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dazzle-writes · 10 months

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Seeing you’re doing matchups! Mind if I slid in?

Trigun (any of them) and Demon Slayer if you don’t mind! You can chose what you’d like headcannons or what of it! Honestly it’s been a while since I’ve seen someone doing match ups! Have a great day/night!!

I’m 5’5”, 23 years old w/ Green eyes I’ve got light brunette hair to the top of my shoulder blades (Needs cut so bad lol). I’m a nice laid back type of person who can take some shit but has no issue handing it right back, also typically blunt & to the point I don’t like sugar coating things. I’m usually seen in a black tank top w/ a black leather jacket, blue jeans & steel toe boots w/ aviator sunglasses. I love napping, I’m not great with kids but have no issue playing with them. All for bad puns, I’m good with my hands, Sarcastic, witty, I don’t mind play flirting; in fact you flirt with me I’ll come back 2x harder. I’m knowing for being a daredevil! I’m very competitive & fun loving. Highly independent always ready to protect/fight (get called guard dog a lot 😅). I love Space, gaming, animals, music, & plants namely pothos I’ve got 6 of them!

I'm so glad you came to my askbox!! Yes yes yes lets get you some matches!!!

For Trigun Stampede I for SURE see you with that version of Wolfwood! He acts flirty and like he's a top, and then just melts when you flirt back. He loves your style, and totally will get you matching sunglasses. He very much enters Protecc Mode whenever he sees you doing stupid shit, like riding a Thompson backwards with a blindfold. he sees you and Vash doing the dumbest shit together and regrets all life choices he has ever made, but mainly introducing you two.

For Trigun Maximum? Oh my lord is it Livio. He just fawns over you and is a big teddy bear! He loves all your comebacks, sometimes he writes down the really good ones so he can read them when he's away. More than once he has had to choke down laughter because all he can think about is what you would say to Knives or the doctor if you heard them speak. Zazie finds this very amusing. Livio also goes into protect mode when he sees you doing dumb stuff, and he just scoops you up to stop you from doing whatever it is. He's also a big fan of holding you.

Trigun 98? Milly 100%. Big gf small gf dynamic. Encourages you to do stupid stuff because she will absolutely do it with you. Meryl is constantly having to bail Milly out because she had to bail you out and somehow you both got kidnapped in the process? Milly also loves your style, and really gets into more cottagecore looks because of you! She likes it when people are surprised you two are together, because then she goes "I know right? I never thought I was into girls!! :)". You were totally her formal queer awakening. She loves showing you how to use her gun too!!

Demon Slayer? I'd say Shinobu!! You both are very short and everyone underestimates you constantly. Shinobu would definitely encourage you to do dumb shit, and then tease you if you got hurt/ embarrassed yourself. Since you're a plant nut, you start figuring out what attracts her favorite types of butterflies to the estate, and start propagating those. The two of you raise bees together and discover that honey harvested from wisteria pollen and nectar can help heal wounds from blood demon arts. If you were a slayer, you'd have your own breath style called Nature breathing, like a mix of Flower, Beast, and Insect breathing. You and Shinobu are like, that meme of the smug cat but two of them. You convince her to find an alternate route to killing Douma, and learn you can train the bees to sting demons ;). She loves being the little spoon! She also finds your style odd, but eventually gifts you a pothos-leaf haori for you to wear.

I hope you like!!!!

#wolfwood x reader #milly thompson x reader #livio x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #matchups #demon slayer #trigun #tristamp #trimax #razz writes

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thedesperatehousehusband · 4 years

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Oscar. 92 years young.

It’s time for the BIG ONE. The one we’ve been waiting for all season. The Academy Awards. The 92nd Oscars. The whole awards “season” culminates with tis slog of a night. Let’s see how this works without a host. It’s the second time they’ve done it and I didn’t hate it last year.

The show kicked off with a performance from Janelle Monae singing about “It’s Time to Come Alive”. I don’t know what the song was about it but I love her and her queer, African American self. Billy Porter made an appearance. He’s been strutting it allllll these shows. He looked batshit at the Grammy’s but tonight he looks normal, for him.

Steve Martin and Chris Rock DID NOT CARE. When people don’t give a shit, I love it. The Director category is missing vaginas. There were no black nominees in 1929. There’s one in 2020. Progress. Good shit. Eddie Murphy’s under the stage. Oooooh. They DO NOT CARE.

Regina King is butter. She looks amazing. Of course and as expected, Brad Pitt wins Best Supporting Actor for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. He’s won 100% of all the awards all season so this is the icing on the cake. Nice speech. I love him. I love this movie.

I love Mindy Kaling’s dress. She looks outstanding. Of course and as expected, Toy Story 4 wins Best Animated Feature. It really was incredible. Buzz & Woody are legends and now we can include Forky in that list of animated legends.

Josh Gad…..Idina Menzel. Pronounced just like it’s spelled. Take that, John Dumb-Ass Travolta. And that was kick ass. I totally loved the international take on Into the Unknown from Frozen 2.

Why, Diane Keaton, why? Isn’t it done with the whole Annie Hall thing? But the banter with Keanu Reeves was really quite funny. HOLY SHIT BALLS!!! Parasite wins Best Original Screenplay. Is this a sign of things to come?? I REALLY thought Once Upon a Time in Hollywood was going to clean up tonight. But maybe not. Is it going to be a Parasite night??????

What is Timothee Chalamet wearing? Is that a tracksuit? At the Oscars? Dude. What are you doing? I know you’re all fashion-y and shit but I’m not into it. Taika Waititi wins for Best Adapted Screenplay for Jojo Rabbit. A movie which I simply loved and adored. It made me laugh and cry.

Maya Rudolph and Kristen Wiig decided to go with the craziest thing they could find at the store. At least they’re funny. Because they look nuts. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood wins for Production Design. And that makes sense to me. It really looked amazing.

Loved the a cappella medley of clothes songs for Maya and Kristen to sing in advance of Best Costumes. Little Women wins. At least it won something because that’s likely going to be it. Normally the winner looks out of his/her mind when they walk on the stage. This woman looked downright sane.

What is this song that Chrissy Metz is singing? I have no idea what it is but she sounds really good.

I would like to thank Mark Ruffalo for just wearing a goddamn tux and looking fucking fantastic in it.

I absolutely hate Laura Dern’s dress but I love me some Laura Dern. She’s cleaned up all season so cap it off with the Oscar, why don’t ya? Of course and as expected. I don’t know why but it makes me teary-eyed EVERY time Laura Dern thanks Diane Ladd and Bruce Dern. I just love it that she thanks her parents and references them as her acting inspiration each time she collects an award.

Ummmmm. What is HAPPENING?? Eminem didn’t show when we WON the damn Oscar for writing this song but he gon show up for a fucking montage??? What is HAPPENING???? I love this. Every fucking thing on the stage right now is unbelievable. THE AUDIENCE IS STANDING UP. THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE INCLUDING MARTIN SCORSESE IS STANDING UP. Eminem, motherfuckers.

Sound Editing goes to Ford vs. Ferrari. I’m unclear on what sound editing is.

Sound Mixing goes to 1917. I’m unclear on what sound mixing is.

Jesus Christ. Randy Newman is starting to look really fucking old. He still sounds like Randy Newman though, so I guess that’s good.

Thank you for Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Will Ferrell for making some jokes. 1917 wins Best Cinematography. I’m going to remind you how little I care about 1917. In my shallow and small mind, it’s just basically Saving Private Ryan in World War I. That’s probably over-simplified but that’s what I get from previews.

Best Editing goes to Ford vs. Ferrari. I can dig it with all the car scenes. Thank GAWD it didn’t go to The Irishman. Because that movie wasn’t edited because it was 400 hours long. It was TOO fucking much.

Zazie Beetz looks AMAZING. Her dress is killer.

Cynthia Erivo is an amazing singer. She’s not going to win Best Actress so her only chance at the EGOT is Best Original Song. I’m not particularly feeling this song but strange things have happened.

Rebel Wilson and James Corden dressed up as cats from Cats. They don’t care. 1917 wins Best Visual Effects. Who cares?

I love that Ray Romana got bleeped. I do love when people get bleeped. Bombshell wins for Hair & Makeup. Which makes sense. John Lithgow isn’t exactly an overly attractive person but making him look like Roger Ailes, who is more or less the earthly embodiment of Jabba the Hutt, is worthy of an award.

Why is it now Best International Feature Film as opposed to Foreign Language Film? Of course and as expected, Parasite wins Best International Feature Film or Foreign Language Film. I guess that Bong Joon-Ho really likes the name change and what it symbolizes.

I know this is terribly un-LGBTQ of me but I just don’t care about Elton John and this song isn’t good.

Ummmmmm. Sigourney Weaver looks INCREDIBLE. If she’s had work done, it’s both discrete and expensive. It’s a testament when you stand next to people like Brie Larson and Gal Gadot and hold your own at nearly 70. Get it done, Sigourney.

Love this Icelandic woman winning Best Score for Joker. Love, love, love, love. There’s more than Bjork in Iceland. Great speech.

Elton John wins for Best Original Song and I don’t care.

OH SNAP. Bong Joon Ho wins Best Director for Parasite. Y’all, it’s looking good for Parasite. Solid, solid speech as delivered by this translator who DID NOT step it up for the Oscars. Still just a smart suit. I was hoping for more, girl.

I want so hard to get Billie Eilish. And I just don’t. But I always enjoy the In Memoriam. Kirk Douglas, 103 years old.

Olivia Colman must have got a deal on all that velvet. Ooooof. But, dammit, she’s hilarious. Of course and as expected, Joaquin Phoenix wins for Joker. He’s not right. His speech was insane. Art imitates life……

Of course and as expected, Renee Zellweger wins Best Actress for Judy. This Texas accent has been present this whole awards season. I don’t get it and I don’t know why. Her speech isn’t meaningful at all. It’s just names. Blah. Well, now, we’re trying to make it meaningful but I’m not sure it’s working.

Let’s stand up for Jane Fonda, shall we? She’s a fucking movie star. She looks REMARKABLE. Don’t get me wrong. She’s 81 years old and has been sliced and diced every which way but loose but still….she looks bananas amazing. Best Picture, y’all. What’s it gonna be???? The anticipation is palpable!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddddddd the Oscar goes to: PARASITE!!!! I mean at this point it’s no surprise. First non-English movie ever to win Best Picture. I’m into it. I love it. The speeches are wonderful. I loved that Tom Hanks and Charlize were all like…Bring the light back up. Let them speak!

Peace out, Oscars. It’s time for bed.

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autumnpawtribe · 5 years

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For the love I bear you, I will endure. Part 1

Vol heard Aret call out for them over the link. They all shared a mage-created collar, or in Aret’s case an earring, that allowed them to speak and communicate over long distances. Tarja had one as well, but Tarja only allowed her to ‘speak’, not hear into her fathers minds. Janaret had to go back to his duties and responsibilities to the royal family a few days prior, which was normal for the new little family. He’d usually tell them the happenings of the day, say good night and let them know when he needed them. That evening, the feelings and thoughts that came from him as he called out to them for help were not incoherent, but he was all sorts of jumbled. Unfortunately, Tarja was sick, her stomach having been upset for a few days. Vol was the only one she wanted to soothe her and her fluffy Ba got dirty and was less washable than her Papa and Zazi, the name Aret had chosen as the one he would take as her father. This meant the more dominant of the three couldn't go to him.

"Ja gonna be ok comfortin' em? Usually ja two not alone fer et. Ja be sure ja can calm em down?"

Xiao was immediately worried for their third, already coming to care for him quite a lot. He looked to Vol immediately and nodded, leaning over to kiss him. "I'm a monk, keeping people calm is part of what I do. He is also my mate, I should be able to do this. I will figure it out if I cannot. Take care of Tarja for me." He said with a smile, though it was small still due to his worry. With that, he disappeared with the use of his hearthstone to the Vale. From there he took the portal to Orgrimmar and then the portal to Zul'dazar. He could feel Aret's nerves, his panic, whatever was bothering him was clear. He'd follow the pull of the link, searching for his mate until he found him one way or another.

Aret was trying to still wash the blood from his body, hiding in his apartment. His mate's had the key, but the big zandalari was loathe to go and open the door. He was used to what was his duty and his caste. The early morning events shook him up too much, too badly. When Xiao found him, he was in the bathing room, scrubbing tar black blood from lavender blue skin, almost obsessively . the water was dark as he began unbraiding his hair and letting it splay over his shoulders. He sensed Xiao, still shaking, but trying to calm himself.

Xiao practically ran inside when he saw the blood all over him and saw him shaking. He didn't care for the mess, he immediately ran up to Aret and wrapped his arms around him. He knew, even then, touch would comfort the man. He hoped his fluffy fur would help too, clinging to him now with worry so clear in his touch. He spoke through the link, thinking it might be easier for Aret. "Talk to me? What happened?" He paused, kissing the man's shoulder, uncaring for the mess still. "You are safe, I promise. I will not let anything happen to you. Can you tell me you're okay at least?" He asked nervously, worried for the man he'd come to care so deeply for already.

"She looked like you.. Red-fur.. attacked."

The link exploded with the scene of Alliance attacking. Human, draenei and gnome coming first. He protected the throne as he could and would, his duty and diligence in the face of attackers well practiced and honed to a sharp edge. Ther bloody skirmish was met with him and two others in his patrol, the other two hurt badly but alright as they collected and healed themselves. What they didn't expect was a pandaren monk, in blue black garb and their face covered, that attacked and came for Aret first. He defended himself, screaming in fury as he shoved a spear through the attacker's throat. He could tell it was a female, and saw green eyes. Her eyes reminded him of Xiao's, the Zandalari prelate freaking out loudly as he dropped corpse and spear away from himself.

Aret held his head and hid his face, the prelate, trained against emotion, was losing his mind and let the tears fall down his face, unable to look at Xiao now. He'd swore to not hurt his love's people. "I had to.. I'm sorry, I had to.."

Xiao's eyes widened at the scene playing out before him, a single tear falling down his cheek as he looked over at Aret. "Hey..." He murmured quietly, reaching over to take Aret's hands away from his face and gently lean in to kiss him on the lips. This wasn't any sort of lustful kiss, it was one of kindness, intimacy, affection. Comfort to let him know he was there. "You don't have to apologize for doing your job, Aret. They were coming for your king, your people. Just like I had to do when... when I had to defend Pandaria. They chose their side. At times I almost wish I had chosen that side, this Horde... the last thing I want to be in anymore under that twisted 'queen'. The fact they attacked you here? That was their decision. A fight against the Banshee's Horde, I would join in an instant despite being one of the ones to join it. Against your people? That's just foolish. You did what you had to. What is important, Aret? I am right here... I am not going anywhere, and I am safe. I promise. I have you." He hugged him tighter, kissing him again gently and pressing their foreheads together now.

"Has Vol'raka not left the Horde? He said he.. didn't want to raise Tarja... in undead hell." He hid his face in fur and apologized before crying into the soft pelt of his love. He admitted he loved Xiao, gentle, kind, caring and beautiful. It was not sexual when he kissed back, but held the pandaren as if protecting him. Guilt still ran through his head, shock, pain, worry, fear. All were palpable as he sought comfort from his family, his Xiao. Shared, but still loved deeply and wanted. He turned his face to the smaller male, dropping his head in submission for his own psyche and attempt to control his fear. "You, Vol'raka, Tarja are important. If you were in the city, they would have attacked you too. But.. eyes.. your eyes. close, so close." He was rambling now, whining as he kept his face against Xiao's neck, black hair splayed over shoulder and pandaren. He'd grown it out a bit in the few weeks they were together, and it now hid his face.

Xiao took Aret's hand and pulled him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom so he could sit them on the bed. Without waiting, he climbed into Aret's lap, wrapped his arms around him, and guided his mate's face to nuzzle into his chest so he could kiss the top of his head and hold him close. "He left the Horde, we both did. Even if they attacked, we would have been fine. Vol'raka is a masterful hunter and I have taught him enough of my ways for him to be proficient even without a weapon. Tarja? Well..." He cleared his throat. "As horrifying as it is to think about, if, and I mean IF someone was ever so heartless as to hurt a baby? Our child? I would bring her back." He shook his head. "I cannot do it on command, the energy is often beyond me. Only when I am under extreme duress or stress. It pushes me further, but I can do it. If it ever happened to Tarja? Do not think for a moment that I would not spend every last ounce of Chi in my body if I had to just to bring her back. Nothing will take her from us. Nothing."

"I cannot protect you all here, Xiao Chun. I cannot protect Master... Vol'raka. I cannot protect our daughter." He was a protector, it was what he knew. Something in that days events worried him. He had a family now. Fathers protected their families. That was ingrained into him years ago. Even as strong as he knew the two of them were, he still felt like he had to protect. He didn't even want to think of Tarja being that badly hurt. He would be prepared to kill in seconds if anyone hurt that litttle girl he called his own. Even as he lay on Xiao's chest, coming from his panic, the anger and rage that filled him was taking its place. "No one will hurt our daughter."

Xiao shook his head. "You do not have to, Aret. We all three can protect her. You do not have to fear... I promise. I am alright, I will be alright. So is Vol, and he will be too." He kissed the top of Aret's head again, just holding him. "What can I do? How can I calm you, hm? I hate to see you like this..." He murmured with a sad frown. "That does not mean you have to hide it, by any means. I just want to help make it go away."

Janaret didn't speak, he just held his love, one he held deeply, to his body and let himself calm down. His ran his hands over thick fur, finding the repeated motion of 'petting' Xiao and especially on his legs and side, was soothing. Outside of that room, he would never be able to do this openly. Yet in that bed, he didn't care of anyone though him weak, he made the man he loved happy. With a few of the movements, a small caste kiss laid on Xiao's bearded chin, but they seemed to help soothe and calm down the Zandalari who was using him as a pillow.

Xiao took the silence to mean that this was helping and he took that to be enough. He just decided to pepper the Zandalari with kisses, legs and arms wrapped around him as he gently kissed along his jawline, down his neck, and then back up along his cheeks to his forehead before pressing their foreheads together and kissing him slowly on the lips. All of it was nonsexual, nothing of lust or desire; not that he lost his desire for the man, his was simply different. It was his affection, his tenderness, how much he cared for the large prelate. All of it showed in every little kiss to comfort his lover, holding him close and hoping the contact offered at least some comfort.

Aret's forehead rubbed against Xiao's chest, almost as if a cat being affectionate with it's owner. Having killed someone who might even in an inkling be family to his loves bothered him. He'd calmed down,. Sighing as he looked up in curiosity at Xiao. He was attracted to his mates and loved his new family, but knew so little of them. He spoke in hushed Pandaren, clear, but quiet.

"She was no relation I hope...?"

Xiao immediately shook his head the moment Aret shook. "No, of course not." He kissed him ever so gently on the nose again, reassuring him. "I am an only child. It was just me, my mother, and my father. I have a small family. She is no one to me, I promise."

"I have sisters. Your mother is feisty, and your father is... strong willed. They have a lovely son." Aret smiled, laying his head on a soft furred chest. "I should go see Naddja, I have not seen her she lost her baby."

Xiao was about to chuckle a bit when he heard of his father and mother, but when Aret mentioned Naddja, he literally choked. A mixture of a gasp turned into him coughing and sputtering, sitting upright and gasping for breath after he finally dislodged the saliva from his windpipe. He looked at Aret a bit panic-stricken, eyes wide and wild. "I'm sorry, who lost her baby?"

"My younger sister, Naddja. Mala'ket said the baby was born dead, ashes scattered in the river by Tal'Gurub. I went with her to spread the ashes. She was heartbroken. They are going to try again. Are you alright, Xiao Chun?" Aret sat up, almost hovering over the pandaren in his worry. His brow was furrowed as he checked the pandaren over. He knew some healing, and was concerned.

Upon hearing the names and the explanation, he only grew more panicked, his eyes frantic and looking around at everything and nothing. "You..." He panted a bit shaking his head. "Is... ah, is Naddja a common name in Zandalar?" He asked before clearing his throat. "Better yet, what... what is your father's name?"

Aret scowled, confused and nervous at the same time. The nervous and anxious male whined, but spat out the information. He was afraid he was in trouble, displeased Xiao at his words and dropped his head in submission as he spoke. "Naddja is not common, our Father's name is Jansevet." The Zandalari whimpered as he lay his hands in his lap, palms up. Vol had mentioned that the position was one Aret had learned elsewhere, and was showing his was submissive and no threat to someone more dominant than him. It was a fear response for the big burly male.

Xiao let out a quiet keening whine as he let his face come down to rest in his hands, covering his features and just rubbing at his face. "Sweet unmerciful Celestials... why..." He breathed out, unable to look up from the floor. He reached out to Vol through the link, cutting himself off from Aret briefly to do so. "Vol... we have a very, very large problem..." His mate would be able to hear the panic and angst in his voice over the link

Aret dropped his head deeply, full of worry and panic, almost shutting fully down from what he viewed as upsetting Xiao through his actions. Vol was sitting in a rocking chair, Tarja finally asleep and feeling a little better. "He keeps the lube in the side drawer, but I moved it to the bathroom last week." Tarja whined in her sleep, her small fever gone, but still flushed. Even in her sleep, she was poking at her fathers and making sure they were still where she could be near them.

Xiao almost chuckled at Vol, the sound escaping him audibly with a hint of desperation. Before he responded to Vol, he finally was able to pull himself out of his panic enough to realize Aret was completely shutting down. "Hey, hey hey hey..." He murmured quietly, leaning over to pull Aret's head up and kiss him gently on the lips. "I am not mad at you, you did nothing wrong. Fate... is just not kind to us. Please, do not look so heartbroken, it hurts to think my reaction did that." He nuzzled Aret gently before speaking through the link. "A real problem, Vol. Life-altering problem. I do not even know where to begin."

Vol's eyebrow went up but he kept rocking the baby in his arms, trying to keep her asleep. "What is wrong with Aret? He's too quiet. He usually is talking in our heads..."

Aret just looked glassy eyed as he stared through the mattress of the bed they laid on. With Xiao's kiss he whined softly, shivering with his panic and pointedly NOT looking at the pandaren he had fallen in love with. He was rocking back and forth quietly, looking as if to cry, but seemingly unable.

"Xiao... what the fuck is going on? Do we need to come there? It will take a while if we need to."

Xiao clung to Aret, holding him tight and keeping him from rocking; instead of holding their forms together. "He was talking about his family, Vol. Do you know who his family is?" He sighed and continued. "... His sister is Naddja..." He spoke audibly now to Aret. "Hey, talk to me, please? Just... here, this is... well, it will seem unrelated. Did Vol ever tell you how Tarja ever came to be, hm?" He hoped something seemingly unrelated would help Aret maybe uncomatose himself.

"Half an hour."

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