#Grammar alert

[glitchwashere]

Hated au

(Nicky is 15 in this au)

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Nicholas Micheal Roth or mostly known as Nicky.Who is not familiar with this name?Maybe the people outside the town but here in RavenBrook his name always become the talk of people.After the death of Mya Peterson,Aaron died due to the fact he lost conscious and drown.People said that Nicky was there when Aaron drown but he didnt do anything to help Aaron.There also a rumour saying that he was the one that push Aaron at the lake and left him to die.After that tragedy,he was hated and was no longer loved by everyone including his own family.No even his friend.They lost trust on him.He tried to explain to them a hundred times but no one listen.He was labeled as a murderer in that town.No matter where he go,people will start talking about him.Whenever a new people came to that city and ask about him,they will start telling them false information about him.Some even say he is a curse to that town but the truth is he is innocent.

He had leave his parents house and live inside a small cabin deep inside the forest.He couldn't stand all the abuse at his parents so he leave.He was happy there.He have been living there for 2 months.Everything was quiet and calm.He like that.He sit at the porch of the cabin while watching the flower blooming and trees swaying to the side as the wind hit it.He was a bit hungry.The thought of having quick snacks soon take over his mind.There a few bushes that produce wild berries in that forest.Some of them were edible so he decide to pick it.Good thing that bushes is not far away from that cabin.As he start to pick the berries,he could feel something or someone was watching him.But when he turn around,there was no one there.Until he was shot in the leg with a bullet.Not really a bullet.It look a bit like a syringe.He fall to the ground and he could feel his eyes slowly closing.Before he fully passed out,he could see someone running toward him.With a gun.He assume that person was the one that shot him.And then he passed out.He did not wish to wake up.But he did anyway.

Upon waking up,he was in some sort of room.It look like his old room but more improved.The old stained wallpaper is now changed to pastel blue.The old dirty carpet is no longer there.It has changed to a flower shaped carpet.Even though he could notice the change,his vision is a bit blurry.But not his ability to hear.There were people arguing outside the room.He could hear it.And from his memories,that sound like his mother and father.How he wish he never got out to pick the berries."Why?Why am i here?Why cant i be dead?Why?"he thought.Tear start to form under his eyes.But he rubbed his tear away using his hand.Because he was bored,he decide to listen to the conversation outside his room."What if he hate us?What if start to PANIC?!WHAT IF HE-"his mother said."Dear,calm down.That pills should help him.Beside we didnt do anything to him yet.There no reason for him to panic."his father said trying to calm his mother nerve down.How could Nicky hate them?They are his parents after all.If he remember it correctly,he never hate anyone.Not even the person who hate him.He already accept the fact the he is evil.His hand start wandering around to his face.There was a bandage on his left eye.His left eyes...that is blind.Memory start to flood his mind.He remember that day.Everything went downhill...

!THE NEXT PART CONTAIN SENSITIVE TOPIC SO PLEASE BE AWARE!

After a week of Aaron funeral,he start to do s3lf harm as a way to release stress and it worked to well.His parents become more and more abusive that week.That why he hide the blade in a hidden part in his cabinet.But I guess that his mom know about that.Later that day when he got back from school,his mom was waiting for him in his room while holding the blade.The expression that her mom gave is making him freak out."What is this sh*t you are trying to do?I give you home,food and clothes AND THIS IS HOW YOU PAY ME?!IS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!"his mom yelled at him while walking toward him.Her hand were still holding that blade.Nicky who was afraid of her hide in the corner.His mom didnt leave any space for him to run.She lock the door.One of her hand was holding the blade while the other one was gripping Nicky shirt.Nicky that was once the floor is now standing up with shaking leg.(SENSITVE PART UPCOMING)His mother grip that blade and lift it up,and SLASH!It cut through his left eyes.He scream and cry at the same times.His mother laughing like a maniac while he on the floor crying like a kid."That what you get for being a brat!HAHA!"her mother said.As long as the blade in his mother hand,she start to make a lot of cut on Nicky body.On his hands,legs and stomach.Nicky couldn't stop crying during that moment.Blood keep pouring from his eyes followed by the pain on his body.Non stop screaming.His mother with bloody hand leave the room and soon return back with a jar of...salt.Nicky knew exactly what her mother gonna do with that.She will pour it on the cut on Nicky body causing him to feel a lot of pain.She smile and said "Oh this is just the beginning.I hope you are ready for it".Nicky,with red eyes and tear striked face looked at the his mother with a horrified look.The look her once nice mother gave is now a look that only a psycho could give.He knew that day wont end well.And he was right...

Again,tear start to form but he didnt stop it.He hide under the blanket,sobbing."Why does it has to be me?"he said.He continue crying until both of his enter his room and parents saw him crying."Nicky you alright!?"his mother said while trying to get Nicky out from under the blanket.His father run out of the room.She managed to get him out of the blanket and as a reward for doing that,she hug him while her hand brushing Nicky hair.The soft feeling of her mother calm him down.Her mother whisper sweet thing to Nicky like "I love you"and" You are the best".Soon his father return with hypodermic syringe(syringe with needle).It was filled with liquid.His father make his way to Nicky,rolled his sleeve up and insert the needle.The needle is now in Nicky skin.The liquid inside the syringe slowly being emptied.With his mom hugging him and brushing his head while whispering sweet thing to his ear,the feeling of sleeping took over his mind.Ignoring the fact the he just woke up a few minutes ago.But he didn't care about it.He yawned as his eyelid start to close.His vision getting blurry again.He didnt mind sleeping for a few hour.He yawn again and soon he land into a dream land..

#glitchwashere #randompost #hello neighbor #nicky roth #yes im back with a new fanfic! #yeah i know i didnt upload much #but hey im back #hello neighbour au #hello neighbor fanfic #Now please enjoy this fanfic #bad grammar #grammar alert #aaron peterson #lazy writing

[happy-lemon]

Protip: When you’re referring to a family in plural, you don’t need an apostrophe. The Howards. The Machados. The Fontaines. The Wellses (if the surname ends in s).

This is not directed at anyone in particular, but I know there are a lot of simblrs whose first language is not English. Also, I’m a grammar nerd. 🙂

#grammar nerd alert #day job adjacent

[sparkelingspectres]

So ik it's almost midnight but does this selfie I just took kinda slap or is it just me

#i was trying to take some pics of my side profile out of curiosity (spoiler alert. i have a large nose) and this one i took prematurely #before my head was fully turned actually looks 100x better than literally all the intentional pics i got😭😭 #sorry if theres any bad grammar or sentencing i scramble words worse when its late at night

[thewizardpoliceareafterme]

here's my tier list of the pirate101 worlds and also thoughts about them/why they are ranked this way.

long post incoming and also spoilers for the whole game basically! you've been warned

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S tier;

Marleybone- this is my absolute favorite world in the game! To see the consequences of our actions unfold was such an amazing experience. When I entered the world for the first time after being told by the NPC that it was, "an active warzone." I thought, how bad could it be?

it was, indeed, bad. I remember my awe looking at all the destruction and hearing the blast of the beachhead cannons for the first time scared me so bad. Only one thought crossed my mind, "we fucked up."

Overall the whole world is awesome! The aesthetic, the plot, catbeard being catbeard, bishop my beloved, Bonnie's promo, and just everything! The only bone I have to pick is that I wish it was longer.

Also the soundtrack is top tier, the skyway theme is on a permanent loop in my wizard101 darkmoor manor.

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A tier;

Cool Ranch- definitely my second favorite world! I understand people don't like the length, but personally, I wasn't bothered by it at all. The two filler arcs were actually super fun.

Atmosphere was top tier, story was awesome, we get El Toro 🎺🎺, and funny puns to which I'm easily amused by

I wish the skyways were not super long; the world definitely would have gone down a tier if there was no Uber. I'd physically start sobbing if the Uber costed crowns.

Best ost is the haunted saloon theme with the piano. It is also played in my darkmoor manor, the spooky vibes are indeed immaculate.

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Valencia- This world would have been S tier if it wasn't for part two dragging it down. The first part was awesome and I just overall love the steampunk aesthetic.

The music is awesome and it's just overall a great experience. The Kane fight was awesome and the cutscene at the end of the game was such a surprise! It spooked me a bit from the overall unexpectedness.

However, part two is indeed rushed and it makes me long for what it could have been. Nonetheless, I try to appreciate the good parts and for what we got.

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B tier;

Skull Island- The OG world, an enjoyable experience.

It is, however, in B tier due to it being more of a prologue. It's definitely not a bad thing and does an awesome job for what it is.

Ratbeard's questline was the best part!

The Isle of Doom felt like a bit of a drag, however.

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Monquista- It is good for what it is, and I liked the civil war aspect. The world building for the religion there was also super interesting. However, the world is very short and the skyways are long.

The visuals were awesome, I loved the pink sky and just the overall stark difference from Skull Island- a good fit for the first world. It was also quite hilarious how small the doors and stuff were, which, of course, makes sense- but the thought of how the Young Pirate fits through them along with the crew is so funny to think about.

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C tier;

Mooshu- This world was very beautiful and interesting, don't get me wrong. It was a definite step above Wizard Mooshu and did everything right.

The jokes were hilarious, I laughed for a solid minute at the "Threaten the Chicken" and when that one guy died.

However, there are two main reasons why this world is placed how it is.

The reasons go hand-in-hand. Marleybone is the world directly after it and I've heard SO MUCH about how good it was, how it was awesome, and stuff. Because of this, Mooshu felt like a drag because I couldn't wait to get to Marleybone- my hype was uncontained so Mooshu felt like a brick wall that I had to climb.

I wish I could have enjoyed it more, but if I ever play through Pirate again, I will feel the same way due to how good Marleybone is.

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D tier;

Aquilla- Aquilla, Aquilla, Aquilla, oh where do I start.

I loved the concept of it, to finally go visit the world only seen in snippets in Wizard. However, there was no original content whatsoever. It was all just retellings of famous stories.

Now, some are fine, but when it's the exact same thing every time with nothing new it gets old extremely fast.

It definitely does not help that Aquilla comes after the most solid world in the game, Marleybone. It felt like a drag I had to go through till I could finally finish the game.

Also it was very much a defeat-and-collect quest hell.

The best part of Aquilla was Hawkules, who I very much enjoyed. He is awesome, but not much is done with him. This isn't Aquilla's fault though, as Valencia part two rushed to the finish line.

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Miscellaneous;

Dragonspyre- While this world is in the D tier, it's there because I couldn't add another tier. I wish Avernus skyway could have been expanded upon as I love crossovers between Pirate and Wizard, it makes the Spiral feel so much more fleshed out and 3D. Alas, we did not get much.

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Spiral Skyways- The skyways you have to travel to get to different worlds were awesome! The scenery is so beautiful and it just gives me so many thoughts about lore and how things work on the spiral: breathing in "space," how ships float in the sky, differences between fish that can fly and water fish biological wise, windstones, where did the stones come from, and so much more!!

I love pondering the games lore so much ajajeoekcorncn

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That is all! Hope you enjoyed it. I am open to civil debate/conversation about these topics if anyone is interested btw.

#pirate101 #p101 #spoiler alert! #dunno if this is interesting content #too bad #rambling incoming #long post #if there are grammar errors no there's not #i love lore so much aaaahhhh

[aquapede]

that tweet from crowsx3 saying tsp was in the same universe as scp has made me so very insane since i read it. literally so real though almost all of the stanley parable could be seamlessly put in the scp database. and i intend to do what others are too cowardly to and make fake articles for it

#talk tag #mimicking the database's grammar is tricky but rewarding to get right #at first i thought stanley would be considered safe but then i realized theres no way in hell he would be ok with containment #if he got out of the office to even be in scp facility presence he sure as hell would do his best to break out of there too #the narrator. im waffling very hard between keter and euclid #it feels odd to put him in keter bc he is so silly and goofy but at the same time #he is untrackable and able to manipulate his environment seemingly at will and could very easily make enemies with people #trying to trap him and stanley #idk!! maybe i'll just make him two classes . as a treat #i think both stanley and the narrator would freak the staff out a lot #since so much abt them is in limbo #they cant write down absolutes #its 'either/or's. its lists upon lists. its them scrambling to put this unknowability in a box they can understand #debating on including 432 as well. unsure atm #he would be keter for sure. hes literally the fabric of the universe. you cant contain or predict that shit. he has absolute control #i would put in the curator but i feel like her position of power is more supposed to mimic our own #she isnt an scp shes making the equivalent of a yt video abt this silly little video game. and also the foundation would never find her #ok wow tag ramble alert </3 happy pride have a slice of my insanity #tsp #if this goes in the tag im going to attack someone

[peeta-pocket]

love to see that we had a similar meltdown about Katniss’s peaceful expression, succumbing? submitting? (but like positively) to love in @motherhenna’s gorgeous art 🥹 it’s what she deserves

Hi darling!! Ohhh my lawd, okay so I just had to go find your post to read your tags and um hi hello, we are totally sharing a brain right there and i'm so incredibly happy about that haha.

YES!!! I simply cannot get over her facial expression of those very words we used to describe it. @motherhenna's piece evoked so many emotions for me all at once. It's as if she feels completely surrendered by and to his love - fully accepting the bliss and the peace that goes along with that. What gets me the most? The absolute trust and bravery in accepting such a feeling, especially with her background of being abandoned by her mother, then going into survival mode and forced responsibility, thereby shutting out even the possibility of love as it is considered dangerous because of where that could all lead; it's not just about a relationship that would lead to having children that could go into the games, but loving someone so deeply that you are etched into each other's soul and if they leave in any capacity, she would be broken like her mother was after her father died. When you grow up with that mindset, even the possibility of loving someone is terrifying and also unthinkable that it would be reciprocated or deserved. Her bravery to make that leap combined with her trust in Peeta's love and devotion is one of my very favorite parts of their relationship and just thinking about that makes my chest ache.

Ugh okay, I have to stop because honestly, I could talk about THAT aspect alone forever (I see so much of myself in Katniss when it comes to that it hurts) and could very easily write a 1000 word essay on it haha. When I say the hold these two have on me is peak-level insanity, I truly mean it haha

#brain twins bayybeeee #⚠️ lovely human alert ⚠️ #rosegardeninwinter #motherhenna #Thg #once again I am a mess over these two and I will never stop I JUST CANNOT #I've said it before and i'll say it again #I blame Suzanne Collins for this #also wow please ignore my absolute crazy run-on sentences #when it comes to these two my brain does not slow down for such things like proper grammar lmaooo ain't nobody got time for that #ask

[mattinthehat]

every time I catch a mistake in one of my fics (esp one that’s popular) while rereading it to continue where I left off on writing it, I mentally die inside

#yes this is about ‘That Friend’ #I called red alert a medic when I forgot he’s not one in idw #plus several grammar and spelling errors #its like old artwork where I look at it and go why the fuck did I do that

[padfootastic]

being educated in a system influenced by british english rules but spending all your time on american dominated internet is hell on my writing because it’s never consistent. i will randomly drop the u, often spelling the same word differently in the same paragraph. sometimes, i’ll say ‘ize’ and the next ‘ise’. writing in the hp fandom makes it worse because my idioms are all over the place and my grammarly is so confused all the time like ma’am??? this is blasphemous??

(also speaking of idioms, here’s another thing that makes it worse: being trilingual. both in speech and word, i will randomly translate something into english that does. not. make any sense. i do this with my other languages too, but it’s so clear in english. and then the people around me r like ??? r u ok?)

#we used to have marks cut for wrong spelling in school #u bet ur ass i had red circles around all the words i dropped the u in #or spelled with a z #it just sounded cooler that way ok??? #idk why i’m thinking about this (wrong. it’s because grammar checks r killing me) #(regardless of whether i set it to american or british english- i get alerts every time) #i have many a people laugh with my linguistic blunders by translating shit wrong #it’s one thing when the other person knows the language - they get where i’m coming from #but so many don’t. and then i come off looking like an even bigger clown. #all fun tho no worries #pen’s whining

[nocompromise-noregrets]

okay this is not a drill, I repeat, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, this week's reading for my Exploring English Grammar systemic functional linguistics course includes analysis of extracts from The Hobbit. Given that I've already been finding myself identifying clause boundaries, processes, participants and circumstances in my own fic, this should be fun. :D

(me? driven to studying because AO3 is down? absolutely not... *whistles*)

#lotr #the hobbit #english grammar #linguistics #systemic functional linguistics #open university #this course is so great :D #linguistics nerd alert!

[glitchwashere]

Im Sorry,Nicholas...

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Blood.It splatter everywhere.On the wall and floorboard.There stood a figure.Hard as rock.Looking down at the prey he shoot.Tear rolling down.Smoke coming out from the gun he use to shoot him.Shoot him till dead.His mouth hung open but he close it real fast.The dead body laying on the ground that was once a boy that was full of curiosity.The boy with brown hair laying on the ground as the red puddle start forming around his head.His leg got trapped in the beartrap leaving a chance for his hunter to shoot him.Right into his head.Headshot.Mr.Peterson eyes was full with terror and guilt.This is the third time someone die.Because of him.He didn't do it because he wanted to but there was this little voice in the back of his head,forcing him to do it.And he did.He remember looking right into that brown haired boy face.While holding the gun aiming it to his head.The boy brown eyes clearly show a sign of fear and scared.He plead for his life.The man with green toxic eye,smile before pulling the trigger.Nicky has no where to run.He finally accepted his fate.Death.BAM.The boy fell to the ground with a loud thump.And that when Mr.Peterson snap out of it.He didn't do it.He was possessed by the voice in his head.Clearly the young boy was smiling in his death.His didnt even scream.Just cry.A silent one.He drop the gun and lifted the young boy.Holding the boy as if he was still a kid.The blood dripping on his black latex gloves but he didn't care anymore.That when he realized,that beat.His heart beat.That young boy is still alive but it a slow beat.He could die anytime now.Without wasting any minutes,Mr.Peterson grab the medkit box from under the coffe table and wrapped a bandage around Nicky head.It didn't a long time for that bandage to be soaked with blood.He let the boy lay on the sofa.He wanted to call ambulance but what if that nurse ask him about how does this happen?The gun on the floor?The know it would be him right away.But he didnt want that boy to die either.He made a choices.And that choice is to get help.He quickly grab the cellphone and dail 911.A male voice quickly answer the call.The man then start to tell everything to the operater.He eventually feel like this isnt the right choice but then he remember about the young boy on the sofa.He was suffering.He was fighting between life and death.He need help.Putting down the cellphone as the operator told him that the police and the ambulance will be on their way.He walk over the young boy.The feeling of guilt took over his mind.He heard the siren of the police cars outside.Ready to send him to jail.Maybe to the afterlife.He didn't even tried to hide the evidence of him trying to kill the young boy.The gun,the blood.He didn't even try to hide it.No even an inch.After all,he deserve it.He hope that the young boy will live a happy life after this.If he even alive...

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#glitchwashere #hello neighbor #nicky roth #theodore peterson #Nicky almost die #But he will die #Not really #fanfic #hello neighbor fanfic #Grammar alert #Bad sentence #About the hated au #I will try to write it #As fast as i can #But not now #I have exam next week #So it probably impossible for me to write it now #So im sorry #Btw #Enjoy this stupid fanfic #hello neighbour au

[cherubifyy]

i swear english is my first language

#🔎 :inathink: #my mom always corrects my grammar.. #a real life grammar nazi..! #it's painful being told that every mistake i make will alert others of my poor intelligence #or smting like that #as if grammatical errors = being inept at english #lol

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ panacea — levi ackerman

summary. it's been hard to talk to levi after the rumbling

contents. written with fem!reader in mind but no gendered pronouns used, ex-scout!reader, postwar!levi, established relationship, sfw, angst, comfort, references to ptsd and depression, early in the healing process — 2.1k

notes. writing post-war levi is a little intimidating, but i hope i did him justice <3 please ignore any spelling or grammar isses

the sound of a crash in the other room pulled you out of your sleep, tugging you out of a nightmare that you didn’t want to be caught in anyway. 

a groan came next—hushed but still audible, following the sound of something falling. though there was no need to be on alert, your heart hammered in your chest, your mind still caught in the titan’s den, not the place you called home. 

when you finally calmed down, reshaped your thoughts to reality, you shifted onto your other side, reaching out for levi. though, he wasn't in the bed besides you; the space had grown cold, the blankets thrown back. the shape of his head was no longer evident on the pillow. 

you sat up, moving quickly as you shook off the covers and padded into the other room. the brisk night air caused you to shiver, and the floor was even colder under your bare feet. still, you were too focused on the sounds you’d heard to even worry about grabbing a jacket.

there was a light on in the living room, a candle lit on table, and a book propped open next to it. clear signs that levi had been awake for a while, that sleep eluded him, even now.

“levi?” you said softly as you rubbed your eyes, your voice hoarse from misuse. “are you okay?”

you wrapped an arm around yourself, swallowing down any pity as you blinked at the dismal sight of levi next to the wheelchair, his expression screwed up in a blizzard of frustration and defeat. his legs laid out in front of him, and he stared at them, blue eyes hard as if trying to will them to do his bidding. 

this wasn’t the first time that levi had tried to push himself too hard, that he had tested his physical limits, and it wouldn't be the last. for years, he’d survived on sheer willpower. he’d gotten out of the underground from his own force and strength, his promise to erwin enough to keep him alive despite everything he suffered. 

though, for once, even his determination wasn't enough. it couldn’t rewind the clock, couldn't make his legs as they’d once been.

it had been an adjustment, and it still was—though, everything after the rumbling was an adjustment. 

for a while, after it had ended, levi hadn’t spoken to you. he didn’t want your help, and though you wanted to be by his side, you didn't want his anger. the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel smothered.

you tried your best to be patient. you’d continue to be patient with him, even when sometimes, you felt like he forget that you had lost, nonetheless.

“i’m fine,” he said gruffly, pulling himself up with the strength that he refused to let go of. levi was weaker now, his physical capabilities nowhere near where they’d once been, but he was still levi ackerman—he always would be. 

you watched him struggle for a moment, and you chewed your lip, taking a step forward. “levi…” 

“i said i’m fine.” he didn’t quite shout at you, but his tone was sharp, his voice raised in the commanding way he’d always used as a captain. 

since the day you’d met levi, he’d always been snappy, sarcasm dripping from his tongue, but he was never cruel. now, though, he was content to let his bitterness serve as a balm for his wounds instead of your affection. 

but things like that didn’t bother you anymore. a careless bite of snark couldn’t bother you when you’d been to hell and back with him. 

“okay.” you blinked, shifting on your heels, feeling stupid and confused and guilty. though for what, you weren’t sure. still, you could do nothing but stare as levi dragged himself back into the wheelchair, putting pressure on the leg that had not been completely shattered. “please be careful.”

“can you just—” levi snapped, but then his gaze met your own, piercing your lost, uncertain irises, and he softened. a long, careful sigh released, and he retraced his words, starting again. “i’m sorry. but you don’t need to worry so much. it’s been enough time.” 

you nodded, and levi turned back to his book, pulling himself closer to the table. as he glued his eyes on the pages, you glanced at his scars, his beautiful hands, a testament to his strength and all he’d done to survive. 

despite yourself, tears welled up in your eyes, and you batted them away, not wanting him to see. maybe, sometimes, levi didn’t feel the same... but you were grateful, every day, that he was still alive. “will you ever talk to me?” 

he turned, craning his neck to face you, playing the fool. “about what? i’m talking to you right now.” 

your lip quivered at his impassivity. “don’t do that again to me, levi. you know what i’m talking about. sometimes you're content to pretend like nothing’s changed, and it tears me apart.”

levi shifted his arms, regarded you with a long stare, his lips curled into something between a sneer and a frown. “then you’re welcome to leave. i don’t need a caretaker.” 

you gawked at him, knowing that he was only trying to push your buttons, but it annoyed you nonetheless. the comment was so out of left field that you couldn’t wrap your head around where it had come from. all you’d wanted to do was love him, show him your unwavering care and support, without feeling like a stifling annoyance. 

though, for a moment, doubt consumed you. maybe you hadn’t done enough. perhaps you had become a recluse of your own in the recent months, still recovering from everything you’d gone through. “leave? why would i leave?”

levi’s eyes narrowed, though more out of curiosity, a deep inhale escaping him. he peered back down at his hands, his legs, before deflating. “i’m not the person you fell in love with. i’m not humanity’s strongest anymore. i’m a man who can’t even stand on his own.” 

“levi—” you rubbed your hands together, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. “do you honestly think i care about that? you hate being called that anyway.” 

he snorted, but it was full of a defeat you’d never known him to show. “maybe i got used to it.” 

silence fell between you, and though you understood, knew what he was admitting to you, you found yourself at a loss for a words. talking with levi had once been so easy, but now, it felt like you could never say the right thing. 

you opened your mouth, willing something sensible to come out, but levi beat you to it, slicing his chest open and bearing it to you with bloodied hands.

“i just…” he began, his face pinched at the sound of his weakened voice. “i’m just not sure what i’m supposed to do now. i spent the past decade fighting. and the decade before that, fighting. and the decade before that…” 

your heart ached. you took a step forward, close enough so you could touch him. “but you don’t need to fight anymore. the war is over.”

“the war is never over.” the words didn’t leave as much of a punch as he intended. levi finally turned to face you, something sad in his dark blue irises. “those brats could barely win with me, imagine them without me.” 

you softened. levi’s pain was unending. perhaps a part of him still grieved for the man he’d been before the war, but you knew that was not the reason for his melancholy. you knew, even if he never said it, that he felt as if he’d failed all the kids he’d brought onto his squad. that he’d failed eren.

“levi, they’re not children anymore,” you said quietly, grasping his hand. you remembered being nineteen, being thrust into the bloodshed and misery of the world you lived in. at least, now, levi’s squad could try to live a semblance of a normal life. they got an early start, a chance to try again, even if still wracked by anguish and longing. “if they need to fight, they can fight. you’ve done your time, my love. you’ve given more than enough.” you brushed your fingers along his scars. “let yourself rest.” 

a beat passed before he answered.

“i don’t know how.” 

you swallowed, biting back the sadness that you didn’t feel warranted to. sometimes, knowing everything that levi had suffered, knowing the depths of his pain, made you feel undeserving of your disdain towards the world. even if you were hurting too. 

“i know,” you said, running your other hand through his hair, flattening the pieces that had been disheveled in his sleep. “but i want to be there for you. i want to heal with you. please don’t push me away, levi. if you think you’re doing me a favor, you’re not.”

“i’m never going to be the same as i was before,” he said sharply, as if that could somehow change your mind.

you brought yourself closer to him, releasing his hand so you could wrap your arms around him instead, bring his head to your chest in a warm embrace. for once, levi didn’t protest. he leaned against you, inhaling, letting his arms rest limply on his lap. 

“no one is the same. the rumbling changed us all. even me. you’re such a fool if you think anyone can look at you and see a weak man.” you squeezed him tighter. levi’s arms came around you as tears spilled out of your eyes, his palm warm on your lower back. “you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met. it breaks my heart that you could think otherwise.” 

tears dripped off your chin, falling into his hair. although you tried to stop them, letting go of levi and sniffling to wipe your eyes, you couldn’t cease the ache in your chest. you released the sobs you’d held back for his sake, for everyone’s sake. 

why should you get to cry when everyone else had lost so much?

“i love you, just as you are. i fell in love with you because of the kindness in your heart, and i will always love you because of that. i—”

“hey,” levi pushed you away, reaching up to wipe at the tears that lingered on your cheek. “i didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said, looking more horrified about that than he had the past few weeks of recovery and hospitalization. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

“i’m okay,” you tried, lip quivering at the feeling of levi’s fingers on your cheek. it had been a while since you’d kissed him like you meant to, memories of war consuming every peaceful moment between you. 

“no. you’re not.” he sighed, stroking your face with tender eyes, the malice melting away from his expression completely. “you’re not. i should’ve noticed.” 

“i’m good about hiding it."

“that doesn’t make it any better,” he frowned, cupping your cheeks with both hands. “i know that better than anyone. i know you better than anyone.” 

you turned into his hand, kissing his palm tenderly, beneath the spot where his index and middle finger had once been, stopping him before he could apologize again. “and i know you, levi. i know we should both stop trying to hide our pain from the other, and try our best to move on together.” you sighed, smiling through your tears.  “can we do that?” 

levi stared at you for a moment, eyebrows knit together as he wiped at the wetness, the shadows under your eyes. though there was a battle behind his irises, a conflict, there always had been. for the remainder of his life, for the peaceful years you’d get to cherish together... even then, you weren’t sure levi could let go of the war. 

but that would be okay. after all, you’d always sworn to fight to the death by captain levi ackerman's side. 

the exhale from your chest breathed life through levi's inhale. a smile smile graced his lips as you finally stopped crying. he nodded.

“we can try.”

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[animeshotsh]

Family meeting | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader

Summary: Lucifer wants you to meet Charlie, the only problem? He needs to go to the hotel.

PT2 Of This and a full one shot of this.

Warnings: Off Canon in terms of time | Mentions of past abuse | Cursing | Reader gets loved by everybody | Probably some OOC | SFW | Grammar mistakes |

Lucifer undertood, really, he knew Charlie was too worried about her Hotel to ever leave it alone. He also felt bad about asking her to just come home to meet you, after all he was not a present figure in her life.

"(Y/n) are you ready ?" Lucifer called you who went to him with a cancerberus plush on your hand and a backpack with some toys.

"Im!" You declared showing off your things, and letting out a smile. You were now dressed in the best quality clothes Lucifer could afford, he had to take a moment to snap a pic of you (again).

"Let not keep them waiting then" Lucifer said taking you and supporting you on his hip, his wings out.

"ARE WE GOING TO FLY THERE?" You screamed making the house shake, your hyped self could not be contained.

"Yes, what better way to travel?" Lucifer joked. The first time you two took a fly together Lucifer was distracted and ended up dropping you. His reaction time was fast so he was able to catch you, already making promises to never fly again with you but your laught stopped him, turns out you loved to fly and loved the adrenaline from falling. Lucifer found it strange but decided not to question it.

He later went to the internet to look for more information.

Once you two took fly everything felt at peace (and you two were in hell...). Demons and sinners could see their King, no one dared to mess with him. Some ignored him, others bowed and some even waved at you.

From the Sky, the city seemed beautiful in its own type of way. The fire from fights and the buildings falling apart...big neon adverstiments...

If you were honest you liked hell.

Lucifer felt your self become sleepy making him smile. This would usually happen, something about flying with him relaxed you. Maybe being with the king of hell and on top of that flying around the city made you feel Powerfull and protected, enough to make you dizzy. Closing your eyes you let the feel of the wind caress your skin as Lucifer's wings moved towards the Hotel.

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Charlie was not nervous, not at all!!

That was a lie. Charlie was so stressed over his dad coming to the hotel and with you no less. When he had called her and asked to meet up she had said she had too much work (and it was true) then after listening to how he wanted her to meet you and how you have been asking about her.

Her heart could not take it so she accepted, saying she would make the hotel the safest place for you.

"Husk, put the alcohol away, OH! And be sure to remove any broken glass" Charlie exclaimed getting the most are you for real look from Husk.

Any sharp object had been locked down, weapons hided away and they even took extra care of things that could fall over you.

"Angel, try to...keep the sex jokes as...."

"As good as a good suck in a alley corner after some Drugs?" Angel asked getting an annoyed look from Vaggie. "Fine, I get it. Im not a monster you know" he responded offended going for a drink only to get some appel juice from Husk.

"Princess rules" he simple said.

Vaggie was behind Charlie as she went on checking everything. This was worse than one Lucifer had first come, this was Lucifer and you. The New kid, the new lil relative of Charlie.

"And- and did we get Alastor to go out?" Charlie asked Vaggie knowing how him and his dad were not at good terms.

"Well..."

"Now my dear, why would you want me away?" Alastor asked appearing besides her. "Its because your dad its coming today? Dont worry the hotel wont suffer any type of damage" he promised bowing "or maybe a bit"

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The sound of the door being opened alerted everyone. Charlie was sweating as she saw her dad entering with a small kid on his arms. Puffy sheep skin and cat hears and tail could be seen but their face was pressed against Lucifer's chest.

"Charlie!! Its so good to see you again" Lucifer exclaimed getting closer. "Sorry, (Y/N) felt asleep when coming here" he explained looking down with a lovely father gaze at the kid.

"Oh...thats...thats fine!! We have made everything kids safe for the time (Y/N) is here" Charlie responded still stressed, however now seeing you in the flesh and not only by photos her dad would send her, her heart softened at your sleepy form.

"Well, not everything..." Lucifer let out a groul seeing the Radio Demon who stood with his usual smile.

"Greetings your majesty, I never expected to be seeing you again so soon, maybe grow a few inches instead of getting kids from the streets on your free time"

"Hahaha, oh at least kids like me" Lucifer responded going towards Alastor.

"Hahaha only because you are their size"

"Hahaha, or because I dont have that broken record voice"

"Hahaha, fuck you"

The small beef between them was enough to wake you up, looking up you first saw Lucifer's face. A very angry look then the look of another Demon, a redish one that looked like a deer.

"...are these your ears or hair?" You asked half sleep getting everyones attention.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Oh ignore him, we are here to meet with by daugther!!" Lucifer quickly turned around making you face Charlie. He carefully let you down on the ground and saw how you went to her.

Charlie went to your eye level, her heart beating fast. "Hello! Im Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!!" She cringed at her introduction, laughts from Angel and Husk could be hear at the back.

"Im (Y/N)! Are you my older sister?" You asked moving your head to the side taking her appearence, no doubt she was Lucifer's child, she had a different aura, something cheerful and good, something your insticts told you to reach for.

Charlie's mouth went dry, her eyes having now tears as she remember the story her father told her about you, about how you ended in hell. How unfair it was and how Heaven would not listen.

"Y-yes Im" she responded trying to content her tears then almost getting knocked off when you hugged her. Your soft hair rubbing against her cheeck.

"I always wanted a sister"

Vaggie had to look away to keep her emotions in check. She undertood the malice from heaven and was thankul you had ended in Lucifer's way. Her heart broke a bit seeing your small form hugging her gilfriend.

Heaven its damed she tought to herself.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"And this is Angel Dust!" Charlie presented you the spider Demon who was looking down as he was thinking about someone else.

"Hello Kiddo" he ruffled your hair getting a laught from you.

"You have four arms?" You asked looking at Angel who showed them then picked you up

"You bet!! And do you know what form arms can do?"

Everyone was holding their breaths now.

"Lots of ticklets!!" He finally responded tickling you. Your laught and smile resonated in the hotel. Your cat hears moving from side to side as Angel tickled you with a small smile of his own.

~☆~☆~☆~

You pulled Angel around the hotel, telling different tales you have been reading from Lucifer's private collection. Angel just nodded at you, he took note of how your eyes would light up when you were talking about a favorite character or a special part of a story.

It melted his heart.

"I want juice" You suddendly said stopping and making Angel almost fall over you. Luckly he was able to catch his balance.

Juice? Angel thought then smirked looking at a very sober and pissed Husk.

"Here, this one makes the best drinks and im sure he has some juices for you" Angel said taking you towars Husk who was giving Angel a very do not dare look.

"Uhhh, he seems scary" you said softly looking at Husk while Angel seated you carefully.

"Scary? Pff he is just sober" Angel said getting a confused look from you.

"I mean-"

"What would you like kid?" Husk asked keeping his voice with no emotion. He had hear you said he looked scary and honestly, that was funny. By the fact that you had touched Alastor's hair and ears earlier and you got the radio Demon to almost break his cool.

Yeah not scared over the radio Demon but scared of him? You were something.

He passed you a juice with appels. You were quick to forget your fear as you sipped the drink looking at Husk. "I liken your wings"

Husk looked a bit suprised but soon relaxed giving you a easy smile.

"I like your horns...what are you?" He finally asked getting an annoyed look from Angel.

"Well...im not sure?" You responded now feeling shy.

"You are a sinner my Dear!" The voice of Alastor echoed as one of his shadows picked you up keeping you from touching his hair again.

"And who are you?" You asked back macking Alastor glitch, static forming around him but then going away.

"Im Alastor, the Radio Demon! I have a show, maybe you ever listen to it or you prefer these boxes..."

"You mean tvs?" Alastor nodded "I used to watch a bit during mornings but...my father hated when we did it he would scream at me and-" your voice broke making everyone look towards you Lucifer almost going for the Demon's neck.

"Oh you poor thing" Alastor said deep down (very deep) feeling bad. Memories of his own life coming to haunt him. "Then here!" He made a move and a old fashined radio appear "this radio hosts only my shows, and no one will be angry at you because you listen to it" He said smiling at you, his shadow still holding you and playing with your horns as Alastor watched Lucifer for a reaction.

"Uh...thank you Mister" You finally said getting a lick from the shadow itself.

"No problems Dear and if you ever need a New dad you know for who to look" He smirked at Lucifer.

"But Lucifer its my dad..." you responded, radio in your tiny hands "...could you be my uncle?" You asked innocently ignoring who you were talking to, one of the most powerfull Overlords in the circle.

Alastor moved his head his shadow getting you closer to him, he took a moment to examine your soul. So pure and so...so unlike him.

Alastor could be chained to someone, but right now the only one who could hold a leash on him was you.

"Of course Dear" he finally responded taking you from his shadow and to his arms.

"And can I play with your hair?"

"Hahaha, absolutly not"

Lucifer was being hold in the back by Charlie and Vaggie sending daggers to the Demon.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

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[vanteguccir]

Her exception | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N is shy and Chris loves to tease her for that.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, by anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N walked down the stairs towards her shared room with Chris in slow steps, her mouth forming a pout after she checked the fridge and saw that her sweet was gone.

The girl stopped for a few seconds in front of the white door before knocking lightly twice with her closed fist, turning the handle and opening it.

Her eyes traveled around the room, noticing that the lights were off, the turned on computer serving as the only source of lighting. The loud sound of the video game Chris was playing escaped his headphones, echoing off the walls.

The boy was sitting in his gaming chair with his arms resting on the computer table and his hands working on the keyboard and mouse quickly, his brow furrowed and his tongue between his teeth in concentration.

The girl approached slowly, touching her fingers on his covered shoulder lightly, alerting him to her presence.

Chris looked up, pausing the game and lowering his headphones instantly when he realized it was his girl. A smile appeared on his face as his blue eyes traveled over her silhouette momentarily before focusing on her face.

"Hi baby! Wow, who gave you permission to look that good, huh?" The brunette flirted, a smirk stretching across his cheeks as his tongue escaped between his lips, wetting them quickly.

Y/N felt her blood rush to her cheeks instantly, a reddish hue covering her face and neck. She looked down in shyness, playing with the hem of Chris's t-shirt over her body. The reason why she went to him already forgotten.

"Stop it." Her voice was quieter than she expected, but loud enough for Chris to hear. A laugh escaped his throat as he lifted his own hands, encircling his girlfriend's waist and pulling her closer.

He rested his chin on Y/N's stomach so that his eyes focused on hers, exhaling the scent of her perfume that surrounded her.

"I'm just teasing you, baby. Even though you look more beautiful than ever today." Chris spoke, a smile resting on his lips.

"You always say that." Y/N whispered, bringing her hands to her boyfriend's soft hair and stroking it lightly, feeling her insides melt like ice cream in the summer.

"Because you always look so beautiful." The boy said one as if it were obvious, rolling his eyes playfully. "What did you want, pretty girl?"

"Can you walk me to the bakery down the street? I went to eat my apple pie from there, but it's gone." The girl asked slowly, biting her lower lip as she felt her cheeks burn from asking for the favor.

"Don't do that, sweetheart." Chris's thumb touched the lip trapped by his girlfriend's teeth, releasing it slightly. "'Gonna hurt your pretty lips like that."

Y/N felt her heart speed up at her boyfriend's touch and gentle words, combing his hair to try and hide her shaking fingers.

"Sorry." Her voice was almost null as she lowered her head, her eyes meeting the blue ones she loved so much, receiving a smile in response.

"No need to apologize, my love." He caressed his girl's warm cheek with the thumb he had just used. "Let's go to the bakery and buy an apple pie for the prettiest girl in the world."

He knew how much she hated going to establishments where she would need to talk to a stranger, so he always accompanied her with great pleasure.

Chris got up from the chair slowly so as not to hurt or push his girlfriend's body with his movements. He straightened his hoodie with his hands, smoothing out the small wrinkles from his previous position, before picking up his wallet that was on his computer desk, putting it in the pocket of his pants.

The boy lightly placed his hand on his girlfriend's back, guiding her through the room and up the stairs, even though she didn't need the support.

The gesture made Y/N's heart skip a beat, her hands clenching into fists from the way she felt her fingers shaking and her arms getting goosebumps, she pressed her lips into a thin line to keep from biting them, not wanting to disobey her boyfriend.

Chris always made her feel so loved and safe, and despite her shyness with his kindness, she didn't stop him. He was her exception.

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[feyascorner]

Please please please I am in desperate need of Astarion comforting Tav.

Like Tav is always comforting everyone else, but there is never anybody to hold their hand when they are scared or hug them when they are sad. Please let them be scared. Let them be sad, let them be vulnerable and let them feel their own emotions.

Tav needs a hug :,)

a/n. no you're so right because I AM ALWAYS OPEN TO TAV LOVE!!!!! This ended up a lot more fluffy and lighthearted than I expected but I hope that’s okay! :) also this is not proofread pls excuse me for the grammar errors that are definitely in here.

You don’t mind helping others, really. You don’t mind guiding Shadowheart to escaping her evil goddess, you don’t mind finding a way to aid Gale’s ticking time bomb, and you don’t mind spending hours in battle to find a piece of infernal iron for Karlach. It’s natural after all, because they’re your precious companions.

But it’s also made the thought of being something else—the one being comforted—more shameful than anything.

It was just a bad day, honestly. Bits of your life being pricked at with needles. The whole week had been hellish, but today seemed to be bent on finally wiping you clean. A battle going wrong, the lake freezing over and preventing you from taking a bath, the pot of soup you were in charge of burning to cinders—they’re all small, but they add up. And when you find that your favorite pair of gloves are splitting at the seams, it’s your final straw.

You stumble into your tent, barely holding back tears as you close the flap shut behind you, signaling that you wanted to be alone. You collapse into your bedroll, face first as even the blanket beneath you isn’t enough to cushion you against the hard floor.

Gods.

You squeeze your eyes shut, begging your tears to leave. The others have a lot more problems at the moment—ones that wager between life and death—but you can’t help the overwhelming burst of emotions you’ve kept bottled in for weeks now. So many bad things are happening, but there’s no time for you to mourn, because the least you can do is stand beside your companions in their own grief. It forces you to constantly stay alert, keeping your heart open for them but shut closed for yourself.

It’s so, so overwhelming. It almost feels like it’ll swallow you whole.

“Are you alright, darling?”

You hadn’t even heard him entering the tent, and immediately your shoulders tense as you shoot up into a sitting position, wiping desperately at your eyes. You know they’re red, but you hope he ignores it. “No, I’m just tired. I’m turning in early for tonight, sorry.”

He stares at you, making his suspicion blatantly obvious to urge you to continue but you don’t, forcing your eyes to the ground. “No need to be sorry, my love. I was just making sure.”

You want to throw yourself into him. To let him hold you as you complain about the more mundane parts of life as well as the feelings wracking the sobs of your chest. To let him soothe you as all you can do is cry.

But you don’t. It’s just not what you do.

“Pity, these pretty things of yours,” he lifts your gloves that had been discarded on the ground with a cock of a brow. “I quite liked them. But…they don’t seem to be at a complete loss yet.”

You finally look at him.

“Why it just needs a bit of stitching and some polish. It’ll look even better than it did before with my handiwork,” he inspects the fabric closely. “Hm, I was finished with fixing Karlach’s shirt anyway, I suppose I could spare some time for your gloves.”

Despite his words, his eyes are gentle as they shift over to you, and it makes your lip quiver.

“I’ll ask again,” he says softly, and you know it’s an effort in vain to resist. “Are you alright?”

Like a river breaking through a dam, you fling yourself into him, tears already slipping down your cheeks as they smear against his shirt. You worry about the snot for a split second, yanking away, but he just pushes your head back to him, sighing with you practically wrapped on top of him.

“You should have told me before things had gotten this bad, my love,” he says, no true judgment laced in his words. If anything, he sounds amused. It makes you cry even harder as you wail loudly into his chest, with his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.

It’s like a breath of fresh air.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He asks eventually after what seems like eternity, and your sobs have calmed to sniffles.

“…not now.”

“Very well,” he laces his fingers with yours, and you tilt your head up just enough to see the fond smile stretching on his lips. “I shall remain here until you’re ready. Until then, I have no quarrels with our current arrangement.”

You mumble against him as he lifts your knuckles to his lips. “…thank you for this.”

“You needed this,” he replies, as if it’s obvious. “I’m not you, of course, which is why comfort is not my strong suit, as charming as I am. I much prefer blowing off steam in a bloody battle, but this—“ he runs a hand through your hair, gentle enough not to pull at any strands. You resist the need to sigh into the feeling. “—this, I can do as many times as you need.”

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