#🎕— out of character

[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [SPYXFAMILY - THE FAMILY] ⚜

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characters: loid forger | yor forger/briar | yuri briar summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: spies, contract killers, references to assassination, references to torture, adopted families, references to war, yuri rating: sfw a/n: guess who finished the spy x family anime? i did! i love yuri so much, and i love the forgers so much, and i love so many characters so much! honestly, haven't felt this motivated to finish something in ages. i'm back bitches! hopefully i'll start getting faster at writing these too.

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≿━━━━༺❀ loid forger ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a hitman. you'd never really been anything else. you were infamously known as "dawn", though no one had ever actually been able to pin anything on you specifically, mostly because you could control minds.

✿ both your and loid's ages are... nebulous at best, though loid had been working as a spy for about a decade, while you'd been in the business for at least two of those.

✿ you'd recently come to ostania under an alias to work as a teacher at the eden academy. loid was looking for an alpha to play a part in his pretend family, and just happened to meet you while shopping for anya. the moment she realized you were a spy too, your fate was sealed. anya insisted on you becoming her new appa, and once loid realized where you worked he saw an opportunity. you on the other hand, thought that a marriage could be beneficial to blending in while on your mission.

✿ before neither of you got to the point of actually proposing (a fake marriage) you received a mission to retrieve some valuables, a mission loid had also gotten. after several shenanigans, the two of you run into each other out of disguise, get chased by a bunch of smugglers, and loid proposes to you to the sound of explosions. you say yes. obviously.

✿ loid found you inconspicuous, a bit odd but sweet. admittedly, anya's love for you might've made him a lot less suspicious than he might've been if he actually paid any attention to literally anything about you. loid was handsome, and that was about the extend of your initial thoughts. a decent man, with a good job, and an adorable daughter. the perfect cover for any spy, which you should've probably thought about a little harder.

≿━━━━༺❀ yor briar ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were an... "interrogator", let's put it that way. but also the heir of a mysterious earl, who'd been kind enough to take you in when you were a child and taught you to be the person you are today, to be "the bloody prince".

✿ yor was 26, while you were 25. your father had recently started insisting that you find yourself a spouse, as you were soon to start training a child of your own.

✿ you actually met while working. you were having a "conversation" with a target, trying to get the names of some traitors out of him when the thorn princess showed up to kill your target. you fought about it, you even tried using your powers against her but they didn't work. she pretty much kicked your ass, and you barely got away. after finding a place to catch your breath, you realized that you found your almost killer to be heart-poundingly beautiful.

✿ you met yor a few days later, having met your new protege (a cute little girl by the name of nel) just the same day. she noticed yor and complimented her looks, which got you interested in her as well. while you were still a bit hung up on the mysterious beauty who almost killed you, yor seemed sweet and the type to not ask too many questions. thus, you asked her out on a date, and became a bit infatuated when she got flustered by the whole thing. she still said yes of course.

✿ yor found your secret identity to be impressive, if a little cruel. not that she could really speak on it. but meeting the real you, she thought that you were the most handsome alpha she'd ever met. if only you didn't fluster her so much. you enjoyed both sides of her, not that you knew they were the same person. she was strong, she was beautiful, she was everything you could possibly want in an omega. but you weren't actually looking for love, as you claimed to yourself.

≿━━━━༺❀ yuri briar ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the leader of an anti-government organization, still in it's starting stages. but for the most part you were simply going to school, trying to quickly get yourself through schooling to start truly working towards your goals with your comrades.

✿ you were 17, on your second year of college, while yuri was 14 and already on his first year of college. it'd been three years since you started your group.

✿ to put it simply, you and him were put together as roommates. you'd been impossible to find a roommate for, and yuri didn't get along with any of his classmates, so the administration thought that the two of you could just bother each other. and bother each other did you, both of your personalities clashing together the moment you met. especially about your views, even though you didn't dare to actually talk about your true beliefs. but it was hard, yuri was far too talented at riling you up.

✿ you remained roommates for the last two years of your schooling, and it was a disaster up until that point. but there were moments of peace, where yuri would help you with your school work and you'd look after him to make sure none of the older students bothered him. but most of your relationship was full of bickering and disagreements.

✿ yuri thought that you were the most annoying roommate one could possibly have, not for your habits or anything (you were actually pretty strict about keeping the place clean) but your personality. he admittedly did get a bit of a crush on you already, but would never admit to it. yuri was a kid. an annoying one, but an understandable one too. you didn't actually hold anything he said too seriously, and mostly just enjoyed riling him up because he'd act all huffy and cute about it. if he wasn't so stubborn about his beliefs, you might've asked him to join your cause.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #spy x family #loid forger #omega!loid #yor forger #omega!yor #yuri briar #omega!yuri #spyxfamily - the family

[emxie]

When the World Was At War We Kept Waltzing

You are the sole heir to one of the wealthiest families in the country. A charming and mysterious stranger steals your heart. What could go wrong?

Zhongli x Fem Reader

Warnings: Blood, gore, murder/massacre, violence, one curse word, slightly suggestive content, somewhat yandere Zhongli

Word Count: 3139

A/N: There are several influences that inspired this piece. Music plays a huge part in my writing, so originally I drew inspiration from Lana Del Rey, specifically her Born To Die album, which I love to pieces. Of course, this song title is basically from a Lana Del Rey song (from her Lust for Life album), except for the last word, which I changed to "Waltzing" both for alliteration/phonetics purposes, and because it fits the theme of the fic more. You might recognize influences from Hamilton and Parasite, as I also like these pieces of media. When I first started writing it, I meant to include more angst, but as I formed the story, it morphed into a darker storyline and came to involve some blood and gore. What can I say, I just enjoy writing horror. Additionally, you might notice some repeating motifs throughout the story, specifically involving color. After reading The Great Gatsby, I have been fundamentally changed as a person, and thus why this fic also contains color symbolism and repetition of such themes. Also, although it's a bit vague and I didn't specify the time period in the actual story, I like to imagine that this takes place in the 1920s (just like The Great Gatsby), and there's like the sense of grandeur and riches associated with the time period (until it all goes south with the stock market crash, but let's pretend that didn't exist in this fic).

Enough about the background. I have not gotten Zhongli yet, despite doing 30 rolls and then some, and his banner is still continuing for another week and a half or so, so I'm saving more primogems up to roll more for him. Please come home Zhongli!!!! I'm so desperate you're the one character I would pay money for. Anyways, take this fic as another cry for help from the RNG gods to give me Zhongli.

I hope you enjoy the story, and remember that if you are triggered by violence and graphic imagery, or yandere-type characters, please don't read this fic.

“Would you like to be mine, and I yours?”

That was what he had asked you on this balcony laden with brocade ribbons and your heart bursting with passion.

A breathy “Yes” passed your lips, and then he was on your lips, gripping the bodice with a ferocity bridled. You two had stayed like that under the moonlight, broken up only by the occasional crackle of a firework.

You ran your fingers over the marble balustrade. Memories danced through your mind, earning a small sardonic quirk at the corner of your mouth.

How naïve you were.

That night set in motion a series of elaborate plans, not that you were aware.

Not even a week later, he had asked your father for your hand in marriage. You watched, holding your breath, as he sat across the furnished oak table from your father. As they talked, his hands continued to move as if they were their own entity, gesticulating to convey his intense love for you.

After an hour of discussion, you watched as your father reached across the table to shake hands with your love.

He stood up, moving across the room to where you sat. His amber eyes glowed as he reached out to you, gloved hands an inviting trap. You took his hand, standing up and being pulled into a tight hug. He brushed his lips against your ear. “You’re mine, beloved.”

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After another month of bliss, engaged to the man who had taken your heart in its entirety, painting it red with his raging passion for you and entreating you to his cause, the wedding was announced. And it would be a sight to behold.

The absolutely sheer size and amount of wealth your family possessed signified that this would be a legendary union for ages to come. Invites slipped into envelopes and marked with your family’s seal, a dove holding an olive branch, were sent to hundreds around the country. Day in and day out maids and ladies-in-waiting would pester you about the dress, the flowers, the decorations, the theme, the ring you wished to gift your soon-to-be husband, and a variety of other accessories.

In the few spare moments you were able to catch with your fiancé, you would find yourself within his arms, gripping onto his broad shoulders as he bent down and kissed you. Occasionally you two would get a little too riled up, and had to cut your loving short lest a servant find you. But in those several times you found yourself subject to his more intense states, you were shivering, eager to learn what it was finally like to be loved by such a fierce and powerful man. And as you grabbed onto his long black and caramel locks which trailed behind him whenever he walked, pulling him down into a rough kiss, his hands ghosting your body feverishly, you couldn’t wait to be wed.

And wed you would be. For it was the day of your holy union to the one you loved, and excitement thrummed throughout your body as you were being dressed. The maids were straightening out the final pieces of your outfit. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you could hardly recognize the person staring back at you. The intricate makeup, paired with the dramatic crimson dress that you chose, was certainly a statement. Layers of bright red fabric made a beautiful waterfall all the way from your chest to your ankles. Making the decision to dress so boldly was another way to ensure the strength and legacy of your family among the wealthy. Of course, at the time, you didn’t think much of how he had suggested you wear a certain color.

They placed the scarlet veil over your face, obscuring your vision. It was time.

You walked out of the dressing room, a couple of servants gathering the glorious gradient of a tulle train behind you. The presence of such a color caused pride to swell in your heart, and your back straightened and you felt a bit taller as you slowly stepped, in sangria-colored heels no less, towards your future.

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You had arrived at the venue where the wedding was to be held. Hundreds of people, most whom you knew from previous encounters, milled around the entrance. Your maids guided you towards a side entrance, so that you would be prepared to walk down the aisle once everyone was seated.

After some time waiting, you were informed that everyone had gotten settled, and it was about time for you to walk.

Rising from your seat, you passed another mirror in the room before leaving. Glancing at your reflection, you noted how your appearance seemed to herald…something. You resembled a specter; of what kind though, would remain unseen.

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Regal doors, carved with designs of divine intervention, could barely be seen beyond your veil. There was a hand clenching around your heart. You could feel your pulse speed up. This was it. The beginning of your happy ever after.

Your father stood to your right, looping your arm with his. “Look at my gorgeous pumpkin, already so grown up.” You offered a delicate smile at these words.

A grinding noise sounded as the doors opened. Music began to play as you began the slow trek to the altar. Each step felt like an eternity. There was a noticeable hush as you began to walk.

Your gaze swept over the guests. You could make out some familiar faces. They looked as if they were drenched in a red liquid due to the filtering effects of the veil.

Then you were there. Your father handed you off, and stepped to the side. Looking up, you saw him.

He was dressed handsomely, in a suit matching your dress’s vivid choice of color. The sleeves stopped just above his wrists, allowing you to focus on his hands. Black gloves still covered his hands, barring you from viewing the naked flesh underneath. A little miffed, but undeterred by such an occurrence, your eyes moved up to his face.

He possessed a strong profile. Intense golden eyes, an angled bridge of a nose, lips that were straight-set, yet still so luscious and plump (you knew from kissing them so often), and a jawline to die for.

His eyes trailed over your body, taking in the sight of how beautifully you had dressed up. Just for him.

The music ceased. Only the occasional shuffling noise could be heard from the guests.

“We gather here today to celebrate a most momentous union!” The priest announced with a wide sweep of his arms. Some polite applause ensued, before dying into oblivion again.

The priest continued on with his speech. Some of the words became lost on you. Staring into those glowing amber eyes really did make you lose track of time.

With the exchange of the rings, you gave him a black ring carved from obsidian with ruby and gold veins running through it. In return, he gave you a typical diamond ring, although the jewel was perched atop a red crown. The priest was about to conclude.

“You may kiss the bride,” he declared. Your husband leaned in, grasping your soft hands in his rough leather gloves. He placed one hand behind your back and dipped you, while flipping the veil behind your head in one fluid motion. The crowd gasped in awe at his movement.

You could finally view his handsome face, unhindered by red. He kissed you, those plush lips resting comfortably on yours, just as they did on that nighttime balcony escapade. His eyes flashed a golden brown as he did so, so fast that you missed it. Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in his unwavering attention.

You didn’t feel the veil floating back down to shield your face from the atrocities committed. Almost. The absence of his warm lips and firm grip had you opening your eyes, searching for the touch of your husband.

The world was swathed in red. The guests were asleep, draped over the chairs in awkward and unnatural positions. Your father was slumped in his chair. Standing in the middle of the aisle was your husband. You ran up to him, hiking up your dress to reach his side.

“What happened?” you inquired.

“It had to be done,” he whispered, shoulders stiff as he stared down at the ground, hands entrenched in his pockets.

“Wait, what had to be done? What do you mean by that?” You backed up, heel skidding on the marble surface almost too easily. Tumbling backwards, you landed with only the padding of your dress breaking your fall.

The sudden motion tossed your veil backwards.

It was red. Everything was red. Red. Red. RED.

A scream clawed its way out of your throat. You back-pedaled on the floor, away from the man. No longer was his aura inviting. The love within your heart was obliterated in an instant, crushed by the rising fear that swallowed every warm emotion in its dark terror.

Your hand slipped. Catching yourself on your elbows, you looked to the side. A slick scarlet substance coated your hand. You knew what it was.

Your stomach twisted into a knot at the sight, sending a wave of nausea throughout your body.

The clicking of dress shoes against the floor had you freezing in place, too afraid to do anything else. What could he possibly want? You thought that you had it all, and he had truly loved you.

He knelt down in front of you, cupping your face with a bare hand dyed garnet. You flinched as his soiled skin made contact with you. You didn’t miss the sorrow in those entrancing golden eyes as he witnessed you shy away from him.

“I had to do it, my dear dove.”

“Why? WHY?!” you yelled, slapping away his hand. “My entire family is dead because of you!”

“Now; that’s not entirely true, princess.” He gestured with a grand sweep of his arm to your surroundings. “Give a great round of applause to your regularly-scheduled assassins!!!”

He chuckled at your puzzled expression, slowly morphing to one of wide-eyed horror. Several wedding guests arose from the prone bodies around them, dressed in all black and with Gatling guns slung over their back.

“I don’t understand. What could you possibly gain from murdering my family, much less hundreds of people?” you protested.

“Angel, angel, angel.” He tsked at your confusion.

In one quick smooth motion he had wrapped his hands around your head and placed his forehead against your own. You squirmed in his hold, cringing at the feeling of life, other people’s once thriving life, coating your once perfectly-coiffed hair.

“Oh, is my dear princess a little squeamish?” His voice had deepened, sending tremors throughout your body. You felt his fingers tighten around your locks, tugging on them ever so slightly.

“A small price to pay for the keys to an empire.”

It dawned on you.

“This…this entire time, I trusted you! How dare you scheme to steal my family’s fortune!” You struggled once more, and he released his hold on you, having thoroughly soaked your hair a crimson shade.

He began to pace in front of your weakened form.

“Beloved, you know that I only have the best intentions. Believe me, I really did fall in love with you. At least, that’s all it was at first. Did you know, the idea came to me in a dream, with you by my side? You gave me the idea. You agreed to be rid of the shackles of your family’s status and expectations in order to be by my side. And that’s when I reached for the sun, love.”

You spit at his shoes.

He stopped pacing. Leaning down, hovering over your body, he gripped your chin with a newfound strength, sending jolts of pain throughout your face. “You’re lucky I love my wife so much that I would be willing to overlook a little bit of deviance, when she should be rightfully punished.” As you were forced to look up, the amber eyes you had so loved to stare into for hours on end gleamed with a vicious ambition, thirsty for vengeance and glimmering with scathing deceit.

He released his hold, and continued to pace.

“I thought to myself: why not kill two birds with one stone? Continue my original plan of marrying you, but orchestrate the death of your father to gain access to an entirely new world of wealth.”

“You bastard! I hate you!” You screamed at him, voice growing more hoarse with each passing second.

“Now darling, I don’t think that’s an appropriate way to treat your dear husband,” he mused, shooting you another glance with those damned eyes.

You shut your mouth, the obscenities coming to a halt. Something sinister lurked beneath the surface of those eyes. And if you didn’t stop yelling, you didn’t want to know what he would do.

“Now, as I was saying, once we were legally married, I would be able to get rid of your father without anyone questioning my claim to your family’s assets.”

“Then why did you kill every other person in this room?” you questioned, voice cutting into his reasoning with a bitter hatred.

“Simple. They were collateral.” He shrugged as if this were the most rational approach to take.

“Don’t give me that sanctimonious bullshit,” you spat. “You know perfectly, as do I, that there was no need to shed so much blood over an act that could have been committed in secret.” Your voice cracked as the “secret” spilled over your lips. The gravity of this atrocious event hit you straight in the stomach, twisting your insides until you felt sick.

Sinking to the floor, you began to sob, body trembling against the cold floor. This time you ignored the drying vitality crusting over the white marble, for it could no longer distract you from the terrible truth that had been unveiled. You could not escape the claws of the dead, for they were forever persistent, leaving indelible rust-colored stains that permeated your dress, your skin, and your mind most of all.

He let you cry, until you could mourn no more.

Growing quiet, you whispered one thing through a raspy voice: “Why play your ace now?”

“I couldn’t just sit by and take the coward’s approach out. I had to go all out, my love. Otherwise, I would have no right to call you my wife, and you to call me your husband.”

“And how do you plan to cover this up? This isn’t some stupid business deal you can let fall through when it no longer suits you. These are lives you so carelessly crushed. You toyed with the fate of all these people. And you will pay.” You steeled your gaze at him, glaring with all of your might.

“I won’t let that happen, dove.” In one swift movement, he drew a pistol from his suit.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! As naturally as if he were breathing, he took four shots, clean right through the skulls of each of the assassins.

“There. No witnesses besides us two. I hired the assassins from a local mafia. We can blame the deaths on them and how it was part of a larger scheme to take over your family.”

He blew the smoke off the tip of the barrel before pocketing the pistol carefully.

“I believe it is time for us, lawfully wedded husband and wife, to return to our rightful mansion. I will talk to the authorities and handle the specifics, okay? All you have to do for me is sit pretty and act scared, princess.”

He placed another rough kiss to your head, burying his face in your bloody mussed hair. You didn’t respond. He took your left hand in his and placed a delicate kiss, right below the ring he had so lovingly slid onto your finger, which was now saturated through with the runny insides of others. You didn’t respond. He ran his hands, dipped in the sacrifices of others, down the sides of your dress. You didn’t respond. He sighed.

He slid one of his arms under your bottom, and supported your back with the other. “You know, you’ll have to talk to your dear husband sooner or later, dove. I won’t have any bad behavior from my wife.” 

Muttering these final words to your despondent form, your love, the one who had buried his fangs deep into your heart until it dripped red with desire, picked you up in his arms and carried you off, his own bride, back to your home—no, our home—where no one would be there to meet and congratulate you. Where your father would no longer be. And where you would never find happiness again.

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You sighed, running your hands up and down the railing of the balcony. It had been a year since you had first kissed him. A night you will never forget, and always come to regret.

“My darling, my dove, my angel, my princess, the light of my life.” Arms encircled your waist, and he buried his face into your neck. His hands, bared to the chill night air, toyed with your thin coral nightgown.

“What are you thinking about? I hate to see you look so miserable.”

You smiled, despite the pain in your dejected and blackened heart. “Just about the night we first kissed, honey.”

He peppered kisses against your skin. “Ah, yes. That night I wanted to ravage you and steal you for myself. Yet I withheld and waited, remaining patient and anticipating our marriage with open arms. If not for that night, we would never have married and gotten our happy ending. If not for that night, you would have been plucked out of my life forever, like a dying flower. I revitalized you, darling. Look at how you glow in the moonlight. My wife, all for myself.” Chuckling, the timbre of his voice rumbled against your skin.

Placing his right hand around your waist, kneading the soft flesh underneath his fingers, and interlacing the fingers of his left hand with your right, he began to sway with you from side to side. There was no music to guide you two. Yet you still danced, illuminated only by the moon and stars.

And so was your fate. Doomed by the very man you loved. The man who had charmed you and pulled the rug out beneath your feet. The man who had shielded you from the bombs he himself had set, distracting you with promises of loyalty and extravagant gifts. While the rest of the world had raged on, he had blinded you to reality, and now you were his. The man you were to be wed to for all of eternity.

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[northern-passage]

Hey, I didn't use Tumblr for a while and I'm really glad to come back and see you're still going. You're an amazing author and tnp is one of my all time favourite ifs! And wow, the demo is massive now and it had me on the edge of my seat!

I'm scared easily but I don't mind reading even the horror parts because I enjoy your writing style a lot and I love your characters (they are also both a support and make it more scary at the same time because I don't want them or the hunter to get hurt). I read all of their routes and and I really like how each of them has a different mood and focus. Lea's route is especially touching to me. Can I ask if Lea is the kind of person who gets really protective about their so/the hunter? I feel like the hunter will need the support (and me as a scaredy cat reader haha)

Have a nice day and please take some flowers! 💐

hahahaha yes... i am still here... for better or worse 💀 writing tnp and dicking around on this blog are like my two main hobbies now, after drawing and reading/playing other games.

but thank you, this message was very sweet :-) here are some flowers for you, too 🎕

as for your question, Lea is actually probably the most protective out of the full cast, but i wouldn't necessarily say they're overprotective. we can see it a bit in the game, in their ch1 route, in early interactions with Merry, and when Duncan shows up at the tavern, and this protectiveness is present even if you aren't pursuing them romantically. that's just how they are; and in chapter 2 the reason they get injured by Duncan is because they get distracted checking on you across the courtyard, which again happens regardless of romance.

i think people will be surprised by Lea as the game progresses, and you'll find that they'll take the hunter's side more often than not and will do their best to watch their back.

i'd say overall for protectiveness(? if that's a word) it would go from most to least: Lea -> Noel -> Clementine -> Merry

Noel is a little different from Lea in that xe will do what xe thinks is best, even if that means going against what the hunter wants (like we can see at the start of ch2 where he will potentially suggest you tell Lea about the rot and argue with you)

for Clementine, i've said before that they know they are not strong and that they can't physically protect the hunter in that way, but they like being a comfort for them and being someone that they can come home to, so to speak. Clementine will also straddle the line between protectiveness and jealousy more than the others.

and when it comes to Merry, she is still protective in her own way, but she trusts the hunter to take care of themself and if they want to do something she's not going to stop them. she also doesn't like people being protective of her so it's a little complicated and is a bit personal for her.

#anyways. sorry i didn't want to leave everyone else out LOL #thank you again <3 welcome back to the website of all time #lea chen #noel lykaon #clementine #merry harlowe #ask #anonymous

[bbbearwin]

“no love, however brief, is wasted.”

howdy! this is an oc blog really, for all intents and purposes i’m just here to fuck around and rp with my friends :)

- the description is for Berwin, i’m a he/him sorta fella, age 19

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  — Berwin 🐻 (#berwin)

🌿 he/any | 20s | shifter | shepherd druid/gloom stalker ranger

🌿descends from the roaming bearfolk of the forests. made a small name for himself as a guide and protector of those less fortunate should they enter his domain. not very socialized outside of clan and out-of-place in more "civil" spaces. could be more curious about the grander world probably

— Cliff 🛡️ (#cliff)

⛨ he/him | 19 | half-orc | redemption paladin

⛨ this bad boy has so much trauma inside him *rattles* [end text]. typically engaged in homoerotic entanglements with #otto

—  Carmen 🌸 (#carmen)

❀ she/her | 16 | faerie | wizard

❀ gifted student who excels in her studies, adoptive daughter of merchant family. Very kind heart under the class pet/theatrics act. Has trust issues that make her a little distant and difficult to connect with but she desperately wants to find someone who really understands her

— Najiba⛓️ (#najiba)

🩸 she/her | 20s | tabaxi | blood hunter

🩸mercenary that was once a weapon/extension of a very wealthy household, killing and assassinating in their stead to compensate for parent’s debt. has since run away to figure out how to live for herself

— Patches 🍓 (#patches)

🥛 he/they | 20s | strawberby cow :) | cleric/druid necromancer

🥛 rural country boy from necromantic lineage integrates into society, casually commits atrocities and doesn’t really process it nor cares to? speaks his mind/takes action without consideration often unless made to care about affected parties

— The Twins ☀️🌙 (#abba / #amity)

🎭 he/him | 20s | faun | bard

🕊 she/her | 20s | faun | cleric

☀️🌙 siblings cursed at birth for their parent's actions, for the sun cannot see, and the moon cannot speak. the sun lives a life of careless self-indulgence while the moon is pious and restrained. they still love each other dearly despite being polar opposites

🎭 he just has a simple wish, one that may finally rid him of an ache he's carried for years. Then, everything will be perfect

🕊 ???

— Scamp ⚜️ (#scamp)

he/him | old | shifter (badger) | rogue(?)

🗡 the standard irritable, cranky old dude with a casual interest in robbery and fraud

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Pending/Other Characters

— Zariah ❤️‍🔥 (#zariah)

💥 she/they | ? | ? | barbarian?

💥 ??? (Pending)

— Oleander 🌊 (Love Zone Campaign)

— Bryer 🔮 (#bryer - VQ Campaign)

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💗 - @yolkylemon // @imanewe

↪  ocs: #imane / #effea / #liara / #civir / #aniyis

🐺  - @kaoala // @naia-beast

↪  ocs: #naia / #otto / #rascal / #jianlin / #osric / #ainsley

🍏 - @imasyd​

↪ ocs: #sachi

💫 - @celestialprisma // @prismatic-dreaming

↪ ocs: #althea / #perse / #celeste

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🎕 Tag System 🎕

🌻 #clay slays - for posts and things i say as myself (ooc)

🌻 #berwin yawns - speaking as the guy berwin himself :)

🌻 #(oc) talks - talking in character as a different oc (ex. #najiba talks)

🌻 #(oc) asks - anons received from friends ocs (ex. #imane asks)

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#clay slays #dlennverse

[eternal-armin]

very specific love languages

characters included: jean, sasha, armin, levi, hange, mikasa, erwin, annie semi-modern au

༻🎕༺ jean. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ keeps a box of small gifts to give you at random times. stickers, your favorite candies, etc. all of those small things make you light up when you get them, and it melts his heart. not that he would ever let you know that.

༻🎕༺ sasha. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ bought all of the cooking mama games to play with you. not only play with you, but whenever you found a recipe interesting, she would try to find a recipe and recreate it for you with what she learned from you and the internet.

༻🎕༺ armin. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ reads your favorite books aloud until you fall asleep. he reads quietly so it doesn't disrupt you and continues reading for an extra fifteen minutes. just to be sure. then he falls asleep with you, running his fingers through your hair.

༻🎕༺ levi. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ leaves congratulatory, reassuring, or inspiring notes where you can find them. he doesn't always have the ability to say it aloud, and you treasure and save those sticky notes. he found your stack once and nearly cried because you treasured those silly words so much.

༻🎕༺ hange. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ wakes you up with forehead and cheek kisses. okay, sometimes they shake you awake on holidays or if they have a surprise, but most of the time, they kiss you on your forehead and cheek to wake you up, so you always wake up smiling and laughing.

༻🎕༺ mikasa. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ practices sports with you/works out with you. going to the gym with you is one of her favorite parts of the week. you get to talk about anything. you inspire her to work out a bit harder, and it's the same vice versa.

༻🎕༺ erwin. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ no matter what, always says 'i love you.' after making up after an argument, just saying goodbye, or waking you up, he always says i love you and you always say it back. he knows how insecure you get, and you always seem to get a little happier when he says it.

༻🎕༺ annie. ༻🎕༺

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ cooks your favorite meals when the day was rough. wordless ways to show her love. even those small actions make you smile, no matter how difficult the day had been. your thank yous light up the world. you always insist on sharing the food too.

#aot x gender neutral reader #aot x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #jean kirstein #armin x gender neutral reader #armin x y/n #jean x reader #jean x y/n #jean kirschtien #mikasa ackerman #mikasa #mikasa x reader #annie x you #annie leonhardt x reader #annie x reader #annie leonhart #levi ackerman #levi x gender neutral reader #levi x y/n #levi x reader #hange x you #hange x y/n #hange x reader #hange zöe #hange zoe #erwin x reader #erwin smith #hange #sasha x gender neutral reader

[dinosaurtsukki]

⸺ texts with jealous!bf fukuzawa and mori

@aida690adriana: Hello there. I really liked the post-texts with jealous!bf with Fedor, Chuya and Dazai. Can I ask for this post with other characters, namely Mori Ogai, Fukuzawa Yukichi and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko? Please.

a/n: hey there !! ahh sorry this was also kinda late but i'm glad u liked the previous jealous!bf texts! i couldn't quite make some for shibusawa though since i don't have a good handle on his character but i hope these were okay !!

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#bungou stray dogs #bsd #fukuzawa yukichi x reader #fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #mori ogai #mori ogai x reader #mori x reader #mori #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs text au #bsd text au #bungou stray dogs smau #bsd smau #bungou stray dogs requests #bsd requests

[norieoncrack]

Yogurt dream cookie x male reader who loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time headcanons please

So cute thanks for the request! I added Lilac cookie cuz why not? And I love him.

✿ 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊! ✿

Genre: Fluff, just pure fluff Character: Yogurt cream cookie, Lilac cookie, Y/n Type: Headcanons Pronouns: He/Him, Male Summary: Too lazy to do anything, you go read it yourself!🎕 If you like my posts and stories, please consider donating :)

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🎕𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹! 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹!🎕

🎕 Yoghurt loves y/n no matter what he wears or how he acts, and him wearing cute clothes and bringing around a cute bunny plush?

🎕 Yoghurt Cream .exe has stopped working. Rebooting...

🎕This cookie loves spoiling the heck out of him... What do you mean he's going to go bankrupt spoiling Y/n, Lilac cookie?!

🎕 Yoghurt Cream once bought Y/n a whole room of plushies just because he carries one around him all the time. And if y/n's little plushie got a small tear? He will and I kid you not, hire the most talented designer in Yogurt dunes just to sew the tear. Lilac cookie needs a vacation from Yogurt Cream's shenanigans...

🎕Yoghurt Cream talks about Y/n 24/7 like Lilac had to politely shut him up because he's getting a headache.

🎕 And if anyone calls Y/n childish? Let's say no cookie knew why that person disappear, only a hefty scent of lilacs was found at the crime scene.

🎕Overall, Yogurt Cream sees y/n as something worth more than all the treasures on Earthbread. He found his treasure, and he wouldn't trade him even if something were to happen.

🎕...𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒,𝒾 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀.🎕

🎕 Lilac cookie sees y/n as an innocent person because of the way they look, but that doesn't make him think of them any less. He loves to cherish the little things Y/n does.

🎕 He often calls Y/n a bunny because of the cute plushie that he always carries around.

🎕Yoghurt Cream loves Y/n like his little sibling so Lilac was often told to make him happy or he can say goodbye to Y/n forever. Yoghurt Cream will pay for y/n and lilac's wedding expenses but that's a story for another time.

🎕He always buys something for y/n on one of his trips, and all of the gifts match y/n's style outfits so perfectly. Occasionally Lilac would daydream about his cute y/n but it's not like anyone would know right-. Yoghurt Cream

🎕 Don't even think about insulting y/n, you'd meet a fate worst than death given by lilac cookie himself. With the help of his boss of course.

🎕Lilac cookie doesn't talk about Y/n that much, because he was afraid that once someone knows about him, they'll take him away from Lilac cookie.

🎕 Sometimes he thinks he isn't even worthy of something as beautiful and cute as y/n. But we all know he is, 1 note = 1 confidence point for Lilac to believe in himself-

#yogurt cream cookie #yogurt cream cookie x reader #crob #crob x reader #lilac cookie #crk #crk x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #lilac cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk fanfic #crk fanwork

[fernisworm]

Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x Reader Headcanons (Pt1)

[an;

no but for real JKLWEGEF i love this headcannon so fucking much like does karl or does karl not look like a werewolf anyway 

this kind of strayed from a headcanon list but idc i had a blast writing it lmao

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🎕 You can find Pt 2 here! (& Pt 3 here!)

❀ Characters: Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x (Gender Neutral!) Reader

❀ Warnings: Cursing, mention of blood

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🌟 Was very hesitant to tell you at first

🌟 Very afraid that you would become scared of him and he really didn’t want to lose you

🌟 Ofc you didn’t really care

🌟 I mean tbh you probably could have guessed because he has very canine-like tenancies the more you thought about it

🌟 Like really who gnaws on small bones like toothpicks 

🌟 And you now realise he was lying to you about not having fleas

🌟 Like seriously you were just joking when you asked him and he got really defensive about it for no reason but now you realise it’s because he has fleas

🌟 Overall you thought him being a werewolf was really cool 

🌟 You asked him a bunch of questions, really really interested in this side of him 

🌟 This made the experience all the better for him tbh

🌟 As you can imagine, Mother Miranda thought this was a very disturbing outcome from the Cadou and overall just hated that it happened

🌟 She told him she never wanted him to use his lycan form because it was a corruption of her precious gift

🌟 Overall Mother Miranda hated Heisenberg being half lycan and the level of her distaste for it rivalled her distaste for Moreau 

🌟 Heisenberg doesn’t give a fuck about what MM says but it stills weighs on him sometimes

🌟 Alcina likes to remind Heisenberg of this constantly

🌟 “Oh you think she likes you more than me? Listen buddy at least I’m not a flea-ridden mutt lmfao 🤭”

🌟 “Yikes don’t bite me I might catch rabies or sumn 🤢🤢“

🌟 The other lords don’t mention him being a werewolf much bc they’re too scared of Karl tbh

🌟 The fact that you were so kind and excited about it was actually really refreshing for him

🌟 He finally has someone who isn’t disgusted by his lycan side besides the other lycans

🌟 You actively accommodate his lycan side into your daily life

🌟 On full moons n shit you’ll ask if he wants to sit on top of the factory and look at the moon n stuff

🌟 You are very understanding of times where he just needs to be alone so he can let loose and run around in his lycan form 

🌟 Sometimes he’s gone for hours, sometimes days but you know he’s fine and he’ll come back when he’s ready

🌟 One time you had to go into town on a full moon and Karl decided to stay home but when you returned you found out he literally tore up his room

🌟 Like literally pillows were gutted and drapes were shredded, he literally tore a corner of his mattress off and literally everything was strewn about the room

🌟 To top it all off it was quite literally one of those posts where owners take photos of their dogs after they’ve misbehaved

🌟 It was almost comical the way Heisenberg was sitting in the middle of the room when you opened the door with him being all like “Uh, hey.... you’re home early 👀💧“

🌟 You also found out that the lycans listen to Heisenberg because he is literally the pack leader, big pack leader energy

🌟 Even Urias listens to him like fr Heisenberg is the pack leader

🌟 To tie back to my earlier point, Heisenberg does have fleas and they are very real

🌟 Sometimes he will sit and scratch for hours and you wonder how the hell he got them in the first place

🌟 One time you actually tried to treat him for fleas and god it went horribly

🌟 That man repels water like the plague, especially when you have flea-treatment in hand

🌟There’s nothing very noticeable about Heisenberg when he’s not in his lycan form, other than the fact his ears are a little bit pointed at the tips and his teeth (especially his canines) are bigger and sharper than what would be considered normal

🌟 He has an enhanced sense of hearing and smell, and to an extent his sight is even affected

🌟 You began to notice that, particularly around full moons, Karl would seem to become more sensitive to everything, reacting to loud sounds and strong smells and even bright lights

🌟 Around these times you’ll usually notice him spending less time in the factory itself, usually in his room or outside

🌟 Honestly the factory is probably the worst place for him to be around a full moon with the intense stink of motor oil and burning metal, not to mention the constant whirring and clashing of machinery

🌟 You opted to buy him ear plugs and incense sticks/candles to help him as best you could 

🌟 He appreciates it, especially because he’s so used to having to deal with all this on his own 

🌟 (that doesn’t mean he likes to show his appreciation very much lmao, but deep down you know he really does appreciate everything you do)

🌟 He’s pretty moody too tbh and more irritable than usual around a full moon

🌟 Despite your keen interest and understanding of Heisenberg being a werewolf, he doesn’t particularly like you catching him in his lycan form

🌟 As I said, despite you being very loving and understanding about it he’s still worried that after seeing his actual lycan form you’ll change your mind

🌟 But also he can be a bit unpredictable in his lycan form, especially during supermoons and shit

🌟 You know he’d never hurt you but he insists that it’s safer if he stays away from you

🌟 However, that doesn’t mean you haven’t seen his lycan form for yourself

🌟 One time your curiosity got the better of you and you followed him out of the factory

🌟 You distanced yourself so he wouldn’t see you but it was really dark anyway so you only caught a few good glimpses of him in lycan form before he disappeared into the night, and that was the first time you ‘saw’ his lycan form

🌟 The only time you ever really feared for your own safety was the other occasion you’d seen his lycan form

🌟 You had walked into his workshop following Karl getting off the phone with Lady Dimitrescu, and you realised she’d been winding him up (which she so often did)

🌟 🌟 🌟 

After slamming the phone back into place Heisenberg rested his hands on the workbench in front of him, you watching on silently from the doorway.

A few moments of heavy breathing passed before he suddenly pulled everything from the table, slamming it onto the floor in a fit of anger.

“Stupid fucking bitch,” He growled, starting to pace the room. “Who gave her the fucking right?” 

Heisenberg moved towards another workbench, pulling everything from the surface as he had done with the first workbench. This time a more animalistic growl left his mouth, alarming you slightly. You decided that you needed to step in before things escalated any further.

“Heisenberg? What’s wrong?” You called, stepping into the room. At first it seemed as though he hadn’t even heard you, continuing to mutter to himself angrily. 

You continued to approach him slowly, noticing the way Heisenberg began to twitch and snarl quietly. 

“Karl, are you okay-?” You reached out to touch his shoulder, and almost immediately he slammed you into the nearest wall. 

He began to growl again, and you noticed that his teeth looked sharper and pointier than usual. That was when you realised he was beginning to turn.

And it was now that you became aware of the sharp, stinging sensation in both your arms, glancing over to see that Heisenberg’s hands had already begun to physically change, his claws digging into your arms as he held you firmly in place. 

It took a moment for him to process things, it seemed, and then he realised what was going on.

“(Y/n)?” his head twitched for a moment, and he seemed to wince before quickly  returning his attention back to you. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

A wave of fear washed over you; his voice was unlike anything you had ever heard. It was distorted into a gross growl, as if he was barely holding back the beast that was inside. 

You had no words for him, only staring back, frozen with fear.

Heisenberg glanced down to where he was holding you, noticing your bloodied arms. He released his grip almost immediately, looking back to you with a panicked look in his eyes. 

You realised what had upset him, trying to wipe the small amount of blood from your arms. “K-Karl, I’m fine, i-it’s nothing, really!”

You took a step forward, trying to comfort him, but Heisenberg only jumped back further. He looked around wildly for a moment before haphazardly using his powers to drag a workbench between the two of you. 

Almost immediately after the action he doubled over in what seemed to be pain, staggering backwards and leaning against another workbench. 

“Karl, calm down- please, we need to-” You barely had a chance to speak before Heisenberg stood up again, snarling at you with his fangs bared. You now realised it was too late to stop him from transforming.

He hunched over again, slowly beginning to grow in size as his clothes started to pull tight and eventually tear, revealing the mass of fur underneath. In a matter of mere moments the man standing before you was replaced with a ginormous lycan-creature.

It was odd, you thought, how somehow Heisenberg had turned out to be more of an actual werewolf than a lycan. 

Your curiosity was once again replaced with fear when suddenly he lunged forward, perching on the workbench he had moved earlier as he towered above you.

Instinctively you backed up to the wall again, but the lycan still loomed menacingly above you, fangs bared and eyes glowing in a way that seemed almost sinister. 

“Karl, I know you won’t hurt me,” You managed to choke out, trying your hardest to keep your voice steady. “I know you, Karl. You would never hurt me, and deep down you know that too.”

The lycan only snarled loudly again, but this time you didn’t waver. Instead you took a confident step forward and a deep breath in, a feeble attempt to keep yourself composed, as you slowly began to raise your arm from your side. He noticed this, and only snarled louder as if in warning. 

“You won’t hurt me,” You said again, fulling extending your arm to the beast. “You’re half lycan, but you’re no monster.”

The lycan looked at your hand and went completely still, and for a moment you thought it even held its breath. 

Just as quickly as it had calmed, the lycan quite literally roared to life again, shaking it’s head wildly before jumping back from the workbench. It then turned to one of the walls, bolting towards it and tearing a hole into it with it’s claws.

The lycan turned back, sharing your gaze for only a moment longer before turning and jumping through the opening it had made.

You stood still for a second more before staggered back to the wall, collapsing against it. The interaction had completely drained you all of your energy, but you cared more about hoping Heisenberg would be okay. 

🌟 🌟 🌟

🌟 It took Karl far longer than usual to return home, but when he did he wouldn’t stop apologising to you for what had happened

🌟 He honestly felt terrible and completely ashamed of himself, despite never really hurting you

🌟 Just the fact that he had lost control in front of you in the first place was enough to bring him down several pegs 

🌟 You later found out that Lady Dimitrescu had been bad-mouthing you over the phone

🌟  (Not seriously, as you two actually got along quite well. She had only done it because she knew it would get under Heisenberg’s skin and she wanted to see what would happen)

🌟 Rest-assured you gave her a good talking to, and surprisingly she seemed remorseful for her actions

🌟 Thankfully the cuts on your arms (where Heisenberg’s lycan-claws had pierced your skin skin) healed rather well for how deep they were. 

🌟 There was minimal scarring, and with the apologetic (and incessant) help from Karl the two of you made sure the wounds didn’t become infected

🌟 Heisenberg always tells you about how much he feared for you life that night, when he was unable to control himself due to his own unbridled anger

🌟 He often uses it as an example of why he insists on staying away from you in lycan form

🌟 But every time he does, you take no hesitation in assuring him that you were always certain he wouldn’t harm you

🌟  And that no matter how much you might have feared for yourself on that night, you knew that the man inside was far stronger than the beast that plagued him

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[an;

THIS WAS SO LONG I’M SO SORRY HFKJSJKGWRLDJ I LITERALLY JUST COULDN’T HELP MYSELF

#resident evil 8 #re8 #resident evil 8: village #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil karl heisenberg #lycan!karl heisenberg #lycan!karl #resident evil 8 lycan! karl #resident evil 8 karl x reader #lycan!karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x y/n #resident evil 8 lycan! karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg headcanons #resident evil 8 headcanons #resident evil village headcanons #re8 karl headcanons #re8 heisenberg headcanons #my writing

[theswaggyrat]

"Careless Whisper" w/the Genshin Characters

Genshin x Reader // Genshin Characters Dancing w/out y/n ft. Albedo, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Xiaocw ~ pure angst//during Kaeya's part, I am not shipping them !! Diluc is simply trying to show comfort to his brother tw ~ mentions of d34th//being left alone//etc. plot - genshin peeps dancing in the midst of night, as if y/n were in their arms once more. ouch.

🎕Albedo

Albedo sat alone in his lab, lights dimmed and windows covered. His feet moved with anticipation, a soft but determined sensation flooding over his mind. He twirled, hair bopping up and down with his movements. Swaying to the side, he held out his hand as if one were to reach out as well. He pulled the empty figure forward, arms held out, fingers clinging onto air. Hopping over a fallen beaker bottle, he kept himself dancing to the rhythm without fail as "Careless Whisper" swept him into another world.

Another world with you.

He loved to dance with you.

"So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you."

His eyes reopened as he stepped out of his little world, arms dropping to his side. The music played around him, now hollow and taunting.

When the world took you from his arms that day, he'd never been the same. He tried to keep a positive attitude for friends, especially Klee, but found it hard without you, by his side, laughing about some science joke he made a couple of days ago.

If only he wasn't so careless, if only he had kept you from falling ill to the snowstorm outside that day. If only he wasn't so caught up in his projects to notice you leave.

His stomach turned at the thought once more, and he fled to the trash in case he needed to unload his last meal. Eyes brimmed with tears, he had tried over a thousand times to make some potion to bring you back. Anything. He'd come up empty. For almost a year, his whole life revolved around you. You helped with potions, with his emotions, with Klee. Barbatos, even Klee got along so well.

His hand clutched the edge of the table, head hung over as he tried to recollect himself.

The night stretched on, and so did "Careless Whisper", though Albedo couldn't hear it through the growing ringing in his ears.

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🎕Kaeya

The cryo male sat in Diluc's tavern after having a few drinks, half sober, half drunk. "Careless Whisper" had just recently turned on, a steady beat triggering Kaeya to tap his glass and nod his head side to side. Taking another sip from his glass, the clock told midnight as Kaeya slipped into a drunken state. He didn't drink much, though he had a fair reputation for attending the tavern, but he'd gone a bit overboard tonight. It was just him and his brother, Diluc, who sat in the back reading a book.

"And I'm never gonna dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm."

Icy tears began to fall as he thought about you. You loved to dance with him, especially in the tavern, to one of the random songs Diluc decided to play. Tightening his grip on the glass, soft sobs fell from his lips and made their way to Diluc's ears.

He'd been caused so much pain, so many had left him, and he didn't know how to keep up his colorful act anymore.

Diluc stood, fixing his gloves, and made his way to Kaeya. The cryo barely noticed, his thoughts wondering through old memories with you. The red head pulled Kaeya to his feet, bringing him into a dance. He didn't know how much it would help Kaeya, but the male was drunk and sad. After all, he is his brother, though he denies it to many others. He still cares.

So, reluctantly, he swayed side to side with him. Hands clasped together, feet moving at a steady pace, Diluc began to dance Kaeya to sleep. His tears slowed, eyes droopy and filled with sorrow. Diluc found you to be quite amusing and you matched Kaeya perfectly. He was happy for his brother, and dancing with him as if you were him was the best he could do for Kaeya at this moment.

"Thank you, dear brother," Kaeya mumbled, head bowed in drunken shame. Diluc hummed in reply as he dipped Kaeya onto a chair, where he eventually dozed off.

𐐪𐑂

🎕Diluc

As the last customer left, Diluc started the closing of his tavern. Although Diluc was known for staying open all day and night, recently he'd felt the need to close it and give himself a bit of time.

Turning the radio on, "Careless Whisper" began to play. It blasted through the speakers, blasted through the red heads soul. His thoughts steered towards you.

Ever since you said a final goodbye to him that night, he hadn't seen you since. Some say you were cooped up in Liyue, and he hadn't had the chance to visit.

It was his fault, anyway. He should've seen it coming from miles away and fixed it. He was always busy, or well, always declining offers to spend a day with you. When he ignored a problem you were having to help a customer, you left with a scene, telling him you couldn't bear the relationship anymore and you were going. With a slam of the door, you were gone just like that. Rumors spread as they would, and Diluc couldn't find you for days.

To cope, he'd found that dancing as if you were still in his arms helped comfort him. So, he held out his arms and slipped them around an empty space. He danced in circles, tracing the whole tavern with his movements, eyes settled on whatever what was in front of him, though he pictured it was you who filled the space.

"Should've known better than to cheat a friend, and waste the chance that I'd been given. So I'm never gonna dance again."

His jaw clenched as the empty feeling you had once replaced grew, and his heart throbbed for your touch once more.

𐐪𐑂

🎕Childe

Scaramouche watched from afar as the boy jumped around his room, eyes closed and mouth lip-syncing the lyrics of "Careless Whisper". A purple mist shone darkly around Childe as he danced in circles, throwing the imaginary figure into the air and catching them. His sobs were quiet, but Scaramouche could hear them from where he stood.

You had found out about what he really did and decided, once the ginger wouldn't give it up, that it wasn't healthy for him and you left. It had been a few weeks and Childe couldn't get over you. To him, you were the one thing that made him feel alive. You excited him, he found you breathtaking.

Now that you were gone, he did this almost every night when he thought all were asleep.

Pouring his feelings into his movements, he swept his leg across the floor, pulling himself and the air into a soft spin.

"Maybe it's better this way. We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say."

His movements came to a sudden halt as he listened to the line in his head repeatedly. He brought a hand to his face, silencing his sobs but not his tears, as they fell slowly to the floor. He punched the wall in an attempt to get his feelings out, but they only grew. With one swift motion, the boy fell to the floor. Sure, he was overdramatic - but you were something he'd risk everything for.

He wish he could take you back into your arms, dance with you into the night, and tell you he was sorry. He'd leave for you, he didn't imagine how rough you leaving would be on his heart. How much it would scar him.

But you were gone.

🎕Xiao

Xiao watched the lanterns like he did every year. Pulling his mask from his face, he lay in the rained down grass, hoping for something he could never grasp again.

For once, he didn't wish for peace and quiet. Instead, he found the quiet to be quite irritating.

A familiar song played in the far distance, one you were quite fond of. He remembered almost tripping over his own feet mid dance with you to this exact song.

That was a year ago. But where were you now?

They found your body drenched in river water, against a couple of jagged rocks on shore. He thought you'd be safe with him, he thought you'd be alright. You could call his name in danger and he'd be there in a split second.

But what was the chance you'd been in the water, under the current, unable to call his name?

"Tonight the music seems so loud, I wish that we could lose this crowd."

He unconsciously grabbed at the grass, taking heavy breaths. You'd been around for so long and he'd grown so used to you, he thought you'd be the one to stay. He had opened himself up to you after he began to feel something genuine for you.

It didn't end well.

In a matter of time, he fell into a state of sleep, where he dreamed of dancing with you. He almost tripped over his feet, to which you teased him about. He felt as if it was real, as if you were really in his arms again. But then you were slipping from him again. He couldn't hold onto you, though he tried to.

When he awoke to the sun staring down at him, he could feel the dried tears on his cheek. He sighed, bringing his hands to his face and running them down. The grass laid untouched next to him.

He always forgot you weren't with him anymore.

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[putschki1969]

I posted 738 times in 2021

711 posts created (96%)

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For every post I created, I reblogged 0.0 posts.

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Longest Tag: 108 characters

#i am guessing they will ship the bds in the next couple of days so they have to withdraw the money very soon

Note: Wow, that's a LOT of posts!! Crazy to see these numbers. I really DO spend all my time on here XD It's been an eventful year and there are still a few exciting things coming up. I would like to use this opportunity to thank my followers who always like and reblog my posts. Special shout-out to the people who take the time to comment, even if it's just a short "thank you". You have no idea how much I appreciate it. If you ever feel like I must get sick of always reading the same two words, you are wrong, a little "thank you" goes a long way, it never fails to brighten my day and it motivates me to keep going. It doesn't happen a lot but I am also grateful to everyone who bought me a coffee on Ko-fi 💕

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

「Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#16 〜Sing a Song Tour〜」 Report

Performance title: “Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.# 16 ~ Sing a Song Tour ~” July 28 Broadcast date: October 8; Open: 19:30 Start: 20:00 [Participating artists] Yuki Kajiura (Piano / Chorus) KAORI (Vocal), KEIKO (Vocal), YURIKO KAIDA (Vocal), Joelle (Vocal), Guest Vocal: Aimer

Once again, I come bearing gifts. ^_^ As mentioned earlier, e+ makes it almost impossible for foreign fans to register and purchase tickets, it’s a huge shame. Therefore, I have decided  to share this with you. Please enjoy!  〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

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#4

PandoraHearts Medley from 『FictionJunction Station Fan Club Talk & Live vol.#1』 to be broadcast on YouTube!

Exclusive video footage from the event『FictionJunction Station Fan Club Talk & Live vol.#1』 which was held on March 13 will be released on the HIGHWAY STAR Official YouTube Channel on May 17 12:00 (JST).

「Alone～Bloody rabbit～Contractor [PandoraHearts Medley]」 (KAORI / KEIKO / YURIKO KAIDA / Joelle)

HIGHWAY STAR YouTube Channel

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdFuia96lKQTY4wV3rCNvkA

SUBSCRIBE to the channel! Last month they published the “zodiacal sign” performance from 「Yuki Kajiura LIVE Extra Edition 〜STUDIO Stream LIVE vol.#1 reprise！」.

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I am so EXCITED! I didn’t think there would be any official video footage for these fan club events. I wonder if there is more to come? Very much looking forward to Contractor, it’s one of my favourite songs being performed by the FJ girls and Keiko’s little main part towards the end blows me away every time. I read some comments on Twitter that she absolutely nailed that so YAY, can’t wait!

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#3

Madoka 10th Anniversary Event & New Film

Today’s Madoka Magica 10th Anniversary Event has resulted in “Kalafina” trending on Japanese Twitter for quite some time now. BANZAI. So happy to see there is still so much hype around them. Such a shame they couldn’t be there for this. *cries*

On a side note, a sequel movie to “Rebellion” (2013) was announced at the event. Yuki Kajiura will once again be in charge of the soundtrack. Now who do I have to bribe to get a Hikaru x YK collab for the ending theme??!! This would be the PERFECT opportunity for Hikaru to land a major gig. In my opinion she definitely has dibs on the theme song, after all, it’s her powerful vocals that made “Magia” so amazing. Ideally we would have a Kalafina reunion for this but that’s unlikely to happen so soon. Hikaru singing the ED by herself is the next best thing if you ask me. I guess the FJ girls could join her but I would much rather have it be a solo project for Hikaru because that’s what she DESERVES!! Ahhhhh, a girl can dream. We will see what’s going to happen...What are your thoughts?

LiSA, Aimer or whoever will probably end up singing it *sobs*

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#2

Kajiura Yuki「Alone～Bloody rabbit～Contractor [PandoraHearts Medley]」

Exclusive video footage from the event『FictionJunction Station Fan Club Talk & Live vol.#1』 which was held on March 13.

「Alone～Bloody rabbit～Contractor [PandoraHearts Medley]」 (KAORI / KEIKO / YURIKO KAIDA / Joelle)

Thoughts: Ahhhhh, this was perfection and I am specifically talking about “Contractor” and if we are being honest, all I am hearing is Keiko. I think I cried at her part in “Contractor”! EARGASM!!! So much better than the audio recording we got on the FictionJunction 2010-2013 The BEST of Yuki Kajiura LIVE, vol 2 CD. Absolutely FLAWLESS!!! To see LIVE FOOTAGE of this is everything I ever wanted. It’s such a tiny section of the song but for this little part alone I would have sold my kidney to be able to see it live. Still so sad that I wasn’t able to go. How I wish I could have been there. *sobs* The rest of the song was okay I guess, didn’t particularly love Joelle and Yuriko’s parts, they tried too hard to sound like Eri Ito. "Alone” was super lovely too, still not a huge fan of Joelle’s voice but I was focused on Keiko anyways. “Bloody Rabbit” was okay.

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #kalafina #wakana #keiko #hikaru #personal #interesting to see my top posts #glad to have the chocolate meating on the list #winning that beret was definitely the highlight of the year #who am I kidding? #the highlight of my LIFE XD #my yk posts are always very popular it seems #a bit early but who cares #Youtube

[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [OBEY ME - DEMON BROTHERS] ⚜

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characters: lucifer | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub | belphegor summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: some passing references to death, referenced shitty rich people rating: sfw a/n: no, i don't have any bias for mammon, preposterous of you to even think about such things. anyways, have this weird bullshit. warning, these alpha's are going to go down some weird routes later on. i have plans.

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≿━━━━༺❀ lucifer ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were just a normal human at the time. well, at least you thought you were. you'd never even considered the idea of heaven and hell, you weren't raised like that. you were just growing out of all the health problems that'd been plaguing you since birth.

✿ you were a teenager, about sixteen years old. due to your poor constitution, you'd been homeschooled, and didn't meet a lot of people your age. lucifer, of course, couldn't even remember his exact age anymore.

✿ you were, for the first time in years pretty much, out and about buying anything you're dad saw you put your eyes on, and lucifer was in the human realm looking for a gift. you'd both happened to set your eyes on the same necklace, and after some banter lucifer allowed you to take it.

✿ while you were buying the necklace, lucifer recommended a few more pieces of jewelry that'd look good on you, and you took his advice. after that, well, the two of you wouldn't cross paths again until years and years later. [☘]

✿ lucifer thought you were cute, in the same way one thinks a kitten is cute. well, up until you almost snapped his head off for daring to come between you and a necklace. but that just led to him admiring your tenacity, especially for the things you wanted. lucifer was... alright. handsome, by any standards, but otherwise you didn't much pay attention to him beyond him having what you wanted. it wasn't until he gave you a compliment and helped you around did you begin to like him even a little bit.

≿━━━━༺❀ mammon ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a thief, truth to be told. you'd just ran away from home after the pressure there got too much, and living on the streets required some sacrifice to your moral compass. besides, you were good at it so who were you to complain.

✿ you were 22, recently homeless. not that you were complaining, better than living at home with your parents. mammon was, as with all demons, ageless.

✿ you stole from mammon. your first meeting was as simple as that, or would have been if he didn't notice (the first one to ever do so) and give chase, which eventually lead to him showing you his demon form in an attempt to get you to surrender. while frightened, you didn't and managed to almost get away. demons are unsurprisingly very fast.

✿ you were certain you were going to die after mammon finally caught you, but to your confusion after seeing your general state at the time, mammon muttered something about his eternal graciousness and disappeared. after that he would show up in front of you every once in a while, saying it was purely to make sure you didn't steal again and every time he'd manage to "somehow" leave behind something valuable of his.

✿ mammon wasn't entirely certain why he took such a protective stance on you, you weren't the first down on their luck person he'd ever met and it was generally unusual of him as an omega. regardless, he pretty much decided that you were his. mammon was mostly just... confusing to you. i mean, you clocked that he was a tsundere during your second meeting, but it certainly didn't explain any of his behaviour. but he was cute and good company, who were you to complain.

≿━━━━༺❀ leviathan ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were... to simply put it, lonely. you were stuck on the small island you'd been born on, with only your family for any company. and most of them were either too old or too young to be any actual fun for you. so, you were lonely.

✿ you were probably around seventeen? you weren't entirely certain, sometimes it was hard to keep track of the days and years. levi was, well, immortal and old.

✿ you summoned him, on large part by accident. you didn't think the book of spells you'd somehow managed to get your hands on (it was an open secret that your grandmother gave you all sorts of weird crap) would actually work. but a demon standing in your attic room proved you wrong.

✿ levi was pretty confused about being summoned for no reason, but when you asked him to stay for a while, just for company, he gladly obliged and then spent six hours giving you detailed summaries of all the latest anime he'd watched. you had no idea what an "anime" was.

✿ you were a total normie in levi's eyes. no, even worse than a normie, you didn't even know what anime was! though you also apparently only tangentially knew what a "tv" was (you pronounced it as "tee-and-vee") so he couldn't really fault you for that. otherwise you were pretty alright. levi was fun to you, if a bit weird, but most people were weird to you. you didn't understand half the things he said, but he was a good storyteller and once he stopped trying to destroy your eardrums any time you didn't know what something was he was even more fun.

≿━━━━༺❀ satan ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the adopted child of an extremely wealthy family, who'd just recently been informed of their adoptive status. quite the shock for most people. not to you, though, you didn't really care. besides that, you were summer vacationing with your family.

✿ you were about 20 at the time, it was a bit murky what with the adoption thing and the uh... circumstances around your adoption. satan, demon, immortal, we know the deal.

✿ you met because of your cat. you most beloved companion, dante. every sorcerer needs a familiar, don't they? and dante is more than likely a minor demon of some kind. especially based on how he escaped from the third story window of your summer home, booked it straight into town and to satan, with you having to sprint to catch up to him.

✿ satan was most certainly delighted by the sight of dante coming to greet him, a bit less delighted by an out-of-breath alpha almost running him over to catch the mischievous cat. but once everything was sorted out you had a wonderful time talking about... well, mostly cats.

✿ in satan's humble opinion, anybody who owns a cat is an s-tier person in his opinion. and dante is an excellent cat, so of course he thought of you as the best kind of person. his only complaint came from you falling asleep about half-way through the conversation. there was really no other word to describe satan other than breathtaking. frankly, his pretty eyes are what saved poor dante from the scolding of a life time, and you didn't even have any complaints, especially once you got his number. dante was very proud of that one.

≿━━━━༺❀ asmodeus ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were... well, if you asked your family, they'd say you were the family disappointment. once someone so brilliant, who grew up to be just a bit too weird. not that any of that bothered you all that much, you'd learned to embrace the role of the black sheep a long time ago.

✿ you were 21, had just recently moved away from home to another city, and when i say you were living your life to the fullest, i mean. and of course, asmo is and was never aging.

✿ you were out drinking, partying, just having the time of your life. and also looking for a possible hook up. you ended up at the bar next to asmo, and you shared some flirty banter, you ordered drinks for the both of you, everything was going well. up until some idiot decided to startle you and you punched them in the face.

✿ asmo found the whole thing extremely hilarious and offered for the two of you to go and find some other bar to go have fun in. you did, and though you did not end up hooking up, you had some wonderful conversations about fashion, make-up, and weird creepy crawlies. asmo was surprisingly delighted hearing about your tarantula collection.

✿ oh where was to asmodeus start? you were just perfect, so confident, so calm and collected, with a sensitive delicious soul. everything he could ask for in an alpha really. and despite your flirtations, you seemed more genuinely interested in him as a person. you of course did find asmo genuinely interesting as a person. sure, he was cute and all that, but it was his witty banter and interesting conversation that drew you to him. you felt... needed and wanted when you were around him, more than you'd ever been.

≿━━━━༺❀ beelzebub ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a menace at the time. not like, unlawful menace (for the most part) but you were... let's call it experimenting with life. trying to figure out who you were after years of not having the time for it. and mostly that manifested in driving cross continent with your bike.

✿ you were about 24, having started your travelling just a few months prior after a fall out with your family. and of course, beel, a demon, has no quantifiable age.

✿ you didn't so much meet as much as you crashed into him with your bike, and despite him having to visible signs of damage for some reason, you insisted to frantically apologizing and making sure he was okay. he eventually ended up just asking you to take him to a nearby diner if you really wanted to make it okay.

✿ you spent approximately two hours staring at beel just absolutely devouring food. you think you zoned out at some point. but after that horrifying experience, you ended up giving beel a ride to wherever the fuck he was going, and he decided that you weren't too bad company. [☘]

✿ beel's first impression of you was understandably kind of chaotic. i mean, it's not everyday that someone manages to literally crash into him. and it wasn't until the diner that he decided that you were a good person, after you yelled at a guy harassing a server. you were far too focused on making sure beel was okay to really think about any first impressions (you crashed into him for god's sake, and he didn't have a scratch!). but beyond the empty vacuum of a stomach he had, he seemed pretty nice.

≿━━━━༺❀ belphegor ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the heir to an old and rich family, the only survivor of your numerous siblings, and also incredibly incredibly lonely. though if we're being very specific, at the time of you meeting belphie, you were sleeping.

✿ you were seventeen at the time, still under the clutches of your family though it wouldn't be more than a few months that you would be a fully fledged adult. belphie was far older than he cared to remember.

✿ as previously mentioned, you were dreaming. very specifically, you were dreaming about a vast desert that reached far into the horizon, where no one else was to bother you. well, no one was supposed to be there, until a very annoying demon decided to crash your one person dream party. literally.

✿ after crashing into you (literally), belphie decided to stay in your dream for a while, confused by the choice of venue. you were initially bit bothered, but as he just kept showing up in your dreams you stopped caring.

✿ belphie thought you were a bit weird. who dreams about empty deserts? but beyond your weird aesthetics, you were fun, a lot more fun than almost anyone in his life. and way more fun than he thought a human could be. originally, belphie was a bother to you. i mean, who crashes someone else's dream? belphie, apparently, though he claimed that he didn't usually. but beyond that one incident (and the next one, and the-), you became rather fond of him the more he kept showing up.

#⚜ garden walks #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha!reader #x reader #obey me #lucifer #omega!lucifer #mammon #omega!mammon #leviathan #omega!leviathan #satan #omega!satan #asmodeus #omega!asmodeus #beelzebub #omega!beelzebub #belphegor #omega!belphegor #obey me - demon brothers

[victoriahazelnut]

☕Daily Productivity Log☕ Day 102

🎕2021-12-20🎕 💕ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ~Music to Help You Chill.♡💕

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🌸 8:10AM: Wake up and do Morning Routine.☀️

🍄 8:35AM: Morning Workout (21 min abs, 15 min glutes)

🌸 9:15AM: Reading.📕

Short Story: Some of the characters in a book I just started turned out to be the same as in the last book I recently finished. The books are completely unrelated and I bought them very far apart from each other. I mean what are the chances of that? This makes me so happy because it feels like the last story isn't over yet, just continued from a different perspective.😊

🍄 10:15AM: Making Gifs for this post and Checking Notifications.💌

🌸 11:00AM: Breakfast: Apple Slices, a Low-Cal Coffee Protein Shake and Peanut Butter on 1 Piece of 100% Whole Wheat Toast.🍎

♛ Nutritional Info: 319 kcal, Protein = 32g, Carbs = 33g, Fat = 7g

🌸 12:00PM-1:30PM: Playing Animal Crossing.🔔

🍄 2:00PM-2:45PM: Lunch: Spicy Ham and Vegetables with a couple Over-Easy Eggs on top, and a large mug of Green Tea.🌶️

♛ Nutritional Info: 233 kcal, Protein = 27g, Carbs = 5g, Fat = 12g

🍄 3:00PM: Listening to Music.📻

🌸 4:00PM: Playing the Sims 4.🏡

🍄 5:15PM: Dinner: Sweet and Spicy Chicken Breast with a side of Baby Carrots.🥕

♛ Nutritional Info: 152 kcal, Protein = 32g, Carbs = 11g, Fat = 1g

🍄 6:00PM-8:00PM: More Reading.📕

🌸 8:20PM: Evening Snack: A Thick Vanilla Protein Shake and Green Tea.☕

♛ Nutritional Info: 145 kcal, Protein = 25g, Carbs = 1g, Fat = 4g

🌸 9:00PM: German Practice.🥨

🍄 9:30PM: Meal Planning for tomorrow.📅

🌸 10:00PM: Evening Workout (11 min abs, 25 min glutes w/ increased resistance)

🍄 10:40PM: Playing Wolfenstein II.🐺

🌸 11:45PM: Reading before Bed.📕

🍄 12:30AM: Bedtime Routine.🌙

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[lonelygrove]

- writeblr introduction

if you know who i am really don’t say a word or i’ll have your tits. 18+ only please, minors shall be banished to the crib.

- info

🎕 my name is mawgrath or dionymy, im 22, and i go by she/they pronouns

🎕 i write mostly lgbtq+ fantasy stories involving romance, found family, and sacrifice

🎕 i have way too many wips so they change quite often, don’t be surprised if i start hyperfixating on a different wip

🎕 i love talking to people about their characters and wips, my ask box is always open if you wanna talk

🎕 im also an artist so i often reblog my art work here

- my wips

like i said ive got too many wips, if you’re interested in more of my side wips check out their tags they follow this format: wip;wip name

🎕 just the messenger (jtm); a high fantasy wip about a blacksmith who dies and is brought back by an elder god to work as a messenger between gods and mortals. 

🎕 our dying magics (odm); a high fantasy wip where the dragon folk and the guardians resort to a temporary alliance when the human king kills and resurrects a dragon folk to lead an attack on both ancient people. 

🎕 flaming tears (ft); a high fantasy wip about a phoenix who escapes the rule of a tyrannical queen with a sailor in hopes of finding more of her kind in the ashen lands across the seas.

🎕 the wyld court (twc); a high fantasy wip about a fae king exploiting his power to control other fae, only to learn that they won’t sit down for that shit

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[garden-of-omegas]

⚜ FIRST MEETING [OBEY ME - DATEABLES] ⚜

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characters: diavolo | barbatos | simeon | solomon summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: depression, therapy, referenced nudity rating: sfw a/n: this ended up being a weirdly heavy one, not entirely even on purpose, but when two of the four portions have to do with mental health heavily that's what ends up happening. thankfully the first and last ones are pretty lighthearted.

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≿━━━━༺❀ diavolo ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were living a rather isolated life away from other people with your mother, in a bog filled forest. probably why everyone thought the two of you were witches (not an entirely wrong assumption), and lead to the two of you not really associating with people.

✿ you were fifteen, in the middle of your rebellious phase (that would to your mother's unfortune remain permanently). diavolo was, while in demon terms still pretty juvenile, an endless being.

✿ you were in the middle of your home forest, with some supplies and a book stolen from your mother, attempting to learn to control your magic. it didn't exactly work, and you ended up accidentally summoning diavolo, who was, to put it mildly, confused. you were too to be fair.

✿ diavolo ended up taking quite the liking to your weirdness and after your initial awkward meeting would come by every once in a while to simply spent time with you, leaving your mother very confused. [☘]

✿ diavolo found you to be endearing, what with your reckless but endlessly brave drive to just live. in his eyes, you were an exemplary human. he didn't even mind getting you out of all the trouble you were constantly getting yourself into. mostly you just thought that diavolo was weird, talking about demon-human relations (in a diplomatic sense) and all this crap about peace. so yeah, he was very weird for a demon, but he was the only consistent company you kept so... he was fine.

≿━━━━༺❀ barbatos ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you'd just recently got out of your latest self-isolation slump, after the unfortunate passing of your parents. you were rather used to death at that point, but you were now alone in the world, and that terrified you.

✿ you were 18, barely considered an adult by most people, and even by yourself. it'd been about three months since the funeral. barbatos, well, nobody knows how old he has ever been so...

✿ you were attempting to get out more, though you were still very clearly in the middle of a depression slump as you were sitting in a little corner cafe near your apartment. they had the best tea ever, in your opinion, and you were hoping it would work as a little pick me up. it didn't, at least until an eccentric but cute man sat from across you.

✿ you didn't speak for a little bit after that, but eventually barbatos introduced himself and started chatting with you. you got to know each other rather well, and after you cheered up a bit barbatos left, but weirdly enough a week later showed up at your apartment to cheer you up a little more.

✿ when barbatos saw you sitting alone at that table, looking like a kicked puppy, he couldn't help himself but to try and help you. maybe it was the servant in him, or maybe something deeper, but he felt an immediate connection to you and needed to get you to smile. barbatos was an angel to you, you were (ironically) certain of it. not only did he manage to make you actually smile and laugh for the first time in months, he was so ethereal that you were for a while convinced that you'd made him up.

≿━━━━༺❀ simeon ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were in therapy, to put it simply. it was at the very beginning stages of your road to recovery from years of mistreatment by your family, and you were determined to put your past as far behind yourself as you possibly could.

✿ you were about 20, having recently "ran away" from home and started living on your own. simeon was and is an ageless angel, so nothing new there.

✿ you were standing outside your therapist's office building, debating whether to even go. i mean, how much could some stranger help you anyways? but that was answered when simeon appeared (seemingly from nowhere) and gave you some much needed encouragement to get your life in order and just go.

✿ you 100% didn't expect to see the pretty stranger again after that, but simeon would show up every week right before your appointment to give you even more encouragement and support. initially you began to think he was a stalker of some kind, but after he told you he was your guardian angel you came to the conclusion that he probably also has therapy at this office around the same time as you.

✿ simeon, basically being your guardian angel, had always had a bit of a bias towards you, and that didn't change upon meeting you. despite your wild ways, he couldn't help but admire your determination and dedication to bettering yourself. you were fairly certain simeon was a bit... not there. but he was a good person, always trying to help you in anyway he could. his mere presence started cheering you up, and him being absolutely ethereal wasn't helping your slight crush.

≿━━━━༺❀ solomon ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were considered to be a bit of a scholar at the time, mostly by your association with several italian philosophers and artists, such as leonardo da vinci and michelangelo. you had no opinion the matter, as mostly you were just recovering from the last plague and it's effects.

✿ you had absolutely no idea how old you were at that point, not necessarily because you forgot but more due to the fact that you weren't raised by people who really cared to count such things. solomon at the time was about 2500 years old, give or take some.

✿ you were working as a model for michelangelo for one of his sculptures, which mostly meant sitting in place for six hours a day. you didn't particularly mind though, but when your friend got a visitor in the form of a young man with shocking white hair, you didn't mind the chatting you got into as your friend wasn't one for such things while working.

✿ neither of you realized the other was immortal for a long while after your first meeting, though you'd bump into each other quite often during your stay in florence. you were both rather glad for the intellectual company.

✿ well, solomon's first thoughts were on how absolutely hot you are, seeing as you were basically naked lounging on a settee. but after talking with you for a short while, he came more so to appreciate your endless curiosity and intellect. you thought solomon was kind of weird, but you surrounded yourself with weirdos all the time so you didn't really mind. besides, he was on the smart end of things and if there was anything you appreciated about a person, it was their brain.

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[garden-of-omegas]

☘ THE DEVIL AT MY DOOR [DIAVOLO] ☘

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characters: diavolo warnings: some references to bullying, witchcraft rating: sfw a/n: these first meeting one-shots are so short, hope you guys don't mind too much. i'll hopefully make longer ones in the future, or i might at some point switch how i make them.

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you open the ragged door to the shack you and your mother call home, finding diavolo standing behind it with a cheerful smile. you frown, slamming the door in his face.

"mom! the devil's at the door!" you shout to your mother, who's brewing something in the kitchen.

"stop calling the mayor that, little dove!" she calls back, to which you scoff. that damn mayor is worse than the devil.

"that's not what i meant!" you shout back before opening the door again. diavolo's still there, waiting patiently. "mom's making love potions, you're gonna have to wait if you wanna talk to her."

diavolo tilts his head, being far too adorable for a literal demon. you don't trust it a bit. "i'm here for you, not your mother, [name]."

"..." you stare at diavolo, squinting a bit. "why?"

"i find you interesting!" diavolo answers. you scoff, but let him in anyways. diavolo happily follows behind you to the dangerous looking stairs standing in the middle of the living room.

"mom, i'm taking the devil to my bedroom!" you shout, and immediately hear something crash in the kitchen. you ignore it and lead diavolo upstairs to your room. diavolo curiously looks around, amazed by how cleanly white everything is. a few black details jump out at him, probably on purpose as they seem to be your personal defects.

"a curious room for a witch's child." diavolo comments, lifting up a small protection bottle sitting on the window pane.

"mom thinks that keeping my room white will make people think that i'm less weird. it doesn't really work, nobody's ever seen it before." you explain, sitting onto your bed. diavolo nods, setting down whatever he's fiddling with now.

you watch him look around, wondering what he's doing here. your initial meeting had been... awkward to say the least. you can't quite comprehend what he's want with you after that disaster.

"soo... want to help me make hex bags to throw at the old women in town?"

diavolo looks far too interested in your words for his own good.

"so, like, she's a total bitch! she keeps finding all my notebooks and writing false spells in them. they're not even convincing! if she wants to bully me she should do it better." you rant to diavolo while stringing up one of the hex bags. diavolo's been listening to your ranting about the people in town for the past two hours, nodding along like he understands anything that's going on. you don't think he does.

"so why are you throwing these at old women instead of this girl?" he asks.

"cause they insult mom, and that's something i won't allow. not on my watch." you point a finger at him for emphasis. "anyways, so last week brittany hid some sage in my locker, like that would get me expelled or something. she's absolutely the worst, so i've decided to trick her into thinking that i've cursed her, i just haven't decided how yet..."

you say goodbye to diavolo at your door, this time closing the door much softer and with a smile on your face. your mother comes out of her room, looking extremely confused.

"who was that?"

"the devil." you answer, not thinking much of it. your mother on the other hand suddenly looks extremely alarmed. "did you know he hates pickles? never would've thought the devil is a picky eater."

"...the mayor dislikes pickles?"

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[garden-of-omegas]

☘ DINNER PLATES [BEELZEBUB] ☘

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characters: beelzebub warnings: references to a bike crash rating: sfw a/n: this was such a silly write, i love beel and his absolute clownery with food. and so does this particular alpha! have fun!

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you watched with dinner-plated eyes at the stranger you'd crashed into just an hour ago sitting across from. originally you'd just brought him to the diner in an effort to convince him to let you take him to the hospital, but that had most certainly not happened.

what had happened was a bill that was slowly getting longer and a stack of plates that was slowly getting taller. you'd not even touched your own food, as you were far too busy trying to figure out where all the food on the other side of the table was going. you still hadn't figured it out.

"are you not going to eat that?" beel asks, pointing at your plate. you slowly shake your head, too horrified to speak. beel nods, quickly snatching the plate to him.

you can't remember what you'd ordered.

after another hour of horrified staring and endless eating, you finally managed to shake yourself out of your stupor. "so, uh..." you start, avoiding eye contact as much as you can once beel turns his attention to you. "you going anywhere?"

"to london. i have a... ride home waiting for me there." beel answers. you choose not to comment on the weird phrasing, instead focusing on the fact that you're nowhere near london and beel looked like he was walking there.

"do you have a ride there?" you're kind of scared to ask the question, especially once beel starts to slow down his eating.

"no, i was just going to walk."

your eyes almost pop out of your head. who's making this sweet looking man walk to london to get home?! what kind of person is he to just not question that?!

beel doesn't seem bothered, going back to eating. you really have no idea what to say to any of that.

"would you like a ride? i wasn't going towards london, but i'd feel really bad making you walk after that crash, and i don't really mind going there either-" you start rambling, sort of trying to make up for the whole no words thing. beel interrupts you, raising his hand while his mouth is still stuffed full. once he's done chewing, he answers.

"sure, if you want. i don't mind walking though-" this person is crazy. "-but a ride sounds good too."

"good, good..." you mutter, wondering what the hell is happening to your life.

"here's a helmet for you." you hand over your spare helmet (a garishly yellow and black one, just like your own) to beel, who takes it carefully and sets it on his head. it's only now you realize how tall beel is. it's... kind of hot.

"just, hop on the back and hold onto me, i'd rather not manage to crash with you on the bike too." you laugh, straddling your bike carefully. beel nods, sitting down behind you and hugging you around your middle.

you tense up feeling his hands on your stomach, and you suddenly smell his scent keenly. you flush deeply, holding your breath as your bike roars to life. there's a pretty omega sitting right against you.

how the hell did you end up here?

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