#he’d rather be alone

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 76

Both worlds are different dimensions.

Danny has always had a mark one that was a clear (shape/animal/hero symbol/whatever) on his wrist. Since the day he was born. His parents always just told him it made him even more special.

The nasty burger explosion happens.

He can’t go to vlad so he hides in the realm. Only to fall through a natural portal.

It’s then the mark gains colors.

Danny realizes the marks are soul-marks in this dimension. I prefer parental marks so that’s what the rest of my idea is for but it could be romantic/platonic as well.

Danny who just lost his entire family and feels completely at fault just says nope. he won’t risk it being a thing. It’s not even his home dimension anyways. So like it won’t match anybody anyways. Right?

So he hides the mark and just goes about life as a homeless teen with superpowers.

He’s not out looking to be a vigilante but if something is happening infringe of him and no one else is acting he will.

One day he gets caught in a bad fight. Ends up injured probably helping someone else not get hurt.

It’s then the soul mark is revealed to be for *insert dc character name here*

For some angst. Danny was original born in the dc. When a mark blackens it means the other person is dead. Or in this case separated by different dimensions. So for a year or two the other person had there marked colored only. Then Danny “died”.

The other person thought he was dead.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #soulmarks #parental soulmate #just imagine thinking someone was dead for 10+ years #just for them to be alive #Danny just isn’t here for it #he’d rather be alone #to bad dc characters are stubborn #Danny is getting a found family ark int head #hiding will get him no where #imagine it was Bruce Wayne’s and his mark has been seen before #the person who sees it just going #why is he avoiding Bruce Wayne #you know cause he is rich #or like Oliver green

[teeth-draws]

“What do you mean he’s scary!! Look at him!”

— taking artistic liberties to scrunkle the face of @shepherds-of-haven’s Blade Bronwyn - a man with 0.6% body fat lol

#shepherds of haven #if games #blade bronwyn #this is mc privelage at work #hc mcs but especially the ladies are like no he’s fine!! look he’s a lamb!! but if someone else tried this they’d get their wrists broken #being an artist (like being a writer) makes your proclivities rly obvious because in this instance you can tell that I love #babying men who could kickflip me into the sun #picking fights with famed assassins like… wow blade ur so confident for your height! and leave #blade likes girls with good hearts and Halle is not quite that but she IS an efficient worker so she always comes back with the win… #and a bunch of rescued orphans and mages and stuff it’s… not a reflection of her personality but rather her work ethic which even then #is reluctant and put-upon #she didn’t want to be a captain let alone commander she was meant to be using this gang of do-gooders to fulfil her fate and then bounce #but they’re all so wholesome and now she loves them despite her better judgement #and he’s so cute!! with his poetry and plants and the googly-eyed clam he keeps on his desk and talks to about his feelings!! #what’s a girl to do? #there’s only so strong you can be in the face of a man who tells you straight-faced he’d mcfucking die for you #talking the talk and walking the walk even to the most wary of wilderness orphans #as always blade you are a nightmare to draw I lost sleep over your skin tone #my foe of four years aka blade’s left elbow is cunningly hidden #their child would be a serious force of nature and also really tall #fanart #shoh #can you imagine the name? between austere ket names and whack mage names… #these are my parents: blade and halwendi. my name is steele mechanicus and I DONT want to talk about it #just realised that if his brother saw this shit he’d get blade stoned for being a public hussy gosh sorry better make an honest man of him #new blade hairstyle is a shaggy wolfcut bc I think it’s cute on him lmao #this is a really autistic couple honestly #not quite sure where to put his hands #like when you flip a shark upside down

[zappedbyzabka]

Sacrificial lamb and all that

#baby baby baby #He said :( #and #he said ☹️ #The way Kreese stared at him and hovered like a hungry wolf ready to pounce the whole time #the way Johnny tried not to cry and sweat and went straight into the arms of his predator like he has for YEARS #because he’d been literally in Kreese’s hands. Given to him and left with him. for YEARS. #And the way he stared up at him so desperate and melted into his grasp #let him swipe his hurting nose and obeyed when he made him do something he didn’t want to #because who else does he have. And his mom wasn’t there. and he had to go home with bruises all over him and no one #to Sid. to be mocked and laughed at some more. to cry all alone in his bed thinking about how the man he trusted and loved hurt him #And I think Kreese was more jealous. murderously so. that Johnny clearly wanted to be on good terms with LaRusso rather than so mad he lost #and by the time he realized he went too far and he lost his little champion—whom he ‘loves most besides CK’—he decided to get revenge on #Miyagi and Daniel. because it’s THEIR fault he did that to johnny in the first place. he hates them both with a passion. HE was humiliated #in front of his boy and the rest of the cobras by Miyagi. and Daniel…he changed Johnny. he practically took him away from Kreese. #Man is delusional cause that’s 10000% how he sees things #and GOD the way he begs Johnny to come back in ck. and then hurt him more because ‘thats what was best for him’ #and Johnny moves away from his touch and stares at him like an abused animal but still lets him stay #because he still loves him despite everything #he knows Kreese is in his own reality and does love him. but he realized his worth to an extent #realized its not okay for Kreese to have done all those things to him #and brainwashed him #and he was being victim blamed the whole time Kreese came back to cobra kai #I cant. #I’m SCREAMING. everything was taken from him but it was his fault because he ‘shouldnt have let Kreese come back’ #Only unobservant idiots ignore the fact that he was abused his whole life just so they can hate on him constantly. #johnny lawrence #cobra kai #karate kid #Still love Kreese though

[quietwingsinthesky]

obsessed with the idea of the doctor and the master standing together in opposition to gallifrey post-end of time. less in it being the reality of the situation, and more in it being what the master perceives it to be in the immediate aftermath of being. well. told he was going to be disposed of. the combination of that rejection with the doctor choosing him, the way that sets them up with a common enemy. but where that enemy for the master becomes gallifrey in the abstract with the council as the face of it, the doctor never sees it that way, never thinks of it as the two of them against their own world. the doctor, crucially, kept count of the children. when he saves gallifrey, it isn’t about the master at all, not to anyone but the master themself. because how are they supposed to take the doctor choosing gallifrey over them as anything other than a betrayal.

#the master and his stupid warped sense of importance to both the doctor’s choices and the universe as a whole #which is. well. i mean he’s not alone in that. the doctor has the same ideas about himself in relation to the master. and the universe. #only the universe obviously sometimes validates him because this is a story. about him. #but my point is. the master wanting gallifrey to burn post-end of time. setting up the hybrid prophecy as missy. makes sense to me. it does. #i just wish there was more. conflict to it. more to lash out at the doctor with because the master is choosing him so *why* isn’t he #choosing the master back. why is he trying to stop the hybrid plans. this is what they’re meant to *do*. this is what being on the same side #*means*. that there must be an opposition and that opposition must be gallifrey as a whole. because in that most crucial moment the master #got hurt. and time echoed back because of what the council did to make it so he’d been hurting his entire life. just so they could use him. #you get it? you get it. my fucked up raccoon of a man she has so many issues. #it’s just such a fascinating concept to me because that is still *gallifrey*. that’s still his home. the master is not heartless. #when he tries to connect with the doctor he does it to references to gallifrey’s physical features. this is a place he mourned you know? #in his way. so. you know. how do you look at your home and want it to burn right? how far do things have to escalate that you’d rather it be #ash than a place to go back to. and how do you deal with pushing forward with this plan. when you thought you wouldn’t have to push it alone #like for one minute there they were really truly on the same side. their own side. and then they weren’t. and no one told the master that #they weren’t anymore until she got punched in the head by that knowledge. you know? #rambling again im so sorry #doctor who #thoschei #the doctor #the master

[ickypuppi3]

billy when he has to watch over the party

#billy hargrove #s2 vibes #i like to think that steve would always take billy’s side too #‘billy told us to shut the fuck up’ #steve: ok and did you #just steve and billy being the worst ‘babysitters’ ever #because billy hates teenagers #and steve just isn’t great at it full stop #yk canon #because he’d rather be literally anywhere else #(alone with billy) #is it mean if i say i wanna see him make mike cry #just a little bit yk #i think it would be character building

[dutybcrne]

The most openly bratty/fussy Alhaitham anyone can ever get is when he is sick, send tweet-

#hc; alhaitham #//He feels so gross & icky; everything & anything gets So overwhelming; he LOATHES getting sick so much #//WILL make it anyone’s problem if they try pushing him for whatever reason; even if he’s the slightest bit sick #//The only person he’d actively try NOT to ‘inconvenience’ is Kaveh #//But that’s bc he’s WELL aware Kaveh would try & make him being sick his business anyways if he found out #//Even if Haitham would rather he not—bc he knows 1) Kav’s got a lot on his plate & 2) Kav WILL get sick in the process #//Kav surprisingly does Not get whiney or anything when sick—rather; mans LOCKS TF IN #//He got so used to being alone and taking care of himself; mans would NOT ask for help until he is practically passing tf out #//And even THEN it’s begging whoever caught him to finish his task for him; not asking to be taken care of. Would be MORTIFIED if sb did #hc; kaveh #//Bc that’s there now jfbfb #//ANYWHO back on subject #//Haitham gets VERY clingy when sick. VERY clingy; VERY dependent and Vulnerable #//Around his trusted people; anyways #//But ye—if you’re friends; chances are he WILL hunt you down first above all when sick; esp if he had to go in for work #//And he WILL need a little help and attention; any and all of it that can be spared #//Or at the very least suggestions to help with the Ick until they are free to help him more #//In my mind's eye; Nahida is his most sought out friend in such times #//He'd curl up in the Sanctuary of Surasthana and nap the day away the Instant he gets inside. Esp bc she’d never turn him away #//She’d be fucken ECSTATIC to have him there; even make him a nice little place to sleep & everything; dim the lights & not let ANYONE in #//Best of all; she can’t get sick (by regular means) so she’s p safe. He wouldn't be as worried abt her catching anything he'd got #//Would dote so much on him; he’s like a baby brother to her #//Everyone in the rescue squad is basically just as well family to her too #//But he’s her favorite #//dendro god’s specialest boi (after Wanderer; ofc) #//Shh; no one tell the others jdhfbf #hc; nahida #//Whoop there’s that too hebfb

[rainbowrobin]

time loops are something that can be so special

#happy death day. palm springs. the movies that you are….. #tree falling in love but carter keeps forgetting? kms. her killing herself bc if she lived the loop he’d die? kms. #nyles I’d rather die with you than live alone forever? kms. #LIKE BFFRRRRRRRRRRR #girls when the time loops: #ndbdhbh$/$:$288n$dndnsjso

[asachuu]

That moment when you’re writing something quite positive as a totally informal manga reaction, skipping over one single small visual detail because it was both so insignificant you didn’t even notice it at first, and it would also contextually be so heavily overshadowed by something far more important everywhere around it, only to log on somewhere one fateful day and see that it is precisely said detail which has become gospel, despite the fact that it makes rather little sense in canon.

Ah well, I say as if I were to let it go, knowing very well the tags will be another literary work again.

#I’m not going to rant about it BUT #yes this is about the flashbacks in the last Fifteen manga chapter #specifically that one panel of Paul and Arthur looking rather…close #I don’t even want to bother saying much because of everything surrounding it and how much it wouldn’t matter one way or the other #though I’m very confused as to why it’s Paul reaching out to Arthur and not the opposite #only one of the two canonically hated the other at the time and I’m not sure if he’d want to be anyhow physically intimate yk #unless it’s a visual representation of how Arthur was thinking about their relationship the whole time given the following panel #but yeah I’m not going to look into this because it’s not worth my energy #I’ve already said I’m not opposed to the manga flashbacks at all and I believe they speak for me here #I won’t be stopping anyone from fishing out Rimlaine stuff in the middle of a flashback literally about #how Arthur was actually alone in thinking about them as close friends the whole time #so long as all that outside context is right on display for anyone to see and make up their own mind I’ll let it go #because I’d just be repeating what’s right there already #bungou stray dogs #bsd fifteen #bsd arthur rimbaud #randou #bsd paul verlaine #bsd manga #asachuu

[chryzure]

man-soo going “oh, i didn’t throw myself in the way to save you obvi. i tripped on a rock. that’s how i got on top of you.” and the fact that he saw ha-ram got a scratch on her hand and he almost threw up because he failed to keep her entirely safe.

#memorie.txt #SECOND MALE LEAD SYNDROME IS CRAZY RN. it’s okay man-soo i can kiss you… #(says this but knows he’d rather die alone than to be apart from ha-ram 😭)

[spookyboywhump]

It's very funny to me that Nicholas has successfully manipulated multiple people into loving him but Wren is just absolutely not having any of it.

He just hasn’t had enough time alone with him :)

#I like thinking about how he successfully manipulated Alexei into loving him #because Alexei simply. had no other choice. #he entirely belonged to Nicholas and Nicholas never ever leant him out to other people he was always very possessive of him around others #well. there was one occasion he let some others have a go at him. but aside from that #if he wanted to be treated kindly then it would /have/ to come from him #Alexei went in thinking he’d rather die than let that happen #only to discover he really. really didn’t want to die. #and he was /going/ to die if he kept resisting him #he hates himself so much for giving up and letting himself believe it #Nicholas hasn’t had as much time alone with Wren :) #not enough time to isolate him :) #he likes making himself the only option for kindness and comfort that a pet has to look forward to #but wren has Zander and he considers Cain’s treatment of him to be better than being around Nicholas #even in the bad timeline cain takes to comforting him at times #wren got very very lucky :) #anonymous

[biantianyang]

bian tianyang interview with SHIMO时髦青年

#google translate summary: #he’d describe his personality in a word as funny/outgoing #his friends (?) call him bian bian or yang yang #gu ran was the only character he auditioned for #he admires gu ran’s firmness toward a goal #he prefers taking photos rather than having them taken of him (and also doesn’t like taking selfies) #when he’s alone he plays games watches dramas and listens to music #he doesn’t think he’s fully at his ideal self yet bc he believes his acting skills could improve #ok that’s it some parts weren’t making sense thru translate this might and probably isn’t entirely accurate etc. loll #bian tianyang #bian tian yang #biantianyang #边天扬 #邊天揚 #video #when i fly towards you

[ulforcev-dramon]

Now we just have to wait for the Primal video game to fix this bullshit like we did with Samurai Jack.

i actually had no idea they retconned the samjack ending with the game, so I just watched it and have pretty mixed feelings about it

don’t get me wrong, it’s nice the samjack end was fixed regarding Ashi! absolutely better than what we got at the end of s5

buuuuut wrt Primal specifically, I think I’d rather he just leave it alone, personally. he had the chance for a satisfying ending and he blew it. i don’t think a retcon can undo the special form of bizarre disappointment S2 Ep10 gave, there’s no element of surprise or shock left even for the story elements that could have been done well. i’ll be going into it with bitterness, basically, so a retcon will only have everything going against it from the getgo.

#idk might be an unpopular response but the game looks. Bad. so having the better end walled off behind it just feels like #somehow even worse/more bitter on some level #u know? #like primal’s ending was bungled bad enough—unless the game looks and plays monumentally better than samjack’s then i think i’d rather #he just Not #neologisms #(THAT SAID if the game looked felt and played well? hell yea! but if we are talking samjack game quality for a fixed ending I’m Out) #(i do feel like he’d have to also completely change the ending… make it something New (if even possible by now) in order to surprise again) #primal #primal spoilers #who knows tho maybe in 6 months or a year i’ll feel different #what i really wish had happened was ep 5 was nixed and all the current eps were brought forward by 1 #break the final ep into 2 parts: first part spear’s flashback and his integration into Mira’s home #part 2 great big episode-long fight that’s more climactic than the Mad Sauropod ep #i won’t say one way or another what spear’s fate should or shouldn’t be because i feel that alone wasn’t the damning part of ep10 #just… (gestures vaguely to the whole episode) everything else #actually what i had totally expected was at least 3 seasons ill be totally real with you #the fact i didnt expect a series finale also threw me off and compounded all the bizarre pacing issues and story choices #im just baffled that every single other fight in the series felt higher-stakes and more cinematic than the Series’ Final Fight.

[postmortemnivis]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her.

simon really meant it, every bit of it, he’d come back to you somehow. he would find his way back to you. wether it was walking through the front door quietly not to wake you up in the middle of the night or cold in a coffin. he’d rather have you hold his dead body than not to have you touch his skin ever again.

that’s what simon was thinking about as his ear ringed so loud he couldn’t focus on his surroundings. he looked up at the sky, so blue it almost didn’t feel right. why so blue when so much blood was being shed?

he occasionally would feel the ground he was laying on tremble, maybe a hand grenade, maybe a body falling next to his. the smell of gunpowder filled his covered nostrils and he could feel his lungs collapsing on themselves from the thickness of the air he was breathing. his eyes weren’t doing good either, filled with dust and sand from the dry earth.

it took him a few more seconds to focus his eyes on something, something that possibly wasn’t moving, his head spinning each time he tried to sit up. something was weighting on his legs, holding him down. he struggled to raise his torso and groaned at the sight of a large body blocking him. he let himself fall back down.

he was ready to go, a sharp pain to his side telling him he wouldn’t last long alone. he’d been through worse, way worse, the scar provided by the meat hook was proof of that, but something was telling him this was as bad. he was ready to go.

the only thing he could think about in his last moments was you. he thought he could see glimpses of you, maybe your hair in the corner of his eyes or he’d hear your laugh as another fire shooting started. his eyes searched for you frantically. he wanted to tell you to leave immediately, scream it at the top of his lungs, but his voice was caught in his throat and you weren’t really there. his mind just playing cruel tricks on him.

your name was repeated like a mantra in his head, repeating it so many times it almost lost a meaning. almost. a prayer, a chant. he sure needed to pray, for you.

he had been shelving the thought that tormented him for months. he wanted to go and confess his sins, he almost felt the need, his palms itching with haste anytime he thought about it. years had passed since the last time he had set foot in a church, so many that he had almost forgotten the reason for the visit. the ghosts of the past never abandon you, especially if they are people you love, especially if they are family, the innocent. its always the innocent who pay the highest price.

‘i wonder what she’s doing now, who’s gonna knock on her door and tell her im gone.’ he thought. ‘hopefully price. he’s the one with tact and the most considerate. he’ll help her when i’m gone, keep an eye on her.’

the sweet smell of your hair replaced for a moment the one of blood and gunpowder, your laughter still echoing in his ears. he pictured your sweet face and big innocent eyes looking up at him.

“promise me something?”

“mhm?” he hummed, surprised you were still up. his hand hadn’t stopped caressing your hair since you laid down on his chest, your hand resting on his collarbone as your ear listened to his calm heartbeat. “yeah, anything.”

“promise me you’ll always come back.” you whispered in the dark room. “promise me, simon.”

he nodded, taken aback by your request. you weren’t the fondest of his job, he knew it, he hated to concern you like he did.

“yes.”

“promise.” you urged. “please.”

he bent his head down and kissed the top of yours, his arm sliding down your back and drawing you closer by your waist. “i will, love. i’ll always come back to you.”

you sighed, the knot of thoughts in your worried head began to untie. “mh.”

“better now?” he softly asked. his voice was hoarse from his constant shouting orders at the obstreperous recruits. you gave a short nod. “i mean it.”

he groaned as he managed to get the body off of himself, struggling to get on his knees.

fucks sake, he couldn’t let you live with him gone like this. it was selfish of him to leave you in such an abrupt way, really. he tried to push away the image of you opening the door to find price with a carton box filled with simons stuff from the barracks with the balaclava and skull mask on top and your knees hitting the floor before he could even say anything.

his legs didn’t feel like they could hold his weight up, he immediately fell to his knees as he heard another rapid fire too near him for his liking. his gun was long gone, he had to manage to survive alone, again.

“crawlin’ it is.” he breathed as he started to drag his tired body with the strength of his arms alone. you had always praised his strength: he could lift you with one arm alone, you loved to be held and hold on to his arm anywhere and at anytime. that was the main reason he always pushed for more while training, and the motivation your sweet compliments always gave him now were gonna save his life. he made a mental note to kiss and hold you a little longer and tighter if he ever made it home alive.

he could see the building his team was supposed to meet up in case things got bad. it looked so far away that it was alarmingly close. maybe it was just his messed up vision, a mirage, but he could swear he saw you from a window looking at him, urgently motioning him to come.

he brought the thick balaclava above his nose so he could breathe better and as enemy gunfire continued to flow, he kept his head low as he moved dead bodies from his way.

he could hear your voice calling for him and he wanted to call you for you back, but the noises of the battlefield were hurrying him to get to the safe zone first.

he stumbled by the door as he brought himself up, one hand stabilizing him as he held on to the doorframe as the other went to press on his wound.

“lt!” johnnys voice called before he rushed to help him. “ye cheeky bastard, i told them not to leave yet, to wait for ye.”

“gaz saw you get shot.” price swung simon’s arm over his shoulder in order to help him to the nearest table, where he laid down.

“he saw that right.” simon bit the inside of his cheek as price inspected his wound, pressing on it. “is he a‘ight?”

“he’s fine, hit his head but had his helmet on, he’s getting checked out by the medics.” price informed him as simon winced at the sharp pain. “there’s at least two bullets in here, didn’t pass through, stuck.”

“just take ‘em the fuck out.” simon groaned. “how’s it lookin’?”

“you’ll live.” price patted his shoulder in comfort before he went to call a medic.

“we really thought we’d lost ye there, lt.” johnny’s face was glowing with sweat and blood, the black war paint smudged messily all around his face and his mohawk dusted.

“helicopter’s leaving in thirty, boys!” price’s baritone voice called from the other room.

simon scoffed, sighing and closing his eyes, finally letting himself relax as your figure started to fade from the corner of the room where it’d been standing, silently looking at him. “won’t lose me, can’t wait to go home, johnny.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simons a loverboy at heart #simon is not ghost

[dante-mightdie]

jealous!toxic!ghost and prices daughter pt. 2

every time simon has seen you since you found out about him sleeping with other people, you’ve been sulky and pouty with him. you still let him shag you but you also try and pick fights with him…

which he shuts down instantly…

“so what if I shagged her? ‘m a grown man and I can do what I want so pack it in…” he’d spit as he throws his shirt on, leaving you to wallow with the covers pulled over you and your arms crossed over your chest

few months later and your father is being awarded with a medal and wants everyone there to celebrate. simon can see you, all prettied up with a dress that price definitely bought you for the occasion

his hand on the small of your back as he introduces his pride and joy to his colleagues and soldiers. doesn’t miss the way that Alex fucking Keller raises your hand to his lips as he introduces himself, a cheeky grin on his face as he watches you blush

simon originally planned on pulling you to the bathroom for a shag if he got bored enough at the event but he can’t even seem to get a second of your attention because you’ve been hanging off of Alex’s arm for most of the night

“gonna let him touch your daughter like tha’?” simon asks price as they stand at the bar, narrows his gaze as he watches Alex take you to the dancefloor, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist and holding you flush against him

price flicks his eyes over to you before shrugging his shoulders, “Alex is a good lad. I’d rather she spends time with him instead of that little prick she’s been crying over.”

simon only grunts in response, raising his glass to his lips before taking a sip of his bourbon

he corners you outside the bathroom an hour later so he can finally speak to you alone, “you get tarted up for all your dad’s soldiers then?” he says, placing one hand on the wall and towering over you

“excuse me?” you spit, trying to push past him but he just pushes himself right up against you, caging you in

“you heard me, sweetheart. you gonna let him touch what’s mine?” he says with a hum at the end, taking one hand up to pinch your cheek, making you scowl at him

“I don’t belong to you, simon. now, leave me alone or I’ll tell my dad what you did.” you say without a single falter in your tone before slipping under his arm and stomping off, your heels clicking against the marble floor

he spends the rest of the night watching you with a mean look on his face, even telling soap to fuck off when he tried to talk to him

an ugly feeling creeps up in his chest as he watches you trace the tattoos on Alex’s arm with a fascinated look in your eye, fawning over how cool they are

feels like kicking himself when he remembers how you used to try and ask about his tattoos only to be shoved off of him, his harsh tone telling you not to touch him

#mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[dutybcrne]

Even without his Vision, Kaeya is not wholly helpless.

If there was one thing he could appreciate about his father, it’s that the man raised him with full knowledge of self-defense as a child. He needed to be able to handle himself should they ever be separated, after all. Especially when it came to any Abyssal creatures they might face, or otherwise any hostile people they may encounter.

He knew all the best places to drive in a knife, what tendons to cut, how to best blind an opponent, and creatively so at that. He knew how to set traps and buy himself a precious few seconds more, how to use those said seconds in a fraction of that time. He knew how to use an opponent’s physical strength against them, how to counter someone with a Vision/elemental energy usage as best he could. To not let himself get caught so off guard no matter what, bc the moment that control was wrenched away from him, his disadvantages would be nigh insurmountable.

The man taught him to harness Abyssal energy, using a small fraction of it—no more than that, his father made him promise; never more than the necessary—to make swift little jumps through space, even to facilitate escape or victory, whichever he’d choose. In time, he would have taught him to use the elements through it too, as many Abyssal beings had done, as a particular last resort, but having been left to the Ragnvindrs’ care, he never got the chance.

Though it didn’t stop Kaeya from trying. Not wanting to be left behind after Diluc had gotten his Vision and wanting to be useful to him as his right hand, he tried his best at figuring it all out. Felt it tug at something deep inside him like a tether each time he tried, failing just as many, only managing the all too familiar wisps of Abyssal energy he was more familiar with. It was through encountering an Abyss Mage and coming in contact with the ice it conjured that he finally got a better grasp at what to do.

Only for him to realize each conjure of Abyssal energy-infused ice was nothing short of painful each time, the energy within him thrumming so much amid the curse he already bore as a Khaenri’ahn, so much so, it would frighten and dissuade him from using those abilities anyway. For a short time, at least, until he realized how well it helped in a pinch. Still, he became far more wary. Even with his desperation to try and catch up to Diluc, his father’s warning against abusing the Abyssal energy coursing within him burning brighter in mind with every use. Especially when a Pyro Abyss mage lingering about a domain tried to call his attention after he’d been pushed to use that power.

Nothing good would come out of using such an ability, he’d decided then—keeping to the bare minimum, like his father wanted would be best. He wouldn’t want to be so marked by the Abyss otherwise. Wouldn’t want to increase the risk of his attempts and powers being found out, certainly not by the family that had taken him in.

Is it any wonder he was so horrified to find it was a Cryo Vision that had come to him that fateful night?

#hc; kaeya #//Eh; shit pertaining to my Kae #long post for ts #//After Luc left; he did start using those powers again #//At first; it was more rather self-destructively #//Both in deliberately bc 1) he didn’t wanna even Touch his Vision & still fought as a knight as though he did—luckily having same element #//Even killed Eroch himself after revealing his heritage and power to the man—which he was deffo NOT proud of #//Didn’t realize how bad the abyssal energy would influence his emotional state to a crueler anger and vindictiveness #//As far as anyone knows; an Abyss Mage killed him—Kae bears that secret with Varka alone; tho the man doesn’t know abt the Abyss energy #//As far as Varka knows; Kae accidentally avenged Crepus via a Vision misfire in the midst of confronting the man #//And 2) unconsciously; when he’d end up freezing things when upset even when he’d thrown his Vision across the room #//It scared him a lot; since he wondered if that meant Abyssal beings could locate him easier. And thus risk everyone at the Winery #//But then the real kicker came when he realized the Reverse could be true #//And thus decided he would use his whole connection with Abyssal energy to track them all down & kill em #//Worked beautifully ever since; finding use in that to HELP Mond; not jeopardize his home #//The practicality of it was quite handy #//Up until he started sensing that energy off the Traveler—BUT he let that slide when he realized they didn’t change for the worse #//Plus he trusted them—surely they couldn’t be up to anything BAD. His judge of character isn’t THAT bad! #//Does become a bit wary after meeting Dain with them tho—bc now he worries if they could sense anything off abt HIM #//Idk; might go back and edit but ye. This is canon to my Kae #//One can tell the diff btw his vision made ice and Abyssal energy tainted based on body reactions #//A more pronounced lingering numbness and a /gnawing/ feeling in the wound is typically Abyssal-infused ice #//Appearance wise; if the ice is murkier in color; almost like something darker is inside it…yeah. It’s easier to note with a keener eye #//Or elemental sight—the difference is quite stark through that #//which if brought up; he will either gaslight tf outta them that THEY’RE sick or smth; or attribute it to a previous Abyss mage encounter

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just thinking abt older miguel x younger reader (smut 17+)

age gap! dark concept!

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

you’re his best friend’s daughter, who he watched grow from an awkward teen to a young woman.

until puberty hit, and everything changed. no longer wanting to be around miguel or your father, prancing around like you’re better than that – than hanging out with family.

you grew up much faster than he’d hoped you would and sooner rather than later he’s loosing you to parties and dumb college boys (not like you were ever actually his) that he obviously thinks aren’t good enough.

no more wanting to spend Friday evenings snuggled on the couch, watching a scary movie. no more splashing around in his pool, shrieking out when he tosses you from the ladder. it all came to a stop.

you smiling at him or wishing him a good day coming to a halt, and he begins hearing your father complain of your behavior almost everyday. he’s getting sick of it, wishing you’d just be a good girl again. he tried to tell your father that you need punished, but he’s not having it – he swears it won’t do any good. that you’ve grown up too much.

miguel isn’t oblivious to what a young woman in college does. he was your age once, he knows. knows that your frame filled out, and that your legs grew longer, eyes got shiner, pouty lips got poutier. he just tries not to think too hard about how other men know that as well. and don’t get miguel wrong either – he feels like a creep for staring too long, looking where he shouldn’t. you look up to him.

or atleast you did.

but he’s also not an idiot, and he knows that when he’s not looking at you – you’re looking at him. chewing your lip, thinking things you probably shouldn’t, because that would just be wrong. it would be so so wrong.

it’s miguel who knows that it will do good. a simple plan really, to catch you alone, corner you and scare you into being a better daughter. miguel knows he’s a scary guy, that not even you can see past.

a late evening, one where your father is working late, and you don’t have to study. miguel is going to do it then, slipping in through the front door quietly, padding up the stairs to your bedroom.

that’s when he sees you doing something you definitely shouldn’t be.

your bedroom door is cracked, because you think you’re alone, and it’s just enough for him to see you – pillow lodged between your thighs, face screwed tight in pleasure, hips jumping and squirming. Your shirt is longer than it should be, but it’s caught on the curve of your bare ass, revealing it to his wide eyes.

He knows he should just silently retreat, go home and try to pretend like this hasn’t happened, he really does know it. but he stays put.

in a trance, length growing hard in his boxers with every stupid little incoherent plead you let out, squeaking and whining. you’re begging into the air, please wanna cum, please please. frail frame shaking and twitching. he just can’t seem to stop watching, drool pooling at the back of his throat, swallowing thickly.

you gasp out, thighs clamping tighter around the pillow, clearly approaching an orgasm, but you force yourself to stop, chewing your bottom lip. miguel thinks for a moment that maybe you can see him somehow, but that thought diminishes when you toss the pillow to the floor, falling forward, pressing your face into the mattress, legs spread wide, ass high in the air.

he can’t breathe when he sees it – your soaking pussy, screaming for him, creamy and puffy as if you’ve been at for hours.

you slip two fingers in your hole, moaning out, toes curling. the noises you make when you start thrusting your small fingers in and out, gushy and obscenely loud, make him hot. sweat building at his hairline, cock twitching in his pants.

and as if it can’t get any worse, you say it. what he’d been imagining you do.

“miguel please, need it so bad mi vida” you croon, muffled by the bed sheets, but clear as day in his ears.

“hmmm what does my sweet girl need” he coos, clicking his toungue, sucking a breath between his teeth to suffice the nerves building in his stomach.

you pause, face twisting around to see him as he trudges into your room, glowering down at you with shame. your pussy clenches around your fingers, wetness seeping out around the knuckle, and you whine.

your fingers spread your folds, letting him see your greedy hole as his hands come to spread your cheeks, shuddering at the sight up close.

“want you to fuck me, want it so so bad”

he hums, fingers ghosting over your slit, flicking your clit “since you’re begging so sweetly” he smirks.

you behave better the next day.

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚. severely unedited! pt.2 here

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