#however. have u consider i am very tired

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

Okay, Miss Angst Queen, you want angsty scenarios, I shall give you one.

Fem!Reader (You), Diluc and Kaeya grew up together and Diluc develops a kiddie crush on you.

That's why he isn't too happy when Crepus suddenly announces that because Jean's mother had activated the marriage contract between their families, he is now engaged to Jean.

It didn't take Jean long to realize that Diluc doesn't like her the way he like you and she's pretty miffed because she feels you have 'stolen' her fiancé. Her more... over-zealous servants decide to take matters into their own hands and arrange for 'unfortunate incidents' to happen to you.

Eventually, your mother is forced to fake your death and send you to her distant relative in Liyue (Baizhu) when one of those 'unfortunate incidents' come a little too close to killing you.

With Diluc, after his self-exile after Crepus' death, the very first thing he does after returning to Mondstadt is to annul the marriage contract.

( I resubmitted it myself so I can have it in my drafts )

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Character: Diluc

Type: Angst, tragedy, and Reader in her villian era

Tags: Fem!Reader

Requester: @sailorstar9

Content: The female protagonist grew up with Kaeya and Diluc, along with Diluc developing a crush on on you since childhood. However, Jean's mother activated a marriage contract with Diluc's fathers, thus binding him and Jean in an arrange marriage. Jean's servants decided to arrange an event to create an unfortunate "accident" which lead your mother to actually making you fake your death by it and send you to Baizhu, a distant relative. However, unknowingly after Crepus's death along with his situation with Kaeya, he placed himself on self exile and the first action he did when returning, was to nullify his marriage contract with Jean now that he is the head of the family and can decline the contract. ( I hope I got this correctly )

My spin with Angst :) : Years later, Since the reader's distant relative is Baizhu, it would make sense she would have Dendro healing abilities, as Baizhu have been training you to defend yourself and medically educate you. However, ironically, you were in your villain era, You were angry, you felt robbed. This was trauma without you realizing it. Despite being taught to be a catalyst user, you decided, why in the hell would you even try at this point? You decided, a sword would suit you much better.

Trigger Warning: I might be a little violent in this story to stress the Villain Era the reader is in, and also, dealing with trauma so please proceed with caution. I might add cursing a bit, please let me know if you can feel the idea of the reader without the cursing.

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"What you do you mean you are cancelling the arrange marriage!?!" Jean looked at Diluc shocked.

He was standing in her office, unfazed. One word to describe Diluc right now, was tired. Exhausted. Drained. He had no energy to deal with anything, he didn’t want to deal with anything. He lost the person who he loved to some vague accident, he lost his father, and lastly, he lost his brother, metaphorically of course.

"Just as I said, I am canceling this unnecessary contract, I have the right to. The only reason we had this, was only because of the favor my father owned your mother. Consider that favor fulfilled by my servitude to the Favonious knights." He turned to leave without another world.

Jean jumped forward, and walked. "Wait! Wait!" She hugged him from behind. "I haven’t see you in so long, can't we talk this out? Come on, Luc..."

Diluc pushed her away. "Don't ever call me that again, understand? I only tolerated it for the contract. But I never want to hear it out your mouth again. Understand?"

Jean looked at him baffled. "B-But-"

"Understand?" Diluc glared into her eyes, his eyes were soulless reds, in the pits of a fiery empty dead hell.

Jean obediently complied, due to shock and intimidation. "U-Understand..."

Diluc continued to walk out of her office. "There is only one person who is allowed to call me that..."

As Jean watched Diluc walked out and put in all his two week notices for everything and leaving behind a life he once had. To that, he thought, good riddance.

As years, passed by, Diluc went on to be the most successful winery owner over the countries, gaining riches, as his main occupation is to produce wine, and deal with the fatui, and any other monsters at hand.

However, here you are, staring in the mirror in your room. You lived in Bubu Pharmacy with Baizhu looking after you. You glared at the scars on your body. There were deep scarring on your arms, back and chest. So deep, that it could be felt through your clothes if anyone tried hard enough to pay attention.

Red. There was only anger in your eyes. You saw a glimpse of your kind happy face, when you were younger, as it flashed back now. You just wanted to be left alone. You want peace and quiet. You didn’t care for anything. You were just angry.

You were robbed, you lost everything. Angry at almost dying, angry at losing your roots at your home land. Angry that you could have had a happy life, a peaceful life. Yet, you were here in fucking Liyue. Your mother recently passed, months ago, and you couldn’t be there. Why? Because you were in fucking Liyue. You could have healed her, but she kept saying no and to keep your faked death a secret.

She has passed on, that was the last straw, fuck faked death. Fuck being alive or dead. Fuck everything. You are done.

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin #Genshin Tradegy #genshin impact story #genshin impact scenarios #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #platonic diluc and kaeya #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc x fem!reader #jean genshin impact #jean gunnhildr #genshin charater x reader

[merakiui]

mera mera did u read the platinum jacket vignettes for jade and floyd??? there’s some new tweel lore that would make good character analysis 👀 👀 👀 👀

>:) my writer brain is bouncing around the confines of my skull!!!!! It's too good. I rambled a lot, but I hope it makes sense. Forgive me. orz I wanted to share my thoughts and write something of an analysis/characterization. >_<

Floyd who plays with things until it's broken and thoroughly in disrepair, whereas Jade prefers to dissect said interesting thing until there's nothing left to glean. The both of them tossing aside these interesting things after they've "broken" them because it's no longer fun or entertaining. The implications of the physical and the mental, which is how I often characterize them: Floyd is more physical in everything he does. Jade is more about the mind. I think this is rather obvious, though. Floyd is very physical, both in affection and in intimidation, within the game. Jade is always so meticulous and calculating. Whereas Floyd would rather execute vengeance right away with his fists, Jade prefers to stall the suffering so that it truly cuts deep (mentally).

To illustrate the hurt: Floyd will break bones, spatter organs, leave you completely, horrifically, bodily devastated. Jade will dig into you with metaphorical scalpel, stir your brain around within your head, and watch you squirm, all with the sweetest smile. The difference is that Floyd is swift, like a hatchet splitting wood, and perhaps there is some level of mercy in the quickness. Jade is not. He's the type who tilts his head at a cute angle and asks, "Does it hurt? I should hope so," all while you're (very obviously) hurting. Jade thrives off of the build-up and the consequent break-down.

Floyd likes the chase, the euphoria of a quick capture. He plays with you, breaks you, and skips off to find something else that'll grab his attention; he doesn't linger or loiter or spend time considering the other ways in which he could have fun with you because he's already lost interest. Jade becomes your second shadow; he dwells in the corners of your mind, the little paranoid parts that spur you to think, "Am I truly alone?" And you're not. He puts you under his microscope and he studies you; turn the scope or spotlight on him, however, and he hates it because there are no shadows to hide within.

These "interesting things," which we can classify as hobbies or fleeting/temporary interests, hyperfixations, or even obsessions, mean that the twins require stimulation from such obsessions (naturally, as most of us don't like feeling bored). When the obsession no longer serves its purpose, it's useless, meaningless, and boring. It makes sense for Jade to have such an attachment to terrariums and cultivating mushrooms because the unexpected almost always happens with plants (which keeps him properly invested) and, as he's mentioned in the game, he enjoys "controlling what lives and dies." Again, the mental implications of control, of getting to pick and choose and be particularly selective when playing with the thing. If Jade likes you enough, you should hope he never tires of you because once he's finished playing with his obsession it's soon discarded. He has no feelings for it anymore. It's nothing to him.

In that regard, Floyd's interests may be slightly more fleeting than Jade's because of how mercurial he is. That, and Floyd doesn't look towards the future as much as Jade does when it comes to hobbies. For Jade, it's a matter of how long will the hobby sustain him, keep his interest, provide entertainment and stimulation? For Floyd, it's a matter of how will this entertain him in the here and now? The present. In his basketball club wear, Floyd remarks how he and Jade once found a ball floating on the surface and they spent time throwing it around. But it was short-lived fun because it soon deflated, which essentially means they were likely whipping it at one another. Both twins play rough and are only gentle when they want to be or when (or if) certain situations call for it. But playing rough is the most fun because that's how they get the most use out of the fun things.

At the core of it, though, they both want to obtain things that are difficult to get or things they can't have. No matter what, at any cost. And when they have it, it's not enough to derive satisfaction from simply celebrating such a success. They have to truly appreciate it until it's breaking, which makes me happy because I love to imagine both of them (especially Jade) loving until breaking. They love their thrills. Life wouldn't be any fun if it was predictable and mundane. They need their thrills. And sometimes it's thrilling to break something. To enjoy something until it's no longer usable or enjoyable must be quite cathartic; there's a level of ownership to that, too. No one else can play with it because it's broken (physically or mentally). Or: no one else will want to play with it because it's broken (physically or mentally). By that logic, it belongs solely to the twins. No one else will ever be able to experience or play with that thing in the way the twins did.

There's so much more I could say, but I fear if I continue anymore it will start to sound like an analysis paper. ^^;;; I'm grateful if anyone read up to this point!!!

#twisted chit chat #kikuo's 'breaking things into pieces'........ that is such a floyd leech song

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for causing the likely deaths of my friend and his big sister?

This is going to be a long story, but I'll try to summarize. I (???NB) and my friends are physically incapable of dying, a limitation put in by our... I suppose parents? who have all long since left us. We are all frustrated, but continuing our jobs despite their absence. I have a lot of friends involved in this story, but the most important I will call P (???M,) N (???M), and P's big sister M (???F). I should note that P and M are located very close to each other, and share resources.

P came to me recently to vent about the lives we have been forced to live, saying that he's tired of trying to work and angry that we were all left here, and that it wasn't fair. I had told him that none of us were happy, but worked because we couldn't do anything else, akin to bugs trying to find a way out of a maze. At the time I thought I had handled the situation fairly well, but I'm starting to doubt that now.

Time passed, and P's condition didn't get any better, and I started feeling really bad about it. This is where I messed up; I sent P illegal information conveying a loophole regarding our immortality, giving us a way to die that he could look into. I didn't think he would immediately act on it, he is usually much better with doing research, but after a long while of silence from him I started to worry if something was wrong.

That's when M came to me and the rest of our group to tell us P had been taking more resources than his usual share, (water to be specific,) and was taking a large majority of what she needed to upkeep herself. She asked everyone to try and get in contact with him because if he didn't stop whatever he was doing, it would kill her. She said she would try to force communication with him if all else failed, though I'm not sure if she's done that yet.

Someone else in our group who I wouldn't really consider a friend, U (???NB) had ended up exposing P's poor condition after a long bout of silence. It turns out that he's very sick now due to failing the instructions I had given him. I sent another message to P, expressing my worry for him and his condition, and talked with N while waiting. P was furious upon receiving it however, blaming me and M for him being in the condition he was in now, and cutting off contact with me entirely. I haven't been able to get a hold of him since, and M had been unreachable for a long while before the message was even delivered.

I feel awful about all of this obviously, and am pretty sure that I'm the AH, but N keeps insisting to me that I'm not. I'm not sure that I fully trust his opinion though, because he's currently very mad at P which while I can understand, I feel is making N biased against him.

TLDR: I gave my immortal friend instructions on how to die, and him failing to replicate what I given him has caused him illness and his big sister has been silent for a long time. I feel I'm responsible for their fates. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #SUICIDE

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE (… CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)

I feel very motivated. Yes it’s 5 am

It’s December now……..originally wasn’t gonna consider this canon but it is. We’re cooking again. WE DRAW CLOSER TO 2002!!!!!!! its december 24th 2001 in story!!!

this one’s a quick one since it’s just a one off chrystler chapter.

hopefully it’ll hold u guys for just a LIITTLEEE longer while i work on other things too. by the way when i rewatched the eggnog match, it was so fast it actually made me mad LMAO, well not much you can do there anyway so i tried improvising..?

‘TWAS THE RAW before Christmas and you’re sure there’s a lot of holiday cheer. You’re excited. What’s the night got in store?

You received a blue and red envelope in your locker today.

It’s painfully obvious they were invited to Smackdown and Raw’s Christmas parties, but you think it’s only because they want you to see what each brand had in store. They hadn’t started the draft yet, but you’re sure both General Managers had their eyes on a few picks…including you.

All you can hope is that the fans don’t get tired of you. It’s probably the only way you’d be allowed to be a free agent.

Before you can leave, your phone rings. You’re a little concerned, given that you’re at work and have never ever gotten a call. You’re about to enter the room, but you take a step back to quickly answer. “Hello?”

‘Hello, sweetie! How are you? Are you working?’

It’s your mother, and when hearing her voice, you sigh. “Hey, yes. I’m working. Is something wrong?”

‘No, no at all.’ It makes you sigh again, but this time in relief. ‘I watched one of your shows. That Jeff boy seems very nice. I’d like if you bring him home for Christmas!’

Oh, that’s not…

It takes you a moment to respond. “What? Why?”

‘He just seems sweet! That is a pure-hearted boy, and you seem to care for him enough. I’ll be expecting you two love birds.’ She says. ‘That is if you’re able to come home.’

“I’m not sure. I think I might, but only for a day. The next Raw doesn’t get taped until…well, next year. In January. I forgot when Smackdown was.”

‘I hope you do. We miss you very much. Give what I said some thought! I won’t bother you anymore. I love you!’

“Love you too. Bye bye.” And you hang up. You don’t think you’ll ever tell anyone what she said. You probably wouldn’t hear the end of it!

You take a deep breath and shake it off. As you walk through the door, you’re greeted by a camera and…Pat Patterson and Gerald Brisco in elf outfits.

Wow, what a party Mr. McMahon has hosted…

Speaking of him, he was already at the door once he opened it. “I totally wasn’t listening to your conversation,” He clarified. You roll your eyes. But your boss is thrilled to see you, outstretching his arms.

“You’re the star of the night! I assure you, you’ve chosen the right party. You’re going to love it here.”

He tries going in for a hug, but you don’t react. Instead, he awkwardly reaches his hand out, and you shake it hesitantly. This is still your boss, after all.

“Everybody give a warm welcome to [Name]!” Vince announced. Great, now everyone’s staring.

You give a small wave as everyone in the room soundly greets you. Some of these people look familiar. Billy and Chuck, Terri, Christian, The Dudley Boyz….

And then there’s Stacy. Your eyes brighten once you see her in the room. She’s the only one you know well. She’s also excited to see you, hopping off of (who you can assume is) Bubba’s lap.

“[Name]! You came!”

“Hi.” You wave. “You look nice.”

Your voice is dry, which makes Stacy pout in return. However, your compliment puts her at ease. “Thanks!”

She then takes her hand and pulls on your shirt. “What’s with this? I thought you’d be all dressed up! It’s about to be Christmas! You dressed up when we were in WCW, remember?”

You do. It’s not because you wanted to, either. You didn’t really have a choice. Management wanted all the girls to come out in their little cute Santa’s helper costumes, and the moment you complained about it, you were told that you could just go for the day…and not be on TV.

You shake your head. “I’d rather just wear my regular clothes. Now, you may ask why again. The answer…is because I can. “To you, that reason was as good as any.

“Ugh, come on.” She whines. “I wanted to see you in something nice. I think the crowd would love it, too!”

There lies the problem. You scoff. “As if I’m showing any kind of skin in this landfill of a place called Miami. Of all the states we have to be in, it’s Florida?! Gross..” Your words incite booing from the crowd, but it’s not like you can hear them anyway. “This place sucks. I saw a man wrestling an alligator outside.”

“You’re silly. You should take a load off.” Stacy grins. Little did she know, you were dead serious. And the man was WINNING! Incredible.

You figured there was no convincing Stacy. She must’ve thought you were crazy.....if she doesn’t already.

She takes her hand and pats your shoulder. “It’s okay, [Name]. Maybe you’re just a little hazy from excitement. You should have some fun with us!”

“I don’t think I can.” You decline. “I’ve got a segment soon. So, not for long. Whatever’s going on here, I’m happy to see we’re all getting along.”

“I’m taking that you like it here?” Vince cuts in, then motions towards the other wrestlers. “See all the star power in here. That could be you. You can be involved. You sign with SmackDown, I promise you you’ll see that and more.”

You will consider. You’re not entirely sure whether or not you want to be with either brand because they have pros and cons. The problem is, which one would you rather deal with?

“Right, um..” You hesitate for a second, and Vince immediately jumps on his chance.

“Well, why don’t you come over and drink some punch? If that’s not your thing, we’ve got a lot of options.” He holds up a bottle of sparkling cider.

Man, he’s really trying hard, huh?

The arrival of Booker T grabs his attention, and you slink away to Christian instead. “Hey! Been a while.”

Christian looks around before looking at you with a grin. (Something you know he did on purpose) “If it isn’t my favorite fan! How’s it going, tiny?”

It’s been a while since he’s even called you that nickname, and it still does NOT hold true. You swear to god it’s not true. “I have definitely been fine! Just hanging in there.”

“I dunno, what you did at Vengeance was completely nuts. Are you sure you’re just hanging in there? Not gonna do the same to me, are you?” He asks.

“No. I just want to relax today! I really do.” You admit. You’re tired, and you want some time to think. This party does nothing for your racing thoughts, but the least you could do was try and enjoy it before leaving.

Which was probably soon.

“I don’t mean to butt in at all,” Terri comes over to you and rubs your shoulder. “But are you doing alright? The last time I saw you was when you mistook me for Torrie. And you had a bit of a meltdown during Vengeance.”

Wow, you really did leave a mark. Everyone must know about your little stunt. You fight a smile. “I’m just fine. I got my anger out and everything. I’m totally not mad.”

That was a lie. You are still mad and are unsure how long it’ll last, but you are still upset at Torrie. You’re still upset at Jeff and Raven as well, but the difference is that you don’t think you’ll ever forgive her for what she’s done so far.

Terri was going to speak again, but Vince loudly called everyone to attention. “You guys! Listen up, I got a surprise.” The door opens, and you don’t believe your eyes. “Courtesy of Santa himself, Santa’s little helpers!”

….Wait a second, these aren’t elves. They’re women! Did he seriously invite strippers?

They’re fully clothed, but their dresses were so short you might as well consider it next to nothing. It’s not like you’re complaining per se, but jeez. Wasn’t this supposed to be a kid-friendly show?

Haha, as if. You chuckle to yourself a bit.

Vince is introducing them as Santa’s helpers indeed. He takes “Vixen’s” hand to lead her onto a table.

“Alright,” You don’t want to stay around for this. “You guys have a good night, okay? I think I’m cutting it close. I need to get out in the ring.”

“But I’ve got a lot to show you, [Name]. You can’t just leave yet!” Vince tried to convince you, but you shook your head.

“Really can’t. But I promise I’ll consider Smackdown.”

You have to quickly exit before he can say anymore, but you can’t deny that you’re excited to talk in the ring.

Did you expect anything less from Vince McMahon? No. Hopefully, Raw would fare better.

Well, you’ll see soon enough.

It’s your turn to go out there, and you were pretty amped up about it. Sure, it’s another show of Raw, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Santa should be out and about now!

You want to show the crowd and everyone at home how excited you are for Christmas. Today’s another episode of Time Out with [Name]!

Once your entrance music plays, you push back the curtains and head down the ramp. Thanks to your stunt at Vengeance, you got a lot of mixed reactions from the crowd. 

Jerry is the first to point it out. ‘Well, she seems to be in a good mood, JR!’

‘She sure is. I’m not sure if we should be on guard or not. That woman is a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.’

Thankfully, they had given you a mic before going out there. The moment you slid into the ring and were faced to face with thousands of people, you couldn’t help but fall into a laugh.

“Okay, I know what you guys are thinking,” You begin. “Vengeance may have gotten a little out of hand! I get it. But if you were in my shoes, you’d understand! Anyway, that’s not why I came here tonight.”

JR can only shake his head. ‘Well, I’m sure we’d all like to hear what’s going on in that mind of hers.’

“I have an extraordinary guest today..” You trail off. “In fact, you all know him very well! He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake! It’s Santa—“

The Rock’s music plays instead. He quickly storms down to the ring, and you’re actually shocked that he interrupted you like that. The crowd cheers so loudly that you can’t even hear your thoughts. You figured it was a given. You’re in Miami, after all.

You start to talk as soon as he starts climbing into the ring. “Um, excuse me? Rocky?” The little pet name you call him makes him raise that iconic eyebrow toward you. “I-I didn’t call for you. I was waiting for Santa. But you’re more than welcome to wait for him with me.”

He stares at you momentarily, then reaches over the ring for a mic. There’s still more silence, and as you await your response, you look at him expectantly.

“..No.” He finally says. “The Rock came here to share a very important message with the MILLIONS—and MILLIONS—of Rock’s fans.”

“I get that.” You say. “I’m all for it, but this is my show. Like, jeez, if you’re gonna interrupt Santa, at least let me ask you some questions.”

“You think Santa’s coming here?! Miami is hot as hell, the guy’s gonna melt!” He’s got a fair point. But it’s Christmas! Santa would make a way to get here one way or another. “[Name], The Rock came out here because he has a few questions for you. You’re going to want to hear this, sweetheart.”

You’d be almost flattered at the pet name if it wasn’t for the slight derisive tone behind it. You can’t deny your curiosity, though. “Oh, pray tell!”

“You and The Rock both hate Chris Jericho. You and The Rock also hate….Stephanie McMahon.” He says. It’s true. Very true! You hate both of them. “And because we share the same hatred, The Rock has gotten you a gift. Consider it a peace offering.”

How sweet! Can’t refuse presents. Maybe Santa could wait for a minute. Hopefully, Austin won’t get too angry that you’ve accepted this.

He reaches over the ropes to one of the stagehands, and he’s handed a neatly wrapped gift. It is handed off to you, and you’re already excited, ripping it open as fast as possible.

The camera zooms in on your gift, and it’s…

…a book with a red bull on the cover. You look at him in confusion before repeating the title for the crowd. “The Rock’s night before Christmas? Did you really just give me a book??”

The Rock ignores your comment, and the crowd laughs as he takes the book away from you.

“You sure are. Here, let The Rock help you,” He flips open the book to one of the pages. “Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even….a mouse.” He pauses for a moment. “The weather was warm, not a trace of snow, just as The Rock got ready to whoop Chris Jericho.”

You nod your head. The only reason why you’re playing along is because of the Jericho line.

But he teases you anyway. “…See, there you go. That’s how you read a book. Go on, try it.” He hands it back to you.

You clear your throat. Guess that’ll be a way to pass the time waiting for Santa. “Jericho claims to be the best. The Rock has found this quite brutal. Clearly, Chris Jericho is a man who has no strudel.”

Whatever that means. The crowd goes crazy, though.

You look over to The Rock, and he nods in approval. He makes a motion with his hands for you to keep going. “I am a living legend! Y2J would sing, trembling with fear as he heads into the peoples ring…and faster, faster than Scrooge, saw the ghost of Christmas past—“

The Rock cuts you off, finishing the rhyme once and for all. “The Rock hit the people’s ring and WHOOPED Y2J’S ASS!”

Wow! What a wonderful Christmas gift. Not.

You thought it was something useful. For all you care, he could’ve gifted you a chair. A brand new kendo stick. Maybe even a steel pole. Hell, you’d even take a pair of socks over this book.

“Not to sound ungrateful, but this is my gift? No joke?”

The Rock nodded. “Well?? Do you like it?”

Your silence told a million words. The moment you’re about to speak, you can’t help but laugh once more. It takes you a minute to pull it together.

“As much as I would love to rag on Jericho, and believe me, I would LOVE to rag on him, that’s not what I expected. It’s Santa. And in the spirit of Christmas, it just so happens I have a gift for the crowd, too.”

The crowd cheers, but you already know what they’re thinking. You point a finger upward. “No, it has nothing to do with me taking my clothes off!”

And just like that, the crowd begins to boo. Aw.

Just as you’re about to spill the deets about your Christmas gift, the familiar tune of Kurt Angle’s music plays. For the love of god, you just want Santa Claus!!

“Sorry, guys..” Kurt insincerely apologizes from the top of the ramp. “All this talk about Christmas makes me think about something. What is it that you said about Santa Claus? He sees you when you’re sleeping..he knows when you’re awake?”

You scoff at the mimicking of what you said earlier, but he continues. “Well, if you ask me, Saint Nick is a pervert! I’ll tell ya what, I hope Santa isn’t watching tonight because I plan on being very naughty.”

How dare he drag Santa’s name through the dirt like that? “You can’t say those things about Santa. Most importantly, you can’t just say you’ll be naughty! You’re the pervert!” You accuse.

“You’re the only one thinking that way, [Name]!” Kurt accused back. “And boy, I am glad you’re not stripping out here tonight. Now that’s a relief. This is supposed to be a kid-friendly show!” Yeah right.

“Are you sure about that?” You question. “Earlier, there was—“

He quickly cuts you off. “As a matter of fact, you or anyone else shouldn’t be idolizing Santa. There is someone far more powerful than he is, and it’s Vince McMahon. In fact, he got your Olympic hero a very special Christmas present.”

“Vince makes little kids cry at that sight of him!” You accuse. “You think they’d idolize him??”

You’re unsure if it is true, but he’s scary. You remember when he ran towards you and Trish during that one match. A literal nightmare. “What did you get? I bet it’s not better than mine!”

“Don’t you know?” As Kurt is speaking, you can hear the crowd chanting ‘asshole’ around you. It makes you giggle. “It’s—“

“Woah, woah, woah!” The Rock interrupts. “Please let them finish calling you an asshole!”

You seem exasperated that your show has been hijacked yet again, on Christmas Eve nonetheless. “Guys, there’s gotta be a way we can settle this. You know, somewhere else?”

“No, no, you’re gonna wanna hear this,” Kurt says. Both of them have said that, so that means that you won’t like it as much..

“That present is a shot at the undisputed title. That’s right, tonight is going to be a triple-threat match. The Rock versus Chris Jericho versus Kurt Angle. Ho, ho, ho, it’s true!”

You had brushed it off when she said it in passing, but Trish really had a point when she said that the men ruin everything. This was already cutting into your time.

Kurt seems to be confident, though. “And I tell you what, Rock, your chances at winning the title in front of these sleazy hometown losers just went slim to none!”

“Let me just say,” You decide to add. “That Stone Cold Steve Austin would wipe you two off the map! Uh, no offense, Rocky.” You say, gently setting a hand onto his bicep. “If Vince McMahon had any good in him, which I doubt, he would let Austin into that triple threat and make it a fatal four-way!”

The jeering quickly turns into cheers, and you bow to your fantastic suggestion.

“Oh, absolutely not!” Kurt yells. He decides to make his way down the ramp, and you start to feel like this isn’t ending well. “I got this fair and square. Stone Cold doesn’t deserve this as much as I do. There’s a reason why Vince put the Olympic Gold Medalist into action and not some trailer park trash.”

Ouch. You wince.

“Seeing as you came out here and interrupted [Name] ’s little show..” Finally, the recognition you deserve. “Just let The Rock finish his Christmas message and he’ll tell you exactly how he feels about this whole thing—“

The sound of holiday bells fills the arena, and you immediately shush The Rock, albeit ruder than you intended to be. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” You yell. “IT’S SANTA!”

Lo and behold, it’s Jolly Old Saint Nick himself. Santa’s holding a red sack, which is likely full of presents.

More than likely, it was merchandise, and Santa reached in and began tossing things into the crowd. You’re giving him a standing ovation.

The Rock looks at you as if you’re insane. Even Kurt, who had just begun climbing the ropes into the ring, shoots you a look as well.

“Look! It’s Santa!” You exclaim, pointing right at him. “He’s right there! I told you guys he was coming!”

After a minute of throwing things out into the crowd, Santa chucks his bag into the ring and clambers in. You immediately hold out your mic for him to take. You’ll grab another one, you don’t even care.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa bellowed. This is really happening in real time. You skip over to the ropes and reach for a new mic as he continues talking. “Have you wrestlers been good this year?!”

You make haste to grab a new microphone. “I have!” There’s a giggle in your voice. “I don’t know about them, but I’ve been the nicest!”

Kurt shakes his head. “I don’t think so! You beat up poor Stephanie McMahon just a few weeks ago!” He calls back to your handicap match, but in your defense, she started it.

“That wasn’t my fault. Stephanie was trying to interfere! She even interrupted my show!” You shoot back. “You know, like you two interrupted mine?!”

He’s still not swayed. “She’s a potential business partner! You can’t just do that to a potential business partner!” Kurt then gives you a sardonic grin. “Personally, I’m just making it better.”

“A potential business partner? HA! Maybe on the street!” You laugh. “I swear to god, I will—“

Santa immediately puts a stop to your petty bickering. “Friends! There’s no need to argue. I can see how good you are in your hearts!”

That was so real. You smile, but The Rock is shaking his head. He points a finger toward him. “So, Santa, you came to The Rock’s hometown of Miami…..all the way from the North Pole? The Rock isn’t sure if he believes that.”

“What do you mean you don’t believe it?! He’s Santa!” You motion towards him.

Kurt doesn’t believe it either. “Yeah, right. I hate to agree with him, but look at him!”

All three of you turn to look at Santa at the same time. You personally see nothing wrong with him. “What’s the deal? This is definitely Santa.”

“…Well, [Name], whatd’ya want for Christmas?” Santa asks.

“See! How else would he know my name if he wasn’t Santa?” You question. You take a second to think about what you want, then bring the mic up so you can talk.

As soon as you’re about to speak, Santa Claus stands up and cuts you off. “Aht, aht, aht!” He waves a finger. “That was a test. Never tell your wish! Fret not, Santa knows all. Perhaps you’ll get what you want this year!”

You’re convinced and happy. That’s all that matters.

“Listen, ‘SANTA,’ Kurt sarcastically begins. “If you’re the real deal, I want to win the Undisputed Championship tonight. Can ya’ do that for me?!”

“I apologize, Kurt, but…. you’ve told me your wish; I don’t believe I can grant it.”

“HA!” You laugh. He’s not getting the Undisputed title for sure now. That’s one less thing for you to worry about.

“You can’t grant my wish...” Kurt repeats, nodding his head a bit. “Okay.” He shrugs it off momentarily, giving the impression that he’s about to leave, but he swoops Santa off his feet and into an Olympic Slam. As soon as Poor Santa hits the ground, Kurt angrily yells at him. “YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME MY WISH, SANTA!”

“Wait!!” You yell. But it’s too late. “NOO! What’re you doing?! I can’t believe you!!!” You’re so distraught that your words are coming out way too fast. Kurt Angle just gave Santa an Olympic Slam!

To make things worse, Kurt pulls him right into the Ankle Lock. You’re yelling, but The Rock just stands there. That is until he decides to yank Kurt back and exchange blows with him instead.

As of right now, pain is all you feel. You kneel down to the fallen Santa, trying your best to help him up.

There’s one thing for sure. This Raw would be memorable…for all the wrong reasons.

Today’s matches are as follows…

RIKISHI VS. TEST

APA VS. BILLY AND CHUCK

TORRIE WILSON VS. STACY KEIBLER VS. [NAME] (EGGNOG MATCH)

RVD VS. LANCE STORM

CHRISTIAN VS. THE HURRICANE (EUROPEAN TITLE)

BOOKER T VS. MAVEN

BUBBA CLAUS VS. TAJIRI CLAUS

CHRIS JERICHO VS. KURT ANGLE VS. THE ROCK

You double take once you see your name alongside Stacy and Torrie.

Who put you in the eggnog match? You’re going to kill someone. This is probably one of the first gimmick matches you’ve had here, and it makes you reconsider shunning a bra and panties match…

….Nah, nothing would ever make you reconsider that. By some stroke of luck, you haven’t been signed up for one. However, you’d much rather have an actual match tonight!

Now you’ve got a bone to pick with Raw’s new owner. More than likely, he had something to do with this, so you can’t blame Vince THIS TIME. You may just start blaming him for shits and giggles, though.

“[Name]!”

You look behind you to see RVD storming down the hall. He doesn’t seem in the greatest of moods, but you still try and be friendly. “Hey there! What’s up?”

It’s a bit off-putting to see him so irritated. He seems so laid back. The moment he grabs your shoulders is when you realize that it may be serious. “Have you seen Chris Jericho? This is important.”

Seems like everyone’s looking for him. He is always causing trouble. You think it’ll only get worse now that he’s the Undisputed champion, but you can only hope someone else can beat him.

If that doesn’t happen, perhaps you’ll have to intervene.

He rubs his temple. “He attacked me on Heat before Vengeance. I know he’s performing tonight, but I don’t care. Lance Storm had a lot to say about it, so now I’ve gotta kick his ass.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it. My advice is to try the locker room. He’s vain enough to stay in there for days if he could. I’m sure he loves checking himself out.” You recommend.

RVD seems to relax a bit. He doesn’t think he can be mad around you, at least not for long. He lets go of your shoulders. “Alright, Miss Nitro. I’ll try.”

That’s like the second nickname someone’s given you. Can’t complain about it, though. It’s kinda cute!

Though you feel bad that you can only catch him in the halls, you smile anyway. “I’ll catch up with you later. I’ve gotta hit up the party. We’ve gotta hang out sometime. I really enjoyed it when we were a team.”

“Ditto.” He agrees. “Well, when you need a partner, come find me.”

You wave at him, he returns it, and you two go your separate ways. The main objective was to get to Raw’s party. Talking to Ric Flair was really important.

You could hear a distant “woo!!” from down the hallway. Yeah, he’s definitely in there.

You pick up the pace a bit to reach the door, and you quickly open it. Upon entry, you can see more people that you know. Trish, Jacqueline, Big Show, Hurricane, Tajiri, Torrie…

Seeing her sitting in Santa Tajiri’s lap, you can’t help but stare in awe. She seems surprised, too, not expecting you to be at the party. There’s a camera here, so it follows you to where you stand. You cross your arms.

They did an awful job of telling you these things.

You glance around again and notice that Edge is here, too. God damn it.

Once you and Torrie locked eyes, the room fell silent. Some of your coworkers are starting to get an idea of how unstable you are.

They just hoped you wouldn’t go ballistic on her right now. It’s a party! You’re supposed to be having fun! You get the gist, so you decide to clear the air. “I just want to talk to Ric Flair. I'm not here to fight or anything.”

Nevermind the fact you got an invitation..

Everyone seems to let out a sigh of relief, continuing their miscellaneous conversations. Were they really that concerned..?

The Nature Boy makes his way over to you. “You called for me?!” You flinch at his tone of voice. He’s so loud.

“Yeah, why’d you schedule me in that eggnog match?” You question. “I don’t want to be in it. In fact, there’s no reason for me to be in it.”

He grabs a drink from the table and raises it up toward you in offering. “I thought it would be a good opportunity, I wanna see you wrestle!”

You wave your hand at him. “You did! Remember that one match with The Rock? You fixed the match!”

“Not good enough! I wanna see some hair pullin’, eye scratchin’, clothes rippin’! Woo!” Ric chants. “You’re the only person that can deliver it! I've seen you go at it when you were in WCW!”

You can’t even get a word out before he’s yelling even more. “MERRY CHRISTMAS, FROM THE NATURE BOY!! WE ARE PARTYING DOWN TONIGHT, WE ARE LOOKIN’ GOOD!”

You really fight the urge to say: “Take your pills, old man,” but you instead decide to zip it for now. Guess you’ll have to participate.

Meanwhile, Edge makes his way over to you. He’s got garland wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and you know he’s still goofy as ever.

“Hey there, you.” He greets.

You wave. “Hi.” This is too awkward for you, so you cut to the chase. “We’re fine now, right? I saw you catch my kiss. I blew you.”

“Hah, blew me.” Edge chuckled. Ha, ha. You almost laughed, he’s sooo hilarious. “I don’t know why you came out there, but I kind of liked it.”

You’re happy. At least he didn’t seem to be mad at you anymore. He totally took things out of context. You wanted to map out a few things to say to him in your head, but it’s tough when Torrie talks so loudly in her squeaky voice.

It’s like she was doing it on purpose. Like she’s raising her voice so that you could hear. If that’s what she wants, so be it. You turn around to look.

“Wooow!!” She chirps, unwrapping a lingerie set from the box. “You want me to be naughty, don’t you?! It’s beautiful, I love it!”

God, you hate her. You swiftly turn around to leave but are stopped by Debra coming in with a tray of neatly placed cookies.

“Hey, sweetie!” She greets you with a big smile. “I’m glad you could make it! It’s not a party without my famous cookies!”

You’re gonna be honest. Those look like the sugar cookies from the store, but you’ll still eat them.

She hands over the tray to Ric. “Oh! Steve will be here any minute!” He’s coming too?! Cool! It is a little surprising to hear he’s actually gonna show up. Everyone in the room starts to cheer, including the crowd.

Alright, perhaps the night can turn itself around after all.

Eggnog shouldn’t be that bad. It's not your favorite drink, but it’s better than gravy. You bet poor Trish had to take so many showers.

It honestly reminds you of when Kurt hosed the Alliance down with milk. You won’t ever forget that night. You shiver just thinking about it.

The ladies of the night have already made their entrance. You’re the last one to come out. You don’t even bother dressing up all festive, as your gear will probably be drenched anyway.

Your music hits. Now’s the time to go out there and get this match done as quick as you can.

“And finally, introducing [Name]!”

For a moment, you stop midway on the ramp to look at the girls and the pool of eggnog.

If they said this was for a WCW taping, you would’ve believed them.

You finally reach the end of the ramp, looking over and shaking your head. You can’t believe you’re doing this. All the while, Torrie’s tossing candy canes into the crowd while you walk over toward the side. At least someone’s enjoying this.

As soon as you get down there, she turns toward you and coyly passes you a candy cane, but you slap it out of her hand. You don’t want that shit.

Stacy quickly takes advantage, yanking her over by the shoulder and slapping her. Stacy yells over to you, “Let’s throw her in!”

Absolutely. You give her a nod, and the two of you back over to Torrie. The both of you pick her up, adjusting so she doesn’t get hurt too bad when you toss her.

“One, two….” You begin to count, the two of you rocking back and forth. “Three!” And there she goes, right into the pool of eggnog. Some of it splashes on you, but you don’t care.

Cameras around you flashed and it almost blinded you for a moment, causing you to squint for a moment before rubbing your eyes.

Once you come to, you see Stacy raising her hand for a high five. You smile and give her one, but as soon as she turns her back on you to laugh at Torrie, you shove her into the pool.

What an idiot! It’s every woman for themselves tonight. While you actually start to find this fun, you foresee a messy shower in the future. Carefully, you step right into the pool. You didn’t want to slip and hurt yourself.

Of course, the first thing you do is to try and drown Torrie. Just to shut her up for a bit. You grab her hair, submerge her under the eggnog for a minute or two, and then pull her back up. She’s coughing and sputtering.

Stacy’s doing her best to regain some balance, even trying to grab on the referee for some leverage. You’re too focused on Torrie, though.

The smell of eggnog was starting to make you sick. You don’t think you ever want to see eggnog ever again.

You try to adjust to pull Torrie onto a very slippery STF, but you keep losing your grip every few seconds. You did your best to keep it on, though.

Torrie reaches her hand out, but there’s no rope to save her now. You think she’s just about to tap!….until Stacy got her head back in the game and broke up the submission.

Now, you’ll have to focus on her for a minute. There’s not much you can do in the pool, which is one of the reasons why you hated this match so much.

She drags you off of Torrie and starts slapping you around a bit. Seems like she doesn’t know what to do either.

That damn Ric Flair. What did you even get out of this? Definitely not a title match that’s for sure.

Either you do a roll up pin or you force them to tap. You’re leaning on the latter. You don’t know your time limit, so you’re gonna have to make do. You scoop Stacy up and slam her back into the pool, eggnog splashing everywhere.

Poor Torrie’s little Santa outfit was almost halfway off of her. Stacy was in the same state. You were smart enough NOT to dress in anything like that. The crowd can have them, but not you!

“You girls have five more minutes!” The referee whisper-shouted.

Five minutes, okay. That’s not bad. Five minutes…

Wait, FIVE MINUTES?! Not good. You start to panic inwardly, and Torrie is the first to catch on.

She comes out of character to check in on you for a second. That is, after she coughs out more eggnog.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine, but five minutes!” You exclaim, nearly losing your own footing, trying to adjust yourself.

You all need to start wrapping it up then. You’re almost disappointed it’s already almost over. Almost.

“Stacy!” You whisper-shout. “You’re gonna have to tap!” When you finish your sentence, you’re already moving to sweep her off her feet.

You really wish it was Torrie, but she’s too busy trying to get herself together. Man, if she threw up, there’s gonna be a problem.

Stacy desperately tries to claw at your arm to escape, to no avail. The referee circles around you two, and before you know it, she is tapping, causing eggnog to splash everywhere.

You let her go and shove her away, and the referee helps you up to raise your arm. You’re just ready to get the fuck out of dodge. You actually think that was the most embarrassing match you’ve been in.

“The winner of the eggnog match, [Name]!”

You snatch your arm from the referee and turn away to walk begrudgingly up the ramp, but don’t forget to bat your hand at the girls and the pool.

Your music blares in your ears, but it all sounds dull. All you care about is hitting the showers.

You’ve won, but at what cost? Sometimes, you really can’t help but hate your job.

As soon as you hit that curtain, Ric Flair gives you a round of applause with a smile. “Bravo!” Shockingly enough, he’s not being annoyingly loud. “Woooo! That was a show!”

“Good enough for you?” You ask sardonically. One of the stagehands passes you a towel, and you thank them. You use it to dry your face and hair. It’s gonna have to do for now.

God, you think you may have gotten eggnog in your ear…

“Hope you’re satisfied.” You have to hit your palm against your ear.

He just laughs, making you narrow your eyes.

“Listen, listen, I just have a deal for you. Because you did the favor of participating in this match, I’ve thought…how would you like to participate in the Royal Rumble?”

“What?!” You exclaim, nearly dropping your towel. “Are you serious?”

“Sure am. You see, I would like to surprise Vince. To keep him on his toes, I’m a bigger threat than he’ll ever know.” Ric explains. “There’s only 30 spots; I’m sure he will fill them quickly. So, you may want to talk to your fellow wrestlers. Maybe they’ll give up a spot.”

That’ll be hard to do. You know for a fact no man is willing to give up a spot like that. You’ll have to drive a hard bargain…

It takes a moment for you to respond. “..Well, I would love to, really! But I wouldn’t know how to get anyone to give up their spot. And I would have to just. I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

It was sprung onto you so suddenly that you weren’t sure what to do. Ric understands, luckily.

“Well, how about this? You take the rest of the night off. Go get cleaned up and think about it. Trust me, both of us are the winners.”

Now, that is an offer you cannot refuse. You’ll have to join the party next time.

For now, you just need to think.

#SCREAM IF YOU WANT IT! #DONT THROW THE TOMATOES DONT DO IT #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwf imagine #wwf x reader #wwe attitude series #RVD MY BELOVED #eh no tags for this one too lazyyy

[elliot-needs-sleep]

Heyyyyyy

I am here to request…

I J L U Y and F

For the fluff alphabet with Sal and my man Karl Heisenberg

Thanks bestie 😍

I knew you'd come for the this lmao

Not the best of my work (been forever since I wrote for the hobo himself), and also please ignore how much I talk about Larry (he's my favorite 😔)

Characters: Karl Heisenberg (RE8), Sal Fisher (Sally Face)

Fic type: Fluff Alphabet

Fandom/s: RE8, Sally Face (seperately)

F - Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? Why are they fighting?

Karl Heisenberg

He's prone to being tempermental sometimes, but he doesn't pick real fights unless he thinks he's right

If you two fight, it has to be something to do with yours or his well-beings. He can be overprotective, but he also is an absolute mess all of the time

He's so easy to forgive you though, he just can't stay mad at you

I - Inspiration - Did their s/o change for them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

To be honest, nothing really changed except the state of his living space, because that's all he really thought was not good enough for you

And by that, I mean he started cleaning up after himself. As I said, he is a mess. There's things everywhere. Tiny pieces of metal, food dishes, clothes, you name it.

J - Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He's pretty trusting in you, and he knows you can take care of yourself if someone is bothering you, so he doesn't get jealous that often all things considered.

However if you look uncomfortable in any way he will not hesitate to let his nieces commit some murders.

L - Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o

Freaks out over it for a bit and you accidentally stumble upon him planning/thinking of how to do it

Completely on accident and completely out of his element, very shocked when you laugh at him a bit and tell him you'd love to.

U - Upset - How do they act when they're upset?

If he's angry upset, he lashes out at you if you get a bit too near, never physically, but he can be pretty mean. Best to just leave him for a bit to cool down and he'll be back to normal

If he's sad upset, he kinda shuts himself away. Doesn't ask for help, doesn't tell you, doesn't ask for comfort. But he will cuddle with you

Y - Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He lays in bed or mopes around until you're back. And then he'll mope when you're back for leaving him alone (he's not really that upset)

He doesn't really enjoy being alone, and he misses having you for company

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Sal Fisher

F - Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? Why are they fighting?

He doesn't like fighting, or even arguing for that matter. If you two start having a fight, he will just leave the room/walk away

Which can be a bit infuriating for obvious reasons but like, it somehow works because then instead of focusing on why you're angry, you focus on trying to catch him. And then you can talk it out without being mad

I - Inspiration - Did their s/o change for them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I don't think anything really changed with either of you. He wouldn't want you to change, and the same is said in reverse.

He'd be a bit more comfortable with people being in his personal bubble though. I mean, he has Larry who (in my opinion) just straight up hangs on people, but its not the same

J - Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He can be a tad bit jealous, but he doesn't voice it because he feels a bit bad about it

I mean, you are your own person, but you're also his partner and sometimes people suck

L - Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o

He didn't, Larry did it for him

Essentially, he kept rambling about you to Larry, and Larry was getting a bit tired of it (Sal is his best friend, but after weeks of hearing about how this one particular guy is attractive, it was a bit annoying), so he told Sal that you liked him too, and that he was going to tell you that Sal liked you as well

Sal didn't speak to him for about a day, but at the end of it, he had a partner and he missed his best friend, soooo that didn't last very long

U - Upset - How do they act when they're upset?

He doesn't like to show people that he's not okay. If he's upset, it'll likely lead to shaking and a crack in his voice, and since he doesn't want to bother anyone, he either hides in his room, or somewhere else in the apartments.

Find him though, and he's super clingy and will probably fall asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap

Y - Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He'll sleep at Larry's probably if you go on a trip, just so he can maybe not focus on missing you

If you just don't live in the apartments, or had to go home, there's a small chance he'll show up at your door either in the middle of the night, or he'll show up as soon as he knows you're awake, if only just for a hug

#elliotiswriting #bean anon #fluff alphabet #x reader #re8 headcanons #re8 x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #sally face headcannons #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 x reader

[transenbyconfessions]

I'm agender ftx and am considering going on T to deepen my voice as its my main source of dysphoria. however I'm not particularly fond of the idea of bottom growth? I think finasteride or low dose t (or both?) would probably give me the desired effect but there are so many things that are unknowns until u actually go on t and its lowkey freaking me out.

not to mention I haven't even told my family I want to medically transition (I've already socially transitioned) and while their opinion/reaction wouldn't affect my choice, I have a huge fear of conflict and know that some people (*ahem* my mother *ahem*) wouldn't take the information very well.

I'm moving away for uni in the fall and am planning on finding a doctor to talk to when I'm settled there. idc about the way my body looks but I'm so tired of being called she bc of my voice, i can't do this for the rest of my life.

Submitted May 7, 2023

#agender #transgender #trans #enby #nb #nonbinary #non-binary #non binary #hrt #hormone replacement therapy #testosterone #coming out #medical transition

[lostarchivesoforpheus]

Hello i dont want to bother you much but can i request gepard dating a male reader (can be GN if you are uncomfortable with that) who is a part of wildfire and ofthen sneek up to the overland with sampo (witch he got treaten to if he dosent agree to it) to see gepard and just some fating headcanons if you dont mind thank you very much! And i'm sorry if you are uncomfortable with this u can just not write this but please notivy me so i'll know! Thank very much again and sorry for the bother

A Love Warmer Than Wildfire

anonymous asked: Can I request for Gepard x reader please 💕 (Honkai Star Rail)

gepard x male reader

summary: you weren't sure what you were expecting when you agreed to sneak up to the overworld with your friend, sampo, but you sure as hell didn't think you'd run into an attractive silvermane guard, and you certainly didn't think he'd find you fascinating as well.

warnings: probably ooc (idk much abt gepard im sorry!! im learning more abt him i promise), love at first sight, physical touch (platonically from sampo), lmk if i missed anything i wrote this at 1 am lol

"Enough already, Sampo! I've told you a million times at this point, I'm not going to the Overworld with you!" you groaned at your friend. Not long after you went out to start your day, your good friend, Sampo, had been trying to convince you to go above ground with him, and, frankly, you were growing tired of his antics. "Oh, come on! It ain't so bad! Listen, if you decide you don't like what you see up there, then I won't ask you again. I just want you to go up there with me one time, okay? Just this once, I promise," Sampo tried to reason with you. You sighed, ultimately giving up, seeing how he wouldn't stop trying. "Alright, just this once, but don't expect me to go up there again." Smiling, your friend began to guide you to the way up.

After about three hours on the surface, you were a bit bored. Your friend, however, somehow kept on moving, claiming that "We'll run into something interesting soon, I'm sure of it!" So, the two of you continue walking along.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, you hear a shout. "You! Underworlders! Stop right there!" You turn around, looking for the source of the voice. Your eyes widen slightly as your gaze lands upon a group of Silvermane Guards with their weapons ready.

"Aw, c'mon guys! Surely we can talk this out?" Sampo attempted to persuade them, to no avail. You look at the man who seemed to be the head of the squadron, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, slightly taller than average and rather handsome guy, as he gazed at two of you before he spoke, "State your purpose."

Sampo put on his signature smirk, trying to sway them, as he said, "We're just, y'know, some traveling merchants! Really! You don't have to be so harsh on us, we're just passing through, we swear!" Unfortunately for the two of you, the guards remained unconvinced.

"Considering how many times I've caught you sneaking around up here, I highly doubt that you're just a traveling merchant. Though, I haven't seen you running around with another person before. How come you brought him with you?" The blonde asks, gesturing towards you. "Oh, y'know, sometimes I get lonely! Of course, to fix that problem, I simply asked him if he'd like to come with me," Sampo explained, not mentioning how he kept on interrupting your work in order to actually convince you to go with him.

The blonde stared at you for a while. "Interesting. I suppose since he likely bothered you quite a bit before you agreed to join him, I will let you go with a warning this time. You are free to go," he responded, gaze not leaving you. Not wasting any time, you dragged Sampo along as you began treading back home.

When you finally returned to the Underworld, you let out a sigh of relief. Truthfully, you weren't sure how much longer you would've been able to keep a blush from forming on your face if you had to keep looking at that handsome Silvermane Guard. Damn the divines for making a guy that you weren't supposed to fall in love with hot.

Sampo put his arm around your shoulders, "Hey, when did you get so good at convincing people, hm? I don't think that Gepard guy ever let me go that easily before!" He laughed. "Gepard? Is he the blonde one?" You inquired. "Haha, yep! Usually, he's always so stingy about letting me go, but this time, he let us off instantly! Hey, just a hunch, but it seems like he might be into you!" Sampo chuckled and nudged you. You gave him a deadpan look. "Yeah, right," you muttered. As if a conventionally attractive Silvermane Guard would get romantic feelings for a member of Wildfire. Yeah no. As much as you might want it to, it definitely was not happening.

Unbeknownst to you, however, that very same Silvermane Guard was lying in his bed, thinking about his encounter with you today with a giant blush adorning his face.

a/n: IM SORRY I COULDNT FIGURE OUT A WAY TO LIKE,, ACTUALLY HAVE THEM START DATING YET BUT I HOPE U STILL LIKE IT I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THIS FIC AND I THINK IT TURNED OUT PRETTY WELL,, GEPARD SIMPS PLS LEMME KNOW IF I DID UR BOY JUSTICE IN DMS IM VERY INSECURE ABT HOW I WRITE HIM AAAAAAAA

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[goodmode]

do u have any headcanons about hk characters and spellwork (who can use what, what's possible and what isn't, whatever) :V?

take all this with a pinch of salt as i am typing from my phone in the back of a van and i am very sleepy

anyone could learn to spellcast with Soul! in the same way anyone could become an astrophysicist. most people do not.

the Soul Sanctum, and the Pale King's use of Soul spellwork, was considered highly innovative. mostly spellcasting is something only a few people can do/bother learning, but in Hallownest the King encourages it and the Soul Sanctum is dedicated to honing the craft, which makes Hallownest weirdly ahead of the game compared to a lot of places. soul scholars were kind of like the educated elite. but also wizards. people talked

you could simplify and say you have two main schools of thought: the scientific approach (Soul Sanctum, Pale King) and the spiritual approach (Snail Shamans, Moth Tribe). the two ways of thinking are not mutually exclusive and often overlap though. both can be used to great effect

there are bugs out there who have done crazy high level things like the Soul Sanctum in less scientifically-themed contexts, definitely. this tier of fanatical spell meddling is rareish though

Soul is the word many bugs use for the life force inside all living things. and yeah, basically! it's not exactly your sense of self though that's different

Soul and Void are effectively infinite. harnessing Soul to cast spells involves channelling it through certain means and generally you only have certain limited reserves to draw from at a time (see Soul Vessels for example)

Soul Master and the rest of the scholars were fixated on surpassing that limit. kind of a "what if humans used 100% of their brain" situation

if you actually found a way to use all of one bug's Soul at once it would be like splitting the atom - incredible amounts of energy released at once, even from an average bug who isn't a spell user in the first place. Mistakes and Follies collapsed into themselves long before they got anywhere near that level. it's basically just not sustainable or doable. (soul master voice: but is it)

spellwork is also kind of like using a certain muscle a lot. if you cast a lot of spells it'll get easier for you. if you're inherently a gifted type who has a lot of potential for spellwork, but never use it or pursue it, you'll still be pretty bad at it and get tired quickly compared to someone with no inherent ability who practices every day

Void is basically like its own version of Soul. the two are different but if you scanned a Void being and found no traces of Soul that doesn't mean they're soulless, it means they have their own version. you're looking at it. it's Void

the average bug does not contain any traces of Void by nature and thus spellwork with Void is rare and very poorly understood. those ancient bugs who worshipped the Void however would have had some in their system. how? don't ask questions you don't want answers to

once upon a time, all Void is/was, in all traces across the world, part of one unit. once in the dawn of time etc etc. the world has changed since but it's fundamentally all the same to itself.

spellwork with Void is essentially using Soul to bind and command some Void to do what you want it to do. this is why shade spell upgrades cost Soul, it's the Soul making it do that thing.

mess around with Void too much if you're a bug and it will do very strange things to the body. it stains shell, it leaks from the joints and the eyes, it puts strange thoughts in your head. Soul is easier, safer, and better understood, and also isn't partly echoing with its own collective sentience.

not that this kind of thing deters a Snail Shaman. pretty sure if a Snail Shaman was given half the chance they'd learn to spellcast with anything. magnets. active plutonium. whatever. mind your business

if you know how to see Soul inside a body, and concentrate, living things generally appear as opaque glowing white cutouts. the Soul inside a living creature is saturated to the point of looking like a white shape in space. you can't see this usually because their body is in the way and it's sort of, tied into their cells or whatever

you can use spellwork to do pretty much anything, if you're clever. the sky is the limit. flashy stuff like attack spells, subtle stuff like enhancing your senses or letting yourself see things not usually visible to the eye, defying gravity, Whatever. almost anything you can think of. the main barrier is that it's difficult and taxing. the average bug doesn't bother

oh god i haven't even done Dream. okay a short rundown: Dream is different again. it's about the self, about thoughts, about the conscious and subconscious, about the mind. you don't so much spellcast with Dream as just kind of... manipulate and explore what's around you. connect with others. influence, sometimes. mostly understand. it's not technically spellcasting though and this post is getting long so i'll leave it there for now sdffgjk

#gmask #thethrillof #also because i'm me: yeah lemm probably could. he certainly doesnt think so though #elderbug could but he wouldnt. god fucking Forbid zote ever tried #hollow knight

[mephinomaly]

[TL] Wonderful/Chapter 1

Wataru: —Why are you beginning to ask me this now?

Hinata: W-why?

It doesn’t matter why. The actual reason was that… I was a little worried about how you were doing, Hibiki-senpai.

Wataru: How I was doing…?

Hinata: Uhh. It was when you entered the Dance Room earlier, and right before you told us all to take a day off. Didn’t you stare blankly at our faces?

Maybe I misunderstood… but recently I’ve been watching you so I can copy and use your techniques myself.

Something’s different from how it usually is, my intuitions telling me so…

Afterall, I’ve been honing my observation skills so I’d bet my life on it! I’m pretty confident in myself!

Sooo...?

Wataru: ...

Hinata: ...

Wataru: …Such good observation skills. Are you quite done taking a peek under my mask?

Hinata: …Hibiki-senpai?

Wataru: I am the oldest in this shuffle unit, I am everyone’s senpai.

However, we are all members of the same unit. There is no difference between myself and everyone else.

I said that on the day that we met… but before I realised it, I began to devote myself to the role of your senior.

Everyone idolised me, and obediently listened to every word I said. No matter what, you all followed my instructions with smiling faces.

…Fufu. It seemed like a novel feeling for me. Before I knew it, I found myself trapped in the role of “senior”, without any idea on how to react…

Hinata: No idea on how to react?

U-uhh. Have you spent all this time with us riddled with anxiety?

Wataru: Not quite. I have only just realised I was myself. Perhaps everyone was intoxicated by the attachment to one another and failed to consider it until later.

Because of everyone’s smiling faces pushing me forward, I became the leader of this unit because of my seniority.

There must be a member who is more suited to lead this new unit.

Someone like you, Hinata-kun.

Hinata: Huh? Me…?

Wataru: After all, you regularly act as the leader of your own unit.

Hiiro-kun is also the leader of ALKALOID. Though, he is a new idol, so you have more experience.

Hinata: You’re right, now that I think about it… but…

Wataru: See? As they say, it's hard to see what is right under your nose. We are able to discuss the event, planning, and the performance but…

…You’ve been able to expertly skip the stage of thinking about the unit itself.

Hinata: …I see. I’ve been working as a unit with Yuuta-kun since forever, but I never stopped to think about how it came about.

Don’t you usually figure this all out by thinking about it and discussing it…?

I’d met you guys all before. I’m already good friends with everyone. Maybe once we got together, it just felt right…

Wataru: Having good friends is a beautiful thing, so it would have been lovely if I was able to realise that. However…

Hinata: However?

Wataru: You used the phrase “just do it” earlier. You all said that you just “listened to me honestly”...

Is it because I’m the senior, or because I'm in the position to lead you all? Perhaps I am just unable to express my opinion or discontent, and…

Hinata: …Whaaat? Sorry, I’m just surprised at what you’re saying…!

Do we look unhappy? Well, you might have noticed that we’re a little tired.

But, we’re getting better at learning the techniques. I feel like my skills are improving as well. I’m thankful for you, so there’s no way I can say even a single complaint!

We’ve gotten to this point by respecting and admiring you! I want to do it together with Hibiki-senpai, so that’s why I’m following you.

Our expectations and our voices are calling out “senpai, senpai” to you.

I didn’t think of it until now but I had misled Hibiki-senpai without knowing it…

Wataru: No… I was at a loss regarding my role entirely due to my lack of experience. I’m out of my depth.

I wish I had the skill to change this situation without you having to see me like this. When you asked me just then, I couldn’t stop the words leaping out of my mouth.

Hinata: It’s okay. I’m glad I had faith in my gut and asked you. Thank you very much for telling me.

I’m really sorry for creating a situation where senpai and kohai could be so easily divided even though we’re all members of the same shuffle unit.

Wataru: ...

Hinata: But, hey - now I can stand shoulder to shoulder in the same unit as you. I think this was a very valuable thing for us to talk about.

If there’s nothing like any big shuffle unit projects, we won’t be able to perform together.

From this point forward, we might not be able to spend nearly as much time together, or have heart-to-heart discussions like this.

So I definitely want to take such an important opportunity as this. We want to make our shuffle unit and the Easter Fes a big success!

Hibiki-senpai, do you feel the same as us? Sorry if I’m wrong but, I want us all to be on the same page!

Wataru: Fufufu. Bowing your head and putting out your hand in that manner really makes it seem like you’re proposing we start a serious relationship...☆

When I received the invitation I should have shaken your hand in this manner from the beginning, instead of all this tedious talking.

Hinata: ...! Senpai’s hands are big…!

Waa~, I should savour this feeling as it’s my first time...

It’ll be a waste if we separate now, so should we go to the Prop Room like this? It’ll be hard to hold everything with one hand, so let's each hold a side.

Wataru: What a bold thing to say, hm? The people walking down the street simply mustn't think we’re anything more than good friends, hm?

Hinata: That’s alright. We’re both actually a part of the same unit, and we’ll stand on stage together as partners.

First we need to laugh and enjoy ourselves from the bottom of our hearts so that we can have the best event performance.

So, are we on better terms? Let’s bridge the distance between us! Today is now the anniversary of Hibiki-senpai and I becoming great friends...♪

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( @icykyurem2224 thank you for your permission!)

(I know I have two here, but if you want to try this out you are open. And I deeply apologize if this was long as hell ;u;)

(Link in the very bottom of ya want my character to describe your character through the past RPs.)

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The sounds of beeping and ringing echoed in a room, until finally a holographic screen opened. “Aries? Aries! My goodness! You’re alright! Child you had us all worried sick for you!”

“Hehehe…Hi Granny, and sorry about that..a lot has happened for the past weeks…” She spoke with nervousness within her voice, but her grandmother picked up something that she has seen before.

“Aries…are you okay? And you don’t have to hide anything, you know we will understand…” Spoke the old woman, hearing her soft and gentle voice nearly broke her granddaughter. Aries knew she can’t lie.

“No, I’m not. Granny, Cipher is getting bolder by the day…I made the choice in joining Neo Team Plasma because I was worried that Cipher may take the legendary Pokémon Kyurem this organization has, but I’m scared for the people I befriended!” Aries barked with a broken voice, she’s glad she’s alone so no one can hear her except her grandmother. “I’m just…tired…of everything that’s been happening…”

“I can tell… Aries, I believe you made the right choice… Hey, tell me about them. Your new friends. What are they like?” She asked kindly, wanting her granddaughter to be more comfortable and calm down a bit. For Aries however, she almost flew back her seat upon hearing her grandmother saying she made the right choice, but hearing that her grandmother wants to hear about her new friends did surprise her.

“O-Okay…. Erm… Oh! T.K! I’m still trying to get use to his full name, but T.K is the most memorable one so far. The guy is surprisingly pretty that will make anyone fall over, buuut he has a mouth that will make a sailor blush. As rude as he is, he’s surprisingly a nice person once you fully or kinda know him a bit. Very smart with tech as well, so much so that he put Archie in his place!” She giggled softly as that also made the grandmother chuckle. “But the sweetest part that I’ve seen from him, he is a father to a sweet little baby girl. Despite his tough nature, he puts that down to be with his family, his daughter Meili is his top priority…I think, all I do know is that: He may be a rude pretty pirate man, but underneath all of that is a kind man who supports his family.” She finished, but noticed her grandmother giving her a look, Aries forgotten that her grandmother loves to hear about everything.

“Okay granny! There is another friend, Mark. He’s kinda the same member as I am, but the old version. I’m still learning about that one, let alone I need to hammer that down in my head a bit.” She softly chuckled “Now, Mark is a massive sweetheart, a kind and gentle man for anyone to meet! He even has a full team on Eeveelutions! As well as help the sick and disabled Eeveelutions as well!… Although he does look shaky a lot, maybe it has something to do with that bad bruise or scarring on his neck…I don’t want to ask him for obvious reasons. I hate the fact that Cipher considers him weak in his appearance, but I believe he is a strong guy. A man full of surprises that can flip over the table when the time is right!” She smiled warmly until a memory popped in. “Ah! His mother, Lady Eun-min kinda reminds me of you a bit. Although I kinda just met her not that long ago, she has this energy that reminds me of you. A scary one if someone gets you mad.”

“I know what you mean, and I believe I have heard that name before somewhere. Anyway, is that everyone?” Her grandmother asked, making Aries smile bigger. “Of course, I did ask so I’ll listen. And you are right about myself loving to hear your tales and the people you met.”

“Yep!~ Two more people! I promise!” She cleared her throat a bit as she continues “This one still surprised me, but I believe she has a great potential of becoming a nurse. Her name is Hana, a young fierce little lady that I have ever seen throughout my chase with Cipher. She is a very nice girl, and her Pokémon are just the cutest! Wesker may claw me for calling him cute, but he is and he’s gonna have to get use to it, but her little star is Frieden! My goodness every time I see him I just want to pinch his cheeks! I love that little dragon!” She heard her grandmother laughing soft, she knew Aries is this fond with baby Pokémon, she doesn’t blame her. Although Aries did blush. “R-Right! Back to Hana! Like I said, she is a sweet but fierce little girl I have seen, even when one of the Commanders thought it would be an awesome idea to hold her hostage-”

“WHAT?! Those Commanders held a child hostage?!” Aries jumped upon hearing her grandmother roar out in anger. Aries’s grandmother is also found for the little ones in her family, a sense that they must be protected at all costs…hearing a Commander had the guts to do such a thing… “If you all are able to capture that one, do not hesitate to rip them to shreds!” She noticed Aries shaking a bit, taking breaths to calm down. “I’m sorry.. Is she okay? Did she get hurt?…”

“Sh-She is okay granny, and no, they didn’t hurt her thankfully. You are also not the only one who want to rip Veda apart..” She also take in breaths to calm down as she continues. “I know she has a little knowledge about Pokémon Battles, but I think she’ll be good at it in time! I mostly see her doing well as a nurse when she is also helping Abby with medical stuff!…Well mostly the medications. But the first time I saw her angry…Brrrr…kiddo there got me scared a bit. Speaking of Abby…”

She smiled softly. “Abby is also a very nice person, but like Hana she can get scary… but Abby can be REALLY takes it to a whole level thanks to the fact she is a medic…I may not know what will happen, but I know it’s going be messy… VERY messy. A scary Doctor who is not afraid to shed blood to those who caused harm to others… Besides that though, she is a very helpful and kind person, she even helped me when Cobalt slashed me on the back…Don’t ask how I survived that, I did and she made sure of it as well! She is very protective with Hana, also kinda reminds me of you and dad if something bad happened to me..” She soon smiled softly and had a goofy grin on her face. “I soon discovered she and Mark are dating, my only wish for them is to live a happy life together. Two precious Pidoves with a loving bond that I’ve ever seen!”

She chuckled softly as she sees her grandmother having tears of joy in her eyes. “Granny?…”

“I’m okay dear, I’m relieved to hear you have friends that are willing to protect each other and now you. I still believe you made the right choice in joining Neo Team Plasma, but please remember this: You are always loved by us, whatever choice you make, we will follow with no hesitation. I’m happy you are fighting for what’s truly right. Even if sacrifices have to be made, don’t you ever back down. Do you understand me?” Aries’s grandmother still had a firm but gentle voice.

“Y-Yeah…Thanks Granny…especially listening…I needed that.” The girl spoke with tears falling with relief and joy, she felt tired already, as she heard her grandmother spoke again.

“You are very welcome, I’ll tell everyone that you are okay. And if they have a problem with you joining Neo Plasma…They have to answer through me. Make us Proud, Aries. Good Luck, and please rest well.” The call ended, leaving Aries smiling softly on the desk and soon accidentally falling asleep on the desk as well.

-End-

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#response #oc describing other ocs #Tag: The Witch and the Matriarch #Tag: A grandmother’s love

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing: Yandere! Bruno x reader

Prompt: “Tell me how much you love me”

Description: For someone who claimed to love you, Bruno sure was... strange about it. If he wanted you to love him back so bad, maybe he should have considered that before he kidnapped you and took your limbs hostage?

Content warning: Inappropriate use of a stand (unzipping readers limbs as a punishment), kidnapping, non con/dub con touching, crying, reader is a stand user, a little bit of mind break as a treat, ask to tag

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1781

Notes: Finally I actually write a character yan when the prompt calls for it lol. Also sorry this took me so fucking long! I hope you enjoy I’m really on a roll tonight!! Also, this lowkey feels like a hot mess but I suppose it be like that the first time u write for a character. I guess I am still new here lol

Edited: Added more spacing, fixed minor grammar and spelling errors.

He always did this when you did something he didn’t like.

You did things he didn’t like often, though. It was fun to see how far you could push his patience; it was your one joy in this place. He hadn’t exploded on you, yet, but you were certain you could get him there.

Surely Bruno didn’t love you so much as he claimed to let every one of your so called ‘wrong doings’ go by the way side with his ridiculous punishments.

“Come now bella, you know how to make this stop.” Bruno cooed, just out of arms reach from you.

From the your mid thigh down, you had no limbs-- Sticky fingers doing. You could see your legs laying nicely on the bed a ways away from the arm chair you were set up in.

You were surprised you still had your arms; you thought Bruno had learned his lesson last time he got close to you and you used your Stand, Glory and Gore to give him a headache so strong no medicine could help it.

Your so called shared rooms was dimmed for days and you were allowed to make no sound. A small victory when it came to him. You figured after a stunt like that he would finally snap.

Unfortunately for you, it just lead to your current predicament.

“Why don’t you come a little closer and I can stop this all now.” You growled.

You weren’t stupid enough as to reach forward, lest you be stranded on the floor. However, Glory had a very small range. It was less than a meter, in fact, and she was most effective when you could touch your opponent.

Bruno simply tutted, frowning.

“It’s not that hard, _____,” Oh boy, he rarely called you by anything than one of his other pet names.

You must have really upset him!

“All you have to do is tell me how much you love me and I’ll put you back together.” He smiled softly at you.

As charming as he was, you were well past falling for his facade. No, you would be as unruly and terrible as you could for as long as Bruno kept you trapped here against your will.

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it a moment. “Well… I don’t think I want to.” You kicked the stubs you had left of your thighs, and shrugged a little. “I mean, its kinda nice having you far away from me for once. After all, who knows what Glory and I have in store for you this time.”

You figured, next time he got close enough to touch you should give him some gross disease, or maybe just get it over with and give him a heart attack. You were tired of playing these games with him.

You watched with delight as he frowned. The two of you were at a standstill, of course. If Bruno died by your hand before Sticky Fingers rezipped your limbs it wouldn't be fantastic for you. You could probably make it back to your legs and have Glory heal you before you bled out but it wasn’t really a chance you wanted to take.

“What a shame…” he sighed, rising from his seat and moving towards the bed where your legs lay.

“Hey what the heck do you think you’re doing?” Calmly, he sat by your legs on the bed. “Don’t you touch my legs Bruno!”

“It’s a shame I can only touch you when you’re like this cara. Don’t you know how good I could make you feel?” Despite his sweet tone, Bruno's touch did anything but calm you.

You hated that you could feel the heat of his hand resting on your legs, how you could feel his fingers gently tapping your skin.

“W-wait, wait!” You cried.

All you wanted to do was pull your legs up to yourself. You hated other people touching you-- Bruno the most. He was always so handsy when you weren’t paying attention…

“I’ll say it, I’ll say it! Just please, please stop touching me… you know how uncomfortable that makes me…” You sighed softly, looking down at where your legs should be.

With one final kiss to your thigh (you hated the way it raised goosebumps to your flesh) Bruno rose with a satisfied smirk, returning to his seat before you.

“So, was there something you wanted to say to me bella?” You swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

You had been here this long, you at least knew what he wanted to hear and how he liked it said…

“Bruno…” You sighed, softening your tone in the soft and demure way that he seemed to like. Already, he was eating it up. “I just want you to know that…” You paused a moment, watching with disgust as his pupils dilated and his cheeks dusted with color.

“...I hate you! I hate you so much some days I wonder how I use to tolerate being in your squad. I don’t know how I’ve manged so far stuck with you!” You raised your voice, yelling at him now.

He was silent a moment, his face dark. Boy, he really must not have liked that… maybe you finally pissed him off enough to let you go or kill you. Or give you the chance to kill him, that would be great!

“You simply don’t know when to give up…” Bruno sighed heavily, rising dramatically from his chair.

“Give up? I won’t ever stop fighting you Bruno! I won’t ever love you!” You pushed him further, glaring with pure malice in your eyes as he only stocked closer to you.

You were so caught up in your emotions, you didn’t even think to attack him, crying out instead when he used his superior speed and strength against you.

“Sticky Fingers!” In a moment, Bruno held your arms in his, frowning all the while. You didn’t even know how it happened but your stand was useless if you couldn’t touch him with your hands.

And there was no way you could control your limbs if they weren't connected to your body.

“B-bruno wait, no!”

You were helpless to stop him as he unceremoniously tossed your arms to join your legs on the bed. He loomed before you now, staring down at your useless form. You squirmed under his intense.

“I-I don’t care what your punishment is, I’ll say I love you as many times as you want me to but please, please don’t touch me!” You begged him now, leaning back farther in the seat as best you could.

Bruno ignored you, picking up your body as if you weighed nothing and taking your seat in the armchair. Once seated, he sat you in his lap, snugly wrapping his arms around your waist as you did your best to struggle out of his grasp.

It was useless, you both knew, but Bruno didn’t bother to stop you.

“Ah ah, you had your chance for forgiveness cara. But you couldn’t just say you loved me…” Bruno sighed, brushing some hair away from your neck. You couldn’t see his face and for that, you were glad.

“Now you have to deal with your real punishment. I hope you understand.” All you could do was whimper and he pulled you closer and placed what someone might call a sweet kiss on your neck.

“P-please, wait.” Your struggling had stopped altogether, now you were trying to squirm out of his touch.

You hated it, hated the way his calloused hands felt so pleasant, how his lips felt so soft against your skin and that even now, when he claimed to be punishing you, he was nothing but gentle.

“Anything else!” You begged.

Bruno merely tipped your head to the side for better access to your neck. You went limp as he began to leave a mark, a pitiful little whimper leaving your as Bruno indulged in holding you, in showing you his love.

You really did hate Bruno-- everything about him drove you crazy. Most of all, though, you hated how… he seemed to be wearing you down. Because as the time passe his touch seemed less and less terrifying and more… pleasant. Comforting almost.

“You’re doing so good for me tersoro… Imagine just how sweet this could be if you behaved.” You only nod at his words, too lost in your thoughts to really say anything. “It’s not so hard to be docile, is it?”

Bruno dared to place a chase kiss on the corner of your lips. You knew you were done for when your lips when to follow his and saw the sweet smile on his face. “Now, bella, was there something you had to say to me?” He waited patiently, turning you in his lap so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“I… love you Bruno.”

You don’t know what disgusted you more; how easy the words slipped from your tongue, or how Bruno’s blue eyes lit up in pure delight as you muttered the words.

They could very well be true, from how Bruno had you acting at this point.

“You’re doing so well cara! Was that so hard?” He laughed softly, resting his forehead against yours.

You stayed silent, letting the words you just said wash over you. Maybe it was true… You had been here so long, you didn’t know anymore.

Did you love Bruno?

Maybe, if he was the only person you would ever see again. Perhaps you didn’t hate him, but yourself--for ever allowing yourself to fall for a despicable man like him.

“Now, lets get you back together again, hmm?” His voice was nothing if not soft and sweet.

“Okay…” Your voice is quiet, far different that the fight you had in you before.

You felt so defeated.

The fire you had to you before was all but gone, but Bruno didn't seem to mind one bit. It wasn’t often you gave him an easy moment; Bruno wasn’t one to question his good luck.

“Um… Bruno?”

“Yes, tesoro?”

You didn’t like how his soft gaze made your heart pound, how his warm hands on your waist made you feel… funny.

But you wanted more.

How long had it been since you let another person touch you?

“Could I… maybe get another kiss?” When did your voice get so small? When did you start to mutter?

When had you started to watch his attention...?

“Of course! You don’t have to ask…”

Bruno was happy to indulge you, slotting his lips against your own and easily supporting you.

Your life here, with Bruno, wasn't all that great... But maybe they didn’t have to be so bad.

After all, Bruno loved you.

You shouldn’t feel bad about loving him back… You were only making the both of you more miserable, after all.

Maybe it was better this way, being his little doll. Then again, with his trust earned, maybe you could kill him.

Get your freedom.

It was something to consider. For now you would… indulge in him. Let yourself be loved, if only for a little while…

#jjba #yandere bruno x reader #yandere bruno #Bruno Buccerati x reader #yandere jjba #yandere x reader

[squibbymun]

I genuinely forgot I gave Emperor a disability (He has problems with his ink pressure which makes him very prone to melting i wrote a whole post about it) but ANYWAYS i wrote some lore for it get jumpscared

do however keep in mind that i wrote this in dms to a friend randomly at 3 am because twitter was down so its not written in the most eloquent manenr but it should do the job okay GO

Considering that recovering from melting makes you so exhausted, Emperor was probably. very tired all the fucking time. hes probably still tired a lot actually thats why he conks out so damn hard. probably made him very irritable which you can imagine didnt help. It was probably an issue more-so when he was younger because it DID get better as he got older but after practice for the day he would immediately conk out. Gets home and he instnatly falls asleep for like. awhile ? I have no idea how long but he probably sleeps longer than average. Probably snacks on shit a lot (shoutouts to carbohydrates and sugar for the momentary energy boost). Between being stressed about people finding out and about training he was not fucking vibing. Now heres smth Navy and Emperor related though- During that 30 matches thing Emperor would strategically let Navy splat him. Why ? Respawning restabilized his ink pressure!! Probably not for TOO long but enough for the rest of a match so that means that Navy always got atleast 1 splat in during those battles Also Emperor definitely bought. some type of snake oil at some point. You know how people are like ''Buy this thing from me and youll be cured of whatever'' yeah Emperor was probably scared enough of people finding out he fell for one of those. THANKFULLY he ended up realising it was a scam and hes rich so he didnt lose a lot of money but its still sad how he was so worried about the public finding out about this that he got himself roped into a scam Also i entirely forgot about the melting feeling either numb or ''that tingly feeling your leg gets when it goes numb'' and oh my god that must be fucking horrible to be happening on your ears/face. Sometimes emperor's ears will just twitch WILDLY and no one knew why. Thats the fucking reason hes trying to shake out the fucking TINGLING. Thats not even getting into how worst it would be for reverse emperor (stressed all the time,even more so than regular emperor, anxious, doesnt eat as much because he just cant find the energy to eat before conking out, hes younger than regular emperor so hes more prone to it yadah yadah poor guys not handling it well its a shocker no ones realised smth is up)

ANOTHER THING the reason emperor didnt show any symptoms earlier is either because he was just nowhere near as active (really depressed 10-14, hes a rich white kid so not much to be stressed about yadah yadah that kinda stuff) or because symptoms only started showing when he reached humanoid form. I still havent decided on which one is canon but its one of those. Regardless he thought it was normal for everyone to be like that when they first get their humanoid forms until he randomly googled it when he was 15 one day and went ''oh.''

Anyways thats all i have thank u for reading my insane emperor ramblings

#splatoon #splatoon manga #coroika #emperor coroika

[violexides]

i know u mean well and people are definitely out there talking about tjeir 9/11 trauma but like. what are u talking about. what wide-reaching public discussions on middle eastern/arab 9/11 trauma would people be deliberately ignoring. like the point is valid and that Should be something to care about obviously, i just ????????? what?????

hiya! sorry for the delayed response, I was very tired last night and didn't want to answer this incorrectly. however even while I'm awake, I'm still a little confused by the question phrasing haha so I'm sorry if I answer this wrong -- feel free to send another ask to clarify.

with 9/11 specifically, what usually happens is that people aren't /trying/ to ignore the trauma that middle eastern/arab people have gone through-- the majority of people are extremely aware that this trauma exists. however what happens is that conversations about this trauma gets almost generalized, where people will center on their own experiences (usually, annoyances) with the specific breed of American nationalism following 9/11, and equate that with what middle eastern/arab/muslim people experiences. Obviously every marginalized group in America has been targeted by American nationalism & racism & xenophobia; however, these different groups often experience slightly different experiences (some that overlap, some that don't) which is why it's important to both acknowledge solidarity but also cede the ground to those in that group to speak about their experiences. For example, the No Fly list wasn't exclusively composed of Arab people. However, the No Fly list was directly concocted by the Islamophobia in this country; and thus, there is a lot of importance in listening to Muslim & Arab people's experiences and acknowledging their struggle rather than going "well nobody has a good time at airports". I feel like this is phrased badly but I hope my point comes across.

there are also some experiences on a more individual level with identity erasure; I was just talking to an Arab friend of mine about how a lot of their struggles tend to get erased as "not real poc struggles", which is really stupid but does happen. I also get mixed up a lot for being of different backgrounds and have received a lot of microaggressions when I tell people I'm Iraqi-- in the same breath, though, there is limited activism or community work in my area that works to address these microaggressions other than people going "yeah that sucks". Also I have a lot of thoughts on how all Middle Eastern people are classified as white, which is a more subtle kind of erasure imo and a more systemmatic problem-- some Middle eastern people consider themselves white but like, as an Iraqi person there is no way I am white lmao.

there's also the general issue experienced by a lot of poc where their struggles will be translated into something more palatable for white people to talk about. Not sure how to explain this exactly but like, a lot of white queer people talk about the Islamophobia following 9/11 as something that would directly impact them, despite not being Muslim or Arab, because nationalism often correlates with bigotry in other ways. Which is absolutely an accurate correlation but def takes the framing of the issue off of the victims of this Islamophobia and makes it into that easily channeled like... the I'm Queer Therefore I Understand POC Issues kind of fallacy which you see a LOT.

and then last example but there's also prejudice people have yet to address within themselves like, for example. a lot of people (espec atheists it seems) equate Christianity, Judaism, and Islam as all being The Bad Religions That Oppress People. and a lot of that is rooted in EXTREME antisemitism which I am not qualified to touch on but like very much permeates a lot of these conversations & needs to go addressed in its own right. also a lot of Islamophobia in this idea that Islam is Inherently Oppressive, which you would think isn't as much of an ideal held in leftist spaces but you'd be surprised! this kind of seeps also into a lot of dialogues about Islamic theocracies which can easily cross the line between "hey theocracies are bad" to "hey religion is bad" which is also like super harmful. Just a lot of stuff like that. which I feel like doesn't totally get addressed a lot either.

Last last thing actually but also the way that American news talks about the Middle East and Arab people is trenched in SO much racism and that very much has an impact on how people see it. That includes both right-leaning and left-leaning sources its just how this country frames Middle Esatern conflicts is... yikes.

again this phrasing is all clumsy (and im just speaking from my personal experiences & what ive seen) but what I'm trying to get at here is a lot of time its not that people don't recognize that Islamophobia or racism against Arab/Middle Eastern people exists, like people Are Aware of That, but a lot of internalized bigotry doesn't go addressed & it exists in a lot of spheres of culture. and because of that conversations about it don't really tend to happen, and people tend to disregard the want to start those conversations in turn.

#ides.ask #long post #I feel like this is terribly written and I'm sorry about that but I hope that answers the question? or that I... #understood the question? #ALSO LIKE THIS IS JUST MY EXPERIENCES & OPINION #im writing this casually so i dont have a shitton of links to throw here just talking about me

[socialc1imb]

specific questions uhh... (sorry if you've ever talked abt these already whoops, also u absolutely don't have to answer any/all of these if u don't wanna)

favorite thing about their dynamic? or about their individual personalities?

any specific things with their designs that you just really love?

if i were to squish their cheeks on a scale of I Am Now Dead to 'oh they melted-' how would they react?

was there any one big moment that solidified their friendship/dynamic or did that all happen gradually??

last one: HOW??? DID YOU MAKE THEM??? SO BELOVED??? i love them both so much-

My favorite thing about their dynamic is probably the fact that at heart, they are troublemakers when left to their own devices. They are mischievous and cunning and cannot be trusted when left alone because they can and will prank you. That being said, I also love how genuine these two are with each other and their friends. All they want is for others to be happy and they can and will do everything in their power to show that they care about people.

Their designs? I love Spirit’s hair and his little jacket. I’m not sure why, but something about the both of them is so good. For Wind, it’s his bandana and the scars he has. I think they’re neat and really add to his design :3

OKAY SO LIKE. IT DEPENDS. Young 14/15 year old Wind would absolutely pull a knife on you and threaten you within an inch of your life (but he’s super flustered and embarrassed the entire time), however, if you catch him when he’s alone or tired, he will simply melt into your hands. Spirit will more often than not just end up being super flustered and will melt, but if he’s particularly angry or pissed off he will tell you off. As adults, around 20/21 years old like in train whistles, they’ll both just melt and will be like “oh- oh uhm okay I? Thank you?”

So like. Considering that they looked very similar as 14/15 year olds, I think the first time they met each other and were like “wtf why do you look like me”, they knew they’d be close. Anything after that was more gradual, I think. Little moments like comforting one another after a nightmare, pranking Warriors together, or switching clothes and pranking everyone, worrying when one or the other gets hurt, etc, just slowly brought them to be the brothers they are :)

ALSO I DIDNT MAKE THEM BELOVED THATS JUST HOW THEY ARE?!????

#asks #twawb #train whistles and wedding bells #twawb spirit #twawb wind #linked universe #linked universe au

[mangoisms]

hi soooo i randomly found dgfh and let me tell u that this is everything i could’ve ever wanted on a fic i just love the way u write the reader because (as a self proclaimed lover of humanity) it is sosososo refreshing to see a character also embrace humanity as it is, with it’s flaws and complexities while never losing faith on the goodness of people. im loving the story so far !!! ur writing is amazing and it makes me feel so warm inside <3

aaaaand i also am a huge dc fan so i was wondering, who’s tee’s fave robin and who do u think would be miyukis fave dc character? (lord i’m so sorry if the question is annoying but this is the first time two of my hyperfixations are in one fic 😭)

anon i just need you to know this ask had me giggling twirling my hair and kicking my feet

like first off THANK YOU. i generally try to write my readers/ocs as not being cynical in regards to humanity just as simple baseline but with tee, it was a specific thing for her and in fact a pointed difference between her and miyuki. for me, i am also a humanity lover and just so tired of seeing cynicism/pessimism in regards to it especially in writing (and this is of course a nuanced convo but most of the time, i encountered just plain out pessimistic characters that made it so hard to enjoy the story LOL) so that’s why i did it. very glad another humanity lover can reap the benefits too. literally nothing makes me more happy to see others enjoying specific aspects i wrote for myself that they also enjoy as well!

NOOOO don’t worry it’s not annoying AT ALL ^_^ i’m literally SO happy to talk about it. dc and daiya have my brain held hostage, i’m constantly thinking about them together or separately. it was purely indulgent to make tee a dc comics enjoyer and i am sooo glad you are enjoying that too!!!!!

those are EXCELLENT questions that i haven’t actually thought about… i’m a fake fan HELP no i’m just kidding i’m just kidding. let’s see… i think tee’s favorite robin would have to be dick or MAYBE jason. they both have deeply robin-like qualities. they’re kind they’re likable they are perhaps the most true examples of robin being the light to batman’s dark and i think she would lean towards that. (which is not to say tim didn’t have that but he’s. well. you know. tim. and then damian. i love him but. he’s more of a shade of grey i would say — however we could also consider steph here too, since i think she embodied that light to batman’s dark very well, even if she was robin for a short period of time.)

for miyuki… that is so hard. deeply fun to consider however. my dc knowledge is limited unfortunately so i can’t consider a lot of people but i think he would either really like lois lane or john constantine. i know they’re both SO random but. genuinely feel like they’re good matches. for lois i am admittedly biased because tee makes a nice reference to clark and lois in the final part of dgfh but i also do think he would like her personality. they’re both. deeply stubborn individuals. and then john is. i think that one is self explanatory. he’s got that belligerence that miyuki would enjoy LMAOOOOOO

edit: WAIT i hope it’s not too late. anon if you would like tell me what you think!!!! do you agree or disagree??? disagreeing is totally fine if anything i would be super interested to hear what you think about who tee’s favorite robin would be or miyuki’s favorite dc character!!!! let me know!!!!!

anyway this ask was so lovely THANK YOU i am glad to know there is another dc and daiya enjoyer out there 🫡🫡

#truly i saw this last night and was soooo excited abt it #but the benadryl was hitting and i knew i wouldn’t be able to answer it well #so it was a nice little treat for today #so thank you again <333 #inbox #anonymous #dgfh** #dc anon 🔎

[fatedwithmbc]

I’m wide awake and side note, NOT HIGH. That turned into a fiasco in itself. I hadn’t taken my medical marijuana in over a month and took the same dosage I had been taking when I had a tolerance. I was high well into the next day and messed up plans with “E” and my friend.

The terrible thing was, I knew I “messed up” but was so high I couldn’t stop laughing. So, I was laughing and crying at the same time. Ugh- everyone was really cool about the change of plans (lucky for me). I’m glad and thankful of their understanding.

“E” and I went to lunch at a mid-way spot between us the next day. I was glad to still be able to see and spend time with him. All is well in that world… I think. I haven’t stayed at his place in a couple of weeks, but he’s been adamant about doing things and not just lounging at his house. We do need to go on dates- I get it. But I miss sleeping next to him. And just lounging around with him. But really I’m comfortable with him anywhere. I do also miss “R”. Who knew I’d miss a dog who wasn’t mine?

Prior to the “incident”, I did have a nice dinner with my closest friends to celebrate the holiday. We finally were able to coordinate a time and place and I was not disappointed. I even ate a turnip- which I’ve never had before having pot-roast at that restaurant.

The girls liked their gifts which filled me with happiness- I try to be thoughtful and think of things they like and will use. I find it’s horrible to get gifts you know you won’t use. I try to avoid that at all costs by considering who I’m buying for.

Sunday the family also came for New Year’s dinner and it was pleasant. I was tired and irritable though. My nephew was on the same page and had a meltdown upon departure. Sunday night, I started crying for no reason and it continued well into the evening Monday.

I got positive news that my pneumonitis is clearing up, my largest liver tumor has shrunk by at least half and some of my smaller tumors are gone. My treatment is working and I should be thrilled, but I was still crying. The crying was chalked up to hormones and menopause. I was even cleared to start work again in February, beginning with half days. My oncologist even gave me a prescription telling me to celebrate my good news (further evidence I selected the right provider).

Why doesn’t it feel good?

I think this small win pales in comparison to the fact that I need treatment for my lifetime. I’m still told it’s unlikely I’ll ever be NED (No Evidence of Disease). I’m tired of taking pills everyday, even though I did for my depression prior to my diagnosis. It just seems harder because these pills have harsher side-effects.

I’m still losing weight due to lack of appetite. I am still sleeping heaps. My hair follicles still get painful (even though I’m not losing my hair). I just am not pre-cancer me and I never will be again. That in itself is a hard pill to swallow.

I’m content to let everyone else celebrate my little victories, because for me, there’s still so much overwhelming reality to face.

I’m also very worried about starting work again, although- it’s time. I’ve sorted my shit out. I know what treatment feels like, I have come to terms with my diagnosis, and now it’s time to start my job again. Time to start my new normal.

I’m determined everything will work itself out- but I know that might take more time. Time I don’t want to use figuring it out. However, I don’t get a choice.

I just want to be fine. I even miss pre-grief Ashley. I’m just so changed. It makes me wonder how I’m able to keep people in my life when I just feel so negative. I try not to be in person- but it gets overwhelming sometimes. I guess this is one of those moments.

Reminder: A depressive moment doesn’t mean I’m depressed.

I guess I’ve sorted all my thoughts out for now. I should try to sleep.

Also, sorry if the timeline is unclear here-

Thurs- Dinner with Girls

Fri/Sat- Medical Marijuana Incident

Sun- Lunch with “E”, Family Dinner

Mon- Oncology Follow-up

#fated with mbc #confessions of a cancer patient #stage iv deserves more #metastatic breast cancer #stage iv metastatic breast cancer