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bluexiao · 1 year

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#“is this… a love bite, darling?”

—you have a hickey… or is it really?

CHARACTERS. Al-Haitham, Ayato, Childe, Kaeya, Kazuha, Tighnari, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xiao

THEMES. mostly crack, slightly suggestive, fluff (mentions of scenting on Tighnari’s but it’s for the laughs anyway); has a few curses here and there

NOTES. I’M BACK !!! haven’t written this much for… weeks? i think it’s been a month or two. i hope i did not rusted out but hey enjoy~ also, happy birthday ayato yay

XIAO knew very well that he had mostly been absent these days–actually, for most of the days. It is true, but he did try to give you as much time as he could whilst not overlooking his duty to Liyue.

This time, you tried to play a prank on him (well, you did miss him a lot), and it was a suggestion from your friend… yep, it is certainly not the boss of your Yaksha’s god who is probably now awaiting for the news of how your lover will react on that small mark on your neck.

“What is the meaning of this?” his voice looms over all of a sudden.

“Xiao!” You jump for a second, surprised at how fast he had gotten in the room when you had just barely uttered his name aloud. Your surprise strengthens even more as his spear falls to the side and he steps forward to your form, eyes trained on your neck, with a hand raising carefully-

“What… happened to your…” he trails off, raising his eyes to meet yours, “why are you hurt? Did… did someone do this to you?”

You could tell that he was this close to speed off to try and find anyone who could have possibly caused such a mark in your (delicate) skin—ah!

“N-no, I mean… I just…” you bit your lip, I just scratched it… a bit too much, I suppose,” you then took his raised hand (that was too fearful to even touch you), and smiled gently his way. “Don’t worry about it too much, love.”

The tension on his shoulders ease up, but you could tell he was still worried with the frown on his lips and the concern in his eyes.

“I see… should I ask for an ointment? Yes, I probably should… I’ll be back in a moment.”

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The WANDERER’s eyes immediately zero into your neck.

Was he forgetting something?

Did something happen last night??

Did he perhaps accidentally do something that-

“Hey, what’s on your mind, love?” you’d try to get him to spit it out-but nope, he wouldn’t say a single thing about it.

You’d probably think he was all jealous and shit, but this prick actually misunderstood it!

“No, it’s nothing,” he hurriedly dismisses you, looking away with a small blush on his cheeks, “it’s just… do you not have a scarf?! It’s cold nowadays. Can’t have you sneezing right in front of my face.”

He immediately tries to get a hold of a scarf—no matter whose it is.

“But it’s not cold in Sumeru at all!”

“Oh, is it? Then still wear it. The sun might damage your skin, can't have you complaining about it.”

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TIGHNARI, for one, is naturally someone who does not shy away when words need to be said. A very straightforward one, you need not be told as you already knew very much. So when the time came that you suddenly had a mark on your neck (that you did not know where it came from) and it looks very much like a love bite that someone would give to a person they like, he was already by your side in a heartbeat.

“Hm, I do not think I quite recall giving such a mark on you, darling,” he’d whisper next to your ear as he so nonchalantly brushes away the piece of clothing that tried to hide the mark—but it wasn’t enough, it appears… or so you made it to be.

“Nari, I-”

“Huh? What was that?” He’d cut you off purposefully, an arm around your waist. And all of a sudden, he was all over you, probably scenting you like a madman until he realizes it was all fake and he’d pretend nothing happened in the past few minutes when everyone and you saw how he reacted not too long ago.

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KAZUHA is a sly little piece of shit. He does not ask you anything about it until he gets close enough to examine them. Would very much know what you would think before you could even think about it (sometimes he has his friend, the wind, tell him about it, what a weirdo right), and he would call you out in a way that would not be too direct, sometimes, it would even take you a while to realize that he was trying to communicate to you something and he would just be very patient about it.

“Dove, I think you have something on your neck,” he’d probably say, and you’d stiffen as you thought he caught on to your act… but he’d just flash you a sweet smile as he raises… a leaf.

A fucking leaf.

Where in Teyvat did that even come from?!

“I suppose even nature loves the feeling of your skin, my love.”

Nope! He definitely has you all figured out and is just trying to make your skin crawl… well, two can play the game, right?

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KAEYA would know what a love bite would look like, especially when it’s from him and on you.

And this one on you? Well, it doesn’t even look like a hickey.

Ah, he would think, he gets it now.

One look was all it took for him to find out, and one look was all it took for you to find out what was in his mind as well. With this, you would begin to think of ways to try and not let him get you alone, but you soon realized that even if you two were with friends or in a public setting, this man would not stop at anything… to tease you back.

“What is it, dear? Don’t tell me… you’re giving up now, are you? Come on, you have my whole attention. What is it that you want from me?”

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CHILDE would also very much know what his hickey looks like—and this one is definitely not his!

Actually, he did not even notice just how much you botched this fake hickey because he was already marching his way toward you.

“Babe, you’re coming with me,” he thought he was smooth as he ushered you out of the Bank, his subordinates following your forms before whispering about the mark on your neck once you two were out of reach.

Oh, how many people you fooled that day.

“What is the meaning of thi—” he immediately stops on his tracks as he finally realizes once he was this close to you and once he had focused on how it doesn’t really look like a love bite at all and how idiotic he probably looks and sounds right now.

Your laugh suddenly resonates through the walls of his office, even playfully slapping his shoulder as he purses his lips into a pout and narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I won this time, babe, sorry not sorry,” you flash him a grin and he could not help but melt at how angelic you look right now despite the looming defeat he had.

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AYATO was quite certain of his absence. It cannot be blamed on the nature of his position and his work, however, it was still irresponsible of him to neglect his lover. And thus, he was actually in the middle of a plan for his surprise for you a few days from now–to at least make it up for the lost time due to the work he had taken over these past few days.

At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. Surely that mark on your neck, just a few inches below your jaw is not a love bite… right? He was fairly sure that he had been away for the past nights prior to tonight, so…

“My dear, do you not feel like your neck feels lonely these days?” he’d ask in a smooth voice, then pulling out a box behind him, revealing a gift that encased a gorgeous necklace that you were pretty sure cost a lot.

You failed to answer or say anything at all, baffled at how easily he had gotten you speechless and to forget about the prank you had set up for him–wait, has he not seen it yet? You’d question yourself, surely, he could have, right?

“So, would you like to explain to me why there is a fake love bite on your skin? Darling? Perhaps you’d like to see what a real one looks like.”

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AL-HAITHAM is another self-aware man, at least, that’s what he thinks he is. If you had been with him for a long time or at the very least knew him as much, you would know just how much of a lie that is. After all, Al-Haitham is a very dense guy. He may be aware that he had been busy the past few days, but his thoughts do not wander toward how you might feel because of this.

“Is there… something I am missing?”

He asks with a tilt of his head to the side, probably looking at you up and down and… something just seems… odd.

“What?” You raised a brow as you felt your face heat up—did he see it? Questions rose to your mind as you can’t help but also feel embarrassed with what you’re doing right now.

He doesn’t notice it!?!

“Ugh, never mind!” You walk out of the room, and unbeknownst to you, he is mumbling on his own before he settles his eyes on his book once more.

“That mark… did I make that?”

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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can we cam up? eren yeager x male reader

w.c: 4.3k

genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, fuckhole, cunt (1 time), pussy (1 time)

WARNING: spit, blowjob, rimming, anal (obvi), creampie, dirty talk, humiliation, filming, degradation, humiliation, nerd!eren, jock!reader, intoxication, may read kinda dubious but it’s 100% consensual, light d/s dynamic, alcohol, weed mention, dumbification, eren compares you to a hentai character one (1) time bc he’s deranged

a/n: i was kicking my feet twirling my locs screaming into my pillow writing this and it shows. also eren has a BIIIIG phat crush on you but i didn’t wanna get too into it… you definitely remember him, probably even sexted him w/o even knowing it was him

Let’s get one thing straight: You're not an arrogant man. Not at all— in fact, you’d consider yourself to be quite humble. This night may be about you and your winning score, but you’re humble about it. Considerate, even. So you feel no guilt when you accidentally spill alcohol on someone’s shirt, explaining that if they can somehow find you on instagram and send a DM, you’ll pay for the laundry and potential damages. The stranger peers at you with a funny glint in his green eyes as his hands pull the wet fabric apart from his skin, his glasses falling down the arched bridge of his nose.

You shrug and wave to your teammates, your football jersey loose on your form as you make way through the frat house’s large interior. Music blares in your ears for the millionth time tonight, the bass rattling your skeletal system with each increasingly tipsy step you take. Grinding, flushed bodies invade your vision, all around you as you shimmy through the sea of bodies to pour yourself another generous shot. Cool, blue rays of strobe lights dance and flicker across your eyelids. Warm, pink rays that caress your cheek like the confines of your safety helmet, the vinyl of your mouth guards. It overwhelmed you at first, so bright and unapologetic as your eyes adjusted and focused.

Somewhere beneath the tranquil hum of alcohol flowing through your veins you can feel your phone buzz in your pocket, rippling through your skin and sobering you up just a little.

Your girlfriend.

She’d been blowing up your phone all night, something along the lines of forgetting her gift for your anniversary— what was a few weeks, anyway? — and how ungrateful you were for yours. She was a good lay, a quick way to resort to getting your dick wet on particularly lonely nights; when you couldn’t stand the sound of silence dancing around your head. But that was all.

You shake the thought of her squawking voice the second you find Connie, surrounded by sorority girls with glossed lips and pink-tinted eyes. Finding solstice in his company, they’re huddled relatively close, knit together in some sort of baked clique. He’s perched over a bong, lighter in hand as he inhales the fumes with muffled haste. Pothead.

Your hand finds the crown of his head, palm nestled in the bristles of his buzz cut. Noone is allowed to touch Connie’s hair, at least not when he’s coherent enough to stop them. It usually ends in flying fists and bruised cheekbones, but all the man sends your way is a hazy glare. Someone punching the university’s all star just isn’t a good look. Especially when he’s pretty and popular with the public.

“Do that again and I’ll throw this bong at your head.” It’s an empty threat, clear of malice and slurred on Connie’s bitten lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” You steal the smoke exuding from his mouth, swishing the fog in your mouth a few times before blowing it back into his face. “Never again. Scouts honor.”

You shoot back up, mind reeling and posture straightening as a particularly pretty cheerleader hands you a bottle of something you can’t quite make out. It’s brown and rich though, smacking against the glass as you take a swig and chase it down with Connie’s leftover beer of all things.

One thing leads to another and suddenly you’re trapped between sobriety and full on plastered drunk. You remember chugging something sickeningly sweet, despite it leaving a harsh burn in the back of your throat as you took in a deep breath of victory. There were many eyes on you, loud cheers reverberating off the walls as you’re hoisted into the air for your skillful performance and high-fived by your frat brothers. But there are those green eyes again, staring straight through you with a look you can’t quite place.

Not that you can place much. You’re shitfaced.

He smells good, you later discover. There’s a strum of wind as he pushes forward and straight by you, weaving through the crowd like he’s invisible. The swaying of bodies— the sight is still so freshly imprinted in his brain, and it makes his head swim while liquor glides across his tongue, clumsy and inexperienced. He must not get invited to parties often. Or maybe he does, and you’ve just never noticed him.

He’s quite nerdy, some sort of graphic design on his stained shirt that resembles that of a video game or cartoon logo, and a poor excuse of a beard litters his chiseled jaw. And oddly handsome, pale face flushed from the alcohol, pink and pooling at the apples of his cheeks as he stares at you expectantly. But you’re not into men, and all the shots in the world couldn’t get you to even think of advancing with one. He quirks his thick brow in passing, settling back into his seat with a depleting mumble you can’t make out under the loud music.

But the alcohol paired with the sultry music-choice is doing things to you, you can’t help but stare longer than you should when he swallows down his adams apple, throat bobbing as he downs a fruity drink. His tongue darts over his lips, quick and steady as he nods along to the bass. You’re thinking with your dick, pushing past the batting lashes of cheerleaders and curvy bodies of sorority girls until you’re uncomfortably close to the guy who won’t stop looking at you.

“Do you- do you have a staring problem?” You ask, a slight slur to your voice as your face leans in close enough to count the nerd’s lashes individually.

Just to reiterate, you’re not arrogant. In the slightest.

He jumps back in response to the evasive question, strands of hair falling over his glasses as his emerald eyes roam your face. The lines are blurring now, his nerdy, almost irritating face looks kissable and inviting— his parted lips look warm and skilled. You can smell the pineapple on his tongue, sweet and citrusy.

“You heard me,” You hiccup straight into his face, watching his gorgeous features distort into something not even remotely akin to disgust, which makes confusion rack your brain. “Do you talk, or what?”

Your tongue is sharp, much to Eren’s chagrin. You’re too pretty to talk to people like that, especially him. He may look the way he does, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to him like that. It’s not like he can’t recognize a brat when he sees one. Usually, you’re a bubbly team player— everyone likes you, even if they say they don’t. Still, he shakes his head, humoring your drunken irritation. He understands, at least a bit, as he has a natural temper of his own.

Truthfully, Eren has been keeping his eyes on you for the past millennia. It started when he accidentally walked in on your practice, a sunny day that simply got brighter when he saw your face, cheerful and bright as you joked along with your teammates— Jean, Reiner, Levi? Was it? It didn’t matter, his focus was on you.

You and your sinfully tight compression shorts. You and your hands that curl into fists as you grasp at his sheets like a lifeline, as if holding them tight will somehow keep him inside of you, right where he belongs.

You and your stupid football that’d smacked him right in the face at full speed. But it was in his favor, you came running over apologetically as he rubbed away the blooming bruise. Your voice was sweet then, a melodic chirp that he couldn’t stop thinking about since then. He wants to hear it break.

It seems you too always meet at the expense of his dignity. But not tonight.

“Your phone is buzzing,” Eren grunts, sliding his glasses back up his nose and turning his head away. His glasses are fogged up, but it might just be saving his pride. He’d rather not get hard in front of the person he’s been fantasizing about for the past few months, not when you clearly had no recollection of him. He doesn’t blame you. “My bad. I’m not, yknow, stalking you or anything.”

“Oh, because staring for hours and stalking are very different things,” You’re staring at his lips now, ignoring the vibration in your hand. The second your phone screen lights up you slam it face-down into your front pocket. There isn’t an ounce of remorse in his voice, like his response is calculated and open-ended. “What if I like that?”

Your eyebrows wiggle, even with the mind splitting sensation of your brain beating against your skull. Almost as hard as your heart hammering in your chest. Eren’s scoff is barely audible over the music, but the comment has his heart racing.

You pull him in by the collar of his t-shirt, fists bunched up in the dark fabric as your lips press against his. It’s feverish and sloppy, your teeth occasionally grazing his own. His mouth is hot and wet, fruity essence on his tongue as it slips past your lips and into your mouth. You’ve never had a kiss feel this good. He nips at your bottom lip, pearly teeth digging into the skin until he feels you make an embarrassingly high pitched noise in your throat.

There’s a twinkle in his teal eyes as his posture straightens, slowly leaning back to catch a breath of fresh air (as fresh as it can get, anyway). You watch him readjust his position, lifting his hips instead of his actual body, practically rutting into the thickening air as he shifts. His bubblegum lips curl into a lazy smile as his fingertips circle the rim of the red solo-cup he’s been drinking from. “What if I like you?”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“Your phone just doesn’t shut up, does it?” There’s clear agitation in his voice, his arched eyebrows furrowed as your feet carry you somewhere much more secluded. Eren trails behind you, his eyes glued on the mound of your ass as you walk. He has to help you occasionally, without even knowing the layout of the place, just so you don’t fall over. The light shine of your phone screen emits across your hip, and he can see the contact of whoever it is that’s so deeply desperate for your attention.

Too bad it’s all on him.

“I’m a pop— popular man.” You finally respond, shutting the door behind you to what Eren assumes is your bedroom in the frat house. It’s between two other bedrooms and across from three more, with a sizable closet that holds more trophies than clothing.

“Can see why, pretty mouth like that,” The words slip before he can think, but it’s worth it to see the way you oh, so conveniently hiccup in response. The implication of you being some type of campus whore makes your throat feel tight, and you can’t help but twitch in your tight pants. “Talks a lot of shit, though.”

“You talk too much.” Correction: he doesn’t talk enough. But you shut him up with a kiss anyway, hungry and frantic because whatever this is, whatever you feel when you look at him, you don’t want it to end. His hands travel under your shirt, cold from his previous icy drinks, and you squirm under his palms. He spreads goosebumps across your skin, and when his fingers brush the bud of your nipples you can’t help but jolt where you stand.

A malicious grin snakes across Eren’s face, all teeth and predatory as he runs his tongue over his sharp canine teeth. “Been thinking about fucking you for weeks. The whole time we were talking, all I could think about was shoving you down on my dick.”

Oh. Your cock aches at that, which is almost already too much for you, you’ve never done this before. Not with a man, not with someone who looks at you like they’re going to devour you whole. You swallow hard, alcohol dispelling from your body the more blood rushes south, and suddenly you’re on your knees, unbuttoning Eren’s jeans with trembling hands.

The door locks behind you, a small click that only the two of you can hear. You look back up at the nerd, who’s watching you intently with a smirk.

He’s a complete juxtaposition to his appearance— if you were a bad man you’d call him a loser, but he exudes dominance and power. You want to wiggle under his gaze, shifting your weight between knees. Eren’s large hands cradle your face, oddly tender and affectionate as he rubs your cheekbones, slowly sliding them to the sides of your head. He lifts your gaze, forcing eye contact.

His glasses hang low on his nose, clouded from his breath as he lets out a satisfied sigh. You want to pull on his hair, flyaways barely reaching the base of his neck as the rest remains in a ponytail.

“This okay?” His tone is beyond sincere.

“Yeah,” You breathe, momentarily losing yourself in the forest of his irises. Blinking rapidly, Eren removes his hands from your head to free himself from his jeans, his long cock decorated in a small vein that disappears below his head. It’s pretty, arched against his stomach and dripping onto his shirt. The leaking precum makes you wonder how long he’s been hard. “Yeah. This is—this is more than okay.”

“Open,” It’s more of a command than anything, Eren’s very hands on, his fingers slipping into your mouth to pull at the corners of your mouth. Your tongue covers your teeth, your mouth watering as his salty fingertips graze your tongue. His other hand is busy working at the head of his cock, twisting smooth circles over the slit until it crashes down against your tongue. Again, and again, and again. “Good boy.”

You find yourself drooling on your jersey, sucking in a deep breath through your nose as his tip rests on your tongue. He goes slow at first, letting you suck on the tip while his fist roams his shaft. You’re a big boy, he knows you can handle much more than just the head— even if he is thick. Your eyes water immediately, gagging instinctually as he shoves his dick deeper into your mouth. “Say thank you.”

Before you can pull away with an answer, both hands return to the back of your head, holding you in place. He encourages you to breathe through your nose, cooing at your inexperienced efforts to catch the drool escaping your mouth, and even goes as far as to wipe one of your tears, “Gonna thank me? F’letting you be such a good, warm n’ wet hole for me?”

You feel yourself nodding, blinking hazily as he rocks in and out of your mouth. There’s a sound you don’t recognize coming from your throat, squelching and soaked, and it has you whimpering on the mouthful of cock. You don’t mean to make such a pitiful noise, but it feels so good, letting yourself go a little brainless over a cute boy.

You slurp loudly— not on purpose, but it earns a throaty chuckle from the man above you. He pulls out to let you breathe, his cock slowly sliding up your throat and past your lips until all you can do is whine and lean forward, lips wet with spit. The tears in your eyes spill unabashedly, your face nearly crashing against his dick.

“Thank you.”

“Hm? For what?”

You want to groan, to bang your fists against the wall because he’s being so mean. He knows what you mean, you know what you mean. Regardless, still focused on his cock just inches away from your face, you moan against nothing. It’s a light noise, breathy and quiet but effective enough to make his cock jump. “Please, please— I mean- fuck, thank you for letting me be…yours.”

Eren tuts, feigning annoyance as he grips your chin between his fingers, digging into the soft skin so you’re actually focused on his face. You smile into his palm, eyelashes batting against your cheek and he just can’t help but spit onto your cheek.

“What, d’you just go dumb the second you see some dick?”

You’re barely listening, instead grinding against the fabric of your jeans because his touch treatment has you feeling some kind of way. “Does your girlfriend know her boyfriend’s a cockslut too? Does she know other boys spend their nights getting your holes wet, fuckin’ you in the same bed?”

It’s much easier to hear the vibrations in your pocket now that you’re alone, the only barrier between you being the muffled music on the other side of the door. Eren’s hand leaves your jaw, and you have no complaints when he helps you to remove your jeans.

The jersey can stay on, though. He wants to fuck you in it.

He pushes you into your bed, watching you bounce in the mattress in nothing but your jersey, and helps himself into solely his birthday suit. You’re just as exposed, seemingly moreso, as he pulls your bottom half into his lap. It’s an odd position, not anything you’re used to, maybe your exes and past hookups— but never you.

Eren hunches over, his breath tantalizingly close to your hole. First, he licks a fat stripe across the surface, holding your thighs open when they threaten to instinctively close. You can’t prop yourself up on your elbows at this angle, your feet dangling over his shoulders while he holds you up. The nerd is stronger than he looks.

His tongue is hot and wet, and you feel yourself clenching when a glob of spit lands on your hole. He massages it in with his ring and middle finger, and your body finds itself squirming against his touch. You expect fingers, one at first, maybe, then another. But instead he uses his tongue, lets it dip inside and lap at your insides. Eren looks hungry, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he spreads you open and holds you there with an iron grip. A punched-out “Eren!” leaves your lips the second his tongue is lapping you up, leaving tingles up your spine and smog in your brain.

He kneads his fingers into the fat of your thighs, nipping occasionally where your skin folds into your ass, just to get another choked whine out of you. And, oh, you whine. The intrusion isn’t unwelcome, in fact, the feeling of Eren’s face slick with his spit as he tries to get his tongue as deep as he can into you makes your toes curl. You fist your bedsheets, finding comfort in the pillows you’re pressed into, and go as far as to hold yourself open for the man while he goes to grab something.

“Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have,” You shiver at the sound of his dark chuckle, and squeal when his ring finger finds a spot next to his tongue. “Look at that. Hole’s leaking. You just sit here and look pretty while I fuck it on my tongue, hm? Think you can do that?”

“Mhmmm, mhm, yeah! I can— I can do that, ‘Ren.” You sound like a bitch, with your nose buried in your pillow as you moan with every brush to that special spot inside of you. Your cock jumps against your stomach, leaking into your belly button and down your chest. Your jersey is ruined, but so are you, especially when Eren rubs your cock once, twice—

Holy shit. You’re cumming.

“That’s it, come on, give it to me.” Your jersey catches it all, right over your reserved number and embroidered nameplate. Your brain is too fried for you to care, tears streaming down your face as your hole flutters on his tongue and fingers. Sensitive now, moreso than you were before, you whimper and shimmy in Eren’s lap, simultaneously moving toward and away from his touch. He keeps you where you are though, staring at your blissed out face through clouded glasses and licking his lips like he’s just finished eating the best meal he’s ever had. And as if that’s not enough to have you cumming again already, he places an open-mouthed kiss to your puffy hole just for good measure.

“You felt so soft on my tongue, fuck, I almost busted right on you,” His cheeks are pink, and the rosy shade blooms down his neck and disappears into his chest. He pulls you forward by your wrist, sucking on your tongue and licking over your lips so you can taste yourself. He’s gonna be the death of you.“Bet this hole’s gonna be even softer. Nice and warm while you take my cock. Gonna let me cum inside? Pump that soft cunt full until it’s all creamy and used?”

He’s so filthy, so unashamed. The nickname doesn’t go unheard, and despite the slutty moan that you let out in response, part of you wants to pinch him just for that. Damn Eren and his shameless mouth! But you nod anyway, an everlasting stream of ‘yesyesyes’ floating in the air as he lines himself up to finally give you what you’ve been gagging for so prettily.

Eren just can’t help himself. Not when you’re folded up and presenting yourself to him like this. Not when your eyes are wide and your lips are parted and you’re letting out such pretty sounds. Sounds that belong to him. Plus it’s not all on him, you’re the one with an unlocked phone. You’re the one with space in your camera roll.

He’s sure the camera is shaky, maybe even a little blurry, but he makes sure to get your face in it, fucked-out and crosseyed as he pounds his dick into you, keeps you steady with his hand on your jaw. A string of precum connects you together, pooling at your ass and Eren’s thighs as his hips crash down, yours convulsing upward to meet him halfway. It’s a bit half-assed on your part, but who’s gonna blame the guy getting fucked stupid?

“‘Ren, you’re,” You sob in disbelief, eyes rolling along with your hips. “You’re— ohh, you’re fuckin’ me.”

He smiles down at you, feral and heated as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass. He never seems to stop, always chasing that feeling of you clamping down on him even when you’re almost too sensitive to take it. “That’s right, I’m fuckin’ you. Just how you like it, hm? Right in your fuckhole. S’what it’s there for, right?”

“That’s—“ Absurd? Vulgar? Objectification? It’s hot. It’s hot and you know it, Eren knows it, and your dick sure as hell knows it too because you can feel your next orgasm coming. “Yeah. N’my fuckhole.”

He makes a pleased sound in response, groans and pants joining your moans when he speeds up, his slow and deep strokes becoming fast and hollow, pounding that sensitive spot deep inside you over and over and over. “Should train you to take this dick.”

“Hold on,” Despite looking straight at him you can’t understand what he’s saying, not until his glasses are placed over your eyes and you’re blinking away the prescription blur. You struggle to collect yourself, wailing as you reach for his free hand that begins to nestle between your jawline and your neck. He squeezes affectionately, lets you cry and arch on his cock while he breathlessly sighs, “You look straight outta my favorite hentai.”

And, technically, you’re making a sextape now. A tape that showcases closeups of his cock disappearing deep inside you, pummeling your puffy hole until it carves the shape of his dick into you. Until only Eren can fit, big and thick and unbelievably deep. A tape that has you, a popular and well-known straight jock, crying on the dick of a guy you just met.

“Eren, m’gonna… ‘Ren—” You may as well scream, your body tensing as you spray across your chest — when did your jersey get bunched up enough to expose you like that? — sticky cum shooting out your spent cock until you’re twitching, handsfree and body ablaze. He doesn’t let up, castelon eyes narrowed as he fucks you through it, watching more cum squirt from your cock, milking himself for all he’s worth. “Inside, wanna be full, I deserve it, please, Rennie.”

He bounces you a few times, watching you fall back onto his cock until he feels himself aching hard, hard enough to start cumming inside you. It’s the nickname that gets him, groaning loud as he pumps a load inside you. It’s messy, and downright pornographic watching his cum leak out of you, just for him to fuck it back in with the head of his dick. It’s clear you feel proud of yourself for making him tremble inside you, and Eren takes the opportunity to scrapbook the memory.

“C’mere,” He’s not asking, simply pulling you closer to the camera so it can focus on your cum-stained face. “Smile for me, baby. Tell your ‘girlfriend’ how much you like it in your pussy too.”

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goblin-enjoyer · 5 months

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Normalize the tf2 mercs as being absolute genetic freaks of nature under the hood. Medic is crazy and we know he gets paid good so he’s probably got lots of bits in his bin if you know what I mean.

Pyro is straight up nonhuman. Pyro is a fire elemental that the Mann brothers have bound to a hazmat suit and medic made a real boy by giving them meat. Not making her a human body mind you, but rather every time he gets damaged, instead of bursting into flames meat forms around the wound and it bleeds instead of letting the inner crea tur out.how? Wizard. Moving on.

Soldier has massive lungs that make him 20% more louder. If he was smarter he could probably echolocate his way around. That or sound attacks idk he eats wizard pills he could have hollow bones for all I know. Sure he has hallow bones now for rocket jumping. Im the one typing I get to make nonsense on the fly.

Medic put pigeon dna in scout and that’s how he makes his trademark milk-like substance. How this happens you may ask? Scout saw medics doves have sex while getting his second Uber heart surgery and said “man I wish I could pick up chicks that well” and medic said “good idea I will help you with this” and then looked at the camera and smirked. The administrator does not spectate medics lab/operation room/dove breeding center anymore. Also scouts immune to radiation due to all the bonk he ingests, though sometimes he does become radioactive sometimes.

We already know that demoman’s body creates alcohol and that he has a ghost eye, but did you know that if you shoot him with some sort of piercing explosive round he will combust into flames. I… I couldn’t really think of anything for demoman I don’t play him as much.

Engineer always wishes he could have kids, but doesn’t want to have sex. That and he removed most of his reproductive/unnecessary/extra/mid organs with machine parts like 30 years ago. So after the events of the games and comics where everyone is happy and junk, he teams up with medic to make himself some half robot half human half whatever dell conagher is at that point at time children. He asks if medic ever want kids he can do the same for him but he declines as at this point in time he has perfected the art of male impregnation.(on various ape parts) dell is a great father and yes I added this part because the whole humanized sentry thing that went around a while ago touched my heart because despite the words of almost every engineer main everywhere I get so attached to the sentries I build that I die a little bit inside every time I die and my buildings get sapped and I have to just watch as my babies get destroyed. I get too attached to my buildings to play engineer

Heavy doesn’t stop growing, similar to that of a reptile. His skin is as thick as a rhinos. He hibernates for a month in summer because I said so. He has accidentally killed/crushed medic before and is now eternally cautious when in bed with him. Medic doesn’t mind, he knows what he’s gotten himself into. Heavy can also talk to birds like a Disney princess. Medic didn’t add any bird parts for this to happen he just was always like this.

Sniper can dislocate every bone in his body and go through cracks that are at least the size of his head. He will use this to show up in the most unexpected places imaginable. Is legally classified as an tardigrade in some places due to his ability to be fine in almost any place (volcano,Arctic,sewer system, a walk in closet so large it took him 5 weeks to get out, space that one time). Can go up to a year without eating (the team found this out at the same time they figured out the space thing). Swallows things whole.

Spy can shift his flesh around to disguise as almost anything, keeps the mass and weight though. Breaths mostly through his skin so he doesn’t cough due to his decrepit lungs. Was hit by a car once. Doesn’t have anything to do with the subject matter of the tf2 mercs being freakish beings with human skin but I just wanted to include it here.

Medic. What isn’t medic? The only thing consistent with his biology is that he can regenerate somehow. He alters his body so much that it is roughly equivalent to 1 tyranid hive fleet and 2,million ork painboys.(the tf2 mercs would be more likely to work for the orks than to ever work for one of the human factions in 40k and I just needed to get that off my chest) This is how he manages to get away with all the things he’s done. Banned from this continent? Just become a new person who’s not banned from that continent and presto you’re good! The laws don’t account for the ship of Theseus!

#midnight brainrot #man I love posting nonsense late at night #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 heavy #sniper tf2 #scout tf2 #spy tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #did I tag this right? I’m not good at tagging things

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lilyslemonadestand · 3 months

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Hi! Can I request tieflings with touch starved Tav? 💫

touch starved.

a/n: this probably /definitely/ should've been an actual fic. i like... mixed an actual plot with headcanons IDKKK i'm new alright. at least i finished a blog for once. pat me on the back for that! also, i've never written for any of them, so lmk if you have critiques!! AND LEAVE MORE TIEF BOYS ASK I AM OBSESSED. loved this request btw!!! hope i did it justice!

warnings: nothing this is so fluffy and innocent.

rolan.

• out of the three of the tieflings, he's definitely the most touch starved.

• i mean he's literally never been touched by anyone besides his siblings, and that's mostly just them smacking him.

• after a long day of getting your ass kicked /and maybe accidentally walking into your own moonbeam once/ you decided to visit sorcerer sundries alone to check up on your old friend.

• evidently, rolan had a equally horrible day. well, it was the same as usual, but rolan was more bitchy.

• when he saw you though, all of his irritation and annoyance flooded from his body, and it seemed like he completely lit up.

• "new bruise?" she asked, watching as the corner of his lips turned upwards. a genuine, non-snarky smile was rare from rolan. he rolled his amber eyes at you, nodding regardless.

• "new scar on your nose, hm?" rolan retorted, and your hand went up to rub at the bridge of your nose. you hadn't even realized that you'd been bleeding there. huh. at least it'd be a cool place for a scar.

• before either of you realized it, rolan's hands were clasped around one of yours, his thumb rubbing circles onto your palm. you froze. who even knew how long it'd been since you'd been touched like that--- if ever. even gale brushing shoulders with you made you tense up, let alone a touch by a really cute tiefling.

• he notices your reaction and can't help but laugh, making the tip of your ears flush pink, and you glared at him. rolan's freckled cheeks are just as warm as yours.

• "i've been worried about you, you know." he blurts out, and for a second he pictured cal and lia teasing him for hours on end. they all knew he liked tav, and had ever sense their brief encounter at the grove, her fierceness leaving him staring with wide eyes and a blushed face. ever since then, they never shut up about his little crush.

• "i know." you whispered, and you finally relaxed into his touch. rolan kept looking down at your shared hands. "but i'm not the one with fresh bruises."

• rolan clicked his tongue in annoyance, wishing he wasn't completely marked up by lorroakan, but he had no say in the matter. he figured you knew why he had these marks.

• "lorroakan isn't the best teacher in the world, i'll admit. don't worry about me though." rolan grumbled out. ah yes, this tone was the rolan she remembered. the grumpy one.

• your hands move to tuck a piece of hair behind his ears before brushing your knuckles gently across the fresh bruise on his jaw. rolan turned his gaze to the ground, and you heard him whining out some form of insult as your hand grazed his skin.

• "your skin's warm," you mumble regardless. "i could always kill him, y'know. well, i'm going to anyway. but i could speed it for you. and uhm--- i know a pretty decent wizard. gale, the one you met? much better than that asshole. he'd love to train you." you slightly ramble, and rolan watches as you fidget with your left hand, so he squeezes it gently. "i mean, i'd like you to... join too."

• "thank you, tav. i'll think about it." rolan's already made up his mind. he'd work for anyone as long as it wasn't lorroakan. he pressed a few kisses along your knuckles before dropping your hand.

• rolan can guess by the way you react to his touch that you're as touch starved as him and after that, it basically becomes a competition to see who can fluster each other more. /he does not win./

dammon.

• dammon is naturally very touchy. he talks with his hands and with his tail, so usually one of two will end up on the friends he talks to.

• with you, he's a little more shy, though. more careful, one could say. anytime you spoke, his sharp blue eyes were on yours, and he concentrated more on making sure he wasn't practically wagging his damn tail at you.

• today, you had your arms folded as you sat on one of the crates in the corner of his forge. dammon was finishing up a dagger for you, /his work too heavy for your liking, but you needed an excuse to talk to him, so you'd give them to astarion/ and you had been talking his ear off about your latest adventure.

• dammon didn't mind at all, humming in acknowledgement while he finished wiping the oil off of the blade.

• "here. crafted with love and care." the teifling teased, handing you your new weapon to inspect. and it was beautiful, perhaps one of the finest daggers you'd seen, with a lovely intricate design. dammon had made you plenty before, but each weapon and armor was just as beautiful. your eyes marveled at it, smiling before rummaging around your belt for your bag of coins.

• "it's lovely as always, dammon. thank you!" you beamed and you noticed his tail flicker from behind him. "and how much do i owe you again?"

• "you brought all the material's, my friend. and you brought me company today. how about you let me take you for a walk and we call it even?"

• his words felt like he'd just asked you on a date, but you jumped up from your place on the box, nodding enthusiastically.

• the heart of baldur's gate was much more relaxing in the evening. it wasn't god awfully hot, and the sky muted to a warm fuschia. and you couldn't help but admire the way dammon looked with his work sleeves rolled up, a content smile on his face as he led you through the streets.

•honestly, it was obvious to everyone besides you two that you two liked each other. dammon was oblivious, and, well... you just figured it wasn't safe enough to get into a relationship.

• little did you know, someone named karlach accidentally shared to dammon that you may have a thing for him.

• "so... are you going to continue that story about wyll?" dammon asked sweetly and you felt his tail move up towards the small of your back. like he was holding it while you two walked. at first you tried to ignore it, but the small act of touch made your face heat up.

• dammon must have noticed because he dropped his tail, instead moving to intertwine your fingers together.

• thankfully, the story of wyll was too good to keep quiet, so you were able to lean into his touch, dammon's eyes twinkling as you started to ramble on.

• also, once dammon notices just how touch starved you are, he will literally not be able to keep his hands off of you.

• massages, hand holding, wrapping his tail around your calf, rustling your hair when you say something silly--- definitely the touchiest out of the three.

zevlor.

• zevlor is also extremely touch starved, maybe more than rolan, he's just not as obvious. unlike the two younger boys, he feels like he's too old for feelings, especially for warriors like yourself.

• and unlike the two younger boys, zevlor's much better at hiding his feelings. his tail doesn't swing behind him, he doesn't flush like rolan, and he doesn't really speak on feelings like dammon.

• zevlor does admire you though, that much is obvious from his flaming rust eyes watching you carefully as you sneaked from conversation to conversation. you were strong and a leader just like him. it made you two have a lot in common.

• zevlor was tense when you approached him. most of the younger tieflings were laughing away, dancing even, all drunk as can be. the paladin had a chalice of wine in his hand, shoved forcefully by a certain large druid, but he had not yet even taken a sip. how could he? he had much on his mind.

• "drinking tonight?" you asked brightly, your smile enticing as you peered up at him while taking a swig of your own wine. your nose scrunched in disgust at the taste; tiefling wine wasn't most people's preferred choice for alcohol.

• zevlor chuckled and shook his head, tilting his glass slightly, so she could see that it was still full.

• "i've got too much to deal with--- tomorrow's trek will not be a simple task, tav." zevlor replied, setting down the glass on the table next to them.

• you frowned. that couldn't do. if you could relax, so could he. even leaders deserve their chance to have fun.

• "you deserve one good night of fun before tomorrow." you smiled. the teifling nodded his head slowly, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

• "that'd be nice... if i'm being honest. i just can't let them down." he mumbled, the stress from the journey showing in his face.

• "and look around zev. they're all drunk anyways. nobodies watching you tonight, so just relax."

• you were right. nobody was looking at either of them. most were drunk, and the ones that weren't were chatting away with halsin. it didn't take long for a small smile to creep up to his mouth. zevlor took the cup from her, and took a drink out of it. he mirrored her nose scrunch. wow. it really was cheap wine.

• with a fleeting moment of confidence, /or alcohol/ zevlor pulled you into a hug. at first, you didn't hug back. you were shocked. you hadn't had a hug in... what? weeks? months? years? and clearly, he hadn't either. you both seemed to really have needed it, too, because you instantly melted into his arms, and his grip only tightened. you could hear his heart thumping against his chest. yours was equally loud.

• "you've done great by them. i know you'll keep them safe. but in the meantime, you need to take care of yourself too."

• zevlor laughed against your hair, your encouraging words enough to make the old paladin's eyes water. he hadn't heard words as soft as yours in a very, very long time. and it was enough to keep him going.

• he wiped the forming tears quickly away with his sleeve, not wanting to burden you any further with his emotions.

• from then on, zevlor is very comfortable hugging you. whenever he sees you, whether it's in the mind flayer colony, in baldur's gate, or anywhere else, be prepared for a very bone crushing hug. when he feels fancy, he'll even spin you a little.

• all of his touch is very polite and romantic. you both deserve and need it.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 rolan #bg3 dammon #bg3 zevlor #rolan x tav #rolan x reader #dammon x tav #dammon x reader #zevlor x tav #zevlor x reader #tiefling #fluff

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emi-thirteensgf · 3 months

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Short MC being able to pick the brothers up.

#_ gn!reader, short!mc, fluff, bad writing nd probably ooc, not proofread .. so a lot of spelling errors probably

Lucifer

asking wont go well, he will absoulutely say no at first but with puppy eyes and a bit of begging, he says yes

and he doesnt think you can pick him up but he was very wrong

you pick him up with ease— not only that your able to walk around carrying him

if you look really closely you can see a light blush cover his cheeks

then he insints that you put him down

"Pleaseee Lucifer?? Only for a second!" You say while giving him puppy dog eyes, you've been asking him for a few minutes now but he wont budge.

He lets out a sigh before finally saying, "Fine, if you even can." He gives you a smug smirk— you were rather short and although you had a little muscle to you, theres no way you could pick him up.. which that thought was immediatley proven wrong once you picked him up, bridal style.

"Told you I could do it." You say while looking at him smile, knowing that you proved him wrong and for him.. he was honestly taken by surprise, he doesnt get caught off gaurd a lot— almost never but this was surprising and if you look really closely you can see a light pink blush adorning his cheeks.

"Put me down." He says looking at you sternly, he doesn't like this one bit. Yes he does, dont think he'll admit it though. Lets hope you know to never do this infront of anybody else espcially not his brothers or Lord Diavolo, it won't end well for you.

"No." You say giving him a grin.

Mammon

he was joking around that your short and poking fun at your height

which led you to say that you could pick him up

he laughed and doubted you could but next second hes not on the ground anymore and now being carried briday style by his human

poor boy is now a flustered mess

You and Mammon were hanging out in his room and he started poking fun at your height, "Hey, I bet that I could pick you up!" You declare while crossing your arms.

He laughed, he didn't think you could— I mean your a human and your also quite short, theres no way you could but next thing he knew was that hes know swept off the ground being carried, bridal style by you.

His face was now burning red, doing anything to make sure you won't see his embarrased face— he did not think you could do that, wait don't put him down yet!

"A-ay! Ya dont have to put me down, I mean ya are obviously enjoying it so .. just keep doin' it." Now don't be surprised that when you guys are alone he'll be making you carry him.

You laugh, "Okay.. okay"

Leviathan

he also was poking fun at your height, he found it funny that you were so short

though after he said that hes now being carried, bridal style by you!

you might've broke him..

You both were hanging out in his room, planning as TSL marathon before he asked a question that also seemed to be a way to make fun of your height.. jokingly, "..Are humans always as short as you?" He asks— laughing at himself because he found it funny how your so short.

You glare at him but you have an idea in my mind to catch him off gaurd.. so you pick him up, bridal style! He's immediatley shocked and turns red.

"A-AHH?!! U.. UHM!" He can't even form a sentence, hes flustered and just spluttering nonsense as he covers his face with his hands. He forgot what he was even gonnna say— if you don't put him down soon he's sure he'll faint.

You giggle— hearing your giggle definetly broke him now.. oops!

Satan

for him it wasnt like you were asking him or anything, it was accidental but its something that'll keep him up tonight..

in short he fell of a ladder and you caught him, bridal style

he didnt think you could carry him but it was definetly flustering

Satan was in the library like usual, he was using a ladder to reach a book that peaked his interest— not noticing that you came into the library because you were looking for him.

While trying to find the book that caught his interest he lost his balance and fell .. off the ladder which was slightly embarrsing but he glad no one was there. He was expecting to hit the ground but instead of the hard ground he felt warm arms.

He looked up and realized it was you .. and you were now carrying him. "You okay Satan?" You ask in a worried voice.

"Yes.. thank you" He says— he expected that you would put him down but you didn't. This was unexpected, he didnt think you'd be able to carry him but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy this a little. A lot

He had a soft blush covering his cheeks as you finally put him down and give him a smile, it was definetly an expierence that he might just have to make happen again.

Asmodues

nothing much happened to lead to it, you just asked to pick him and obviously he agreed!

he adores that his little human is so strong

expect to carry him more often! he'll make you carry him at any place and anywhere but he find its funny to do its infront of his brothers

though you are gonna have to carry the shopping bags on his shopping sprees now..

"Hey Asmo, can I pick you up?" You ask him, you just wanted to see if you could— although you were certian you could, you kinda just wanted to

"Hm? Awh of course sweetie!" He smiles as you pick him up, he also didn't doubt you could I mean he's seen examples of your strength before and even if you couldnt it doesnt matter! I mean he'd love to pick you up too

With his answer you immediatley pick him up and to no surprise you could, "Hehe, didn't know my little human was so strong~" He says, while wrapping his arms around your neck giving you a kiss

Now he asks you to carry him a lot, infront of anyone this man has no shame. He'll also make you carry his shopping bags just let him know if your tired though and he'll just make one of his brothers carry them!

Beel

he was honestly shocked you could carry him

he enjoyed it though and asked for you to do it more often

as long as its not hurting you though!

he also starts inviting you to the gym with him

Beel was up at midnight searching for snacks again but theres this one cabinet that he can't reach— which Lucifer did purposely to stop him from eating everything they had. You were still awake because you couldn't fall alseep so you heard Beel in the kitchen. Knowing it was him you went there, you wanted to see him and you were hungry anyway.

"Oh hey MC" He says with a smile, it seemed like he was troubled so you asked what was wrong. "Lucifer made it to where I can't reach this cabinet.. and im hungry."

Sounds like something Lucifer would do. "Do you need some help?" You ask— which made him curious, you were rather short.. so it confused him. "Hm?" You didn't get a concrete answer but you knew he would go an a rampage soon if he didn't have food.. and you'd feel bad if you didn't help him.

So you lift him up so he can grab what he needs. Which shocked him but he grabbed the food so you put him down— he was happy he got his food that he immediatley started eating. "Thank you.. but uhm.." He was shocked you could pick him up but enjoyed it.

"Yeah?" You asked with a soft smile, so he could feel more comfortable saying what he wanted to say. "Could.. you carry me more often?" He asks, you giggle "Yeah of course." That made him really happy as he finished his food.

But prepare for the long scolding from Lucifer in the morning.

Belphegor

he was probably the lightest out of all brothers or one of the lightest so its not really shocking you could carry him

basically you had to carry him from the living room to your room

dont be surprised if you cant get him off of you now

"Belphiee" You were now trying to get him off of you, the both of you were in the living room and he has now fallen asleep in your lap while his arms were around your waist but you wanted to go back to your room— but he was not budging.

"Shushh.. im trying to sleep." Welp.. he was obviously not gonna get up on his own so you had to pick him up.

His eyes were wide for a second as he now wrapped his arms around your neck but now he was smirking at you with a teasing grin.

"What?" You ask, hes been tiring enough already what now..? "Wow.. carrying me to your room? Straightfoward." He says

"Shut up." You say with a small laugh. Once you got your room you two quickly fell asleep. Now expect him to be asking to be carried more often, or well demanding..

#_ DAMN that took wayy longer than i thought, sorry for the lazy writing on some of them ..

#obey me fluff #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me mammon #lucifer obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #gn reader

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whyareyouhere66 · 7 months

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Maybe some hurt/comfort platonic Professor Remus Lupin x gn student reader where reader also has lycanthropy (is a werewolf) but with anger issues. Remus can kind of guess, but after reader almost gets outed as a ‘monster’ Remus makes it his duty to teach reader how to control their anger. Father figure Remus 🫶 you can make it as angsty as you want <3

Here it is! This took way too long but it’s finished now, and I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting 🫶

!Father figure! Remus Lupin x GN !werewolf! Reader

CW: implied absence of father, accidental(kinda) self harm, slightly graphic descriptions, reader has anger issues, possible ooc Remus I’m not really sure

I should’ve stayed in.

I should’ve known better, really. But it seems I didn’t.

Malfoy always has a way of getting under everyone’s skin- and it seems that the older he gets, the less afraid he is of doing so in front of teachers. You should’ve been more cautious getting into arguments with him in the middle of a class.

“Malfoy, L/n, you two separate yourselves right now.” Professor McGonagall scolds, glaring at where Malfoy stood in front of my seat. He had that same devilish grin on his face, even as I’m glaring up at him from my chair.

“Sit down, Malfoy.” I say flatly, but he doesn’t budge.

“And what are you gonna do, hm? I have no reason to be threatened by someone like,” he takes the time to look my up and down, not hiding the grimace to follow, “you.”

“Then why don’t you go sit down?,” I quip, “no one’s asking you to stay, the only reason I see is you’re enjoying it.” I see quickly how his grin drops, and he’s glaring right back at me now.

“Is that your best comeback? As if I’d ever enjoy being near you,” he seethes, and I stand up with my hands running down my face.

“You are so exhausting-“ I groan, only to feel a sudden shove against my shoulder. I snap my head towards him again. What is he trying to do?

“You filthy little-“

“Don’t touch me,”

“Draco! L/n! Back to your seats at once!” McGonagall shouts, the click of her boots taking a few quick steps closer before stopping. I don’t look at her, because Draco is already shoving me back again. His face is scrunched into a look of disgust, and anger, and I can only imagine mine looks somewhat similar.

I’m shoving him back before I can think, my mind ticking, yelling at me to not let him walk away proudly.

Bursts of different voices, small gasps, are around me as Draco is lunging forward pathetically. His brain is racing the same way mine is- but i only get a second to try and block his hands before he’s backing me up towards the wall.

I grab his shoulders, trying to pry him off me, but my back collides with a shelf and my head gets thrown back against something,

The pain sends a jolt through my body, something all too familiar, but it’s too late.

My eyes surge, and I feel the bones in my shoulders cracking against each other while I fall. Draco is somewhere in front of me, stumbling to the ground, and Ms. McGonagall shouts again from across the room.

“Shit.”

My heart is pounding, my hands are sweaty, but all I can feel from my racing mind is anger.

Before he can come at me again, I stumble to my feet again and run out of the room as quickly as possible. Professor McGonagall yells at me, but I can’t hear her anymore. My ears throb as they grow, stretching and pointing at the ends.

My back arches into its new form, hairs poking my skin as they grow rapidly. Bones give a sickening crack as they move inside of me, my legs unable to hold me up. And I can’t stop it- because my mind is hollering and it’s too late to pull myself back now.

A snarl echoes from the throat, fangs poking my gums. It hurts, it always does- but this time it got too close.

My classmates could’ve seen me- they nearly did.

Long claws make an ugly noise as they scratch the floor beneath me, I probably look psychotic stumbling across the floor trying to regain control of myself again.

I want to hit him- I want to keep that ugly smirk off his face.

My hands curl into a fist, and I feel the stinging pain of claws scraping the palms of my hands. The painful red that follows feels warm on my skin, I keep my hand still until the pain begins to keep the rest of me still.

My hitched breathing is loud, but slowly I feel my nails dulling, pulling out of my skin. I let out a gasp, face beginning to shift back to its original shape.

My jaw throbs, and my fingers become sore as I desperately try to pull my self back into place. Bones are snapping, returning to normal while I struggle to hold myself up any longer.

Heavy breathes fall, but I barely recognize them. My ears dull until they’re no longer long and pointed, my eyes fade from the sharp yellow back to e/c.

“No, no no no,” I plead.

“….y/n?”

I snap my eyes up to the new voice, and freeze when I see Professor Lupin staring at me wide-eyed.

He analyzes my shaking figure, and he looks at me differently… almost understandingly.

I scramble to my feet again, stumbling away from him.

“Wait!” He calls out, but I sprint away before he can follow.

It’s all ruined.

***

The next day, I refuse to leave the dorms.

I slept in my closet last night, too afraid that one of my dorm mates would walk in and look at me the same way everyone else did before.

About halfway through the morning hour, there’s a tapping at my window- and I recognize F/n’s owl, Ares, staring at me through the glass. F/n sent a note.

I don’t want to read it. But I do- all it asks is where I am.

I slide down the wall slowly, letting the note fall to the floor beside me. I feel so tired.

Gosh- I was doing such a good job before. Whenever my anger would get the best of me, I’d find solace in an old closet or something, curl my hand into a fist so tightly it would unravel with red staining the palm. It would keep me stable- I had it under control.

But now?

A knock sounds from the door.

I don’t want to answer it.

I stare at it for a while, maybe I should. Maybe it’s F/n.

Eventually, I do open it.

Standing on the other side, is Professor Lupin, and I immediately freeze. What is he doing here?

The look he gave me yesterday flashes in my mind, the understanding, the empathy. He speaks before I do, much to my relief.

“May I come in?” He asks, and I hesitantly step to the side. He enters carefully, finding a spot towards the center of the room, and I sit down on the foot of my bed awkwardly.

“Look, professor-“ I try, only to be interrupted.

“It’s ok, I know.”

“…what do you think you know..?”

He sighs, looking round the room, as if searching for the right words. I watch cautiously.

“…I was about 4 years old, when I was turned.” He says- my eyes widen. Turned? Does that mean-?

“What..?”

“Well, that’s what you are, right,” he looks at me pointedly, “a werewolf?”

My heart stops when he says the word. Werewolf.

He knows- he not only knows, but he is one, and I almost can’t believe my ears.

“You’re…you’re one too?”

Lupin nods, doesn’t even hesitate. Another sigh, before he continues.

“When I was bit, it was in means of revenge. I was used to get back at my father, and it’s affected my life ever since.”

Lupin paces the room when he talks, taking slow steps across the carpet. I feel a bit bad, knowing the burden of this curse. Professor Lupin looks at me again.

“It took me years to learn how to control it- and if you’ll let me,” I can tell where this is going, “I want to help you learn as well.”

I pause, trying to think. I can learn to control it, to live with it. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

“…you’ll help me?” I ask quietly, looking up at him. His face softens slightly, and he nods.

“Of course.”

I don’t know what to say. He asks how old I was when I got bit, I tell him. 8 years old, on a camping trip with my mother and step dad. My mom didn’t know what to do, my step dad (at the time) hadn’t even warmed up to me much yet. I was left to face it alone.

Professor Lupin’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and he nods.

“So you had no parents to help you?” He asks, and I nod shyly. I almost don’t want to look at him, avoiding his gaze head on.

“It was kind of hard to, uh, connect with my step dad after that…”

He nods in understanding. I look away.

“Well, how about this,” he doesn’t step much closer to me, and I look at him curiously, “do you know what triggers it.”

I nod once more, bending my fingers around each other on my lap.

“Yeah, uh, my anger is…” I clear my throat, “yeah.”

“Great, then we’ll start there.” He says, as if it was an obvious fact. “Meet me after classes tomorrow, preferably by my classroom. That’s when we’ll start.” He begins to walk towards the door again, and I watch him. It’s so new, I’ve never even told people about such a burden before, yet here I am. Before he can leave, I stand up from my bed.

“Wait, professor.”

He turns to me curiously.

“…thank you.”

***

The first “lesson” was a bit of a messy one.

He asks me how I currently handle my anger, and I hesitantly look at the scars littering my palm and the heel of my hand.

“Ah, I see…” he trails off. I nod.

“Yeah…”

By the second lesson, he’s telling me what happens in my brain when I’m angry- and how to keep calm.

“It’ll sound like a cliche, but controlling your breathing.”

“Definitely sounds like a cliche.”

“Yeah, well, it works, sit down”.

By the 5th lesson I’m already sensing a difference in how I’m feeling- it’s like my body is more relaxed, my brain isn’t as high wired as it used to be.

But I’m weren’t sure- until I got tested.

It wasn’t Draco Malfoy this time, though they were close in obnoxiousness. A Ravenclaw, by the name of Riley, continuously pestering me after getting paired up for a project together. She followed me down the halls after class, ignoring all my attempts to brush her off.

Can’t she take a hint?

I turn another corner down the corridor, and she tells me once again how lazy I am. I feel myself getting more frustrated, heart beating faster, and I stop walking in the middle of the hallway. When I turn ti look at her she has the face of someone who just got fired from work- and I want to tell her that no one riles her up as much as she does to herself.

The first throb in my gums, I freeze, and turn away quickly. Her voice stops, thank god, and I feel her curious gaze burning holes into my back.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell myself, “it’s all cool.”

I close my eyes, blocking the memory of her voice, and let my breathing slow until it’s balanced enough for me to no longer feel the ache in my jaw.

My eyes open again, I’m normal.

I’m normal- holy shit. A grin spreads across my face and I check my hands just in case- nothing. My body didn’t change at all.

I whip around, not looking at Riley even as she throws another comment my way.

“Uh huh, yeah.” Is all i manage before I’m pushing past her and starting to jog down the hall.

“I did it,” I say to myself, “I did it!”

I’m basically running by the time I’ve made it to Professor Lupin’s classroom, knocking on the large wooden door a few times before he answers.

“Y/n?”

I grin at him. “I did it!” I exclaim, “I did it- I controlled it!”

His face begins to light up, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“What?”

I step into his room, but still spin around to face him. My cheeks are beginning to hurt from my smile but I don’t falter.

“I controlled myself, Lupin, i didn’t even change at all!”

His smile grows and he looks at me. “That’s wonderful, I’m so-“

Before he finishes, I step forward and hug him.

I didn’t even expect to, I just feel myself wrapping my arms around his torso and grinning like a mad man against his coat. His arms lay against my back in return in a fatherly embrace, so simple yet I could never miss it.

“Thank you” I say, and he smiles above me.

“Of course, Y/n.”

#Harry Potter fandom x gender neutral reader #Harry Potter fandom #Remus Lupin #werewolf reader #harry potter fandom x fem reader #Harry Potter fandom x male reader #66 recs&replies

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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Hi ! I just realized your request are open ! First of all congratulations for 500 follower 🎂🥳 !! My request are for Riddle Rosehearts, Ruggie Bucchi, Epel Felmier and Lilia Vanrouge, (romantic kinda, they have a crush ?) in form of a headcanons : gn!reader take something of their hair without warning and end up grazing their ear or their neck, hehe~ i thought it was a cute idea and would like to read it from you if you accept it ! ❤

let's go! gotta love moments in pining~!

reqs open!

a/n: ALSO, I changed Lilia's and Epel's trope a bit so it doesn't get boring! I do hope that's okay.

🍒 Riddle is already a nervous wreck around you, so when he sees your hand fly up against your hair, he freezes, too scared, or really, too nervous to move.

🍒 He looks up at your face, thanking the Great Seven that you don’t notice him staring at your features.

🍒 When your hand accidentally strays down to his ear, he squeaks, quickly pulling your hand away from him and holding his ear, unable to make eye contact.

🍒 Then when you reveal that its a fallen leaf you picked from his hair he’s one, mortified that his appearance isn’t as clean as he thought and two, you touched his ear!

🍒 It burns bright red as he begins to yell at you, something nonsensical that doesn’t even make sense to him because of how flustered he is.

🍒 “I- Don’t touch my ears- The rules state- ah- j-just please leave me alone for now!”

🌹 But you don’t mind his lecture. Not when he looked that cute.

🌹 He’ll lament this failure of his to Trey and Cater later on, cursing himself for what he’s done.

🍒 Ruggie is more cool with the entire thing; he’s got a crush on you, cool, yeah, and he’s happy you’ve gotten close enough to pet him without warning.

🍒 But when you brush against his ear repeatedly, like trying to wade something off, an embarrassing sound threatens to leave him.

🍒 Its a sort of laughing response, but its not the usual laugh he has. No, this one’s a laugh used for people closest to him, like his grandmother- and it’s bubbling up because you’re touching his ears-!

🍒 He grabs both of your hands with a growl, and brushes off his embarrassment with a joke.

🍒 “Oi, whatcha think you’re doin’, prefect? Petting my ears are gonna cost ya, ya know~”

🍒 And when you reveal a pestering lint, or material of some sort has been stuck in his hair, and not because you want to pet him…

🌹 He’ll be rolling around in his pillow for quite some time.

🍒 You know Epel doesn’t like being called dainty and cute- he truly doesn’t, but when he’s sitting under an apple tree and the lights are coming down from the leaves in patches that cling onto him like second skin, he certainly looks like it.

🍒 But then you spot something- a bug on his neck that he doesn’t seem to notice, still happily chattering to you about his hometown.

🍒 You suddenly reach out, grabbing his shoulder on one hand and aiming for his neck with the other.

🍒 But the bug is a persistent little shit, so it takes a couple of tries before you finally get it, but when you do, there’s bug goo all over his neck (gross). You do the honors of rubbing your thumb over it a couple of times, and its gone.

🍒 You pull back to find Epel staring at you with wide eyes and stained cheeks. Ooh, right. An explanation is probably due.

🍒 “There was a… bug.” You say, raising your bug goo covered thumb, wiping it on your shirt. “Did I startle you? Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

🍒 “‘S… fine.” Epel mumbles in his country accent. “Ya can go wash it off in the sink.”

🍒 You leave, and as soon as your back is turned, Epel buries himself on his thighs, grumbling. How DARE you look so focused and cool when you do it?! How dare you breathe down on him, making his heart pitter-patter like he’s just seen Vil? How dare you make him feel so… so… so girly and, and… and whatever these mushy feelings do to him?! How could you, how could you?!

🌹 He won’t even look at you when you come back. WHY?!

🍒 Lilia thinks you’re the cutest thing ever (except for Silver. And Sebek. And Malleus. ...basically his kids). Here you are, taking his heart captive and acting so nonchalant about it. It’s not everyday you have a… centuries? No, eons? …how-many-years-old fae crushing on you.

🍒 Your overly calculated methods of surprising him never fail to make him giggle when you fail and give him a pout. Aw, geez, you’re just making him want you even more at this rate!

🍒 So it comes as a surprise to both you and Lilia when you surprise him and you were so subtle at it, too.

🍒 You’re chilling in his room, you know, as friends do- Lilia’s focused on a game, and you’re just watching when unexpectedly, you reach out to pat his hair. You don’t say anything, but your hand roams down to his ear, then his neck.

🍒 He drops his controller and stifles an embarrassed laugh, asking if his neck interests you that much.

🌹 You should bite it. NO I SAID NOTHING

🍒 “Yeah, kinda. It’s really pretty. Your ears too. Can I touch ‘em?”

🍒 Lilia’s face is uncharacteristically red, a hand on his mouth, with his hair flying up like in animes.

🍒 Its a fae thing, you see, for the ears and neck to be awfully sensitive spots, and you brushed on them like they were nothing. You’re even saying you like them?! Puh-lease, no one’s ever made his heart pound quite like this before.

🌹 Maybe you should start making excuses to massage his neck and ears more often.

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fma03envy · 1 year

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Thinking about Ed and Al and themes of appearances/body vs maturity...

Thinking about how young Ed probably looked as a state alchemist at 12, especially given how small he is at his age, especially next to Al. How annoyed he always is at people underestimating him or calling him short. How sometimes the facade breaks a bit and you can see that the annoyance is partly exaggerated on his part (see: Ed laughing along with Elisa when she comments about his height. Pinako basically going "wow he doesn't get the joke huh :/" when Armstrong takes issue with Ed yelling at Pinako for calling him short). The "you have to grow up some time" thing with Psiren and how she goes back and forth between talking about Ed like a child vs an adult to be creepy and he has no real idea how to react and by the end of the episode is still uncertain/doesn't conceptualize how gross she was being. Nina at 12 vs Marcoh at 15; "I may not have grown an inch since then but I can't let my heart stay stunted!"

Al's height and how big and "imposing" he's looked since he was 10 and how people so often treat him more like an adult than Edward. The scene in Resembool where young Winry is gawking at Al's new form. "Brother, am I scary?" on the train to Central, where Al wanted to become a state alchemist to help Ed but couldn't take on that role due to the form he was in. Nina asking if Al's armor is heavy and him saying it's ok because he's strong. Al being mistaken for Ed's father and Ed being amused about it. Mustang and co mocking Ed and calling him childish after the fight with Scar, and Ed being unhappy but Al rejoicing at being treated like a child, in his eyes for the first time since he got his armor. (The idea of being a child is being associated both with protection/not everything being on you and a lack of autonomy). Al awkwardly apologizing to Rose/Ross+Brosh/etc for Ed's immaturity because being falsely assumed to be in a more adult position makes him feel obligated to act like he is (the Fullmetal Alchemist must protect his little brother; no one seems to know which one the Fullmetal Alchemist is)

Ed making a point of staying quiet during his automail attachment when most adults apparently scream because at least he has a human body, unlike Al; each Elric brother wanting to get the other's body back first because each feels responsible for the other's state, even though Al's condition is far more grave (both see maturity/taking responsibility as nearly indistinguishable from self-sacrifice?) (Reflected also in Ed trading his arm for Al in the first place?)

The scene where Ed accidentally hits Al in the face with a teacup, and because Al doesn't have expressions/can't feel it, for a second you wonder if he'll just brush it off, until you hear the distress in his voice. The way before Ed can really acknowledge this or apologize Ross comes in and calls Ed a child (just like her first impression of him by appearance that he wants to surpass) as a way of criticizing his denial about the stone (as such implying that Al in opposing him was modeling what it was to be an adult/authority; her first impression of him by appearance). And Ed relents while Al stays quiet in the background for the rest of the scene. (How this probably further reinforced the "being childlike is when you burden people and maturity is when you get hurt in another's name" thing in both brothers' minds)

(I'm just noticing Themes here more than trying to be coherent; I'm nowhere near done with my rewatch yet so I know for a fact that there are other parts to this I haven't gotten to yet)

#I have to overthink fma03 or ill die #adrien says stuff #fma #fma 03 #edward elric #alphonse elric #god. both of them were forced to grow up way too early is my main takeaway #fma rewatch #headcanons analysis au ideas and such

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ask-team-rainbow-gti · 2 months

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A leaked video file… Watch it?

Everything was going to plan so far. Axel and Blitzle had completed their daily missions with aplomb, Axel had managed to subtly convince the zebra to come up onto the top of Post Town right as the sun was setting, and Petal had ensured that no one was there to ruin their little moment.

Despite that, however, Axel's heart couldn’t stop beating ever faster. Everytime he looked over to his partner, he felt another pang of nerves hit him right in the chest. Nerves alongside feelings of love and admiration, of course. Those feelings weren’t so bad. They were the reason he was even up here in the first place.

As the last rays of sunshine faded over the Great Glacier in the distance, Axel knew that it was time to stop stalling. Enough waiting. He just had to say it. Just tell Blitzle how he felt, right? Be honest. That’s what everyone had been telling him to do, right?

Right as Axel gathered the courage to break the tentative silence that had come to rest over the founding members of Team Rainbow, however, he managed to talk over Blitzle, who apparently also had something on their mind.

“So-” Axel tried to begin.

“Axel-” Blitzle said, as they accidentally interrupted each other. They broke eye contact hastily, a blush appearing on both of their cheeks.

“You first.” Axel said, trying to recover. Blitzle probably just wanted to ask about tomorrow's mission, or future Paradise plans, or something.

“No, no, that’s ok. You can talk.” Blitzle said, a little too quickly. Axel wondered what that could be about. Still, if Blitzle insisted, then Axel supposed it was his turn to talk. He took a deep breath, and let it out.

“Blitzle,” he began quietly, hands trembling. This was hard. “It’s been really nice building Paradise with you. These last few weeks have been amazing. I can’t remember having so much fun in all my life. Going on missions with the team, building up Paradise to be really something special, and most of all, being around you.”

Axel locked eyes with Blitzle. It was now or never. Too late to stop what was coming. The words had already formed on his lips by the time he realized what he was saying.

“Blitzle, I’m in love with you.”

…

A pause.

It seemed unbearably long to Axel, despite only lasting a few seconds.

Blitzle sat there next to Axel with a dumbfounded look on his face, which slowly broke into a wide grin. “Really?” They asked, eyes wide.

Axel didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t exactly been sure what he was supposed to expect here, but this wasn’t it. “Yeah, really.” He confirmed with an exaggerated nod of his head.

“I came up here to tell you the same thing!” Blitzle exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “I mean, I never expected that you’d feel the same, but I just needed to get it off my chest, and man, this is so cool, I thought maybe you being a human you wouldn’t want that, but I guess I was wrong, and I’m so happy that I was wrong about it, and man you’re just so cool and awesome and-” The electric zebra ranted, speaking so fast that Axel could hardly understand what was being said. Of course, Axel had stopped listening when Blitzle had admitted to feeling the same way.

“Blitzle...” Axel cut in, seeing that Blitzle was getting a little worked up again.

Blitzle stopped talking immediately, focusing back in on Axel. The two seemed to have gotten shockingly close together. Their faces were almost touching now. When had that happened? Did either of them care? Certainly not right now.

“Please. Call me Zephyr.” Zephyr said quietly, revealing a name that had remained so elusive to Axel. The ultimate sign of trust between pokemon.

“Zephyr…” Axel said, his eyes tearing up as he did so. This was everything he’d wanted and more. He felt like his heart was about to burst. Should he go for it? Go in for the kiss? Zephyr appeared to be contemplating the same thing, after all.

That’s when things went wrong.

An unnatural chill filled the air, which made the cold sensitive Axew shiver. Shouldn’t it still be warm at this time of day? It wasn’t even winter yet.

A cold mist shrouded the previously beautiful scene in a hazy fog, which made the two newfound lovers break away from each other, looking around in confusion.

“Hey, Zephyr, what’s going on?” Axel asked, getting nervous once again.

A different kind of nervousness than before.

A terrified sort of nervous. Anxious, even. This wasn’t natural.

The shivering Axew and jumpy Blitzle looked to each other one more time, before whipping around to notice a large figure towering behind them.

A piercing roar echoed over the scenic cliffside and throughout the town, sending waves of terror through Axel’s spine.

Was this what he’d been sent here to stop? To defeat this creature? Kyurem?

Axel knew then that he didn’t stand a chance. That he’d be gone soon enough. He'd been foolish to think he could live happily in this world.

The video abruptly cut as Kyurem launched a massive icicle spear directly towards Axel.

#tw main character death #tw implied death #//asjkhdasjh I am evil and so sorry #axel speaks #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pmd gti

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TIMING: Around Christmastime PARTIES: Zane @rn-zane & Wynne @ohwynne LOCATION: A store SUMMARY: Zane and Wynne have to deal with an entitled customer while in line together! A conversation follows. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

After all this talk about Christmas decorations and consumerism and what not, Zane couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty as he hugged the shopping basket to his chest. It was just a few strings of lights, nothing boisterous, but the darkness of the house from the outside felt more and more looming with every passing day. The least he could do was put up some lights, pretend it was inviting when he got home from work. Actually making it look lived in would perhaps prevent an accidental squatter from settling in, too. Especially now with Chris dropping in when needed.

The store was fairly busy, an after-work rush forming a decent queue to the cash register. Zane zoned out, eyes rolling slightly when he finally noticed that there was indeed Christmas music playing. Apparently it really was never too early. Blocking out the rather bad pop-rendition of Santa Baby, his eyes roamed aimlessly until they caught on a gut wrenchingly familiar sight. Wynne’s back was facing him but it was them, no doubt about it. A few people separated them in the line but the second they’d finished paying, Wynne would turn and spot him.

They’d made it very clear that Zane’s… well, existence, brought them discomfort. He couldn’t blame them in the slightest. Shifting on his feet, worry rising at the thought of ruining Wynne’s whole day, about them probably trying to be polite while absolutely hating the sight of him, Zane made the sudden decision to simply leave. Gently nudging the person in front of him with an apologetic smile, he gestured past her. “Sorry, I just need to-”

“Boy, if you think I’m letting you cut this line, you are dead wrong.” Her voice rang out loudly, eyes sharp and freezing Zane to the spot, excuses about just needing to get past to leave falling on deaf ears as she continued on a tirade of ‘kids these days and their manners.’

—

With their new job paying a little better, Wynne was starting to grow more comfortable with spending some money on themself. One of their newest objectives when it came to spending money was adding more items to their wardrobe, which had been limited and very much filled with old Protherian clothing ever since they’d ran away. And though those fabrics were sturdy and comfortable, they looked out of place or rather — not like themself. Someone who had grown untethered from the commune that had clad them, fed them and told them how to both live and die.

They had tried on different clothes, looking at their figure in the mirror as if it was an improved version of themself, while also feeling like they were a stranger. It wasn’t really like they were venturing out wildly — they still clung to muted, earthy tones. But there was a pair of jeans in their arms that felt very much like a statement piece to them.

It was a glorious, kind moment where their freedom was celebrated in a tiny yet meaningful way. They almost forgot about the pessimism that had overtaken their mind, but it soon enough returned when another customer raised her voice. Wynne looked over their shoulder to look at the commotion, eyes already wide but growing wider at the sight of Zane. The sound of the woman’s voice seemed muffled even if it grew louder with every self righteous work she spoke and Wynne swallowed.

They seemed to land after a moment, grasping the situation better as in the background of their mind they remembered the vampire woman who had forced Zane’s head down into their neck. How she was dead like Padrig and the demon. They didn’t feel afraid, they found, just a general type of bad. Like their guts were churning in their stomach in response. “It’s okay, he’s with me, he’s not cutting in line,” she said to the woman, fingers digging in the fabric. “But we’ll um, leave. Okay?” Wynne moved from their spot in the line, leaving one less person for the angry woman to wait on and heading towards the back of it. The last thing they wanted was to be a witness or participant in some kind of scene. At the back of the line they loitered, looking at Zane and wanting to say something — just not being sure what.

—--

This was hell. Hell was real and Zane was stuck smack dab in the middle of it, being shouted at by an older lady with Wynne’s attention turning towards him, eyes widening in horror. He could have moved first, turned his head away, anything. Instead, Wynne’s gaze and the angry confrontation kept him glued to the spot, mouth dry and stomach twisted with anxiety. In some karmic twist, Wynne was the one who stepped up to the rescue, diffusing the situation.

The woman still looked offended but clearly found it harder to be angry with Wynne than the tall and, in her opinion, rude young man. Zane, to his credit, did manage to mutter an apology despite being practically smacked speechless at this point. His feet shuffled until he too had left the queue, hands clutching desperately at the basket in his hands. As if the solution to this situation rested somewhere underneath the lights and garland stuffed in there.

Wynne was watching him, making a prompt exit stage left seem a bit hasty, so Zane slowly shifted his way over. A good six feet of distance separated them, both seeming just as lost for words. “Those look nice,” was the first thing to leave his mouth that wouldn’t have been a new rendition of profuse apologies, head nodding towards the jeans in their arms.

—

So much had happened since that time in the barn. That wasn’t to say the memories had grown any less sharp and jagged — Wynne still awoke panting to the memory of that dank and dark place, feeling that cold sharp pain in their neck again. They still looked at Arden and wondered if she thought about it too, if she replayed those bits even if she didn’t want to. But so much had happened since all the same.

Some of the most relevant occurrences perhaps having happened within them. Though part of them was more lost than ever now that the demon was dead and that chapter was closed, they also felt more in charge than they ever had before. Zane was no longer as scary a thing as he had once been, in those initial days, weeks and even months since the kidnapping. And though they felt uncomfortable, there was no resentment or fear to be found. Just that same sadness that everything came back to these days.

They looked down at their jeans, then back up at Zane. “Oh. Thank you.” Wynne grimaced a little. They almost opened their mouth to explain that they were very excited to buy new clothes, but Zane barely really knew them. “That woman was not very nice. Your … lights are nice though.” They dug their teeth in their lip. “Um. How have you … been?” They did kind of wonder. After all, they understood now that Zane had lost quite a bit at that barn, too.

—

It wasn’t a smile but it was… something. Their eyes no longer held the same glaring amount of conflict as they’d done in the hospital, the last time Zane had seen them. Wynne looked better, too. Stronger, almost. But still in some ways shrunken by the weight of the vampire’s presence. He glanced back towards the woman who had loudly made her opinions known, giving a small shrug. “People get tense around the holidays,” he excused, even though he had no idea if that was just the lady’s general attitude. Benefit of the doubt.

His lips quirked slightly, relieved in some ways that Wynne seemingly wanted to keep this conversation going. It almost slipped out, that he was going to decorate the house but bringing their attention to the place Wynne had been held and hurt seemed… bad. “Trying my hand at some decorating,” Zane said lamely instead, shifting his weight, wishing things were different.

“Oh, uhm…” His eyebrows had shot up in surprise, the question probably the last thing he’d expected Wynne to ask. “You know… dealing. Done a bit of training with Emilio which was… surprisingly nice. Lots of work, keeping busy.” Zane focused on relaxing his hands, currently twisting the handle of his basket within an inch of its life, the plastic threatening to snap. “You and uh, Ariadne, huh? That’s great.”

—

That seemed to be true enough, that these so-called holidays made people more tense. Wynne tried not to think about last year around this time, when they’d been on the run and so many places had been packed and decorated. “I guess so.” People at home would get stressed around big rituals and the like as well, lash out more easily and make larger demands. They wanted to stop comparing things to the past and live in the present.

But it was unshakeable. Zane stood across from them in the store, but they were also across from them in the barn. They blinked. “I like the decorations,” they stated bluntly and simply, “The town looks nice. Twinkling like that.” They tried not to think about where Zane might put up the decorations, preferred to think it was just at the hospital.

When the vampire mentioned Emilio they were a little surprised. It wasn’t like they felt betrayed by this fact — just surprised. They trusted the slayer’s judgment, just as they trusted in Ariadne’s. That was two points in Zane’s favor. “That’s very nice of him. He taught me some moves too. It’s good I think, for us.” They probably could use some fighting skills. “Still at the hospital?” Wynne beamed a little, nodding. “Yes. I’m — maybe it’s …” They cut themself off. “It’s really nice. About five months now.”

—---

Zane couldn’t pretend not to notice the signs of discomfort, the way Wynne’s eyes would unfocus for a second or shift uncomfortably away from him, the tension in their shoulders. Not that he was doing any better but comparing their situations felt unfair - Wynne didn’t have anything to make up to him. “I agree. It’s always been my favorite thing about the season, everyone trying to keep away the darkness.” He huffed out a quiet chuckle at himself. “Which sounds way too dramatic when talking about fairy lights.”

Talking about the people they both knew instantly felt safer. Zane didn’t want Wynne feeling obliged to ask how he was doing, to pretend to care about his emotional state just for the sake of politeness. Both of them cared about Emilio, for some reason, and Ariadne for obvious reasons so the common ground felt steadying. The line moved forward and the two shuffled along with it. “Yeah, it was strangely nice. He’s a good teacher.” It was comforting that Wynne was learning how to defend themselves, too. While Zane definitely needed to, it was clear which of the two was more vulnerable. “Still there, yup. No shortage of people that need the ER, sadly.”

Watching Wynne’s face be taken over by an emotion that wasn’t stress nor discomfort made Zane unable to contain his own smile. “I’m really happy for you two. It’s good that you have each other.”

—

The world had been painted in black and white at home. No shades of gray — just absolutes. Things were either good or bad. There was either sowing or reaping, day or night, life or death. All these opposites were required for a balanced world, and in that kind of world view there was no space for someone like Zane. Someone who had hurt them badly and was still good. But Wynne had gained insight over the past months and knew now that these things could coexist. “No, it makes sense. At home we’d burn a lot of candles when it got dark. And there were the stars, of course. You can’t see them as well here.” They flushed a little, at this lifting of the veil.

It was still hard to trust their own judgment at time, as it felt like their mind was leaking with the thoughts of people back home. But Emilio and Ariadne trusted Zane, and he was being nice to them now. They inhaled and exhaled deeply and found that their unease wasn’t as large as it had been at the beginning of this conversation. “He really is.” They smiled sadly. “I would hope one day less people need it.”

They nodded. “I think so too.” Wynne was quiet for a moment, fumbling with the tag on the jeans. They didn’t want to befriend Zane, but they also didn’t want to think of him as the monster from their memory any more. He’d killed the woman who’d forced his teeth down. Wynne had condemned their mentor to death. There was a red thread there, something tying them together. They didn’t want to explain it to him yet (if ever), but it made them feel something close to forgiveness. “It’s okay. If you want to be friends with Ariadne. I’ve thought about that. It’s okay. You seem like …” They shrugged. “You could be a good friend to her.” They were both undead, after all. And in that area, Wynne could never offer Ariadne their full understanding.

—

It took him a moment to realize the flush spreading over Wynne’s face and another moment to realize why, his usual intuitiveness in reading people murky by the stress of this encounter. They had revealed something they hadn’t meant to, reminding Zane of their strange bonding experience way back in that hospital room. Another piece in the puzzle of Wynne's life, but clearly one they hadn’t meant to let slip so Zane brushed it off for them. “Nothing really beats a sky full of stars. I am a sucker for a scented candle, though.”

Again, silence settled between the two of them but it didn’t feel quite as heavy as before, a small step in the right direction perhaps? Zane was used to the silence of people thinking, pondering on a response or what to say next. Now that Wynne no longer looked like they wanted to bolt from the store, he could let the silence sit. Eyes widened slightly when they finally spoke again, a proverbial olive branch being handed over that Zane still didn’t feel quite deserving of. “That’s-” He cut himself off, an array of things to say at the ready that all eventually boiled down to sounding like he didn’t trust Wynne’s judgment on this.

“Alright. Well, I’ll be here if she has any time. I’ve heard being in a nice relationship can be really time consuming.” A joke, sort of, delivered with a soft smile. Almost hopeful. Zane didn’t expect Wynne to ever fully get over what had happened - it had left more scars than just the one they were clearly quite expert at covering up. But maybe things could, at some point, be fine.

—

Zane didn’t ask about where they’d come from, where they had burned the candles and seen the stars. There were a lot of places with candles and stars, of course, but it still felt like something personal. Maybe one day they’d tell him about how they’d recognized something of themself in him, but this place was not the right one. “I personally prefer a nice scented oil. But I don’t say no to a candle either.” This small bit of common ground was nice enough for now.

Had this really been the person who’d ripped open their throat? Who’d made them bleed despite his refusal to? It was hard to think of this Zane as the same person as he stood here, with strings of lights and talking of things so mundane. Wynne knew people contained multitudes. People could be vicious and violent and yet be kind, like Emilio. People could care about you and still intend to hurt you, like their parents. People could be the sweetest, softest person you knew and still have to make others afraid, like Ariadne. It didn’t make sense, but it did. It just was this way.

They let out a nervous laugh, bursting past their lips awkwardly. “We have our own lives! But yes … I do take up some of her time. But it’s okay. Really.” Wynne was sure of it. They felt a twinge of selfishness for their previous request, but then their neck was still marred. Some things took time. “I hope your house looks nice after decorating. I’m … I’m going to check out now. See you around, Zane.” There was no need to duck into an opposite direction if they were to see him again, after all. He hadn’t meant any harm in the barn and he certainly meant no, now. They lifted a hand in a half wave and walked back to the check-out, feeling their throat throb but feeling something besides their elation, too. Hope.

#zane.#a certain darkness.#threads.

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adobe-outdesign · 1 year

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would definitely love to hear ur thoughts on the cufant line!

Maybe I'm just biased because this was my second shiny in SV, but I rather like Cufant. It's cute—I like the almost cat-smile effect it has with the trunk and the shape of the eye—and I think the idea of a mining theme that focuses more on the element being mined (in this case, copper) than the equipment is a neat angle to go at it from.

Visually, using green areas to represent oxidization (patina) makes sense and creates a good light/dark contrast with the orange body. The design is ornate enough but not overly busy due to most of the body being left clear, and the little shovel trunk is a nice touch.

That said though, there are a few small things that bug me. Like, I'm not big on the "hat"—it feels very out-of-place, and the shape isn't reflected anywhere in the design. Likewise, it's bothersome that it uses the lighter underbelly color when it the similar-looking trunk and toenails both use white (either the hat should be white or the other accents the light orange, but keep it consistent).

Also, the markings feel a bit random. The ones on the trunk, hat, and toenails are very angular, while the rest of them are more ornate and round. Neither option is bad, but some visual consistency would be appreciated. Other than that, though, it's a fine little design.

Also, side note: it was probably just GameFreak trying to give a good reason for an Indian Elephant to be in Poke-England, but the whole "They came over from another region long ago and worked together with humans" thing combined with the mining accidentally makes this into the British Imperialism Pokemon, which is a big 'ol yikes from me. They definitely should've saved this one for a different region entirely.

Copperajah has something interesting going for it with the patterning on its body, which is very reminiscent of copper deposits. I think these spots look best in areas like the toenail accents, the ears, and the eyes—areas where the placement feels purposeful.

In areas where the placement is less purposeful, however, the body starts to get a bit messy. The swirls on the body pop nicely but feel very random in shape and placement. And then there's the lighter green, which makes the colors a bit garish and adds nothing to the design. I would've dropped the underbelly completely, then made the light green areas on the trunk and tail orange instead.

The boxy look also isn't my favorite. It's probably supposed to look chunky, like copper ore, but it instead it just comes across as inorganic and stuff. Likewise, the random ore chunks on top of the head are a weird shape. It's got the right idea and a neat aesthetic to it, but it could've used a bit of refinement and simplification.

And honestly, I think g-max Copperajah is one of my least favorite g-maxes—which is saying a lot, because I don't like a lot of them to begin with. The body shape is just so freaking bizzare and so ugly—the boxy look was one of my least favorite things about Copperajah, so seeing it emphasized here with a weird upright design just makes it look completely unlike a living creature.

And so much of this design just feels random. Emphasizing the digging trunk is fine enough, but why the speckled underbelly? Why are the legs so much bigger than the upper legs? Why do the toenails go under the foot??? It's just a mess all around.

If GameFreak decides to give this line some other forms in the future that aren't quite as aimless as the g-max, I wouldn't mind seeing a regional variant. It's said to be imported to Galar, so giving it a regional that was what it looked like originally would be a nice bit of world-building.

Anyway, overall: Copperajah has a nice design as a whole and an interesting theme with the copper concept. Copperajah has the right idea, but the design needed cleaned up and simplified a bit. And we don't talk about the g-max.

#cufant #copperajah #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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bump1nthen1ght · 2 years

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Hear me out

I woke up with this idea in middle of a night, so imma dump it here

Imagen, monster standing in the corner of a room in total darkness, waiting to come back from the toilet, so ot can scare you till you pee once again.

As you enter it prepares, it sees you looking at it, but.... nothing happens. You just walk to bed like nothing happened, as if monsters in your room are a norm.

It peeks it's interest, from that moment on it starts to spy on you (to yhe best of it's ability, since soon and day aren't the best for them) and soon it gains feeling. Eventually it all came to the point it wanted to talk.

As it stood before you, waiting gor you to react, it realizes "Holy damn, you're blind". You put your glasses on and just stare (and mayhaps pee a little)

And that's how you met your partner of several years

~~🎃🌟

Aww how cute. Hope you enjoy anon!!

Shadow Creature (it/it's pronouns) x Visually Impaired! GN!Reader: First Meeting Headcanons

- It came to it on a whim. Saw a cute human walking back into their apartment, saw a conveniently dark shadow to teleport into, and the idea popped into its mind

- It’s not a malevolent monster, just a shadow monster looking for some fun.

- (Plus, one of it’s friends just recently shacked up with a human, seems pretty nice. Also don’t humans love surprises?? They find that romantic, it thinks)

- Seeing the adorable fear on your face would just be a plus

- It creeps in the darkness, making sure only its peering yellow eyes could be seen from the darkness. They contort their form to the shadow, a realistic improbability that it knows humans hate to look at

- It waits for you to come into your room, knowing you’ll probably drop your keys in your dresser, right where it’s standing

- But when you walk by it without a care, it becomes a little embarrassing.

- It even began to step out of the shadow, lumbering limbs bumping into the bedside table, just leering over your sleeping form

- Surely you’ll wake up, scream, and it can laugh and introduce itself right??

- Nope

- You toss and turn, but never fully awaken. It has to leave before the sun rises, so it’s left feeling a little blue

- It spends the next few days in more inconspicuous shadows, watching your nightly routine when it has the time. It thinks it will get you, when it accidentally spooks your dog, but the dog takes one sniff and leaves it alone, instead snuggling up to you in bed.

- Now not even animals are scared of it?? WHAT IS HAPPENING

- It’s momentary attraction becomes a crush; Half an addiction to the chase and half the longing for your domesticity.

- It sees you dancing in the kitchen, mouthing dramatic ballads to your service dog in the dead of night, and thinks agains how cute you are.

- It hears you cry when a particularly sad moment in your favorite audiobook comes up, wondering why your favorite character had to die

- It sees you fake cheer when you pour yourself a nice cup of wine after a long week, putting on some music as you spill all your worries to a friend over the phone

- It likes the cute face you make when you’re mad, the intonation in your voice when talking about your passions, the sweet names you call your dog

- (And yeah, it may sneak some of your favorite snacks into your fridge as a welcoming gift. It hopes you notice its gesture, but you pass off most gifts as you forgetting what you bought at the grocery store)

- It finally decides to monster-up and introduce itself properly, only waiting for dusk before sliding into your house

- It sees you come home, shrugging off your coat, throwing your keys to the side. It wonders the best way to introduce itself, before it finally sees what happened that night.

- You take off your tinted glasses for a second, flexing your eyes and gripping tight on your dog’s vest handle. It can’t understand the human words written on the side, but it can see the way you struggle to place your hand on your dogs snout for a pet. You eventually do find it, petting and cooing softly, but your eyes are distant, unfocused.

- “Oh my god, you’re blind, duh.” It says, outloud, and you scream

- It was right, you are cute when you are scared. Scrambling for your glasses and wondering why your dog isn’t barking at the home intruder.

- When your corrective lenses are finally back on, giving you some semblance of sight, you're stunned silent at the form in front of you.

- “I’m so dumb.” The creature sighs, rubbing sheepishly between its horns. “My bad, I wanted to surprise you but I guess this is kind of more than you bargained for.”

- “Um…okay?” You ask, knuckles tight on your service dog's vest. “Do I, Uh, know you?”

- “Oh! Naw, you don’t.” The creature says, scratching its neck. “I’m just a wanderer, passing through. You’re,” A lighter shade of blue and purple stains it’s void-like cheeks, “Cute so I’d thought I’d introduce myself.”

- Two thoughts in your head: Interesting and ?????

- “Quick question,” You say, eyes still looking toward your door. “Does your kind have, uh, property laws?”

- “Nope.” The creature says, popping the p. “What's that?”

- Ok, ok that makes more sense.

- “Its just that in human culture, it’s kind of an invasion of space enter someones home without their permission. So I just wanted to clarify some things.”

- The creature's face morphs into confusion, shock, then even more embarassment.

- Shadow creatures live very travel-heavy lives, occupying a space in between darkness and filled with other creatures all the time. It’s ability to teleport meant walls and doors had little transitive meaning. It had never even crossed it’s mine that humans were more…particular with that sort of thing.

- “Oh my god, oh my god I’m so sorry. This is-I’m embarrassed, I can’t believe- I should just go-”

- Seeing the way it fumbles, piercing eyes blundering around to avoid your gaze and nervously fuddling its fingers draws your sympathy. Yeah, it’s a giant shadow monster about as tall as your ceiling, but it’s kinda cute.

- “No, it’s alright! I get it, culture differences, and all.”

- “How about we go get some coffee? That’s a common human way to get to know someone. There’s a nice place not too far from here.”

- They perk up, still twiddling their clawed fingers, but give you a toothy smile

- Good gracious that's a lot of teeth.

- “I think I’d like that.”

#my writing #headcanons #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #gender neutral reader #fluff

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kaerichan-yatta · 11 months

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y'know what? shush. i've been in an extreme lee mood

Yellow car, closed!

(Modern AU!Venti & G/N!Reader, platonic)

Summary: In italy there's this game where when you see a yellow car, you hit someone's shoulder and you say "yellow car, closed!" to specify that you're the one who saw it first and you can't be hit anymore. But, what if you hit your best friend's shoulder with your...foot? Oh, Venti for sure knows how to play.

Enjoy!

Ah, wasn't it just so nice to lay down and relax in the park.

Just you two, you and your best friend, Venti, sitting on a blanket and enjoying your time off school. Both of your shoes distractedly left in front of you, along with your backpacks.

The silence, just the sound of the cars passing by, maybe a group of kids far behind you, playing on the slide or the swing.

Then, you saw it coming. From afar, a yellow car.

Oh, it was the perfect opportunity to remember Venti how bad he hit your shoulder the last time he saw a yellow car before you.

You looked at him to see if he was paying attention to the road. Pff. His head was in the clouds.

Just one problem. You were a little bit too far for your fist to reach his shoulder. You'd make too much noise if you tried to move closer.

Oh, but your foot could. Everything was fair, as long as your target was hit...right? Of course it was fair!

So, as soon as the car was in full sight, you hit him with a push, helping yourself with your toes to effectively make it feel like a punch, or a kick in this case.

"Yellow car, closed!"

"Ah!" you had probably startled him, because he immediately whirled around and grabbed whatever had hit him.

"Hah! Got you! Who's the fastest one now huh?"

You gave Venti a moment to recover from the little scare you gave him. Man, what a terrible decision.

"Oh, for sure you're the fastest..."

It was in that exact moment that you wondered why he hadn't let go of your foot yet. And that you realized why, too.

"But rules are rules, right?"

Ah, another time where your mind convinced itself that everything was fair? No, that couldn't be possible.

"W-what do you mean?" you gently tugged at your now trapped ankle. No, oh no.

You saw Venti smirking. Oh. No.

"You must hit someone with your fist, not with you foot"

Within seconds, you found yourself squealing as soon as familiar fingers started scribbling along your foot.

"Wahaha-wahahahait! Vehehenti! Nooohoho!"

"Wait for what?" his fingers travelled up to your toes, and there, you lost it. "You broke the rules, now you get punishment!"

"I- I thought kihihicks wehehere valid! Plehehehease- nohohot theheHEHERE! AH- VEHEHENTI!"

At this point, when Venti started to tickle your toes and your heel at the same time, you couldn't even form full sentences.

"Well, maybe you should revise the rules a little bit, hehe. What if we do it now, mhh?~"

Your eyes snapped open and your hands flailed to stop him as you realized what he meant. And most of all, you got scared when he took off your sock. Ah, no, not that!

"First, you spot a yellow car" he scratched under your big toe, already sending you hysterics.

"Then, you select your target" he did the same with your second toe.

"V-VEHEHENTI! I knohohow how to plahahahay!" you begged, hoping to convince him.

"No you don't! Anyways, after that, you keep in mind that you have to hit your target with your fist, and not with anything else"

The fact that he made this whole sentence while he tickled your third toe made you want to kick his face, gosh, it tickled so bad!

"Then, you hit your target, possibly not strong enough to hurt them"

Well, at least he remembered the time he accidentally hit you a little bit too rough.

But for sure that didn't compensate with the tickle you were receiving.

"And finally, you scream -yellow car, closed!-" at that point, another yellow car passed, and not only he tickled your pinky toe, not only he reached out to hit your shoulder, but he also took advantage of it switched to tickle your neck.

"So, have you learnt the rules now?"

"Y-yehehes! Yes- now stohohohop! Plehehease!"

He chuckled as tears of joy pinched the corners of your eyes.

"Alright, alright, I trust you you'll remember the rules, hehe~"

"Next time I see a yellow car...I'm so going yo get you back for this..."

"Oh please, I don't break rules every now and then like a certain someone!~"

You glared at him playfully when he stuck his tongue out at you. "You-! Oh, that's it, come here!"

And you both knew that between yellow cars and tickle fights, your afternoon wasn't going to end soon.

#kaeri writing #tickle #genshin impact tickle #ler!venti #implied lee!venti #lee!reader #implied ler!reader #<3

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mosraev · 9 months

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Lyrics through the decade 2/10

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 2; 2014

In March 2014 I made my first song and so with the new found interest in songwriting I started experimenting a lot with different themes and moods of songwriting that I've tried to show here.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic 1); Ray of Sunshine

First song I ever wrote with a very simple form of three verses in a row. I had tried to learn an ATL song on guitar yet in my failed attempt to learn the rhytmn I made a melody instead (very hard to sing but fun for what it is)

Featured lyric: Clouds outside are starting to gather

[and] my mind in as terrible weather.

Song 2 (pic 2); Female Dress Code

The second song I ever wrote and the first with a chorus - way more singable than RoS. I call it my 'Not Like Other Girls' song since I through the song describe this one girl I say is the opposite of me and how I don't understand women fashion.

Featured lyric: the best thing you can wear is a smile,

but has been hidden away for a while.

Song 3 (pic3); Instant Camera

A song about longing for a relationship (not autobiografical if I remember correctly). This song is special to me not in its themes but that I played it for the talent show at my high school and won first prize. I spend the money to buy a new guitar.

Featured lyric: As May turned to December,

We took photographs with your old instant camera

((Extended)) are you gonna burn them like orange autumn leaves?

Song 4 (pic4); Aubade

First song written on piano (and I made it a spanish intro because I could). As song about supporting a friend in need. Has some really cute lines in retrospect.

Featured lyric: Mirrorside lies! It reflects what eye sees not heart be.

Your flaws make you unique, and you're beautiful to me.

Song 5 (pic5); Train

An angst song. Written together with a friend that accidentally also came out as trans years later. It is a very angry song full of self dread and hate. Very teenager.

Featured lyric: I'll go down in history as another nobody

starring out in nowhere wasting time.

Song 6 (pic6); Corner

First song that I remember where I didn't make up a character to tell the story from but instead used my own experiences. Although some parts of it is half inspired by Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Feautured lyric: Observer. I'm lost in a world were I don't exist

((Extended)) no wonder why my voice's dismissed.

Song 7 (pic7); Stranger 7-10-8-1

Probably one of my strangest titles (pun intended) this song is about seeing the beauty in people around you and that we cannot know everybody's story. Also it is a cute little love song to all the strangers you might meet on your way.

Featured lyric: I have to say, you look good today.

We haven't met, but anyways

everybody's beautiful in their own way.

Song 8 (pic8); Not All Heroes Wear Capes Mine Plays Guitar

Can you tell that I liked Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco from the sheer length of this title x'D? This was a song made and dedicated to one of my then favourite musician, Jack Barakat from All Time Low which is funny when I read it now since a few bits of the lyrics can be used to describe one of my favourite musicians today (Jere Pöyhönen aka Käärijä)

Featured lyric: He's a ticking time bomb filled with bad jokes and contagious joy

Honorable mention:

Flower bud, he trives on the stage tonight.

#lyrics #2014 #ray of sunshine #female dress code #corner #aubade #instant camera #train #stranger 7-10-8-1 #not all heroes wear capes mine plays guitar #mosraev #mosræv

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thygoddessouijathicc · 1 year

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My Promised DSAF Fanfic Where You Adopt Dave

(Disclaimer: I wrote this before reaching my like goal for my post, but I have no patience and I got enough on the original post where I brought up the idea so I decided to chase dopamine and post this shit early because I was bored.

Reader is gender neutral and can be anything you want them to be. Will be second POV despite that being my least favourite POV it’s the only one that works for these. Dave has just been kicked out of the orphanage. Also one of you mentioned Dave being in a box on the side of the road and I decided that yes, yes he is, and promptly stole it for my fic, thank you so much for the idea it’s exactly correct. Dave goes by Will because this is pre-Henry. Btw, Dave canonically has scales, and I’m forcing everyone to remember that.)

Today was probably the worst day of your life. Your shift started at 1pm ended at 10pm. You had accidentally left your car at home (don’t ask how), and hadn’t realized until the end of your shift. You had forgotten to pack lunch. And on top of it all, it was pouring.

Little did you know your day was about to get far… far… weirder.

It was dark out, and the sky was cloudy, not a star could be seen in the sky. You groaned. If you had to walk back home at night, at least you could have some stars to look at!

As you were feeling pity for yourself on your long walk home a car drives by and splashes you.

“FOR FUCKS S-“ you start to say, you were normally relatively easygoing, but everyone has their breaking point. You are stopped when you hear the sound of thunder and a light far too close for comfort.

Now, at this time of the year, in your area, lightning was no joke, and you were almost hit moments ago.

You aren’t exactly someone who would NORMALLY be overly bothered by lighting, but with how your day is going, it feels like you might get smited at any moment.

You see a point up ahead in which the road overlaps and creates an overhanging area. You run towards it.

Once under the overhang you groan dramatically and sit down, watching cars go by.

After a few minutes, dense as you are, you pick up on the sounds of someone crying.

You look around the area and your eyes land on a wet cardboard box. It’s wetter than the area around it as if it has been moved there after the rain started.

You suspiciously approach the box with a stick (you always must be careful of if the contents of the box are a ghost).

You poke the box and nothing happens. It does not reveal its true form as a mimic.

“G-go away! I’m tired!” The voice of a child says from inside the box, one with a surprisingly thick New York accent.

Ok, there is a kid in the box. You could do a few things about this. Call CPS (you don’t have your phone), explode (why did that cross your mind), throw the box onto the highway (WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?) or help the child. You decide shockingly on the reasonable option, and open up the box.

…

You don’t exactly know what you were expecting, but it definitely was not this. The child appears to be a young boy somewhere between 8 and 12, he’s curled up into a ball crying, and his clothes are tattered, but that is most definitely not what catches your eye.

He’s purple.

Like actually purple.

His skin is entirely purple, and appears to have a scaley quality to it.

You jump back. The child does not move.

Calming yourself down from seeing something potentially paranormal, you go back to the rim of the box.

The boy is looking up at you now.

Upon closer inspection he’s both more and less human looking than you initially saw.

Although a great deal about him, from general shape, to facial features, and even his behaviour is clearly human, he’s purple, scaley, and seems to lack ears. Small strands of hair come off his head as if they can’t grow properly, and he’s bald otherwise.

The boy stares at you for a moment and then collapses back into his box, and closes it as best he can.

“Go away.” He hisses. “I just want to sleep.”

The box is still very much open, and you can see him shivering inside, cradling a rabbit doll. It’s at this point you notice the cuts and bruises. He’s covered in them. It finally clicks for you that he ISN’T something paranormal. Or if he is, it doesn’t matter. He’s just a purple kid.

“That box looks cold.” You finally say.

“Thanks, captain obvious.”

“Where did all your bruises come from?“ you ask, sitting down beside the box.

“People throwin’ rocks at me mostly.”

“Why do they do that?”

“Why do ya think?” The boy says, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Where are your parents?”

“Fuck if I know. They dropped me off in the first orphanage they saw and never came back.”

“If they dropped you off in an orphanage, why are you here?”

“I got kicked out.”

“Why?”

“Why do ya think?” The boy snarls at you.

“I don’t think that’s fair. People throwing rocks at you is just people being terrible but to deny you shelter in an orphanage when you’re-“

“9. And yer not foolin’ anyone, ya almost screamed when ya saw me.”

“I was just surprised that’s all!”

“Uhuh. Sure.”

“No really. You don’t bother me.”

“Yer not the first person to say that. None of em mean it.”

“I do.”

“Sure.” You sit in silence for a moment. It seems the child has made up his mind that he doesn’t like you.

“What’s your name?”

“Will.”

“That’s a nice name.”

“No it’s not.”

“I think it is.”

…

“What are ya even doin’? Talking to me and shit.”

You aren’t sure how to answer that. Why ARE you talking to him? He clearly doesn’t want to talk to you, you don’t know him, and there’s not exactly much you can do for him… but you do want to help him.

“I wanna help you.” You say simply.

“…Why?”

“Because I don’t think a kid should be living in a wet cardboard box on the side of the road with people throwing rocks at them.”

“Well tough shit because there’s no way ya can help ya’d actually do. This is just what happens to kids no one wants.”

“Well just so I’m aware, what COULD I do to help you?”

“Ya could adopt me. But ya won’t. I know ya won’t. No one wants an aubergine kid.”

You could adopt Will.

You have a decent job, more than enough to pay for your apartment, your needs, extra stuff, and to have a lot left over.

“I’ll adopt you.” You say simply, without a second thought.

There’s a moment of silence where all you can hear is the rain crashing down. Will looks at you, as if expecting you to take back this offer, when you don’t, he cries. You can see he’s scared. Scared that you’ll reject him. He knows he can’t take that. Not now.

You pick him up out of the box. He’s light, as if he hasn’t been eating enough. He probably hasn’t.

Will immediately hugs you, still sobbing.

The rain has started to let up, so you decide it’s time to go home. You cradle the crying child in your arms and start the walk.

A few months have passed, you’ve managed to legally adopt Will.

Over these months you’ve discovered a lot about the child. His neck seems to be able to stretch infinitely, he tends to give people nicknames that vary from relevant to completely random, and he likes kabobs.

Will has settled in pretty well, he’s started school a week ago (something you worried a lot about), and while he does talk about getting bullied a lot, he’s making friends. One in particular who he calls “Old Sport”, which seems to be one of his more random nicknames.

You’re sitting at home reading the newspaper, a little concerned, apparently children have been going missing around a mysterious circus, although the lion tamer has been arrested for the crime, you don’t think he’s the guy. Taking one look at his picture you can tell he’s no murderer, now the ringleader…

It’s rude to make assumptions, you tell yourself.

You’re just happy that your son won’t be involved in any of that.

(Notes: Y/N has single-handedly prevented multiple counts of child murder by adopting an aubergine.)

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