#he'll pity him he'll wonder if there was something more he could have done he'll sympathize

[konigsblog]

simon riley cheated on you.

(WARNING; suicide, self harm.)

you stand in the doorway, out of their view as you watched as he kissed her, fingers wandering over nubs. your heart aches, throbs, feeling a stray tear drip down your cheek. walking away from the doorway as you believed you'd seen enough, abandoning the man who onced cherished you.

some of your belongings are in the bathroom, you throw a few essentials, such as; a toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush and deodorant. you're quiet as you sob, looking in the mirror and walking down the stairs slowly, my eyes watery and glistening, blurry as you nearly lose balance.

you'll come back for the rest of your stuff, instead, tonight you'll be staying at a friend's house, leaving nothing but a note saying that it's over between you two and what you'd saw broke you. you hoped he'd drop your stuff off without a word, no more than the footsteps against cobblestone, yet, you know he'll put up a fight and attempt to win you over - a flower bouquet in his large hands, tears falling down his cheeks while he'd guilt trip you into loving him again.

“jesus christ.”

it's too late to turn back now, the car's engine starts and you speed away without a look back. the woman - half naked and bare - stands behind him, frightened and clinging to his muscular arm before he shoves her off and yells for her to leave. he knows what he's done; he's lost his one and only, his shadow, his other half, and the one who mended his heart. only for him to love on other women, expressing his desire to not you, but her.

the drive there is silent. the radio quiet and blaring in your ears, wet eyes and swollen lips. you imagine all the things he'd to to her - stuff he'd done to you - was it worth it? was it worth the risk of your relationship, debating throwing the golden ring on the floor and calling off the marriage.

you don't answer.

not the calls, the texts, voicemails, anything. it's all muted before you decide to turn off my phone completely 'til you arrive at your friend's house. she'd be disappointed, she'd be shocked and angered, fuck, she'd probably threaten him. but, a frail woman like her couldn't beat off a brute man like him, military service. your phone lights up once more before tossed in the backseat.

... eventually, its the next day. 56 messages, 39 calls...

sending him a text to meet up at his house on sunday, for a chat. an impeding doom waiting. it's awkward as hs attempts to flirt and win you over, comments that would've had you on your knees instead had you cringing and shuffling away, inching away from the man you'd once loved.

“stop it. for god sake, stop beating around the bush, simon. you know what you did.”

his gaze hardens before softening as he begins sobbing uncontrollably. he needs your tender touch and encouragement, to wake up beside you and kiss you a good morning.

he knows what he'd do without you, and it would end in him buried six feet under, with you visiting his grave and wondering if you should've left him. it's not all for pity, it's out of weakness; being without you could mean a possible entirety without your love, and your love was what fixed his cold, broken heart.

yet, you put yourself first. “no, simon, we're not doing this. you'd promised me anything, love, love was everything i needed, and you couldn't provide that for me. i don't think we're soulmates. no, i really don't. soulmates wouldn't betray one another like this, simon.” you watch as his expression contorts into desperate and fear, hand shaking rapidly as he attempts to grab your smaller hand. “sweetheart- please, ya' have to understand, it was a mistake!” the nickname makes your skin crawl, snatching your hand from his as you go upstairs to grab the rest of your belongings.

while upstairs, you find something on your hand that you didn't notice before... you can feel as you heart shatters, the knife finally pulled from your heart, aching. it was a ring, but not just any ring, not a wedding ring either - it was his mother's ring, something she'd given him before she passed, the only thing he had left of her. he'd given it to you, telling you to keep it, it was something special, intimate, a vulnerable feeling simon wasn't familiar with.

knowing how he truly trusted you had your head spinning, almost fainting before sitting down and toying with the jewellery. you blocked out his desperate cries, pleads, ignoring him as you stood up and grabbed the few stuff you'd had left. “p-please, baby- i'm sorry. i can't do this without you!” simon weeped, his face was tearstained, ruined. his wrists had red lines across them which made you sob harder, knowing how he'd struggle and struggle again, yet the permanent feeling of betrayal tore you two apart.

you stood at his front door, he followed like a lost puppy. you slid the ring off, holding it delicately in your soft hands before handing it him. “i'm sorry, simon. please find someone to give this to, someone who's made for you, that you'll love fully.” although you knew you and him were nothing without eachother, you couldn't, you couldn't just stay. the warm gold ring had laid flat in his hands, the carved name of his mother inside.

simon gulped, refusing to look into your eyes that showed the adoration you had for him one last time. it was too horrible to imagine a world without you, were peace was no longer, fear and anxiety would skyrocket.

nightmares were he'd cuddle into you, instead replaced with cold showers, his eyes wide open as the blood trails down his forearms. a warm tear would continue flowing, mixed with the freezing water.

he had no one to stop himself from doing stupid things that would result in permanent damages. his life on the line, especially when he had the muzzle of a gun pressed against his forehead, aiming it before pulling down hard on the trigger.

guts, blood, crimson...

the colour crimson was his favourite to see you in. a long flowy dress, red. yet now, he couldn't imagine ever enjoying it. seeing it run down his skin and coat the wall behind him, blowing his brains out with a simple movement.

the ring, the ring both you and his mother had wore, was on his finger, stained with his blood as lost his conscious, meeting his mother once again, knowing how she's shun him for doing what he'd done to the love of his life. would she forgive him?

simon riley - the already dead man - six feet under, buried like he was decades ago, and you, mourning what you two could've been.

#shit posting at 7am #is this even good? 😵‍💫 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost simon riley #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #orla speaks #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare ii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod imagine

[enigmatist17]

His skin is still sizzling when there's the sound of someone running towards Astarion.

It's been a few short minutes since Astarion had been forced to run for cover, the sun he'd come to love dearly now deadly with the last squirms of the tadpole that perished with its maker. He'd managed to find cover behind some crates, and failed to bite back pained whimpers as he struggled not to claw at himself.

"I have you, I have you." Blinded eyes frantically dart towards the direction of a familiar deep voice, and a cool hand cups the side of the spawns face. "You're safe, it's alright."

"It hurts..." It's such a pitiful whimper, but given the fact that at any moment he could harm himself with a mere tug, it seemed appropriate.

"Not for much longer." Gale's reassurance is all Astarion needs to hear, so for the moment he focuses on his breathing. It's not needed for what he is, but the motions have done wonders for his frazzled nerves since he was taught what felt like only yesterday, so in and out the air goes through a dead heart until Shadowheart kneels beside him. She does her best to heal the worst of it, burned skin turning from ashen grey slowly back to its normal pale shade, or at least parts of him anyways. He's still quite blind much to his disappointment, but the knowledge that Tav is nearby is a comfort, no matter how small.

"You'll need blood for the rest of this, I can't fix much more."

"I suppose I could do the rest of this myself." Astarion sniffs, and the cleric rolls her eyes in exasperation.

"Come on, there's a building not far from here that's still standing." Tav seems to have come from nowhere, draping a cloak the group was sure they had sold a while ago over the vampire. "This is the thickest one I had."

"Tav, darling, did I ever tell you how much I adore your little hoarding habit?" There's a snort as Astarion does his best to drape the heavy fabric around himself, grateful Gale is there to make sure it's done properly. They can hear the distant cries of citizens all over as they hurry towards the building, some sort of warehouse that is empty as Halsin wrenches the door open, only to pause with everyone else when vampire knowledge pops into their minds.

"I've never dealt with a vampire, but you're invited inside?" Shadowheart winced at how awkward she sounded, but for now Astarion doesn't tease, carefully reaching into the building and luckily finding no resistance. With that he's rushed inside, and there's a collective sigh as the tension of his potential demise is warded away.

"While it's not the hall of celebration I would have chosen, it will do." Jaheria hummed as she looked around, Minsc hovering by her side as always. "Let's go see if we can find some ale, I could do with a drink."

"Minsc and Boo approve of this idea!" The ranger grinned, and the duo set off while Halsin starts picking up fallen over tables and chairs.

"Where are we?" Astarion winces as he's set onto a chair, his back aching something fierce as he can hear random scraping of furniture.

"A warehouse, it'll do for now." Gale pats his leg, and Astarion can hear the humming of the Weave as Gale begins to do...something, if Shadowheart's soft sigh of awe said anything. "If we're to celebrate, it should at least look nice."

"I think he'll approve." Tav's footsteps are familiar to Astarion, the spawn tracking them go all around the room before eventually coming to sit beside him. "So, lets get you feeling a little bit better."

"Darling, I'm flattered." He can smell the soot from battle on Tav's barren arm that's soon placed in his hands, warm blood singing with the fury of a battle hard fought. The feeling seeps into his veins the moment Astarion bites down, each beat of Tav's heart fixing torn skin and making burns fade from view, the hero's smiling face emerging from his temporary blindness.

"There they are, I was missing that ruby gaze." Gale chuckled to himself, the basic bench Tav had been sitting on changing to marble with a plush cushion to catch their leader when they sink back with a pleased sigh.

"Silver tongue." With a kiss, Tav's arm is released, and the warm cloak is shed and placed over the other with a soft smile. "Thank you dear."

"Mhm..." Astarion can't help but gently pat the top of Tav's head, running his fingers through their soft hair before pulling back and carefully stretching his arms. His skin doesn't protest the movement, and the fear in his back of his mind melts away as he joins Gale at the closest table, and for a moment he takes in the first time they've had some actual peace.

No more rushing from battle to battle, no more chasing down the Absolute, no more fretting over saving the city.

Just peace.

"You'll walk in the sun again." Ruby eyes flicker over at the simple statement, and Gale can see the spike of desire at the thought that fades just as quick as it appears. "Not sure how to help with the water and invitations inside, but I'm sure with enough time and wine, I can fix that as well."

"How about one thing at a time, hm?" Gale's hands had never fully regained the warmth of life after he had died what felt like ages ago, but they were still warmer than Astarion's as he takes Gale's closet hand with a gentle noise, nearly lost in the lapping water a few feet away. "Your orb is more of a priority."

"Perhaps, but I always enjoy having multiple projects." He watches the spawn press a gentle kiss to the wound on the center of his palm, and once again his heart melts. "Will you come with me to Waterdeep?"

"Are you certain you want me?" The kisses climb up his hand slowly, little cuts from battle vanishing with each one, Halsin and Shadowheart's conversation across the room a welcome lull. "I don't think I've been to Waterdeep, could be fun."

"You're always welcome." The kisses stop when Astarion looks up, and the two hold a gaze before the vampire chuckles.

"You are too sweet." Gale rolls his eyes, and it's not long before Minsc and Jaheria have returned, having somehow found some intact ale barrels and some food.

The warehouse is filled with drunken heroes before long, all of them celebrating a fight that should have been impossible after such a long journey from that crash site weeks ago. Tav in particular tires out early, laughing at a tale Jaheria is entertaining everyone with while lounging on a bed Gale formed from thin air. They're resting against said wizard as they drain their cup once more, Astarion more than happy to pour their leader more drink as he sits on their other side, laughing when Tav finally toppled over into sleep.

"Whatever shall we do with you?" The vampire helped move them into a more comfortable position, and finally settles down himself as various members settle down around the large room for a well earned nap. The beating of their hearts are a comfort as Astarion watches as one by one they slip into sleep, pressing a kiss to Gale's forehead when he's the last to join his companions with a sleepy hum.

The saviors of Baldur's Gate sleep as the city and its people face the day with relief, and it's the first time they rest with utter peace.

#personal #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #tav #bg3 tav #bloodweave #tav x gale x astarion #gn tav #shadowheart #halsin #jaheria #minsc and boo

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hello, so I know requests are closed, but I was wondering if you could do this once they're open again? Could you do a slashers with a so that suffers from an eating disorder? And they walk in and catch the reader purposely dousing their food in dish soap or something so it's inedible?

I don't know much about Ed so if I make any mistakes feel free to correct me. if something mean is said here please remember I'm writing this from the possible pov of the slashers . Also anon I really hope you're not suffering from an eating disorder and this just a request you had in your mind<333

Tw: eating disorder! Michael and bo being Michael and bo.

Slashers x reader w/ eating disorder.

Michael 🔪

Doesn't really have experience with it, he doesn't eat that much too. But will be concerned if he sees you drowning your food in dish soap.

If you tell him your reasoning, and his response? 'just stop looking at it then lol'.

Michael's insensitive and brutal, he'll just (internally) blurt out whatever he deems more logical. Even if you try to explain that's not how it works.

He's gonna lock and or put away food so you don't try to make it inedible again. (yes he cares about the food and also you.)

But he won't starve you. He wouldn't want his S/O to malnourished and become weak. (not in a pity way.) He'd try his best to make you eat at least a little bit of something.

Sinclair brothers 🕯

Bo is just really... Himself. He yanks your hand away when he sees you dose your food with inedible substance. and yells at you "what are you doing!?" you two are going to have a serious talk after that. Just really worried and angry Bo and lecturing. Knows he's not the best for these kinda situations but the most he can do is comfort you and distract you from this nightmarish hell of a disorder. He can't understand that well but tries to just for you.

Vincent is curious, are you going to eat that?? He doesn't know what to do. He quickly walks up to you and snatches the plate away from you and places it somewhere and makes a noise which sounds similar to why. After discussing your purpose to him he just hugs you tightly and brings you to his room just to chill out for a bit. He's very awkward and doesn't know how to help but he's always a good listener and follower.

Lester thought you lost it, what were you doing?? He stands over you and just says "are you going to eat that...." in the smallest and concerned voice you've ever heard him talk in. He has a sad look on his face hearing about your disorder. "I'm very glad you told me this, but please don't put bleach on your food next time." these next few days he's gonna try to raise up your self esteem and good eating schedule with all he can, even though it knows its better said than done. anything to help at least just a bit.

I'm so sorry this was so short, I can't have an idea with something I don't have experience with 💔

#michael myers x you #og michael myers #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #sinclair twins #sinclair brothers #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #slashers x you #slashers x y/n #tw eating issues #eating disoder trigger warning

[clouds-by-me]

𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

Wally x acrobat!reader

Synopsis; In which you are a Acrobat performer and have a show for the neighborhood, and all of your friends. During your act you lose something dear to you, Wally help you look for it.

cw; black intended reader, this is my first time writing for Wally or any wh characters so he may be A little OOC, slow burn(kinda?)

An; y'all I ain't got no business being up at 2am writing this, also not proof read. Im kinda worried that this idea was better off in my head, but hey, where here!

You'd practiced this time and time again, this same move that by now, you've mastered. Your performance would be something new and exciting for everyone, yourself included.

This is your first ever preference and you were heavily determined to make sure that everything was perfect. No slip ups, no falling, nothing. Despite all the help your friends were willing to put in to help you, you denied. you explained to everyone that you didn't want to spoil the performance for anyone. You practice by yourself for hours. Just so this could be the best experience for everyone. You'd stay up late nights, and wake up early mornings just so no one would see you practice. You went as far stopping your act when ever anyone walked by.

You breathed heavily, you didn't know why, but you felt nervous. the thought of messing everything up in front of everyone followed you around like a lost puppy. It was really starting to take a toll on your mental well-being, it didn't take long for you to grow paranoid of everything. You had less than five minutes before the show was scheduled to start. In the background the sun was starting to set, perfect. Just a few more minutes. With the way that everything was set up, you could easily swing, flip, twist, and do much more.

Set up a bit off of the main neighborhood you made a stage with plenty of space. The theme of your act had been gold, and Jewels. So the stage itself was beautifully done in shining trinkets, and gems decorated the stage. As guest arrived the sun set more and more over the buildings. Your friends conversation eas they waited eagerly for your performance to start.

"Hello everyone! Thank you for coming here tonight, I must say you all are looking rather lovely. This show will be starting in just a few moments, I greatly appreciate your patience."

Your voice boomed over everyone, and once they thought you were done, your friends erupted in an applause. You were no where to be found, be your friends seemed excited to know that your show would be starting soon. And not even a minute passed when the curtains opened and revealed you. There in all of your glory, wearing a outfit that dressed you beautifully in gold. you wore bracelets, anklets, earrings, rings, and necklaces. Jewels dressed you from head to toe. you shined in the lights that hung above your head. the jewelry reflected the lights in A beautiful way. Everyone started in awe at your form. Such a beautiful person.

Scanning the crowd, you quickly found your friends in the front, just where you'd preserved for them to sit. All of them shined, not only with joy, but their outfits as well. Weeks before the show you got everyone of them a tailored outfit, just for this occasion. Each one of them looked rather happy, even Frank. (Who had a small smirk of approval on his face, but he'll never admit that)

Wally, was in the front, and you could see him most clearly. He was still as charming, and captivating as ever. The two of you started at each other, silently admiring the other in complete awe. You snapped out of your trance like state, addressing all of your audience.

"Oh, I was right. You all really do look absolutely lovely."

Most of the crowd didn't react to your kind comment, only seeing it as a something small. However a blue haired male saw it something more. Afterward you began your act. With all the weeks and accessories you wore, the act was wonderful. You used rings, ropes, and your flexibility pity to wow the crowd, and it worked.

When the show ended it was long passed dark, and just about everyone was ready to go to their homes. Your friends stayed behind to congratulate you.

"Neighbor! You did great, and your outfit! It looks so pretty!" Sally happily yelled, wrapping her arms around you. You returned the hug. "Thank you." You looked happy but something was off about you, the way you were continuously looking around. Most of them didn't notice, mistaking your behavior for being tired. A round of congratulations went around before most of your friends left. Only you and your best friend remained.

"What's wrong Neighbor?" He was close, and behind a monitored voice, there was concern. "I lost my ring, and I can't find it anywhere! I looked on stage, in the grass, even places I haven't been, everywhere! And I still can't find it!" Your dam of emotions finally broke, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. You felt someone embarrassed, crying over a replaceable objet was strange. But to you, the ring held meaning, Wally noticed this before. You'd wore that same ring everyday, even if all you did was lay in bed that day.

Wally didn't exactly understand what was so important about the ring, but he knew that it was important to you, so he helped you. Wally somehow found the ring tucked away under A flower just A dew minutes after. "Your preference was amazing." He gave you the ring, slipping it safely onto your finger, while you beamed at him. He didn't have time to respond before you hugged him, and made A sound while pressing your lips to his cheek. "Thank you, have A good night Wally." You whispered In his ear, then turned away, leaving A bright red Wally in your tracks.

Maybe he wouldn't mind if you lost more things.

#x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling #black reader #reader insert #gn reader #black coded reader #welcome home #welcome home wally #wally x reader #welcome home arg #wally welcome home

[dixbolik-lovers]

hey how do you think in the sacrifice au the sakamaki brothers would react to seeing Yui again since one of your posts stated that she could be the reason the boys are there in the first place maybe the reader invited her over to the palace/mansion for tea and sweets or something and they can't do anything to try to harm her otherwise the punishment will be 100% horrible also how do you think yui is in this situation 🤔💭💬

Shuu

He ignores her. As he always does, Shuu would rather block out his problems than face anything uncomfortable or troublesome. It's easier if he pretends like none of this exists— there's no fixing his situation now, so getting angry with Yui wouldn't do him any good. A part of him wonders if this situation could have been avoided, but it really is too late to think about that now.

Reiji

While he's capable of controlling himself, Reiji holds grudges badly. If Yui was the reason he ended up like this, he's internally seething no matter how collected he looks on the outside. However, he's also smart enough not to act on those feelings, even when deeply tempted to do something he'll regret. There's no use incurring further punishment upon himself.

Ayato

It's hard to contain himself when he knows he only ended up like this because of her. Ayato is impulsive and poor at thinking ahead, so he probably does do something that earns a punishment. His reaction to seeing her again is explosive and angry— but a lot of that is because he feels horribly betrayed. It hurts more than he wants to admit, that Yui was able to betray them, in the end.

Kanato

He's furious. Even if he's not allowed to hurt Yui, Kanato is definitely considering it. With his famously violent temper close to slipping out of control, you'll probably want to remove him from the situation before he can get himself in trouble. He blames Yui for everything that's gone wrong in a situation like this, since it was her fault that he's in this awful state, in the first place.

Laito

If Yui was the cause of his situation, Laito is left wondering what he could have done to prevent it. Something definitely went very wrong with his manipulation tactics, after all. It's useless to think about it now, though, and better for his own safety to act as chipper and friendly toward her as ever. As he's plenty familiar with, he blocks out his true feelings on the matter altogether.

Subaru

As much as he wants to lash out, Subaru knows better by now. That, and there's just no point. What Yui did to sell them out was perfectly reasonable, considering what had been happening to her, so it's not like he has any room to complain. Seeing her again sends Subaru's self-loathing streak spiraling— he'll be in a rotten mood for a long while afterward, and all directed at himself.

BONUS: Yui

In a lot of ways, Yui feels guilt over what happened. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but it's not like she could have stayed and let herself be tortured the way things were. While she pities the vampires for how they've ended up (and genuinely does feel horrible for damning them to this fate), there's still a part of her that knows there wasn't another option to save herself.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Komori Yui #Headcanon #Reader #Sacrifice Au

[joprompts]

chess (musical) starters. part one. *starters from the musical. adjust as necessary.

everybody's playing the game but nobody's rules are the same. nobody's on nobody's side.

all men have a weakness: his is that woman.

no one in your life is with you constantly. no one is completely on your side and though i move my world to be with him, still the gap between us is too wide.

no one can deny that these are difficult times.

knowing i want you, knowing i love you, cannot compare to my despair, knowing i've lost you.

they're not too polite.

who needs a dream? who needs ambition? who'd be the fool in my position?

don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining.

that's the problem. he's a brilliant lunatic, and you can't tell which way he'll jump. like his game, he's impossible to analyze. you can't predict him, dissect him, which of course means he's not a lunatic at all.

i've been a fool to allow dreams to become great expectations.

how can i love you so much yet make no move?

one of these days--and it won't be long--he'll know more about me than he should.

if it were love, i would give that love every second i had.

wasn't it good? wasn't he fine? isn't it madness he can't be mine?

i'm on the case, can't be fooled. any objection is overruled.

pity instead the careless mother, what she missed, what she lost when she let me go. i wonder, does she know?

pity the child who knew his parents.

if i knew from the start, why am i falling apart?

i'm not getting rich. my only interest is in something which gives me the chance of working with the best.

you have caused such grief i can't forgive this evil thing you've done.

if you walk out on me, you're really betraying your father. were he alive now he'd surely be dying of shame.

you're on nobody's side, but your own.

there will be days and nights when i'll want you more than i'll want to.

you and i, we've seen it all.

this is the one situation i wanted most to avoid.

the one i should not think of keeps rolling through my mind and i don't want to let that go!

what's going on around me is barely making sense. i need some explanations fast!

what if he saw my whole existence?

what we've just seen's a pathetic display from a man who's beginning to crack. he's afraid. he knows he isn't the player he was and he won't get it back.

once i had dreams now they're obsessions. hopes became needs. lovers possessions.

maybe it's best to love a stranger. well, that's what i've done. heaven help my heart.

who'd ever think it? such a very pretty setting. tell me what's the betting, very pretty plotting, too. no matter--i've done all your work for you.

i want to talk chess.

how'd we ever get this far before you showed me what you really are?

never lose your heart, use your head!

looking back, i could have played it differently. won a few more moments, who can tell?

not much is known of early days of chess beyond a fairly vague report.

where's daddy? dead or in the KGB?

when i was nine, i learned survival, taught myself not to care.

pity the child who twenty-five years on, finds her confidence gone!

how you've hated my success!

it's the only thing i can stay true to.

you got your tricks, good for you, but there's no gambit i don't see through.

there must be more i could achieve but i don't have the nerve to leave!

how can you let mediocrity win? you have one chance left. win for chess. you were five one up. now it's five all. get a grip.

i don't see anything outrageous about demanding what i'm worth.

chasing our hearts' desire, but we go on pretending stories like ours have happy endings.

did i plan doing all of this for the love of a man?

#rp meme #rp memes #lyric meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay memes #roleplay starter #lyric memes #lyric starters

[wyyvernn]

Aki - Najusyram - Arthael - Sylus - Yandere Headcanons

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

°•*⁀➷ I know I've done yandere headcanons for Arthael before but I feel like I didn't do them properly so think of his as a part 2 for him?

Tags: @kiasnocturnality @forestofmonsters - tell me if you wanna be tagged in these too! ✦

- There's an unspoken fear in your mind that has always interrupted your innocent thoughts - an understanding that Najusyram could always switch, that if he was pushed far enough, that if you poked the bear hard enough, he could keep you exactly where he wants you.

- Except he won't, because he knows you don't have it in you to run. Sometimes you forget that he has the ability to read the intentions of others and he has most definitely read yours.

- Sometimes he slithers behind you in the middle of these thoughts, scaled arms sliding around your waist and fitting there all perfectly. His little human tucked against his chest and suddenly feeling vulnerable in that moment.

- He can feel the way your frame goes rigid, how your breath hitches in your throat, and how you shiver not just because of his cold touch but out of sheer fear.

- Goosebumps appear on your skin in long, bumpy patterns. There's trails of them along your arms and legs when Naju presses his cool lips to your neck and brings you closer into his embrace. Innocent and tender the affection might be, you know that there's something more ominous beneath it all.

- In an alternate reality if you rejected him long ago, he makes it his goal to make you his at all costs. He captures you and keeps you locked away in his cave but assures you that he's doing it for your own good, for your own safety. He cooks wonderful meals for you, takes care of your wellbeing, provides for your needs without question. For everything he's done for you, he wonders why you would even want to leave.

- Sylus is immediately crafting a scheme when he first sets his sights on his future S/O. He has a suave way with words and a dangerous charm. It's so easy for him to win you over to his side.

- But if he doesn't he can always shift into his dragon form and carry you to his lair where he'll keep you hundreds of metres up high and away from others. That way you can't escape even if you wanted to.

- He mocks your attempts to leave, laughs at them even. Sometimes he entertains himself by dragging you towards the entrance. His large hands grip your shoulders, his bare chest pressing against your back as he holds you over the edge of the cliff and taunts you, his words daring you to jump if you would rather be without him.

- He feels nothing but satisfaction when you dart around and embrace him, your face finding the crook of his neck and your hands clutching onto his broad frame for dear life as he urges you back inside his lair. Your tears trigger his pity, if only for a moment.

- While he can be cruel, Sylus is not unfair and only asks that you return his affections. He wants nothing more than your love and will take care of you if it means he'll get it. Shun him and he has ways of convincing you to give him what he wants. Insult him? Dangling you over a cliff is just a fraction of what he could do.

- Showing him a bit of familiarity by simply calling his name is an easy way to build his trust. He loves when you say it, delights in it even more when he learns that you're finally coming around when you start sweetening your words with kisses to his cheek.

- Aki feels betrayed when you tell him that you no longer love him. He doesn't believe it. He can't believe it.

- Constantly questions if he did something wrong. If he did, he can fix it! He can do better, be better all for you!

- When he finally accepts that you're done with him, he realises that he's not done with you. He enchants the entire forest with a spell, making every possible exit blocked by a hidden barrier. That way you'll only be able to see beyond the forest but not leave it entirely. It's a cruel fate that Aki teases you with.

- But at least you have him. Your loyal fox spirit who just wishes you would cuddle in his arms like old times. Sometimes he would appear by your side behind the barrier and gaze fondly over the trees and the village that you used to love wandering through. That can still happen! If you don't abuse his trust...

- Unlike the others, Aki is sorry for keeping you hidden from the world, for taking away your freedom. He takes pity on you more than he actually shows his love and he hates, hates how you no longer smile or laugh that he considers letting you go if it brings joy to your lips once more.

- Yet, his fear for your safety is stronger than your longing for freedom and it seems that Aki would rather bear the sight of your sorrow a thousand times over than the happiness of your freedom.

- Arthael's interest in you stays strictly professional and doesn't expand beyond your master-apprentice relationship until awhile later. Until one day his fingertips burn when they touch you. A gentle nudge to your shoulder has him recoiling suddenly for a moment, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of confusion and something like annoyance because he can't identify what's taking place presently.

- Immediately starts questioning if there's something wrong with him. But that can't be, he would've detected it awhile ago. So then, it must be you. What are you to have his mind raging like this?

- You may be more intimidating than you present yourself to be and he just can't resist having you near him all the time. It starts with limiting the places you go. He has no issues with you being around his servants, he trusts them enough to make sure you don't get up to no good. Soon those who attempt to commission you for your magical services are turned away by the master of the manor.

- You no longer perform duties for the public, Arthael insists that you should be training more and it frustrates you because you were earning your own wage but he's quick to dismiss your concerns, telling you that you're already well taken care of and you should be focusing on your studies.

- While not as affectionate as the others, Arthael will take anything you have to offer. Although, he's not used to affection of any sort so it will take him awhile to reciprocate anything in return. That is if you even want to pursue anything with him. Otherwise, even if you're angry about being kept as a captive and you try to escape, he will simply cast a spell over his manor to prevent that outcome.

#OC - Arthael Taelvaan #OC - Najusyram #OC - Aki #OC - Sylus #oc #original character x reader #original character

[feastfic]

yoshka :worble:

!!! Oh I'd be far more than happy to do this funny little fella . Many hearts sent out to Yoshka :)

(This might be shorter than my normal posts but only because I'm not sure what exactly to write about him atm oopsie !!!)

• His Host-ing skills are as good as Kratcy's, it's just that he's never actually done any hosting so he doesn't exactly know what to Do. He has anxiety about performing well given that he's the assistant to the actual host and it's that anxiety that causes him to fumble. Were he not holding himself up to a standard he would do MUCH better than he already was.

• Speaking of Kratcy actually, he's (already obviously, but still) INSANELYYYY different from him. Yoshka takes the words of the contestants to heart, much to their and his own benefit, but occasionally to his detriment as well. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and it's easy to dig your nails into it with a few poorly placed words. Do take care to keep your harsher criticisms out of earshot of him.

• He'd develop genuine friendships with the contestants were he not in a higher position than them. Trust me, he'd love to be friends with (most of) them, it's just that he has a job to do!!! And he's incredibly sorry that he can't be as close as either of them wants, but it's just how the cookie crumbles, unfortunately.

• He's crepuscular. Which definitely has its effect on how he hosts; it's very easy to tell when he's pushing himself into daylight hours to host because it's what Kratcy does (who's nocturnal but chooses to host when the sun's out anyway, on account of him just. Deciding that he doesn't need to sleep. But I digress.) and Yoshka honestly kind of strongly dislikes hosting that way. Give him a nice dusk or dawn and he'll fare much better. (Huh. Kind of set up for failure now that I think about it. He's pitied on by folks like Putty and Cuppy, but they don't say anything about that.)

• Everything and anything you say to him he WILL take literally. I.e.; when he asked everyone what they wanted to eat and Kurasan said a knife. He was a little confused and a LOT worried, but who is he to deny someone what they wanted? Even if he does everything he's asked of/told to, he still thinks about it sometimes. Y'know, wondering if he could have done something a little different, more "satisfactory" in a way.

• He doesn't technically need the wand that he uses for recovery/revival, he just finds it a nicer alternative to...using his power directly. Think of it as him redirecting that power instead into a vessel, so that it appears that he wields nothing like what Kratcy can do, and instead relies on something else. It's for his peace of mind and, per his assumption, it also helps the contestants feel less intimidated by him. Can't exactly go around recovering folks from his palms and doing other Strange Things without rousing some suspicion, y'know!

#cfmot #contest for millions of thousands #cfmot yoshka #инмт #инмт ёшка #игра на миллинов трысяч #hoping that is spelled right i am very rusty on my Russian ^^''

[mementoboni]

[part 3/3] Kaoru no Dokugen - Chapter 0: The person I admire

"The person I had always admired was waiting for me with a beautiful face."

Notes before reading:

This chapter is from Kaoru’s first book “Dokugen" released on October 2015. It is placed after Chapter 35 (the last chapter), not part of “Ongaku to Hito” magazine. You can purchase the book 👉 here.

The title is written in Kanji as “憧人” (Akogareru Hito), which means “The person I admire”. (Actually, I’m not sure if this is how it’s pronounced 😅)

I first translated this chapter into Traditional Chinese in 2021, but later I found that there was no English version, so I decided to translate it again into English.

The translation is divided into three parts (I didn’t expect it to be so long in English…). This is the last part. 👉 part 1. & part 2.

In this part, Kaoru talks about how he was encouraged by YOSHIKI, and how he got HIDE's ring from the other Senpai.

Repost and share are welcome.🙌 This is the first time I have translated so much words into English, so please feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts.☺️

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The person I had always admired was waiting for me with a beautiful face. I might have been there and met HIDE-san with a different feeling from the people around me. Why do I say that? Because it's the first time I met him. I introduced myself in my mind and thanked HIDE-san for coming to the Shibukou (渋公=渋谷公会堂) live.

Even now, I still wonder, “If he's still alive, would I be able to talk to him? Would I be able to drink with him? If he comes up with a crazy idea, would I be desperate to do it?” Something like that.

Other members of DIR also meet and build relationships with people they admire. Sometimes I imagine that if I receive a message from HIDE-san at night that he is in Fukuoka, would I just take a taxi and run to him? Well, I don't know if I could have that kind of relationship…

It is such a pity that I could not talk to HIDE-san while meeting him. But it was TOMMY-san and YOSHIKI-san who allowed me to meet HIDE-san that encouraged me.

There was a drinking party after the funeral. When TOMMY-san, who invited me to the party, introduced me to YOSHIKI-san for the first time, YOSHIKI-san looked at my face and said: "You like HIDE-chan, right?” I was surprised to hear that all of a sudden.

When we recorded with YOSHIKI-san in LA, there was a part where I really wanted to put in a guitar phrase, so I thought about the phrase in that part for days, recorded it, and handed it to YOSHIKI-san for confirmation. YOSHIKI-san: "Do you really need it here? Wouldn't it be nice to have none?" Me: "No, it's necessary! I'll think about it a little more, please listen to it after I'm done." YOSHIKI-san: "I see~ Kaoru is really the same as HIDE-chan on this point. Even if I told HIDE-chan that part is not necessary, he'll definitely add something else." He may have said it out of concern, but I was really happy about that.

From kyo-san of D'ERLANGER, I received the ring that HIDE-san was wearing. At first, I said I could not take it and declined him. "I have a lot of memories of HIDE-chan, you should have this.” kyo-san then said, so I accepted it.

"What kind of person do you think HIDE-chan is?" "He's just like how you think." I heard about HIDE-san from other people. I'm very happy even if that's all. As expected, he is really cool.

Even now as I'm writing this, I’m still nervous, painful, and I feel my heart racing several times. I wonder if I am allowed to write about that person.

There are so many things I want to say and ask. Although it's not the time to go to that world yet, if I could meet you and talk to you now, I would definitely say it first.

“Daisuki desu!”

ever free.

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part 1. & part 2.

#dir en grey #薰 #kaoru #読弦 #dokugen #憧人 #akogareru hito #translations #kaoru translation #text translation #hide #松本秀人 #yoshiki #translation by yinfu

[claudemblems]

"Can I have a headpat?" | Levi + Armin Headcanons

I was just thinking about my favorite characters giving me headpats and I had to write it okay. I was in dire need of fluff.

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Levi

Is so confused.

Out of all the things you could ask for, why would you want him to pat your head?

He really doesn't understand why you want them so badly, but he can't stand the pitiful look that you send him, so he has no choice but to give in (he would never admit it, but he has a very hard time resisting you).

Not like he would have refused in the first place, though. Even if he isn't on the same page, he'll do whatever you ask as long as it makes you happy (and as long as it doesn't involve getting his clothes dirty).

He hesitantly hovers his hand above your head for a few moments before he lowers it. He waits a few more moments and then does it again. And again. All while he's carefully observing your facial expressions.

The minute a smile breaks out onto your face, Levi is patting your head to your heart's content. He still doesn't get what's so great about the gesture, but he starts to wonder if maybe it's just because he's the one giving them to you. The thought nearly brings a smile to his face.

Now he starts giving you headpats out of habit, if only to see that smile of yours again. Whether it's as a greeting or a way of saying job well-done, he gives you at least one gentle pat on the head whenever he has the chance.

It's a nice way for him to show that he cares without going overboard in public. He doesn't like PDA whatsoever, but giving you a pat on the head is acceptable. Plus, it not only makes you smile, but it leaves the other scouts smiling at the sight as well.

Levi starts to wonder what it is exactly that you like so much about headpats. If he can work up the courage, he might ask you to pat his head next. Perhaps he'll end up enjoying them, too.

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Armin

Of course you can have some headpats!!! Armin is more than happy to give some to you <3

He's a little bit clueless about why you want headpats in particular, but he won't really question it. If it's something he can do for you that will make you happy, he will do it in a heartbeat.

He finds you so, so adorable when he's patting your head and you just close your eyes and smile. It's such a simple thing, but it makes his heart race in his chest and he just falls in love with you all over again😭

And the whole time he just has this huge, goofy smile on his face and Eren and the others never miss the chance to playfully tease him about it. It makes him blush, but he simply can't hold back his happiness when he's around you. Every day you give him so many reasons to smile.

Sometimes when you cuddle he'll also pat your head, and you always end up falling asleep not long afterwards. Which is perfect for Armin because it means he gets to admire how cute and peaceful you look nestled in his arms 💖

He finds headpats a great way to encourage you when you're struggling through something! Just a simple, "You can do it!" with a pat on the head is enough to motivate you to keep trying.

Sometimes he just pats your head when he walks by to let you know that he loves you and he's thinking about you, and it never fails to fluster you like crazy.

As much as Armin loves giving you headpats, he loves receiving them just as much. He's begun to understand why you're always asking for them. It's a soothing yet sweet gesture. No wonder they always manage to calm you down.

One of his favorite things is when he's snuggled up next to you and you reach your hand up to gently pat his head, encouraging him to get some rest. It's not long before he ends up drifting off, a faint smile ghosting his lips.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #aot #claudemblems writes

[call-memissbrightside]

tw: drug use, drug addiction

Shoto Todoroki felt that his life was falling apart.

He was in his early twenties, he had money and he was angry. Childhood trauma followed him everywhere, whispers of how he’d bought his place in Japan’s top hero agency because of who his daddy was haunting him. It didn't help that the truth of what happened to his older brother was exposed to the world, and he hated how everyone felt pity for him and his family yet still respected his father.

He just wanted to forget, and ignore all the pressure he felt to not be a fuck up and somehow be a hero in a society that turned their backs on victims if it meant that their top hero continued to keep them safe.

It started with simple marijuana, a blunt or bong brushed up against his lips and he just inhaled the good and exhaled all the bad as Denki liked to explain it.

Growing up, Shoto was taught that drugs were bad. His older siblings told him many times that drugs would screw up his life and to never do them. He promised, because he did see them as this big, ugly thing that could kill someone. Yet, the Molly in his hand was tiny in comparison to what he always imagined a killer to look like and peeking around at his peers, he began questioning just how bad one little pill could be. Growing up, he also was taught that daddies shouldn’t hit mommies or their kids, but looks like that was a fucking lie. What else is everyone lying about?

Shoto Todoroki on drugs was fun.

He was more daring, charming even. The normal social awkwardness he felt vanished, and liked playing with fire. You met him like that, teasing you with a dazzling smile across the club all night until he finally approached you. Pulling your hips against his crotch, and whispering in your ear, “You’re going home with me.” And you do. And you fuck, and as you lay in his bed trying to catch your breath after coming for the third time that night, you watch as he does a line of coke.

"You want some?" He offers, but you decline because that wasn't something you were into. There's a bit of worry growing in your mind at how causal he was about his drug use, yet when his blown pupils traced over your naked body and that same teasing smirk adorned his face again, you forgot all about your worries as Shoto fucked you again and again. You wake up to Shoto’s assistant banging on his front door because he’s two hours late for work but Shoto doesn’t fucking care.

“Let ‘em talk,” He grumbles, pulling your tired body back into his bed and falling back asleep.

You didn't think you'd see him again. In all honesty, you were okay with it just being a one night stand, and wondered if he even remembered you as a week passed and he didn't call or text you. Yet, you're surprised when you spot him in your favorite coffee shop.

"I remember you liked this place," He explained when he saw you and you're surprised he listened to you because you were sure between having sex with you, he was distracted with taking another hit.

You're not sure if Shoto is your boyfriend. He never officially asks you out, but takes you get dinner or accompanies you to the beach and follows you home for a quick fuck from time to time. Shoto will somehow always end up on your front door, the habit growing as the months of knowing him blur together.

"I just need to rest my eyes," He mumbles before passing out on your couch. You let him sleep, going on about your chores or doing some work at your desk. He'll wake up after a couple of hours, dragging his feet wherever you are and ask for cuddles. Shoto is talkative when he's feeling the drugs fade from his system. You listen intently, feeling almost special at how you got to see the real him in glimpses.

You look away when he sits up and crushes an adderall and snorts it on your desk. Your heart pounds as he lets out a guttural groan of relief, but you don't say anything because when he's done he returns to your embrace with a goofy smile and a faraway look in his eyes.

His sister Fuyumi is worried sick.

“What are you doing Shoto?” She asks when he finally agrees and actually shows up for lunch at the family’s main house.

Shoto becomes aggravated easier, his jaw clenching a telling sign that he needs another hit for something otherwise he might just blow the fuck up.

“I’m fine.” He claims, but his sister sees how bloodshot his eyes are, and a worried phone call from the bank clued her in just how much he’s spending on his habit.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Her heart is breaking, seeing her baby brother so distraught and so drugged up.

“Fucking hell! You don’t know what I’ve been through, with that asshole!” Fuyumi knows about Shoto's trauma, she's lived through it too but didn't use drugs to cope.

Fuyumi let herself outwardly cry, but she was angry. “No Shoto this isn’t about dad anymore, this is just you being selfish!”

He stops coming home after that, blocking Fuyumi's phone number.

Shoto's performance as a pro hero is hurt by his drug use. He gets sloppy, and rarely goes to his shifts anymore. Everyone at his agency is worried and a bit annoyed at Shoto's apparent lack of responsibility. Enji Todoroki is sent in for damage control.

"Look son-," Shoto scoffs but Enji continues on. "What has gotten into you? You were called in for a big rescue mission but your assistant tells me you didn't even pick up the phone. You haven't been doing your patrols. What's wrong?"

It's years too late, but Enji tries to be there for his youngest son. Yet, the anger in Shoto's dual colored eyes tells him it's not going to work.

"Fuck off old man," Shoto bites back.

"Shoto, please," Enji tries to hug his son, stepping closer. The action makes Shoto flinch away, his body remembering what it was like when his father got too close.

Enji's throat closes up, and his eyes begin to tear up.

"I'm so sorry my boy," He said but it's too late for apologies. The damage has been done and Shoto Todoroki was drowning in it.

You don't see him for a few weeks after that.

He texts you semi regularly, mostly all a bunch of scrambled garbage but you're able to piece together that he's out of the country on a binger. Paparazzi snap photos of him in multiple clubs, eyes blown and the tip of his nose red with headlines reading "Todoroki Prodigy Gone Astray."

Shoto only comes back because his father cut him off from the family funds, and once the money dries up, there he was again on your front porch.

"Shoto, you can't come in." You're worried, because his once handsome face is now paler and skinnier. He has deep eyebags, and has dried blood speckled in his nostrils.

"Please, I missed you." All the parties and late nights are taking a toll on him and he truly did miss just laying with you on your bed, with you playing with his hair until he fell asleep. That sounded like heaven to him, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

You stood your ground. "No Shoto, I can't do this anymore."

Shoto believes that he's in love with you, and he feels his heart breaking. Maybe, if he was sober, the relationship between you two could've been something long lasting and genuine. But that's not what it is now, and Shoto doesn't see that.

"No, please, don't leave me," He pushes the door to open it wider, his strength going uncheck and you begin to get scared.

"Shoto, stop it," You attempt to push him back but he just grabs your arms.

"I came back for you, I want you to go with me," He's shaking, and it's terrifying. Shoto begins to ramble on about how the two of you could run away, and leave this stupid place forever.

"Don't you want that?" He asked, looking at your face with an expression of desperation.

You finally are able to pull away from him, tears beginning to fall.

"I want you to get better Shoto," You cry, not waiting for him to respond before closing the door in his face.

He tries to go back to the family house, but his father is there in the doorway like he's been waiting for Shoto to return.

"You need to take a drug test before coming inside," Enji said.

Shoto becomes distraught. "I'm not taking a fucking test, I'm fine!"

He spots his brother Natsu and his sister Fuyumi peeking from the window, and Shoto is embarrassed and tired and just wants to go to sleep and never wake up again.

Enji doesn't move. "If you're truly fine, the test will come back clean."

Shoto scoffs, pulling at his hair and looking up at the clouds to stop the burning tears from falling because he did not want to start crying in front of his father. His pride couldn't handle it.

"What happens if the test comes back positive? You gonna ship me off to some fucking rehab facility?" Shoto yells.

Enji still doesn't move. "Yes."

It pains him to see his son, his own flesh and blood begin to unravel. Enji knows this is all his fault, the reason why Shoto looked for an outlet in the pills because he hurt him so much.

"Shoto?"

Shoto's anger wavers as his mother stands next to his father in the doorway. Rei Todoroki is crying, beautiful clear tears making her look heartbroken.

"My love, please, you need help," She cries.

Shoto looks down at the ground, finally letting the tears burning his eyes to fall.

Rei tries again. "Shoto, I'm begging you. We will be here for you but you need to get clean first."

Shoto shakes his head, fear creeping up his spine. "I-I can't. I fucked up too bad, there's no redemption for me."

He flinches involuntarily when he feels his mothers chilly arms wrap around him but Shoto rests his head on her shoulder as they both cry, years of hurt and pain finally being released.

#bnha shoto todoroki #shoto x y/n #shoto torodoki #bnha shoto #shoto todoroki x rea #tw drug use #tw addiction #tw sui ideation #my hero academia angst #todoroki angst #rei todoroki #enji todoroki

[bonny-kookoo]

Jimin: Bat-Luck (3)

In which you question the honesty in his actions towards you.

Tags/Warnings: black flying fox!Jimin, Black Cat! Reader, stigmatization, mentions of physical and mental therapy, this is my emotional support Jimin now, and trust me he will be yours too, mentions of past abuse (starvation, physical punishments, degradation, mild case of stockholm-syndrome, hoarding, neglect)

Additional Chapter Warnings: angst, misunderstandings, :(

Chapter Length: mid

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You're not stupid.

Officer Park had been way too nice to begin with to be completely honest with it- there was no way he actually cared that much for a stranger like you just out of pure pity. And now, after all that shock and adrenaline has worn off completely, you start to see the real hints of what's going on.

All the reports, questions, therapist visits- they're just trying to get rid of you again.

It's sadder than it should've been, for some reason. Maybe it's your clingy nature that just got attached in the heat of the moment, or maybe it's the fact that for a bit, everything seemed just so nice. Gentle touches, caring words, happy smiles and encouraging praise. It all left you more heartbroken than before- because now you're just another stray again, waiting for someone to take you in again.

For another hell to begin.

You can't be alone- you're not as independent as officer Park or officer Jeon, who currently waves at you with a little grin on his face. Or maybe he's got an owner? He seems nice enough- maybe you could live with him.

Someone like Jimin would never want you.

And it's not just thoughts that want to pity or badmouth yourself- it's because it's realistic. He's got a job, one that requires his full attention all day. And you're a lot of work, still jumpy and scared of a lot of simple things. Someone like him doesn't have time for a burden like you.

"Hey." Jungkook squats down in front of where you sit on the bench near officer Park's desk. "Jiminie is in a meeting, but he'll be done soon. Do you need anything?" the shiba-Inu hybrid wonders, curled tail wagging a bit in a friendly manner before you politely shake your head. He seems to become a bit more serious at that, clearly having noticed your shift in behavior at this point. After all, he's living with a former trauma victim- he knows how to pick up subtle signs by now.

You seem.. Detached. There's no trace of any emotion in your face, as you simply sit there, no fear, no sadness, no longing eyes looking for Jimin around the office. Something's off- and he needs to figure it out.

"are you okay?" he asks, and you nod- something he'd expected. "I see. I'll tell Jimin to hurry." he instead smiles, petting your head before you can protest about it. You watch as he knocks on the door of the meeting room where Jimin is sat in with his superior and Yoongi, before he enters and closes the door behind him. It's hard to see through the cracks in the blinds, but it looks like the dog hybrid is talking to Jimin, the older officer's eyes turning a bit more serious at whatever he's telling him.

Are you in trouble?

You're not sure, but your instincts instantly tell you to hide and find someplace away from all of this, best before he walks out the room and spots you.

The office building is rather large, and you've not explored anything yet- so you're unsure where to go, what places could be best to hide. And it seems like luck is also not on your side either, as you hear Jimin's voice in the distance. "you said she was waiting here? Where is she?" he seems angry.

Oh no.

You pick up your speed, leaving your shoes randomly in the hallway so you're just on socks- you've learned that you're way quieter this way, and considering you've got a bat and a dog hybrid on your tail, you need any advantage you can get.

It's the staff toilets you walk in, closing the door behind you before you lock it. It's not going to prove difficult for them to unlock it or break in, but it'll buy you time at least- valuable seconds to think about your next steps. "Jimin!" Jungkook calls out- having probably found your shoes, as you hold your breath in the staff toilets. Maybe they won't find you ins-

And then the door rattles.

"Kitten?" Jimin asks, and now your instincts are running on high speeds, taking over your entire body as adrenaline fills your veins. "It's okay, everything's fine!" he calls out, but you don't hear it as the reassurance it is, but as a threat barked by Lady J back at your old home.

'Come here, kitty kitty.' she'd say. 'I just want to talk.'

You're done playing nice however, as you climb up one of the stall doors, hurting your fingers as the door moves and catches them in between the hinge for a second, making you hiss- but there's no time to loose. The tiny window is easily slid open- and you somehow maneuver yourself to grab onto the ledge, socked feet struggling to find any grip on the wall as your tail thrashes around, desperate to hold any balance. It's when you hear someone harshly banging on the door that your ears flatten against your skull.

They're trying to break in now.

You squeeze yourself out the window, scratching open your shoulder on a loosened screw, before you drop down into the bushes below, a harsh landing not even slightly softened by the foliage and plants, knocking the air out of you for a good second, before you regain control over your limbs again.

And not a moment too early it seems, as the door opens inside the room above, both officer's boots now moving around before you can hear Jungkooks urgent voice. "Jimin, there!" he says, and before you can even think twice, you run off into the foresty area behind the police office, uncaring of the twigs biting at your ankles.

This- this was finally freedom.

Not whatever lies they've been trying to feed you inside that place.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #Bat-luck au

[talesofsonicasura]

Josuke Higashikata with a Grunt s/o: Patch up

Here's some Josuke content for a nice change of pace. If you are wondering, you are a Grunt from Madness Combat, specifically the customizable Project Nexus kind. Meaning you can learn various movesets, although I can't guarantee that your appearance will remain the same though. Find out soon enough. Now Josuke's age is what it would be between Part 5 and Part 6, at least 21. It's a slow burn of friends to lovers. Anyway, can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

Ever since A.A.H.W and Hank J. Wimbleton began to clash, the already apocalyptic state of Nevada escalated to an even worse hell. The reason being one single device: The Improbability Drive.

You were a simple but very crafty Grunt, gathering all sorts of info to avoid a very painful death that's completely guaranteed in this wasteland. Hacking through the records of various groups such as Status Quo, A.A.H.W even Nexus City undetected were your main skill.

So you knew the moment that sky turned blood red and buildings begin to glitch in all sorts of ways, the Improbability Drive been responsible. Fucking idiots.

This machine didn't just change 'probability', it could turn nearly every concept of reality on it's head. You weren't surprised that something unbelievable would crash into your life but this...is very new.

Some humanoid being with so much color and a pompadour laid injured before your hideout. Out of pity, you cared for him instead of letting the cruelness that is Nevada do it. He understandably freaked upon waking up to see you but thankfully quick to calm down.

Apparently his name is Josuke Higashikata, he's human and at least two years younger than you. It seems he had been a victim of his own reality being torn apart as he told you about his hometown glitching until everything faded to white.

He didn't take the news well, shattering one of your ceramic cups on accident. What really shocked you is the large diamond armor pink creature he summon and repaired the item as if it never broke.

Josuke explained to you about the concept of Stands, particularly his own Crazy Diamond. On how he could revert any object back to a previous state upon a single touch. It been enough to figure out a plan that could undo all this reality based damage and even repair the young man's dimension.

A combination of Project Nexus and a Improbability Drive could power up Josuke's stand enough to do the job. This means you had to teach this human how to survive the dangers of Nevada. Zombies, cannibals, vampires and every hostile Grunt including MAGs.

So for the next two weeks, you trained your new human companion just that. How to use different weapons such as knives or firearms, basic hacking skills, basic medical skills, and everything else that is vital into Josuke's head. Crazy Diamond can't heal his wielder, a very important weakness to cover.

Putting together proper battle fatigues wasn't so difficult since his 'school attire' is capable of being modified. Josuke hadn't been so happy being stuck in his underwear during the process.

Once all that was done, your human friend had one last test. He'll have to help you raid a A.A.H.W base. A simple 'Supplies Run' as a vehicle capable of carrying MAGs is needed to transport Josuke into Nexus City undetected.

It seems Grunts only reach knee height to the average human. Your new companion only be a foot shorter than MAG Agent Torture hence the need to steal a vehicle. (Rather not deal with him while Josuke is still a green horn in combat.)

Seeing A.A.H.W Grunts run frantically upon the sight of your human partner was completely hysterical. It also made headshots much more fun with a moving target. Ammunition consisted of stun bullets and actual bullets.

Your stun bullets were reserved for soldiers that had been forced to work in this hellish organization. Something that was drilled in Josuke's head and why he been given a net gun. He is on capture duty with these specific Grunts.

Other than nearly getting shot a few times, almost got whacked in the head by a urinal, and trying not to get blown up from grenades, you took out the leader of the base. Without them, Josuke handled the remaining forces.

From here, the forced agents were given a choice. Be presumed dead to their former bosses then go into hiding or work for you as personal moles. All of them chose to be your spies, hell yeah.

Once Josuke healed the new hires and the truck was set up did both of you set off for Nexus City. It was going to be a difficult journey but the goal has already been made. You two will undo all the damage done to your realities or die trying.

And that's it! This set of headcanons will be more adventure oriented and a bit different than the others. You'll find out soon enough.

Josuke ending up in Madness Combat will actually be a huge boon to anyone he allies with. Crazy Diamond's restoration could bring powerful characters such as Hank J. Wimbleton from the brink to fully recovered.

Can't forget his insane stats such as Destructive Power, Speed, Durability and Precision. Although our pompadour prince will have to adapt cause relying on his Stand would be bad news with opponents such as Tricky or Jebus.

Until next time, we'll see where our two heroes end up. Continue to thrive in the madness. Here's our Player Grunt alongside Josuke and Crazy Diamond!

Next Part

#self insert #madness combat #madcom #madness project nexus #madness combat imagines #grunt reader #part 4 josuke higashikata #josuke higashikata #part 4 josuke #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #josuke higashikata x reader #josuke x reader #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #grunt #madness combat player #madness combat grunt

[all-aboard-thy-vessel]

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. THIS'LL TAKE A MINUTE. ENJOY A LONGER POST.

02 - QUIET BUT COULD BE PROMISING IF IT PUSHED ITSELF MORE.

04 - HAS SURPRISED ME. I COULD SEE THEM GROWING DURING THESE GAMES, I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT.

05 - ONCE PITIFUL, BUT ENTERTAINING TO SCARE. HAS A UNIQUE TYPE OF POTENTIAL. I WANT TO UNLEASH IT.

06 - VERY NEW, SO I CAN'T HAVE A FULL OPINION. INTERESTING, HOWEVER. I CAN'T WAIT TO GET HER ON THE BOAT.

10 - HAS BEEN TOO QUIET FOR ME TO FORM AN OPINION.

11 - A CURIOUS SORT, I SUPPOSE. 11 HAS BEEN ENJOYABLE SO FAR.

15 - LIKE I SAID BEFORE. DUMB BUT HARMLESS. WE'LL SEE HOW OR IF THAT CHANGES.

16 - CONTINUES TO SURPRISE ME EVERY TIME I SEE HIM.

18 - TOO NEW TO FORM AN OPINION.

21 - :).

23 - QUIET. ONE OF THE ONES TO SEE IF HE FLOURISHES WHEN ON THE BOAT.

25 - I HAVE NO OPINION.

28 - POTENTIAL IS BREWING.

29 - HAS BEEN MOSTLY QUIET EVER SINCE UNVIELING A CERTAIN SECRET. SHAME. I WONDER IF I CHASED THEM OFF.

30 - HAS BEEN TOO QUIET FOR ME TO FORM AN OPINION.

45 - GOOD. ONE OF THE RARE FEW.

46 - :D. TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK...

47 - COULD BE INTERESTING, IF HE TALKED MORE.

51 - HAD POTENTIAL, RUINED IT. AGAIN, WE'LL SEE WHAT HE DOES FROM HERE. MY OPINION CHANGED RATHER RAPIDLY ON THIS ONE. SHAME.

60 - I HAVE NO OPINION.

63 - HAD AN INTERESTING START ON TUMBLR. IF ONLY THEY TALKED MORE.

64 - THE BETTER TWIN.

71 - A CURIOUS BLEND, THIS ONE. I WANT TO PUT HIM AT THE HEART OF MY TRIALS AND SEE IF HE COULD STAND IT AND COME OUT UNSTAINED.

78 - FAR TOO NEW TO FORM AN OPINON.

80 - ANNOYING. MAYBE HE'LL BE MORE THAN JUST THAT, AS WE PROGRESS.

83 - INTERESTING. I SEE A PATH FOR THEM AND WILL ENSURE THEY TAKES IT, THOUGH I HAVE FAITH HE WILL HIMSELF.

92 - NAIVE. MANY START NAIVE, IT'S WHERE THEY GO FROM THERE I WANT TO SEE..

100 - ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE. WITH THEIR APPLICATION, THIS COULD BE GOOD OR BAD. WE'LL WAIT TO SEE.

105 - SAME AS 29'S.

120 - UNIQUE, WITH SOME UNEXPECTED LAYERS. A GOOD RABBT IN THEIR OWN RIGHT.

122 - I FIND THEIR RELATIONSHIP FUNNY. I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THEM AS AN INDIVIDUAL.

154 - PENDING.. PENDING.. PENDING.. :)

177 - PRETTY. HAS DONE SOME THINGS I DIDN'T EXPECT FROM THIS ONE.. 177 HAS MORE UNDER THE SURFACE THAN APPEARS.

198 - QUIET, BUT I WANT IT TO CHANGE. 198 COULD BE SOMETHING, OR SHOULD TRY TO BE SOMETHING.

244 - INITITALLY FUCKING ANNOYING. BUT HE HAS SHOWN THE POTENTIAL AND ABILITY TO GROWN SINCE, AND HAS. HE HAS POTENTIAL.

259 - THINKS HE IS BOLDER THAN HE IS, BUT THAT IS TO BE EXPCTED GIVEN HIS CIRCUMSTANCES. GIVEN THE WAY HE IS DEVELOPING, HE COULD BE QUITE TERRIBLE. :)

282 - TOO QUIET TO FORM AN OPINION.

[ask-warlic]

Do you know the Maleurous? What are your thoughts on each of them?

I am aware of the Maleurous. Honestly, with all of my screw-ups, including that time I forced my will on Fiamme, I am wildly surprised they didn't shunt me into that catagory myself. There's also the matter of being the treasurer of the local evil union, but that's not important right now.

What was I talking about? The Maleurous, yes.

I suppose I ought to iron out my thoughts, I've only recently met two of them so most of this is just surface-level evaluations.

Sinnocence: That poor creature. I don't' know what sick soul made them all that way--I have some theories, some accusations to be levied against a certain Empire in Azaveyr for that tacky appearance alone, but they're nothing more than baseless accusations--but the sheer fact they were a threat to both Paladins and Doomknights alike made them a force to be reckoned with. I can only think that an attempt to combine Destiny and Doom Spirits/Weapons was an attempt at making an Exalted Weapon, but all it made was a mess. Actually, on that note, there's one other person I know who would do such a thing, but it's not right of me to accuse her of things when she's not here to defend herself.

Mr. Nameless: He... wasn't the first toy I've seen animated with human souls, but it doesn't get easier. Let's hope no one looks too close at their commemorative plushies. His sheer magical power, even as a single soul bound to a toy, was fantastic. The sheer scale and control are greater even than some greater mages and wizards. I'd have loved to have seen the spellwork in action. Was it purely a multilayered illusion spell or was it a large scale transmutative spell? I could study the remnants but that's not as good as the first hand spell.

*Ahem.* Heard third-hand through Artix that Sally is still upset. Maybe I should send her something to try and cheer her up. Honestly, I don't know enough about Nameless--Twinkles wasn't it?--to comment on him specifically, another experiment gone wrong, probably of a necromancer. A lot of villains are born from such carelessness.

Voyna: I cannot put everything on her, but the socio-economic and environmental damage the so-called "Angel of Azaveyr" caused by hunting dragons to extinction in Azaveyr and forcing the survivors to flee overseas here to Green Guard (Battleonia), has caused lasting chaos to the many native species of dragons living here. She's caused so much grief. I'm not just saying this because of my ties to the Dragon Priestesses and my ties to the elementals. Seriously. In any other context I might actually applaud her power and tenacity, but she's inconvenienced me so she has to go.

Lock and Key: CYSERO THE BAG OF HOLDING DEVELOPED A PERSONALITY AND FEELINGS AGAIN! (That, probably isn't fair of me, seriously good for you guys, I'm very proud of you, please stop stealing my relics).

MyalOS: An Actual DRAGONOID????? IN THIS ERA????? I am literally so hype about this I might die, think of the things they could teach us, the things they've seen and done--They have memory issues? Oh, yes, I suppose that does follow. Damaged and all. They're still a living legend from another world, I can't not get excited about them. I would have killed to have explored their ruined mecha. Oh, the things they've seen and done. The things we could have learned.

They overpowered the Avatars you say?

What...like that's hard?

I wonder if I could improve the universal controls... but I'd have to ask Cysero's permission first, it'd be impolite otherwise. Oh, where was I? right, right, the fish is next.

Remthalas: I don't care much for Remthalas. I pity him. Being beholden to a higher power, I get it. Been there, done that, t-shirts are ordered but on delay. It sucks. But, really, when you knock on the Devil's door, he'll eventually open it for you. Just don't drag the hero down with you, if you can.

Notha: Notha. Notha Ly'Ehr. What to say about the First and Final Maleurous? Brilliant and dangerous in equal measure. Who trusted you with an orbital nuke? Ah I can't be too harsh, you're really an interesting person. Cloning huh? I can't believe humans have finally reached that point. Will extending your life like that really grant you the answer you're chasing? The real answer. How much time is enough? Does that answer mean anything if you can't keep and protect what you want? What's really your end goal? You want to be free, but do you even know what that freedom means for yourself?

I guess I can't judge too hard, it took me literally thousands of years to get where you kids are, so kudos!

Ah, this wasn't very informative more than just me complaining about them, wasn't it? Hope that clarifies things.

#askwarlic #the Maleurous Saga spoilers #if you close your eyes you can really taste the bitterness

[inavagrant-a]

@idolatri said:

❝ we’re a team now. we’re gonna help each other out. ❞ //idolatri - nahida

It's like she's using a language he can't understand, more like words he resists to accept, because in his acceptance he's opening a certain door, and opening it means welcoming her in, and in that welcome he'll leave himself wide open to the very thing he wishes not to repeat again even if perhaps he's not too sure on how he's doing avoiding such a fate. It is cruel and his karma will not allow him a single day of rest, because his mind will always be thinking all matters of things with or without his consent. To this day her reasons for keeping him around are still perplexing. Sure, the first time he could understand, she had a goal for him, plans to use him. A language he comprehends well. She negotiated with him over Irminsul and scouting it out, but after that her actions are still so odd to him. To place the truth of Tatarasuna in there for him to see, to show him the tragedy he allowed those who made a fool of him from the very beginning to make of him. Then after failing to erase himself completely, to turn back the clocks of time, to have that hand spin in reverse, knowing what she knew of him, she still held her hand out to him and gave him a choice. He understands that she does not like to harm living beings, that much is obvious to him, but why not punish him properly? Or perhaps... her mercy can count as that, a punishment. To kill him with kindness instead of what he thinks he deserves, is that what it is he wonders? And if so why regard them as a team?

Seldom are the times Kusanali accompanies him on his wanderings, even more rare when they get the chance to campout, and even then Tetsuya always has the lingering feeling that she's always somehow watching over him. Her schedule is busy, it's tight at the moment with what mess she's been left by those sages who were meant to help her take care of Sumeru. He's her helper, so he has a good idea of what goes on behind the scenes even if the details aren't so clear, he can not say that he wants to learn them to the very last detail anyway. "A team?" He questions the very idea of it as he reaches for the pot resting over the fire, its contents boiling inside, with a plate in hand, serving her some of the soup he has prepared for dinner even if his reasons for indulging are more hollow than her own. He doesn't need to eat, but he eats at his whim's call. Tetsuya places a spoon on her plate and then holds it out for her to take. "When did I agree to that precisely?" He said he would help yes, but a team? His fangs are dull when he asks his question, turning his attention to his own serving of soup, getting a plate for himself as well. He does not gnaw, he does not bare his teeth, he doesn't growl nor snarl at the... idea of it, he discovers as he settles on the grass once more, spoon in hand to scoop some of the vegetable soup he made for them both to spend as their dinner. He stares at the plate and the soup inside, drowning in his own silence and the silent sounds of the forest at night. The crickets, the distant sound of an owl, the constant flow of the river, the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. He is in a silent debate with something he's having a hard time voicing out loud that is... until he isn't anymore.

"Why do you do this?" He asks, conflict carrying his question to her when he looks at her once more. He can't settle with just being satisfied with the fact that he was allowed what he has right now, he can not, because initially he didn't want this. He didn't want any of this, and yes it is all his fault, at his own design, but he's not in the mood to say it's his fault. He wants to know why, why is she so... "After everything I've done... why do you insist with me?" Why haven't you left yet? Is the question hidden behind the manner he worded that. "Is it pity?" He bares his fangs at the mere word pity. "Because I don't want it, I don't want your divine pity." He spits out in disgusting. Divine... what a cursed thing it is. He still has many dues to pay and he can be many things to many different people, but he is a man of his word and those will be paid in due time, in due process. Him still being around... Kusanali's mercy on him has opened many doors for him, things he's still having a hard time to acknowledge such as a second chance with Lumine among many, many other things that would have ended if what he thought Irminsul could grant him would come to pass. "If it's because you feel sorry for me then you can stop that now."

#idolatri #idolatri; wise ruler. #in character. #act iii: wanderer. #uGH #THE MANY THINGS HE WANTS TO ASK HE R I AM #A MESS