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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hi! I am absolutely in love with your writing! The way you portray our boys is just *chefs kiss*

Anywho, I was wondering if I could request poly!marauders x plus size reader? Maybe she is very confident until somebody picks on her and she starts becoming obsessed with dieting and stuff. (I'm struggling a lot with that rn) just a bunch of worry and comfort from our boys.

If you don't feel comfortable writing this or just the prompt I gave it's okay. Ily!♡

Hi, thanks for requesting my love! I'm really sorry you're struggling right now, I know how hard it can be and hope you're doing your best to take good care of yourself. You're beautiful just as you are <33

cw: size insecurity, behavior that hints at disordered eating

poly!marauders x plus size!reader ♡ 1.2k words

The worst part is, you know they weren’t even really trying to insult you.

You smiled as best you could, said your thanks politely, and moved on. Moved on outwardly, that is. Inside, the words play over and over in your head, like a song on the radio that gets worse each time you listen to it. It wasn’t that they were vicious, or particularly clever, or even wrong. It’s just, you’re not used to people commenting on your body like that.

You know you’re not skinny. So does everyone else. Neither of you typically feel the need to confer about it. Every now and again, some cruel busybody will say something, but that’s fairly easy to brush off. They’re insecure about their own looks, they have nothing better to do than fixate on strangers’ appearances, they’ve probably been on diet pills since they were twelve. You wish them well and mostly forget about it. But what’s worse is when someone comes to you with good intentions. The idea of being perceived as pitiful or wrong—really, having your physical form perceived at all—by someone who seems to want the best for you is what really hurts. That’s what makes you want to hide, to shrink yourself down until they can’t see you anymore. To become the invisible status quo.

It’s why, over the last few days, anything skintight or remotely showy has been relegated to the back of your closet in favor of things that hide your figure. Why you’ve stopped drawing attention to yourself with colorful makeup and instead started focusing on your health. Well, your health as it presents itself externally.

“Anyone else fancy a dessert?” Sirius muses as you sit reading on the couch, Remus reading the next book in the series beside you.

“Um, no,” James says, holding up a hand of cards from the game he and Sirius have been playing, “you only want to go so you don’t have to stick around and lose.”

“Whatever my other, subconscious motives may be,” Sirius says guilelessly, “I really feel like something chocolate. Don’t you, Moons?”

That’s always a safe bet. Remus looks up from his book, intrigued. “I could go for some chocolate.”

Sirius grins. “What about you, gorgeous?”

That’s usually a safe bet too. But you shouldn’t. “Thanks, but I’m still full from dinner.”

Sirius looks cheated, and Remus cocks his head at you. “Really? Didn’t seem like you ate much.” He’s not wrong. Remus had made the most incredible feta pasta, it was borderline heartbreaking to leave any on your plate. But you’re trying to practice restraint, and thankfully, James had happily taken care of your leftovers for you. “Did you have a late lunch or something?”

“Mhm.”

James looks up, eyebrows furrow bemusedly behind his glasses. “No you didn’t, angel. You said you didn’t feel like lunch after we had breakfast together, remember?”

“Oh.” You nod. So what? You’d had a late breakfast, and a decently sized dinner, and why do you really need more than two meals anyway? Who made that rule? You’re a bit hungry, but your body just needs time to adjust to your new routine. It’s used to overindulging. And nothing about today means you deserve dessert. “Right.”

Sirius wraps his fingers delicately around your ankle, smoothing a path up your shin with his palm. “Darling,” he says, and he looks distracted as he runs his fingers over the old scars on your knee, but you know him well enough to recognize when he’s keyed in, “did you eat anything today, other than breakfast and that little bit of dinner? Any snacks or anything?”

You can’t help the little rush of pride that goes through you. “No.”

Sirius doesn’t look proud. In fact, he’s frowning, as are Remus and James. You change tactics. “I’m not really hungry, though.”

“No?” Sirius' voice is unsettlingly gentle. “Why don’t you want to have dessert tonight, pretty girl?”

“Because,” you say, beginning to feel defensive (though you’re not sure of what), “I don’t need it.”

“It’s not about need, though,” James says, and why is it beginning to feel like you’re in an argument? “It’s about what you want. Do you want a little something sweet?”

“I…” Yes. The answer is yes, but do you want it more than you want to feel good about yourself? “I think what I want more is to prove to myself that I can go without it.”

Remus’ scars shift as his face scrunches in concern. “Dove,” he says, and you can’t decide if his tone is more reprimand or pity. You don’t like either option. “Where is this coming from?”

“I’m just…I’m trying something new,” you decide. “I want to lose a little weight, okay? Nothing crazy.”

“But why?” James sets down his cards, looking completely befuddled. “Angel, you’re gorgeous. You can do whatever you want, but we love you just like you are.”

“And,” Sirius adds before you can reply, “we love you most when you’re happy. I sort of thought,” he says, lowering his voice like he’s telling you a secret, “that our late-night treat runs made you happy. No?”

“They do.” You pull your legs up onto the couch, away from Sirius’ touch. “I just…I think it would make me happy to be a more normal size, too.”

Remus looks gutted. “Honey, you…it’s your body, and you should do whatever feels right for you to be healthy, but…we love you like this,” he insists, ardent. “You’re beautiful, I mean it, and I hate the idea that you might want to change for…well, for anyone other than yourself.”

You hesitate. You’re not actually sure who you’re doing this for. When had you become one of the people who want for you to be smaller so desperately? “You seriously don’t think I would look better if I were thinner?” You’ve never been one to put much stock into what any men think of your appearance, so you feel silly for asking, but you’re in a vulnerable state. And really, don’t all guys want a girl that looks like the love interests in the movies you all grew up with?

James looks you in the eye, letting you see the earnestness in his as he says, “You’re absolutely lovely, right here, right now. We wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your answering smile is oddly watery. Remus makes an awfully lovely cooing sound, leaning over to wrap an arm around your waist and paying no mind to the chub there as he pulls you into his side. “Don’t be upset, darling. You know what I bet will cheer you up?” He smiles as you look up at him questioningly, kissing between your brows. “Some chocolate. How would you feel about that?”

You let out a quiet little laugh. “Pretty good.”

“Yes!” Sirius pumps his fist in the air, already abandoning his cards and standing up. “I knew you’d come through, gorgeous. Now I think the more pressing question is, do we want chocolate pastries or chocolate ice cream?”

“Ice cream, obviously,” James says. “Before it gets so cold out we don’t feel like it.”

“Not all of us suffer from weather constraints,” Sirius argues. “I vote pastry.”

“Why would you bring ice cream up if you didn’t want it? Think long and hard, Pads. Are you going to feel like a frozen dessert when you need three layers to go outside in a few weeks?”

Remus rolls his eyes at you as you follow them out the door, letting your boys continue their bickering all the way to the store.

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periprose · 11 months

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I don't know if my ask got 'eaten' or not, but I did send it while I was on the road so I may have screwed it up anyway. My ask is based on your reblog of the 3 word sentences and if you care to, it's a twofer based plot: numbers 12 and 18 (just do it and you look lost) because I am a dithering decision maker except!! when I am going somewhere in which case my overconfidence gets me in trouble, something Peter knows too well himself. Love your writing!

unfortunately it did but I love this prompt so thank you for resending it!

Prompts can be found here

Peter is fairly sure that he's the one who's always late to everything. Every single seminar for this new Oscorp tech breakdown, he's the one who's five minutes late, and he swears it's not his fault.

It's just that he always happens to run into Spider-Man duties. He always finds another old woman who needs to cross the street, or a newspaper stand that has just been stolen from, and then after saving the day, he can make time towards catching the next subway train to Oscorp and hopefully run up the stairs, through the door, into the lobby, elevator, and then to the board room with a minute to spare. It always works out better in his head.

He doesn't understand why Harry needs him there. Peter knows technology stuff like the back of his hand– he already understood what the seminar leader who oversaw the development of the new tech was saying halfway through the meeting, and basically put the concluding points together before the meeting was even over.

Peter is nothing if not a good friend. Or employee who will be sent off with a strict warning if he doesn’t at least try.

This time, though? Peter has just made it to the subway station, and his glance catches onto a woman with a muted blue handbag, looking mostly competent and professional in a blazer, staring at the map, very obviously confused. He decides to be a good civilian and take a moment to help her. Just as Peter Parker, good guy who has two extra minutes to spare. Not because she happens to be a little more pleasant to look at than the rest of the passerby. She does really have bright eyes, though, and the way they catch onto every written detail of the map has Peter wanting those eyes on him.

Unfortunately, as she’s dithering and Peter approaches a little too slowly, about to work up the nerve to ask if she needs help, she suddenly mutters “Just do it! Who cares…” with a sudden bout of confidence, and she walks off towards the train heading North. The same train Peter is due to take.

Peter is kind of elated by this, even though he knows he’s a total dork and he doesn’t actually have the courage to speak to her. Even though Harry makes life sound like a romance movie– that apparently all it takes is the right conversation starter– Peter knows he can’t manage it. He’ll trip over his words and make the wrong jokes, and she’ll give him a polite nod while secretly dialing 911.

He’s just happy to have a commute crush to stare at.

The southbound train arrives from the opposite side of the road, and loudly beeps as the doors open.

Peter’s Spider-Sense goes off and he sees that a bunch of people are starting to exit the train, right into the poor woman who gets turned around a bunch of times and then looks utterly lost. Helpless. Eyes widening with the telltale fear of someone who doesn’t know where they’re going.

Well, we can’t have that, can we? Peter decides to saunter up to her and be her hero of the day.

You are so horrible with making decisions sometimes. Unless, of course, it’s taking a new journey somewhere, with directions you’re not exactly familiar with– for some reason leaping into it headfirst works better, cements it into your brain better if you have to travel around these parts around later, and you usually have the time to figure it out.

Of course, this time you’re late. This time, when you need to present a great big presentation at Oscorp, where your big new tech job is, you’re late, and you had to be overconfident about figuring out the directions.

God, couldn’t you have just asked for help?

As you’re beginning to spiral– was it the north train, or the south, will this crowd ever dissipate properly, and is there time to look at your notes for your presentation on the train?– someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey.” A friendly looking guy with warm brown hair, and eyes, is staring at you, not unkindly. He pulls you aside, out of the crowd, and you’re thankful– but a little wary.

“You look lost. Are you good?” The man has to lean in closer to you, and kind of yell-speak over the crowd, who are finally moving away to the above ground.

“Uh… No. I’ll be honest.” You cross your arms and huff, glad that someone could see that you needed help, and you feel a little happy that your saviour happened to be a smart, handsome guy who doesn’t look particularly judgemental, and you pull out your phone from your bag. “I’m trying to get to–”

“Oscorp?” He reads your phone and blinks, and then looks affronted that he spoke so soon. “Sorry. I just read your phone screen– I know that’s not proper etiquette. I’m going there too.”

“Uh-huh.” You fix your eyes on him, and Peter feels a funny twinge in his heart– something warm and soft as you size him up, making your own teasing assumptions of him. You half-smirk. “How do I know I can trust you? That you won’t just lead me to a random dungeon full of murdered women?”

You feel that you might’ve scared him off– you always come off a little too strong.

“Uhhhh, I was going to say I probably don’t look like a serial killer, but then again, you never know as a woman, right? Plus that’s some unnecessary bias and profiling on my part.” Peter fishes around in his pocket for his Oscorp ID, snorting at your joke, but also knowing that you’re not wrong to be concerned. “See? I’m Peter Parker. One of Oscorp’s biotech engineers.”

“Alliterative. Very cool.” You smile at him genuinely, glad to see that he is worth trusting, and he’s about to say something when the northbound train comes in.

“Hey, that’s us. Just two stops and then we’re at Oscorp.” Peter lets you walk ahead of him into the train, and you do so with some speed.

“Nervous?” He asks as the train starts going. He’s holding onto the loop for stability, while you lean against an arm rail. The train is kind of packed– and Peter is just a teeny bit happy for it, since it means he gets to stand a little close to you. He’s not trying to be a creep– you’re just cute.

“Very.” You shake out your hands, trying to chill out, and then reach inside your bag for your cue cards. “I’m starting out as a software developer– working on a genome editing program– and I’m doing a presentation on that today.”

“Oh, I’m in that seminar too. Although usually it’s just some dude presenting… not exactly someone like you.” Peter immediately facepalms, hiding in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, brown hair flopping about. “Sorry, I just mean… he’s not a cute girl, you know?”

Nice going, Parker. Peter groans and his hands remain on his face now, totally embarrassed by what he’s said.

“Oh–” You turn to him, but Peter interrupts you first.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean your looks are everything– I know how hard it is to be a woman in STEM, to get judged on things that have nothing to do with your credentials–” Peter swallows and sighs. “I’m not saying you were hired for your face– I’m sure you’re a very intelligent person.”

Peter feels your hand hesitantly touch his and move them, so he can get a look at your expression. You don’t look upset, just flattered, maybe with a hint of a laugh crossing your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. Good to know you’re not a typical STEM bro, though.” You read through your notes again, and Peter feels a bit of relief. “Thanks, by the way. You’re a cute guy too.”

You don’t know where exactly that came from, maybe an unexpected bout of courage bolstered by the adrenaline from your oncoming presentation, but it’s not like it’s false– this guy is very cute and you know you’re going to struggle if you have to work with him. You can’t quite look at Peter for the rest of the train ride, staring out the window. You catch a little grin on his face.

“So, genome editing, huh? That’s actually part of my work right now. Except more in the lab at the moment– working on synthesising frog DNA.” Peter shudders jokingly, and you laugh as you walk with him.

“Yeah, I’m basically the one who made the software program you’ll be using from now on. I just gotta make it easy for you guys to understand.” You inhale, and Peter can see that you’re still really nervous about your presentation.

“Hey.” He gives you a comforting squeeze of the shoulder, in front of the building. “You got this.”

“Really?” You look up at him, bright eyes glassy with sudden fears. “But you don’t really know me, right? For all you know, I’m going to run out of the room with stage fright.”

“No way.” Peter grins, self assuredly. “You wouldn’t be talking to an almost stranger if that was true.”

“I mean… kind of true. I just don’t want to mess up.” You sigh and pinch your forehead, thinking it over.

“Okay, how about this?” Peter decides on something silly, but something that also allows him to shoot his shot. When else was a pretty software developer going to just fall into his lap like this?

He ignores that image.

“If you don’t ace this presentation: who cares? People might be a little awkward about it, but they’re just people. It’s not a big deal.” Peter starts, and he sees you visibly brighten a little at that. “But if you do, you win something real special: a coffee date with Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I do?” You snort at his blatant flirting, but you can’t help but feel better with that potential date hanging over your shoulder. Peter Parker happens to be very sweet, at least so far, and you want to see just how far this could go. “Okay. I like the sound of that, but acing this presentation probably involves being there on time…”

You and Peter run through the lobby into the elevator– and you swallow your fears as you enter the boardroom, apologizing to the many developers and technicians about having to make them wait.

At the end of your very enlightening presentation– Peter knew there had to be no way he knew everything about this particular software since he had never tried it yet, and the fact that the original presenter seemed to be kind of vague on the details made it seem simpler than it was– you smile at him, and Peter grins back, knowing that he’s just won himself a date with you.

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three--rings · 1 year

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thought of a story that I haven't told that tumblr may enjoy.

So I majored in psychology in undergrad, right, and when you take psych classes they almost always require you to do a certain number of hours of being an experimental research subject, right, because professors have to publish and need someone they can force into their studies without paying, right?

And like that's fine if it's 4 hours for one class, but when you're doing an entire psych major in two years like I did, that's a LOT of hours of research studies.

And we all dreamt of getting in those fun social psych experiments where they fuck with your head, right? And not the ones where they make you sit in front of a laptop and do math for an hour. (They made me DO MATH Y'ALL. "This is an experiment in how well you learn under certain conditions." Conclusion: you suck at this.)

Anyway, you'd get funny things like one time I turned up on campus on a freaking SATURDAY for a study and sat around in a courtyard with like 30 other people while nothing happened and all of us talking about like "hey, uh, do you think THIS is the study? Like to see if we leave?" But no, just no one turned up for us and we didn't get our freaking hours.

But one time I DID end up in one of those freaky social psych studies. So to be fair, I had insider knowledge, because again, psych major. So I signed up intentionally to my social psych profs study. Hoping at least it wouldn't be math.

And I arrive and am greeted by...the TA for my social psych class wearing a fat suit.

It's like IDK April or something and Texas and 80+ degrees and she's in a long skirt and a sweatshirt. And also she's MY TA. I recognize her. I even say "Oh, hi!" like I would when seeing someone I know on campus. And she greets me like she vaguely recognizes me. But, normally she is not approximately 280-300lbs.

So, I'm, like REALLY REALLY sure it's a fat suit. Like....99.5% sure.

But not 100%.

And so what the FUCK do you SAY to THAT? Well, obviously you don't say FUCKING SHIT. You pretend nothing is fucking weird, right? Because the very, very small chance that you are WRONG and this isn't a normally thin girl in a fatsuit but a real person who is shaped like that is still...NOMINALLY THERE and OMG what if you comment on it and you're WRONG?

So I get ushered into this little room and shown a bunch of pictures of people and asked to rate them on various things like competency and attractiveness, this is normal social psych survey stuff, except I'm SURE the experiment is does the person in the room with you and their appearance change your ratings.

And the whole time I'm distracted as FUCK, cause I'm just sitting there thinking "am I wrong and this isn't my TA somehow? no, no, pretty much ALMOST certain I'm right...etc." And "why would anyone be wearing a sweatshirt in this weather/building if they WEREN'T wearing a fatsuit?"

But MAYBE the point of the experiment is "will this person call out an obvious fake fat person?" And should I do so or not? Is this social pressure to conform and not speak the truth I know? Should I say something? I, uh, may have had an unknown and untreated anxiety disorder at this point in my life so, yeah I'm LOSING MY MIND and probably acting like a FREAK.

So anyway, eventually I decide okay, obviously you can't say anything because yeah...but you will be debriefed once this is over and you'll FIND OUT THE TRUTH. You won't have this lingering doubt in your mind when this is over because they will debrief you.

If you don't know human research, debriefing is when, after all the experiment data collection is over, they inform the subject of what the topic of the research was and explain any tricks or deception or anything to them. (We played distracting music to see how you did on the test...) If there was any potential distress involved it should be dealt with by examiners, etc. Usually in practice you are handed a slip of paper that explains the purpose of the study and what you did.

Usually you don't care and barely read it. But I was dying to be debriefed. I wanted her to be like "yeah I am wearing a fatsuit" and me to be like "lol, yeah I know, cause like, I know you right?" And if the secret purpose of the experiment was actually "will you say something" then I will be told that and get to explain why I didn't.

Like sometimes debrief also involves follow-up questions that helps determine why you gave responses you did or whether you should actually have your data thrown out for some outlier reason (like the person faking being fat is my fucking TA).

So we get done with all the questions and leave the small room. And we're in the antechamber and the TA is like "okay, cool, thanks bye" and directs me to the door. And doesn't hand me a debrief slip or mention debriefing AT ALL.

And now I'm fucking SPOOKED. It's a TRICK and they want you to SAY SOMETHING and you're going to try to leave without saying anything and they will then stop you and debrief you. So I wait, for like...several seconds, waiting for her to remember debrief and just get stared at so I go "oh okay" and like stutter-step my way to the door of the office and like open it and turn back and she's already gone, and so I like, step out into the quad and am like "what. the. fuck."

And I literally stand there like "should I go back in and ask to be debriefed?" Literally I knew enough to know that THIS IS THE PURPOSE OF DEBRIEFING to not leave subjects wondering about shit like this and not leave them with nagging doubts and questions.

And the only really mysterious experiment of my life just failed to debrief me.

But of course I don't do anything but walk slowly away.

And it's now 20+ years later and I never did find anything out. Except you can DAMN well bet I confirmed at my next class that 1) yeah that was TOTALLY my fucking TA, I was right and 2) NO she was actually really slim.

So I'm sure it was about how a fatsuit (or *cough* sorry "attractiveness") of an interviewer changes responses to surveys. But I'm STILL mad I wasn't debriefed because it's fucking annoying and violates HRB standards and I could have gotten them in serious trouble over that by reporting it. And also my data should have been thrown out.

Also this is why you shouldn't trust psychology studies because the subject pool is SHITTY AS FUCK. "Psychology is the study of the average American college sophomore" as one of my profs quipped and then didn't change his method of getting subjects.

#threerings' stories #psychology

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gentrychild · 1 year

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5 headcanons game: DFO AU where Izuku is a Yakuza boss and anonymously makes deals with AFO

Aaaaaaaaaaand we get another AU where Inko is Pops' adopted daughter.

1.A - So, before Pop's bio daughter left, Chisaki was itching to get more power in the organization. He had plans. He had ideas. But Pops, who has been around long enough, laughs in his face when he starts saying he has plans to destroy the top 5 villains in order to ressurect the yakuza. So the plan was to put Pops in a coma, proves that Chisaki was right, then wakes Pops up so he could see it.

1.B - Chisaki gets his quirk stolen exactly two days later.

1.C - This is pandemonium for the yakuza. Their leader is in a coma. Their leader-in-second is quirkless and having a mental breakdown. Every two-bits villain us hunting them down for sport now that they are weakened. Even the boss' daughter just left! And left her daughter behind, claiming that little Eri had killed her dad even though everyone in the neighborhood knows that Eri's dad has been trying to leave the mafia princess for years but was too scared of what the yakuza would do to him if he did.

2.A - Desperate, they go towards the one who left the nest and never look back. Inko is NOT happy to see twenty yakuza invading her tiny apartment. Her husband knows nothing about her past life! (She conveniently forgets the massive tattoos hidden under her cardigans every time she claims that.) She is just a normal housewife! (Please, pay no mind to the metal needles hidden all over the house.) They must leave now before her son comes back from school! (Izuku has been here for the past ten minutes but can't get home because a bunch of yakuza are blocking the way.)

2.B - "HELP US!" the yakuza cry. "NO!" Inko screams back. "Why don't you do [many illegal stuff a middle student should not know]? Hypothetically speaking.

2.C - Long story short, Izuku started helping the yakuza because he is good at it. "I am leading them away from a criminal life!" he claims. "And yes, sometimes, they break people's legs but only when the others started it!"

3 - You have to understand that Izuku's school life is not great, his mom is worried about him because of the whole quirkless thing and he runs away from his problems by 100% investing himself in the yakuza thing. They have an important job in the ecosystem! They might be assholes but they give stability to areas where heroes don't patrol! It has two, in my opinion, consequences: A. Chisaki is working for Izuku and hating every second of it. B. Izuku keeps getting money by blocking some of AFO's activities.

4 - AFO is losing his mind. He knows that the yakuza have a new boss who is devilishly good at their job but he can't find who? He fought this was Pops but the guy is in a coma?(He checked.) Then, he thought becoming quirkless had made Chisaki smarter? (It didn't.) Every time he is close from finding the thorn in his side, they disappear! It's even worse than tracking an OFA holder!

5 - This is an AU where Chisaki slightly gets his head out of his ass. When he sees Eri and realizes the other morons are the only thing between the toddler and a certain death, he more or less adopts her. He doesn't even like the idea of being a dad but someone made a comment about him not being good at it (Izuku, it was Izuku), so now, he must prove them wrong.

+ 1 - AFO almost manage to grab the secret yakuza boss but not only does the little shot bites him before he escapes but he somehow manages to steal a quirk from him.

+ 2 - Izuku now has Overhaul. Chisaki is furious.

+ 3 - Izuku is terrible at using Overhaul. (Great at destroying stuff, not even passably good at putting them back together.) Chisaki must teach him how to use the quirk. He is even more furious.

+ 4 - A blond skeleton passes out in the neighborhood and wakes up in a house full of yakuza. He is promptly adopted, even by the little one? Which he then learns is their boss? He kinda wants to explain this is a misunderstanding but he is invited to the Sunday cook-outs and he can hang out with them and it's kinda nice?

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game

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graysnetwork · 1 year

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I watched dashie finish re4 remake so I wanted to make a little imagine

Leon jumped off the broken bridge looking around to make sure there were no other plagas around “everything good down there Leon?” You asked from the bridge next to Ashley, looking around to make sure everything was good and nothing was coming your guy’s way.

“Yeah, come down it’s fine” he said, you turned back to Ashley nodding to her, “a big drop don’t you think?” Ashley whispered to you “you’ll be alright Leon will catch you” you assured her, she dropped down into Leon’s arms “thanks” she told him getting on her feet, you dropped down on your feet, closing your eyes shut feeling the pain in your feet.

“Definitely gonna get some blisters after this” you said, mostly to yourself, Ashley giggled at your statement, Leon stared at you, gawking really, “y’know I could’ve just caught you” Leon told you, you turned back to him patting his chest “I can do it by myself, plus you’ll need that energy for more important things” you smiled at him and started walking again.

Ashley watched Leon as he took a deep breath, “what’s that all about?” She asked him, “what’s what all about?” He said snapping back to reality “you and her? I mean you two seem.. close” Ashley said Leon chuckled “we are not close, we just met” he told her, “really because seems like you have a crush on her” Ashley muttered as she raised her brows.

“We’re not doing this right now Ashley” he said “really? Cause that gave me all the answers I needed” she said and hurried over to you chuckling, Leon shook his head as he walked behind the two of you reloading his gun.

You continued to walk with Ashley to your side, before you guys came across a wrecking ball “I’ve got this” Ashley said getting into the seat, “Ashley you better be careful with that thing!” You shouted before turning around only to be met with a bunch plagas.

You and Leon shot them down while Ashley worked on the wall, once everything was dead with one last smash Ashley tour the wall down and got out, “so this is what drivers ed teaches you?” You jokingly asked, Ashley chuckled stepping back onto the ground, you all started walking again when Leon heard a noise coming from behind “you guys keep walking I’m gonna make sure everything’s alright” he said you looked back at him “I’ll catch up with you guys” he nodded to you assuring you he’d be quick, you nodded your head back to him, “c’mon” you told Ashley and you two began to walk again.

Ashley started the same conversation with you, “soo” “so?” You repeated confused “what’s up with you and Leon” she asked you, “what do you mean, there’s nothing going on?” You said confused, “well you two seemed close to me but I wanna know what you think of him” she said, “what do I think of him? He’s cool I guess?” You said still confused, you were a bit oblivious when it came to people hinting at relationship stuff.

“Just cool?” She asked again, “yeah, I mean he’s also nice? Wait what are you hinting at?!” You said before turning around realizing what she was talking about. “Your a little slow when it comes to these things aren’t you?” She said, “fist of all.. yes, second of all I could leave you to die so shut up!” You said, and she laughed, “okay, alright I’m sorry, your smart I didn’t expect you to be oblivious to these types of things”

You sighed “well, yeah your not wrong I am slow” “but why’d you ask anyway?” You asked her, “well it seems like Leon’s got a little bit of a crush on you” she said, you’re eyes widened a bit and your throat went dry, “uhm, what makes you say that?” You asked “well he got flustered when you patted him on the chest and got close to him” Ashley told you.

Did he really get flustered? You didn’t mean anything when you patted him, you were just telling him to save up his energy. “And from what I’m seeing, it looks like you have a little crush on him too” she smirked.

Leon paused for a moment and took in what he was hearing from the other side of the wall, he looked past it and went back to you two, “finally! We were starting to get worried” Ashley said nonchalantly, you looked at Leon and decided to keep walking and lead the way since you couldn’t even look at Leon anymore, at least not with a straight face.

And Leon definitely noticed how you were avoiding eye contact with him after that.

(After the whole island blowing up cuz I’m not writing allat)

(Once you and Leon returned Ashley to the President)

You sighed “I’m so ready to take off these clothes” you said and Leon chuckled “yeah same” you smiled. “Um, I wanted to ask you” Leon said and you turned to face him “do you, wanna go get dinner some time?” He asked nervously, “I’d love to” you said smiling, and looked back at the ground, he smiled (he was scared af to ask u)

And he took his opportunity and grabbed your hand and held it as you two walked.

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I’m sorry this was so cute to me 🥹🤭

#leon kennedy headcanons #imagines #x reader stories #fluff #oneshot #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4

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matts-k1tten · 24 days

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𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 Pt.4

Pt.3

summary: Matt takes pictures for the year book at Berlin High and y/n always admired him. In this part, everything comes crashing down in the outcome of everything. Y/n refuses to believe that Matt cares for her and tries to shut him out but Matt doesn’t want to give up anytime soon.

warnings:

“Why?” I thought to myself. Why did I have to do that? Why did Matt have to see it? Why am I like this?

My eyes were glued to the ceiling as I refused to respond to anyone, even my own mother. I still haven’t heard from my father. I lay on my bed with the blanket over my shoulders thinking about everything.

Why did Matt react like that? Did he care? Why can’t Matt be more like his brother?

I questioned myself over and over again but in the end I feel the same emotion.

Disgust.

Followed by disappointment and regret about everything. Regret and disappointment in myself about hooking up with Matt and falling more and more in love with him. Regret with even meeting Matt. I’m only a stupid teenager what was I supposed to do? I was a young girl in love I was helpless! But still, I was to blinded by love to notice Matt was using me for sex.

My thoughts were cut short by my ring tone blaring loudly, echoing throughout my room. I can feel the vibrations of the phone against the mattress massaging my back. I slowly turn my head over to my phone and see the contact name who was Angela. I couldn’t answer I just couldn’t bare the feeling of embarrassment. But I also couldn’t ignore Angela for something she didn’t do. So reluctantly, I swiped to answer with a pit in my stomach.

The first thing I heard was Angela’s frantic voice.

“Oh my god! Y/n! I was so worried! Where did you go earlier? You left so suddenly and Matt seemed worried and he kept mentioning you and saying how worried he was and when I asked why he said there was something wrong!” Angela practically yelled through the phone. My eyes slightly widen hearing that.

Matt…cared?

“W-what? Matt talked about me? What did he say?” I questioned and sat up against my headboard. “He was saying a bunch of stuff about how he needs to see you and telling Chris to hurry up.” Angela replied. I stayed silent for a moment not knowing what to say. Angela inhales and breaks the silence first. “So, what happened earlier?”

I shake my head.

“Nothing, I was just…feeling sick.” I speak saying the first thing I thought of. Angela stays quiet but I could tell she’s cringing. “Umm…alright. I was just checking in, you sure there’s nothing wrong?” Angela repeats. I sigh and pinch my nose bridge. “Yes I’m sure.” I breathe out and let go of my nose. Angela breaths in. “Alright…bye.”

“Bye.” Is all I say before the call disconnects.

Now what do I do? I thought to myself. I look around my room and decide to get up and get ready for….well nothing.

I hop out of bed because I can’t be a slob. I go to brush my teeth and spot Matt’s toothbrush. I pick it up and examine it, I scoff “Asshole” I whisper to myself and throw it away.

I finished my makeup and stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still slightly red and the corners of my eyes were stained with tears. I shake my head and look away and down at my phone just in time to see a notification pop up with the 3rd notification from Matt. I hesitated for a moment before I picked up my phone and read the message.

7:12pm

Matt

We need to talk

I’m worried about u.

I’m coming over.

My eyes widen at the last text. I couldn’t see him. Not now, not ever.

Y/n

matt do not come over.

I turn off my phone and wait for an answer. Matt answers about 10 minutes later.

Matt

to late

I sat there in shock not knowing what to do next. Why did he have to be like this?!

I got up and ran towards my window and didn’t see him yet. I turned away from my window and looked around my room. It was clean and looked nice enough. I didn’t want to see him at all and he knew that so why does he keep pushing?

(matt’s pov)

I’m coming over.

I pressed send on the text and immediately hop out of bed. I couldn’t sit around and watch y/n fall apart I just couldn’t. I grab my keys and was about to walk out the door when Chris stops me. “Where are you going?” Chris asks and walks up behind me. I turn around to face him. “None of your business.” I reply and stare at him. He looks at me with a blank expression. “Do not lie to me Matt, where are you going?” He asks again. I roll my eyes. “You’re not my mother Chris, I can go wherever I want and-“ “You’re going to see y/n, right?” Chris cuts me off.

My eyes widen a bit before they return to normal. Chris nods his head, getting his answer from my reaction. “You know, you can’t be like this forever to her. You’re making her think things that you don’t want her to think.” Chris says and points at me. I shake my head. “Wise words coming from you.” Chris laughs a bit and shakes his head. “It’s true, even I see it. She’s in love with you Matt I see it in the way she looks at you. Matt, don’t fuck this up. I know how you feel about her.” Chris says and puts his hand on my shoulder. I look at him in shock for a moment and realize, he’s right.

I look to the ground and then at Chris. I nod at him and he smiles faintly. “Good luck, Matt.” Chris says and walks away. I look at my phone again and see a missed text from y/n.

y/n

matt do not come over.

Matt

to late

I reply to the text and swing the door open. I slam the door shut behind me and walk out into the night air and hop into my car quickly driving off.

(y/n pov)

I pace around my room for a few minutes and plop down on my bed. I sigh and let my head fall into my hands. A few moments later, I hear my window slide open and someone hop in. I don’t even need to look at the person to already know it’s Matt.

Matt stands there for a moment and just looks at me. I pick up my head and refuse to even glance at him. Matt sighs and shakes his head from the corner of my eye. “You can’t even look at me?” Matt says. I stay silent. “You won’t even talk to me?” Nothing. Matt scoffs and looks around my room. He looks back at me and stares at the side of my face. “Can you just look at me?” Matt pleads. I breathe in and turn to him. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and black jeans with a belt and car keys hanging from his pants. I couldn’t help but find him attractive.

“What was that, huh?! Your arm!” Matt shouts. My mother wasn’t home so she wouldn’t be hearing all of this. Matt stomps over to me. “Show me.” He says lowly and grabs my arm and rolls up the sleeve. He stares at the fresh cuts in disbelief at what he was seeing. “How did I not notice this.” He whispers to himself. I look away and let him examine my arm, him turning it occasionally. After a few minutes he drops my arm and lets it hit my thigh. “Why did you leave like that? Why wouldn’t you stay and talk to me?” Matt questions over and over again. I feel the tears start to well in my eyes as I just stare forward.

Matt continues. “Why’d you do that? Don’t you understand that, that could really be dangerous?!” I stay silent and let him yell at me. “Look, I know you’re all hurt about me but you can’t just hurt yourself!” He shouts again. Suddenly, the sadness and tears turn into pure rage and anger. I stand up and meet his eyes. “Hurt about you?! Did you even bother to ask what is going on in my personal life? Oh yeah! that’s right! you’re to self-centered to even care about the people who actually love you and only think about yourself thinking the world revolves around you but guess what, I’m a person! I have real feelings too! You can’t just go around and make girls fall in love with you and break their hearts like that!” I shout using my hands to talk with angry tears streaming down my face.

Matt stays silent. My heavy breathing is all you could hear in the room. Matt shakes his head before speaking. “I-I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t know what you were going through, But please, don’t hurt yourssold because of it.” Matt whispers and comes closer to me. He places his hand on my shoulder and hesitates for a moment before pulling me into a long and tight hug. I couldn’t help but start to cry feeling his touch. I hug Matt back and bury my face onto his shoulder and sob.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here baby.” Matt whispers from my ear.” I try to slow my breathing down but I couldn’t. Matt noticed my breathing growing uneven so he pulls away and looks at me. I look to the floor and wipe my tears. Matt uses his finger to lift up my chin to face him and holds my cheek. I turn my face away from him. “Stop acting like you care, Matthew.” Matt’s eyebrows furrow. “What are you talking about? I do care!” I refused to look at him and just look to the side.

“Y/n, look at me.”

“No.”

“Look. At. Me”

Matt’s stern voice kinda scared me so I slowly turned my head to face him. He was staring down at me, he looked kinda mad and worried. “Why did you kiss her?!” I shout in a broken voice. All of Matt’s anger drops from his face and he just looks shocked that I asked that. “What are you talking about?” Matt asks in a soft tone. I scoff and shake my head. “Stop Matt, you know what I’m talking about so don’t play dumb with me and fess up.”

Matt stares at me for a moment. “I-I….I don’t know why I kissed her.” Matt says quietly. He continues. “She dragged me there and without saying nothing and kissed me and I didn’t know what to do so I-“ He pauses. “Kissed her back.” He finishes. I purse my lips. “Maybe…I don’t know, shake her off and tell her to fuck off! C’mon Matt what the fuck!” I yell. Matt doesn’t say anything and just stares at me. “Matt, you knew from the start that I always admired you a lot. But you can’t just take advantage of that and hurt me!” I cry out.

Matt still doesn’t say anything because he knows what he did was wrong. “Wow. Really Matt, wow. Get out.” I point to my window. Matt’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “W-what? No! Y/n we could talk this out just listen!” Matt pleads and takes my hand in his.

I yank my hand away and point to the window. “No Matt! Leave! Go! Now!” I yell. Matt sighs harshly, accepting his defeat and walks over to my window. Matt stops and looks back at me, waiting for me to say something. But I don’t. Matt turns back to the window and hops out and slams it shut.

As soon as he’s out my room I break and fall to the floor. I swear I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces, it hurt so bad. Everything hurt. I stay there for a few minutes before I crawl to my vanity and stare at my tear stained face. All my makeup was washing away and I looked horrible. I grab a makeup wipe and start to take off my makeup. Once I’m done with that, I waddle to bed and crash.

I was too tired to do anything else.

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a/n: hey guys sorry it took so long to post this i just been so busy and i got so many requests and im sorry for posting this so late but in the upcoming parts there is going to be some tiny bits of drama so stay tuned!!

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my-white-canvas · 1 year

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You are my Only Haven

~Sypnosis: A little girl watches over a human that she has waited so long to meet "Will you please wake up? I'm really lonely" she whispers hoping to see your eyes, hear your voice

~warnings: none, I think, it does mention chains and hate and a somewhat dead body

There she waits; waiting for this lifeless mortal body to move, even if it were just a muscle.

The figure in front of her lies on a bed of chains decorated with runes one cannot decipher, even an ancient tongue cannot decrypt them, so the little girl can only hope that the figure will wake.

Why is the little girl so patient with the body that is not even alive? Because it is the only thing she has, she has no family, no friends, no pets, not even an heirloom from her history, she has nothing.

Is it the body of their guardian or someone they cherish? She doesn't know, she only knows she needs them.

How did she meet the body? One night while she was sitting under the stars in her cage, then the stars started to race across the sky, like a stork delivering a baby, the stars carried an empty vessel from another world to Teyvat, as the vessel was still inactive, it was bound by the bygone creator's ancient runes.

But who is the little girl? "... I don't know... who... or what I am" her hoarse voice shaking from the cold as she looked at her hands, they didn't look like her cage mates', in fact, they looked almost nothing alike, other than their form

This makes her even more lonely.

She huddled close to the body for a long time now, but she suddenly felt movement from it; the heart starts to beat, the muscles in the body started to move the blood vessels, and then their eyes finally opened.

"they're beautiful"

The once lifeless body rose from the bed of chains that bound them to the cage with the little girl, they looked around and saw her "who are you?" their voice wretched a hoarse sound from the countless days their body was frozen in time

"Stop... you're not ok" the little girl shot up from her position, her voice startled the person suddenly showing signs of discomfort "what is... wrong?" she asked while moving closer "nothing, you just sound weird" they stated while looking away

"Do...I?" she tilts her head as her hand covers her mouth "yeah, kind of, you sound like a bunch of voices trying to overlap each other's voice" they loudly whisper

The girl's face frowned "I can sound normal!" she yells as her voice shifts to sound like theirs, they look at her in shock and unease "that's weirder" they said as they held one of the chains and brush the runes engraved.

The little girl's cheeks were puffed while she looked away to hide her face "Don't humans say that first impressions would last, was mine that 'weird'?" her face rushed with embarrassment "are they even human? Would they think that?"

The person tried to decipher the runes but to no avail "um... do you know what these are?" they looked at the flustered girl still looking away, she looked to see them looking at her "uh.. right. It took you... while you were... falling" her voice stuttering while also cutting off words "do you always cut off sentences like that?" they raised their brow with a curious look

"I... just don't talk.. that much... to humans" she responded with a look of worry, they look at her arms and other inhuman features "oh, right, I can kinda see it, but you don't have to worry about it tho, you look just fine" their words stammering as they try to not give an insulting guise.

"ah... that is nice.. to hear" she whispers slowly looking back at them "but... can I... ask for your name?" she smiles looking their way "ah... it's *name*" they say while rising from the floor "and you?" they refer to the little lass "Humans call me Teyvat"

"Teyvat?!!" they called in shock "like the... seven elements and archons and stuff?!!" they shouted, the girl was slightly stunned "you know... about that?" her tone sounded slightly worried "a little, only through a game tho, but probably not enough to... you know" "ah"

They chuckled as their face shifted to a confused look "do you know where we are exactly?" they tried to giggle to lighten the mood "we are... in the Mare Jivari" "ohhh"

"Is... there something... wrong?" she draws closer to the person "nothing, just thinking how I'm here when I'm supposed to be in a hospital bed" they sigh while looking out the bars "are you hurt? I can help you... to a human place... where they heal" she shivers holding onto your robes "it's alright, but I do need to find that human place, can you come with me?" they kneel to her height "I can help... but not come" she looks down in guilt "why is that?" you asked while holding her face to yours "the gods... don't like me" she looks away

"That's not fair!! They literally live on you, how could they hate you?!!" their tone became harsh in anger "I don't care what they say, we're leaving this place whether they like it or not" they firmly commanded "yes, but... your chains" she points at their chains "oh right, do you know anything about them" they asked

The little girl leaned close to the runes and chanted things they couldn't understand and the chains fell from their limbs, "I am... Teyvat, I do know" she beamed at you

"let's break those god's rules"

Thank you to @/mondaymelon for the will to write

#sagau #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau brainrot #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #sagau fluff #Sagau teyat!au #sentient teyvat #astronetwrk

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andydrysdalerogers · 5 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Broken

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Relocation

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Get out of my home Delilah.”

“Belle, that’s not what…”

“I don’t care. Get. Out!”

Steve and Bucky heard the yelling and went into the closet. “Sweet pea? What’s going on?”

Belle reached for Steve. “I want her to leave. Tell her to leave!” Belle buried her head in his chest.

“It’s just a misunderstanding,” Lila says looking at Bucky.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“She implied I was only here for Steve’s money.” Belle looked up at Steve. “You know that’s not true, right?”

“Of course, I know that.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her close. “Maybe Delilah, we should postpone dinner.”

“Steve, I…”

“C’mon Li.” Bucky pulled her out of the room. He walked her to the door as they heard a cry come from the room. “What the hell Li?”

“It came out wrong.”

“This isn’t the first time Delilah. I remember your attitude when Steve gave her stuff. What is the matter with you?”

“I don’t know. She just… she’s just so mousy it boggles the mind that she landed someone like Steve.”

“Wow. Jealous much?”

“No, Bucky that’s not what I meant. I mean…”

“No, I got it. How dare your best friend find love before you right? Guess I wasn’t good enough to wait for, right?” He could see the tears welling in her eyes. “Maybe we should take a break Lila. You think about if I am good enough.”

“Bucky…”

Bucky pulled out his phone and texted the doorman downstairs. “There is car waiting for you Miss Stevens. Have a nice evening.” Bucky spun on his heel and went back to Steve and Belle’s room. Lila left the apartment with a slam of a door. Bucky took a breath before entering the room. “Belle?” He peeked in and saw her sitting on Steve’s lap, head in his neck.

“Is she gone?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, she’s gone. I’m so sorry she said that.” He leaned against the dresser, ankles and arms crossed. “She was way out of line.”

“It’s not your fault Bucky.” Belle looked up at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. He made a sacrifice, that much she could tell. “You know I would never…”

“You don’t have to explain. Belle, you have never asked for a thing. I know you love this punk and that’s all the reason I need to know on why you are here, ok?”

A ding came from the kitchen. “The lasagna is ready,” Belle mumbled.

“I got it.” Bucky straightened up. “It smells good.”

“Let it cool James or you are going to burn your mouth.”

Bucky pouted. “Fine.” He winked at her as he walked out.

Belle continued to cuddle into Steve. “I don’t know how to feel. I feel numb.”

Steve continues to stroke her back, his hand on the outside of her thigh, running circles on her flesh. “I don’t know how to answer you sweet pea. Just know that I would never think that about you. If anything, I spoil you. Its my purpose now in life to spoil my princess.” He tickled her sides, and she giggles. She pressed a kiss to his lips and got up.

“We need to take care of Bucky. He’s hurting.” She stretched her hand out to him to help him up.

“You are such a good friend, sweet pea. Maybe you should reach out to your other friends and have them come by.”

Belle thought on it as she dished out dinner to her guys. She knew Bucky was upset about what had happened with Lila, but he didn’t show it, just enjoyed the home cooked meal. After she left the guys to clean up, she went to her office and sat at the piano. She practiced her scales for a moment, thinking about all the changes in her life. She just starts to play.

All along it was a fever A cold sweat, hot headed believer I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something" He said, "If you dare, come a little closer" Round and around and around and around we go Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you It takes me all the way I want you to stay It's not much of a life you're living It's not just something you take, it's given

Bucky walks by and hears the music. Belle hadn’t closed the door all the way and he could hear her singing. He’s standing there as Steve walks by. “Buck…”

“Shh… listen.” They listen to Belle play and sing. “She’s amazing.”

“Yeah, she is. She only sings when she’s upset. This thing got to her.”

“Steve, I know she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t love you. Lila was out of line.” Bucky sighed. “I ended it with her.”

“Why?”

“Because you two are my best friends. Belle accepted me even knowing my history. She never questioned it, never afraid of me. I would do anything for her. She loves my best friend the only way he should be loved.”

“We never did talk about what it would mean to have Belle in my life… and yours.”

“And we don’t have to. She has proven that she only does what she wants for the people she loves. But please, be honest with her soon. She can’t lose you and you can’t live without her.” Bucky patted his shoulder and went to his room.

Steve stood at the door for awhile longer, listening to the music. He needed to make her feel better. He needed to erase the guilt he was feeling that she lost her best friend because of him. He went through his contacts and made a couple of calls. She needed people to be her friends.

A couple of nights later, Clint drove Belle from the school late, she had had a meeting with Dr. Zolinski. She leans back in her seat. She reached for her phone to call Lila and stopped. An errant tear falls. “Belle?”

Belle looks up to see Clint looking at her in the rear view mirror. “Yea?”

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just had a bad meeting with the headmaster and I went to call Lila and…”

“I get it. I’m sorry. You can talk to me.” Clint offered her a small smile. His charge was a sweet girl, and it took a lot to make her mad. Bucky had brought Clint up to speed for security reasons and his heart broke for Belle.

“Thanks Clint. I just didn’t realize how demanding this job would be. Shaping the minds of New York’s elite. And then not having my best friend… it’s just been a lot.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you can handle it. You are tougher than you realize.”

Belle rolled her eyes. “Between this meeting and learning how to live in that apartment, my mind is ready to collapse.”

“Not used to it?”

“No. I was never one for opulence. Dad, he always was into tech but kept it simple at home.”

“Yeah, this would be a big transition. But Steve, he’s always been one for charm then tech.”

“I know. Just, having a housekeeper and an assistant, not that Mrs. Lewis or Devon aren’t great. Its just a lot. Like tonight. Where are we going? I have events and stuff to attend with Steve and all I want to do if get into some comfy clothes and read.” Belle sighed. “Now I sound like a whiny brat.”

Clint chuckled. “You sound like a woman who is overwhelmed. And that’s perfectly ok. When we started the Avengers, people expected a lot from us. Eventually we learned to adapt and move forward, and you will too. Tonight, I think this is a private event so you should enjoy it more.”

“Thanks Clint. You sticking around for this?”

“I am. Bucky and I will both be there.” Clint pulled up to a restaurant and went to open Belle’s door. She smoothed out her dress as she stepped out with Clint’s help. They made their way to the private room, and she hesitated. “Belle?”

“Sorry, I’m just readying myself for all the smiling and hand shaking.” Belle took a breath and plastered a smile on her face. She opened the door to be greeted by MJ and Peter. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Steve called and said you needed your friends,” MJ explained. Belle hugged her hard and then Peter. She noticed that Tony, Pepper, Sam, Natasha, Bucky Clint and to her shock, Scott and Hope were in the room.

Steve approached his girl. “I wanted to cheer you up.”

“You did this for me?”

He nodded. “You are loved, my sweet pea and I just wanted to see you smile.”

Belle wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you,” she whispered before she wiped under her eyes and greeted the room. Dinner was lively, Tony and Pepper getting to know Peter and MJ, Sam and Nat talking with Scott and Hope. It was everything to see her friends mixed together. The only down was Lila not being there. But Belle shook it off.

Belle was talking to Hope about school and Steve and Scott stood next to each other. “So, how is work, Scott?”

“Umm, stressful. We all had individual meetings with the headmaster today. I know Belle was stressed about it.”

“And how is your new apartment with Hope?”

“Its great. She’s great.” Scott took a sip of his beer. “How are things with Belle?”

“Good, they are good. Getting her settled into the apartment.”

“Yeah, I talked to Lila, and she told me Belle moved out. She didn’t mention why, and Belle really isn’t talk to me right now.” Scott looks down at his hands.

“Scott, I’m sorry for my part in that. Like I said, I was insecure about your friendship.”

“Hey, I gave you a reason to be. I apologized to Belle for that night. But I’m sorry for making her feel like she was just being used. I didn’t know you, and I may not still know you, but I can see how much you love Belle and that’s all I need to know.”

“Thank you, Scott. That actually means a lot. Maybe you and Hope can join us for dinner during the weekend some time.”

“We would love that. Thank you, Mr. Rogers.”

“Steve, please.”

Belle watched the interaction and smiled big when the men shook hands. Steve came back over to her and wrapped and arm around her. “Playing nice?” She asked with a raised eye brow.

“I invited them to dinner at the apartment. And…” he looked her in the eyes, “I apologized for my behavior.”

“You did?”

“I did. I’m sorry sweet pea for trying to take away your friend.” He kissed her softly and smiled when he heard her moan.

“Take me home, Captain,” she whispered.

Steve felt his cock twitched at her words. “Soon, princess.”

Dinner finished with Belle making plans with everyone with Bucky and Clint’s approval and Bucky drove them home. Belle cuddled into Steve as he leaned his head over hers. “Did you have a nice time?”

“The best amore mio. Thank you for making it happened.” She pulled back to lean up and kiss him. As she did, she palmed him over his slacks.

Steve groaned. “Sweet pea, please behave.”

“Don’t wanna.” She pouted at him, letting her fingers softly stroke him.

“So, you want to be a bad girl then?” His eyes darkened. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from him. “No touching. Touch and its just one more punishment I have to add to the list.”

She pouted at him but kept her hands to herself. And then a wicked idea popped in her head. She lifted her skirt a bit and watched as Steve stilled. She lifted it a bit more and ran her own fingers over her now sensitized skin. She let out a low moan and Steve reacted. He grabbed her hands and held them in his own, earning him a giggle. He said nothing as they pulled into the building. Bucky let her out with a smirk and a whisper. “You know I can hear you right?”

That was all the reminder needed. Belle gasped in embarrassment as Steve and Bucky chuckled. “Give me five Bucky.”

“Thanks for the warning, Cap. As always Belle, an entertaining evening.”

“I hate you,” she mumbles, understanding that they can hear her but not really caring. Steve and Belle go up. As soon as the flat door opens, Steve hauls Belle over his shoulder and smacks her ass. “Steve!”

“Nope. Not tonight, Princess. Its Captain tonight, as you stated.” He walks her to the playroom.

“Captain, please!”

“Please what?” Steve smirks as he tosses her to the bed. He straddles her legs and pulls her arms above her head. “You were a brat towards the end there princess. And bratty girls need to learn their place.” He places a searing, breath taking kiss as he pulls the restraints over her wrists. She wiggles but can’t move.

“What… what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to torture you until you pass out.”

Belle swallowed. Steve pulled the zipper of her dress down and peeled her dress off, revealing her strapless bra and panties. He licked his lips as he kisses, sucked and nipped over her skin taking off her lingerie. “Cap… Captain?”

“Oh, now you want to be respectful. I don’t think so princess.” He peeled off her panties and stuck them in his pocket. He kissed the inside of her thighs, biting and licking the pain away until her got to her dripping pussy. “God, you are always wet for me, aren’t you?“ He placed a long thick stripe along the seam. Belle arched her back and tried to close her legs. “Nope, don’t think so.” He held her legs apart and continued his assault. “I’m hungry and I want my dessert.”

His assault on her pussy continued. Sucking, nipping, tasting the very depths of her soul. Belle lost count on how many times he made her cum. She was approaching her next one when she broke. “I’m sorry!” she screamed. “Captain! I’m sorry!”

“Was that so hard princess?” Steve got to his knees and undid his pants, his shirt discarded long ago. He pulled them off and climbed on top of her. “That’s all I wanted.” He kissed her deep and let her taste herself. She moaned and he slid right in, groaning at how tight she still was. He released her wrists and she draped her arms across his back. He thrusted into her at a steady pace. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe with exhaustion. “One more, sweet pea. Let go for me.”

“I can’t,” she sobs.

“Yes, you can princess. My good princess.” He kissed her softly as he thrusted harder. “Please princess, one more.”

She clenched, holding him in her as she released, coating him in her wetness. That was all it took for him to release into her, filling her, his mind drifting to the possibility of a family. “I love you, Isabella.”

“I love you Steven,” she whispered back as she fell asleep.

He pulled away from her, cleaned her up and put a robe on her. He carried her back to their room and placed a shirt over her and tucked her in. He went back to the living room and had a glass of scotch. He went to the office and pulled out a drawer. Inside was a red velvet box. He opened at it and smiled. It looked exactly like his mother’s, just a bit bigger.

He knew, it would be soon.

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@slutforchrisjamalevans

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@tinkerbelle67

@before-we-get-started

@bunnyforhim

@alexakeyloveloki

@sunnyhummingbee

@whiskeytangofoxtrot555

@peaceinourtime82

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corpsegirl-sephie · 10 months

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Alright folks as you've all most definitely noticed by now, I have a bit of a thing with @utterlyunoriginaluser (read we desperately wanna get married and we're willing to move countries to do it) (lesbians move so fucking fast don't we?) and I've been writing a bunch of extremely cheesy (take this as a warning) but very sincere stuff about my love for her. She wants me to post one of them here and I did also say I'd show them to people cause I wanna show people how much I love her so here we are. It's rather long and I'm also not gonna deny being a little insecure (understatement of the century right there) so I'll give y'all a read more.

I want to remind you again of just how much more beautiful everything is because of your presence in my life. You've brought so much love into my life and it has changed the way I see everything. I'm willingly learning French and I'm happy to do it, because I'm doing it for you and anything I do for you makes me so happy. I get why people get married now. Before I met you, marriage just seemed like the dumbest thing. "Why would you tie yourself down like that?" I asked myself, "Why would you invest so much money, time, and energy on such a stupid tradition?" Why make it so much harder to separate from one another? What if one day you want to leave? Why would you make that process so much harder for yourself?" I wondered like a fool. I know now why you do all those things, and how wrong I was in the way I was looking at it. You don't do it cause you want to make things harder for yourself. You do it cause the love you feel is so great you can't just leave it in your own heart. Cause you need to show that love in a beautiful, grandiose way that just can't be ignored. Cause you want to prove that you love her, and that you would never even consider leaving her. That you're entirely devoted to her and your love for her. That no matter what, you'll stay by her side until the bitter end. That the only thing that could ever break you two apart is death itself. And you do it cause there's nothing more beautiful than to be hers. No honor greater than being hers. But more importantly than all that, you've shown me that life is beautiful. That there's more to life than suffering. You've shown me that it is possible to feel love and joy. You've shown me I'm worth something. Not as what I might be. Not as an idea that they built up in their head before I was even born. Not as a device for vicarious wish fulfillment. As the person I am, here and now. You've shown me that life is worth living. Thank you so much Evelyn. I love you, more than anything.

Well that's it thank you for reading, forgive the fact this is so ridiculously corny cause I did genuinely write it from my own heart I'm just not very interesting or unique and I'm having a lot of feelings for the first time so I can't process it in ways that are interesting and not surely overdone, also forgive my low self-esteem ramblings, have fun with your scrolling

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desertwaterwitch · 1 year

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I’ve done and made a fair bit in my craft. Well I say that as it’s a fair bit in my opinion. Probably nothing compared to others, but I’m a spoonie, sooo yeah.

I love water magick so much. And the salt water spray I made recently, it is so potent and works so well! I swear it’s the best thing I’ve ever “made” in three years. I keep it next to my bed and just spray it around my room whenever I feel I need it. I’ll have to make more soon because I’ve used a lot. Because of my depression, anxiety and illnesses, I will get a lot of negative energy around me. So the spray helps so much.

When I spray it I pretty much always say the same thing:

“I only want good energy and spirits in here, so if you’re negative in any way, get the hell out. I don’t want you here.”

I spray everywhere but I spray more in particular areas that I feel need it, on whatever day. A few hours ago before I got into bed, I did my black tourmaline ritual where I trace my door (don’t forget to trace your door handle and light switch) and window with it. Then I sprayed at my door, window, and even my open closet door which was interesting, but I’ve learned to trust my intuition. It doesn’t hurt to spray, so even if I was wrong, who cares? No risk.

Like I said, a lot of bad stuff has been going on and yesterday was just…gah. I even spritzed myself for some reason. But it did help as always!

I just use moon water (this one is full moon) and sea salt. Honestly I’d use table salt, but I have sea salt already for my diy piercing cleaner, so I go with that. It’s whatever I have. I cleanse the bottle using the night air (open my window), before putting anything into it. The air is such an amazing way to cleanse, and I did it for the first time a while ago because I was desperate. I have nothing lol. I just did it on a whim and thought, “hey, air!” It’s amazing for us spoonies 👋🏻 who just want to cleanse something and don’t have the damn energy. Also broom closet witches, and just any witch. It’s free and takes almost no effort.

I’ve learned that whatever water you feel is best, use it! I use sun water a lot and I love it. But when I was choosing what water to use, I felt strongly that I should use full moon water. I have a bunch of different waters in my mini fridge.

Some witches say you shouldn’t use plastic bottles, and for a long time I just said okay. But I didn’t have glass bottles. Glass is also more expensive. And me? No money. Spoonie, remember? So I will use plastic spray bottles unless I have glass on hand (when my mom decides to buy them because she likes the sprays I make in glass bottles) because it works for me and I have learned to trust what works. My advice is to not be paranoid about every little thing like I was and still am sometimes. It’s your craft and you can do whatever you want. And knowing that is really empowering to me.

#witchblr #witchcraft #witch community #beginner witch #baby witch #witches of tumblr #witches #broom closet witch #water witch #spoonie witch #witch tips #cleansing spells #protection spell #moon water #water magick #disabled witch #black tourmaline #crystals

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melishade · 8 months

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This is more of a PSA announcement if anything. A warning of people you should DNI. Like at all! Because this situation is getting so fucking ridiculous the longer I learn about this shit.

There was this Youtuber that I followed: Lily Orchard. I used to follow her for years. I started following her...between the fourth and fifth season of My Little Pony Gen 4. So since I was in high school. I followed her for at least a decade. I looked up to her and her work for years and thought she was a good role model.

I was wrong.

I've heard rumors about some of the accusations and chose to ignore it when I was younger, thinking it was slander. But it wasn't true. I had actually found out about all the shit she's done just a few months ago from @asunnycoffee and it is absolutely horrid. I mean there's:

Racism Sexism Homophobia Transphobia Brownfacing Lying Support of slavery through her written fanfics Grooming of her fans (BTW she's thirty) Stalking Harassment Hard Implications of Incest in her work Manipulations Gaslighting Emotional abuse Mental Abuse Complete and utter narcissism of this bitch. And so much more that I'm certain one of it could violate some international law.

She's like a fake liberal Catilyn Jenner. But as far as I know, Jenner didn't fucking molest her sister. Because that's exactly what Lily Orchard did to @pleasetiemyshoe AKA Courtney Orchard.

I can't believe I actually looked up to her I feel so fucking sick

Now because I am new to this and really just an outsider perspective learning about this, I'm going to botch any and all explanations of this in detail. Luckily there is a masterpost of all the shit that Lily Orchard has done in detail. https://www.tumblr.com/lily-orchard-gossip-blog/692978295298572288/a-quick-summary-of-lily-orchard?source=share

And there are a bunch of trigger warnings to this and it will be in the tags if you cannot handle it. That is fine to avoid.

But instead of Lily, ya know, owning up to her mistakes and possibly explaining her side of the story, she's done nothing but double down and accuse everyone that come out to expose her for her shit behavior as 'stalkers', 'TERFs', 'Racists' (even though she's fucking brownfacing. Which by the way, fuck her. I already deal with blackfacing enough as it is and she wants to appropriate a culture for views. GOD WHY DID I LOOK UP TO HER WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!) She will slander anyone that doesn't agree with her and do everything in her power to destroy them. And she will use her fanbase to do so. If the fans so much as harass, slander, misgender, and tell people to off themselves that have critiqued Lily in the past, she does nothing. She lets this shit happen. And usually when a creator or a person of power doesn't say anything to stop their fans from doing heinous actions, it's basically giving permission to the people to fucking do it. A perfect example of this is how Trump weaponized his own people to attack the US Capitol.

And it's not just Orchard. It's also her wife Mikaila Orchard, and a former ex now friend, Ginger. Both have followed Orchard's behavior, refused to call her out on anything and have also actively used their platforms to harass people that Orchard deems as an enemy.

And I wish I was fucking joking about any and all of this fucking nonsense, and if I'm wrong I would take it all back! But there are so many people who've come out against her and explained how much of a shit person she is including:

@as8bakwthesage (BTW check out their art it is lovely. And Sage I'm on a transformers forum if you want to join. We have fun.)

@britts-galaxy-brain

@asunnycoffee (A sweet delight. Who's 18, BTW! So Orchard is not above harassing fucking teenagers! And she's not above grooming them either!)

@opinated-user

@pleasetiemyshoe (Her sister. She also posts pictures about cats. But the stuff she talk about with her sister gets really fucking intense. Proceed with caution.)

@glyphosatesolarize

@thetimelordbatgirl

@lily-orchard-gossip-blog

Lizzy Orchard (Which in summary, was Orchard former girlfriend. Orchard claimed Lizzy abused her when really it was the other way around. Lizzy was harassed and bullied off of tumblr and Orchard took her last name which is weird because why the hell would you take the last name of your abuser.

Blake (Lily threatened violence on Blake's fiancee)

Josh Scorcher (An MLP fan. He and Lily used to be friends and there was a fallout)

Patch (IDK if Patch is on tumblr or not)

Poppy and Zena

And that's from what I can remember! That's over ten people that is ringing out warning signs to avoid Orchard at all costs. If it was one person, I'd be skeptical. But 10?! 10! That should be enough to avoid her at all costs! Another perfect example of this situation is when 30 women came out against Cosby and said he SA'd them. Again, when it is multiple people telling different stories that come to the same conclusion, then it's not something that you can deny.

Orchard is a terrible, human being, and you need to avoid her at all costs, and Mikaila and Ginger. These are the names of the channels you should avoid (because sometimes she'll use other people to spy on accounts that critique her and make alt accounts herself to spy on others and make herself look better:

lily-orchard mikaila-orchard lily-orchard-fanart sucky-boi (an alt account) lexyr-kryo (not an alt of Orchard, but the user misgendered Sage and I don't take kindly to that) ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense (Gringer has been known to harass Sunny, who is 18) So block those accounts and follow the others that I mentioned above. Please boost this post as much as you can to help other people avoid them. Although there will be some heavy stuff in some of those accounts, so please proceed with caution. also there's evidence that she wrote an incest story called Stockholm

#lily orchard #this is the last time Im going to talk about this bitch on my blog its spiritually taxing to talk about it #fuck lily orchard #cw molestation #tw molestation #tw emotional abuse #tw emotional manipulation #tw incest #mikaila orchard #avoid avoid avoid them!!!!

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blooming-violets · 2 months

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Sorry this is gonna be a bit of a rant since it’s something I’ve had strong feelings about since joining the AG/TASM fanfic part of the internet, and you’ve provided me a great opportunity to talk about it.

As a trans person, I am BEGGING fanfic writers to stop writing Marauders stuff. I’ve seen so many people defend it with “separate art from the artist” but like it or not they are still supporting JKR. Separating art from the artist only really works when the artist can’t profit from it. She has done SO MUCH harm to trans people and particularly trans youth in the UK and it’s so fucking disheartening and gives me such an ick when I see TASM writers also write for Marauders because it truly comes across as “I love and support the trans community except when it comes to this because I like it.”.

Even if you ignore the transphobia and holocaust denial (YES IM SERIOUS, she’s denied parts of the holocaust at LEAST twice and she literally did it a second time the other day), the original writing is so fucking problematic. Things just off the top of my head being;

The goblins being stereotypes of Jewish people

The fucking racism with characters like Cho Chang and Kingsley Shacklebolt

The last Fantastic Beasts movie’s plot literally being trying to make WW2 and the holocaust happen

This point needs to be taken with a grain of salt since this was some bullshit Joanne said after the books came out, but werewolves in the universe being meant to represent people with aids. Which is so fucking awful considering one of the two werewolves was attacked by the other as a CHILD

The most ironic part of this is that if Andrew is truly the person he presents himself as, he would probably fucking despise being associated with HP, even if it is just a fancast. But yeah all this to say fuck JKR, fuck Marauders fans but also thank you so much Katie for that last anon answer because I genuinely don’t see that enough in this corner of the internet.

Even Daniel Radcliffe, Harry Potter himself, has spoken out against her and continues to loudly support the LGBTQ+ communities. When your own beloved Harry doesn't even want to stand by your side, you should know you fucked up. Sadly, she does not, and instead leans harder into her bigotry and hatred.

I've always been someone who is very loud and opinionated when I see things that I disagree with, which I know can rub some people the wrong way, but fuck it. I don't like to whisper about my issues on the sidelines, I like to confront the problem head on by being very clear about where I stand and how I feel. I'm not gonna sit around and let someone align me with JKR just because I'm writing a stupid werewolf and Peter Parker fic that exactly 5 people are reading lol. It's not even a popular fic like get out of my asks jfc. Esp when I can tell this person has not read a single sentence of my story and is completely basing their judgements on my header image of AG's face next to a wolf gif.

In this past week I have seen both a Steven Harrington werewolf au and a Daredevil werewolf au cross my dash. Do we think they're getting called out for supporting HP?? No. Because their actors weren't "fan casted" as something years ago. Fan casts don't even mean anything! There was never a movie about them. AG was never casted or played this role. It's literally nothing but a bunch of fans agreeing that they like his look for a fictional character.

Anyway, I'm also ranting back at you haha. You can rant to me anytime. I love a good rant and I agree with you 100%.

Werewolves were not created by JKR. Andrew Garfield has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Don't make make snap judgments about a person's character based on a picture you saw. Support your trans community. Don't be dick.

And, if they actually read my werewolf au, they would see that it's literally about learning to overcome your own hatred and biases of people different from you and learning to love those you were taught to hate. Crazy concept, I know! 🙄😉

#asks

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ssaalexblake · 1 year

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And that people disregard 13′s snaps because they’re not always verbal is absolutely absurd.

If Ten lost his shit and straight up shoved somebody who was taunting him to the ground in spontaneous and utter fury, i’d Still be reading essays into the descent of his mental state that led him to physical violence Today.

13, Ms ‘i only use this pacifist martial art that causes No harm to the other person’ straight up wipes out the master in fury/distress and a bunch of people are still out here annoyed she never snapped or showed high emotion? He sure looked scared before he rearranged his face to hide it.

Hate to break it, but 13 was Inherently physical as a Doctor. She growls, and she sneers, she bares her teeth and gets in peoples faces in physically threatening ways. This body language is Not subtle. If somebody did that to you I assure you you’d notice, because it is actually quite threatening.

She doesn’t Need to yell. Sometime she yells. It’s not necessary.

Phrasing another way, the era often Shows you that 13 is loosing control (violence, body language, visible distress) rather than having her tell you by yelling at somebody/something/the universe. This is generally lauded as good storytelling in pretty much every other context.

I’ve literally seen meta posts on ten’s eyelashes (really. I am not being facetious), there is No reason for people who’ve watched it to miss that the one who talks big about being anti physical violence doing actual physical violence is a narrative indication of her mental state.

there’s nothing wrong with the doctor losing their temper and yelling out a speech (13 does also do this), but this is so far from the only way to portray a character snapping that the insinuation that 13 didn’t portray passion or forcefulness in her time is actively in face palm territory.

(It’s also probably relevant that she’s exceptionally socially awkward and it’s hard to yell out a convincing and impassioned speech when your social skills are sub-par. It’d kind of ruin the effect if you didn’t say it right. She has problems with this stuff when she has time to pre-prepare, let alone any time when she’d be upset and angry and talking on the fly.)

#dw shit #showing instead of telling is bad actually if it means the audience has to actually Watch a woman #not there for them to drool over #apparently #So much shit 13 gets shit for Not being just actively make zero sense for her character #but so many people have never bothered to pay an ounce of attention so idk why i'm shocked

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radioisntdead · 2 days

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Good evening folks I'm sleep deprived again and you know what that means! Deranged headcanons this time with almost everyone and not just Alastor, reader pops in and out, I lost my hazbin header and I don't feel like going to redownload it rn so I'll edit this tomorrow to add it in, probably, someone remind me.

I can't remember Sir Pentious being around stairs, did we see him go upstairs in the show?? Do the egg Bois carry him? Did he evolve and master the art of snake crawling up the stairs??

You think when he first died he kept faceplanting himself, like stairs were this dork's [affectionate] number one enemy, one wrong move and WAM, BAM, BOOOM Sir Pentious is injured, ouchy

Hear me out on the reader just picking him up bridal style to go upstairs, like the reader doesn't look that strong and then sir Pentious is struggling with stairs so they just 'YOINK'

Okay so Charlie scrapbooks right? Pretty sure that's canon or it's just become fanon enough that I can't remember the difference,

You and Charlie scrapbooking together, like just bonding, pop on some type of movie on the tv, make popcorn and other snacks and get a ton of crafting stuff for scrapbooking.

Vaggie gives off the vibe that she sleepwalks or talks in her sleep like from silly stuff like "gimme back my fruit gummies" to "He's watching you."

Also she has that type of sleepwalking that's just doing routines so you'll wake up to go downstairs and grab water or something and you just see Vaggie in her pajamas swinging her spear around,

You should promptly walk back up those stairs because you do NOT DUCK AROUND WITH ANGELIC WEAPONS.

No idea if Vaggie is still a moth with the whole fallen angel exorcist thing [I'm just imagining exorcists aren't all completely human looking just in grayscale, like imagine a exorcist that's like husk,] but like dangle a lamp Infront of her and it wows her for a few minutes giving you time to escape.

Speaking of husk, does he count as a furry? He does right? I'm imagining if you really really don't like furries and you go below you become a furry, but we saw some folks in heaven, do they get to choose to be furries? [Should clarify I have nothing against furries, Some of the nicest people I've met have been furries, you do you, I'm just wondering]

Do you think he goes to a doctor or a vet? [I don't think he goes to either, he has to be dragged there dude gives off the 'its fine' 'YOU HAVE A GIANT CYST IN YOUR ARM' 'its fine' vibes]

Speaking of animals Angel dust probably had a tough time learning to walk with his spider legs when he first died because they have that bendy bit right? I would fall on my face.

I imagine there's a bunch of learning when you just die and end up in eternal damnation like you get some type of features right?

You think Vox tapes stuff to his face? Like I saw this one fanart with him holding a rose in his teeth but like, he's a flat face TV screen I don't think he can hold that properly without the rose bending.

I'm bringing the hat gremlin reader into this and from my doodles Vox's hat has little spikey legs

They crack his screen, they're like a cat, meow meow

Same vibes you can't convince me otherwise.

Also Vox looks very biteable, munch munch

Alastor probably did this if Vox had a flat screen at a point in their past friendship.

I think I said it before but I have a whole plan to take out the Vee's if I ever got isekaied into hazbin, for all purposes if I got isekaied into hazbin I WOULD LIKE TO BE IN HEAVEN. I WOULD NOT WANT TO ENCOUNTER ALASTOR HE WOULD KILL ME [or I'd annoy him to death] I WOULD NOT BE SAFE

Anyways Angelic steel baseball bat, Vox has a screen, WAM BAM DEAD TV HEAD MAN

Valentino lure him in with a lamp, then angelic weapon and bug spray, 2 for 2

Or am angelic steel one of THESE

And all I'm gonna say for Velvette is horrible fashion, she'll explode from anger.

#radiorambles #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you

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the-white-void · 1 year

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You are my Only Haven

~Sypnosis: A little girl watches over a human that she has waited so long to meet "Will you please wake up? I'm really lonely" she whispers hoping to see your eyes, hear your voice

~warnings: none, I think, it does mention chains and hate and a somewhat dead body

There she waits; waiting for this lifeless mortal body to move, even if it were just a muscle.

The figure in front of her lies on a bed of chains decorated with runes one cannot decipher, even an ancient tongue cannot decrypt them, so the little girl can only hope that the figure will wake.

Is it the body of their guardian or someone they cherish? She doesn't know, she only knows she needs them.

This makes her even more lonely.

"they're beautiful"

"Do...I?" she tilts her head as her hand covers her mouth "yeah, kind of, you sound like a bunch of voices trying to overlap each other's voice" they loudly whisper

They chuckled as their face shifted to a confused look "do you know where we are exactly?" they tried to giggle to lighten the mood "we are... in the Mare Jivari" "ohhh"

The little girl leaned close to the runes and chanted things they couldn't understand and the chains fell from their limbs, "I am... Teyvat, I do know" she beamed at you

"let's break those god's rules"

#astronetwrk #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau isekai #sagau fluff #sagau idea #genshin impact #genshin x reader #teyvat #sentient teyvat #sentient!teyvat au

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