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1800-lemonadeg1rl · 16 days

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Sleepless nights

Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Summary - you go on a routine mission which ends badly how will your girlfriend react

Warnings - gunshots, violence, bullet wounds, mention of stitches, likely medically incorrect, blood, hospital? Not proofread

word count - 1.5k

A/n - I dont know what happened while writing this its all a blackout. As always any feedback is rlly appreciated!!!

It was just supposed to be another simple routine mission. Over and done with in a matter of hours. But of course nothing was ever as easy as predicted.

It had all been going with relative ease until you and Clint were fighting off agents left and right. Something you were usually both good at. However where you'd found yourselves was very much enclosed meaning you couldn't run and you had no idea how many or where these agents were coming from. Your backs were against each other as you moved in circular motions around the room.

"You did this you know, everything was going just fine until you said 'wow this mission has been quite the breeze.'" You mimick Clints earlier words in a squeaky high pitched voice while taking out a couple agents. "Couldn't have just waited till we were on the quinjet could you?"

"Look I really thought it was over. At least I wasn't the one who knocked over the vase alerting everyone in the Tri-state area of our location." He pipes back as you both fall into the usual bickering banter you often did, squabbling like small children. You and Clint had always been close and worked well with each other despite the constant pecking at each other. You'd become even closer once you'd gotten together with his best friend Natasha. Well, after he stopped threatening you about breaking her heart that is.

"Okay well atleast I'm not stupid."

"Yeah real mature. What does that even mean?" He retorts back with a chuckle at how quickly you begin to lose an argument and just throw childish insults at him.

"I thought you'd be smart enough to understand a simple senten-.." You trail off as you see an agent aiming at Clint, one he hadn't noticed. Though you considered letting the agent hit him and getting to be considered the better fighter it wasn't worth letting your friend die just to one up him.

"Clint watch out." You yell frantically as you watch the agent take aim. Clint wasn't going to have time to move. You panicked and shoved him to the floor knocking him from the bullet.

You don't think much of it when you don't see the bullet land or even when you vision blurs. It's only you notice somethings up when you see a blood splattering on your hand. Instinctively you look for Clint worried something hit him but you find him staring right back at you. That's when you feel the searing pain from your hip. Placing a hand over it to find out what's wrong, you feel a cold and wet substance spilling from it.

Thats when everything starts spinning. Moving too quick but not fast enough at all. The pain feeling worse, like nothing you've ever felt before as the adrenaline wears off and the severity of the situation sets in.

"Y/n look at me." Clints voice is grounding and calm making you briefly feel better. "There's no agents left okay. We're going to walk together to the quinjet, don't rush yourself it's going to be okay." You nod along even though your unsure you'll be able to walk that far as your vision fades in and on like a flickering TV.

He moves over to you and presses your hand firmly over the wound. "Keep your hand there and apply as much pressure as you can." Despite the way you stumble around as you try to apply any pressure at all to the wound he still sounds calm like he believes you can do this.

His hand hooks around you helping hold you up as the two of you begin a slow walk back. Things aren't looking too bad at first I mean sure you can hardly see infront of you an everytime you open your mouth to speak the only thing that sounds is a groan of pain but your managing it, you feel yourself believe you'll be able to do this walk back.

That is all before you trip over a stone which sends you tumbling onto your front, directly where the bullet wound is is where you hit the hardest when you fall causing you to scream out in pain with a noise you never knew you'd make. Clint immediately tries to pull you back to your feet while telling you how close you are to getting home but it's no use as your body goes stiff, legs refusing to move.

"Natasha is gonna kill me." I mumble half heartedly as he holds me up and my vision fades for what I believe might be the final time.

"Not if she kills me first." He chuckles and that's the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

Two days. Two whole days they said you were out for. You missed two days. Two days where you didn't see Natasha but she saw you, she sat by you every minute she could and when she couldn't sit anymore she slept by you not leaving for a second. She wouldn't even leave your hospital room for food. Clint having to practically force food down her throat so she didn't end up in a hospital bed alongside you.

You blinked awake. You'd been awake about an hour prior but were too drugged up to process anything going on and had quickly fallen back into your slumber. This time you were much more determined to stay awake, that and your pain medication was wearing off and you could begin to feel a sharp pain replacing the previously dull one.

As you woke yourself up to the bright white fluorescent lights of the hospital, those lights which practically felt blinding. Giving you little time to adjust to being awake, Natasha started speaking.

"So what happened?" She sounded angry. A little rough maybe as the Russian tinged her accent slightly in a way you only heard few times. As you located where her voice had come from, a small chair just to the left of your bed. Now that you could see her she seemed more worn out or stressed out the angry. Dark circles lurked under her eyes as her forhead creased showing visible lines.

"Uh.. didn't uhm.. Clint... tell you." You slowly mumble out as you try to push myself into a sitting position but before you can Natasha is up and pushing you back down to lie down.

"The doctor said you can't sit up yet or you'll move the stitches. And no he hasn't explained anything, so you better." She lays your head back on the pillow with such a contrasting softness to the way she's speaking which is almost as if she's interrogating you.

You roll your head over the side to face her as you recount what you remember from the mission. "So basically me and Clint, well especially me are kicking ass knocking these agents to the ground. But then one aims at Clint and I push him out the way and now we're here." You explain the best you can but it's just so difficult when your heads all fuzzy and until five minutes ago you were convinced you were dead. "I thought I was gonna die 'Tasha."

"You shouldn't put yourself at risk like that baby." She says while brushing stray hairs away from your face and back behind your ears. "Things could have been a lot worse.." her voice trails off all usual roughness gone as she appears as if she may break down crying at any second. "I could have lost you."

That's all it takes for you to start crying as hot tears stream your face making it hard to see anything. Seeing your deteriorating emotional state Natasha makes the descion to crawl into the bed next to you. "Oh hush now, it's alright. I was just worried about you lyubov." she coos while leaning over to kiss your dampened cheek.

"I know I know.. I'm just really sorry... I dont ever want to lose you Natasha." Your tears keep falling despite her soft, reassuring words.

"Y/n, I don't want to lose you either. Which is why I think it could be time we retired before either of us do. Of course it's up to you though, I won't pressure you."

It takes you a minute to process her words but when you do your glad for them. You'd been considering at least cutting down your workload recently but hadn't considered Natasha would be open to retirement at such a young age. You can feel your face break out into a small smile as she suggests it herself. Her own face is one of nervous apprehension as she chews on her lip.

"Yes. Please I want nothing more than to retire and with you." You reach in to kiss her face eagerly. Your lips smothering hers in an almost desperate fashion as if you were worried it could be your last.

"If this is what retirement is like I cant wait." She whispers as she pulls away from your lips, nipping them gently first. She cups your face in her hands before leaning back in.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #natasha x y/n #hurt/comfort natasha Romanoff #lemonade writes☆•#possibly terrible #im half asleep again

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rosebotrezi · 8 months

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#homestuck #rose lalonde #dave strider #art tag #rose #dave #brothers in the most girl way possible btw. not brothers gender neutral. brothers feminine.#1k

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little-pup-pip · 1 month

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Hi! Um, can I maybe request a dragon baby moodboard? Preferably femme leaning if you don’t mind 😅

Yes!!

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leighsartworks216 · 8 months

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In The Moonlight

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Lowkey wrote this for @niermortem bc the Astarion hyperfixation goes hard

I've never written for Astarion before and I'm still not 100% comfortable with his speech patterns and stuff but I had to write this or I would not be able to sleep tonight. Tbh y'all are lucky he even spoke at all. I was going to have Tav shush him lmao

Warnings: Cazador, mentions of past abuse, mentions of biting, vague implications of sex, like one swear

Word Count: 1,110

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He’s so beautiful, just like this. The moon reaches through the window and caresses his hair, turning already-bright white into pure starlight. His pale skin glows. And when the sun rises and casts beams of yellow-orange over him, it’s almost as if blood flows through him once more.

You cannot sleep. Despite how tired your body was, your mind couldn’t sit still. It pondered over the day’s events - if you made the right choices, what you could have done better, your companions - endlessly spiraling out of sleep’s embrace. And you would still have been going over these questions and concerns, if Astarion did not look so damn pretty.

He fell asleep a while ago. With a gentle kiss to your cheek and a whisper of thanks, he’d tucked one arm under his head and draped the other across your waist, and drifted off. A hint of a smile still lingered there. Creases by his mouth and eyes proving a simple joy that followed him into his dreams.

It felt wrong to watch him like this. Like studying how his curls fell across his forehead and the flicker of his eyes behind his eyelids was in some way betraying his trust. The thought alone - of ruining this beautiful foundation of trust and patience and understanding - should have been enough to have you close your eyes or turn away. And yet, something inside you yearned for more. An ache in your chest that urged you to touch him, to be closer to him.

And the urge was stronger than your perceived guilt.

Slowly, you raised a hand to his face. At first, all you did was brush the curl from his forehead. The stubborn thing only bounced right back.

Your eyes trailed from his hair to his eyebrows. So often did a crease find its way between them, pinched in frustration or confusion. Your hand followed. With the barest brush of your thumb, you smoothed out the imaginary crease. Astarion breathed in deeply - causing you to hold your own - before sighing softly. His face relaxed even more, shoulders easing into the pillows that cushioned him.

You focused next on his eyes. Deep, bloody red irises hidden behind thin lids that held so much worry and uncertainty and joy and hope. Hope. It had taken so long for the vampire to actually be optimistic about the future. He had no idea what would happen next - between Cazador and the tadpoles, there was little to be optimistic about. When you helped him, despite his original plans to manipulate and use you, he realized things did not always have such awful outcomes. Even your first encounter, with his blade to your throat, had somehow brought you here, together and warm and safe.

Despite being an elf, he had such deep bags beneath his eyes. Even the crows feet and laugh lines that appeared with his smile were unusual. He’d told you sparingly about his life under Cazador. The things he fed on, the poem carved into his back, and the horrible things he did. Undoubtedly, the lines came from that time. Barely eating enough to survive, luring people in with his charms for an uncaring master, being tortured in the dark. Yet, you couldn’t imagine Astarion without them. He was so pretty when he smiled.

You move on to his nose and his cheeks. His features are all well defined, sharp. It makes him seem dangerous, even at a first glance. Like a snake, hiding fangs behind shimmering scales.

Beckoned by the analogy, your eyes flicker to his lips. They’re so soft, despite the way he chews his bottom lip. Where before his kisses were rough, demanding, now they’re slow, careful. He no longer kisses you like he has to woo you over and get you to play his game. He kisses you like he’s savoring the last drop of wine. Even his bites are gentler, pricking your neck as carefully as he can unless you ask him nicely to be rougher.

“Too distracted to sleep, are we?”

His voice makes you jolt. You weren’t expecting his lips to move so suddenly. Nor did you realize before how your hand cupped his jaw and your thumb stroked his cheek. You can feel his smile as he chuckles.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear,” he coos. “But don’t you think it’s a bit late to be admiring my features?”

You take a moment to compose yourself, urging your heart to still from the scare. Damn you for thinking so much about his mouth. Astarion is nice enough to wait and listen as you relax once more, though you continue to trace over his skin and brush the curls in front of his ears back.

“I couldn’t sleep. And you look so beautiful in the moonlight.”

He slips his arm from underneath his head as he turns into your hand, holding your wrist in place as he kisses your palm. “I appreciate it, my love. But it’s been a long and exhausting day, and we both need our beauty rest.”

Red eyes watch, half-lidded, as you smile - he loves it just as much as you love his. Before, he couldn’t care less. Now, oh the things he would do to see you happy every waking moment of the rest of your lives.

The blankets shift against each other as you move to be closer. You tuck yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his neck. You are so warm. He lets out a soft breath as he curls around you, protective and safe all at once. Slender fingers tangle carefully into the hair at the nape of your neck, keeping your head tucked away under his chin.

For so long, he charmed and manipulated people. They touched and got close to him, in ways he quickly detached himself from. For so long. It was still difficult to fathom how he sought it out with you. How he did not go through the motions of physical intimacy, how he actually wanted to be physically intimate in more ways than just sexually. How long he’d been deprived of something genuine like this. He wanted to savor every gods-forsaken minute of it.

Your warm breath fanned across his neck as you spoke. Had he been able to, it would have sent a chill down his spine.

“I love you.”

His fingers curl into your waist, grounding himself into your body as your skin gives under his fingertips. In return, you squeeze him in your hold, solidifying even more that this is real. You are real.

“I love you, too, darling.”

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lovegrowsart · 14 days

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"zk is an awful ship they'd be so horrible and toxic together" zutara is literally baby's first EtL ship who go from enemies to close friends in canon they're one of the most wholesome interations of the trope imaginable but also i want everyone to know i'd still ship it even if it was horrible and toxic <3 because they're 2d moving pixels and not fucking real <3

#holly talks bs #zutara #i know some in the zk fandom itself might not agree but i find the actually wholesome defense tiresome #it doesn't matter they're fictional cartoons it's FINE #entering my toxic zutara era #zutara as you are the only person who understands me and this is gonna get sooo co dependent and i might let the world burn to keep you #zutara killing yon rha and hiding the body and lying about it to the gaang to keep the peace forging a dark secret between them #zutara doing their public facing duty as the fire lord and the avatar's wife while carrying on a decades long affair that only #comes to light after they're both dead #think of the POSSIBILITIES have some IMAGINATION #lads (gender neutral) that is what fiction is FOR

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tornado1992 · 2 months

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Are you a “Tails is very sensitive about his tails, he stresses and panics if someone grabs them, holds them or even touches them without asking because it gives him flashbacks about all the abuse he got when he was younger” girly?

Or a “Tails can’t feel his tails, sure they get tired when flying for too long and he can move them almost perfectly but things like a gentle touch, rubbing, or even a scratch or pull on their fur wont be noticed because of the years of ripping fur, burning flesh and breaking bones that the people from West Side did on them” girly?

#(girly as gender neutral)#they both are really good possibilities #hmmm the angst in both of them #but also the fluff #because he only confides his tails to the people he loves and trusts the most #like sonic knuckles and Amy #Sonic is the only one who can brush his tails though #it comes with being a good big brother #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they’re brothers your honor #baby miles tails prower #baby tails #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday

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sonknuxadow · 9 months

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transmasc sonic and trans metal sonic who Isnt transmasc coexisting is really funny to me. especially if you believe that sonic came out as trans Before metal sonic was created. which would imply that eggman was intentionally trying to avoid misgendering sonic while making an evil robot copy of him but metal sonic inherently has extremely high levels of transgender swag due to being based on sonic and all that had to go SOMEWHERE so it manifests in the form of them being trans in a completely different direction . such a beautiful world we live in

#tried to keep the language for metal sonic as gender neutral as possible because #there are several different takes on their gender ive seen that what i said could apply to #my i guess default headcanon for them though is that theyre nonbinary

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sainamoonshine · 25 days

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My unpopular opinion is that in languages with grammatical gender like french, it does make sense for Murderbot to be referred to by whatever pronoun is usually used for robots or constructs. (In french, therefore, grammatical masculine.) Because there are no traditional « it » pronouns in these languages for objects, and while there are neo-pronouns, they are things one must choose for themselves. Do you honestly think MB actually spent time thinking about its pronouns?! No it didn’t. On forms it picks « non-applicable ». When people ask it what pronouns they should use, its honest opinion is « why do you even need to talk about me. Just don’t fucking do that. Don’t think about me either. Just fucking stop perceiving me altogether! »

Thinking about what pronouns to use probably makes it way more uncomfortable than letting people call it what they’ve already been calling it. Making a conscious choice about its identity? And telling other people about it??? No thanks bye, it’s just gonna walk into the ocean now, see you never.

Lbr it probably thinks the only bots that get fancy pronouns are comfort units, and the pronouns are probably shoved into them by humans same as everything else. MB would meet a bot using a neopronoun and it would wish it could barf. Because in a language like french, he/him and she/her, when applied to objects, ARE fulfilling the function of the english « it ». Nobody is saying the table is a woman or related to feminity in any way outside of stand-up comedy; when it comes to objects grammatical gender really has fuckall to do with human gender even if we use the same words. Even animal species names have grammatical gender and everyone gets that there are male and female turtles even if the word « turtle » is a female word, it’s not that confusing.

(I know this is strange when your language has different pronouns for people and for objects, but understand that english uses the same word to indicate if I’m addressing one or many people, and that is confusing to me.)

TL;DR; stop harassing international fans for not getting the correct MB pronoun in english right off the bat. Yes in english calling it « he » or « her » or « them » is upsetting because it’s projecting an identity unto it. But same goes for trying to get a foreign language translation to use a pronoun intended to express or showcase an identity (or even a lack of one!). Murderbot has not thought about it this hard, refuses to think about it this hard -> and that is its only canon accurate gender identity.

#the murderbot diaries #taking a bat to an hornet’s nest there but I said what I said #I go by she/her because that’s the default people use for me even tho my own gender identity is also #ugh I would sincerely prefer not to have to deal with this think about it or even be perceived #and I would be hella pissed if a book of my life came out and people got into fights about my pronouns #trying to assign me the most politically accurate agender pronoun possible #when my own choice has always been specifically to let people call me the default because idc #and I don’t want to be identified by any identifier that might indicate I do care #and using a different pronoun even if its a gender neutral one is a CHOICE!#it does indicate a preference! and caring about it enough to pick a word and tell people about it!!!#Murderbot didn’t pick IT that is specifically the point!#it was used for it and MB just kept going with that #I mean imagine it if wrote down a different pronoun on its ID form one day and someone actually called it that #it would set itself on fire #its discomfort at having made a personal choice and the personal choice being respected would be off the charts #maybe it a later book after hella character development but I just don’t see it happening tbh #respect the agenders who just don’t want to get involved and use the pronoun equivalent of the default avatar that came with the account #PLEASE #that is all

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the-midnight-sugar1 · 1 year

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I’m not afraid of heights. I’m not even really afraid of falling.

Hitting the ground at great speeds… now that scares me.

SO the idea of going for a ride with Moon sounds pretty fun!

(So long as he doesn’t let go!)

#I would genuinely bug him about this as often as possible #let me fly!#let me feel tall #weeeeee #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #fnaf dca #moondrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon #gender neutral insert #ynsona

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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While it is gender-neutral, Reader has shoulder-length hair to symbolize that their kingdom is in a time of peace. Reader also is described as wearing clothes that flow beneath them as they dance, could be a dress or ceremonial robes up to you. Just wanted to write Knight!Price watching you dance and gushing internally over how breathtaking you look. Added some more lore to this AU. Part One, Part Two

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It was a holy day for all of Orithia, it being the day your people celebrated your God of Life, Wixia, creating the kingdom. It was why the capital city was named Wixia, after the god, because he created the city first before creating the rest of the kingdom. Thus, your ancestors celebrated the day with a festival, The Festival of Creation, with Wixia being the city with the best festival in all of Orithia.

John was watching you dance with your subjects in the city square, all in a circle as hired musicians played various instruments and sang, songs of old hymns to the god Wixia filling the air. Everyone was having immense fun, but he could only look at you.

Your clothes were flowing beneath you as you danced and twirled, bright purple colors in your clothes, which represented that you were the Sovereign, were accentuated as the ends swirled as they flowed. Your smile was bright and your shoulder-length hair was braided in a style native to the Orithian culture. Even though your dance was energetic and lacking any true beat, you looked...ethereal.

He knew it made you uncomfortable when your other subjects tried to say you were like a deity that became mortal to grace the people of Orithia with your divine presence, but he couldn't help thinking of you as a deity. Every second he was near you felt like a blessing. He felt like he should be kissing your feet and erecting altars all over the kingdom so everyone could worship you.

John laughed heartily as he heard you whoop in exhilaration and he clapped on beat with the music, joining everyone who wasn't dancing in adding a layer of sound to the music by clapping along to the songs.

The atmosphere surrounding the festival felt electric as you and several others danced together, barefoot against the cobblestones of the city square to dance the best. The stars and moon in the night sky were your audience as you all twirled around, often linking arms together to spin each other around. No one paid attention to how hot it was, especially with the only light being from the huge fire in the middle of the city square.

"Sir John, come join us," you called out to him, smiling up at him as you continued to dance. You beckoned him to come into the circle where everyone was dancing.

He felt like he couldn't say no to you and he didn't really want to. Your joy was infectious and he wanted to be one of those whom you linked arms with as you danced.

John joined the circle of dancing, getting closer to you. His ceremonial cape that was held in place by his armor flowed behind him as he danced and twirled.

With you starting to sing along to the song currently being played, everyone else followed suit, their voices only adding to the atmosphere. The lyrics were praising Wixia, thanking Him for blessing the people of Orithia with his benevolence.

But John found himself silently praising you when your arm linked with his and you spun the both you around in a circle. The skin-to-skin contact made his heart skip a beat, his eyes dropping down to yours to hold eye-contact.

In that moment, time seemed to slow. All he could focus on was that he was dancing with you, the twirling around bring you two closer.

He was entranced by your striking eyes, enamored with your bright smile, only able to hear your beautiful voice singing along with the musicians. You two were so close he could smell the perfume/cologne you had put on and it was losing its scent since you were sweating due to dancing, but he could still smell it and he could feel your flowing clothes brush against his flowing cape.

When you eventually unlinked your arm from his and twirled away, it was like you took the bright light that had made the world bright with you, even though everything was technically the same. But as you danced with others, it took everything in him to keep dancing and not to be standing in place among the others, frozen at the absence of your presence beside him.

Since John was the head of the Royal Guard and unmarried, several people wanted to try and woo him as he danced alone. He linked arms with them and twirled around with them, but his eyes were still on you. It was easy for the unassuming eye to just chalk it up to him making sure you were safe, but if anyone looked closer they would see the love-stricken look in his eyes.

No one could turn him away from you, not even the nobles in your court. His eyes—and his heart—were on you.

But it didn't stop the over consuming guilt that came with loving you, like he was doing a grave betrayal to you by being in love with you when he should be focused on protecting you. You trusted him with your life and here he was, wanting to be more than a knight to you.

How selfish of him.

With those thoughts, John finally tore his eyes away from you. He focused on dancing, enjoying the joy around him.

He didn't look at you unless it was to ensure you were still safe every so often, missing your glances at him as you made your way back to where he was dancing so you could dance with him again.

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meganechan05 · 3 months

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Addressing the Topic

People need to stop bending over backwards trying to justify why they would call Rita a woman or only using she/her pronouns when there are plenty of reliable sources that states they are canonically gender neutral.

The Producer, aka the one who pitched the premise, The Writer, the one in charge of the story and characters, and The Actor, the one who plays the character. Three people who have outright said that Rita is Gender Neutral or their gender is undisclosed.

An entire episode explaining that you should never make assumptions about Rita other than what they tell the audience via through their interactions with other characters. (Idol Rita isn't even Rita at all, btw. Being an idol was just a dream they had as a kid and moved on from and it was an undercover mission). Heck, if you have some kind of understand of the Japanese language, it's extremely obvious that Rita is never referred to with gendered terms until Episode 38 by Minongan aka the Jesters' Idiot who Rita only spoke 2.5 lines to and fooled by working undercover.

And don't use the "but Rita uses 私 (watashi) when referring to themself" on me. Kaguragi and Racles use it and both identify as male. It's a neutral term and also a formal one compared to the 俺 (ore) that Red, White, and Royal Blue uses.

As for the pronoun thing, you can use whatever pronoun you want for Rita. He/Him, She/Her, They/Them, Xe/Xer. Whatever. BUT it would be safer to use They/Them as that is the most neutral of the options and Rita's neutral. We don't know what English pronouns Rita prefers so play it safe with They/Them. Not that hard. They don't care what you call them, but it's safer to use the most neutral of the terms.

And to address the topic: no, we do not know if Rita being gender neutral is actually tied to their job as Supreme Justice. I vote No simply because of Karras and Morfonia. Morfonia identifies as female as far as we know and the same probably applies to Karras. How Rita identified as a child was undetermined, but considering no one is shown to know what their bio gender is (not even Morf or Karras), I'd say they're gender neutral regardless of their job. Probably poor wording on the production team's part, but who knows?

TL;DR Rita's Gender Neutral and that's that.

Deal with it.

#c'mon. 50 episodes and people still bend over backwards in the name of transphobia. holy fck #is it possible it's bc they refuse to simp over a non-female character played by a female actress? probably #but imma still cave their empty heads in with a metal bat #no the girls talk interview does not count. it applies to the actors not the characters. the title is just fun #kyoryu fight doesn't count either bc they fcking paired Jeramie with Souji when it 100% could've been Rita and Souji #no idea if Sakamoto got the memo tho #bc i sure as hell know the concept designer for Gokkan didnt #kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #rita kaniska #rita kanisuka #kingoh doodles #comic doodle #Rita Kaniska is Gender Neutral #deal with it

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celiosal · 2 years

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Affectionate !

pairings - diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon x reader synopsis - things they do to show their love for you (s/o headcanons).

writing contains : fluff, established relationship, gender neutral (lmk if I made a mistake!), possible ooc, headcanons, suggestive (barbatos), not proofread (will be as soon time comes), a tiny bit of swearing (only in solomon’s, if it bothers you)

a/n - I had a little bit of free time and an idea so enjoy!

DIAVOLO

⌙ Diavolo would be the type who would spoil you so much to the point where Mammon would start crying with the amount of stuff you have.

⌙ Anything you look at, it will be bought. There's no saving it.

⌙ He also loves giving you plushies, like this one time he bought you a sheep plushie.

⌙ He also provides the best for you, oh you're hungry? A full course meal that is enough to fill up a moderate amount of Beel's stomach (before the void appears again).

⌙ Your muscles are sore? He orders the best chiropractor to relax them before hiring a massage person to push the remaining tension out.

⌙ Dia will always make time for you, if he's working you can just sit in his lap while his arms wrap around you. He'd be hugging you while doing paperwork.

⌙ Sometimes you wake up with him cuddling you from behind, head buried in your neck with soft breaths tickling your skin.

⌙ He also loves to take you on expensive dates, they all come with acts of love!

⌙ If you ever get hurt, he'll treat you with utmost care, as if you're a feather. If the wound was caused by a demon, well let's just say they'll never see light in the Devildom again and he'll make sure for it.

⌙ Overall, he just loves you so much and won't stop.

BARBATOS

‣ As a butler, he has his duties. Although on somedays, you get the chance to spend time with him.

‣ He loves cooking with you, baking especially. Exploring new recipes to be made and you two always have the most fun.

‣ Barbatos, any chance he gets, invites you to go shopping for materials.

‣ He enjoys brewing teas with and for you, if you have a favorite be sure to expect seeing it often.

‣ The butler also loves to pamper you, a bit more than Diavolo does.

‣ He always makes sure you are in the best condition possible, always checking in on you when completing his tasks.

‣ He loves to caress your hand, thumb gliding over your skin rubbing in slow, smooth circles.

‣ Holding hands is a thing you two do a lot, his warm gloves enveloping your skin in warmth. (Especially in bed)

‣ Quick, chaste kisses happen every so often, the taste of some type of tea lingering on your lips.

SIMEON

✴︎ He's a very caring boyfriend, and will also do anything to make you happy.

✴︎ He also loves cooking with you, it's one of his favorite hobbies and enjoys doing it with you.

✴︎ There's really nothing that he doesn't like, he's perfectly fine with doing anything with the exception of harming you in any way.

✴︎ I headcanon that as an angel, they also have the abilities to control dreams, so whenever he sees you tossing and rolling on the bed he can just switch your nightmare to a peaceful dream.

✴︎ He's also one to cherish relationship anniversaries and special dates, he just can't get enough of you.

✴︎ Simeon actually takes you to the celestial realm sometimes, it's quite fun meeting the other angels although you never had the chance to meet Michael because of the fact that he's always busy (somehow).

✴︎ You two always cuddle before falling asleep into each other's arms. There's always something about cuddling that lulls you to sleep

✴︎ He was worried about your safety at times, so he gave you a necklace with a crystal that contains the power to summon him (and as a gift, as well as to show everyone you’re his).

SOLOMON

✡︎ Solomon is one of the more bolder s/o's. Quite flirtatious if I say so myself.

✡︎ You'll get teased a lot by this boy, it's relentless.

✡︎ Don't worry though, he makes up for it. He gives you whatever you wish for.

✡︎ He likes to study magic, it's always better when studying with you though. Sometimes he drags you to stay with him while he's conducting experiments.

✡︎ On some occasions, you two will go on an anime marathon, only if he has time though!

✡︎ He creates things from magic although he usually doesn't have a use for them so he gives them to you as a gift.

✡︎ Likes to give hugs from behind, he just loves the shocked expression that appears on your face. At times, you get flustered and the next thing you know you see a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

✡︎ In more intimate days, he'll hold your hand. Your fingers will nearly always be entangled with his.

✡︎ You two often do it in public, he really doesn't mind it at all. He tolerates PDA.

✡︎ He usually stays up late, if you fall asleep before him, he makes sure you're cozy and warm before going back to work/whatever he was doing.

✡︎ He also respects your boundaries, being that he doesn't want to bind his lover nor be bound by him.

✡︎ Quite forgetful when it comes to special days, so please forgive him! He'll try his best to make it up for you!

Reblogs are highly appreciated ♥️

#✏️ - celi writes #☆ - obey me #diavolo x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #solomon #diavolo #simeon #barbatos x reader #barbatos #gender neutral!reader #obey me headcanons #suggestive possibly #obey me side characters #obey me side characters x reader

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rainy-astrology · 1 year

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Rising signs

Just a post about rising signs - the details I notice about each physically and personality wise. I may change/add to this later

**Aspects to ascendant, venus, stelliums, degrees, and anything in 1st house can affect your rising sign**

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Aries

Strong/thick eyebrows

Strong features...sharp jaws and cheekbones

Can have markings on their face

May have big foreheads

Naturally blunt and straightforward, sassy

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Taurus

Broad shoulders (esp if person has strong venus + Taurus influence). Taurus does rule the neck and shoulder areas

Pointed chin and cheekbones, angular jaw

Long fingers

Tend to be more slender compared to Taurus suns

Simple and clean fashion usually, may wear accessories. I know a lot of Tauruses/Taurus placements and they all rly seem to love accessories, especially on their wrists or necks

Calm demeanour, may even seem slow

Can look tired/sleepy

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Gemini

May have long limbs

Small faces and features

May wear glasses

Talkative

Usually straightforward in communication, may not even have a filter

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Cancer

Seem to be small ppl - height, weight, presence...most are often very quiet and even a little shy. Often soft spoken

Cancer rising women may have bigger chests and/or thighs

Round faces, cheekbones

Watery and soft eyes. Idk how to explain it, they just look watery, like they're gonna cry. May look sad naturally (although I've observed this in all 3 water risings...)

They just look soft and gentle overall

Can have a caring, motherly/parental energy to them

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Leo

Always noticeable tbh even if they're not stylish. E.g I had a Leo rising classmate in high school who was not fashionable in any way, but he was also the only student in our class who wore leather gloves everyday. He also always styled his hair. I have a female leo rising acquaintance who always dressed up every day to class. She never looked plain. Her hair was always styled and to this day it is still fluffy and curly

But a lot of them do like fashion tho and take pride in their style

Usually have fluffy/styled hair

Broad back and shoulders, always stand tall and upright

Can look like cats sometimes

Cheekbones

Tbh surprisingly quiet ppl, only their presence is loud. But can be social if you approach them

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Virgo

Virgo rising men tend to be really tall, while Virgo rising women are often shorter

Wider faces and forehead

Square shaped jaw; often have nice strong jawlines in general

I've also seen so many wear glasses. I'm starting to wonder if it's a Mercury thing...

Can be talkative

Have a very down to earth energy

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Libra

Most are conventionally attractive physically, seem nice and likeable at 1st glance. Even if they're not, they know how to talk and act to make ppl like them either way. Libra placements want to be liked and so always try to make a good 1st impression. So yes they're careful about their image

Balanced proportions. Long legs especially, no matter their height

Dimples

A lot tend to wear neutral colors; often know how to dress and appear neat

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Scorpio

Long faces, big noses

Often have a sharp, intense gaze

May have hooded eyes, arched brows

A lot love to wear black

May have an intense, intimidating energy

Are pretty quiet ppl

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Sagittarius

Often big in some way - height, weight, presence...you can definitely hear their laugh from a mile away

Thick thighs and/or butts. Sag rising women especially may have curves

Not that stylish I've noticed...they just wear whatever is comfortable

Very friendly and approachable. They can talk to anyone and befriend them. People may always want to talk to them too

Very energetic and expressive

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Capricorn

Often smaller ppl. Body build leans more onto the stocky, thick side and most are short

Noticeable teeth; prominent bone structure in general

Care about the way they dress; always want to look presentable

May seem serious at first glance. Tbh I think they are a bit more intimidating to me compared to a Scorpio rising

Hardworking ppl, always busy with something

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Aquarius

Round eyes, always seem to have a spark in them

Can dress in experimental fashion. Like their sister sign Leo, they want to stand out too. Although Leos may appear more cool and trendy, while Aquarius dress a bit quirky

May be thick in certain body parts

Very straightforward ppl; they don't seem scared to speak their mind...although Aquarius placements in general just tend to be blunt

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Pisces

So many look lost tbh often have the "deer in headlights" expression naturally

Pretty in a whimisical kind of way...Although just may be a Pisces thing in general

Have the watery eyes look as well; round and big eyes

The Pisces rising I've come across often have small waists

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Masterlist

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Other blogs:

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Side: Kpop fanarts @rainy-artworks

#rising signs #astrology #astro notes #my astro observations #astro observations #i know i mentioned gender but it's in terms of biology not gender identity. i always try to be gender neutral as possible #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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dreameroftheblue · 5 months

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Hold my head inside your hands I need someone who understands I need someone, someone who hears For you, I've waited all these years For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come Until my day, my day is done And say you'll come and set me free Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

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holy hell I think it's done? I don't normally do much fanart but my brother and I wanted to understand why all the tumblr girlies are so obsessed with these day old men so we binged this show which immediately grabbed me by the throat and hurled me into the gay old men fervor and wouldn't let me do anything else until I finished some kind of tribute ᕕ( �� )ᕗ

few more process shots+thoughts beneath the cut ♥

okay so I know you have to be kinda careful about making someone's face all black... but I usually dislike clearly human halves on most monster designs, and red wouldn't work either, so I just kind of tried to lighten it closer to the orangey scales on his snake face and hope it worked out?

you can see the other design ideas I had for naga!crowley in the thumbnail sketch but it diverged enough that actually I'm gonna probably just keep that as a separate design for perhaps a future character, like a tiefling/salamander npc for the next campaign perhaps 🤔

this one took a lot longer than usual due to trying to actually somewhat accurately capture an existing person's face, trying to put more effort into detailing the scales, and a style of hair I don't draw as often haha. wahoo @ being able to rather fittingly apply my monsterpeople habits to some fanart for once :)

I immediately threw together a playlist for them that I keep listening to on repeat and "til kingdom come" is the last song on there, which has been giving me blorbo heart hurty for over a decade now

genuinely felt a tangible kind of relief like 'ahhhh...' when I finished the lines cause this art was all-consuming til I let it out 8') I really really wanna keep drawing these two but feel like a week or two is all I can reasonably take away from commissions at the moment... but if I can power through another real quick maybe I'll allow myself some smorching doodles heehee

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electrictorch · 1 year

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My boy

jealous!reader × edmund pevensie for @emotionallyattachedteen's request

You like boys. But you don't like other girls hovering around your boy.

During the last couple of years in Narnia, King Edmund the Just had grown so much -- he became stronger, wiser, more clever with words. When you first followed him and his siblings into the wardrobe, you also were a child yourself. You argued with Edmund, looked up to Susan, and even had a tiny crush on Peter.

But none of you were children anymore. You were all maturing. Now even Lucy was taller, growing in kindness, intelligence and beauty everyday. Your relationships were changing as well, and now you and Edmund had something. Or at least that's what you thought, before this princess stepped in.

She had long, auburn hair flowing over her shoulders as she laughed with so much grace that you had to focus on any other sound not to let her charm you. She had eyelashes long as hell, and a pretty face too pretty to be real. She sat next to Edmund the first dinner, and, had you not been crowned by Aslan, years ago, along with the Pevensies, you would have thought of yourself as unworthy of interfering in their conversation.

No fair, you thought. Now he won't look at me anymore.

After that night, you stuck your eyes on Edmund as if trying to tell if he was thinking about that princess or not. But the worst of all was the third night, when you hosted a humble dance in honor of your guests. She requested the first dance with him, and also had her second with the High King. When the third dance started and you saw her fleeting so gracefully around your boy, you couldn't take it anymore.

You ran to the nearest balcony to take some fresh air. Under the moonlight, the sea on the horizon, this was the perfect spot to cry all night long. But you had to eventually come back. You breathed in. Breathed out. Breath in. Breath out.

He is not your boy, you reminded yourself. He is a King. He has as much freedom as you do.

After a few tears, you heard footsteps approaching and dried your cheeks. Breath in. Breath out.

'y/n?' Edmund. Your boy, though he didn't seem to know it. 'Are you OK?'

You nodded. The breeze felt too cold on your face. The sea did not care for you -- it went back and forth as usual. That was how things should be, perhaps. You could not tame the waters even if you tried and cared so much for it. People could not belong to you until they gave themselves to you, like the seas to the moon above them.

'Why aren't you at the dance?'

'I... needed some fresh air.' He was getting closer, until he leaned on the railing, next to you, and turned to you. You had to look away. 'Why aren't you at the dance? You were having so much fun.'

He would not turn his face. 'I noticed you weren't there. Why did you run like that?'

Oh, he saw it.

Wait -- he saw it...

'I... needed some fresh air,' you insisted. He saw me leaving?

'Come on, y/n, I know you. You like parties and dances. You like having guests. You wouldn't run away from you duties.'

Oh, he sees it. You turned your head slightly to look at him. His dark hair shone under the moonlight -- squints of silver in accord to his crown and clothes. His eyes were persistent, reaching out to you, to learn what happened from your own eyes. His lips pressed in worry. Whether or not he wanted something with you, he seemed sincerely interested in hearing you.

'You were dancing with the princess,' you risked in a hushed voice. You thought of nothing else to say. Could you blame him? Could you get angry at him? You had no right to.

'Oh...' he let the thought sink in as you drew circles with your fingers on the railing. 'Is that what was bothering you? But...'

'Sorry,' you said, fearing you would say something that could make you sound even more ridiculous. 'I... I really need the fresh air. I don't want to steal you away from -- from our guests.'

'y/n,' he said. 'y/n, look at me.'

You slowly lifted your eyes to his. Now it was only the two of you, under the moonlight, on a balcony, over the sea. There were so many things you would have liked to tell him, but would it be of any use?

'y/n, may I have this dance?' He couldn't contain a smile.

Well, that was not what you were expecting. You released a small snuffle and accepted the hand he extended with a reverence. He put his other hand behind your waist. You rested your other hand on his shoulder. And you both danced under the moonlight, on a balcony, over the sea. He looked gorgeous. Breath in. Breath out.

'Edmund,' you dared to say. 'I'm sorry I was jealous. I, I just thought...' you hoped he would interrupt you, but he let you finish, his dark eyes patient and welcoming. '...I thought we had something. I like you, Edmund.'

He looked down and smiled, then up to you again. You thought you felt his grip tightening around your waist and on your hand as you two swung to your own rythm. His eyes shimmered. His lips curved. Breath in. Breath out.

'I like you too, y/n.'

You danced around a little more. Breath in, breath out.

'Does that mean we have something?' you asked.

'We do.' He smiled.

You thought of the waves below the balcony, trying to reach for the moon, giving themselves to it. 'Call me yours, then, if you let me call you my boy.'

'Your boy? I like the sound of that.'

You, too. The sound of the sea drowned the need for words. The moonlight rained down on your hearts, poured to each other, beating for the other, behind the silly smiles of you and your boy.

#is this too angsty at the beginning???#its my first time writing with yn i dont know what to feel like #i have mixed feelings #is this a gender neutral reader??#edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #king edmund the just #fanfic #jealous reader #chronicles of narnia #oneshot #is it even possible to release a small snuffle? pardon my english #my writing

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faux-ecrivain · 5 months

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Frightened Ex x Yandere reader

“When Cupid gets it wrong, goodbyes can be messy.” - that private eye who worked for the HPD for thirty years from that one episode of Hawaï Five-O where that girl in a red dress died and the private eye was narrating the story

(Trigger warning: murder, death and amputation are mentioned/implied.)

(Also, you, the reader, are the yandere here)

(Sixteenth Official Post)

(Merry Christmas)

(Happy Holidays)

(name is Anthony)

When you and Anthony first started dating he thought you were an absolutely wonderful person, he admired you and would go out of his way to please you. Then just 4 years into your relationship, you started to behave… strangely. You were more possessive and would often isolate him from his friends (regardless of gender).

Sometimes, you would makes jokes about locking him up and killing all his friends, which made him very uncomfortable. Luckily, after expressing his discomfort, you quit joking like that, but now he was wary around you and he was considering breaking up with you. However, when he expressed this decision to you, you informed him that you wouldn’t let him leave and would make sure he knew his place.

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Anthony’s breath was muffled by his hands, his eyes squeezed shut as he prays that you won’t find him. He doesn’t know why you’re acting like this, treating him like a prisoner and trying to lock him away in your dreary, albeit big, house. He shuffles further into the closet, his knees up and his legs pulled close to his body. Tears fall down his face and he sniffles, what once was a beautiful, loving relationship, was now massacred beyond fixing.

He listens as you creep through the hallway, he hears your ominous voice call out to him and he fights the urge to run into your arms. Yes, he’s scared, but often when he was scared you would be there to comfort him. Your footsteps grow closer, the floorboards creak and you stop in front of the closet. You taunt him, calling out for him, even though he’s certain you know he’s in there. “Anthony, baby, wheeere are yoou? Are you hiding from me?” Shivers wrack his body the moment he hears a haunting giggle escape your mouth.

“That’s not very nice, Anthony. Didn’t your mommy ever teach you manners?” Anthony’s tears fall faster as you bring up his mother, he’s sure you’ve done something to her, probably killed her. You begin moving again, the creaking of the floorboards lessen in volume and he assumes you’ve moved away from the closet. Still, he doesn’t leave and instead waits inside the closet for a matter of minutes. He listens diligently for your footsteps and hopes you won’t come back.

After at least 20 minutes have passed he cracks the closet door open, his eyes roam across the expanse of the hallway and his fear lessens once he sees the hall empty. He sneaks out of the closet, quietly closes the door behind him and sneaks in the direction opposite of the way that you went. For a moment, Anthony believes he can escape, he thinks he can make it to the door and run away from you. He thinks he came leave you behind, but he was wrong, so very wrong.

His heart stops when you call out to him, your voice smug and haughty. “There you are, baby, trying to escape, again?” He turns around and his body freezes as you approach. His heart beats erratically and he can barely form a single thought in his brain. Then he quickly snaps to when he realizes the distance between you two is slowly closing. He wills his legs to work and, when they do, he rushes off in a random direction. One that will hopefully allow him freedom or a moment’s salvation.

You groan when he runs off again, it was getting quite annoying and each time he ran it made you want to immobilize him. You snicker at the thought, but since you have no desire to traumatize him, more than you already have, you decide against such an idea. You stalk after him, taking your time as you knew he was likely lost in the maze of a house you own. Your throat vibrates as you begin to hum, a tune much too joyful for the present time. You hear Anthony crack open the door to the left wing of your house, well it isn’t actually your house, but does that really matter?

Anthony closes the heavy mahogany door behind him and wince at the loud slam it releases. He wrings his hands together and begins to walk down the darkened hallway, he’s never seen this part of the house before, it’s all worn down. He exhales and continues walking, his eyes glancing around his surroundings and taking in the strange decorations hanging up. Some of them seem entirely too old for such a modern house, some seem to be straight from the eighteenth century.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on your strange interior choices, as he hears the mahogany doors creak open and slam shut. His hearts begins to race, once more, and he knows you’re near. He fears that he might never escape and that you would catch him. He’s so scared, so frightened. He doesn’t know what to do, should he run or should he hide?

(I know everyone voted yes go back to my old style, but I didn’t know how else to write this oneshot. Don’t worry though, I’ll still listen to you guys and will continue writing in my old style, but I might also write this way.)

(Hope you enjoyed and hopefully you guys are excited for the next part!)

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(Don’t worry, I’m going to post all three (or two) endings, I just need to know which one you want first.)

(Expect another post around 12:30 this afternoon)

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