#darksiders fluff

[theanimekid]

War's Kindle Winters

Synopsis: War spends his first winter with you in your grandfather's cottage

Warnings: fluff, sleeping, laziness, heavy snowfall, cuddles, Soft! War

A/n: I did it for the sake of curiosity. And I'm a little proud tbh

*Flashback*

The snow had fallen to the earth, the trees were covered in a blanket of white, and little snowflakes danced in the cold air like ballerinas. You stood in the middle of the forest, A faint winter coat, gloves, snow boots, a case of arrows on your back, and your bow in hand. A deer wandered into your vision sniffing at the frozen ground, you let out a tiny sigh as smoke left your mouth, You grabbed the arrow, raised your bow at the deer, and pulled the string along with the arrow. You let go of the arrow as it flew in the air and shot at the deer's neck. The deer stumbled to the ground. You raced over to see that the deer is dead.

A dark shadow stood behind you in a menacing way, you turned around to see a demon in a dark cloak with red horns in the show. You smiled calmly knowing that it was just your grandfather, who you called since he didn’t tell you his real name. He looked around the area the sound of howling and growling filled the snowy grounds. He held out his hand, “Come now, we must head home before it gets dark.” “ Yes, Grandpa.” You answered sweetly as you dragged the dead deer with one hand and the other holding his. The two of you walked together back into your cottage in the mountain of winter.

***

It's been 25 years since then... 25 long years.

The sound of crunching snow and hooves echoed the first You and War rode side by side as you both trotted in the snow, you came to a stop at a familiar tree with a gash mark on it. You're close. " Come on, we're almost there," You said as you rode your horse past the marked tree, War soon followed you. The winds sang lowly as the flakes of snow danced in the earth. War has been by your side since he first met in The Crossroads, alone, your instincts heightened, and weapons ready at your side. He was utterly shocked to see a human wandering the dead earth for a century. Now, he's riding with you in a forest, following your lead. " It's here... after all these years it's still standing." You spoke to yourself as you stood before you the cottage in the mountain, it's like nothing changed nor touched since you left.

War went beside you as you looked at the wooden home with a little perplexity and a bit of sadness like you were here with someone before. Got off your horse, and you led her to the small stable house. War and Ruin watched you curiously as you locked up the gate in front of her horse. She walked into the buried snow towards her cottage.

War soon followed, his giant footsteps echoed through the dark room, with one swift of flame magic you first lit the empty fireplace. The fireplace blazed but soon calmed down, dancing like one small but giant light, you sighed as took off your armor and fur and lay on the small long desk. You turned to see War carefully observing since you walked in You offered your hand to him, " Come now get comfortable, we'll be here for a while. " He stared at you curiously and a little shockingly, no one in all his years of existence has ever shown this type of... feeling of genuine kindness and acceptance. He took off his armor piece by piece, except for his sword, he keeps it at all times. He followed you inside your home, and you stopped in the middle of the living room. " Wait here, I'll be right back,""You requested, as you hurriedly rushed upstairs to get him some clothes that can fit his muscular build. You came back down, with a checkered sleeve shirt and decant pants, you gave him the clothes and shoes him the way to the bathroom.

It was War's first winter with you in your grandfather's cozy cottage. As the snow fell heavily outside, the two of you huddled together inside, enjoying each other's company. War had never experienced anything like this before, and he was fascinated by the warmth of the fire and the softness of the blankets. As the days went by, War found himself becoming more and more relaxed around you. He had always been a warrior, always on the move, always ready for battle. But with you, he didn't feel the need to be constantly vigilant. He could let his guard down and just be himself.

One lazy afternoon, as the snow continued to fall outside, War found himself dozing off on the couch. You were curled up beside him, your head resting on his chest. He could feel your breaths against his skin, and he felt a sense of peace that he had never known before. As he drifted off to sleep, he found himself wondering how he had ever lived without you. You were his rock, his shelter from the storm. And he was grateful to have you in his life.

The rest of the winter passed in a blur of lazy days and cozy nights. War and you spent hours talking, laughing, and cuddling together. And as the snow melted away and spring began to bloom, War knew that he would always treasure his memories of that first winter with you in your grandfather's cottage. For War, it was a time of growth, of learning to let go of his fears and embrace the warmth of love. And he knew that he had you to thank for that. You had shown him a side of himself that he had never known before, and he was forever grateful.

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[imagine-darksiders]

In Eden's Heir, Strife's crush comes out in full when he goes into his Anarchy form.

#darksiders #darksiders genesis #War #Strife #Reader #Y/n #Doodles #monster x reader #fluff #Big deadly golden retriever energy #Bride Reader

[eoieopda]

interlude: sundown (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x reader summary: as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives. au: darksided (masterlist), established relationship type: drabble | smut + fluff word count: 1.9k rating: 18+ cw: pov switch, min yoongi gets pegged 🙌🏻, afab!reader, needy & subby yoongi, v soft dom!reader, praise kink unlocked!!, anal fingering, sex w/ strap on, k*ss*ng (eek!) a/n 1: you thought i’d get through a(u)gust without a yoongi fic? pleaaaaase. this is part of the darksided series, so i recommend checking out the other installments first, just so you have all the context. this can be read as a stand-alone drabble, though! this one takes place after blindsided, btw. a/n 2: i don’t spend much time talkin’ ‘bout prep due to the word limit, but it is both implied & v important. be safe! 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

You can’t say what came over you. It wasn’t a conscious decision, you know that much. The only explanation you can fall back on is that the feral part of your brain simply took over, and your inner construction worker popped out to say hello — but that’s not entirely accurate.

In reality, it was less of a greeting and more of a “Damn, baby! That ass.”

Mere meters away, your boyfriend is bent over the bookshelf he’s been working hard to assemble — a task you were politely banished from executing, not thirty minutes ago. When he finally registers what you just blurted out, he stands back up to his full height and glances over his shoulder at you. His expression lands somewhere between bewildered and tickled fucking pink.

“Did you just catcall me?”

“I — I think…” You’re more shocked than he is, it seems. Blinking slowly doesn’t help you process your actions any quicker, so you give up and grimace through your admission. “I might have?”

Of the two of you, it’s Yoongi that truly has all the audacity in the world. After setting his screwdriver down onto the coffee table, he crosses his arms loosely over his chest and bites back a smug grin.

“You think you know a person after seven entire years of dating,” he tuts. “Then, they turn around and harass you — in your own home, no less.” Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he shakes his head and sighs, “Life comes at you fast.”

For a second, all you can do is stare at him with your incredulous mouth halfway open. It’s the most that anyone should expect from you at a time like this, when he’s looking at you like that — characteristically semi-flustered, and still so unshakably self-assured. With narrowed eyes, you opt to hone in on the former.

“You’re out here smuggling cake in broad daylight — looking downright bite-worthy —”

Peeling yourself off the couch, you cross over to him with your hands raised defensively. When you reach him, you plant those same hands on your hips and heave an exasperated sigh.

“What was I supposed to do? Pretend otherwise?”

Yoongi arches an eyebrow but says nothing, simply aiming his flat-lined smile your way. All it takes is your slow, expectant blinking for him to take the hint. Just like that, you fall into a well-practiced routine: him opening up to pull you into his chest, you lacing your arms around his waist, his chin resting gently against the top of your head.

And even though you haven’t left the house all day, this is the first moment that truly feels like home. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s —

“Bite-worthy, huh?” 

You can’t see his smirk, but you can hear it. 

“Surely, this is not the first time this is being brought to your attention.”

“It’s not,” Yoongi concedes. His low chuckle tickles every vertebrae on its way down your spine. The tingling only intensifies when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “I just haven’t heard it from you before. You’re behind the curve, so to speak.”

You pause for two reasons: the subtle genius of his phrasing and the new bit of trivia he seems to be alluding to. Is he — ?

“You’ve pegged?” You ask, glancing curiously up at him. 

The answer wouldn’t surprise you one way or another. More than anything, you’re impressed that the two of you still find things to learn about each other. That you can spend the better part of a decade with someone, side-by-side, and never run out of new conversations to have.

When he tilts his chin to look down at you, his expression is a perfect mirror of yours.

“You haven’t?”

Yoongi’s head crashes back against the pillows before his sigh can slip fully from his mouth. The impact seems to knock it loose; it floats away, above your bowed head. The sound gets lost somewhere underneath that of your open-mouthed kisses trailing so fucking softly across the bare skin of his chest. 

If his heart stops with every flick of your tongue over one of his nipples, you resuscitate him just as quickly with praise.

Apparently, being told he’s beautiful has the same physiological effect on him as a shot of epinephrine.

“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi groans from deep in his chest when your mouth ventures far enough to kiss the tip of his cock. That action is fairly chaste, all things considered, but the way his pre-cum shines like gloss on your lips is beyond obscene. 

You smile with your eyes alone as you take him into your mouth — and you think he’s beautiful? 

He can’t think of a single prettier sight than you and your fluttering lashes, looking up at him like he’s the one that hung the stars in the sky. Ridiculous. It’s him that frays a little further at the edges with every glance down at you.

Pulling away with a lewd pop, you murmur, “You can be more vocal than that, can’t you, baby?”

Oh, god. 

The smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart leap and his cock twitch. Untouched, it jumps and re-settles against his abdomen.

“Yes.” He fires off his response like a bullet at point-blank range, and you chuckle quietly at his eagerness. Breathless already, he amends, “Fuck yes.”

One eyebrow arches just enough to indicate that you expect a more detailed response. He should know better by now, shouldn’t he? He’s teased you this way a thousand times before, and it’s about time that he tastes his own medicine. Acknowledging that fact, he stoops to begging.

“Please. I want you to fuck me open with your fingers.”

Nodding appreciatively, you trace your finger along the underside of his shaft and leave him on the brink of losing his goddamn mind. He’d gladly let you drive him insane this way, but you take that hand away and gesture for him to turn over. As you do, you hum, “And I want to see you on your knees, love.”

Yoongi takes your instructions and runs with them, barely careful enough to avoid knocking you backwards off the bed in the process. He settles on his knees, then looks back over his shoulder just in time to watch you pop the cap off the bottle of lube.

You look nervous, though you try to hide it. He’s no stranger to that worried crease between your eyebrows; and he can’t help the downward curve of his mouth when he sees it.

There’s never been — and will never be — a person he trusts more than you. Careful, perfect, sweet. You couldn’t hurt him even if you tried, and he knows without question that you never would. You, however, seem less sure of that.

Yoongi has to twist back around to do it, but he cradles your jaw in his hands and kisses you deep, with everything he has. 

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours a second time. It carries more meaning than that; he suspects you hear each one.

I trust you.

It’s okay.

Already reassured, you whisper back to him with darkening eyes, “Elbows on the mattress, then, Min Yoongi.”

To say that he collapses against the comforter would be an understatement. He’s certifiably boneless the second your fingertips trace down the length of his spine, though his hunger for your touch starts him shivering.

“Relax, sweet thing,” you tell him. To encourage him, you lean forward and press your lips to the small of his back; instantly, you soothe the tension his body holds as if you’ve flipped a switch. It’s automatic, just like the low groan he emits when you murmur, “Good boy.”

The quiet that follows is ultimately interrupted by the faint slosh of liquid. He has to beg himself not to clench at the mere thought of your slicked fingers, so he instead lets his mouth fall open when he feels them glide over his rim. Needier than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life, Yoongi whimpers. 

It’s a pathetic little sound, but he doesn’t dare to try and swallow it down. He’ll give you everything; every pleading sigh and shuddered moan, all of it.

And — as a courtesy — he’ll refrain from calling you a liar because there is no fucking way that you haven’t done this before.

It’s simply unbelievable with how expertly you navigate the intricacies of his body, applying perfect pressure where he craves it. With the way you translate his incoherent whining to a plea for more, giving him exactly what he wants.

Two fingers deep, you tease, “So greedy, aren’t you baby?” 

But there’s no harshness to your tone, so soft around the edges. In fact, your little snicker suggests that you’re impressed. It takes all he has not to cum at the sound alone.

“Just for you — ” He responds through gritted teeth, blissed-out eyes squeezing shut. “— F-fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”

When you slip away from him, he proves your point, whining petulantly. You soothe him with an affectionate squeeze to his ass cheek, chuckling all the while. “Should we fix that, then?”

Yoongi has no idea what words he slurs in an attempt to answer that question, but he hopes he tells you how badly he craves your cock. He must, he figures, because he hears the telltale glide of the nightstand’s top drawer when you pull it open.

His head lifts from the blankets below to catch a glimpse of you settling the harness over your hips. For a moment, he forgets when, where, and who he is. The only reality he can currently comprehend is the one in which you’re running your fist down black silicone as if it’s a part of you, spreading slick from a bottle. 

But then you disappear from his line of sight, leaving him disoriented. He misses you already.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look on your knees.”

The mattress dips under your weight, signaling to him that you’ve settled behind him once again. You tap the length of the dildo against his skin, prompting him to groan. Still teasing, you ask, “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, angel?”

Shit, shit, shit. 

Yoongi feels the tip hovering near his hole and he can’t keep his racing heart in check, so desperate that he’s practically vibrating. Your next words pull him further apart; they sound especially filthy in your light, almost reverent tone.

“Show me how well you can take me.”

He plans to do just that.

Slowly pushing back against you, Yoongi sinks down your length until that indescribable fullness leaves him starry-eyed and keening. After a few measured breaths, the ache subsides and gives way to pure pleasure.

Your praise is gentle, though the effect it has on him is earth-shattering. “Just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

Withdrawing, he leans forward onto his elbows just to repeat the motion, losing himself more and more with every pass.

“Shit,” he hiccups, head drooping so that his forehead meets his forearms.

He only grows more eager when your hands claim his hips. You guide his body back to yours every time he leaves; whispering little wishes that he fuck himself the way you swear he deserves. 

You must hear his ragged breaths over the clap of his skin against yours and sense that he’s close because you hum, “Sweet thing. Are you going to make yourself cum?”

Yoongi shakes his head fervently, although not for the reason you might think.

“Want you to,” he begs on an exhale. “Please, make me cum. N-need you deeper.” 

Small hands flatten against his shoulder blades and press him further down against the bed. With fists full of the sheets, Yoongi gives you a desperate nod, signaling you to take over. 

And you do — without the hesitation he saw in you earlier, proving for the millionth time that you know exactly how to make him fall apart.

And he does — with a cry, so delirious and fucked out that he goes boneless underneath you.

When his body eventually stops trembling, Yoongi feels you pull out of him. He hears the quiet click as you unfasten the harness. Shortly after, his senses are overwhelmed with the warmth of your body coming down gently to cover his, warding off the emptiness that started to settle in your absence.

“You’re perfect.” You mumble with lips pressed to his sweat-slicked neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Funnily enough, he was just thinking the same thing about you.

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[darksiders-scenarios]

Imagine Soft Horsemen

Strife's Secret Talent: Strife has a hidden talent for music, playing an ancient guitar-like instrument, and the emotional songs he composes in his downtime.

Death's Soft Side: Death has a secret garden where he cultivates rare plants that don't exist anywhere else, showing a nurturing side only a select few are privileged to see.

War's Quiet Hobby: War, known for his strength and battle prowess, has a less known hobby of crafting intricate miniatures of the realms and battles he has witnessed, a quiet reflection of his experiences.

Fury's Animal Companion: Beyond her steed, Fury forms an unexpected bond with a small, mythical creature she rescues, showcasing her compassion beneath her fierce exterior.

#darksiders #war #strife #fury #death #darksiders-scenarios #i need fluff

[moodymisty]

Was trying to doodle something, but it didn't come out right. So here, have it in writing form instead. Forgib any spelling mistakes or whatnot, it's quick and dirty.

No warnings, just comforting fluff with War.

Strife paces around three or so meters from War, watching intently as the youngest horsemen sits firmly idle. He's been getting quite sick of Strife's incessant pacing, and looks at at him with a heavy set glare when he comes closer again. Strife is talking a bluestreak within moments.

"Come on man, I promise I won't even wake her up you just gotta m-"

After what has felt like hours to Strife, War finally speaks up in a hushed tone. His brow is even more furrowed than usual.

"Cease your incessant yaping," He hisses the rest of his sentence. "You will wake her."

Strife clenches his hands and resists the urge to groan dramatically. Meanwhile you adjust in War's lap, slotted comfortable against his chest as you sleep. They don't quite know if something had upset you, or hurt you in some way, but for now, you seemed to have calmed enough to fall asleep.

And much to Strife's dismay, you'd done so on his younger brother and not him; Despite War being the stuffy no nonsense, no emotion Horsemen. Why you'd want anything to do with Horsemen of no fun allowed is beyond him.

Though War has apparently taken his new duty as massive Nephilim heater and bed combination quite seriously, if his cape being wrapped firmly around your shoulders has any indicator. His right hand rests on your upper back, as your head lays against his chest. His chin just barely brushes against the top of your head. Your hands gently grip him, long strands of white hair weaving between your small fingers.

He has a small- at least compared to him- human on his lap snuggling him, and the Nephilim still has the same stern, grumpy face he always does.

"Find something else to entertain yourself." Strife glares at the red rider.

"Weren't you the one who was all 'why are you wasting your time with humans' not long ago?"

War slowly pulls one arm away from you, and begins reaching for Chaoseater, which is laid centimeters away against the wall. Strife backs up and raises his hands.

"Fine fine! I'll go."

Finally having managed to chase the gunslinger away, War looks down at you to confirm you are indeed still asleep.

Not a peep from you. Just the gentle whistling of your breaths.

His hand gently rests back on your shoulderblades, and you shift a little bit into him.

War's never been good at emotions. So when you wake up, he'll be hard pressed to say more than a few words about this. If someone hurt you? He can just threaten them, that's easy. Anything else, not so much. But if this helps you, he doesn't mind being weighed down for a bit.

#needed some fluff to deal with an absolute shitter of a day so this is it #war x reader #darksiders war x reader #Darksiders/Reader #darksiders x reader #darksiders x you #Darksiders War/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[doodlesdreaming]

Morning warmups with horsemen and human.

#darksiders #darksiders death #darksiders war #darksiders fury #darksiders strife #darksiders oc #ava #four horsemen of the apocalypse #rough sketch #sketches #headcanons #random thoughts #gothic fantasy #vent art #fluff #digital art #fanart #my art #video games #artists on tumblr #been awake since 3:30 thanks to an earthquake #and I needed some fluff

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

Girl help im getting the urge to write fanfiction again, girl help it wont let me sleep, girl hel--

#--its fluff #fr tho i haven't written in such a long time #i feel like im being pulled into the darkside #maybe just one one shot?? #no i wouldnt be able to stop myself #but-- #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #netflix #hannibal netflix #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #murder husbands #renew hannibal #revive hannibal #hannibal crack

[scarletknightreterns]

Anger (1/??)

A mini comic of sorts that popped into my head.

Someone pissed Cinder off (which is very HARD to do) and Death knows that what happens when she’s pissed off is not a good thing. But he also knows how to get her to snap out of it— him grabbing her arms is actually a lot more gentle then his sharp words might imply. :333

#darksiders oc #darksiders #Death #angst #fluff #comic #he cares about her

[furiousqueenmarmaroth]

How They Say “I Missed You”

((Not me coming back to this hellscape of a website after months and wondering if these guys miss people.))

Death: He has to deny that he misses you, which is something he’s very good at. It makes him feel lonely, which makes him unfocused, and unfocused necromancers have a way of ruining everyone’s day. His “I missed you” is when he reaches over to gently brush your leg, to check if you’re still there. If his hand is met with nothing, there’s a flash of panic in his eyes as he searches the room to see where he may have misplaced you this time.

Fury: Her “I missed you” is in the huffy way she cuddles you when you get home. She doesn’t like being left behind. She can do things. It hurts that you felt she couldn’t help you on this trip. On the off chance that you took one of her brothers instead of her, be prepared to not be spoken to for a hefty length of time (she’ll still take those cuddles). She really did miss you, though, just invite her next time so she doesn’t have to worry that you fell face first onto a spike or something equally as human.

Strife: His “I missed you” is explosive. He’s the only one of the Four that checks in on a regular basis and makes sure you know he notices your absence. Humans don’t have much time, so he’s not going to waste it pretending he doesn’t miss looking at your face.

War: “[Y/N] will be back.” He says it often, free from any shadow resembling a doubt. Unlike the others, he haunts your favorite places to feel a little closer to you, because there’s no question that you’ll be back in them soon enough.

Bonus:

Azrael: “Welcome home.” It’s simple but genuine. He doesn’t move your things, but rather just cleans around them and dusts over them: your book is still on the nightstand, your shirt is still on the ground, your side of the bed is still unmade. He cleans them once you’re back, of course.

#darksiders #death #fury #strife #war #azrael #fluff #imagine #shitpost #headcanon #horsemen missing things #and azrael #death x reader #fury x reader #strife x reader #war x reader #azrael x reader

[sidwilsonsbitch]

Sid Au Ships

Firedoll - Fireball/Babydoll

Bomb Trio - Bullet/Ace/Roper

Moving Parts - Dj Starscream/S1d (platonic)

Princess and the Snake - V/Fae

Fluff duo - Bug/Bubbs (platonic)

Danger Zone - Ratboy/0

Darkside - Sidney/Daemon

Bubbles and Blood Sib/Count/Goat

#firedoll #bomb tio #moving parts #princess and the snake #fluff duo #danger zone #darkside #bubbles and blood #sid aus #aus #sid wilson #sidney my love ♡ #mermaid! sid (sib) #imp! sid (goat) #vampire! sid (count) #jedi! sid (sidney) #demon! sid (Daemon) #motorcyclist! sid (ratboy) #killer! sid (0) #alien! sid (bug) #caregiver! sid (bubbs) #faerie! sid (fae) #snake! sid (v) #transformer! sid (dj starscream) #robot! sid (s1d) #soldier! sid (bullet) #pirate! sid (ace) #cowboy! sid (roper) #ghoul! sid (fireball) #marionette! sid (babydoll)

[assortedvillainvault]

Hello, Chance anon here! When you have a minute, I’d like some Darksiders fluff, please. You can choose who to write for! Thank you!

Heya Chance! You're a diamond and ily, I'm on the coach to Italy as I write this but will schedule for later in the week to post due to predictably bad internet while on the move.

Fuck yea fluff time.

Vulgrim

Vulgrim can sniff out a gap in the market like nobody's business.

With Earth shattered, basic amenities scarce and the entire remaining human population in one place (the Maker Tree) he has a prime opportunity that his target market simply cannot refuse...

"Vulgrim how the fuck do you know what a spa day is?"

"Hush little mortal or I'll remove your discount. Now, skin detox or pedicure first?"

He huffs in mock affront at your surprise that he actually knows what he's offering. He can't uphold his mercantile reputation without doing research first you know! He's working on a Hellish equivalent to sell to the higher ranking demons.

Pretty soon the entire tree is scrubbing away the grime and stress of the apocalypse. The payment was a promise from Ulthane not to paste him via hammer from across the tree if someone wants to make conversation.

You somehow manage to get him to join in, much to the Makers disdain.

He's adding horn polishing to the HellSpa package - your little hands feel divine, he's tempted to steal you again.

Chancellor

There's very few things that will cause the Chancellor to break his foul mood.

But by now you've got grumpy ghoul wrangling down to a science.

You call it a diplomatic meeting. It's a picnic with wine, bitching and the Undying lands only book club.

It's customary for you to slide a new volume to him and for him to return at the next meeting, book finished and Full of Opinions.

He loves quasi historical political intrigue. He will sputter and shout if you make a comment about how it's the ones with bad romantic clichés and cringy sex scenes that he devours the fastest.

One of these days you'll sneak a portable movie player into the keep and then you'll have to sit through a 10hour rant on the implausibility of Game of Thrones - no DON'T pause it he's not finished yet.

If you get him anything to keep instead of borrow he might actually thank you. Then he'll swear you to secrecy in a blind panic because nobody can know he's not entirely an unmitigated pain in the neck.

Wicked Killington

Did someone say DANCE PRACTICE??!

This man is ready to tango, foxtrot and cha cha at a moment's notice. Don't know how? He'd be delighted to teach you!

It doesn't matter if you're travelling with Death himself, you're being stolen for a jig amongst the rubble. Where is the music coming from? Don't ask.

He's got a gramophone in his Hat. This is never mentioned or brought up again.

He's surprisingly patient and full of encouragement.

Fucking body slams a trauma through a building when it dares interrupt you both. You're eyeing that cane like it's a tactical warhead now.

"The GALL! Honestly my dear these demons- can't even give them the time of day! Now, where were we? A-one, a-two-"

He might be insane, undead and potentially cursed, but he's nothing but a gent and the safest place in the city is probably by his side.

#thalassa responds #darksiders #darksiders 2 #chance coming in with the fluff requests this was lovely #thank you for the ask! #chancellor #wicked k #Vulgrim

[spi11edink]

Inktober Day 11: Light

So I skipped ahead (because I can and probably won’t have time to do this on the actual day because college is  s w a m p i n g  me) and drew my fav angel boi Azrael. The prompt I used was from @imagine-darksiders. You should check their stuff out, it’s super good! 

Hope you enjoy the picture!

#inktober #inktober prompt #digital art #angel #darksiders #azrael #darksiders azrael #why are wings so effing hard to draw #like they took me over half the time i spent on this trying to get them right #like fuck dude #also fuck drawing hands #they're a nightmare #*to Azrael* #soft kitty warm kitty #little ball of fluff #etc etc

[imagine-darksiders]

Human [exists]

Death: Carryable little beast, aren't you?

Get scruffed idiot.

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #chwh #cold hands warm heart #death x reader #fluff #doodles #my art #drawing #sketch

[eoieopda]

interlude: sunrise (myg)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader | Darksided AU Type: “Morning After” Drabble // Fluff Word Count: .9K Summary: Two years after your first night with Min Yoongi, you wake up next to him in a Parisian hotel. CW: Brief acknowledgement of nudity; Yoongi’s morning voice; devils, tricks, and the prospect of crepes. A/N: Surprise 🥳 This is a drabble that takes place between the events of Foresight and Darksided! A lil snippet of their anniversary trip to Paris (2018,) which is referenced in Blindsided. Just because, you know, I missed these two terribly 🥲

You woke up in exactly the same condition in which you fell asleep: naked, with an exhausted Min Yoongi mumbling through sleep with his cheek smushed against your shoulder and his equally bare body radiating warmth.

His imitation was so spot-on that you had to do a double-take when you saw the sun — the real sun — making itself known through the glass door of the balcony. As it rose, it backlit the Eiffel Tower not far off, leaving a staggering shadow to stand between your hotel and the break of a new day.

With a contented sigh, you melted back into the mattress and wondered how much convincing it would take to keep Yoongi in that bed with you all day. You had grand plans to ingest every carbohydrate you encountered on the Champs-Élysées; but no mille-feuille could ever be sweeter than this. And though it certainly wasn’t home in a literal sense, it sure as hell felt like it, tangled up with your love in soft, white sheets.

Cutting through comfortable silence, Yoongi muttered something unintelligible and startled himself awake. He jolted, eyes still hazy with sleep as he blinked rapidly up at you. The second he registered your startled face so near to his, you felt the tension leave his body. Just as quickly, he melted back into a puddle, collecting near your collarbone.

“Early,” he mumbled through lips too tired for movement. Of course, he wasn’t wrong in his observation. It was early — offensively so — but your giddy heart was already running marathons at the heavy warmth of Yoongi’s morning drawl.

This was, perhaps, your favorite flavor of his voice; molasses slow and ocean deep. Dawn be damned, you were suddenly wide awake.

Whatever Yoongi said next in that perfect, husky tone was unintelligible. In fact, if you hadn’t felt the column of his throat vibrating against your shoulder, you might not have registered speech at all. Suddenly flustered and beyond fond, you tilted your head to glance down towards his face.

His delicate features were half-buried in your hair as it lay strewn about your pillow, but you still caught the crinkle forming above his closed eyes, between his brows. Pensive, he was concentrating deeply like it took all the effort in the world to repeat himself:

“Gonna be a blizzard.”

You pulled your heart eyes away long enough to look back outside. Finding pink dahlias thriving in the late-August air, you had to wonder if Yoongi was sleep-talking; or worse, sun-downing before it’d even had the chance to finish rising.

Umm…

Both theories went out the window when he shifted a little closer, moved the arm draped over your stomach a little further across, and ran the side of his thumb slowly back and forth along the curve of your waist.

So, you’re awake, but I might be dreaming.

That’s when it clicked. You pursed your lips for a moment to fight off a grin; you failed in an instant.

“Oh, that’s right,” you sighed, laying it on thick. You pressed the palm not hidden underneath his pillow to your forehead, “The weatherman did say to expect a half a meter of snow —”

“— and black ice,” Yoongi interjected. Then, he moved just enough to place a kiss at the side of your neck. He kept his lips there long after the tension in them faded out. You suspected that this was a choice and not simply sleepiness that left him motionless.

His breath tickled when he continued his mumbling, “Big wind, too. Just, like, so much wind.”

You were a second away from exploding into giggles, so you pinched your bottom lip between your teeth. You nodded solemnly in agreement, “The most wind. Far too dangerous to go outside today, I fear.”

“Too bad,” Yoongi offered, though he sounded far from displeased.

The tip of his nose chilled the underside of your jaw when he nudged it against your unsuspecting skin; and it, in turn, nudged a tiny peep out of your otherwise locked lips. When he kissed your neck again, his smile was palpable. You shivered when the hand massaging your side switched targets.

His palm was a whisper up your forearm, over your elbow, ghosting beyond your bicep. Yoongi put his weight onto his elbow just in time for his hand to cup your cheek. You followed his lead and turned your face inward as he sat further upright. Blissed, your eyes drifted shut as he leaned in to kiss you properly.

Perfectly, pillowy soft — so inviting that you had to swallow a petulant little whine when he pulled away too soon.

This time, it was your cheek on the receiving end of his thumb’s delicate brush; reflexively blushing cherry blossom pink when his twinkling, half-lidded eyes fixated on your face with all the love in the world.

“Jagi,” he started with a whisper. 

With that thoughtful crease returning to the space between his eyebrows, your sprinting heart picked up its pace. If your pulse hammered any louder, the guests in the room next door might’ve called over to complain.

You swallowed, anticipated, “Yes, love?”

He paused before he spoke again as if whatever he said next required bravery he had to summon first. He inhaled deeply. You, on the other hand, were breathless. Time stopped and started over in every second that passed while you awaited his impending question.

“Do you think room service will respond this early?”

They may not have heard your heartbeat next door, but you’d venture a guess that every person in that hotel heard Yoongi’s surprised yelp when you uprooted yourself from underneath him. If they hadn’t, they certainly should’ve noted your growl when overtook him, slinging your leg over him until you had him pinned.

Head caged in between your arms, Yoongi blinked up at you with feigned innocence lighting up his irises, “What? You love crepes!”

“You’re so mean,” you whined, earning a smirk from the trickster beneath you. Your exaggerated pout was supported by every muscle in your face. “Devils like you don’t get crepes!”

His abdominal muscles tensed underneath the weight of your body when he sat up slightly just to kiss you again. As he did, he muttered against your lips, “They do, though —” 

Then he kissed you again. 

“— and the girl —” 

And again. 

“— all in due time.”

#jade’s drabbles #myg #bts #min yoongi #yoongi #bts drabble #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts scenarios #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi imagine #yoongi scenarios #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #re: darksided #re: blindsided #re: foresight #re: interlude sunrise #trashlibrary #jade writes

[darksiders-scenarios]

Imagine...

...each Horseman forging a distinct bond to the ancient cultures of vanished civilisations through their unique hobbies.

Death nurtures a garden with plants from realms long forgotten, known and unknown, embodying his deeper role as a guardian of life despite his duty as its harbinger.

War dedicates himself to preserving the lost martial arts of these vanished worlds, practicing under the moonlight to keep their legacies alive.

Strife revives the echoes of ancient worlds through their music and…

…Fury expresses their stories and emotions through the fluid movements of ceremonial dance, honouring the memory of worlds that once were.

Now imagine them uniting their unique gifts.

Strife's ancient melodies and Fury's ceremonial dance rekindle the spirits of lost worlds.

Their performance, enriched by War's demonstration of forgotten martial arts, becomes a powerful narrative of preservation.

Along this collective expression, Death's garden, flourishing with plants from these realms, becomes a living museum, a silent but vibrant tribute to the histories they honour.

Their shared endeavour not only fortifies their unity as siblings, but also cements their role as "Custodians of History", ensuring the vibrancy of extinct cultures is forever remembered and revered.

#darksiders #its an AU fluff I guess? #i don't know the point of this just want to come back #i'm sooo behind #i see familiar bloggers and it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy #i love this little community.

[moodymisty]

Literally anything fluffy with death or war. Your writing for them is amazing!!!! The darksiders is such an underrated fandom. Love your work!

Author's Note: God Darksiders really is so underrated, and I will never shut up about it. (Also ty so much ❤) But I swear my simping for Death took over me like some sort of Holy Spirit and this ended up twice as long as I intended

Of course Death was busy speaking to one of the Makers, meanwhile you were just stuck kicking rocks around and waiting around.

You swore if you didn't like him so much, you'd just ditch him there and go find Karn or something.

Despair, standing beside you and pawing at the ground but making no headway in digging an actual hole, snorted ash from his nose. You heard the sound of multiple metal parts from both his halter and saddle clink together as he shook his neck, left eye locking onto you when you stepped closer. He stilled somewhat, watching you curiously.

"Want to just bail on him?" You smiled at the horse and leaned in as if plotting a scheme, only to be surprised when he seemed to respond back.

Despair threw his head back in the direction of his saddle; Once, twice, then three times. He almost smacked you in the process, but you'd managed to lean back in time. Glancing up at his back before looking back at the horse's face, you asked the horse another question, not at all realizing how odd the whole interaction really was.

"Wait, I can get on?" The undead horse whinnied. You probably would've thought about this for a bit longer, possibly about the repercussions of it, but you were far too bored and far too excited about the idea to do so. You’d only ever ridden on Despair with Death in control; You weren’t about to pass this up even if you were kind of nervous.

When you tried to put a foot in the stirrup however, you quickly remember this was a horse ridden by a nephilim, not a human. You'd need a boost. That was normally something Death would provide, but he was still preoccupied.

So you decided to use the stone half wall nearby instead, standing on it as Despair followed close behind. After hopping on it you turned and the horse was there, and with a bit of adjusting, you had a foot in the stirrup and hefted yourself fully into the saddle.

Considering the ill-advised nature of what you were doing, it all went quite well, and the split second fear of Despair suddenly throwing you off seemed unwarranted.

You walked around for a few moments, enjoying the sound of Despair's hooves on the stone path. It seemed the horse was quickly becoming bored though, and you decided to negotiate.

"Ok, just don't go too fast, alright? I can barely hold on as is." It was hard to keep balance with your feet barely able to touch the stirrups, along with his barrel being wider than a normal horse. Letting out a snort Despair quickly sped up when you gave a soft kick to his middle with your heels, sending him trotting forward.

But with his dealings involving the unnamed Maker now finished, Death suddenly heard the snorts and whinnies happening in the background; Surely from Despair. When he turned around and noticed what was happening, he would've been a liar if he'd said he wasn't a little surprised.

He was content to watch for a few moments, seeing your-in all honestly-shoddy riding skills, but granted, you were on a horse that you could barely straddle without effort. You were having the time of your life however, smiling as you rode in different little patterns; Despair sometimes pawing his feet and throwing his head also playing around.

It seemed since Death was trusting of you his steed was as well, and had much to his surprise allowed someone else to ride him.

After a few minutes had passed Death decided to get his horse back, walking up and coming within close enough distance that you realized he was finished. Your hands were shaking the chains that served as reins, them jingling and making noise as you meandered closer.

Death sighed; Though more so at distain for the horse than its current rider.

"Are you truly so pliant that someone can just up and take you?"

He glared daggers at the horse, who for all intents and purposes, was having a joyous time. You trotted circles around the horsemen, who was on one side insulted by his mount, but on the other hand somewhat impressed by you.

If Death had been human, he probably would've been a little more mindful about mounting a horse such as Despair; For fear of both the horse and its owner.

You had no such fear however, and this was apparently the next step after you got used to constantly coddling the damn thing.

Death gestured with one hand while looking up at you, not used to having to do so.

"The time for fooling around is over. Come down." You kept trotting circles, pulling your feet from where they'd been just tip toeing the stirrups and letting them dangle comfortably.

"Um, one problem." Death sighed again. "What?"

"I can't really get down." 'Then why did you get on in the first place?' he wanted to say, but bit his tongue.

"Come here, then." stopping in Death's line of sight you turned by just barely tugging on the reins, trotting up until you were close enough to Death that he pushed his hand on the bridge of the horse's nose; Stopping him when you'd failed to do it in time. It made you suddenly jerk forward, hands darting to Despair's withers to support yourself and avoid crumpling over.

"Careful. You're lucky the horse knows better than to try and run me over."

You couldn't help but laugh even as he rounded to the side and stood at your leg. Circling his finger you threw both legs to one side, siding off and Death catching you by the waist. Once you were back on solid ground, you adjusted your clothes.

"Have your fun?" Death spoke it to both of you, watching as Despair pushed you forward accidently when he went to nuzzle your shoulder. You turned and pet him, rubbing against the bone and sinew despite it not being the most, pleasant texture.

"We did, thank you." Starting to walk where Death was going, you stayed firmly in-between Death and Despair as they both walked beside you.

"Perhaps next time, you'll pick a horse more your size?" You faked contemplation, humming as you continued to try and keep pace with him.

"Maybe." He sighed, one loud enough that it shook his chest; Though he had to purse his lips quite tight under the mask to avoid letting them crook upwards.

Once you both emerged from the Tri-Stone and into the field surrounding it Death suddenly stopped moving, Despair doing the same beside him. Since there was nothing but open field ahead and not a creature in sight, he figured there wouldn't be harm in entertaining your curiosity again.

You took a few extra steps before realizing they'd stopped, turning around to look. When you asked what was wrong, he gestured to the saddle.

"Well?" It took a second to realize what he meant, before your face suddenly lit up. Quickly you rushed back and now standing beside Death gave him a quick excited kiss on the cheek, before reaching up to try and grab the saddle horn.

He only faltered for a split second, before taking your foot in both hands and easily boosting you up and onto the front of the saddle. Deaths's hands lingered for a moment, before he grabbed onto the back of the saddle and hefted himself up with significantly little effort. He filled the space behind you, even sitting still towering a good bit over you. If the sun had been to your back, you probably would've been completely covered by his shadow.

"How fast can we go?" You turned your head over your shoulder to look up at him, his hair almost tickling your cheek.

"Just don't be reckless." A cautious arm around your stomach and a hand just barely gripping the reins just in case, Death felt you kick and send the horse into a full sprit, adrenaline filled laughter quickly filling the air as Despair kicked up chunks of dirt.

Death had never thought himself that good of a teacher, but if you were so keen on this, maybe he could give it another shot.

#mywriting #fluff is when Death stands three centimeters closer to you than usual #darksiders #death x reader #reader insert #reader #so this turned out longer than I thought it would /oops #death/reader #asks