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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, triggers, violence, blood, death and swearing

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🌿ISTP 🍁Slytherin or Hufflepuff - can be debated. 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Aries Sun, Taurus Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Nad Dunaem by DakhaBrakha

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

One Showing Kindness (You) x The Other Choosing To Become Kinder, As Redemption (Sandor)

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

“Shut Up” x “Make Me”

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔

Acts of Service. Likes to do things for you - making sure you’re fed and hydrated. Cuts up logs for the fire, and makes sure it’s always burning.

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Sansa specifically asked for the both of you to join her council right after her coronation

・Technically lowborn, your family had been loyal to House Stark for generations

・And when ... well when it all went to shit, you were forced to flee.

・For years you didn’t know what became of your family. But you did hold onto the knowledge that was passed down from generation to generation

・Not just about the physical world, but the spiritual, and the natural.

・Your family was initially so close to the Starks’ because of your usefulness, but over hundreds of years, your family proved their allegiance

・You grew up with the Stark children as your mother was a close companion of Cateyln’s (when she first came to Winterfell as a newlywed, she felt very lost. Your mother was the same age and showed her the ways of the North)

・Arya and Sansa were like sisters to you. But you were always caught in the middle of their bickering. You were the eldest of four siblings, having two other brothers and a younger sister. She was only a baby when Nedd Stark went to King’s Landing.

・It wasn’t easy, surviving all those years on your own. But you did it. You endured.

・After acquiring a job as a barmaid, you heard all the gossip and news the war

・You protected yourself with a hidden dagger underneath your skirts, and always wore a ring which held poison. Like a locket ring.

・In all honesty, no one fucked with you because of it. And your reputation grew.

・Women would come to you in the early hours of the morning, wanting an array of things. Herbs for birth control, poison for violent husbands, drafts to aid in sleep, ingredients to churn someone’s guts.

・Your boss didn’t mind at first, but he thought you were creating too much attention.

・But your boss’s wife liked you, and she helped you until one day a young Arya Stark trudged into the tavern with a tall scarred man.

・It didn’t take her long to recognise you, and within minutes she had knocked over a pitcher of ale and threw herself into your arms

・She demanded that you came with them, and the rest is history...

・The relationship between you and Sandor was rocky in the beginning. You thought he was too abrasive and harsh. Arya, already used to it, just shrugged her shoulders when you called him out on it

・Even though you knew his reputation, you didn’t care. You had packed your belongings and had your own set of weapons that could kill him.

・He knew that.

・And he was ... honestly impressed

・Arya loved the dynamic between you two. And although she would never admit it, she loved when you fussed over her - your big sister instincts kicking in.

・It took you a while to realise Sandor’s love languages. Arya had to point out when he was ‘being nice’.

・But you saw something in him that he didn’t see in himself. And you fell in love

・When Sansa asked you to be on her council, Sandor was really proud of you, but it took him a long time to accept his position. He didn’t think he was worthy of it.

・”We’ve all made mistakes,” Sansa told him one evening when the three of you were dining together. “You can atone by accepting my offer.”

・You don’t have an official title, as you dabble in many areas of Winterfell. But you’re the connection to the people, and also the natural world. An advisor, and Maester in training.

・Sandor’s official title is, ‘Master-at-Arms’ / ‘Commander’. He’s responsible for training soldiers, giving military advice and choosing the guards of Winterfell.

・Sansa also has a council of Bannermen, who are present when very important decisions are made. (Sandor hates nearly every single one of them.)

・You were going to have a little cottage somewhere warmer (because Sandor doesn’t like the cold), but the position was ... too perfect. Being with Sansa, living in Winterfell, it was home.

・If Sansa travels to King’s Landing, she wants you and Sandor to come with her. She feels safe when the pair of you are around her. Sansa has PTSD (although not known as that), and can get triggered when men get too physically close.

・You’ve taught Sansa about herbs, plants, poisions and cures. The old Sansa never listened, thought it was too boring. But now, she listens intently, and has endless questions.

・Sansa offered to rebuild your family home, but it hurt too much. Until ... two years later, when your youngest brother and sister found their way back home.

・Sandor was unsure of this reunion. He wanted to make sure they were who they said they were.

・But you knew.

・Yes, in your gut you knew. But your brother and sister had specific birth marks and physical oddities which set them aside since birth.

・Arya travelled back to Winterfell when she found out, as did Jon Snow. Even though he was labelled a bastard during your childhoods, your family was still lowborn as well.

・So on numerous occassions, your family had invited Jon Snow to sup with them.

・Sandor didn’t think his life would be like this. He didn’t think he would make it this far or that he deserved the love you gave him.

・And when your siblings came along, they too grew love for Sandor. He offered to train both your siblings (because he thought both men and women should know how to defend themsleves).

・You slowly found out the horrors that your siblings endured, and at nights you cried to Sandor.

・You became a family again.

・And like the generations before you, your family was once again faithful to the ruler in the North.

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starlitangels · 7 months

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Power Play (Not that Kind)

Star's back? Star's Back! (For at least one one-shot anyway.) 1.6k words

Spoilers for the new video, obviously

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Porter missed nothing. Years of living—of fighting for survival—as a vampire had taught him to observe everything.

He didn't miss the way Sam's shifter tensed every time a voice was raised. Even Sam's. He didn't miss the way they positioned themself partway between him and Vincent's partner. He didn't miss the scars on their exposed arms glinting slightly in the light of the living room.

He'd heard of them, of course. Living in Dahlia as long as he had. He knew the Shaw Pack's reputation. He'd heard of their sledgehammer. Their... tank. He wasn't in Dahlia, but he'd kept tabs on the city while he was gone. He heard of the single shifter who took on the 50-year-old progeny of an Old Blood and live to tell about it.

He hadn't expected them to be that attractive, though.

Porter missed nothing. Shifters were humans who could change into an animal form. But that didn't mean instincts of the animals they could become didn't linger. Wolf shifters had a reputation for fierce loyalty to anyone they considered pack—legal or not. And apparently the Shaw Pack shifter in front of him had nearly killed themself to protect a friend from the vampire they'd fought.

Porter missed nothing.

This shifter was a protector.

They didn't tense because they didn't like the sound of raised voices or as a trauma reaction from their past. This shifter tensed because if punches started to flying, they were going to protect Vincent's partner.

And given the fact that Vincent's partner didn't seem to notice, the shifter was going to do it without their knowledge or coordination.

Porter missed nothing. He didn't miss the shifter's muscles rolling under their skin. He didn't miss the fury in Vincent's face—though, honestly, it wasn't subtle. He didn't miss Samuel fighting to keep his fangs from extending defensively, even as the man tried to... mediate the situation.

Porter noticed everything. He noticed the confusion on everyone's faces when he announced the Plus One he was bringing to the summit. He noticed that, strangely, the shifter's face was the one to turn from confusion to anger first. They'd remained fairly impassive of expression the whole time. The tension in their body being the only thing that gave them away. Their face had been neutral as stone. He wondered, as he blasted away from Sam's house, what set them off before the others at the mention of bringing his new lover.

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Vincent and his partner were well out of earshot on their way home by the time I let out a growl and tore a log in half out in the backyard.

Sam was standing on the back porch, leaning against one of the supporting beams with his arms folded, and just watched. I could tell he wanted to ask what was wrong, but he was keeping his questions to himself.

I ignored the axe in the tree stump next to the pile of wood we chopped for the fireplace (usually to blow off steam) and ripped the next log in half. By the time I dropped the pieces of it in the woodpile, I realized I was half-shifted. My nails had become claws, my teeth were too big for my mouth, and the seams of my clothing were straining.

I took several deep breaths. "Bastard," I muttered as the magic eased out and my body went back to normal, full human.

"What're ya thinkin', darlin'?" Sam asked.

I sat in the dirt, not even bothering to go to the back porch steps. "It's a power play," I said. "Bringing an unempowered human to the summit before they have the informed status."

"Mmhmm. I clocked that," Sam agreed. "He's doin' whatever he can to get under... everybody's skin, probably. But especially Vincent's."

I shook my head. "It's not that. I don't think, anyway."

Sam scrunched his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"I doubt it's just about pissing all of us off. It's a power play but it's almost a dare. Saying no one can touch him. No one can stop him from doing whatever the hell he wants." I swallowed—hard. "I've seen moves like that before. Taunts. Dares. Begging someone to try to stop him so he'd have an excuse to lash out."

Sam growled low in his chest. His boots thudded down the porch stairs. He sat on the last one. "You never mentioned Quinn did that."

I raked a fingernail through the dirt with a bitter scoff in my throat. "Oh it wasn't Quinn. I had a string of bad partners. Not just him. Quinn was wholeheartedly the worst, but I'm not talking about him this time." I drew another line in the dirt. "I'm talking about Raphael."

Sam cocked his head.

"He was another vampire. Passing through Dahlia on business when I had just barely turned eighteen. He was from a clan up in Washington. That's why I listened to him in the first place. My parents live there. I spent part of my childhood there. He was turned when he was like twenty-one and had only been a vampire for like three years when I met him." I kept doodling, refusing to meet Sam's eyes. "David thinks I didn't fall into a bad crowd until right before I met Quinn. David could fill an encyclopedia with the amount of stuff he doesn't know about my life. I've always been... solitary. Introverted. And for a wolf shifter it's a real pain in the ass to be introverted. Pack members always shove their way into your life when your social battery is at its lowest and expect you to reciprocate.

"But anyway. Raphael seemed nice. But he was definitely part of the shadier... underground vampire scene in the city. The one William managed to mostly wipe out. But not completely, back then. And... I don't know how exactly, but Raphael knew I was powerful, for a shifter.

"He..." I took a deep breath.

"Darlin', you don't have to keep goin'."

"It's okay. This is water far under the bridge." I cleared my throat. "You heard of the gang-drains, right?"

"Several vamps feedin' off one human, usually unempowered. Yeah. Had to heal a couple-a the victims back before I turned. William's still fightin' that fight on gettin' the ban on those enforced."

I nodded. "Raphael took me to some of them. We weren't together long and it ended in flames. But there were three that he took me too. Y'know. A wolf shifter. Who a lot of vampires are well aware of the old feuds with."

Sam scrunched his eyebrows. "Why? What was the point?"

"He was daring the other vampires to confront him about my presence without saying a word. He was showing he had all the power in the situation because none of them were ever brave enough to tell him to have me get lost."

"Why you?"

I shrugged. "I was there. Right magic at the wrong time. Naïve teenage wolf with no self-preservation." I paused. "And... I like to think that he knew if things did go south, I was a wolf that would be able to protect myself. He was a jerk but he was nowhere near as sadistic as Quinn was. I think he just liked to flex."

Sam chewed on his lower lip in thought. "And you think that's what Porter's doin'."

"I think it'd be wise to entertain it as a possibility. We all knew it was a power play the second it was out of his mouth."

"And you looked about ready to rip his fangs out of said mouth before the rest-a us even processed what he said," Sam observed.

"He's needlessly endangering an innocent unempowered human who probably didn't ask for any of this bullsh—" I cut myself off with a hiss. "It's not that I don't trust the Old Bloods and their retinues that will be at the summit not to control themselves. Hell, David and Asher are bringing their unempowered mates." I growled—animalistic and furious. "But if he met them two days ago, that poor human is in far over their head and has no idea what they're walking into. Any explanation he might give them will never do justice to what they could actually experience and—"

"Your friend that Quinn attacked," Sam said softly, his eyes on my furious doodling in the dirt. "You're tryna avoid a repeat performance. Innocent unempowered fallin' victim to a vampire tryna use 'em for his own gain. That's why you got pissed at him before the rest of us even realized what he was sayin'."

I slumped. "I clocked that Porter is a bit of a bastard with his head somewhat up his own ass the second I answered the damn door and he made a pass at me at your expense. But if he's enough of a monster that this goes the way I'm praying it doesn't, you won't stop me from protecting that human he's bringing. Even if it means a giant grey wolf in formalwear rips his arm off in front of every Old Blood in the country."

That almost got Sam to smile, but his expression was still grim. "I wouldn't try, darlin'." He took a deep breath. "You should tell Vincent some of that. Not the whole thing if you're not comfortable but... I think he'd appreciate the insight."

I sighed. "Maybe tomorrow." I pushed myself up so I wasn't sitting in the dirt and brushed off the seat of my jeans. "I'm gonna go for a run. Wanna join?" I moved to start taking off my clothes so I could shift.

Sam was on his feet in a blur of movement. "'Course. If it'll help you blow off some steam. I'll be right by your side."

I kissed him. "Thanks, Sam."

"Always, darlin'."

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Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @shellssstuff @darlin-collins @pinksparkl (figured I'd add you just to say hello! <3)

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Porter #Redacted Darlin'#Redacted Sam #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic

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sundered-souls · 1 month

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Inge Sjasaris

B A S I C S

Name: Inge Sjasaris (pre-EW), Inge Grymkoelwyn (post-EW, as she took her wife's last name to finally conform with her people's way... and give the middle finger to her in-laws who didn't think her good enough for their precious daughter while she was at it lmao)

Nicknames: none

Age: Early sixties

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Race: Viera

Gender: Loaded question given that I've never bothered posting about her tribe, but long story short: she's fine with being called a woman. In our modern western ways, she'd be more akin to genderqueer. In her people's way, it's hard to translate so she never bothers. Honestly any pronoun is technically fine by her, it'll never be completely right anyway.

Orientation: Whatever, but more female leaning overall.

Profession: Mercenary, alchemist

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: I've yet to find a satisfying mod for what I have in mind but curly and mid-long, black, badly cut 'cause she tends to do it herself whenever the length annoys her too much. Rarely tied though, she doesn't like the feeling (hence the terrible haircuts)

Eyes: Grey

Skin: Dark brown, with some freckles

Tattoos/scars: A tattoo left by Louisoix's spell between her shoulder blades. Many scars scattered on her body, most faded though and none too remarkable.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Both alive, never named them x)

Siblings: Two unnamed sisters and one brother, which she doesn't know is a brother because she left before he hit puberty. He's called Solrunn and is played by @inah-ffxiv (who also plays her wife)

Grandparents: I didn't flesh out the family tree so far so.... no idea

In-laws and Other: She's married to Yersinia Bordetella, which isn't her real name if you wonder after reading Inge's family name above x) Yersi doesn't get along with her family, who's quite rich and posh, and they never approved of her choice of partner. Not that any of them care. Also in a relationship with Y'shtola.

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: The notable ones would be magic enhancing/debuffing (and healing but if you don't get hit, it's even better), war surgery, alchemy (mostly potions), botany and bow hunting. She can hear the Elementals too

Hobbies: Reading smut and romance. That's about it, she loves her job as an adventurer and doesn't take much time off.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Steadfast and kind

Most Negative Trait: emotionally constipated and prone to reproach people their recklessness before doing the exact same fucking thing five minutes later (But it's different because she knows what she's doing™)

L I K E S

Colors: she loves bright colors in general but mostly wears neutral/earthly colors herself (as to not make a target of herself). Doesn't have a clear favorite

Smells: damp soil, forests, quite a lot alchemical agents, tea, campfires

Textures: Leather, smooth polished wood, soft wool

Drinks: Tea, tea and more tea

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Recreationally. Did you know the Twelve will approve of your union even if you're too high to remember the entire day? Should you get lucky enough to meet them, they'll even mention it /shudders

Drinks: Tea and water. Occasionally maybe some fruit juice. Never any alcohol, it makes her sick

Drugs: Nothing other than what I mentioned above

Mount Issuance: Inge's actually in the Twin Adder and got her chocobo through them. The bird doesn't have an actual name, she whistles to call it/give it orders and mostly uses it as a beast of burden rather than a mount. Her yol is in the care of the Mols. She didn't want to take it away from its natural environment, but she visits sometimes.

Been Arrested: Never. To say that she's always a law-abiding citizen might be pushing it though...

Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (ty!) Tagging @inah-ffxiv @adrayellinaeth @archaiclumina @hakai-zonapher @feathersage @wpip-raham @the-crimson-rose @sharlayanscion @ooc-miqojak (so you can pick which character you want to do it with) @punchelf @chadhunkler @clockworkdimensions @gatheredfates @corsair-kovacs @heavensw4rd

I went through my followers list and I have more characters so feel free to ignore if you're not interested and I'll tag more people when I do it with the rest of the cast!

#OC: Inge #thank you again o/

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melonba11s · 1 year

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Those Happy Bloody Years (Reupload)

A fic I wrote for if Strade survived a few more years.

Minors and Ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked

Contains: Older, Dilfier Strade, Ren, Gender Neutral MC. MC has stockholm real bad.

"I'm back."

you kept your voice quiet, taking off your jacket. It was way too hot for it but you needed it. Scars, old and new, some unwanted, some begged for, were slowly revealed. If your parents saw them, they’d freak out. You hung the coat up on the rack and made my way into the living room, smiling at him.

Aging hadn't been too kind to him, his eyes sinking a little into his face, grey hairs appearing by the time he was 38. But even now, nearing 50, his hair muddy brown and peppered with streaks of gray, he was still handsome. Still heavyset, with those strong forearms that you adored, especially when they were wrapped around you in a hug… or when one was flexing against your throat.

He smiled at you from his relaxed position on the couch.

"How was your visit?" his voice had become more gruff over the years. No doubt the cigars, giving it a rough, gravelly edge.

"Fine, they didn't want to let me leave. They're still afraid I'll go MIA again." you rolled your eyes at your parents rightful concerns.

Strade let out a wheezy laugh, tipping his head back.

"Shucks, I only kept you locked away for what? five years?"

"Seven." you corrected him. You still remembered, years ago, Strade finally allowing that first call. From a pay phone outside of the city, at nearly 3 am. It pained you how quickly they had picked up. How many times had they stayed up, sleepless nights, wanting to hear from you?

“Hi, Dad.” Had been the first words you’d spoken to them in seven whole years. How you needed to explain the cover story you had gone over with Strade, recited perfectly. If you didn’t, Strade would have forced you to hang up the phone and you’d never get another chance.

You just weren’t meant for college, your mental health took a serious dip, you’d ran away… into the arms of a concerned man who became your boyfriend.

“I was… ashamed, Dad… I’m sorry, I know it’s so stupid but… I felt like you guys would be better off without me… I felt like a failure. Thanks to my boyfriend though he… convinced me to seek therapy and helped me find the courage to finally call you.”

How Strade held your gaze firmly throughout what turned into a phone convo that lasted until 9 am. Six hours of watching him feed more change into the payphone, just for you. It struck something in you.

He really cared about you. He wanted you to be happy. That was the only reason he would have allowed this, and paid for it.

There was no way you could leave him after that. Especially after he worked tirelessly on a new form of the collar. Disguised as a thick, brutalist in appearance bangle, a tracking chip inside. He never lost track of you.

You sat next to him on the couch, resting your cheek on his shoulder, as he curled his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder.

“They want you over for dinner again soon.” you mumbled, closing your eyes.

“Your old man just wants someone to talk hockey with again.” The channel was changed to the latest hockey game.

“It's not his fault the neighbors are only into soccer.” you stretched your legs out, sighing in comfort. You remembered how your parents INSISTED on meeting this “so-called boyfriend”. How nervous you were… How you didn’t have to be nervous, because they almost immediately fell in love with Strade.

You felt almost jealous, about the way he had brought a bouquet of flowers for your mother, and a six pack of beer to share with your dad. The exact brand you told him your dad liked.

Honestly, Strade’s face when your mother had thrown her arms around him and sobbed her thanks had been a little priceless. It had taken a lot to hold back a laugh.

The night had gone smoothly, with your parents giving you leftovers to take home, leftovers of which, the chocolate cake placated Ren enough to not be so bitter about you being allowed out and not him.

“Where is Ren?” you asked, half awake. It had been a long, exhausting day.

“Basement, preparing for tonight's stream. Says tonight's guest is ready.” You opened your eyes and glanced over at Strades neck. The horrible jagged scar hasn't faded after all these years.

A “guest” who’d gotten ahold of one of his knives. Waited for the right moment, and struck. Strade would have bled out down there, alone, if you and Ren hadn’t found him. Ren had stood in shock, not moving. You dove forward, applying pressure, and finally yelled at Ren loud enough that he began moving, grabbing the first aid kit.

Strade had been weakened long enough that when it came time to do a show again… He didn’t have the energy to host. He had gotten a victim, a pretty girl he’d picked up with his “daring tale of a fight with a moose that gored me in the neck.”

“And would you believe it? I was fast enough, lucky enough, that only the tip of the antler got me. Doctors say I’m a miracle man!” He had recounted the tale to you. It was so lucrative it was nearly unbelievable. Maybe the woman just thought he was funny.

At first, Strade had set up the cameras, handed you the knife. He tried to direct you from behind, telling you what to do. You had gotten cold feet in front of the camera though, hundreds of people watching, typing in the chat, requesting-

And then Ren stepped up, taking the knife from you.

“Let’s start with something simple, first blood.” He’d said, his voice taking on the tone of an experienced showman. He’d won the hearts of the bloodthirsty viewers almost immediately. You’d been relegated to reading chat, and well, keeping Strade occupied when he required it.

Even when he’d recovered, Strade didn’t step back up. The money was better than ever, and he got a show out of it.

“A show, huh?” you mused, pressing a kiss against his stubble ridden cheek quickly. He smelt strongly of cigar smoke, and tasted like it too.

You smiled as he pressed a hand to your forehead, playfully pushing your head back.

“Don’t kiss me now, you’ll only get me excited. And you’ll need your energy later. I’ll probably need… help.” His familiar grin lit up his face, making him look 15 years younger, taking you back to the first night at the bar.

“I’m gonna nap then. Wake me before so I can get a cup of coffee in me before we start.” you yawned again, nestling back down against him. Strade gave a soft chuckle, pinching your cheek.

“du verwöhntes Hündchen, of course I will.” You closed your eyes again, feeling yourself drift away. There was a shifting next to you, and you felt some scruffy skin press against your forehead. A rare kiss from him, it made you smile, even as you drifted off.

#Strade

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manlyquail · 2 months

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Netflix Avatar

I've got many thoughts I want to get out and so why not just make a "nobody asked and nobody cares" word vomit about my opinions on the Netflix Avatar series!

It'll be below the cut, but let me say I thoroughly enjoyed it but am on the fence about if it did need to exist or not given how perfect the original is. I could go either way honestly, and would watch more if more came out, but I'll explain more stuff in spoilers below.

I'll break this into a few sections, Positives, Negatives, Neutrals, and some sort of summary for my thoughts, but there is probably going to be some overlap since some things could fall into a few categories.

Positive First:

So this could stem from trauma from the last time things came around, but I thought the bending in the series looked way better (for the most part...). The opening scene alone felt like an atonement for how done dirty Earthbenders were in *that movie* and everything felt really fluid.

The characters in general all felt really true to themselves (again, for the most part). I was skeptical at first when news came out about Sokka's removed sexism, but honestly with the way his character arc played out based on the pressure to be a leader and a warrior I think it still worked out fine.

There was a surprising amount in the series that I thought would be material that would just get cut out, which was simultaneously a pro and a con. It was good to see a few certain story elements (SECRET TUNNELLLLL) but the way they overlapped in order to get several things in at the same time makes some of them a pro and some of them a con.

The payoff for "MY CABBAGES" had me rolling. 10/10

For the most part, every time I saw a character I knew immediately who they were. Costume and character design were great, sets and backgrounds were beautiful, everything on this front felt good.

One highlight is tied to the changes made around Zuko's backstory and his crew. His belief in not sacrificing the soldiers and them being assigned to him (and Iroh's telling of this fact to the questioning soldiers) was a great addition in my opinion. It added more depth beyond just the sympathy originally given to Zuko because of his scar.

Each (recent) Avatar getting their own spot in the light was fun. Roku's personality was enjoyable even if he was only around briefly.

Finale was super fun to watch, the effects of the moon changes across all the characters and the spirit rage had me pretty hyped.

In general the balls to burn so many people alive caught me off guard as far as ratings go, but I won't complain!

The sexism addressed in the North was a good bit of development for a few characters, although without Sokka's sexism through the early parts and a moment that really felt close to 'She has help' I'm a little on the fence about the impact it had there.

Absolutely loved June.

There's probably a few smaller things I missed here or there but in general lots of positives, thought with those comes

Negatives:

I'll get this out right away because this was honestly the biggest gripe I had out of anything else. I was not entirely sold on Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai. For me they personally looked too young, the rounded cheeks felt too innocent didn't sell me on the fierce and sharp features Azula demonstrates in the show, but I'm really trying not to get too hung up on this element. Azula is honestly an impossible standard, and I think what was demonstrated was still okay, but I'll be brutally honest that her victory at the very end over Omashu took a lot of the wind out of my sails, especially following the dramatic war of the North. I think maybe the actresses could grow into the characters, but when I picture scenes like the desert standoff with everyone versus Azula it just doesn't vibe.

Airbending when it was first shown felt a little too 'wee I'm on a wire and special effects!' which was somewhat painful. The combat aspects of it felt a lot better and the glider scenes worked, but I was pretty nervous when Aang first made his way down from the towers.

The Kiyoshi scene while cool at first felt brief and somewhat underwhelming. We saw some guys get grabbed by water tentacles and then a big swirl tornado of all the elements but that was really it. People got tossed around and the instant they retreated the state ended. It was cool to see Kiyoshi but I feel like the badassery could've come through at least a little more.

They really nail over the head 'Friendship is magic!' almost too much. Each Avatar basically told Aang not to have attachments or get too close to people because its bad juju, and the lesson 'I only got this far because I work with my friends' got old fast.

Aang additionally didn't do any learning with Katara during her waterbending training headed North. I'm on the fence about this because a lot of extra drama was cut out (no Bato, no pirates and the questioning about morals of stealing a scroll, no jealousy of Katara from Aang's training, etc.). Additionally one weird change (I know I noticed this as a positive earlier), but the Cave of Two Lovers was entirely a Sokka / Katara scene, and the narrative was compressed a little bit so that their 'sibling love' on an emotional level was the reasoning the badgermoles escorted them out, as opposed to either music or following the lights (which they brought up the lights but then made it a red herring?). On that note this cave appeared in Book 2 on the return trip to Omashu, but here it just showed up to get Katara and Sokka into the palace (warned about Palace Guards which I guess also weren't a problem, and this was at the top of the city but tunnels under... anyways...).

A small nitpick but something I remember laughing at; Katara does a training scene where she hits herself in the face with water and proceeds to try and wipe it off, but she's entirely dry, so that... just felt funny.

Avatar Roku didn't get much time in the light either (not even a dragon), and several spirit moments were crammed into one. Yue is a fox spirit that was randomly in the forest, Wan Shi Tong was there to (only heard by Aang) give an ominous warning that his friends would be in danger, and then Koh was also there to... just be a creepy cannibal centipede? These all showed up during the Hei Bai plot thread which didn't even get resolved (the villagers got brought back but I don't recall ever seeing the spirit again; cut for time?). The Koh thing felt out of place as well because this was the motivation for Aang to go all the way to the fire nation to see Roku, who told him to just let them die before Aang took an idol from Koh's mom back to trade for a whole bunch of people. During this 'Koh will feed soon' period Aang made it all the way to the fire nation, did his Roku meditation, got kidnapped by June and turned in to Iroh and Zuko (presumably all the way back on the mainland?), got kidnapped from his kidnapping by Zhao, spent time in prison, then the entire Blue Spirit rescue, with Aang hiding out even longer from fire nation patrols before making sure Zuko got back to his ship safe, and then made it back in time to save everybody from hungry hungry Koh. Honestly just so much here that it made the whole segment feel a tad clunky.

Neutral:

Now this is a list of things that I'm on the fence on and could probably go either way on.

Bumi being the biggest thing here.

Now Bumi's character changes at first were jarring. His identity being revealed immediately was a surprise, but his throwing a big fancy party and seeming like a weirdly hedonistic bad comedian felt off. His original personality I think showed through just enough to keep this from being a negative, but the fun of Bumi was how he was messing with Aang to try and provoke a memory from him while also just being batshit crazy. This would sometimes crop up, and the fight between the two was pretty slick, but otherwise it felt like Bumi was more of just a jaded old man. It became about Aang teaching him a lesson and not the other way around, which in the way felt justified with Bumi being consistently at war for 100 years, but on the other didn't feel like Bumi. I guess I leave this neutral purely on the grounds that this is a reimagining and not just the same story vomited back out in live action, but it's still one of the tougher changes to adapt to.

Another small change is that Aang did zero bending of any of the other elements outside of the Avatar state. He didn't train with Katara as I mentioned, nor did he have his interaction with Jeong Jeong to give him mini trauma about fire bending. Not the biggest deal but still noticed, which makes me wonder how they'll handle his bending in the future.

Azula being Zhou's contact and source of resources felt a little off, as did his learning about the spirits. Zhao was downplayed so much to be a random nobody in the live action version and then he 'needed an edge' and learned about the spirits (and how to kill them with a spirit knife?) right before the siege. Honestly the original of 'I stumbled upon this information unintentionally back when' wasn't great justification either but still.

Several of the Ozai scenes were a little offputting as well. Right before dying (to Iroh instead of the spirit, which again, random change) Zhou mentioned that Zuko only existed as the flames to forge Azula, but there was a lot of sorrowful emotion in Ozai's actor that made him seem oddly sympathetic in a lot of scenes. Lines as well which change context after the 'revelation' are hard to get a feel for as well, such as Ozai's reminders to Azula that it was Zuko and not Zhao that discovered the Avatar. In scenes like this it feels like Ozai is actually trying to defend and support Zuko, but with the motivational thing for Azula was this just him poking the bear? Either way, maybe a subsequent watch will change my thoughts on this, so for now its neutral.

Summary:

Overall I honestly had a good time with the series, but it really just drove me to go back and start the original all over again. It was by no means bad, I'd recommend it as a watch even if just for the numerous easter eggs, but I really don't know if it's good enough to justify existing. There were some changes I really liked, such as the change with Zuko's crew, and some others that I think have potential as reimaginations such as Bumi's narrative, but others like the cave, the Koh stuff, Yue being a fox that showed up in the forest felt like they should've just been left out.

Anyways, I do recommend watching it all the same, especially to get you in the mood for the original and to at the very least set a different standard for live action Avatar than what we had in the past.

Thank you all of nobody for coming to my TED talk. I really just wanted to get this all down somewhere for my own sake but I'd be interested in other's takes on it too!

#avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar #avatar live action #avatar spoilers #atla netflix #atla #atla live action

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noah. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

Is that DYLAN SPRAYBERRY? No, that’s NOAH GREENE. The 21 year old FAIRY OMEGA MALE (HE/HIM) is a/an/the STUDENT & ASSISTANT (TO THE FAIR FOLK COUNCIL). If you ask their friends, they’re known to be CONFIDENT & INDEPENDENT, but beware, they’re also known to be RECKLESS & REBELLIOUS. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

BASIC INFO

full name — Noah Greene age — twenty (april 1st) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega occupation — faircouncil slave assistant clothing style — punk-ish, holes, tears, pins etc. and jeans

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Dylan Sprayberry hair — brown / eyes — blue height — five foot & five inches build — compact, lil stocky but thin waist and big arms scars — a few from fights he picked by spreading his no-shits-given attitude tattoos — a few, family emblem on his wrist (not his decision), an anarchy for fae logo on the back of his neck piercings — a bunch, eyebrow, ear, nipples, lip special characteristics — no shits given attitude, will pop the finger at pretty much everybody sexual preference— bratty bottom sub kinks — breeding, tell him what a good boy he is, praise, nipple play (pierciiiiiings), spanking, put pretty things on him (a shiny plug or collar or something), manhandling (he's a brat, be ready) anti-kinks — scat, gore

PERSONALITY

alignment — chaotic neutral positive traits — confident, independent, kind negative traits — reckless, rebellious, brat, feisty, unfriendly hobbies — rebellion keeps him busy

MEDICAL INFO

mental — n/a physical — healthy bby phobias — n/a eyesight — 17/20 dominant hand — right hand drug use — nop alcohol use — yep, even tho he's not allowed oops. diet — annoyed by all the fancy-ass rich people food from home, he's big into fast food

BACKGROUND

birthplace — new haven, CT parents — Alkara Greene & Noraine Greene siblings — Alwyn, Islwyn and Shania (all older by 10 ish years) education — high school drop out notable skills — fighting his parents, arguing about the exact same thing over and over and over, disagreeing with everything someone else says

Born with not only a silverspoon in his proverbial mouth, but an entire collection of silver cutlery, Noah should've grown up to be the happiest child with the most fulfilled life one could imagine. And for a long time it was exactly that, or it felt like it, but Noah never quite felt like he ... was right where he was. It might've been the fact his siblings were all much older than him and he'd been somewhat of an accident, or maybe it was because they were all so incredibly good at everything - they were Fairies after all, that he just .. knew he'd never be able to compete.

They were tall, blonde, blue-eyed and smart. Alwyn was going to law school - a year early than was normal, Islwyn was a resident at the hospital and Shania had just opened her own restaurant under the ever-watchful eye of the town's council. They were all in meaningful and yet arranged relationships with other Fairy partners and it was honestly kind of disgusting to watch sometimes. It wasn't normal, being so goddamn perfect.

And so Noah decided to be the exact opposite. No oppression, no ... letting them dictate life for him, no pushing him into being someone he wasn't. He was wild, he didn't like school, he didn't like authority, he ... just wanted to be left alone. He wanted to fuck shit up and leave a path of destruction in his wake. It wasn't even that he hated his family, he just ... didn't want to be part of it. Sure, they probably loved him, but ... they sucked at showing it - really.

He ran away from home a few times, slept in abandoned buildings (yes, even New Haven had some) out by the fields, but someone always found him and he was dragged back - kicking and screaming to once again find himself in a golden cage of .... wealth. Ungrateful, spoiled, brat. He was aware, thank you, but he also couldn't give any less shits than ... none.

So, he got himself into trouble. He stole from the mall, he cracked windows of store wherever he went, his trusty bat always with him wherever he went and he picked fights whenever he could. It was... freeing, feeling his blood pumping and adrenaline take over. But it never lasted unfortunately and so he kept on going higher and further - harder and faster.

Until he got himself caught. Again. Only this time ... the council was involved and Noah was faced with two options. Be the first Fairy in jail among vampires, weres and sharks or ... work for a better future. My ass, what a bunch of nonsense. But he ... had no other option than to accept, because no way in fucking hell was he going to replace his golden cage with iron bars.

And so he met Dallas Song.

#wtnhintro #intro.

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quinn-styx · 2 years

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Okay, okay, so, idea- it is angsty so feel free to pass if you're uncomfortable writing content for...I guess reader death? and I'll try to think of something more neutral. I won't hassle you for a specific character since I'm not sure which creators you watch for 3L/LL, but I'm a sucker for characters avenging a pacifistic reader's death (someone who just tried to help others, no matter how many lives they were on), like completely seeing red or holding them as they die/disappear (not really sure how the fandom perceives death in Minecraft haha.) I'm not ashamed to say I've watched every perspective for 3L and LL so go wild and choose whoever you feel like writing for! Reader can have any gender identity or romantic orientation, it's not important to me <3

Sorry this took so long! There will be a part two because I got a bit carried away and want it to be more drawn out <3 anyway! Here's part one :)

Warnings: Reader death, violent thoughts/blood lust, this is mostly just angst honestly, out of character 3rd life characters (I'm working on that)

Summary: You just got kicked out of the renchanting crew on suspicion of being a spy, so you go to the desert people for refuge.

Your alliance didn’t form immediately. It took time to plant itself and slowly bloom into a precious saguaro flower, rather than the black dahlias and orange toned lilies that used to surround you in the mountains of renchanting. You tried not to think about it too much, but it was hard when there was so much quiet in the sandy biome surrounding you in the late night as you walked to the house atop monopoly mountain. The argument played on repeat in your head, the accusations echoing a bit louder than the rest.

The other people of dogwarts called you irrational, a liar, a cheat, but most of all they accused you of being a spy. You had done nothing but help them in their times of need, brewing the best potions and even helping people outside of the faction when their red lives would befall them, even when you swore yourself to pacifism after finding yourself on your yellow life. Or at least as close as you could get to it in a death game. People you once knew had died in your arms, people who had no relation to the factions, people shot down with the enchanted bows made in the very settlement you found yourself in.

You had been cast away for defending the sand people. While it was simple enough, the impact hit a lot harder than you ever could have expected. You were all friends before this. And you especially were friends with Scar. You met on hermitcraft, and you grew close rather quickly. He was kind, he always had a positive spin on the issues that arose, but most of all, he made you laugh. And, with no fail, when you laughed he would smile that same accomplished smirk that always seems to show itself whenever he does something he set his heart on. Now being so far from each other felt almost painful, and him being dubbed an enemy to your faction of dogwarts certainly didn’t help.

You rotated the thoughts in your mind, you knew that they wouldn’t like it, but this felt so extreme. Being kicked out so suddenly was bad, the fact they made you leave right at sundown was considerably worse. You trudged forward regardless, slowly going up the stairs and finally reaching the door. You were met with music, a disc of some sort must be on, meaning they were hopefully still awake.

With a heavy breath you knocked three times on the door. The disc stopped and you heard muttering inside, though it was nothing you could make out directly. After what felt like forever, the door opened. You looked up, trying to find the right words only to be met with your eyes starting to gloss over slightly.

“Y/N? What happened?” Grian asked as you were ushered through the door, he quietly muttered for you to come in as led to a small sitting area. You were pretty sure this was your first time to not just admire the house from afar.

“They kicked me out,” You stated, while you had thought about everything that happened, what you would say when you got here barely crossed your mind. “Where’s Scar?” was the next thing you had said.

“He went out on a walk, I was prepping some early breakfast.” He looked at the boots you had on, they seemed more worn than the last time he’d seen you. “How long were you walking? It’s nearly morning,” Concern laced his voice. Before you could respond the door opened again revealing Scar as he held up a small bouquet of flowers.

“Grian! I got more flowers for the rooms,” He walked to the kitchen area before coming back out and looking around, “Y/N!” He walks over almost immediately and you get up and open your arms, in which he holds you in one of those bone crushing hugs he always does. He pulls away before lightly cupping one side of your face and noticing the small cuts from accidentally running into a few more branches than you’d like to admit on the walk over. “What brought you here?”

A sad smile graces your face as you tell him how you just wanted things to calm down, and how much it backfired a hit you right back just a few hours early. He smiles and pulls his hand away, the cold of the desert attacking just as it had before. “Well you’ll always be welcome here, do you have a bed? We can get you set up in the room,” He held your hand as he led you away and Grian followed, this would only be the beginning of the better half of these god forsaken death games.

It took only a few weeks for Dogwarts to go completely off the rails. Threats made left and right as the Red army’s possible intentions settled themself deep in your uneasy heart. You loved living on monopoly mountain, but as you had a mob death dropping you to a red life you felt afraid. And over time this fear led to a deep paranoia. You barely left the desert, sheltering yourself in what made you feel safest. You relied much more on the others, and tried to push away that blood lust that crept in in the middle of the night as you lay in bed tossing and turning. Nobody told you it would be this hard. You knew just how much you had to lose now.

Your hands shook lightly as you layed in bed, it was always so cold now. You heard a knock come to the front door, Grian and Scar had already left to go do something, leaving you with the job of looking after the desert for the time being. You get up, wobbling slightly as you steady yourself before another knock comes to the door. “I’ll be there in a sec!” You shout, trying to not hurry yourself too much as not to put pressure on the scars that still burn from the creeper explosion that landed you here.

You walked quickly to the door and opened it, finding yourself face to face with Martyn. A mountain of apologies spilled from his mouth as it mixed together with something or other about orders and requirements. You saw a shining sword in his scabbard that was brandished in enchantments, the thoughts you pushed to the back of your mind ran forward, etching themselves into the very crevices of your brain. Everything began blurring together as you saw him reach for the sword. You grabbed the closest thing to the door, an iron hoe that was left sitting in the entryway and blocked as the sword swung down atop you.

“We could have stayed friends, Y/N,” Martyn said as you swung the tool forward, he threw himself back as he saw the deep red in your eyes. “We could have,” You retorted, progressing forward as he continued to try and swing his sword. “But that's not how it worked out, is it?”

Before you could even think, he hit the iron tool out of your hand and you fell into an embrace, the sword pierced your stomach as you heard a melancholy “Sorry, Y/N.” fall from his lips. He pulled away as you fell to the ground, he left without another word. Your thoughts were racing, unsure of which would be the last. A message was sent out on the communicators in the server chat.

<InTheLittleWood> Desert boys you might wanna go check on Y/N

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ghcstlyhearts · 9 months

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CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: Christian Silvestre

Nickname: Kit, Chrissy (Only by Kai)

Age: 31

Gender: Cis Man

Pronouns: He & Him

Ethnicity: Spanish & N/A

Nationality: Spanish

Education: Private tutors, not that he paid much attention.

Occupation: Lifeguard & Co-owner of Skulls & Barbells

Hometown: The Ocean

Current location: Ashborne City ( however he juggles his time here, or aboard the Estrella )

Species: Hybrid (Human/Siren)

Written Aesthetics: messy sheets and an unmade bed, hand-knitted sweaters, taking a punch with a grin & finger guns accompanied by a wink.

trigger warnings:

CHARACTER APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Casey Deidrick

Height: 6'5"

Hair Colour: Dark brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Distinguishing Features: A scar across his left brow from walking into part of the ship - constantly giving him a slit in his brow, a charming smile, several tattoos, an ear peircing in his right ear accompanied by an ear cuff.

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS

Abilities: enchanced swimmer & nagivator, bioluminescence, marine telepathy & empathy. // weaknesses: emotional vulnerability, magical boundaries & emotional ties to the ocean.

Have you always been aware of your abilities?: No, I was unaware of them at first, our father hiding them from us. It wasn't until I realised that mentally talking to fish was unusual, that I realised I wasn't entirely human.

Favorite Magical Items: An enchanted compass, spelled by a witch with a locator spell that it would always point in the direction of where his sister was, so that he can always find his way back to her after being separated for so long.

What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: He's not really scared of any of them, honestly. Mostly curious, and maybe a slight bit wary.

Who or what would they die for? His twin, his crew, what he believes is right.

Does your character fight or flee? He's more of a plotter. He lurks in the background, planning the best form of attack and then fights, and due to his usual nature, he's often underestimated.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Whimsical, Charming & Enthusiastic.

Negative Traits: Absent-Minded, Fickle & Resentful.

Neutral Traits: Active, Cunning & Adaptive.

Goals/desires: To protect his sister and their crew, uncover more about his heritage & overall, be happy and content.

Fears: His father returning, loosing Kai again, never finding his true love, not being taken seriously.

Hobbies: Knitting, karaoke (though he's terrible at it), teaching yoga to kids, swimming, dancing & working out.

Habits: Fiddling with things when he's nervous, raising his eyebrows, shooting finger guns at people, flirting with people he probably shouldn't.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles? "No, but apparently my mother might have been. However, as much as I've tried to dig into her, I can't seem to find anything. If she was here, it's like she was erased completely."

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island? "Learning about all the other creatures, and meeting so many new people. As much as I love my crew, I'm intrigued by everyone I meet."

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural? "I don't really fear them, as such, but I am wary of them. Though I've had a few... encounters of a certain kind with a fair few and they've not done me harm so far."

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character! He was once given a choice to run away from the life of a pirate, from the horrible reign of his father by his first love. However, he realised that in doing so, he would be abandoning his sister, and that he would be homesick for the ocean. So, he left them, as much as it broke his heart to do so. He hasn't seen them since.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

BIO | PLAYLIST | PINTEREST

WANTED CONNECTIONS

His first love - they were probably late teens/young adults, and it was shortly before he overthrew his father. They were on land for a bit, and he fell for them, but when they asked him to run away with them, he ultimately declined, not wanting to abandon his twin. He hasn't seen them since.

His crew - BRING US PIRATES PLS

Best Friend (Pirate Edition) - possibly his right hand person, the person on the ship that he cares for and trusts most besides his sister.

Best Friend (Island Edition) - Since coming to the Isle 8 years ago, the two are practically inseparable, he adores them to pieces, and considers them his best friend (aside from those in his crew, of course)

Various Friends, he's a friendly dude

Hook ups - Boy loves to sleep around, not entirely prone to one night stands as he's more likely to keep them around until they/he gets bored.

Exes - His relationships never truly last long, for various reasons. However, if they ask him to choose between them and his twin/crew? instant relationship ender.

He also teaches pirate yoga to kids, so if anyone has children, send them to yoga

#about; christian silvestre.#task; christian silvestre.#vih.task01 #vih.intro

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rocketspleef · 2 years

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The Third Life Opinion Survey RESULTS

...kind of.

Completely honestly, I bit off a bit more than I could chew here. I'm not super good with Excel (I use it often, but not for complicated data analysis like this), and I'm short on time at the moment. So...

I'm making the survey data public.

But first, some admin! Skip this if you're not interested, but I think it's important to be clear about some stuff in the survey.

Things I fucked up

I should've made some instructions more clear, such as the checkboxes for non-main perspectives being more clear about being other perspectives (aka not the one you watched first) - a lot of people included the one they watched first/main too

I should've included a "not familiar with this character" option when rating characters, like I did with factions - this means that in the results, there's characters that are rated overwhelmingly neutral because people don't know them

Things I didn't fuck up (but people thought I did)

I know that the protagonists and antagonists change depending on who you watch, because that was the point of the survey - seeing how the perspectives people watch changes how they think of the characters

I left the definitions of "protagonist" and "antagonist" vague on purpose, as well as the ratings system, so that it wouldn't influence how people answered

And now.....

The Analysis

Here's the data that Google Sheets automatically generated from the results. It's fairly interesting just on the surface. (For reference: there were 238 responses overall)

(An interesting note here is that while literally no one had Tango as their first/main perspective, he was pretty average in terms of people watching him after their first/main perspective)

But this doesn't show the full story. My goal with this survey was to show that people's main perspective influences how they think of the characters and factions - and I think the data proves it pretty well. For example:

92% of Grian mains are at least somewhat positive about Scar's character, and 95% of Grian mains are positive about Grian's character. While 67% of Grian mains are at least somewhat positive about Ren's character, he also has the highest % of negative responses from Grian mains, at 16%. (Martyn is second with 12%, Impulse is third with 8.4%.) Ren mains are a much lower sample size, so it's harder to say anything definitive, but generally Ren mains are extremely positive about Ren and Martyn but divided on most other characters, with Joel being the most negatively viewed overall.

The Data

Like I said, I can't give a full analysis on this data. I'm having a very busy time at the moment, and I don't have the time to spend on this project. But that's where you come in! Below is a link to both the CSV of the results (for the stats nerds) and my edited version (has none of the comments and is a lot more readable, as well as including the sheet where I calculated those Grian main stats). Do whatever analysis you want on this data, and tag me if you post any of it!

CSV // Edited spreadsheet (I'd recommend downloading it and opening it in Excel instead of viewing in Google Sheets)

Thanks for reading and for participating! Reblogs are appreciated :D

#third life smp #trafficblr #grian #desert duo #dogwarts #oc #i'm really sorry i couldn't do a proper analysis #trust me #i was looking forward to it as much as y'all were

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(( Oh look what time it is it’s Bailey’s Thinking About Lusamine’s Scars O’Clock.

I’ve rambled so many times before about how conflicted she feels about her scars so I won’t repeat myself but I do wonder how other people’s reactions to them would affect her. I’ve vaguely explored this in one direction with Leo a while back but what if someone did the like...

Okay so. People have scars. I have scars. A lot of people are insecure about their scars. Something I see a lot in the media is like, almost parading about how your scars are beautiful, actually, especially if they’re the self-harm type of scars. And then when your lover finally sees them for the first time they kiss them and tell you that they’re beautiful or fucking whatever. You know what I mean?? I see this scenario a lot in the media, and I have my own feelings about it that I won’t get into, but I can’t help but wonder what Lusamine would do if someone pulled that on her.

I think... it would really depend on the person and the scenario... But honestly the most probable reaction is that it would piss her off LMAO. Like it would feel condescending or she’d think they’re taking pity on her, and she’d fucking hate that. Her own insecurities about her scars would probably make her lash out and reject anything they’re saying, and she’d feel embarrassed for even trusting someone enough to actually see them, since she does everything she can to keep them covered up at all times.

I think the best approach to reacting to her scars would be a very neutral stance... Don’t make a big deal about it, whether the reaction is positive or negative, just like... Acknowledge that they’re there and that they’re a part of her, and leave it at that. I think that’d make her the most comfortable. She doesn’t want it to be a big deal. ))

#self harm ment /////#just to be safe but its a pretty brief mention #i was watching a video that talked about a character with burn scars and it got me thinkin..#ooc;#headcanon;

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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how do you think sal (+larry if that’s okay?) would act with an s/o who has really bad skin? not like acne, but scars and has grown up outcasted because of it?

Sal Fisher and Larry Johnson with an SO that has Scars

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Mentions of bullying, but like, none really]

[AN: You absolutely may! I accept up to 5 characters for headcanons. Acne, scars, just skin as it exists in general never strikes me as "bad". It's just a neutral thing imo, usually positive.]

Sal Fisher

Sal has such deep empathy for you because he knows what that othering is like. When you tell him, his heart breaks because he knows someone like you is the least deserving of other people's cruelties.

Honestly I feel like the two of you bond over the shared experience.

Doesn't stop Sal from feeling awful that you know what that feels like though! He thinks you are absolutely gorgeous, with or without the scars.

He spends a lot of time gently tracing them, calling them the lines of constellations. He has new pretty nicknames for them every time he sees you. Depends on what the actual scars are like, but just know he's got a complement for them.

Sal has a way with words and is 100% a softie, especially for you.

Sal despises bullies. He wonders how much energy other people have to be jerks because ??? Who even has that energy to begin with??? He knows kids can be cruel. He'd fight people of the same age, and older than him if they said anything to you.

He understands if you feel a bit shy in public due to the backlash you received as a child.

Sal makes you feel so safe and secure beside him. Makes you feel beautiful, inside and out. He knows you are, and you deserve to feel that way.

I feel the two of you bond a lot over this. It's just, it's an empathy thing from the both of you.

Truly the most understanding when it comes to this topic. Ofc you're included in the gang and ofc, they adore you.

Larry Johnson

Larry is a sweetie pie and none of you can convince me otherwise. After you open up and tell him about what happened when you were a child, he's heart broken!

He's honestly an empath, and while he didn't go through your exact situation, he was picked on as a kid too despite being friend shaped. Knowing someone as great as you was bullied just because of your scars?? It makes him so, so sad.

Larry hypes you up a lot after that. Like, he's already an extremely supportive boyfriend, but after learning this it's almost overbearing.

He genuinely means the best though! He just wants his sweet SO to know they're gorgeous and beautiful, and incredible and amazing and-

Larry is soft in his touches and makes you feel like a work of art, because that's genuinely how he sees you.

Has no hesitation in calling people out if they stare at you rudely or say mean things.

Won't let anyone say anything mean to you, including yourself. No such thing as self deprecation around him he just won't allow it.

I feel like Larry really likes to draw you. Like, you genuinely become one of his favorite drawing subjects because he wants to capture your beauty as he sees fit.

Larry makes you feel safe and at home with him. He's best friend shaped and perfect boyfriend shaped.

Makes you feel included in everything he does too. It's a given.

#sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher headcanon #sal fisher #sally face headcanon #sally face #larry johnson headcanon #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson #sally face x y/n

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pastel-in-devildom · 2 years

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What would happen if like Mc was another Angel Exchange student that was like the brothers childhood friend and they fell

Maybe the side characters too?

Male Mc Preferred or just general neutral:)

FALLEN ANGEL GN!MC

Backstory/Context: Centuries ago, MC was an angel in the Celestial Realm, just like the brothers (minus Satan ofc) and Lilith. The eight of them were close, ever since MC met Lucifer when they were children & the others when they were created. After breaking the rules, you fell long before the brothers. Diavolo saw you and offered you somewhere to live and a position.

TW: Lesson 16 spoilers(?), platonic relationships/friendships, mentions of blood and injuries

A/N: Sorry if things sound repetitive, it;s my first ask and I'm new at this whole thing.

LUCIFER

Was there when you fell, front row seat.

It was hard for him to show much emotion due to his position as a Seraph back then.

Unfortunately, he had to be the one who had to break the news to his brothers and Lilith.

He comforted them as much as he could

Was genuinely surprised to see you as an exchange student

Seeing you again, he greeted you with a smile.

It wasn't until the two of you were alone to wrap his arms around you, hugging you tightly and close to him.

He misses his best friend after all these years.

MAMMON

When Lucifer told him you were banished, he cried in his room the entire night and then neglected his duties for about a week or two after that.

You were like his second older sibling and loved you just as much.

When he fell, he constantly looked all over the Devildom for you, but couldn't and eventually gave up on finding you.

But he never forgot about you over the years.

It wasn't until he saw you yet again, but with you being an angel exchange student.

He almost cried seeing you, but wiped his tears before anyone else saw.

“Just promise me ya won’t leave me again.”

LEVIATHAN

When he heard about your falling punishment post trail, he was speechless.

After falling and being the Avatar of Envy, Levi never truly forgot how you would encourage his interests and listen to every single one of them.

When you knocked on his door, he was about to yell as Levi thought it was Mammon trying to bother him yet again.

But the moment he saw you yet again, he froze in place.

In his head, he's screaming to himself that this can't possibly be real right? Is MC really right here, standing in front of him, alive and well?

He saw you yet again, he froze .ly accepted the fact that you were here and

SATAN

He never met you as he never fell, so the two of you met when you became an exchange student

The two of you begin to learn about each other over time.

Honestly, when he learned why you fell from grace just because you broke some rule, he was a bit angry

So just one rule and they kick you like nothing?

You managed to calm him down a bit when explaining how important this rule is, so banishment was a reasonable punishment for you. Only a bit.

He also gets some embarrassing Lucifer stories from you, so win-win.

ASMODEUS

He remembers being so heartbroken when he was told that they banished you

Misses you to bits every single day for decades

How the two of you owned matching jewelry, and he still has his half after all this time, placed in a hidden part in his room.

If you're insecure about your new self, he'll always praise and compliment your black wings, burn scars, and horns when you fell.

More than often preens your wings to the best of his abilities.

The two of you wear your matching jewelry every day from then on.

BEELZEBUB

Comforted Belphie when they first heard the news. They were pretty young at the time and you were like a sibling to the twins.

Believed that you died from injuries and demons before falling himself.

First, you were gone, then it was Lilith. He lost two important people in his life without saying goodbye to either of them.

Was ready to hug MC to death when he saw them.

And he did. Multiple times. More like tackled them than hugged them.

BELPHEGOR

When Lucifer told everyone all those decades ago, he froze in place

He was still pretty young when it happened

Couldn’t really sleep that night. He cried all night and woke up with red eyes the next morning.

Seeing you again, tears welled up as you hugged him tightly.

No fight, no death. Just two childhood friends reconciling with each other and seeking each other for comfort.

Always liked to sleep under your soft, feathered wings when he was younger and he still enjoys it.

DIAVOLO

He remembers seeing you in the past, all those years ago when you fell in the Devildom, when his father was still ruling.

Imagine your first shock when you found the Crowned Prince greeting you with such genuine enthusiasm

You helped him with the R.A.D. and his plan of peace between the three realms.

After all, it was the least you could do for him as the Prince and first friend down here.

BARBATOS

Despite still working with the Demon King at the time, Barbatos was there with Diavolo to get you back out on your feet.

Cue weekly updates and check-ups, especially the first couple of weeks.

He helped take care of you, helping you adjust to society there.

Barbatos was also the one who delivered the news about the Celestial War, Lilith's death, and the brothers falling to you.

SOLOMON

He was interested in meeting you.

He never met you up until he became an exchange student as well.

Once he heard that you were close to Lucifer, he with did: 1. tried forming a pact with you, but you said no (for the time being), or 2. tried to convince you to convince Lucifer into forming a pact with him.

At times, it was both at the same time.

The man is shameless with his ambitions. That's probably why you enjoy his company.

SIMEON

The day you fell was one of the worse days of his life. Especially since he didn’t do anything to help or defend you.

The image of you dropping from the Celestial Realm haunted him long before the war.

Glad to see you alright after decades of not seeing each other.

LUKE

He didn't trust you at first

After all, you were a fallen angel that fell from the Celestial Realm like the brothers did and now reside here.

In the beginning, Luke was wary when you were in the area

Up until the incident with you, him, Lucifer, and the grimoire

You, a fallen angel, saved him, an angel from the Lucifer Morningstar.

Needless to say that Luke now has yet another fallen angel as a mentor to look up to.

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me luke #tw: lesson 16 spoilers #tw: injury #thank you for the ask!#obey me asks

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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Yes hi can I geettttttt one large Katsuki with a side of dick please?

yes ma'am coming right up....... ok its ready come pick it up at the register

keyword: LARGE katsuki... extra large... 2 XL.... 3 xl.... head go brrrrr

premise: where in which you model dynamight’s new clothing line and for whatever reason dynamight himself can’t keep his hands off of u...

enjoy <3<3 i kinda popped off lowkey (even tho i ended up using his hero name smh im sowwy)

It’s not like you’re small.

You think you’re a good size. Absolutely fine, of a perfect height, in a perfect body, everything. There is not a single thing about you that isn’t normal or expected, and for all the time you spend thinking about your looks, in the end, your body, for all it’s worth, is yours and actually quite comfortable.

But damn. If Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous, the incredible, Dynamight, isn’t one of the largest men you have ever seen in your fucking life.

In comparison to him, you might as well be the size of a kid. A doll.

It’s not like you didn’t know this... or at least, could have guessed. His height is broadcasted to the world in all the interviews he’s in, and mentioned in almost every hero gossip magazine like it’s the only cool thing about him… It’s just that, in real life, he’s a bit more... imposing… than you thought he would be.

The only real images you have of him are from the sports festivals you watched when you were younger, and the blurry shots from the news that play on repeat almost every day.

Neither of which truly encapsulate the sheer size of him in comparison to you, and really, what a powerhouse of a man he actually is.

Bakugo towers over everyone, at least by a full head, and what he doesn’t have in height, he makes up for in bulk. His body is nothing less than that of a statue’s, and by all means just goes to show anyone, villain or not, that he is an absolute machine of destruction, a predator, you name it, wrapped in muscle and sinew and brutal, pink scars.

And he is currently shirtless, standing on the well-lit, white tarp of the studio background, waiting for you.

“Where’s the new extra?”

He bemoans, his expression curved into a mean scowl, practically stomping a foot in the direction of his manager, to which your stomach does flip flops and your heart sinks. Too busy caught up in watching him from afar, you rush to pull off the robe they draped you in and hurry to his side, dressed only in a Dynamight themed lingerie set and boots, held together with ridged, green garters.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I-“

Bakugo’s eyes flit to yours, halting your nervous words instantly, before moving his gaze to look you up and down as he nods his head back and gestures to his side.

“Doesn’t matter now,” he purrs, his voice deep and rough, a hand reaching out to grab your arm, “Get over here.”

You nod, quickly, your teeth knocking together as you move into position beside him and face the camera that’s been teasing you since you got here.

Hired to model a new line of intimate, Dynamight clothing march, you know that his agency only called you because everyone else on their roster had quit. They called you because supposedly Dynamight was sick of looking at “models…” and said that out of everyone, you were the only one he had approved of… Though you know that probably just means that all the other girls were chased away by Bakugo’s mean snarl, and you were the first replacement to answer the phone.

Still…

Part of you doesn’t entirely believe that, at least if the way you feel Katsuki Bakugo practically salivating over your shoulder is anything to go by, his wide chest against your back as he very, non-discreetly presses his hips into your ass and runs his thick hand over your sides.

And when the sounds of shutters start going off, your expression now neutralized for the camera and nervousness long buried for another time, you can’t help but let yourself lean back into him, your hands moving to rest on his as he grips your waist with the strength only a hero in the Top Ten could have.

If you thought that Bakugo was large before… you are definitely not disappointed now.

You are on your knees in front of him, his legs spread to accommodate the way you sit between them, and your hands on his thighs as he hastily frees his cock from the cage that is his sweatpants.

You can’t help but gape, staring open-mouthed at the already hard member, which curves upward toward his belly and is surrounded by fine, blonde pubes.

“Surprised?” he mutters, a knowing lilt to his raspy voice, enjoying the sight of you going slack jawed, and he smirks at your expression, his canines bared and eyes heavy-lidded.

It’s large. So large you suddenly wonder what you’re doing, and how the hell you’re going to please him properly. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen probably... ever, and though the feelings are mostly overwhelmed by a twisted sense of desire, fear strikes your heart when you think about taking him in your mouth and… elsewhere.

You narrow your eyes, one hand reaching out to gently grip the shaft, the head unashamedly dripping a milky precum which you use to give him a few timid pumps before looking to his eyes for confirmation that that is what he wants.

He groans immediately, almost sounding relieved, throwing his head back onto the back of the chair as you shyly work him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he says into the air, “You and that fuckin’ body.”

To be honest, it’s no surprise, especially when you consider how he practically didn’t take his hands off you the entire shoot, and think about the fact that in more than a few of the photos you took, his mouth was on some part of your body…

You can’t help but worry your lip between your teeth thinking about it, blinking up at him and staying silent.

“What, you scared of me or something, baby?”

Bakugo tilts his head toward yours, an eyebrow raised in question, aiming to close the gap between your faces but not quite entirely.

“No, I just…” you hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. If anyone knows how attractive Bakugo is, it’s he himself, and you definitely don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.

You also don’t want him in on the information that you’ve never been with a guy so big, alongside the fact that you’ve never been with a Pro Hero of his caliber, either, afraid that maybe he’ll mock you for your inexperience or sudden petulance, and in thinking so, you settle with a shrug, a smile, and a simple,

“I’m just nervous.”

Though your hand on his dick slows to an embarrassing stop, being that you’re too preoccupied with trying to fight the urge to shy away from his intense red eyes, his smile only returns, still cocky, still Bakugo, but nonetheless quite sweet.

And in his smile, in the way he wraps one hand around yours on his cock before leaning down to kiss you, it doesn’t take much thought to know that he’ll most definitely take care of you, big dick or not.

He’s a hero, after all, the biggest one you know.

The pictures end up being released about a month later, to which all of your friends (and almost the entirety of Japan) immediately pick up their phone to ask you about. They gush over Dynamight, telling you how lucky you are to have scored the modeling gig, to have been so up close and personal with the Dynamight himself, but you can only laugh in response.

Looking at the photos, though, you can see what they mean, as once again you are reminded of just the sheer size of him, the images doing nothing to hide the way your head doesn’t even reach his chin, or how his fingers on your waist easily dip toward your belly button in a tight squeeze.

Or the fact that in all of them, he looks at you like he’s absolutely, positively smitten.

And from the glaring, possessive look in his eyes, you are also reminded of your escapade in the dressing room, the way Bakugo smiled at you, and the large cock that will haunt your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life.

It’s honestly no wonder that, when the Dynamight himself posts a photo from the shoot on his personal page, the caption is a bold, “call me.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #yall this idea has been in my head since last week #i just want to pose next to him in his merch as he looks in the camera all s*xy or whatever #im sorry i didnt write the actual d*ck s*cking i just honestly couldnt think of what he'd say and didnt want to make u wait #and to my insecure ladies... this is definitely abt u don't worry #bakugo most def likes a lil chub #i called him and asked #and he said yes st*pid now stop calling me #also i will do my other requests i swear #i just sp*t this out and needed to finish it before it d*ed #will i ever write another fic?#l*rd knows

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rezzyromance · 3 years

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Maybe if you have the time could you do a part 2 to the heisenberg diary one? It's really cute :3

Absolutely! Ask and you shall receive!

(If you are looking for Part 1 you can find it here. Thanks.)

Part 2 Of Karl finding the readers diary

(CW: Sex) NSFW +18

Hey guys! So many of you requested for a part 2 and honestly it made my day. As someone who doesn't write smut often, I am definitely not well versed in all the different "types". That being said, I'm definitely not confident enough to tackle male on male sexual scenarios yet. I try to keep all of my stories gender neutral unless asked for differently, but I have no clue how to write gender neutral sex. With all that being said, the sex that happens in this story will present the reader as someone with female anatomy. I'm sorry if this isn't what some of you were looking for. I will be writing sexual stories in the future where the reader is male, but I'll need time. So sorry for the inconvenience and I hope this doesn't disappoint.- R

After you were sure Karl was far away from the door, you run to shut it, feeling ashamed of your secret being found out. You almost feel like you could cry out of embarrassment. You let out a sigh and begin to get dressed in the clothing he previously grabbed for you. Once you're dressed, you curl up on the bed and try to gather your thoughts and emotions. Obviously he wasn't upset about your feelings. So, does that mean he doesn't hate you or think of you any less? What does this mean for your future? Can you even look at him after this? You groan and shove your face into your pillow.

Meanwhile, he was in his workshop, grinning ear to ear. He wanted to keep teasing you, seeing how far he could push you, but at the same time he didn't want to genuinely make you uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to drive you away, especially now that he's starting to feel strange. Could he possibly be falling for you too? He ignores this thought and begins to work on a new project, a gift for you.

A few hours go by and you haven't left the bd. You hear a knock on the door and stay silent, still embarrassed about the whole situation. The door slowly opens and Karl peaks through. "Hey.. wanna talk?", he asks awkwardly. "No." "Good because I'm shit with words.", he opens the door completely and begins to walk towards you with a hand suspiciously behind his back. "Did you come in here just to fuck with me again?", you snap, sitting up and resting your back against the headboard. He smiles at your attitude and sits beside you on the bed. "Well, I'm very tempted to. But, I came here to give you this.", he moves the hand behind his back to the front, handing you a gift. It was a little metal figure of your favorite animal that he just made.

You take it into your hands and hold it, gazing upon every detail. Why would he make you something so nice? Especially after he learned how you felt? Could this be some type of confession on his part?

You hold the little metal animal close and and look up at him. He was staring at your face the whole time, analyzing your reaction. A smile slowly formed on your face and you move forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him. This caught him off guard and his mouth slightly gapes open. Positive physical contact was a foreign concept to him, but he loved it. He moves a hand and places it on your back. "Thank you so much, Karl. I love it." "No problem, Buttercup."

Your face grows so hot from the sudden new nickname that he can feel the heat radiating off of you. You pull away and he chuckles at your blushed face. "You're so easy to make flustered." he says. His words make you cross your arms and look away. "Oh shut up!", you hiss. His face doesn't change from its usual smug look. "Why don't you make me?", he hums. You snap your face towards his, shocked at his boldness. "I know you want to. In fact, I know you want a lot more than just that. You made it pretty clear in those pages. So tell me (Y/N), is it true? Do you really want me that badly?"

You feel as if you've stopped breathing. You're frozen in place, stuck in the middle of wanting to kiss him and wanting to slap him. Your silence only makes him smile bigger as he watches you grow more and more flustered. "You don't have to be shy. Though it's really cute that you are.", you watch as his gloved hand extends towards your face, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

He leans in closer, almost grazing your lips with his. His eyes are fixed on your red face, burning into your soul. "What do you want?", he hums. You can barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat. "I want you.", you finally whisper. "That's what I thought.", he grins and breaks the distance between the both of you by placing his lips to yours. You don't fight it and instead lean into it, intertwining your fingers in his hair eagerly. You feel him smile against your lips and his hand moves from your chin to your waist, causing you to flinch under his touch.

He pulls away but keeps his face close to yours. "I take it that you're not as pissed as I thought, right?", he snickers. "No I'm still pretty pissed at you." you say as you try to stifle a smile. "If that's the case then you must want me to just get up and leave you alone.", his body begins to shift away and you grip onto his coat. "Wow you're even more needy in real life than you are on paper." You tug on his coat harder, signaling for him to get closer.

He responds by taking his coat off completely and throwing it to the side. With his back now to the headboard and his legs outstretched in front of him, you crawl over to him and straddle his lap. You look at his face and begin to rub your thumb over the scar on his lip. The scar you had mentioned as your favorite. He goes to kiss your finger, but you move it away. "Aw come on. I won't bite. Even if you feel like I'm the predator to your prey.", he teases. "Shit, he really did read my diary huh.", you think to yourself. He could tell what you were thinking as your face grew more and more flushed. "Now don't get all embarrassed on me now. The fun's just getting started. After all, all you want is me, right?", he places his hands gently on your lower back, slowly lowering them towards your ass as he scans your face, making sure you're still okay. "You're quoting it like it's scripture.", you smile. "They might as well be. Good words to live by."

You smile and place your hands on his shoulders, leaning over to kiss him once again. While you were still nervous, you decided to let a little of your anxiety drift away as you grow more and more comfortable. You begin to unbuckle his pants and pull on his shirt, untucking it. He pulls away from you to help you out and completely removes his shirt, throwing it close to his coat. The kiss resumes as you fiddle with the button of his pants, finally unbottoning them.

Suddenly, he grips your waist and tosses you lightly to the side. He gets off of the bed and pulls you closer to him with your legs, causing you to squeal. An idiotic smile is plastered across his face as he unbottons your pants effortlessly. His fierce eyes had a glimmer in them that caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin. Soon, your pants are completely pulled off. He pulls your legs again, causing the lower half of your body to be dangling off the side of the bed. You wrap your legs around him and he leans down, placing messy kisses across your neck. Breathy moans leave your lips as you feel his bulge sit against your now barely clothed privates.

You look up at the sight in front of you. You could see each and every scar that laid on his skin in so much more detail than before. He watched your eyes wander around his body and felt his pride somehow grow stronger as you grew more and more flustered. With one hand, he begins to rub one of your thighs, with the other, he slides up inside your sweater and begins to fondle your breast. He made sure to show some extra attention to your nipple, using his rough and calloused fingers to play with it as you squirmed and whined. "Alright. Enough fucking around.", his hands leave your skin. All it took was a second for your body to miss his touch. Now, his hands were fondling with his pants, unbuttoning and removing them.

The sight you were met with was intimidating. You lifted your head up and swallowed anxiously. His bulge was so big you could almost see the details of his cock as it was pressed against the fabric of his boxers. The tip was peaking out from the waistline, leaking a few drops of precum. You clutch the sheets beneath you in anxious anticipation. He takes a few steps to go back to his previous position of entanglement with you. Even though he didn't have to take many steps, maybe 3 or 4 at most, he walked with a confident stride that both terrified you and brought a smile to your face.

"What's with the grin? You want me to fuck you that bad?", he moves his hands back under your sweater and begins to grope each of your breasts. You nod, too flustered and shy to verbally say yes. "Aw come on. That's all you got?", he leans forward slightly to place his hand on your throat, applying pressure to each side of your neck. "I want to hear you beg for it.", he begins to rub his bulge against your soaked panties. Your legs twitch slightly as you stumble on your words. "Pl-please...", you manage to say. "What do you want?", he squeezes harder, enough to cause your body to tense up but not enough to actually cause any harmful lack of airflow. "I want you.. to f-fuck me... please..", you say. "Good girl.", he lets go of your throat and begins to pull his boxers down to his knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel his tip graze your entrance. Suddenly, your breath hitches as your whole body is pulled towards him, causing you to take almost all of him in at once. You gasp and he looks at your face, making sure your pleasure was overpowering the pain. Once he knows for sure that you're okay, he pushes the rest of him in. With his dick now fully lubricated with your wetness, he grips your thighs and begins to pound into you.

You grip onto the sheets for dear life as you feel him stretch you. You can hear him grunting under his breath with each thrust. His movements were brutal. You felt like you could feel him in your stomach, intruding on your organs as they tied in knots. Without stopping, he leans down again to nip at the skin of your neck.

You whimper under his teeth, knowing he plans on leaving marks for you to discover later. "You like this? Is this what you fantasized?", he switches in between kissing and biting all over your neck. "Mhm", you whimper. His face moves lower, traveling to your breast. He begins to nibble at your sensitive nipple. You wrap your arms around him and respond with a loud moan as you dig your nails into his back. He winces, but enjoys the feeling.

He continues to restlessly pound into you. The air is filled with moans, whines, grunts, slurred swears, and the sound of your skin slapping against his. He moves his hand in-between your legs, placing his thumb against your clit. This simple action alone is enough to make your whole body jolt. He continues to rub it, watching and listening closely to figure out what works best on you. He sticks to whatever makes you scream the louds and grip onto him the hardest. Your body shakes beneath him as it is overstimulated with pleasure, close to reaching it's peak.

He abrupt stops and pulls out. Before you begin to complain, he makes his way onto the bed and sits up, wiggling his fingers breathlessly to signal for you. "Come here.", he says. Once you're in reaching distance, he grabs you by the arms and pulls you closer. You sit down on his cock, dying for more. You both moan, nearly harmonizing as you take in his girth. "Bounce on it. I know you want it.", he says. You do as he says and begin to bounce up and down, feeling your walls squeeze onto his hard, throbbing erection. "Aw fuck yeah.", he moans and lays his head back, closing his eyes tightly as you use him to fuck your brains out. He opens them again to look at your boobs. It's almost hypnotizing to him the way they bounce. "Aw fuck.. look at you.. so desperate to cum.", he says in-between deep, breathy moans. "Bouncing on my cock like a good little whore. Show me how much you want it.", he slaps your ass hard. You pick up the pace after gasping from his harsh hit, your ass cheek stinging from where his hand struck.

He leaned forward and began to bite on different parts of you boobs, leaving soon-to-be hickeys all over your chest. This makes your knees weak. Your legs shake as you struggle to continue to ride out your high. You could tell by the way that your insides burned and ached that you were so close to cumming, but you were even closer to running out of steam. He could see your struggles, so he decided to help out. He grips you harshly by the hips and begins to thrust upwards, slamming right into the spot you so desperately wanted to be touched. To be obliterated. You threw your head back, so filled with overwhelming passion that your moan came out completely silent. "Come on. Cum all over my dick. Just like you always wanted.", he says between gritted teeth. You tangle your fingers in his hair and begin to tug on his silver locks. While it does hurt, he loves it, and continues to pound into your sweetspot.

"F-fuck I'm gonna ...c- cu", you can't even finish your sentence before you gush beneath him. Your legs shake violently as he continues to pound into you. Soon, he cums aswell. He loosens his grip on your hips and you begin to rise off of his dick. You're so shaky that you can barely move, so he wraps one arm around your back and gently places a hand behind your head, laying your face down on his chest. "Just rest for a sec." , he says while panting. You nod and lay down as he says. You were both hot and sweaty, but your skin felt perfect against each other. After a few seconds of you both catching your breath, he raises your hips up, letting his dick fall out of you and onto him. He then lowers you back down and continues to hold you.

"So.. will you be adding a new chapter to that little book of yours tonight?", he chuckles. "...fuck off.", he smiles at your response and places a kiss on your head. "Will things... be different between us now that you know?", you ask, nervous about how he'll react. "Well.. I think they will. But if we get to do this more often then I don't mind." You then hold each other for what feels like forever. Melting into each other and your newly mutual feelings.

#re8 #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg headcanon #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenburg #karl heisenberg smut

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pinkandblueblurbs · 3 years

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Hiya my love, I hope you don't mind that it is me again! I'm in love with the last request you did for me, it was perfection. I was wondering if I may request something new? I was thinking of something where the reader and Remus start getting intimate or something, and then Remus just kind of falls apart because he's embarrassed of his scars and it turns into reader comforting him and she shows him things she is insecure about, and it gets all emotional and fluffy?

Hello again bby! I love your requests, thank you so much for sending in another. This makes me 🥺🥺🥺 I hope i did it justice. I’m a bit on the thicc side, so a lot of the insecurities I know/have relate to that, and those are what I gave the reader. I do, however, think that they’re insecurities lots of girls have, so the reader doesn’t necessarily have to be plus sized <3

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader, mild angst/insecurity, fluff (slightly implied plus size reader)

You’re making out with Remus, stumbling towards his bed as you do. Your shirt has been discarded on the floor somewhere behind you. Remus’s hands are resting gently on your hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth slowly.

The kiss isn’t quite fast or rough, but it’s heated. It’s certainly the most heated kiss the two of you had ever shared. You reach for the buttons of Remus’s shirt, but strong grips on your wrists stop you in your tracks. You pull away, looking up at Remus with concern.

“What’s the matter?” You ask softly, eyes searching his. He looks down, still gripping your wrists but loosely now. “I-if you don’t want to... it’s fine. We don’t have to do anything.” You attempt to keep your voice neutral, trying to mask the surge of nerves and insecurities flooding your mind at the thought that Remus doesn’t want to get intimate with you.

“I want to, I do. It’s just....” he glances into your eyes briefly before settling his gaze on your hands again. “I’m not sure you will.”

“I do, Rem” you pull your hand from his grasp and tilt his chin up, eyes meeting his with confusion. “I would have said to stop if-“

“I mean, I don’t know of you’ll want to once you see me.” He murmurs, voice barely loud enough to be heard. You feel a pang in your chest, and you’re positive your heart’s burst into a million pieces.

“Remus, I love you. You know that. Every bit of you.”

“You say that, but you haven’t seen every bit of me.”

“Do you doubt you love every bit of me?” You ask. He narrows his eyes, incredulous.

“No, never, of course not.” his voice is firm and sure. You smile, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

“Exactly. That’s how I feel about you.” He sighs, eyes flitting downwards once again.

“It’s different, y/n.”

“Why? Because you have scars? I know that, Remus, and I don’t mind at all.” You say it as genuinely as you can, wanting him to know it’s true. But you’re met with silence. You bite your lip in thought for a moment, before you have an idea.

You pull away from him gently, taking a couple steps back, and pull down your skirt. You run your hands down your body to grip your thighs, and give them a little jiggle.

“I don’t like my thighs. I think they’re too jiggly, and lumpy, and they get a little bulge when I wear knee high socks.” You say softly, looking up from your legs to Remus’s face. He looks up too, breath hitching in his throat.

“They’re gorgeous, y/n.” His voice sounds awed as he rakes his eyes down your body, admiring you. Your heart swells at his compliment. You smile, stepping towards him again, and pushing him back gently till he’s sitting on the bed. He runs his fingertips up and down your thighs, still looking at them in wonder.

“So are your scars.” He looks up at you, doubt evident on his face. You give him a reassuring smile, then look down and rub your thumbs on the newly exposed skin of your stomach.

“I don’t like my stomach, either. It’s too big and squishy...I’m jealous of the girls who have small, muscled stomachs.” You tell him slowly, struggling slightly to speak so honestly. His eyes flash up to yours, shocked at your admittance.

“What? It’s lovely.” He murmurs, bringing his hands up to smooth over it tenderly. “It’s so soft and warm. Makes me want to snuggle up with you.” He’s looking at your stomach like it’s his favorite thing in the world, and you have to blink back tears.

“Thank you.” you whisper, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. You exhale shakily before speaking again.

“Those things... they make me feel like shit sometimes, they really do. I see them as major flaws. But you love them, because you love me. And I promise you that’s exactly how I feel about your scars.” You tilt his chin up again, forcing him to look at you. “I love your scars Remus, just like I love everything else about you.” You give him a small smile, tears welling in your eyes at the emotionally charged moment.

“I just... they remind me what I am. They remind me that I can’t escape it.” He mumbles, his own eyes glistening with tears.

“You are a kind, caring man Remus. That’s all that matters.” You assure him. A tear escapes his eye and rolls down his cheek.

“Merlin, how did I get so lucky?” He murmurs, cupping your face. You smile.

“I know, I am pretty great. But you deserve me, promise.” You respond lightheartedly. A small smile tugs at his lips, and you’re thrilled to see it.

“Can I see you, Rem? We don’t have to do anything else, but I’d love to see you.” You say softly. There’s a brief pause before he nods, removing his hands from your face and hip. He brings them to the buttons on his shirt and begins to undo them one by one.

You watch intently as he reveals a lean, toned chest, littered with scars of varying lengths and age. You slowly move your hand towards him, giving him time to argue or move away, but he doesn’t. You gently splay your hand over his chest, between his subtle pecs. It’s firm with muscle, and his skin is comfortingly warm. You smile.

“Pardon my overtness, but you’re fucking sexy, Remus.” You let out breathily, tearing your eyes away from his attractive body to land on his face. He’s looking at you like you’re mad.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You’re lean, and strong, and warm.” You place your second hand on him, running them up and down his exposed skin.

“Even with the scars?” He’s still terribly unsure, unable to believe that you truly feel this way. But he can’t deny the genuineness in your voice.

“Especially with them. They remind me you’re resilient, that you’re a survivor. I love them,” you smile, looking back up at him “I knew I would.”

He’s crying now, silent tears falling down his cheeks. He cups your face, pulling it to his and connecting your lips. When he pulls away, looking at you with all the love in the world, he speaks.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

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