#I had a 50-50 chance of what direction to have him face and I picked the wrong one brain why lol

[sysig]

Don’t be silly! Okay, be a little silly (Patreon)

#Doodles #UT #Handplates #Sans #Papyrus #Could also be general Undertale again but y'know lol #Silliness is the only thing on the menu I'm sorry but we're out of everything else it's the one remaining option #Speaking of silliness! I started that first one in an attempt to draw Sans' blind side and then- #I had a 50-50 chance of what direction to have him face and I picked the wrong one brain why lol #Well he was still fun to draw anyhow lol it all works out #Tired Papyrus toting an even tireder Sans around #I imagine Undyne called him to do something and he just brought Sans along since he was already carrying him lol #Sans waking up in random places like ''Ah. Papyrus-teleportation'' lol #Another mini set based on me and smol! Just try and stop me!! #We frequently talk about dreams right after we wake up if we happen to catch each other - and remember lol #And one of her dreams was just so absurd that the harder I imagined it the funnier it got lol #So I gave it to Sans to enjoy lol - him enjoying when Papyrus is intentionally silly with him makes my heart happy <3 #Papyrus plays his straight man so often that when he does come in with something funny it just catches Sans off guard haha #Pleased all the way around! #Also ft. a slight headcanon I have about Sans' lowercasedness lol #About his voice being naturally quiet and all that - that even when he laughs really hard it's still on the quiet side #Tires him out but it's kinda breathy #And if you can believe it I am Still getting used to drawing Sans' face pftbltl #He's so roundy! I feel like he'd be easy to draw and then I do and like #Sometimes yes sometimes no! I'm starting to recognize which features do it but dang I wasn't expecting him to be harder to draw than Papyrus #I feel like Papyrus' design is a little more forgiving - like if you mess up a detail you can still be like ''Okay but that's like 95% him'' #With Sans it's like ''Well I did Something. And now he's Extremely off-model. Could I tell you what I did? Uhm'' Lol #I'll get it figured out! I will!

[partycatty]

older!johnny cage > overheard

you're caught in the act of swooning over your boss

notes: i'm not even fuckin playing i just woke up from my nap in a cold sweat with this idea haunting my mind so here i am. i truly honestly genuinely cannot stop thinking about dilf johnny and his thick fucking arms and how much i want him to [REDACTED]

[ masterlist ]

• during your break from training, you managed to squeeze in a meal break with one of your closest friends. it was just the two of you, laughing and for once breaking the stoicism implanted into your demeanors from training ruthlessly.

• "jesus, commander cage really kicked our asses today," your friend whined, rolling her shoulder. "i get we're fighting against demons and elementals, but did we really need to run twenty miles?"

• "it wasn't all bad," you shrug, poking at your food. "we've done worse, i feel."

• "oh hush, you had the time of your life," your friend groaned, lightly pushing into your shoulder with a smirk. "you and johnny cage got to run beside each other in formation." your friend was sure to say his name in an announcer voice, wiggling her fingers as she pretended to read a large sign.

• you huff, planting a fist on the table as you try to conceal your embarrassment with faux anger. "oh my god shut up..."

• your mind wanders to earlier in the day. johnny decided to wear only a tank top instead of a long sleeve with a vest, giving you a delicious view of his arms as they pumped during the run. while you two didn't talk, he shared panting encouragements by your side, telling you you were doing so good and how much further you had left. it made running feel almost impossible as each word and grunt knocked the wind from you.

• "jesus, look at you," your friend laughs at your dreamy expression as you replay the memory. "you're down bad, girl, anyone and their mother could tell."

• "is it that obvious?" you murmur, burying your face with your hands. "i'm doomed."

• "nah, you might have a shot," she insists, pulling your hands from your face. "he might be into younger women, most celebrities are."

• "but he's not just a celebrity, he's our superior," you whine, rolling your head back. "i just watch his movies and pretend i'm the love interest."

• "oh, it's bad bad," she laughs, looking past you for a moment. her smile falters.

• "can you blame me? ugh," you rake a hand through your hair. "he's all muscle, he could just pick me up and snap me like a twig! normally i'd settle for height alone but holy fuck he's built like a brick fucking wall!"

• your friend falls silent.

• "and don't even get me started on his age," you point an accusatory finger. "he is 50 something and so fucking fine i can't even bring myself to focus on literally anything ever. i watched some of his old movies, and he literally aged like the finest fucking wine any vineyard has ever even dreamed of making! thank god his daughter is the commander because if he stood around and told me what to do i'd behave so much like a dog it would embarrass me. he is the god damn devil in disguise and i sure a shit don't have a single chance of him even looking in my direction with any more than a smile because at the end of the day i'm just a sad little recruit crushing on a guy who probably has a massive di—"

• "i'm fifty-nine," you hear a low, horrifyingly familiar voice in your ear. you can't even bring yourself to turn around, smile dropping and eyes widening. the only thing you can bring yourself to do is stare across the table at your friend, who's as equally still. maybe if you were still enough, he wouldn't see you. like a dinosaur.

• "lieutenant," you breathe out after a long silence, drunk on the smell of his cologne. "we were just... t-talking about you."

• "oh yeah?" his voice is rumbly, a teasing inflection making you want to burst out in tears. you had a faint suspicion he was behind you the entire time, something he confirmed before you could muster the strength to speak. "sounded more like it was just you."

• "well," you wonder if you can outrun him, stammering as you try to talk yourself out of this. "you know..."

• you finally get the courage to spin in your chair, turning around to face him. he's towering over your sitting form, a shit-eating smirk on his lips.

• "i'm sorry, sir, i'll... i'll do extra push-ups, i'll go overtime on training, scrub the toilets, anything to—"

• he holds a hand up, waving it away as he shakes his head slowly.

• "don't stress it," he stands up straight, crossing his arms. oh my god his arms. "but, uh... just a word, in my office, when you have the chance." you almost miss the wink he sends at you, but you caught it just as he spun on his heel and walked out, a cocky sway to his hips.

• you spin back around, slack jawed at your friend, who's red from holding in her scream of excitement.

• "he's totally gonna bang you on his desk," she finally spits out, covering her mouth immediately after. you just lower your head, hitting it against the table in defeat.

• who knows what he's gonna do to you in his office?

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mk11 #marley writes ☆

[yuyan]

The art of love

Kaveh x gn!reader (highschool au)

Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Tags: artistic/academic reader, bickering, academic rivals to lovers (but art class), Kaveh can't write essays, sumeru classes = honour classes, mild swearing

"Her nose is a little off-centre," you said absentmindedly.

"I know!" Kaveh said, "I'm fixing it."

"Just saying," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up and focus on your own painting."

You let out a laugh and continued painting the hair of your character. Art class would be a peaceful class with the lo-fi music the teacher plays and quiet chattering as ambient noise, if it wasn't for the two of you's constant bickering.

"Thats not how you paint hair," Kaveh said, side-eyeing your piece.

"I'm literally blocking in the shadows. It's nowhere near done," you replied, agitation seeping into your voice.

"Weeeeeeeell, if you ever need help, I'm always here," Kaveh said. The light and cheery tone was clearly mocking you and made you want to pluck his hair out. "After all, I am the only one here who truly likes art," he added, swiping baby pink paint on your right cheek and leaning in so close, you'd kiss if you moved even a millimetre in the wrong direction.

Suddenly, he fell back, off his chair and many eyes gazed at the two of you. You still had your arm extended from when you shoved him away from you and Kaveh was on the ground, a little stunned.

"Aww are you blushing?" Kaveh mocked, referring to the paint still on your cheeks. "You know it's quite rude to push someone, believe it or not, this elite academy's uniform is quite expensive. Though it probably isn't worth a dime in your eyes," he mumbled the last part.

You wiped the paint off your cheeks aggressively while Kaveh picked himself up from the floor.

"You too!" the teacher yelled,"I don't care what's going on between the two of you but it needs to stop, you're both sumeru students for archon's sake!"

"But-" Kaveh dropped his head and just nodded, stopping himself while you simply ignored the teacher and turned to face your painting.

The two of you were the only sumeru students in your art class. Your other "scholarly" classmates had left when they got chance, talking about how "art's a waste of time anyways" or "I have other more important things to do." They probably gave your head teacher so much of a headache that she just let them change. Poor Ms Nahida. Most of the students in your art class were from the mondstat and Inazuma stream with some from Fontaine as well.

"You know you can just quit like all of our other academic classmates, are you just doing art to prove you're better or more cultured than them?" Kaveh asked. "It's no point, they think it's useless and I hate people like you who do it even though they don't like it. Go back to them and receive praise for being top of the class like a dog again." ("Class" refers to the sumeru stream which has roughly 150 students—your grade alone—and is the top 14.29%)

"Who says I don't like art?" you replied coldly.

"Well-"

"If you payed attention in language arts, you'd know it's a rhetorical question," you cut him off. "Anyways, why would I want to go back to them? They're stupid anyways."

"After you finish your painting, please write an essay on it, it'll be 50% of you final grade," the teacher announced.

Kaveh groaned. Hearing the bell ring you packed up and left for lunch.

The cafeteria was bustling with noise. Everyone excitedly talking to their friends, exchanging gossip or complaining about the huge load of work they had. Most sumeru students came into the cafeteria and left, too busy perfecting their assignments or doing an extra research project either for fun or extra credit. It wasn't uncommon to see students score above 95% in the sumeru stream so to be the top of the class

"I'm gonna fail," Kaveh said, slumping across the table.

"I'm sure you won't, art is your best subject after all," Tighnari reassured, eating his lunch.

"We have to write and essay and last time we did that, I just passed!" Kaveh shouted. "It dragged my overall grade to a B!"

"Stop shouting, you're so loud," Alhaithem said, turning the next page if his textbook.

Kaveh's biggest weakness were essays, analytical essays. He could analyse just fine and find the meaning easily but his structure, poor vocab and ability to never know how to write and explain something, led to him only just passing because of his analysing skills. To anyone else in the elite academy, Teyvat high, his skills would actually be quite good but he was in the sumeru stream and to get into a special architecture degree in the university of teyvat, he'd have to suffer in the sumeru stream. Unfortunate.

"Just ask (name), they're in your art class and is top of our grade," Cyno said. "And-"

"If you say one more horrible joke, I'm going to throw you out of this cafeteria," Tighnari warned.

"Fine..." Cyno said.

"Like they'd ever want to help," Kaveh said, "plus, I hate them."

"Don't you have a crush on them?" Alhaithem said.

"Shut up!" Kaveh shouted, "as if!"

Cyno raised one of his eyebrows while Tighnari mumbled a "whatever you say."

"I don't like them like that, they're just..."

~

"Cute? I guess but," you pondered, trying to find the right words.

"Oh so you do like him," Dehya smirked.

"Omg! (Name) has a crush on Kaveh!" Nilou squealed, all giddy. "How cute!"

"As if," you said, rolling your eyes. "And you didn't even let me finish my sentence! I can't find the right words for it," you said, the memory of this morning flashing in your mind. "Annoying? Yes but no...Dumb? No not really...Ah! Obnoxious!"

Your friends' eyes slightly widened, their eyes fixated on whatever or whoever was behind you. Swiftly, you turned around, only to see kaveh.

"Well hello to you too," he huffed.

"What is it?" you asked.

"Could you help me with the art essay and in return I'll... I'll leave you alone?" His heart ached at the sight of the twinkle in your eyes when he mentioned the last part.

You thought back to art class. You had left in such a hurry when the bell rang, you forgot your pencil case. When you had went back to go get it, you heard voices coming from inside the classroom.

"Kaveh, you have to lift your grades," your teacher said. Kaveh merely nodded. "You have so much potential but your writing grade keeps dragging you down, please put an effort to improve it this time?" You saw Kaveh clench his fists as his whole body stiffened. You couldn't see his face but the look on your teacher's was a disappointed one.

You'd seen Kaveh poor his heart into every essay whether in art class or not and he'd always just pass. It was like nothing he did could get him over that C. Stepping back from the doorway, you watched Kaveh come out with hot, angry tear in his eyes. He hadn't even notice you and just stormed off to the cafeteria. As soon as he came out, you went in, greeting the teacher, took your pencil case and left.

The journey to the cafeteria wasn't long but it had you thinking. Should you ask if Kaveh wants help? Or would he see it as condescending? You two clearly weren't on the best terms.

Coming back to reality, you nodded and you saw a soft smile grace Kaveh's lips. "You have my number, does the library after school work for you?" you asked.

"Ah yes," Kaveh said, smiling like an idiot.

You had Kavehs's number since he was friends with your friends and you all exchanged numbers but the encounters after that weren't the most pleasent to say the least.

The day went by fast and with the final ring of the bell, you made your way to the library, shooting Kaveh a text when you reached there. The library was two stories and with endless categories and books from fantasy to ancient languages. You secured a small booth in the corner of the library. It has a whiteboard to the left, a decent table that had a comfortable booth seat on each side.

"Hi," Kaveh greeted.

"Hi, let's start?" you asked.

Kaveh nodded in response.

You two started to plan each of your essays, discussing the meaning behind both you and kaveh's painting. The atmosphere was tense and you held you tongue for the sake of a civil study session. Kaveh accepted each tip you gave him, begrudgingly.

The study break ended 20 minutes ago. Refining your plan, you scribbled notes down to the sound of kaveh's typing. You looked up, only to see Kaveh still texting away. He'd been text for half an hour now and each time you told him to stop, he'd just say "I'm almost done."

"What is so important that has you texting for the last half an hour?" you asked, rather impatiently.

"Nothing, just heard that Sam got her hair pulled out." Kaveh said, putting his phone down. (I'm sorry if your name is Sam)

"She got into ankther fight?"

"Yep."

"Serves her right, she's always been a bitch."

Kaveh laughed and you tilted your head to the side, a smile creeping onto your own face.

"Would you like to hear how it happened?" Kaveh asked.

"Yeah, that girl has been causing drama since her first day. Of course I want to know how karma caught up with her," you said.

"Ok, so..."

Time pasted fast as the two of you gossiped and chatted, work casted aside. Playful insults were thrown carelessly and eventually the librarian had to kick the two of you out because it was closing time.

The next day rolled around and both of you found yourself working on your essays, starting the first draft. Typing away, words flowed as you wrote about the composition, line quality and colours used in your piece. Finishing the first draft, you sighed as you saved it and glanced over to Kaveh who was dead asleep.

"I knew this would happend," you muttered. Your grey cotton blanket covered him while you snuck a small pillow under his head, careful not to wake him.

In return, you took his laptop and found he'd finish your first draft before you so you started editing it. Making little notes with the comments feature and giving feedback to pass the time.

"Hmm...how long have I been asleep for?" Kaveh asked, sturing from his slumber.

"Good morning sleeping beauty, you've been sleeping for just over an hour," you said, neatly placing your books and pencil case back into your bag. Kaveh watched you pack up intently. His eyes were still droopy with exhausten and his hair was fluffy and messed up. "I was going to wake you after I finished packing up but I guess there's no need."

You gave a sweet smile that made Kaveh melt into a puddle of water. He couldn't stand how adorable and innocent your smile was and how your eyes reflected it. The slight rosy tint to your cheeks was all it took for Kaveh to want to squish them and pepper them with kisses. He swore over and over again that he wouldn't fall in love with you no matter what he did yet here he was, completely whipped. Simp was an understatement.

"I also finished editing your essay and made notes on what I changed gave feedback so you can refer to it in the future," you said,"if you don't understand it, I can explain it tomorrow but I have to go now so bye." You saved and took your leave.

"Oh, oh ok, bye," Kaveh said, waving back with one hand while the other rubbed his sleepy eye.

Two weeks had gone by, the two of you either meeting everyday after school or the day after if it one couldn't make it. A week after your final meeting, all assignments and exams had been completed and handed in. Everyone let out a sigh of relief as the final week before summer holidays arrived. The final week was mostly preparation for next semester's topics, cleaning up and receiving marks back.

It'd been a week since Kaveh last spoke or argued with you. With the two of you sharing every class except one elective, it was easy to spot the two of you arguing with each other. Whether it was malicious or playful, no one really knew. The two of you didn't even know but an unsettling peace had made itself home in your classes. One that unsettled everyone because it must've meant something really bad happend, right?

You saw Kaveh receive his score on his essay, the look on his face showed he was estatic. In an instant he looked at you with a big heart-warming smile that made you smile even on your worst days but then he shut his mouth as if he remembered something and reluctantly turned away. It made your heart ache and all you wanted to do was scream at him that he didn't have to ignore you, despite the promise he made.

Kaveh: I got a full score!

Tighnari: Congrats!

Cyno: Nice, did you tell (name)?

Kaveh: Oh um...

Alhaithem: Did you forget Kaveh said he'd leave (name) alone if they helped them?

Alhaithem: Good job on your essay Kaveh.

Kaveh: Thanks

Cyno: Sorry, it slipped my mind.

Kaveh: Its fine.

Alhaithem: Well if that's all, stop texting in class, there's still ten minutes left.

Kaveh: Art teacher doesn't care and you're texting in class too!

(Read by Alhaithem, cyno and tighnari)

Kaveh: Don't leave me on read! Urgh!

Throughout the day, you caught Kaveh glance at you from across the class multiple times. Each time, his eyes would widened slightly and he'd whip his head back so fast you thought it might fall off one day. What you didn't notice was the small pout on his lips as he continued taking notes and the bright red that dusted his cheeks and ears.

Everytime you approached, he'd walk away. If you walked in the same room as him and he couldn't escape, he'd talk to someone, making small talk.

"What if he's seeing someone else and moved on already!" Nilou shouted from you left.

"Thats not helping nilou and I doubt that loverboy would move on so quickly," Dehya said from your right while you shrunk.

"Sorry," Nilou said.

"Its fine," you said, pressing the button underneath the traffic light. "This is where I part," you said with a smile,"Ill see you two tomorrow."

"Oh ok bye (name)!" Nilou said.

"See ya," Dehya called out, already walking the other direction.

"Hey wait Dehya! Wait for me!" Nilou shouted, chasing after her.

You looked to the ground and wondered for a moment. Kaveh had been ignoring you purposely and you even tried leaving a note one time on his desk saying you wanted to talk. Perhaps he really didn't like you and just said he'd leave you alone because he thought itd been a win-win for the both of you. Killing two birds with one stone. Getting a high score and also never having to talk to you ever again. Before you knew it, small tears escaped your eyes and you sniffed while furiously wiping the tears away. "No, no that can't be true. I-" words got caught in your throat. Words that wouldn't have been spoken to anyone in particular. The traffic lights beeping went off signalling for you to cross. You looked up staring at the green man start to flash red as you finished crossing.

"Whatever! Its fine!" a voice yelled. "Its not like I love them anyways!" a very familiar voice yelled.

You turned the corner, to see a blonde man standing next to his silver haired friend. Never would you have expected to fall in love University or that kaveh's words would hurt you so much but as you stood there and watched Kaveh's and alhaithem's retreating figure, as you watched Kaveh list all the things he hated about you, small cracks turned into big cracks as your heart started to fall apart and you couldn't be bothered to pick the pieces up.

Part 2 || Dont read part 2 if you don't want comfort and just want an angsty ending. || Requests: open

#kaveh fluff #kaveh angst #i love kaveh i promise #kaveh x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin x reader #gn!reader #yuyan writes #fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #enemies to lovers #academic rivals to lovers #academic rivals Kaveh #Kaveh #sumeru #highschool au #genshin highschool au #genshin highschool

[marksbear]

I had this idea for a fic a while back so I just wrote it high of pain killers. And a little warning i'm about to dump a few Steven Grant fic's.

Thought about my 50% 🐻‍❄ like the whole time while making this, so this could be your little gift my 50%!

Warnings! Possessive, jealous, delusional Steven Grant! Yandere themes, facial, semi public, blowjob, bathroom sex. SMUT!

YANDERE STEVEN GRANT X SUB TOP MALE READER

Y/n is humming to himself as he picks up some items off the shelves as his boyfriend is holding onto his arm with a tight grip rambling about his day.

A man from Y/n's old highschool stares at him by a nearby shelf in the grocery store. Thinking about approaching the male.

"Is that you Y/n L/n?" The boy asks approaching after making the decision it's better just to take the chance than rather be called a creep for staring at the male for so long.

Steven is first to react mumbling something under his breath. He holds onto tighter Y/n's arm before looking up at Y/n. Y/n turns his body around to see where the unfamiliar voice came from.

"Jonas fuckin Hill." Y/n says eyes wide a bit with a small smile on his face. "Nice to see you N/n!" Jonas says checking out Y/n's body shamelessly. "Great to see you as well my man." Y/n responds back.

"You know Y/n. If I had known you were gonna look this good before I broke up with you I would have stopped fooling around and asking you to marry me." Jonas jokes with a small bit of seriousness in his voice.

Y/n smiles grow wider at the joke before responding. "Oh shut up. You're the one who fumbled me."

"God I miss you man. I miss everything about you. Like the way you kissed, the way you fucked and just the way you had set up cute little dates. I miss what we had." Jonas says winking at Y/n.

If looks could kill Jonas would have been dropped dead on the floor by the way Steven is glaring at him. Steven's heart aches and becomes full of hatred. Steven wanted nothing more to just pull Y/n back home.

"Seriously Y/n. I would drop my whole life so we can go back to our younger days and do the reckless shit we used to do. Hey! Remember that one time when you fucked me in a----" "Okay Jonas!" Y/n cuts him off feeling a bit embarrassed.

"That's all in the past. I'm with someone new. And he's right here, so lets not talk about me and yours old sex life in front of my new boyfriend."

Y/n adds before giving Jonas a quick goodbye before pulling his boyfriend with him to a different aisle.

"How come you never mentioned Jonas?" Steven asks feeling a bit hurt from Y/n. "Theres nothing to mention. We weren't even in a full relationship mostly just "helping" acts between friends. He doesn't make me feel the way you make me feel." Steven's heart flutters once he hears those words fall from Y/n's mouth.

"I mean it Steven. You're different from anyone else I use to date. You're special and that's what I love about you." Y/n says with a wink before continuing his shopping. "Special... He thinks i'm special. That has to mean something right. We've only been dating for a couple of weeks, but since he thinks i'm special he must feel what i'm feeling." Steven thinks to himself internally as he watches and stares at Y/n.

As they continued shopping they kept somehow running into Jonas over and over again.

Slowly Steven gets even more and more jealous and possessive of Y/n. "Y/n! Jesus man i'm seeing you everywhere-" Jonas says halfway before getting cut off by Steven dragging Y/n away to the direction to the restrooms. "Wha- Steven what the hell-." Y/n says after getting shoved into the restroom and into a stall, but gets cut off by Steven kissing him roughly on the lips.

Steven pushes Y/n against the wall trying to use all his might trying to take control of the situation sadly Y/n beats him to it.

Y/n takes a fist full of Steven's hair pulling him back to catch his breath. "Steven. Please slow down just slow down Stevey." Y/n asks, but Steven ignores the request by pushing his hand inside Y/n's pants grabbing and playing with his semi hard dick. Y/n moves his hands to Steven's shoulders trying to push him away.

Steven sinks down to his knees nuzzling Y/n's tent in his pants. Steven begins to undo Y/n's pants taking off his belt and everything and pulls down his pants alongside his underwear in one swift motion.

Y/n tries to touch Steven's head, but gets his hands swatted away. "No touching." Steven says before giving Y/n's cock head a few kisses. Steven wraps his hand around Y/n's cock stroking it lightly before jerking it off at a slow painful pace.

Steven gives Y/n's tip a long lick on the tip circling his tongue around the tip tasting the small bits of precum on Y/n's cock.

Y/n covers his mouth as he watches Steven play and tease around with his cock.

Steven begins to wrap his lips around Y/n's cock swirling his tongue around his cock as he begins to suck it. Steven pulls his head off Y/n's cock with a slight "pop" Before looking up at Y/n with an innocent face jerking off his cock even faster than before. Steven licks long strides on Y/n's cock bottom to top.

Finally once Steven thought it was enough teasing and edging Y/n he moved his lips back around Y/n's cock pushing his head deeper into his cock. Soon enough Steven's instinct kicks in and he begins to bob his head up and down on Y/n's cock. Inch by inch more of Y/n's cock Steven begins to choke and gag on his cock.

Soon Steven begins to deepthroat Y/n's cock as he sinks into the base of his cock. Steve's face pressed up against Y/n as he began to swallow and lick around Y/n's cock.

Steven bobs his head back just to push it back down onto Y/n's cock as he feels it hit the back of his throat. Steven looks up at Y/n making eye-contact making everything even more erotic. Y/n eyes look down at Steven's hungry lustful watering eyes as soft moans escape his lips. Steven pulls off of Y/n's cock with another "pop" and stares up at Y/n waiting for Y/n to beg him.

"Steven~ Fuck! Ohh fuck Steven~ Please keep sucking my cock! Fuck please baby. I- I beg you just ple--" Y/n gets cut off by the restroom door opening. Y/n automatically knew who footsteps were those.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" Jonas asks standing in the middle of the restroom not too far from the stall Y/n and Steven are in.

"J-Jonas! Uhm. Yeah i'm in here." Y/n calls back out watching nervously as Steven goes back to sucking his cock. Steven sucks Y/n off even faster trying to see if he can break Y/n.

"You alright man? Is everything good? Don't tell me that your boyfriend is there with you." Jonas asks with a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Yeah! Mphmm~ Oh g-god. Of course i'm alright everything is good. And no he's not here fuck~ h-he went to the car because I-I was taking too long shopping." Y/n shakily responds feeling his dick twitch inside Steven's tongue.

Steven pulls off Y/n's cock looking up at him as he jerks him off at a fast and rough pace. Steven sticks his tongue out eagerly to taste Y/n's cum. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! GahHh~ I'm close! fuckkk~ I'm close~" Y/n moans out in a whisper before covering his mouth with his hand as he throws his head back from the pleasure.

"What was that Y/n? I can't quite hear you?" Jonas says looking towards Y/n's stall.

Y/n couldn't bring himself to answer as he lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load onto Steven's face and mouth. White streaks covering Steven's as he tries to catch and taste Y/n's cum.

To make sure theres nothing left that Y/n could give Steven sucks Y/n's tip making sure thats all of it.

Y/n holds onto the stall wall for support as he rides out his orgasm with his eyes squeezed shut. Not even caring anymore Y/n lets out loud moans and whimpers.

After a few more kisses Steven gave Y/n's cock he tucks in Y/n's cock back into his underwear and pulls up his pants and puts his belt back on making him look like everything is normal.

Y/n uses some fingers to scrape some of the cum off of Steven's face and rub it onto Steven's lips like its lipstick or pushing it into Steven's mouth. And with the other half he'll lick off with his own tongue cleaning up Steven.

"Uhm- Bye Y/n! See you later I guess!" Jonas says with a panicking slightly before rushing out of the restrooms.

"I love you Y/n. I want you to know that. You're mine and mine only. I'll do anything for you Y/n. And I want you to know that Jonas will never be able to see you again." Steven confesses. Y/n didn't really understand fully what Steven said and half of him didn't really care as he still was in the pure bliss he was feeling minutes ago.

Steven rolls up the bottom of his shirt showing Y/n a tattoo on by his v-line that says "Y/n L/n's property." "I got even more that I'll have to show you once we get home!" Steven says with a bright smile.

"Look at this!" Steven says lifting up his shirt even more revealing Y/n's initials cut into him scarring it into for life.

"Jeez Steven... We've only been dating for a couple of weeks. Uhm I really don't know what to say." Y/n says a bit freaked out.

"That doesn't matter! Me and you were made for each other don't you get that? Together forever and ever!" Steven remarks back.

Y/n slowly begins to back up away from Steven opening the stall door and walks out. "Well- Steven lets go. We have been here for too long. How about you go back to the car while I get the cart and everything and buy our stuff." Y/n says trying to get the hell away from him.

Before Steven could say anything Y/n bolts out the restroom speed walking to the cart as planned. Steven quickly follows suit shouting a quick "Slow down!"

THE END... Or is it?

#steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moonknight x male reader #moon knight #marvel x male reader #x male reader #yandere marvel x male reader #yandere x male reader #male reader #the bear club

[randomnameless]

It's still wild to me that people will go to bat for the nothing characters that are Randolph and Fleche as proof of Dimitri being bad; we know next to nothing about them, they have miniscule screentime, what little we do know of Randolph paints him as human scum who'd do horrific things if it meant a chance at a promotion, and Fleche illogically only ever holds a grudge against someone for killing her brother if that someone is AM!Dimitri, with her completely vanishing from the game in every other route.

Eh,

I'd say they play the same purpose than this random child in TS in Roland's story - at this point, both lords want vengeance, and they have to face someone who also wants (misdirected!) vengeance at them, smth smthg like war sucks because people die.

But it's completely wasted in FE16, because, as you said, Randy isn't a random or a civilian or a war orphan, he is a general leading an attack on refugees/civilians/randoms to gain more fame, and dies in the process.

Now, can we say Flèche's anger and death are ultimately directed at Randolph, who died for nothing and took his sister down with him in his quest for "muhrit" ? Or are we supposed to think that this scene is important because Dimitri, the Blue Lord, isn't supposed to fall as low as the Imperial Army - something he comes close to (apparently?) ?

And yet again, it completely fails.

Because for one Randolph - who also had a family and loved ones - we have 50 Waldos and Baldis, whose lives aren't given any fuck about.

We don't see a war prisoner, or an Adrestian civilian accusing Supreme Leader of having sent her/his wife/husband/daughter/son to death with a conquest they never asked and trying to off her.

Only Dimitri receives this backlash from - invaders who wanted to invade and suddenly remember they have loved ones so are very sad when their loved ones dies - Flèche, but not Claude nor Billy, as you rightfully pointed out.

And Supreme Leader never receives any backlash - or wake up call - from a real third party/civilian/casualty who could have done the exact same thing.

Emile mentions how, during her attack, the Holy Grounds near Garreg Mach were turned in a slaughterhouse, why don't we have any civilian who survived from that try to take a jab at Supreme Leader? Waldi's best friend? Baldo's mother? A war captive from Leicester/Faerghus or a conscripted Adrestian?

I laughed about it with friends earlier, and again with the teatime paralogue, but it truly feels as if only 1/3rd (since the church doesn't count) of the cast will face consequences for the war and suffers backlash from the constant fighting (they didn't even start!).

Whenever you have to deal with serious stuff in Fodlan, it'll be for the BL members.

The rest? Will sip tea, talk nonsense, try to solve "mysteries" and live as if nothing is happening in the background.

Just imagine how both deer routes could have been much more impactful and interesting - instead of being a recycled Billy route with a different infodump at the end - if Raphael's sister popped up to a War Council, asking Claude to stop coddling the Empire because their lands were invaded, her grandfather put to Aymr and her inn destroyed by the Imperial Army, or how Ignatz's older brother discovers how Adrestia is burning pieces of art and history and every material related to Leicester and Faerghus history because they want to push an "Adrestia Eternal" narrative. Heck, Claude could even discover more "lore" by picking a Leif route, sort of rescuing the people "handpicked" to become new Baldos and Waldis, discovering the secret of the artificial crest stones and maybe having an infiltration map where, lo, instead of receiving an info dump, they maybe witness Rhea being turned in a relic or used to "produce" artificial crest stones.

War BaD, but only when we can make the BL suffer for it, for the rest, it's just a bgm.

And even then, it can't be too critical of Supreme Leader, because she was made to sell alts in FE heroes or dubious Cipher Cards.

"Supreme Leader", "cute girls" and "I want to see how Faerghus and its knights will deal with the aftermath of the Tragedy while defending against the invading forces".

Tl; dr : Flèche and Randolph are named, which is a cheap way to make people care for them despite their role in the plot, but the demonic beasts and the civilians dying aren't mentionned nor talked about.

Hell, why do you think I gave names to the artificial demonic beasts? The game doesn't want you to think too much about them, but if I talk about Baldo and Waldi, maybe the fandom will?

#anon #replies #cheap drama and cheap devices to make people feel something #and it's so painfully one sided again #this is how those damn games try to make people feel #'look dimitri bad he killed someone' #but no one will talk about the people dying to Supreme Leader? #they dont' have names so they're just concepts? #the death of one named person is more impactful than the death of hundreds of peons? #FE16 #I prefered how TS dealt with it to be honest

[lucyw260]

The Mailbox With The Pink Flower - Leonardo

I’ve had this idea since 2021 and finally wrote it out. This is set in the modern day but it isn’t an AU. It’s crazy to think that the guys could see MC in the modern day after already spending a lifetime with her but she’s still got her life with them ahead of her. I often think about stuff like this. Please read and tell me what you thought about it!

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Excerpt = He wasn’t necessarily here to look for her but if by a miracle he could chance upon her then he’d take that opportunity to see her again

The year was 20XX, it had been over 50 years since Y/n passed away and left Leonardo. He moved to Japan a few years ago to be closer to Y/n, he knew she had already been born into this world, a younger Y/n that hadn’t yet gone back in time. He wasn’t necessarily here to look for her but if by a miracle he could chance upon her then he’d take that opportunity to see her again.

It was a Wednesday afternoon; Leonardo had just exited a client’s house that had hired him to fix their grandfather clock. He’d been doing this same ‘renaissance man’ job for centuries but it still filled him with the same joy as it had the first time.

He walked the streets of the clean middle-class neighbourhood, now his final job of the day was done, he was intent on going back to the place he called home in this foreign country. Gazing up at the clear blue sky, he idly wondered how the others were doing back at the mansion.

A school bus pulled up on the opposite side of the road and broke his chain of thought, a few young children got off the bus and waved as it drove off. As Leonardo carried on walking, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps somewhere Y/n was also coming home from school.

His gaze drifted back towards the young children skipping down the road. The children were parting ways and only one was left walking on the street next to Leonardo.

To the world, a grown man staring at a young child would look very suspicious but Leonardo couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but see his beloved Y/n in the honey-coloured locks cascading down the young girls back.

The girl was bouncing a ball as she walked with a smile on her face. It was such a familiar smile, Leonardo thought.

Suddenly the ball bounced off the curb and into the road towards Leonardo’s direction. The child giggled before stepping into the road to retrieve the ball.

Thank the lord that Leonardo was watching her so intently, else he might have been too late to notice the silver car speeding around the corner. The tires of the car squealed against the concrete at the sheer velocity of the vehicle. The girl turned in surprise in the middle of the road, she shrieked and her eyes went wide as the car got closer.

An urgency flared throughout Leonardo’s body and he was moving faster than any human could to pull the child towards him and away from the oncoming car. He bypassed the ball as it bounced harmlessly passed him.

The car whizzed by seemingly not caring about the speed limit. Leonardo looked down at the child that he was holding onto, he scanned her for injuries before letting her go.

Now they were safely on the street, he stepped back from the child and the girl burst into tears. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to scare the child more when she was still recovering from the shock. He offered her a gentle smile and her sobs turned into quiet sniffles.

He picked up the ball that was behind him and held it out to the young girl. She stared at him warily.

“I’m not going to hurt you; this is your ball, isn’t it?” he informed her kindly and the girl nodded her little head slightly. She held her hands out for the ball and he placed it in her palms gently.

Her expression calmed and she looked up at him. “T…thank you for saving me, mister”. The full force of her eyes hit him then, her eyes were so similar to the eyes of the woman he loved.

“No problem, you be careful on these roads from now on, cara mia” he spoke in a light scolding tone. It was only after he’d finished speaking, that he realized that he’d called the child ‘cara mia’, why did that slip out, he thought.

The little girl nodded at him with a wide smile and looked left and right before crossing the road. Leonardo watched her make it safely across the road. She turned back around and waved goodbye to him before skipping off further down the street.

He was a second too late waving back, she’d already turned around before she’d seen it, since when was I so slow, he thought.

It felt like his brain was trying to connect dots, his heart was beating faster than usual but he brushed it all off and continued on his way. Just before he turned the corner, he heard a distant voice.

“Did you have a good day at school, Y/n?”

Upon hearing that name, Leonardo spun around quickly and his eyes zeroed in on the same child he had just saved, she was at the front of a door step.

“Yes mommy, we learnt there are all sorts of languages in the world, it was so cool”

Leonardo’s heart was beating too fast now. His brain was trying to rationalize with his heart telling him it could just be an incredible coincidence that the child that reminded him so much of his cara mia was also called Y/n.

It was at this moment that Leonardo recalled a memory from his time with Y/n.

“Tell me something about your childhood” he had suggested to her

It was late at night; she was lying on his chest as he carded his fingers through her soft hair.

She pondered for a moment before speaking. “Ah, I thought of something, so when I was about 6 years old, my parents and I painted our mailbox, I painted a pink flower right in the middle and I was so proud of it, the last I saw of it, the paint was all faded and you could hardly see it”

At the time he had hummed at her story and imagined her as a child, laughing with her family with paint on her cheeks.

He snapped out of the memory with a start, his eyes scanning the garden for a mailbox, he wasn’t sure if he was hoping it really was her or not.

Then he saw it, right at the front of the fence, a white mailbox with a freshly painted pink flower in the middle. His breath caught as he stared at it with wide eyes. The girl had long entered her home and the door had long closed.

It was her; he was sure of this now. The young girl he just saved was his cara mia long before she met him. He stared at the house for a few more long minutes before prying his eyes off it and turning around.

It was hard to not turn back around but he continued down the street. He’d been in her life before they even knew each other.

He was never necessarily looking for her but now he’d found her all his morals dissipated and at this moment he knew that there was no doubt he wouldn’t end up walking down this street again one day.

Talking to her again though was out of the question, as much as he might want to. He didn’t want to accidently change history. He’s missed her so much for decades now and when she got older, he could love her in this time instead and get to be with her again but he wouldn’t, it would ruin everything they built together because if he did that then their time together in the 19th century never would have happened.

He'd walked far enough now that the house was no longer in sight. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to carry on living without her for all eternity.

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[acourtoffaeandfanfic]

A Court of Flames and Sorrow || Eris Vanserra || Prologue

Synopsis: Lynette Vesper. Daughter of Winter and Night. Lover of a problematic red head who used to be engaged to her best friend.

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Lynette could feel it in the air, feel it in her gut, feel it in her bones, something was going to happen that required her attention, and it was going to happen soon. That feeling is what caused her to pace the floor of her room in the Mountain Home of the Winter Court. There on official duties of the Night Court, to help repair connections after what had happened Under the Mountain. She was deemed the best person to attempt it, not only due to her being emissary of the Night Court but also being Kallias’ cousin. Her mother being Kallias’ aunt, having met her father while he was on official Night Court emissary business. A title that he had happily passed down to his daughter after Rhysand became High Lord, he had grown tired of the job for a while, just wanting to stay at home with his mate and daughter but feared what the previous High Lord would do if he were to find out. 

Her emissary duties were the last thing on her mind though at the moment. Feeling like she was needed elsewhere. She felt a gentle but persistent tug towards the Autumn Court border. Something was wrong, she knew it. Her suspicions were answered when a piece of paper suddenly appeared in front of her. Get to the border, your High Lady is in trouble. That note was all that was needed for Lyn to winnow to the border. She had not gotten the chance to meet her High Lady yet so this was gonna be one hell of an entrance. 

She winnowed right in front of them, Feyre and a red haired man with a scar running down his face raced past her, her own light blonde hair blowing behind her in the icy breeze as she noticed what they were running from. Vanserra brothers, oh how she hated them. Nothing good came from that family. The eldest one had started to melt one of the frozen lakes. A red hot streak underneath the ice racing right towards her, ready to dunk her into the frozen depths beneath. Her own powers roared to life as her hand made contact with the ice just as the flames were about to consume the ice where she stood. An unamused look graced her features, tired of having to deal with these High Fae men who acted like children, children wielding fiery instruments. 

“What does a woman gotta do around here to get some peace and quiet? Men, you ruin everything!” Lynette said with her arms hugged into her body, silently regretting the thin sweater that adorned her body, the fleece lined leggings only doing so much to preserve warmth. 

“We’re not here for you Lyn, go run back to Kallias.” The one in the middle said with a sneer. How could she forget the Master of Sneering. The Vanserra brother she had the least amount of tolerance for. Eris. As snarky as ever. Apparently 50 years Under the Mountain didn’t teach him any manners. She might be the Night Courts emissary but she avoided the Autumn Court like the plague, and for good reason too. Those Autumn Court men just didn’t understand when to leave a woman alone. 

“I don’t think I will” and just like that the icy wind picked up but in the opposite direction it had been going, it was now roaring towards the three Vanserra brother who took that as a challenge to approach her, the ones on each side of Eris had started to shivering and chattering their teeth as they followed their eldest brother. 

Lynette looked over her shoulder quickly to make sure that Feyre and who she assumed to be Lucien made their way across the frozen lake. That look cost her a blow to the stomach as turned to see Eris in her face as he tackled her to the ground as the other two went after Feyre and Lucien. She summoned her icy winds again to push the fiery male off her. He had been moved three feet when he started to fight against the wind and regain his balance. She could see the flames ignite in his eyes as she started to feel the ice beneath her melt, making her jump to her feet and hurtle herself in his direction. Winnow, hit. Winnow, wind. The little game went on until he had memorized her rhythm and restrained her with thin ropes of flame dancing around her wrists and neck, the heat lapping at her skin softly enough to turn it a shade of pink but not enough to burn her. 

Eris walked past her, not thinking that she’d be a distraction any longer. That was until darkness settled around him and him alone, the icy wind battering at him from each direction. She was holding him in her own power prison, just like he had done to her. Just long enough for the two Illyrian warriors to land and deal with the other two nuisances attacking Feyre and Lucien. Lynette dropped her night prison away from Eris and then focused her energy on her flame encased wrists as he dropped to the ground shivering. The flames flickered then died out as a wave of ice washed over her hands, pink marks still remained on her wrists though. 

From the corner of her eye she could see two red haired creatures being tossed to the side by Cassian and Azriel. Both having taken a beating from the Illyrian warriors. Eris still remained in his spot though, 5 feet behind her, shivering on the ice, trying to reclaim some warmth before he dared move.

“What do we do with this one?” Cassian asked as he slowly made his way across the frozen lake, glaring down at Eris. The most hated Vanserra of the Court of Dreams, no one forgot what he had done to their dear friend, Mor. A gleam in Cassian’s eyes at the thought of getting revenge for Mor, Azriel not too far behind.

“Stop,” Feyre commanded.

The High Lady looked around her carefully. Familiar faces surrounded her for the most part but slight confusion was etched into her face when her eyes landed on Lynette. Feyre looked back down at the Vanserra brothers who had hunted her down. “You all deserve to die for this. And for much, much more. But I am going to spare your miserable lives.” 

Eris sneered at her words, Cassian snarling at him in warning to not test Feyre’s generosity. 

Feyre’s glamour dropped and there on her arm appeared a tattoo of swirls and whorls of ink. 

“I am High Lady of the Night Court” she announced. 

The brothers on the ground paled and looked up wide eyed. A brave one had the nerve to say, “There’s no such thing as a High Lady.”

Feyre just smirked at him. “There is now.”

Cassian straightened up a bit more, beaming with pride over his High Lady. 

Feyre’s eyes passed over the scene in front of her one more time until she locked onto Lynette once again with a confused look. Cassian seemed to notice this and cleared his throat. “May I introduce Lynette Vesper, emissary of the Night Court and Kallias’ cousin. She is here on official business.” Cassian shifted uncomfortably, unsure about how much he should be revealing when enemies were still there. 

Feyre gave a slight nod of approval. “Will you be joining us for the trip back?”

“No, my lady. I must first tell Kallias that I must be going. He’d be quite saddened if I left without a proper goodbye. I will be back at court tomorrow.” 

The High Lady nodded once more then turned to Cassian, “Take me home.” Then to Azriel, “Take us both home.” Looking down at the Autumn Court men one last time she said, “We’ll see you on the battlefield.” 

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Lynette watched as they crossed back over the border, waiting for them to get far enough before she decided to winnow back to her room. Two of the brothers at least a quarter of a mile ahead of Eris. He didn’t look too good when he passed by her, still shivering and from the look of it trying to cure the frostbite she had given him. But the cold did not seem to take away his permanent sneer, especially as he turned around while still walking. “See you again soon, little lynx.” And with a mocking bow he had vanished. 

She winnowed back to her room. Sitting on top of the plush dark blue comforter. Looking down at her wrists again, the marks left from the flame restraints were fast fading. Running her hands over them all Lyn could think of was the small deep tug, pulling her back to the border. The tug that wanted her to go back to him, the tug that she would ignore out of respect for her best friend, the tug that she refused to put a name on.

#eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris vanserra x oc #acowar #acomaf #acotar #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of flames and sorrow

[tale-as-old-as-time-au]

"-How come you never SAW a freaking library?

-Small village. Twelve books in the whole town. Weren't you paying any attention?

-Well, yeah, but have you never visited an actual town? They all got libraries.

-I went to Paris when I was a little girl, but…

-You're still a little girl.

-Haha, very funny. I'm just short, I'm not…! OH MY GOD!!

They arrived at the library and, as soon as Papyrus pushed the big doors, Chara squeaked, absolutely thunderstruck. Books. Hundreds of books. Thousands of books. Dozens of thousands of books proudly stared back at her from their shelves. The human walked inside the room with her hands covering her shocked mouth. She was beyond amazed. The king watched intently as Chara placed her hands over the nearest books, touching them with reverence. Then, in a quick motion, she grabbed a bunch of those books and sat on the ground, firmly hugging them.

-I'm dreaming - she murmured, extasiated, her face buried against the books - I know I'm dreaming, please don't wake me up just yet, I'm in my personal paradise.

Huh. That girl… actually looked kinda cute.

Papyrus coughed, shoving that thought aside for later. Hell, if he was supposed to fall in love with Chara to break the curse, it was a good thing she was cute. She didn't seem very bright on that book-searching-trip story.

-So, uh… - he started, rubbing his skull - We couldn’t get new books ever since the curse started (for obvious reasons), but you said it was an old book, right? So there is a chance we can find the next one here. Uh, someday - he added after glancing at the castle's vast collection and frowning - This is not the most organized library unfortunately. As I told ya, the kid's nursery is also located on this wing, so it's not rare that they come in here and mess things up, those little brats.

Chara beamed at his words.

-Oh my, you're right!! The sequel could be right here!! - she got up from the floor and placed the books she was holding back into the shelf, quickly checking each one's cover before doing so - I mean, if I'm trapped here forever I might as well look for it. I wonder if the sequel's cover is the same color of the first book…

-That's not a rule, it could be different - Papyrus said, also approaching the shelf - I guess I can help you search for a bit. What's the name of the book you read, by the way?

-"It ends now".

-And the sequel?

-"It starts now".

-Wha…? - the monster paused in the middle of picking up a book, turning at the girl - It ends… Then it starts? That doesn't make any f*cking sense!

Chara was smiling and cocking her head when he questioned her.

-Well, you have to read it to understand - she declared, shrugging.

-Nah, I'm not into girly books.

-Wha… It 's not girly!! What, just because I'm a girl all books I like will be girly? That's absurd!!

She placed her hands on her hips, visibly outraged. That made Papyrus snort.

Ok, she was cute.

-Right, gimme the book - he reached one hand in her direction, grinning - I'll be the judge of that.

Chara took the old volume out of her pocket but hesitated while looking at the king, finally speaking in all the seriousness she could muster.

-If you damage this book in any way…

-What? - the skeleton laughed, amused - Is that a threat? What could you do to me, little girl?

Heck, their size difference was huge. Only in height they had, what, a 50 cm gap? Maybe more? Has she failed to notice it at all?

Oh, she noticed. Right at that moment, at least, she noticed. They were standing very close and Chara had to lift her chin to face the king, who was indeed tall. That realization set all sorts of alarms on the girl's head. They were alone. If he ever tries to hurt her, there is nothing she can do to stop him. Crap, Chara got so excited about the prospect of seeing a real library she lost sense of danger. Being alone with that skeleton she barely knows could be dangerous.

Actually, even if the bitties were around… Papyrus was their king. If he ever decides to beat her up - or worse - would they even try to stop him?

Chara hoped she never had to find that out.

Unaware of the girl's disturbed thoughts, the king took the book from her hands, examining its cover.

-Right, I'll be careful. But that's quite damaged already, did you forget it on the stove or something? 

He pointed at an ugly mark on the back cover. It definitely looked burned.

The human took a deep breath, controlling her wild emotions. Papyrus wasn't acting in a threatening way right then, so there was no reason to panic. She just needed to keep her guard up, that's all.

-It was already like this when I bought it, ok? - Chara explained, cautiously taking a step back.

The king didn't seem to notice, frowning as his sockets examined the old book once again.

-I hope it was cheap.

-It definitely wasn't - the girl murmured, embarrassed, then her face suddenly lit up with a smirk - But hey, at least I didn't have to kidnap an old man to get this book, your majesty.

-Well, f… - Papyrus had to forcefully stop himself on that word. He would not get any points with Chara unless he starts controlling his tongue - …Forget about that. I’ll search on the top shelves, ok?

-Ok, thanks - she gave the monster the tiniest smile before turning back to the shelf, ready to begin her long, long search.”

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"It ends now" and "It starts now" are NOT real books, but they're inspired by the things I felt while reading "It ends with us". That book starts as a dumb romance, but THEN it took a shift that just hit me like a fucking truck. It was unexpected as fuck and I was mesmerized by it. I guess I like unexpected stuff.

(It's NOT for everyone though, there's some heavy sh*t in that book!! One friend was reading with me and literally gave up reading when the shift happened)

But again: that's NOT the book Chara read. "It ends now" is different. It's way better, by the looks of it. I kinda wanna read it too now…

#taoat #papara #fellswap #underswap #tale as old as time #story #Chara #Papyrus #Sans #Toriel #Undyne #Alphys #Napstaton #beauty and the beast #crossover

[hungerofhadarr]

Hi everyone I remember a discussion that occurred within the lovely AGU and I am . Smiles.

So it was the idea that the trilogy takes place over many years . Me1 happens , but Shepard dies / vanishes afterwards . And me2 picks up like . 50 years in the future . Now , stick with me here .

Saren wasn’ t being aided by a Reaper , there was never a Reaper . He claims to have been spoken to by one , but there is never a physical Reaper to be found . The Council still sends Shepard in to catch him , but there is no debate over the existence of a Reaper . Not yet .

Shepard is already old, entering their seventies possibly . A Commander disconnected from the Normandy crew , only given power to Command while hunting Saren . Still the first Human Spectre , but having so much more under their belt . And from this , begins the downfall.

Shepard is very self sufficient . Yes , they may care for the people they commanded ( maybe they don’ t . They never say anything outright ) but they never build any relationships . They rely on themself , their experiences . Their word was final , they didn’ t need anything else .

So, when indoctrination takes hold of Shepard , they don’ t speak of it to anyone . They just hold it , let it fester . Saren’ s actions make perfect sense to them . It’ s a miracle they don’ t do the same, really . But instead , it grips their mind in a different direction . No one believes the Reapers are real . So , one must wait for the Reapers to arrive .

From the outside , it looks well . A well - oiled machine taking apart what Saren had build . Virmire and Noveria perfect examples of just how far gone he was . The Council needed him in custody , but for more that just his crimes . The Geth implants he had , his body was rejecting them . And it was clear to everyone that he needed psychological intervention . Everyone but Shepard .

Shepard knew the Reapers must be real , in some capacity , the vision from the beacon still playing in the back of their mind . When Saren’ s reports mentioned a Conduit , Shepard saw a lead , a chance .

Saren was preparing for the end of the world , the universe . So was Shepard . But they didn’ t wish to earn the favour of the Reapers . They would come back , ready , for the invasion . To take what they know , what they’ ve seen , and be able to use it . To fight .

The night Saren is brought into custody , the Normandy is logged as leaving the docking bay with no Commanding Officer aboard . Three days later , they return with pale faces and a strict refusal to discuss what happened . Shepard vanishes .

But , in a pod in Ilos , a figure sleeps . Body kept in stasis while the mind is left half awake , they wait . Knowing . Saren had the wrong idea , destruction won’ t save you, your people , your life . So save yourself .

#mass effect #mass effect au #now everyone gets to be a xilf !!! yaaaay < 3 #I am thinking about this again I have also written drabbles for this already Erm #please clap

[kitten4sannie]

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ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

pairing: crime lords! seongjoong x fem! reader

genre: mafia au, smut

summary: you’re determined to be your bosses’ favorite underling.

w.c: 2.7k

warnings: um death !! there’s a murder in the first ten seconds so please be aware, these mfs are insane idkw to say, (poly) dom! seongjoong, subby! reader, mxm, mommy/daddy kink,, joong got the grills on…., seonghwa is MOTHER…, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, temp play with ice cubes, thigh grinding, marking, kissing, spit, tit play, gunplay (yup 👀), double handjob/blowjob, facial

a/n: i need matz in a way that’s so concerning it would prob set feminism back 50 years wjwhwh so yeahh this was just entirely self indulgent and actual brainrot in its purest form <3 also yes okayy i lose my morals completely when it comes to mafia aus but it’s fiction !! so leave me aloneeee >3< hehe enjoyyy~~

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“Please, spare me, boss! I’ll never shit talk you behind your back again, I promise! I’m good for it, I swear,” a nameless man begged your bosses on his knees, his arms held back by you and another nameless underling that worked for them, holding him down as he writhed around in panic until you were told otherwise. 

“See, that’s what you said the last time. This lying, I don’t like it…” Hongjoong grimaced, repositioning himself on his expensive suede couch that still had some leftover bloodstains on it, gently running his hand over his partner’s exposed knee. “What do you think, sweetheart?” The crime boss turned to the love of his life, his eyes dragging over the pretty fur coat he was adorned in. “Should I give him another chance to spread lies about me or put a bullet in his head?” 

Seonghwa turned to him, leaning closely to press his plump lips against Hongjoong’s pierced ear to whisper something into it, the both of them shuddering with delight. He draped his legs over Hongjoong’s lap, gently playing with his lover’s silky hair, his dark, seductive eyes traveling from the crying, blubbering man on the floor to you, taking notice of your hesitant gaze. “Such a pretty face for an underling…” 

“What’s your name? And speak up. I don’t enjoy asking twice,” Hongjoong directed towards you, leaning forward to pick up a half-empty glass of whiskey that could easily pay off the debt you’ve accumulated over the years from trying to claw your way up to the top from within the city’s nastiest criminal organization, swishing around its dark contents, the ice cubes inside clinking against the glass, taking his sweet time drinking it down, similar to the way he was drinking in your pleasing appearance. 

“Y/N, sir,” you said confidently enough that Hongjoong didn’t immediately do something drastic, tightening your grip around the wriggling man beneath you. 

“Tell me, Y/N,” Hongjoong began, reaching for a small black box that Seonghwa held in his direction, slowly opening it up to gaze lovingly at its contents. “Have you ever killed a man?” 

You gulped, suddenly feeling a bit suffocated inside your sleek, form-fitting suit, still standing your ground. “In self defense, sir.” 

Hongjoong pulled the small revolver out of its case, running the smooth, compact metal across Seonghwa’s defined collarbones, dipping it down in between his thighs just to make him gasp. He chuckled, forgetting about his audience for a moment, before turning his head to gaze back at you, licking at the pointed ends of his teeth. “Never in cold blood?” 

You shook your head cautiously, unable to keep from licking your lips at the sight of the intensely unstable, intensely attractive power couple in front of you. “No, sir…” 

The man beneath you tried to get up, gasping, “Boss, please, give me another chance!” 

Hongjoong’s fingers clenched around his glass, seconds away from splitting it in half with his cold metal rings, allowing Seonghwa to slip the sleek gun out of his hand, the tall, elegant man standing up and slowly making his way over to you, his high heels clicking lightly against the marble floor. “Shut up. You had your chance to be good and now look at you. Fucking pathetic.” 

As the man quieted down, you let out a gasp, feeling Seonghwa blow lightly into your ear past your hair, his slender fingers draping over your shoulders to rub into them. “Would you like to do the honors, Y/N?” Seonghwa whispered into your ear, his skillful fingers undoing your black tie and slowly unbuttoning your tucked-in shirt, sending shivers down your spine, feeling the elegant man pushing something heavy into your open hand. “Make sure you look at my darling when you do it, okay? He loves eye contact…” 

Feeling your insides fill up with what could only be described as hot, molten lava, you held the shaky gun up to the man’s head, unable to hear his countless begs, only Seonghwa’s soft, breathy encouragement in your ear, feeling his hands tugging open your top, his fingers gliding carefully across your heated skin. 

Hongjoong sipped at his whiskey, his dark eyes carefully studying your flushed face, sighing at the sight of your finger clasping onto the trigger, his free hand squeezing into one of his spread thighs. “Do it, pretty girl…Do it for us.” 

It was when Seonghwa’s hand slipped into your unbuttoned trousers to grab at your cunt through your soaked panties that you gasped, your hazy eyes focused solely on your boss’s, the heavy click of the trigger resulting in the distinct thump of the man’s suddenly lifeless body hitting the ground, a thick pool of crimson spreading out over the pristine marble flooring. 

Seonghwa simply looked to the terrified unnamed underlying beside you, making him scurry away with the man’s body with one simple, deadly look, leaving you alone with two of the most powerful, seductive individuals you’ve ever had the pleasure of working under. 

You simply looked down at your hand, opening it to see the blood that splattered onto it, your head and body pulsing rhythmically, almost feeling like you had been drugged. You had just taken a life, in cold blood no less, yet you felt like you had just been reborn. 

Seonghwa suddenly grabbed you by the chin, turning it in his direction, his tongue slowly slipping past your parted lips. He tugged off your blazer, dropping it to the floor, so that he could work on your pants, leaving them in a pool around your feet. “What a good girl you are,” he whispered to you once he pushed your spit-laced lips away from his, rubbing a bit of his lipstick from the corner of your mouth. “You deserve to be loved tonight. Don’t you think, darling?” 

Hongjoong nodded his head in agreement, patting his thighs, smirking wide enough for the light to catch the silver caps on his canine teeth. “Come over here and sit on my lap, baby. Don’t be afraid.” 

You stepped out of your pants, now half-dressed in a blood-splattered dress shirt and lacy panties, wobbling your way over to the large black couch. You slowly sat down on Hongjoong’s lap, feeling his stiff cock already pressing into your heat. “I did it for you, sir…to make you both proud…” 

“All that for us? You sent a man straight down to hell because you’d do anything for us, baby?” Hongjoong cooed at you, running the back of his knuckle along your flushed cheek, catching some of the leftover blood on his skin, letting it move along your neck down to your exposed chest. 

“Anything…” you sighed, nuzzling into Seonghwa’s open palm when he sat down beside the both of you and caressed your cheek lovingly, his free hand pulling your dress shirt down and off your shoulders, gently undoing your bra, leaving you entirely bare for him and his darling to enjoy. 

“Then, you’ll let us play with you, won’t you, Y/N?” Hongjoong asked softly, his knuckle pressing into your cunt through your thin panties, pinching your clit between his thick fingers. 

“Y-yes, sir, please play with me…I’m all yours…” You were so high on the adrenaline rushing through your veins, that you didn’t even have a chance to think about how fucked up your actions were, or just how fucked up the men you were letting play around with you like you were a simple doll. None of it mattered though. You just wanted to be good. 

And good you were.

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“Oh, sweetheart, look at you,” Hongjoong chuckled at you, amused, holding a melting ice cube inside his fingers, pushing it back onto your stiff, puffy nipple for the nth time, making you shudder and move your hips against the rough leather covering his thigh faster than before, smiling fondly at Seonghwa for a moment who was pressing an ice cube to your bare hot cunt. “So desperate to cum, you’re willing to hump against my thigh like a dog? Huh, baby?” 

“Uh-huh, need to cum…” You were about to beg more when Seonghwa placed the ice cube on your other nipple and rubbed it around, before replacing it with his hot mouth, sucking and licking at your tit, leaving lipstick on your skin, making you gasp out in pleasure. 

“Cum from rubbing your cute little snatch all over my thigh, then…” Hongjoong groaned, pushing Seonghwa’s black bangs back to get a better look, sharing a loving, heated gaze with him, before he brought his mouth to your other tit, sucking and biting on it, being a lot more rough than his gentle counterpart, his diamond encrusted grills cold against your hot skin. 

They continued to rub the ice cubes along your naked, heated body, pressing them into your clit until they melted, taking turns flicking and squeezing it until your moans turned into helpless, garbled whimpers, their mouths lapping at your spit-laced tits, eventually growing a bit more hungry and sucking on either side of your neck, leaving red and purple marks on your sensitive flesh. 

Hearing your whimpering and pleading, Hongjoong chuckled softly, purring with faux pity, “Aww, does our cute little slut need something inside her hole to cum? Is that it?” 

“Yes, please, sir, I need it...” 

“If you’re our little slut, then that makes us Daddy and Mommy, doesn’t it? Address us as such, baby doll.” 

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, still trying to buck your hips forward, Hongjoong’s leather pants sending painful jolts of pleasure through your body, so close to ecstasy that you were about to drool. 

Seonghwa pulled another ice cube out of the empty glass that sat inside Hongjoong’s half-closed hand, letting his lover spread your glistening folds open so that he could fully push an ice cube into your pulsing cunt. “Is that enough for your slutty hole, sweetheart? Or do you need more from Mommy?” 

“M-more, please, m’ so close…!” you begged, a few drops of sweat cascading along your jaw past your straining neck, your half-closed eyes zoning in and out on Seonghwa’s piercing gaze, not even noticing what Hongjoong had handed to him, until you felt something cold and heavy press into you, feeling it fill you up. “O-oh my god…” 

“Is Daddy’s revolver enough for your needy cunt, darling?” Seonghwa asked in a sickly sweet voice, pushing it in and out of your dripping hole, the heavy metal rubbing pleasurably against your tight, clenching walls, his eyes full of perverse desire.

Hongjoong groaned, ready to cum untouched just from watching the love of his life doing something so dirty with one of their underlings, not even sure himself if the gun Seonghwa was fucking you with was loaded or not. “Is my pretty Mommy going to make you cum like this? With my gun shoved inside your slutty little cunt?” 

You could hardly find your breath, let alone the proper words, holding onto both of the men, crying out, “Oh–fuck–shit–”

“Who’s making you cum, princess? Mommy or Daddy?” Hongjoong asked huskily into your ear, pinching one of your nipples roughly in between his calloused fingers, guiding one of hips back and forth with his other hand, smiling playfully at his darling, who had stuck his tongue back into your open mouth, his fingers rubbing your wetness back into your clit, shoving the longest part of the gun inside you. 

“D-daddy, oh my god, Mommy, you both are–f-uckkkk,” you whined out, your eyes rolling underneath your eyelids, a blazing fire erupting inside your core, not realizing you had came all over the both of them until you slowly looked down to see the dark patch you had left on the both of their expensive clothes, along with the couch. 

“Such a messy, messy girl,” Seonghwa cooed softly, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips. It was deep enough that your shared saliva still connected you both, the string of spit disconnecting upon Hongjoong’s intrusion, who grabbed you roughly by the chin to kiss you, before pushing you away to lay one of his darling. 

“Shall we share this pretty doll’s mouth, Mommy?” Hongjoong asked Seonghwa, running his fingers through his slightly damp raven hair, gazing into his loving eyes. 

Seonghwa’s pretty lips curled into a satisfied smile. “I’d love nothing more, Daddy.” 

Hongjoong returned the smile, his diamond studded grills reflecting in the low light of the room, reaching down to his designer belt, unbuckling it in order to free his aching cock, watching Seonghwa do the same. Without a word, he snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor until you got down onto your knees before them, wobbling a bit from the aftershocks of your mind melting orgasm. “You can make Mommy and Daddy cum, can’t you, baby? After everything we’ve given you?”

You nodded your head eagerly, wrapping your fingers around both of their cocks, pursing your lips to send a few wads of spit onto them, lubing them up with your rapidly moving hands. “Anything for my favorite bosses,” you sighed softly, rubbing your cheek along Hongjoong’s cockhead, before you let it slip into your mouth, looking up to them with love and respect in your hooded eyes. 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa shared pleased glances, their hands going to either side of your head to grip it tight, taking turns filling up your mouth and throat until you left more and more spit on their cocks, occasionally ignoring you so that they could taste each other, their heated kiss consisting mostly of tongue and teeth. 

When Seonghwa positioned himself more onto Hongjoong’s lap, you took the opportunity to press their cocks together, pressing your tits around them to let them feel the hot, slick pleasure of it all, closing your drooling mouth around their leaking cockheads the best you could, lapping up their bitter pre cum. “Please cum for me, Daddy, Mommy…” you moaned with your mouth full, not a single thought inside your empty brain. 

Hongjoong chuckled, quite pleased with himself, breathing a little harder than before, his face flush, his hair starting to stick to his forehead. He slung his arm around Seonghwa’s shoulders, playing with a lock of his lover’s hair, giving him a playful, smug smile. “Who knew we’d turn this underling into a drooling cockslut this fast?” 

Seonghwa snuggled into Hongjoong’s arms, his manicured fingers still clutched around the side of your head, his eyes flitting between his lover and your pre-cum stained face, a shaky moan leaving his pretty red lips. “Oh my god, our pretty plaything’s gonna make Mommy cum,” he gasped, gasping once again when Hongjoong began to kiss and lick at his exposed neck. 

Hongjoong kept his hand wrapped up in your hair, tugging at it, watching you speed up your movements, the slick sounds of their joined cocks, his lover’s pretty moans, and your spit-laced lips sucking around their cockheads sent the crime boss over the edge. “Fucking hell, that’s it….”

It was then that your beloved bosses blessed you with a mouth and face full of their sticky load, feeling it slide down your throat and along your sweaty face. “Yum…” you murmured, licking the remaining bits of milkiness from their softening lengths, looking up at the panting men with stars in your eyes.

“That’s a good girl. Now, come here,” Seonghwa cooed, pulling you up from the floor and onto his lap, putting his fur coat around your naked body and running his fingers through your hair, humming gently with his cheek against yours. 

Hongjoong sighed contentedly, resting his head in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck, running his hand across your knee, looking to the both of you with a gentle kindness that many of his men would never know even existed in the first place. “Shall we keep her, my love?” 

Seonghwa continued petting your hair, watching as you curled up against him, already beginning to fall asleep. He thought about your idyllic future together, wanting to dress you up like a little doll in the day, and turn you into a cum-covered mess alongside his sweetheart during the night. His pretty lips formed a smile, sharing it with Hongjoong, his fingers caressing the side of his lover’s cheek. “You read my mind, darling.” 

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[buttercantpickaname]

So, you know that time I rambled about ghosts faling in love with the living? I kinda wrote a little thing.

I’m considering a full story, but considering I never made that far cry one I was gonna do ages ago, I can’t say I will.

But enjoy this, I guess. If I end up making it, then I end up making it.

Hope you like it. But if you don’t… idk that’s fine too, just don’t be mean.

(Also I’m quite tired so sorry if there’s anything really off about it)

I could feel every pair of eyes in the room snap towards me as I stumbled into science class, my face and neck dripping with sweat as I pant like I just ran a marathon. They all could tell something was up with me, though none of them knew what. But I didn’t expect them to. I knew that even if I did try to explain myself, I would be called crazy. A lot of them probably already thought I was.

“You aren’t usually this late. What happened, Oscar?”

Miss Atkins gives me a worried look. I don’t blame her. If I was in her situation, watching a panicked student burst through the door ten minutes into the lesson, sweating like a pig, I would have been concerned, too.

“I uh… guess I lost track of time catching up on homework?”

I can hear the uncertainty in my shaky voice. I knew there was no way she’d believe that. She just gives me a lopsided smile and looks over to my empty seat.

“Please sit down then, Oscar. We’ll discuss your reasons for being late after class.”

The twenty-odd heads turn in my direction, and it’s not until after I sit down that they start to turn their attention away from me, one by one.

I have a test tomorrow, I really should be focusing on this stuff… except I can’t. How could I? I’ve been on edge all day, hoping that break would give me a chance to calm myself down, but of course, that’s when everything went wrong. That’s when I was scared into the bathrooms to hide in a stall for half an hour. That’s when I had realised that I was being watched.

My pencil slips out of my hand, and I flinch as it hits the ground. I sigh, and reach down to pick it up.

That’s when I realise that the pencil wasn’t there.

I look around under the desk. Nothing. I slide out from underneath it, possibly getting a piece of old gum stuck in my hair and I sit back into my chair, but I’m not too concerned about that at the moment.

I’m more concerned about the fact that the pencil is now floating in the air.

I scream. The pencil drops.

Everyone looks up as I get up and run out of the room. I hear whispers, gasps, even some laughter. I don’t focus on any of it. I just need to get out of here. Then I’ll be safe, right?

No. I won’t.

I will never be safe from whoever or whatever is following me. It won’t ever leave me alone.

All I can do is keep running.

***

I drop the pencil as I fall to my knees. Another failure. What made me think I could do this? What made me think he’d ever notice me without running away?

I start to sob as I feel the tears roll down my cheeks. I don’t open my eyes to see if they have left physical drops on the carpet.

I couldn’t count the amount of mistakes I’ve made so far if I tried. For a start, I should have just used the crosswalk. If I had just taken another 50 steps, I would still be alive.

I should’ve stayed away from here. Away from this school. The longer I’ve stayed here, the longer I’ve yearned for Oscar. A relationship that could never be, especially not now that I’ve scared him away.

Which brings me to my third mistake: picking that pencil up.

I can’t believe I had done that. If I had just left it on the ground it would have been fine. I guess I’m still used to the time when people knew I was there. When I was popular, and happy. Or, at least, thought I was.

But it was better than it is now.

Even after all of this, I knew I couldn’t stop. There must be a way to communicate with him somehow. Surely, I can get his attention in a good way, and explain all of this, right?

I wipe my tears and stand up. The classroom around me is still confused. Some shocked, some annoyed, some amused. None of them knowing I was in the room with them.

I stride out the door and into the hallway, turning in the direction of the cafeteria to find Oscar. If I was going to continue to exist on this earth as a ghost, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be alone, that was for sure.

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[ajentmm]

January 2023 Refine Theorycraft

Okay, surprised. I just posted the refines for Altina and Leif ahead of time, without out knowing their remixed skills. Read it here, and I will discuss how that went. Claude and Sirius I've discussed in separated blogs for right here and here, but for convince, I'll just post my theory crafted refines without the descriptive context, in a little bit. That leaves Winter Sothis and Death Knight, who I have planned for. I'll start with them.

Death Knight: The Reaper

5 Star Lvl 40 40/35/25/30/27 Max Invest 49/44/33/39/33

Scythe of Sariel: Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1). If a bonus granted by a skill like Rally or Hone and/or 1 extra space of movement granted by a skill like Armor March or Armored Boots is active on foe, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res+4 to unit during combat and foe cannot make a follow-up attack.

Blazing Flame – Escape Route 3 – Close Guard 3

Oh no! The reaper! He's here! Run for your life! For Death Knight, he needs to be a menace, both impossible to be without nuking before he can counter attack, and can kill you with a single hit. And yet, he comes with Escape Route (because he teleports out of maps when told he's having too much fun), and he only gets bonuses if the foe has bonuses, which he should just be able to kill the foe regardless of their readiness. It's just making you even. So my plan is to make him a "raid boss". A bunch of stats with effects that make him hard to beat, especially with support.

Scythe of Sariel: Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1). If a [Bonus] is active on foe or foe's HP ≥ 75%, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res+4 to unit during combat, foe cannot make a follow-up attack, and inflicts penalty on foe's Atk/Spd/Def/Res during combat = current bonus on each of foe's stats × 2. Calculates each stat penalty independently.

So obviously, the niche condition has been combined with the ever reliable foe's HP>75%. I then added the in-combat panic that Legion had. I can't have him inflicting [Panic] since that converts field bonuses in penalties had thus, doesn't trigger the active [Bonus] condition.

“If foe initiates combat or foe has [Bonus] active, grants bonus to unit's Atk/Spd/Def/Res during combat = 4 + current bonus on each of foe's stats and grant a guarantee follow-up attack. Calculates each stat penalty independently.

So with 8 buffs, he gets 59 Atk (43+Mt.), 33 Spd, 38 Def, 35 Res. This makes also steals the foe's bonuses, which again, they still technically have piled under those in-combat penalties. A unit with + 6 to all stats will have - 6 and Death Knight will get + 6. It's effectively +12. Admittedly, having this much reliance on facing other "raid boss" heroes will not be what I.S. will chose. They might pick another factor like "how many tiles the unit who initiate combat moved", inflict penalties on nearest foes in a 4 tile radius like Jeralt, or grant bonuses if there are foe's in 4 tile radius like Walhart.

Never the less, what he needed was "Guarantee follow-up". When ever you fought him in FE3H (aside from later encounters), he would either have more Applied Speed then your units to follow-up, or he just take no damage because your weapon was too light. So, full omni-breaker is here.

Sothis: Silver Specter

5 Star Lvl 40 44/35/41/30/35 / Max Invest 54/45/51/39/42

Snow's Grace: Neutralizes "effective against dragons" bonuses. Grants Spd+3. At start of combat, if unit's HP ≥ 50%, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res+5 during combat. If foe's Range = 2, calculates damage using the lower of foe's Def or Res.

Sirius: (Cooldown 2) Boosts damage by 30% of unit's Spd. Restores HP = 30% of damage dealt.

Sirius - Distant Counter - Special Fighter 3 - Threaten Atk/Res 3

Winter Sothis's Snow's Grace is just Mythic Sothis's breath refined without the 40% DR and DC. Again, that refining was a letdown. This one might have a chance thou because it's not like you could spend real direct money on this Sothis, especially not on Golden Week of 2021, and she especially was not purchasable twice, with a pack of 77 orbs with 100 Heroic Grails. No. That's not possible.

Snow's Grace: "Neutralizes "effective against dragons" bonuses. Grants Spd+3. At start of combat, if unit's HP ≥ 25%, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res+5 during combat and reduce damage from foe's first attack by 40%. If foe's Range = 2, calculates damage using the lower of foe's Def or Res."

Anyway, since she already has distant counter and has access to DC seal, she doesn’t need that, but I can give her the 40% DR from the first hit. Also, I lowered that HP threshold to 25%.

"If foe initiates combat or foe's HP ≥ 75%, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res+5 to unit, and also, if unit's Spd ≥ foe's Spd, neutralizes effects that guarantee foe's follow-up attacks and prevent unit's follow-up attacks and deal damage = 15% of unit Spd (excluding Area of Effect Specials)."

Yep, that will do. With Enemy Phase Standard, she’s getting +10 to all stats, enough to beat any stat check from Dragon Wall to Dragon Wrath. She then gets full null follow-up and Spd true damage if she is faster than the opponent. Against many tanks, this is an easy number to reach. The true damage also stats with Sirus for 45% of her 61 Speed giving her 27 true damage. And if you're thinking, “Can she have special charging or self-healing too?” Well looky here, Special Fighter 4 does just that.

Leif: Unifier of Thracia

So here's the real Njörun’s Zeal II.

Njörun’s Zeal II: "At the start of turn 1, grants Special cooldown count-1. If unit initiates combat and Special is triggered, grants another action to unit after combat. (Activates after combat where Special is triggered. Once per turn.) When Special triggers, inflicts “restricts movement to 1 space” on unit and Pair Up cohort through their next action."

Okay, thank god.

I know it's under welling to see this tame of a change, especially since the [Gravity] is very limiting to many people. But, Galeforce on a ranged mounted unit is still incredibly good. It's allowed on melee calvary units because there is a change that a terrain tile can protect you. Galeforce on a flying beast is also really good, but those are thankfully rare. This, while also being a rare case, can be further improved with more in-combat supports and extra movement buffs (See the holy ghost Sigurd).

It fine though. With S drink, you can pre-charge to 1 and then trigger the Special, even if you one-shot the opponent. Yes, Guard can stop this but it's a necessary counter. And if you think S drink is only useful in Tempest Trials and want to replace it for Far Trace, Lull Atk/Def, or Vantage, you can. But if your like me, and want both a 1 charge special and a new B slot, the Quicken Pulse seal is what you need.

As for my refine:

Meisterbogen: “Effective against flying foes. Inflicts Spd-5. Unit attacks twice (even if foe initiates combat). If unit initiates combat, foe cannot make a follow-up attack.”

“If unit’s HP ≥ 25%, grant Atk+6 to unit and inflicts Atk-6 on foe during combat, and also, if foe’s HP ≥ 75%, deal damage equal to 10% of foe’s Def (Excluding area-of-effect Specials), reduces damage of foe’s first attack by 40%, and reduce Non-Special effects that “Reduce damage by X%” on unit by 50%”

Everything that is there, stays there. Everything here is to ensure minimal damage and busting through tanks. This makes him different from his Duo! counterpart, in that he's more likely to live (With guaranteed Miracle) than beat a foe that's prepared for enemy phase.

Altina: Dawn’s Trueblade

Ashera’s Chosen II: “Neutralizes “effective against flying” bonuses. If unit is adjacent to only beast or dragon allies, if unit is not adjacent to any ally, or if foe's HP ≥ 75%, grants Atk/Def/Res+9 to unit during combat, and also, if unit's Res > foe's Res, deals damage = 70% of the difference between stats (max 7) and reduces damage from attacks during combat and from area-of-effect Specials * by percentage = difference between stats x 4 (max 40%)."

Oh, I get not adding a whole Chill absorbing effect. That's something you could give to a brand unit hero. I also get having all the effects put into two conditions requiring precise placement and team composition is bad. But you couldn't have my "Remove Beast transformation condition" effect. Sad. I'll have to wait for Soan to appear. What does his human form look like?

Ragnell·Alondite: "Unit can counterattack regardless of foe's range. Grant Def/Res +2. Inflicts Spd-5. Unit attacks twice.(Even if foe initiates combat, unit attacks twice.)"

"If foe initiate combat or foe's HP ≥ 75%, grant Atk/Def/Res + 5 to unit during combat, grants Special cooldown charge +1 to unit per attack (only highest value applied; does not stack)."

As for changes to my predictions for the refine, I am only removing the true damage based on foe's Def. Mythic Altina has the true damage with a cap of 7, which she will likely get, as high Def or dodge tanks will not get nearly as high of Res to her, and Winter Altina can inherit the Finisher skills. And while M! Altina gets Dragon Wall, W! Altina gets . . . Well, she's too slow to use dodge . . . Null C-Disrupt is good . . . Oh right, her Harmonic button gives guaranteed Vantage.

For these to Remix candidates, I won't be guessing their remixed skills in the future. They seem more unpredictable than weapons to me, and it resulted in a lot more writing. I might try it again, but remember, this isn't guaranteed.

(Who am I even writing to? Does anyone even expect consistent from me?)

Anywho, I promise I copy-paste the last two refines. Here's the others:

Claude: The Schemer

Cunning Bow: "Effective against flying foes. Grants Spd+3. When total bonuses on unit + total penalties on foe ≥ 10, inflicts Atk/Spd/Def/Res-5 on foe during combat and neutralizes effects that prevent unit's follow-up attacks."

"If 【Bonus】 is active on unit and 【Penalty】 is active on foe, or if total bonuses on unit + total penalties on foe ≥ 20, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res to unit during combat = 50% of total bonuses on unit and total penalties on foe (max: +12) and if unit deals damage to foe using a Special, restores 30% of unit's maximum HP. (Triggers even if 0 damage is dealt.)"

Sirius: Mysterious Knight

Sable Lance: "Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1). If unit initiate combat or is not adjacent to an ally, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res+5 during combat and restores 7 HP to unit after combat."

"At start of combat, if foe's HP ≥ 50%, reduce foe's Atk/Spd/Def - 5 during combat. Reduces damage from attacks during combat and from area-of-effect Specials (excluding Røkkr area-of-effect Specials) by percentage = 50% of foe's HP at start of combat. (Example: if foe's HP = 75%, damage is reduced by 37%.)"

#Fire emblem heroes #Theorycrafting #refines #game design #fire emblem #monthly refines

[lyrker]

Malevolent Ep 14, “The Desert,” Music Timestamps

John: You Call It Madness (I Call It Love) (Russ Columbo, 1932)

Arthur: Faroes Song (Original piece by Arthur)

Reminiscent: Catagory for all the piano pieces that are not Faroes Song

Total “Faroes Song” count: 3 (5:20, 25:08, 44:20)

Total “You Call It Madness (I Call It Love)” count: 0

Ep 14, “The Desert”

Desert in the Dreamworlds

-3:25 “Reminiscent”

They are overviewing what’s going on. The King is hunting them, and their goal besides evading the King is to escape. 

-5:20 “Faroes Song”

They are wondering why they didn’t come out of the supposed portal they should have when they entered the Dreamlands. The King and his Cultists drew them in. Something went wrong and threw off the course, or someone helping from a different place. Help is what they need. They speak of the Trader and what a “Cana” may be, and how it seems like this person could help. Their goal is made to find a cana

-6:51 “Reminiscent”

They look through the glass the Trader traded them. They see a red stone bluff above a red sandy dune desert. Before the cliff is a tall pale yellow column, maybe with carvings.

-8:50 “Reminiscent”

John says a rather silly quote, and Arthur wonders what aspects of him he reflects that he has forgotten, or what was the King, since John picks up some things from Arthur’s mind.

-9:24 “Reminiscent”

Arthur talks about a vivid dream he had once about cleaning his gun, examining the chambers and seeing them empty, but when he turned the gun to his face it went off and he woke up panicked. Arthur wonders how he was surprised in that moment, since it was his dream, saying there must have been some connection to have the gun go off, yet still despite it being his decision he was surprised when he woke up.

-14:40 “Reminiscent”

Arthur teases John for thinking more like an investigator, and John says “If i’m choosing who I want to be now, might as choose someone useful,” that he’s trying to rewrite parts of himself. Arthur reminds that their goal is still to separate, and asks him not to forget this is a temporary situation.

-16:31 “Reminiscent”

They sit in front of a large crack in the wall. It moves the opposite direction of where they want to go, and it has a chance of dropping straight down. They decide they will not search it, needing to be singularly focused since the King is after them.

-19:43 “reminiscent”

John describes what he sees in the crevice. Rotted creatures looking as if they were part of a large insect in infancy, like large maggots, and bones, not exactly human but human-like. Arthur is keen to leave now.

-24:16 “Reminiscent”

Arthur is mad and frustrated and lost in “John's plane of reality.” John says “that’s what you really feel.” Arthur is mad, reminding him that this is losing for him, that he is still a prisoner to John. John says “you still think i’m the king”

-25:08 “Faroes Song”

Arthur says he still Is the king, not allowed to deny it because he changed. He says to grow and change for the better, but own your mistakes. Arthur says sorry, forget he said anything, he’s just tired. John mentions the terrain behind changing.

John says Arthur is right. He says he’s been keen to push past and leave the revelation, but that’s unfair. Arthur is just mad and tells him to just drop it.

-27:56 “Reminiscent”

They’ve dropped the subject of Johns past, Arthur asking him to talk about something else. John begins to describe the terrain around them. Arthur talks about loving to roll down sand mounds when he was a kid, at Perry’s Cove, even taking Faroe. He stops John before he can ask anything.

The person they saw earlier is at the now at the top of the dune they just walked down. It’s following them, but John never saw it move.

-36:36 “Reminiscent”

Arthur asks why the Knights are helping. The Knight points to the books from Arthur’s bag. The book with the Yellow Symbol is the symbol of John (The King), it has info that they need. However the Knight is pointing to the book on Shub-Niggurath. The music changes to another piano song at

36:54. The sky is dark as the Knights lead them.

-38:07 “Reminiscent”

They have stopped and point to a building. The knights will not go any further. Arthur asks for help, asks that there must be something else they can do. The large knight gives them an ancient coin. The knights leave.

-40:18 “Reminiscent”

They wonder why the Knights helped them. At the very least they showed them a place to hide for the night.

-41:10 “Reminiscent”

The building is an apartment, like a normal apartment that would be in any place in Arkham, bed, table, chairs, and a broken radio. The room is covered in sand, the windows look out to nothing.

-44:20 “Faroes Song”

John reads the letter they found in the apartment. It talks about the persons wife, realizing she is dead just like in the real world. The place has ways of manipulation. People who hold power drain your mind and play with what you believe is real, “just like Antoine did.”

They did not realize, somehow, that they were not home in Arkham. They speak of a promise they have to try and keep. They say they will find and protect her, and won’t let them “hurt your daughter, Emily. I will find us a way home again.”

The letter ends with “Good luck, Henry. I hope to see you again.”

The signature is Frank Underhill.

-47:50 “Reminiscent”

Arthur ponders on everything. The soldiers, Antoine who trapped them, Frank who tried to protect Emily and failed, meaning he never escaped. Arthur says that won’t be them. They say goodnight, and a guttural, horrific voice says “Anna Stanczyk”

#yes the reminiscent ones ARE important to ME they provide CONTEXT #they are summaries #is anna stanczyk the same anna as amanda’s friend #oh no . #malevolent podcast #malevolent #Lyrker Unlurks: Malevolent

[theveryworstthing]

So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.

The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class.  I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.

I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.

Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.

10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.

The Parents

From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.

Or while it was still bleeding.

If she was into that.

Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.

Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.

And he always gets his due.

He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.

Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~

Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.

Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.

This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.

Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?

Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.

Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.

What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.

Mortesha would know.

The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.

Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.

The Children

Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.

Anyway.

Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!

Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.

Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got  natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.

I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace.  I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.

Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.

She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.

Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.  

That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.

Annnnyway.  This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.

#long post #the addams family #Character Design #au #design challenge #i am incapable of doing a design challenge like a normal person #oh god i forgot the cut lol

[aggravatetheaxe]

Hey! Saw your post and saw you said you were upsettie spaghetti so I wanted to cheer you up!

Slashers who stop everything they’re doing because their “My S/O needs me” senses are tingling and go to their rescue to comfort their angry s/o?

I was hoping to come up with A way for you to get your emotions out through your writing- 😅

Hope you feel better! 🖤

I've never done a post in this style before so hopefully I do okay! I think I covered pretty much all the slashers I write for so far (I didn't do Billy Lenz because I still need to read the novelization). I may have gone way overboard, so if I do these in the future, I'll probably just pick a few instead of doing the whole roster 😅 (or you can pick for me). But doing this much work did distract me!

Above the cut:

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Included below the cut:

Michael Myers (OG)

Jason Voorhees

Leslie Vernon

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Erik ("The Phantom")

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC slasher)

Kathleen Montgomery (OC slasher)

Masterlist

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Bo Sinclair

Despite being autistic, Bo is very in tune with peoples auras and body language. He has to be to manipulate and deceive people with any modicum of success. He's trained himself when it comes to these things; even besides masking or manipulation, he needed to be keenly aware of when his parents were in Bad Moods so he could either avoid them or prepare himself.

The mood he's probably best at when it comes to this, for those reasons, is anger. He can smell anger a mile away. So if you're fuming, you better believe he notices.

At first he's annoyed and will demand to know what your problem is. He's not a very tolerant person, and he can be a bit of a hypocrite. He's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but when it comes to others having big, messy feelings ... he's not so comfortable with that. He gets overwhelmed.

Once he realizes that this is more than an attitude problem, he'll take it much more seriously. And assuming you're not mad at him, he'll want the rundown on the whole situation from beginning to end. He wants all the dirt.

He'll let you rant, and honestly, he'd think you being this angry (when it's not directed at him, but even still sometimes) is kind of sexy. And don't expect him to shut his mouth, either; he'll be ranting right along with you, affirming you and insulting whomever/whatever you're angry about.

He doesn't wanna cuddle. He genuinely thinks you can't cuddle anger away. He'll put on some loud-ass music and let you vent your frustration however you prefer. Maybe suggest a long drive down to the lake or into town or just ... picking a direction and going. He has fantasies of running away from his anger sometimes. He knows how it is.

Depending on what you're angry about, it could definitely get to the point where he's angrier about the situation than you are. And if it really hurt you, he will not let it go as long as he lives. The best he will ever do is maintain a grudging neutrality or distance from the person/situation that made you angry.

He's very protective. If you're angry at someone you need to maintain a relationship with, you're going to have to keep an eye on Bo to make sure he doesn't deliver revenge for you behind your back. If it's something he can solve, he'll do it, so if you don't want him running his mouth, watch him.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in the same boat as Bo when it comes to sensing auras, though his handle on body language and facial expressions is not as keenly honed. While Vincent was not physically abused as brutally or as often as Bo, this wasn't because of some sterling quality he had that Bo lacked. He was always The Good One because he saw what his parents did to The Bad One and knew he needed to protect himself. He tried not to do anything that might provoke his parents.

You can feel anger before a fight like you smell ozone before a storm. Vincent is attuned to the feeling not just because of his parents but because of Bo's temper, too. Because of this, like Bo, he can very accurately sense anger in particular.

His initial reaction is to observe you, gauging if you need time to cool off. If you need space, Vincent is the Sinclair for you. He's used to being quiet and deflecting and riding out anger.

However, once he realizes that your anger is not directed at him or isn't explosive enough to become a problem for him, he's concerned. Rather than asking what happened, he will ask if you're okay, and leave it up to you whether you'll tell him about it or not.

If you vent, he'll sit and listen patiently, maybe even thoughtfully working on a sculpture while you rant. He's not judgemental and he can be very emotional himself, so you could say the most ridiculous, dramatic things and he wouldn't even bat an eye. Let out all your messy, destructive thoughts and feelings. Just try not to throw or punch anything; that's when he shuts down.

If you decide you just want comfort, or decide you need comfort after ranting, art is his first suggestion. It may seem cold to you at first, that his instinct isn't to hold you or kiss you but rather to redirect you to a project - once you got to know him, however, you'd know that's his most genuine way to show he cares. Redirecting to something creative calms him down more than platitudes ever could, and he wants that for you. He's nonjudgmental about the art you create as well, even if it's objectively terrible. It's not about the quality.

He won't turn you down if you need physical affection, however. His twin is extremely tactile, so it wouldn't be the first time he held someone after a breakdown. He prefers to do this if he's certain you won't lash out physically, but if you were in a really bad way and needed to be touched, he'd do it regardless.

Lester Sinclair

Lester witnessed his parents' anger, but it was usually indirectly; if Bo was the Bad One and Vincent was the Good One, he was the Overlooked One. He's not a perfect person, probably not even a good person, but of the three brothers, he's the most normally socialized. He isn't trained to be tuned into everyone's every shifting mood in order to survive.

It takes Lester a little longer to pick up on your anger than his brothers, but not too much longer. It takes him a couple tries at trying to talk to you or get your attention before he realizes something is really wrong.

His first reaction is to get upset. He soaks up emotions like a little sponge, so he's suddenly cranky, too. He also jumps to conclusions and assumes that you're angry with him, and he does not take rejection well. He might be bitter and passive aggressive. You being angry just makes him want to go in another room and not be around you, and yet at the same time, he wants your reassurances. It's messy and sad.

Once he realizes - either through observing you or through you communicating with him - that you're mad at another person or situation, then he'll feel comfortable enough to approach you and ask you about it. You'll definitely need to reassure him that you're not mad at him though.

If you wanna rant, he'll take you on a long drive and let you vent your heart out to him. He won't be quite as aggressive as Bo, but he'll be on your side, frowning with disapproval, telling you "Ya can't fix stupid." If you want only comfort or need comfort after venting, he feels much more equipped for that. He'll put something relaxing in the VHS or let you play his old Super Nintendo, get you a beer, just let you chill out. And he'll let you win at Doctor Mario.

If the situation is something really serious, you best believe he'll be talking to his brothers about it the second he gets a chance. He may be a sweet guy, but he can be real nasty, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to you. You might have to keep an eye out to make sure he doesn't tell someone off or punch out someone's lights.

Michael Myers (OG)

In 1978, Michael is not very in tune with any emotions besides fear, and even then he only really understands it in an abstract way, as his condition and upbringing haven't really been conducive to him learning about emotions. Unless you're screaming in terror, have tears running down your face, or are shouting angrily, he really can't read your moods. Without any obvious change to how you normally act or look, there's a huge chance he might just not notice if you're angry. He spends a lot of time in his own little world.

In 2018, even though he's spent over 50 years institutionalized, Michael has had time to take in the world, and he's seen a lot more. He understands fear much more than he did when he was 21, but what he understands most of all is anger. His anger fuels him. He would pick up on yours right away and be curious, though he wouldn't verbalize it.

If you tell him how you feel, he'll take note of it. If he witnesses you doing something destructive because of your anger, he'll simply observe. He would be fascinated with this thing you're doing, because it's not something you normally do, and though he might not notice emotions, he certainly notices routine and pattern. Either way, you'll have to tell him how you feel, because he'll simply watch you otherwise.

One thing that can be said for Michael is that he's a good listener. He may not internalize everything you say, but he will remember what he thinks is important. You may be surprised; he may remember tiny little details that seem inconsequential to you but loom large in his mind.

Unless you were caused serious physical or mental harm, he would not be angry on your behalf. He would, however, do nothing to assuage your anger. He thinks it would be kinda neat and interesting to see you snap. He's not 100% sure why you don't just do it.

In 1978, he won't be much help beyond listening to you, but he would be curious to see what you do to vent your anger. You may find him by your side more often, observing you. He may also want to find and observe the object of your anger, especially if it's a person. In 2018, he would, in his own way, suggest you solve the problem by murdering someone/something. He's insatiable, but killing is the closest he's ever come to satisfaction. You should try it.

Jason Voorhees

Out of all of the slashers, Jason is the most likely to actually literally sense your anger, especially if you're psychically sensitive/powerful like Tina Shepard. I'm talkin'—assuming you have a pre-established relationship—he'll be doing something else and just get this itch that tells him you're out there somewhere, pissed off.

Obviously this is untenable. As long as he's not super busy or Pamela has other plans, Jason will stomp his way through the woods to get back to you, regardless of the urgency of your anger. If Pamela doesn't approve, well, he'll let a little anger go and assume you're okay. If he suspects you may be in danger, though, he's sprinting regardless of what Mom says. There's time for both things, Ma!

The first thing he'll do when he returns to you is scan your dwelling, then you, making sure nothing is broken. At that point, you'd probably be able to sense his confusion even without him signing. Jason doesn't experience emotions quite like a human anymore, and he's quite tactile besides, so a lack of tangible or visible clues as to why you're upset would trip him up for a second.

He doesn't want to comfort you at first, he wants to know what's wrong. He'll listen to you vent only long enough to understand the situation and identify his target. His immediate next move would be to eliminate the problem. You'll definitely have to hold him back, and it may take a bit of convincing. Earthly consequences don't really apply to him.

Before comfort comes blowing off steam, for you and for him. His first choices would be mangling some trees (you can pretend it's for firewood) or skipping/throwing stones into the lake. You're welcome to join him if those things calm you down; watching him get his stone to skip like 11 times on Crystal Lake may make you feel better, at least.

You might hang out there for hours before he suddenly decides it's time to go home. He'll do what he can to make your comfortable or stay out of your way while you make yourself comfortable, then comfort you as you please. His go-to choice is always foot or hand massages.

Leslie Vernon

Leslie is extremely observant and surprisingly analytical given how silly he is in the day to day. His intuition makes it pretty easy for him to read people, but especially you, since you two are so close. Especially-especially if you're his Survivor Girl (gender neutral term of course). You two are in sync, so he knows if something's up. Maybe even before you fully figure it out.

God, you're so hot when you're angry, you really are. He almost wants to let you scream and holler and go nuts. But he prefers you only get angry like that at him, especially if you're his Survivor Girl, so his first move is to comfort you or talk you down to a place where you can be comforted. He'll speak to you calmly and rationally, reassuring you and touching you if you wanna be touched—on your upper arms or shoulders or face, or with one arm around your back.

He doesn't just want to comfort you, though, he wants to calm you down enough that you can tell him what happened. Even if you claim you don't want to talk about it, he will coax it out of you eventually. He's gotta know what got you so upset. It's his business to know everything about you!

Assuming you're angry at someone/something that isn't him, he'll talk it through with you. If you're upset about an argument with someone, he has the capacity to see it from the other side, but ultimately, he's there for you. He'll let you bitch as much as you want, still touching you, and he'll be disgusted and/or disappointed with the situation.

Above all, though, what he wants is to see you smile again. The only worries on your mind should be the ones he comes up with, and man, he's not even halfway done grooming the next batch of unlucky teenagers. He'd pat your face or touch your hair and tell you to cheer up, and probably defuse the situation with a stupid quip or joke. Take you out somewhere fun, maybe.

Once you were cheered up, he'd humbly suggest you solve your problem with a little murder. "I mean, I know killing's not really your thing—you're really good at it, though, a talent! You know that..." Pause, considering you. "You want me to do it? 'Cause I can clear my schedule for the rest of the night." If you decline, he'd be like "Suit yourself" but may or may not still murder whoever upset you. If you agree, he'd be super excited to make a romantic night of it. His mind would be going a million miles an hour planning everything out.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy knows anger when he sees it. Not only does he have loads of internalized anger, he's been on the receiving end of it plenty. He's far too large to be scared of anyone in a physical sense anymore, but he's been shouted at countless times. To know when to shut up and do as he's told versus arguing back, he's learned to gauge intensity and direction of anger, and he well knows that anger can be redirected to him.

So, he instantly recognizes your mood, but it might be a while before he approaches you. When he does approach, he'll let you decide what to do, whether that's throwing your arms around him or banging your fists on his chest to vent your anger. You won't hurt him.

Eventually, once you're all hugged or cried or screamed out, he'll wrap his arms around you and give you a reassuring squeeze. There's no need to tell Tommy what's wrong—he won't ask unless you're obviously in serious distress or injured—but if you decide to speak, he'll listen, brows drawn tightly the whole time. He's thoughtful about the situation.

If you're mad at someone in his family, there isn't much he can do for you besides comfort you and assure you that whoever upset you—Hoyt, probably—didn't mean what they said. If you were hurt physically, it would be another story, but his family gets in shouting matches all the time.

Rather than offering help, he'd wait for you to request it of him. Whatever you ask, shy of hurting his family, he will do. Murder someone? No problem. Make you some food? You got it. Bring you a blanket? Sure. Give you some quiet alone time? That's fine, too.

If you need to vent, he's got plenty of ways to get out your frustration. Plenty of farm work to do, or you could work on something around the house with him. He might suggest knitting or sewing or some other handicraft you enjoy. It always makes him feel better to buckle down and use his hands for something.

If you're still preoccupied/upset by the time you two bed down, or heaven forbid the next morning, then he starts taking it more seriously. Something that disturbs you for that long is bad news. He'll watch you carefully the next couple days to see how you're doing, waiting for you to need him for something.

Bubba Sawyer

Like Tommy, Bubba has been on the receiving end of anger many, many times, so he's familiar with what it looks and feels like. Despite his size, he's still susceptible to physical violence at the hands of his loved ones, so he's very wary of anger.

However, he doesn't have a female presence in his life like Luda Mae, who expresses her anger through passive aggression—so, he's more used to shouting and screaming. If you aren't prone to screaming and shouting, it might take a little bit for him to realize you're not just sad or upset, you're angry.

Bubba will be over you. He'd give anyone else their space because he'd be afraid of retaliation, but you're his special person, and he's pretty sure you're not going to hurt him. He'll touch your hair, your arms, your wrists; he'll babble as he tries to figure out what's wrong. He just wants to comfort you and let you know everything is all right.

If it's too much or you're overwhelmed and you snap at him, he'll ease back. He'll blubber like a kicked puppy, but he won't give up. He'll still try to comfort you, just in other ways, such as getting you a comfort item or article of clothing, or maybe some food. And boy will he helicopter.

There's no need to tell Bubba what's wrong. In fact, it might be better if you didn't; if it's something he can't fix, it would do nothing but majorly stress him out. If it was one of his family members who upset you, as with Tommy, he wouldn't be able to do much. Even if you were hurt, he's just not in a position to stand up for you. That fact would absolutely kill him, though. He'd end up getting even more upset than you.

He doesn't know what help to offer you beyond comfort, but like Tommy, if you requested something specific, he'd try to carry out your wishes. He'll also try to cheer you up with some music and dancing, or just being silly like you like.

Need to blow off steam? He's got plenty of coping mechanisms! Bubba's idea of a perfect de-stress session is turning up the radio and getting lost in crafts. He's got lots of supplies, mostly to create clothing and accessories, and you're special, so you can have your pick. A drive and the radio might be nice, too. If neither of those appeal to you, he'll try cooking or baking with you. He loves sharing the kitchen with someone.

If none of that works and you're still upset, be prepared, because he's gonna be an anxious mess until you're better.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is somewhat familiar with other people's anger. He certainly has a whole fountain of internalized anger brewing just beneath the surface, but that's different. He knows that when Mummy is angry, she yells and cries, and when Daddy is angry, he seethes and stews. The former would be obvious to him, but the latter would take him a few minutes to be quite sure about. You're not acting how you usually do. Are you being stern or are you angry? Are you cross with him?

He does not have a lot of empathy for other people, so if your anger gets in the way of his routine or the attention he wants, he'll be irked, cranky, sad. Not necessarily at you—though that is possible—but the situation in which you find yourselves.

Much like Bo, he's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but it makes him uncomfortable and scared when other people have those feelings. He might even hide from you for a while, especially if you screamed and cried.

Once he realizes something is really wrong and you're not mad at him, however, he'll start thinking of ways to cheer you up so things can go back to normal. He hates having his routine interrupted; he's very particular. And he cares for you, so seeing you in distress is very scary and uncomfortable for him.

He'll start by fetching you something you like—something manageable for him like your favorite juice or a sandwich, or if you have a special item or article of clothing, that. He's quite shy, though, and like I said, he'll probably be hiding, so he'll leave it somewhere he knows you'll find it (on the bed, outside your door, on your desk, etc.)

If that doesn't calm you down and your anger is really getting in the way of his routine, or otherwise making him uncomfortable, he'll finally make an appearance. Very bashful and timid at first, using his little boy voice. "What's wrong, Y/N? Did something bad happen?"

If it's something that can't be helped, he'll suggest you do something together to take your mind off it (most likely something he likes to do). He may even be coaxed into taking a walk around the grounds, though he doesn't like to leave the manor at all, so you'd have to convince him. He prefers quiet playtime, maybe some coloring books or loud music to vent your emotions. It would intrigue him to see someone else use his toys to calm down. As long as you recognized he was being very nice, sharing them.

If it was an argument you had with someone, he would want more information. Are they likely to leave you alone, or will they come to the manor? Will he have to deal with them? Because it's scary, but he'll do it for you.

If, for some reason, none of those things work, he may cry or throw a fit. Either way, he'll be frustrated. Adult Brahms may make an appearance and try to help you in more Adult ways.

Erik

Though he lives five cellars beneath an opera house now, Erik hasn't always been entirely reclusive. Even these days, when he can stomach it, he sometimes goes out to see the world. As a younger man, he observed people's lives and moods with a hungry fascination (that has now mostly been replaced by melancholy and longing and bitter anger). Like several of the other slashers here, he's had to train himself to sense fury to protect himself. He's also incredibly wrathful, so you could call him an expert!

He has a very keenly honed sense when it comes to you specifically, since he's watched you so much. He notices the change in your demeanor immediately.

If you know him as the "Angel of Music," his voice will appear to you once you're alone, asking you what's wrong and assuring you you can confide in him—he will insist you tell him, though. "There are to be no secrets between us, Y/N." He will listen without interjection as you vent your heart out, and when you're done, soothe you. Don't let his calming voice deceive you, though; behind that mirror, he's seething, planning to take matters into his own hands.

If you know him as Erik, he will go to you the second he recognizes the shift in your mood and take you from what you're doing, regardless of your wishes. He'll sit you down, kneeling before you with your hands in his, and gaze into your eyes, imploring you to tell him what's wrong. He'll absolutely allow you physical comfort, but he will also absolutely insist you tell. He'll need reassurance that you're not angry at him, because that thought would break his heart.

He will let you vent however you wish. You could have the most dramatic breakdown ever—throwing things, beating your fists on his chest, wailing—and he wouldn't judge you. He would be awfully concerned, though.

Will be 110% on your side. You are his poor little meow meow. "My poor love, my poor Y/N!" He is beside himself with sympathy for you and you only, and is very offended on your behalf.

He will always suggest music as an outlet for your anger, but he will have taken note of your other hobbies and interests as well. He'll fetch your things for you without being asked, as long as it won't separate him from you for very long. If you'd rather just have comfort, that's fine, too. He could hold your hand and caress your face for hours on end under normal circumstances, so no problem there. He may also suggest a little time on the surface, if you normally live in his home. Fresh air will do you both good, he reasons, and he enjoys spending time with you where others can witness it. It fills him with pride and love.

Otherwise, he's at your service for any other soothing activities you need. A calming bath, some sweets, shopping, anything. Perhaps avoid asking for any sexual contact, however. First of all, being asked directly makes him very skittish and nervous; second of all, his method of love-making (when you can coax him) is very intimate and tender, which may be tedious if you're in an angry mood.

Unless the situation is extremely serious or dire, his first priority is making sure you're soothed. Once that duty is fulfilled, however, he is absolutely angrier about it than you are. If it's not that serious, he won't skip straight to killing, if only because he knows it upsets you. He will definitely be writing an extremely strongly worded letter, however. If someone slighted you seriously, they're getting threatened. If someone hurt you physically, they're meeting the Punjab lasso.

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Deacon definitely knows when people are angry. His step-mom was a passive-aggressive laundry-folder and his dad was a storming out of the house kinda guy; when the two of them were together, they were all hushed but heated arguments at night when they thought he couldn't hear them, or else extremely embarrassing passive-aggressive arguments in public. Growing up, he found himself around a lot of angry people. And there's no shortage of anger in him, either.

So yeah, Deacon knows when people are pissed, and he knows when people are pissed at him. The thing is, he just thinks it's fucking hilarious. He was that kid that would goad peers and teachers just to be an asshole and had virtually no friends as a result. He's a menace on the internet, too: a horrible troll for no reason, stirring the pot even when he doesn't have a stake in the argument. He's trained himself to find people's weak spots so he can strike at them. He does it to make himself feel more in control of his life and his own anger.

So when you're ticked off, he's gonna notice the change immediately. If you made a vent post on social media, he probably knows you're angry before you even see him. He follows all your social media (even if you don't realize it) and checks it constantly. He'd call you out of curiosity to ask what happened. He's open about his stalking tendencies: "I saw your post, babe, who do I need to stab?"

If you otherwise come home angry, he'll be up on his feet, following you around the house and pestering you, trying to get you to tell him what's wrong. If you try to hug him, he won't push you away, but he'll be distracted, trying to needle answers out of you the whole time.

There's no question in his mind as to whether or not you're angry at him. He just assumes you're not; he has a pretty good handle on how you act when you're angry at him specifically.

He'll let you rant all day if you want. You could talk about the shit that's pissed you off for hours and he'd still listen. Outwardly, he might poke you a bit and play devil's advocate for the other side of the argument, if there is one. This is purely for the purposes of being a little shit.

Internally, he's already going down his pre-murder checklist. If it was someone at work, they're dead. Someone in the neighborhood, dead. Online? It'll take a couple days, but they're dead. Even if you're not angry at anyone in particular, just a situation, he'll find someone to menace. He'd walk through fire for your approval.

He's not good with soft, emotional comfort, so instead he'll try to think of something to help you let off steam. His go-to is something competitive, especially if it involves you chasing each other. A Nerf or water gun war, a PVP game with you on opposite sides. He'll put up a good fight, but you always kick his ass.

Once the immediate situation is addressed and you've ranted your heart out to him, he can't keep his hands off you. "Seeing you all pissed off drives me crazyyyyyy." He's grinning, brown eyes sparkling. "Come onnnnn ... I'll get it off your mind!"

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC)

Courtney is a hunter of all manner of game, so he's used to interpreting non-verbal cues and body language—when an animal is in distress, when an animal is about to attack, etc. His grandfather was a very angry man, as well, in a simmering sort of way. He would seethe about something before suddenly delivering one decisive strike. Courtney himself is not a particularly angry man, unless some prey is really giving him a hard time, but he can read your body.

If you come home angry, he'll stop in the middle of what he's doing and watch you, still and quiet, just confirming his suspicions. If you leave the room he's in to go collapse on the sofa or something, he'll follow you, looming over you and waiting for you to tell him what's wrong. He's patient.

If you want to vent, he'll sit and listen thoughtfully, doing something with his hands while you speak—probably cleaning his gun or some other weapon. He doesn't look at you. He wouldn't demand greater context to the situation but he would ask "Why?" and "Who?" until he understood Enough.

If you want comfort, he'll sprawl on the couch and let you lay on top of him. He'll probably pull a blanket on top of you to try and encourage a nap. If the nap doesn't make you feel better, he's feeding you protein. Do you like homemade jerky?

Sex is also on the table (not literally ... unless). He's found it's a great way to blow off steam, and he's more than happy to make all worries, troubles, and other thoughts go away for a little bit. Expect that to be the rest of your night, though, because he doesn't do quickies.

Generally, he trusts you to handle your own shit, so he would be more focused on you than whatever made you feel the way you do. However, if days passed and you were still angry/upset/sad, or if it plunged you into a breakdown or was an otherwise extremely serious situation ... just give him a target. It's up to you, but if you tell him to take the shot, it'll be quick and clean. If you're unable to make the decision, he'll decide for you without hesitation.

Kathleen Montgomery (OC)

I'm still developing her so this one won't be as in-depth and is subject to change.

Kath makes it her business to know everything about you. Chances are she's seen you explode screaming while stalking you ... chances are, if you've been in a relationship for a while, she's made you explode screaming. She knows what you look like when you're angry. Besides, she's strong for her size, but she often has to take down people who are much bigger and stronger than her; she uses manipulation and trickery to help ease that divide, so she's good at reading people.

Like Deacon, she also monitors all your social media, so if you made a vent post, she already knows you're in a shitty mood before you come home. Unlike Deacon, she doesn't tell you how she knows, so you're left to assume she's just all knowing. Considering her god complex, that works for her.

She'd probably text you to come home, and she expects you to answer. If you're unable to come home, she'll call you to ask what's wrong.

Once you're together, she wants to know everything about the situation. Even as you're speaking, she's already on her phone or laptop, looking up the people involved. Instead of getting mad on your behalf, she laughs. She's a fan of emphasizing how pathetic or weak the opposition is.

She takes your feelings on the subject seriously, but everyone else in the situation? Insects. Not even worthy of your time or concern, let alone hers. You're obviously in the right here (even if you're not). She'll tell you as much, and say some pretty intense, over-the-line things about whomever/whatever you're angry at.

Overall, however, she's calm and collected about the situation. Your bout of anger is a chance to get you to be reckless with her. She'll do your hair and makeup and dress you up nice, then take you out. Fast driving, drinking, baiting people at bars, menacing neighborhoods ... maybe a little killing, if you'd like.

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Masterlist

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[uwuwriting]

Boyfriend w/ Megumi, Itadori and Gojo

Request: hii I just read your jujutsu nightmares piece and oh my god I am indeed a very simple simp and your writing just makes my heart go uwu so may I maybe req a very soft, fluffy s/o for Megumi, Itadori Sato and maybe Sukuna if you write for him? I hope it's not too much, thank uu <3 - anonymous

I can’t get enough of the JJK content, I love them so much my heart can’t take it. Sadly I don’t write for Sukuna *I think I mention it in my rules but I’m not sure*, he pissed me off big time in the manga so yeah sorry about that. Really all the curses have kinda pissed me off but that’s a story for another day lmao. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: boyfriend things lol, fluff, maybe some angst sprinkled on top but not a lot. 

Fushiguro Megumi 

-Megumi reminds me of Suna from Haikyuu. 

-Like a lot. 

-He will put effort in the relationship of course but he won’t flaunt it around in everybody’s faces. 

-Yes he has a s/o and yes he is in love but in his book that should be mostly kept in between you two, no one else has to know. 

-So at first your relationship isn’t really acknowledged by the others. 

-It’s so subtle at casual that everyone around you thinks that you’re merely best friends and close to each other. 

-Only Makki knows that you two are a thing since she sees how you worry and take care of him after he has been injured. 

-It’s different from platonic concern and she knows what’s going on. 

-Plus she saw you steal a kiss one time and that sealed the deal. 

-Eventually the others figure it out and they are losing their shit, for completely different reasons though. 

-Nobara can’t believe Megumi got a s/o before she did. 

-Gojo is hurt because neither of you said anything and he has been trying to hook you up for the past two years now. 

-Itadori is just confused because he thought that you were like that to everyone. 

-Now PDA is non-existent with this one. 

-He doesn’t feel comfortable touching you in public even if it’s a small peck. 

-He prefers showing his love behind closed doors or through acts of service. 

-So expect to find multiple bentos waiting for you in the kitchen each morning or a hot bath on the ready when you come back from a long mission. 

-You are okay with the no PDA rule, your only request is that he at least hold your pinkie when you need it. 

-It grounds you and who is he to say no to that?

-During missions he doesn’t underestimate your strength and let’s you do your thing. 

-He only interferes when you ask for help or when he notices that you’re extremely overwhelmed. 

-He doesn’t smother you and you are eternally grateful for that. 

-Training sessions between the both of you are brutal. 

-Neither holds back and you're left a panting, sweating mess at the end, crawling to your respective rooms to change before you settle for a movie later that afternoon.

-If either of you gets injured it’s mama bear time. 

-You need to change your bandages? Megumi has already taken out the kit and all the essentials. 

-He needs to take some meds to calm the pain in his ribcage? You have the pills in hand. 

-He is a shy boy so even in private he hesitates to touch you. 

-Don’t get him wrong he loves holding you and feeling you close to him but he is also afraid he will make you uncomfortable or overstep. 

-So you will be the one initiating cuddle session during the first months of your relationship. 

-After a while he will simply pick you up and carry you to his bed for cuddles if he needs them without uttering a word the whole time. 

-Good morning/Goodnight kisses are a must. 

-It’s a ground rule that he follows religiously since day one. 

-It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple peck on his lips or a passionate kiss, he just wants to get a kiss before starting/ending the day. 

-Sleeps on his stomach with an arm always draped over your waist. 

-Isn’t really into the whole sleeping on each other thing but he won’t say no to being the big spoon or even better the little spoon. 

-He gets flustered when you kiss his knuckles or trace patterns on his palms. 

-He knows his hands are rough from all the training but after your touch they feel tender and gentle. 

-Prefers indoor dates rather than outdoor ones. 

-His favorite  is cooking dinner together and then cuddling on the couch *in hopes you won’t get interrupted by Gojo*.

-The only thing he dislikes about the whole relationship thing is the teasing he receives from Gojo. 

-He is ready to rip his ears off. 

-Boy has murder on his mind 24/7 and it is all directed to his mentor.

-Gojo noticed that Megumi had you as his wallpaper ONCE and now it’s game over for your boyfriend. 

-The thing is that you don’t get teased as much and he is *salty*. 

Itadori Yuuji

-He is such a lovable boy, how could you NOT fall in love with him?

-Your relationship is naturally effortless. 

-Everything flows so naturally and without even trying you two have formed such an unbreakable bond that not even Sukuna himself can tether even if he tried. 

-Many MANY spontaneous trips to the nearest convenience store at 3 am.

-Oh you are craving some popcorn? Well go on, get your shoes, we are going grocery shopping. 

-Won’t hesitate to do anything for you and when I say anything I mean it. 

-He ditched Gojo once because you had bad period pains and said you needed cuddles. 

-What cruel creature would he be if he denied his beautiful girlfriend her cuddles??? 

-Sukuna has cockblocked you two and has ruined your cuddles on multiple occasions. 

-From weird noises to rude comments to interrupting Yuuji’s thoughts with random shit. 

-Real party crasher. 

-Yuuji’s love language is touch mainly so expect a shit load of hugs and kisses. 

-Won’t let go of your hand while you are out in public. 

-If he can’t hold your hand he will place his palm in the small of your back or wrap his arm around your shoulders/waist. 

-It’s a physical need. 

-He has to be touching you at all times because that reminds him that you are truly here beside him and that you are okay. 

-The sorcerer's life has already taken a toll on his mentality and he hates leaving you alone so most of the time you go on conjoined missions. 

-Unlike Megumi he tries to protect you during fights by all means. 

-He doesn’t do it because he sees you as weak and in need of protection it’s just an instinct that he can’t control at all. 

-He will put himself in immense danger, taking all the blows just so you can leave the scene unscathed. 

-You have scolded him on his complete disregard of his own life and the tears that pooled in his eyes as he explained that his body moves on its own when he sees anything darting towards you, breaks your heart. 

-If you kiss the little marks under his eyes all his worries fly out the nearest window. 

-He forgets about everything around him, about the looming threat of his imminent execution, the only thing on his mind are your lips on his cheekbones and your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks. 

-If you pepper him in too many kisses he will begin his own assault by first tackling you to the floor or the bed and capturing you in a hug before the smooches begin. 

-He has a tendency to leave hickies on your neck which you struggle to cover each morning and you are always real close to glaring at him when he beams like the sun itself at you in the morning but your mild anger fades the moment his lips meet yours. 

-You have your suspicions that he knows what he is doing with that, he knows his kisses make you weak so he uses them to his advantage. 

-Will never admit it but it always places a small smirk on his lips every time you clutch his shirt for balance or rest your forehead on his shoulder to regain your composure. 

-An I love you a day is required for good vibes. 

-Won’t hesitate to shout it even in front of others, he just has no filter and no shame. 

-Makes you turn tomato red and he snickers. 

-Fuck him, literally. 

Gojo Satoru

-This fucking tease. 

-He has no chill!!!!!!

-How are you with him?!?!?!?!!

-My man fine af and he drinks his respect for y/n and y/n alone juice every morning. 

-That doesn’t mean though he won’t try to fluster you throughout the day. 

-It’s his main goal really. 

-Full blown make out sessions in the hallways of the school, ass smacks in front of others and trying to leave hickies on your neck during your lunch break. 

-It simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on so you can’t decide if you should smack him or jump his bones. 

-It’s a never ending debate and his chances of getting the quawk quawk 5000 are 50/50. 

-He respects your boundaries when you give him a sign that you really don’t want him to be like that on certain days. 

-He is a very observant individual in general so it’s not hard for him to take note of the signs of pure discomfort or awkwardness. 

-True he loves flustering you but the moment things get out of hand and you don’t feel okay with how he is acting, he is throwing his attitude out the window and becomes respectful Gojo in a flash. 

-Likes having his arm draped over your shoulder. 

-He is super tall so chances are he towers over you. 

-He has used you like an armrest several times which resulted to a trip to Shoko for a dislocated wrist/shoulder. 

-You make him bentos almost everyday and he waits for them like a lost puppy. 

-No matter the time, he doesn’t care if he is late, he will wait for you to make him a little bento to take with him. 

-Curses can wait, he needs to receive his first dose of y/n love of the day. 

-Brags to his student about you and to Nanami, much to the blonde’s dismay. 

-Talks everyone’s ear off. 

-He becomes super protective when an elder shows up or at the mere mention of them. 

-He will grasp your hand, keeping a firm grip as those pretentious fucks stare down at you. 

-They really don’t care about Sato’s happiness and they will never show you a fiber of respect despite being chosen by the strongest sorcerer. 

-You are not part of one of the three clans so you are worth nothing in their eyes. 

-Gojo hates them for that. 

-Deep rooted hatred that could turn into a mass murder if one of them call you a distraction or a slut one more time. 

-You are really grateful for him in those moments. 

-You are grateful in general but during those times when you are being bombared left and right with rude comments, he will remind everyone in the room that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what they believe. 

-He fell in love with you because you are your beautiful self and not because you are a powerful sorcerer. 

-He wants to imagine your kids as a sign of your love and not as an item of power, as a weapon like many of these people see him. 

-He has ditched the elder meetings on many occasions just because he wasn’t in the mood of listening to their bullshit so he came home to you and spent the rest of his night cuddled up under the large comforter, watching a movie while peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

-Adores seeing you in his clothes. 

-They are so big on you that you wear them as dresses around the house. 

-He especially loves the sight of your bare legs peeking from underneath his black t-shirt. 

-99% of the time this ends up in you getting your guts rearranged. 

-Surprisingly remembers all the important dates and he makes it to as many dates as he can. 

-Being a sorcerer is difficult man, give him a break curses he has a date at 8 and he needs to get his formal glasses. 

-All in all he loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to keep you safe and next to him. 

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