter how much I declutter, everything is messy. I literally want to throw everything in the garbage at this point. I "knit" (in two years I have only made like three pieces and the rest is just waste) as a hobby and is a hot mess, there are yarns all over the place. And people is like: "put them in boxes". I already have ton of boxes, I have more boxes than furtinure. I declutter, I put a ton of stuff in the trash and still everything is shit. I literally can't have a clean desk, or a clean bed, or a clean anything.

The only thing that is holding me back of putting everything in the trash and just have one pair of jeans and a blanket is that I don't want to be one step closer from suicide. I want to keep telling myself "no, I have to knit that top, look at these yarn!", "look at this book, I have to read it someday!". If I have nothing, like nothing at all, just empty furtinute, no boxes, no cellphone, no books, no PC, just a blanket, then...??? I would literally kill myself, because there would be nothing for me in the world anymore. There will be no excuse, I would have to face the reality that I can't change, that everything is still the same, that I will never be that person, the who knit silly pretty stuff and read books like in the past and enjoy things and is seen.

I also feel like I want to cut myself. I was literally thinking about you know what my wrists, in a suicidal way, a few minutes ago. I recovered from self harm years ago, I don't do it, but my mind keep telling me that it would be a great option. Isn't funny how basic shit like sleeping, eating, changing clothes is the most problematic stuff that just can't stick but self harm is there even after years of not doing it? The shit writes itself. I would like to see the blood flowing away, and feel pain, and feel that I hate myself and end it all and stop feeling and thinking, and being.

I have the expectations on me, I still keep breathing, I'm still here. But I grow resentful of people that "loves" me. They don't let me die, I have to live for them, but they are not living my life. They have one, without me, and are happy. I'm a burden and they judge me and they can't stand me. I see it. I fear trying it and be found, I fear trying it and being stopped. Let me die, let me die. No, the pain is not temporary, no, I can't change, no, I will never live a good life.

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woomycritiques543 · 2 years ago

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TW: Visuals of Blackface, Trans erasure, Transphobia.

Well then…

Sure makes the fact that Vivziepop supported Blaire White, even if she doesn’t want to admit that, had caused her to have internalized transphobia since EVERY trans character is pushed entirely into the background to the point of barely being visible or is only mostly there for fanservice (trans fetishisim) with no actual role yet at all, in the story…

Yeah… Vivziepop’s “I was NEVER transphobic I just liked Blaire because she was pretty! I didn’t know that she was a transphobe even AFTER I already saw her transphobia but defended it as “a normal political discussion” just because I didn’t want to admit to the fact that I supported a transphobe so I pulled a “I forgor!” in my “apology” to pretend as if I didn’t remember anything- when I clearly remembered the tweets that I was pretending that I “didn’t” see “yet” enough for me to mention the “insensitive tweets” that I “didn’t see until after I watched her and drew the fanart and realized my terrible mistake AFTER I watched her videos and saw her tweets AFTER I supported her!” like I said in my “apology” and instead saw WHILE I was watching Blaire White because I SUPPORTED HER for her transphobia, aka her entire channel, and pretended as if what she did was a “simple political discussion to disagree with” and “not” TRANSPHOBIA AND RACISM! Which means that I do remember supporting a transphobe, and her transphobia, but just dont want to admit it because REASONS!” that are in her apology hasn’t aged well… hasn’t it…

(What Vivziepop actually said compared to what she said she “did”…)

AKA: Vivziepop made a false apology, lying about what she did and weaponized her trauma again, writing an entire speech about “seeing things from all sides!” when she specifically supported transphobes, and didn’t do this as a “perspective thing” since she drew fanart of Blaire White, a transphobe, and actually saw the “insensitive tweets”, not “after” she supported Blaire but WHILE she supported Blaire and even DEFENDED the existence of said tweets that she claims that she did “not” see at the time where she made said fanart. When all Blaire White’s channel is, is transphobia anyway, so either way Viv couldn’t cover up her own transphobia even if she tried. Her post directly defending the existence of transphobia by calling it a “political discussion we “should!” have (the “trans are politics!” code word transphobes say to alienate people that are trans.) and saying that she’s “allowed!” to support transphobes just because she doesn’t “CATER!” to her audience. When let’s face it:

What’s worse than a past transphobe, is a past transphobe that refuses to admit to her past transphobia. A transphobe, that still has transphobia that she clearly has today due to the past influences that she refuses to own up to… which in itself: is transphobia.

When:

1. “Political Discussion that we should allow to exist! I DONT CARER TO U!” and being a bigot aren’t the same thing. Transphobia isn’t a simple political discussion Vivienne.

2. The way Vivziepop replied here very much implies that she knew about the transphobia in advance, which is why she got so defensive about it.

3. She already saw the “insensitive tweets”, and cant make the “I FORGOR!” excuse anymore like she did after Hazbin came out when she clearly remembers what she responded to, despite lying and saying that she “didn’t” see those tweets at that point, when she clearly did and even SUPPORTED the existence of said tweets from some she drew fanart of and all mentioning those tweets did was blow her cover.

So all of this “I JUST WANTED TO SEE DIFFERENT SIDES!” speech about how “good faith my simple mistake was!” was a total lie and she actually defended Blaire for said “insensitive tweets” that she tries to deny that she saw at the time, when she defended the existence of these posts and tried to call transphobia and racism a “important discussion”, which is transphobia.

She also tried to go “I DONT SUPPORT BLACK FACE!” as in “I NEVER SUPPORTED BLACK FACE!” when she clearly did, it’s right in the post that she’s denying existed 👆

When Blaire’s post says “BLAIRE BLACK!” in reference to the mask she was wearing AS blackface, and is clearly mocking Black Lives Matter, was posted in the BLM tag to harasss them- for being black: which is RACISM!

Blaire of course, denied all of this, and only showed the mask picture in her fake as all hell “apology!” video, and per usual, used misinformation to mislead her audience, but that’s another post-full altogether…

So in a nutshell:

Vivziepop supported a transphobe and her transphobia, lied about it to make herself look “good faith”, which ironically, is worse for her reputation since that means that she denied what she actually did and never apologized for it, which means that she never apologized for how she treated the trans community, which still makes this a current action and something to currently hold accountable since she currently lied about it in her “apology” to make what she did look “goos faith” and outright denied being a transphobe at all, which means that she still supports this since she lied about it to make herself look “good”instead of admitting to the fact that she supported a transphobe and a drew Nazi oc of a real Nazi scientist that tested on children.

-annnnnnnnnnd… she shoved all of her trans characters into the background and even ERASED a trans character just because he was directly on screen in HB Episode 5.

Yikes.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #tw transphobia #so in an extra nutshell:#Vivziepop supported a transphobe.#lied about it. -and still has transphobic behavior TO THIS DAY-#just because she doesnt want to admit to anyone:#that she was a transphobe back then. let alone admit to the transphobia that has now:#JUST for her reputation. Which makes the Blaire White section of her apology false.

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cardinalcanis · 29 days ago

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Summary: The aftermath of a recent conflict against the forces of the Tyranids weighed heavily on the Primarch, his newly appointed head of the Logisticarum attempts to raise his spirits.

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x M!OC

TW: none, just be prepared for awkward fluff.

Word count: 2,934

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In the quiet confines of the warship, a sense of heaviness clung to Roboute Guilliman. The aftermath of a recent conflict against the forces of the Tyranids weighed heavily on the Primarch, his usually resolute demeanor dulled by a palpable sense of loss and responsibility. Guilliman has been staring at the same report for at least thirty minutes, his azure eyes clouded with thoughts of countless losses, the burden of leadership pressing down upon him yet again. The creeping fear that he would not live up to the expectation that has been given to him, to save and guide the Imperium. He placed a hand to the lower part of his neck where the scar left by Fulgrim resided, so long yet still hurts, healed but still leaving him this sense of emptiness that consumed him. Unknowingly Ovidious Sulla was also paying close attention to him.

“It wasn’t your fault my Lord.” The human said remaining polite and formal. He’s had the man working for him for several months so far, it always surprised him how he could pinpoint his well sealed emotions with such accuracy. “We are cunning but our enemy is also. We have all the data. They are evolving to fight us, but we are also. We’ll compile it to fuel the Imperium’s next victory.”

Guilliman stood up a bit violently, the chair behind him almost topping and falling to the side. There was pent up rage in his movements, the image of Sulla flinching at the act took him back into his body. Closing his eyes he tried to relax just like while meditating, pushing the feelings deep inside where they could be properly contained. He is a man of logic, not emotions. Emotional dysregulation was what drove his fallen brothers into Chaos, he couldn’t, no, he mustn't fall into their same mistakes.

He paced towards a wall nested among the many rows of bookshelves, a mural depicting an astral chart of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar as they were in the 31st millennium, drafted from detailed description out of Guilliman’s superhuman memory.

“Victory.” He said, his voice dragging a bit. “That is what the preachers cry from the spires of their temples, what commanders tell the soldiers in their service” the tone takes the mask his voice wears every time he has to address a large crowd for a speech “the Indomitus Crusade meets with triumph after triumph. Day by day, we tear Imperium Nihilus from the Despoiler's grip. And though we are beset on all sides, with each battle we drive back the mutant, the heretic, THE ALIEN.” his nose flares in frustration, rest of the body following a well memorized pantomime. “As I speak these words, our forces engage the remnants of Leviathan. Reclaiming lost worlds, atoning for old shames. A crusade to cleanse the stars.” paused with his voice turning slightly guttural, swallowing a cry. “Taking the fight to the enemy, we routed the Tyranids at Baal.” the pause became longer “We broke their hive fleet. Soon, their foulness will be but a memory.” Guilliman placed his armored hand on the mural, caressing a memory only he seems to still hold “THAT is what the preachers say.” his hands turned into fists as he spoke, knowing full well the human could read his disgust and frustration. “Belief will not save us, lies will not protect us, but it is our hope that will damn us.” he rested his forehead on the mural “In the spires and the slums, our people sing of victory.” once again he knocked his forehead slightly on the mural.” Victory, as the galaxy burns.” again “Victory, as the Imperium rots around us.” yet again “Victory, as humanity rages against the dying of the light.” one final time, just a bit harder, enough to dent the wall “Victory…”

He had heard him approaching as he spoke, if something Guilliman had to give it credit was for braveness.

“Remind me to vox the Factorium to get this repaired.” admitted the Primarch in a bit of a defeated tone he shouldn't be showing in front of anybody. But there was this unspoken treaty written between them, one that discussed the secret trade of snippets from himself he must not be let out.

Ovidius hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, closing the gap between them even more. The tension in the air felt almost electric. He saw him take a deep breath, then gesture at him with an outstretched hand.

“Lord Guilliman, follow me” he said softly.

Guilliman studied the gesture, unsure if the queue meant that he only wished to be followed or for the Primarch to take his hand. Which seemed very silly by all accounts. Theoretical: he does want him to grab his hand. Practical…

He reached out and grasped Sulla’s hand, their fingers intertwining in a tentative hold, already regretting the choice his body had made without him thinking properly, was Roboute Guilliman that tired his body acted on primal thought? Ovid’s eyes opened widely, confirming that he didn’t have the expectation nor plan for the Lord of Ultramar to make any physical contact. Yet instead of letting go he clutched the bigger hand tighter. Roboute felt an unknown rush of warmth flooding through him with the contact, which he couldn’t identify the reason for as both men were separated by a mechanized steel and ceramite.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and led him through the lesser-populated hallways of the ship, their footsteps echoing in the quiet corridors. Giving a reassuring glance back from time to time. Even if Guilliman’s grip loosened as they walked, his didn't, no matter how awkward it was to hold his armored hand by a normal sized human.

They arrived at a small observation deck, a hidden gem that overlooked a vast expanse of the galaxy. Stars twinkled in the distance, the brilliance of the cosmos casting a serene light across the room. Ovidius turned to face Guilliman, gesturing toward the spectacle before them.

The accountant finally let his gauntlet go and took a seat on the sailing, resting his body on the voidship grade glass.

“I’ve been juggled between ships most if not all my life, every time I’ve found myself overwhelmed in the ships,” Ovidius began, his voice steady “I would try to find a pier facing outside, in these times making sure it is away from the Cicatrix Maledictum, that opening to the warp.” He pointed toward the vastness outside, where the darkness of the warp loomed threateningly, a stark reminder of the chaos that could spill into their reality at any moment. “Instead, I’d seek out a view overlooking the actual galaxy, remembering that my job is for them,” he said, indicating the stars that flickered with life and potential. “At least that’s what I tell myself, maybe I am also full of that hope that bothers you.”

Guilliman’s expression shifted, the weight of his burdens momentarily lightened by the beauty before them. The Primarch’s eyes softened, the deep blue depths reflecting the starlight.

“Hope is not what worries me it is…” he couldn’t keep talking, he had already shed too much of his shell in front of the man. There was a long silence in which Guilliman joined Ovid, seating by the window, just at an arm's reach and with an effort due to the bulkiness of his armor.

“You seemed to have found your way easily around this ship, I don’t think I’ve ever been in these parts.” Guilliman noted, dragging the charisma out of his tiredness to change the topic the best he could, even though he had calmed a bit, the sound of moving machinery beneath the walls was strangely soothing.

Ovid smiled and nodded, the afterglow on his expression denoted his understanding of The Primarch’s attempt to change topics.

“I could find my way around any unknown ship faster than in my home town, or any town, after this long I’ve grown to find non vessel places daunting.” His new head of the Logisticarum drove eyed the passing starry landscape, at the distance there was a nebula with the same hue of his eyes.

“You tend to speak about Maccrage with nostalgia but is there also apprehension I sense in your tone?” He asked politely.

"I was born in the deep countryside of Macragge, a place far removed from the greater cities my homeworld has. But it, and the planet I came from, are strange to me. I was taken into the Administratum by recruitment when I was very young, my Lord. I've spent most of my life far away from the worlds of Ultramar.” his tone relaxed before returning back to its formal iteration “But those are some things you may know pretty well from the dossier you read."

Guilliman listened closely, noting the careful, practiced tone of a man who had explained his story many times but rarely with any personal investment. There was something almost clinical about it, as though Sulla spoke of another person’s life, not his own.

“But what if this time I want to hear it from you? You’ve seen how Imperial documents tend to fail at… ” his head reviewed term after term, not finding the correct one. “... capturing the true soul of things.” No, that still wasn’t the correct word he had in mind.

“Want to capture my soul my lord?” The question sounded innocent enough but there was an underlying tone in it that Guilliman couldn’t decipher, and there was that weird heat again. He looked at the ventilation system intake, he may need to order getting it checked around the ship.

"I’ve kept contact with my family, of course," Ovidious continued. "I know of them; their names, their lives, what they are up to, but it feels… distant. I speak our planet’s language, but my accent is wrong. It’s more like that of an immigrant just learning."

He sighed softly, face dragging a cheek on the window, a rare crack in the formal veneer he always maintained. Guilliman could see the tension in his shoulders, the discomfort of a man who found himself between two worlds but fully belonging to neither.

"They..." Sulla hesitated for a brief moment, his voice softening. "They have managed to send me some family pictures a couple times despite me ranting to them about the expenses they would have had to pay.” he paused “They look similar to me, you know? I have my mother’s nose and my father’s eyes. The silhouette of an identical jawline or the copy of the same mouth, but… it feels mismatched. Like I do not truly belong among them. Our expressions, our way of dressing, our body language. I often find myself thinking how I am as alien to them as the xenos we fight.”

As Guilliman processed those words, the sense of isolation that echoed in the man’s tone struck something deep within him. His brothers; his fellow Primarchs, had always been different, Jaghatai’s untamable soul, Lorgar’s zeal, Magnus’ lust for knowledge, Dorn’s stoicism… All connected by the same ‘father’ but with such different cultures and upbringings, views on… everything. Guilliman had always been the builder of empires, the one who sought to create something lasting amid the destruction. But that had always set him apart, even from his family.

For a moment, Guilliman felt the weight of his own disconnection pressing down on him. He was the son of the Emperor, a symbol for the Imperium; but what did that truly mean now? What did he represent, truly, in this new age where even the Emperor was but a fractured consciousness on the Golden Throne? And in many ways, like Ovidious, he too had been taken away from what he might have been, forced into roles and responsibilities that left little room for a personal identity.

Against his better judgment, Guilliman spoke, his voice quiet and more vulnerable than he intended.

"I know something of what you mean, Sulla. I... have found myself a stranger, too. To my family. To this galaxy. To the Imperium I once sought to guide. And now this new… nightmarish place I woke up after 10,000 years, it has made me feel even more stranded. It can be, just as you had said, as alien to me as the xenos we fight." There was a beat of silence as he realized how much he had revealed, more than he ever intended. He quickly retracted, stiffening his posture and returning to a more formal tone. "But that is neither here nor there. We all have our roles to play."

But Ovidious the always perceptive, though, had caught the shift, he had over the months learned how to hear the unspoken truth beneath Guilliman's words, and his now attempt to return to professionalism. There was a pause as he weighed his response, his honey gaze studying Guilliman who pretended to ignore it. With a soft but steady voice, Ovid spoke.

"You can always talk to me if you wish, my Lord. You always know where to find me, anyways." His smile was short and sheepish. “Or don’t, silence is also fine."

Guilliman looked at him, the words sinking in, more comforting than he expected. It was such a simple offer, but it carried with it something profound. In the vastness of his duties, his responsibilities, and the expectations placed upon him, someone had quietly and earnestly offered him a space to simply be himself. It was disarming, and Guilliman found himself, for a moment, unsure how to respond.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, acknowledging the offer without fully committing to it.

"Thank you, Sulla," he said, his voice measured. "I will... keep that in mind."

“Just Ovidious is fine, at least when it is just the two of us.” the redhead interjected shily “Or Ovid, as you prefer.” he paused, the conflict on his expression showing the want of maybe taking back the words. "Only if you wish, my Lord."

Guilliman’s eyes flickered back at the unexpected offer. There was a subtle shift in his expression, a moment where his formal exterior cracked just slightly, and his gaze met Ovidius’ with a hint of warmth that hadn’t been there before. The offer, much like the earlier one to talk, was an invitation. It was Ovidius offering Guilliman a small sliver of normalcy; something human, something grounded. And Guilliman realized how much he longed for that, how much he needed someone who wasn’t just a subordinate or a follower but someone he could connect with, even in these brief, stolen moments.

“Just Roboute then, at least when it is just the two of us.” he proposed in exchange before realizing what he was saying, to his and Ovid’s surprise.

Ovidius froze, his gaze hovering over the galaxy outside, eyes then lifting slowly to meet Guilliman’s. The air between them suddenly felt charged, as if a sacred boundary had been crossed. Guilliman felt it too, the weight of what he had just said sinking in. But he didn’t backtrack. Instead, after a brief, tense pause, he added quietly:

“Only if you wish… Ovidious.”

For a moment, Ovidius looked as if he didn’t quite believe what he had heard.

"Roboute?" he repeated, as if trying out the name, feeling the weight of it.

"You don’t have to," Guilliman quickly added, sensing the weight of his own words and the surprise in Ovidius’ expression. He felt vulnerable in a way he hadn’t felt in centuries.

But Ovidius’ eyes softened, and he smiled, a small, genuine smile.

"If that’s what you wish and not because you feel obliged to," he said gently, "Roboute."

Hearing his own name spoken like that, without the weight of command behind it, sent an unfamiliar shiver down Guilliman’s spine. He hadn’t realized how much he missed it; being called by his name, not his titles. He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, his composure slipping ever so slightly.

"Yes," he replied, his voice low and steady, "I think... I would like that."

And with that, the space between them felt different. Less rigid. More human. Ovidius went back to observing the galaxy, but the atmosphere had shifted.. Guilliman, for the first time in a long while, felt the warmth of genuine companionship. They spent a long while sitting in silence, observing the stars go by. It wasn’t uncomfortable nor bothersome, just for this moment he was immersed in a moment that didn’t expect anything out of him. The space around them seemed to shrink, the distant stars fading into the background as he focused back into the man.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Guilliman said, his voice a husky whisper, laden with unspoken emotions.

“One of my functions is to lessen your burden, my Lo… Roboute.” they held their gazes in silence again. “Are you ready to return?”

“Are you ready to guide me again?” What made it ask that question? He had a superhuman mind and was capable of memorizing entire books in seconds, Ovidious also knew it, remembering the couple turns they took on the ship was nothing for him.

“So apart from me needing to save you from the oh so horrible plastek flimsies every time you have to wear that armor, does it make it now that I have to guide you through your own ship?” He stood up and grabbed Guilliman by the Hand of Dominion, having to use both of his to even grip it properly due to its sheer size. “Just this once, don’t get used to it.”

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