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spiderlyla · 7 months

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request for fluff-tober!

reader learning spanish behind miguel's back using an app.

he finds out one day when he comes home early and was surprised to hear a male voice talking in spanish, coming from the bedroom. immediately, rage filled him and he burst inside the room, startling reader who was using duolingo on the computer. reader is startled and tries to hide to keep the surprise, but it's too late.

eventually miguel questions them and learns that reader has been trying to learn spanish for a month now, so they could understand miguel better. also, so they wouldn't have to 'annoy' him by asking him to translate whenever he talks in spanish.

it ends with miguel teaching reader alongside them using the learning app :D he'll find it so adorable even if reader speaks in broken beginner spanish.

Day 6 of Flufftober

synopsis: your secret is out.

lumi's note: thank you, anon for this really cute request! this is actually the first request I've written for fluff-tober out of all of them.

pairing: gn!reader × miguel o'hara

Guilt was enveloping Miguel from the inside out for the past two weeks.

Work has been extremly hectic for the past month, but since the holidays were coming up, everyone was trying to rush their work so they could be able to spend the holidays at their universe's. Coincidentally, there have been alot of breachs in the multiverse, multiple anomalies showing up where they shouldn't be, and of course, with Miguel being the leader of the spider-society, alot of the work load fell on his shoulders.

He hasn't returned home in days, and when he did, he'd always find you fast asleep. It filled him with immense guilt that he was neglecting you for so long.

So today, he came home earlier than he usually would—much earlier. Early enough for you you have just returned home from work. He passed by a nearby flower shop to get you a nice bouquet of your favourite flowers, he couldn't walk in empty handed after all. He had a few plans for you this evening, maybe he'll cook you dinner, and you'll spend the rest of the evening making dessert together.

The walk home wasn't long, especially since he swung there, landing on your balcony. He ran his hands through his hair a few times, making sure he looked good in the reflection. His under eyes were a little darker than before, but other than that, nothing changed all that much.

He slid the door open and stepped inside, noticing how queit the apartment was. Weird, he thought, he did see your car parked on the street, and it was still warm when he passed by it. There was a faint smell of spices, something with curry? His eyes spotted your keys and phone on the table near the front door, your shoes tucked neatly to the side, with a little bit of mud sticking to the bottom of it.

So you are home.

He looked around, you weren't in the living room nor were you in the kitchen, which was odd, you usually liked to relax by the TV while eating.

He turned around, going to look for you in the bathroom, when he heard it. A hushed, baritone voice, that of a man speaking spanish.

In your bedroom.

Miguel's limbs froze, but he could physically feel an extreme pressure on his chest, his heart racing as he listened in to what he told you.

"Te quiero a ti, no a otro." [I want you, not anybody else.]

A pit formed in his stomach, his legs felt heavy when he tried to move them. There was a man, in his bedroom, talking in spanish for his partner, telling them how much he wants them.

Anger seeped theough every fiber of his being when he heard him repeat it, 'Te quiero a ti, no a otro.' but when he heard your voice, struggling to repeat what he said, he felt his entire being go numb before all that anger gave him the energy to move towards the door and push it open.

The door flew open, the handle coming off in Miguel's fist from how tightly he gripped it, his eyes fell on you, you wore one of Miguel's shirts, your plate of rice and curry set to the side on the desk, while you sat infront of your laptop.

"Mig!—Shit, honey, you scared me!" You exclaimed, looking rather startled. Miguel glanced around, eyebrows furrowed so hard it brought him a little headache. The bed was made, there was no trace of anybody being inside but you. Your feet carried you to where he stood, and you tip-toed, cupping his cheeks in your hands while his maroon eyes scanned the room once more.

"Are you okay, baby? Is something wrong?" Your fingertips felt wonderful on his skin, he could smell the scent of your bodywash, the arouma of your shampoo. It calmed his fried nerves and racing thoughts a little bit. "There was...someone speaking." He mumbled, putting a hand on the one resting on his cheek. "A man."

"Hm?" You then noticed his shifty glances, the way he tensed up when he said those words. Miguel couldn't feel the presence of anyone else in the room but the two of you, maybe the lack of his spider senses were the reason. "There is no one but me, honey. Calm down, it's okay." You seemed to be hiding something still, you've been alarmed ever since he entered the room.

"I know, amor." He mumbled, "But I'm sure I heard a man speaking. He was speaking spanish." When he looked back at you, your face had flushed with colour. His eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched, that couldn't be someone on the phone, right?

"Oh, um, well, I wanted this to be a surprise, but..." You intertwined your fingers with him, and led him to where you were previously sitting. You pointed at the screen of your computer, where a cartoonish man was standing next to a woman, holding hands. The words were scrambled, and there was a line at the bottom of the page, to assemble the sentence correctly. You leaned over the seat and clicked the little speaker icon, and that baritone voice erupted out of the computer, repeating the same words Miguel had heard earlier.

"Oh." His featured relaxed a little, while his ears and neck turned a dark shade of red. "What did you think was going on, Miggy?" You wiggled your eyebrows teasingly at him, but he kept his composure, trying to deflect the embaressing situation he put himself in. "You're learning Spanish?"

Now you were the one blushing, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, have been for the past month."

"Why?"

You fiddled with your fingers for a moment, before answering him. "For you. It must be more comfortable for you to speak in spanish, I want to understand you better, and I don't want you to keep translating everything you say to me, I figured how annoying that must be for you. I wanted it to be a surprise too..."

Miguel's previously sour expression softened at your confession. None of his previous partners had even tried to do that for him, but here you were, going the extra mile just to simply make him feel comfortable.

His big palm cupped your cheek, he leaned down to kiss your forehead, "You're too sweet." He chuckled, "But it's not annoying to translate, no, and I'm glad you're trying, mi sol." He put down the flowers on the desk, "Though, you should've asked me to help, I'm sure I'm more knowledgeable than this stupid bird app you're using."

You giggled, holding onto him. "I'm sure you are, honey, but you didn't have time, so I thought maybe I shouldn't ask."

"I'll make time." He spoke nonchalantly, pulling a chair beside you and sitting down. You raised your brows, but sat down on your own chair. "Now, show me how would you say that sentence."

You looked at the screen for a moment, then turned to Miguel, "T-Te qui-ero a ti, no a o-tro." Your visible cringing at the way you spoke evoked a chuckle out of Miguel, but he did not mock you. "No, baby, you have to roll your r's a little. And don't be afraid to speak, we're learning, aren't we?" You nodded, leaning forward. "Can you say it, Mig?"

"Of course," He leaned forward a little, so close to you that your noses almost bumped. He paused for a minute, crimson eyes trailing on your lips for a split second. "Te quiero a ti, no a otro." His pronunciation made it sound like a completely different sentence, or maybe it was the way he said it, his voice low, his eyes boring into your own. He brushed his lips against yours, and you let out a gasp. "Well, go on, amor.." He hummed queitly. You let out a broken sigh, speaking right before you pressed your lips on his.

"Yo también te quiero" [I want you too]

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south-of-heaven · 6 months

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If you're writing for Dexter Lumis i was hoping you could write a oneshot with him and a female reader. Possibly she get's injured in a match and he saves her and ends up confessing feeling for each other?

Silent confessions || Dexter Lumis x Reader

Summary: Dexter saves you in the ring after you get injured.

The atmosphere in the arena was charged with anticipation, the crowd's roars and the electrifying energy of the ring combining into a symphony of chaos. You were in the midst of a fierce match, the stakes high, and the intensity tangible. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

An unforeseen twist, a miscalculated move, and suddenly, you found yourself writhing in pain, a searing ache radiating from your injured leg. The match had taken an unexpected turn, leaving you vulnerable and hurting.

As you tried to pull yourself together, the audience's cheers took on a different tone, a mix of concern and curiosity. The air shifted, and that's when you saw him—Dexter Lumis, emerging from the shadows.

In his enigmatic way, he moved with purpose, his gaze focused solely on you. The crowd, unsure of what to make of this unexpected intrusion, fell into a hushed silence. Dexter reached the ring, his expression unreadable as always, but there was an undeniable intensity in his eyes.

The opponent, sensing the sudden shift, wisely retreated, leaving you alone in the ring with Dexter. He circled you, a silent guardian surveying the damage. When his gaze met yours, it held a depth that transcended words. It was a language only you and he understood.

Your breath caught as you found the courage to speak, your voice carrying above the muted whispers of the audience. "Dexter," you began, wincing slightly from the pain, "I... I can't do this alone. I need you."

The silence lingered, but Dexter's eyes, the windows to a soul rarely exposed, seemed to soften. He extended a hand, and, with a touch both gentle and firm, helped you to your feet.

Despite the lack of words, the unspoken understanding between you two was profound. Dexter Lumis, known for his silence, conveyed volumes with his actions. In that shared moment, the unspoken language between you blossomed into something more—a connection that transcended the boundaries of ordinary communication.

As he supported you, his gaze never leaving yours, you felt a surge of warmth, a reassurance that went beyond the physical support. The arena, now silent in awe, bore witness to a silent exchange that spoke louder than any words could.

In that moment, injured yet cradled by Dexter's presence, you knew. And in the quiet gaze he bestowed upon you, the answer was clear—he felt it too. Sometimes, love doesn't need words; it finds its expression in the language of actions and shared moments.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #dexter lumis x reader #dexter lumis

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letterfromtarnish · 1 year

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Port Manteau

Hello to her Royal Majesty Queen Luminessa,

I hope this finds you in as good as spirit as i find myself in these days. It has been roughly a year since last we wrote correspondence I apologize for my absence as it poor manners to keep a not only a lady, but a good friend in waiting. Since last week spoke Chance gave me his blessing to grow the name Grimmawk outside the hush tones of fearful villages and whining vampires. Ive made my way to Port Manteau gaining passage from our mutual friend the King of the Pirates. There was something amazing about being out on the ocean again. I love my husband dearly but absence truly makes the heart grow fonder and I see him more in my thoughts and think of him in laughter aboard the fine vessels that Qui-Lon leads through your ocean. The vast blue field that lay before me once struck fear into my heart and now since making your acquaintance has left me doing nothing more the longing for my friend to escape her responsibilities and visit with me on my escapades.

We talked for hours about everything: Politics of the day, where one might find fun in the various ports of the archipelago. He urges me to visit Hyranor. A New King has taken a seat in that backwater country by the name of Lucius Pinn. He has in the past sought council from my husband in obtaining eternal life before he gained his blood soak crown. Chance turned him away simply stating

"One does not ask for power, You simply are or you are not and Lucius Pin is not."

I may seek to open trade once Mallum has an established market but i get ahead of myself. Ive gain an audience with the Royal Family using my husbands name less like a key and more akin to a battering ram to open the doors to trade. They fear him and in turn fear me. Its so strange as Chance has not killed and eaten any man who hasn't deserved it and I myself have never truly ended a life with any sort of malice but to hear the courts lords and lady's whisper you would think we were boogie men. they dare not say it to my face but my ears gather their words where their courage will not.

Do they see you as a monster or god Lumi? Chance says not to worry myself on it.

"They can not fathom anything not fearing death. We to can die but time will never be our assassin. Darkness to them is the essence of evil, but to us it is merely the absence of light."

The courts of Mallum work in black and white while most of the world is in shades of grey. Their blindness is my advantage and I plan to exploit it and maybe teach a few out there that in the absence of light, good things exist in the dark. Right soon. Ive enclosed a case of waterproof silks that i had enchanted for you to give to your tailors. Send my regards to Tippy.

With Love and respect your humble servant

Count Dion Alexander Grimmawk

#unprepared casters #daggers out #count dion alexander grimmawk #queen luminessa #letters from tarnish #fanfic #arc 10

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fruitanddarkness · 10 months

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Enmu Playlist

■□■□■□■□■□■□■□■

Hush - Aviva

Suck it Up - Maretu

Moudred's Lullaby - Heather Dale

Smoke it off - Lumi Athenia x Jnhygs (Gore warning for video)

Come Little Children - Erutan

"The Steven Bradley" - Bear Ghost

Blue - The Birthday Massacre

Amygdala's Ragdoll - GHOST (Cover by Coru)

Imaginary - Evanescence

Cruel Mistress - Black Swan OST

Mariage D'amoure - Paul de Senneville

Zero Kiryuu Theme - Vampire Knight OST

Utsuro no Ana - Jigoku Shojou OST

Labyrinth - Miracle Musical

#Tag: Audio #Tag: Dreamweaver (Enmu Tamio)

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chuuyasboner · 1 year

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Hey lumi-

Hush hush hush, blush blush blush, YOU ARE NIW MY BIG FAT CRUSH

Lumine:*blush* I-uhhh, I’m flattered, uhhh… *blushing intensely *

#ask aether and lumine #lumine

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lagotu · 5 months

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Phantom and Lumi are arguing again. It smells like a dream coming from their nostrils.

The walls are thick, but their voices are louder. Even Lumi's faux hushed whisper was the volume of a yell.

You adjusted things in your head. Sure, maybe an elven queen or a berserker who was married to her axe could blow off some steam by chopping up some undying bodies, but you were an ordinary dragon who liked cheesecakes and whose closest living relative was most valuable as leather.

So, you let your mind wander a bit outside your body.

A gray haired magician... or was it... magic shard- magic in the shape of a human- smelling always like lightning and cloves. Lumi. Luminous.

Opposite of him, a most assuredly dressed up thief. Hat laced with giant plumes of feathers. Mihile... Mihilian? Smelled like Mihile's, whose sword tastes like steel cleaner and blood of birds.

"At any rate, if it's yours, it's probably stolen," says Lumi, voicing your thoughts.

Mm.

Some times, like these, you would drift a little deeper into when you could hear.

The words were right but placed... disconcertingly.

Side effect of using magic sense instead of eyes or nose. A too abrupt statement would disturb previous spells. A name too similar, an idea too close, and the harmony would put sense back into objects and weight and space and it would realize not have been tricked in the first place. Spells would unravel. Magic would decompose into air and lightning. Luminous finishes with: "Something you, criminal thief, would never understand."

Wait, you were a magical beast. Did that mean you could decompose into air and lightning?

This actually sounded kind of important to listen to.

Phantom: "Get it together, bookworm. All your fancy arcane words didn't save you from making the biggest fucking mistake in your life, now did it?"

A twitch. Red versus blue. Blue versus red. Two, fighting-

"Haah. I felt that. I felt you, boundless prick. It's still in there, isn't it?"

All emotion has drained from Lumi's face. All energies have been repurposed towards concern, no, self-concern- Phantom's enamata has been shrouded under the choking pressure in the room. The arrows of magical field point to Lumi. A blue eye glows with concern, fierce and warm, a red eye pulses with pain, brilliant as rubies.

Nnn. It's a stark image that lights the room in harsh, bright colors. The power to do such a thing is overwhelming, the kind that kills the owner. The energy seeps out beyond oneself.

"You could barely pass a child's magical exam. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Magical exam, for children! This is the kind of garbage that comes out of your mouth. No surprise Luminous Scion Sparkletest became an insane murderous freak."

Energy flares.

An eye glows not red but red-hot. Phantom usually gets under skin, but-

-this time-

-This time is no different. Lumi glows, a sharp white foxhead with the gray hair concentrated into black points. Shining black and shimmering white, radiating magic it's a wonder it didn't wake Evan.

Mm...

Not a big change though. Evan wouldn't wake up because you were asleep and dreaming together. Get back to it.

Luminous is shining like namesakes, and even Phantom is noticing something wrong. Insults are left by the door, deep fear and frustration turning into the worry of one half of a bickering, loving couple.

A step forward. A frown, a small gesture illuminated by half daydream-half nightmare light. The words seem to curl in the air. They don't want to leave their mouths.

"You've crossed a line," stated flatly. A gaze like cold precious gems. A desire for fear. Nothing Phantom could do would soothe Luminous's contempt and disdain (a thief was a criminal and one that came after Luminous), but watching a hated human writhe and cower was far more satisfying than watching a human flout its station.

Phantom had dug a hole, and better lie in it.

At this point in time any sense of... *pricks ears*... what was the word Lumi used... tranquility? Peacefulness? The magic-destroying peaceful feelings. The dragon-eating feelings were gone. You were quite aware of yourself again. You were quite aware of yourself because you were quite aware that Phantom was probably not going to survive another meeting with Luminous, if Lumi's way was had.

So at this point you could think of two ways of doing things. The magic was too separate to be dangerous to dragons, but too separate to be touched. Lumi would wake up mad, mad, mad. Elements of dream in an overly lit body would make a heart red all over.

But Lumi is already making the choice. Turning over, and over, and over, the illusion of Phantom standing in place with the clouds outside the room moving so slowly as if time itself is slowing down is broken. Lumi moves first even when Lumi's eyes and head see are reined and blinded by black smooth dream.

The staff is pronged and multipointed. The magic, pure destructive energy. No peaceful sun, no glorious wish. A power that supersedes time itself in its spite and hate, one that could shatter the soft logic and walls of a half seen dream.

Phantom is traced by lines. Dividing a face into quadrants, a hat into triangles, gloves into strips, shirt into lines. Evening eyes become pinpoints. Orchids glow with sickening light. An inner glow, like a heart emanating light.

... and then a bloody, retching sound with muscles too burnt to make noise. The heart is expanded. The heart is exploding. Globbets of burning flesh spray like confetti. You add a few special effects, have the Phantom cry out in pain through cracking arms and legs instead of letting it be wreathed by the magic's preference of silence. A significant event, both emotionally and physically. Phantom's desired, painful, gory death. You have to say, you've outdone yourself.

The magic wavers, the last slip of connection between you and Lumi fading as your emotions grow apart.

You wonder what Lumi will wake up thinking.

#gore #phantom #luminous

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cryptidofthekeys · 1 year

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Announcer whose name I forgot- just- hush- don’t worry: *talking bout Lumis* “The guy’s creepy, he’s downright terrifying”

And then you have me dreamily sighing ...he suurreeee issss... isn’t he?

#Chase liveblogs some wrasslin #wwe raw lb

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writertitan · 3 years

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Unrequited

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 2671

themes: unrequited love, lots of pining, canonverse plot

requested by anon

Hushed whispers sound throughout the crowd as the Scouting Regiment treks towards the wall. You ignore everything that’s said, even if it’s praise, even if it’s libel. As you elbow your way towards the front, all you care about is getting a good view of the Scouts.

Ever since you were a child, you’d made it your mission to see the Scouts off and then welcome them back, no matter what. Even if it means you have to drop everything you’re doing, like now.

Today, you know it’s just a general scouting mission to map out some new terrain. In theory, there shouldn’t be too many casualties. So today, you have high hopes that you’ll see most of the stoic faces passing you by again.

You’ve tried your best to learn names, but so far you can only memorize faces. It soothes you, to know that there are enough Scouts that you can’t name them all.

You ignore the whispers as your eyes scan over every face, silently wishing them a safe journey outside the walls. People always have something to say. It’s long since stopped bothering you to the point of vocalizing your own opinions, but it’s still annoying to hear the mix of disdain and pure awe threading along the throngs of civilians. Why can’t they just have some respect?

There’s a small commotion in the Scouts’ formation that grabs your attention. Immediately, you notice Commander Erwin, one of the names you know well, obviously. But today, there are new faces riding alongside Erwin. A blond man, a red-haired girl, and a raven-haired man. None of these are Scouts you’ve seen before, but they appear close with each other.

New recruits, you conclude.

The way your gaze falls back to the raven-haired man time and time again has you confused. There’s a small part of you that just feels pulled to him, as if by gravity, but you don’t know why. You end up keeping your eyes on him as he passes you by, with him never once glancing at you, and you don’t look away even when you’re just watching the back of his head.

With a start, you realize you didn’t wish the rest of the Scouts a safe journey. You’d been so busy staring at the strange, new man that you had forgotten your little ritual. It makes you panic a little, which is silly. It’s just a ritual that you’ve imposed on yourself. Everyone will be fine, whether you wish them luck and safety or not.

But you forget about how silly you felt earlier when you’re gathered outside to welcome the Scouts back later on, with a huge chunk of them gone, or carried in wagons.

The relief you feel when you see a head of black hair is short-lived for a multitude of reasons. He looks haunted upon closer inspection. The blond man and red-haired girl are nowhere to be found. And you feel sick at the thought you would even feel relief that he’s okay, when so many of his comrades are not okay at all.

When he’s passing you by, so close and yet so far, you hear Commander Erwin address him as “Levi,” and your brain sears the name into your memory.

“Levi,” you whisper to yourself, tasting the name on your tongue. You want to tell him you’re glad he’s safe, that you’re sorry about his comrades, but you don’t. Instead, as he disappears from your sight, you walk back to your little shop and get back to work.

The next send-off feels different than all the rest. This time around, you feel almost fluttery, and there’s a ball of anticipation weighing in your stomach as you push your way to the front of the crowd for a good view. You tell yourself that you don’t know why you’ve been looking forward to seeing the Scouts. A fleeting memory of black hair is one you push to the back of your mind.

When the first of them come into view, you crane your neck for a good view, eyes making sure to land on every face and wish them a safe journey.

The whispers start up instantly and you grit your teeth. You could have sworn you were used to it by now. So, you tune it out, and you wait. You wait until Commander Erwin comes into view. And then, when you realize you’ve correctly guessed there would be a dark-haired man by his side, that fluttery feeling you’ve had inside of you all day erupts and you actually feel physically shaky now as they come closer and closer.

“Have you heard those rumors about Levi?”

Suddenly, you’re interested in the whispers.

“Yeah, I heard he’s a hard criminal. This is how they’re making him pay for his sins. It was either join the Scouts or get the death penalty.”

There’s a snort, and then a cruel, “Kinda the same thing.”

You ball your hands into fists and stuff them into your apron so you don’t get carried away.

As Erwin and Levi pass by on their horses, you gaze up at them in awe, but again your eyes go to Levi.

And then you feel it again. The gravity. The sight of Levi pulls you in and your gaze feels anchored to him only.

But you’ve learned your lesson and this time, you tear your gaze away to look at every other face that passes you by, so you can wish them luck and safety outside the walls.

When you go back to work, you let yourself reminisce on Levi’s profile, the straightness of his nose, the jut of his chin, the delicate curve of his cheek. He somehow looks more stoic than Commander Erwin, which you didn’t think was possible.

Your eyes flutter to the window of your shop and you sigh dreamily, whispering out what you can’t say to Levi directly.

“Be safe, please.”

It goes from just Levi to Captain Levi very quickly and you feel a surge of pride course through you when those whispers make their way into your ears. From what you’ve heard, Levi - Captain Levi - is supremely gifted at being a fighter, a soldier, and has steadily been racking up his number of titan kills. He’s impressive and people are recognizing that he’s impressive. It makes you grin from ear to ear until the recognition reaches Anya and Lumie, the two girls who work in the tavern just around the corner. It’s their whispering that you listen to as you wait for the Scouts to return from their latest expedition. It’s not really whispering, since they’re a few people down and you can still hear everything.

“He’s strong and he’s a captain now, and very handsome,” you hear Lumie say.

“And the best part? He’s a bachelor!” Anya responds excitedly. “Who cares if he’s short?”

You bristle at the backhanded compliment.

Anya and Lumie are at the front of the crowd as well, but just a few people away from you, and they use it to their advantage as Captain Levi comes into view.

He’s as neutral-faced as ever, but he seems to snap out of it as Anya and Lumie call out to him.

“Hi, Captain Levi!”

“Welcome back, Captain Levi!”

They both giggle and wave and you can’t help but notice how supremely beautiful they look today under the late afternoon sun, with their shiny hair and rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.

When Captain Levi catches sight of them and nods to them in acknowledgment, your heart thrums in some panicked way.

You so badly want to speak to him. You want to suddenly have the courage to raise up your hand and wave to him and call out his name and say hello, and say thank you.

You don’t do any of that. You’re very aware that, under this late afternoon sun, you’re sweaty and frazzled.

Captain Levi turns his gaze straight ahead as he passes you by. He doesn’t see you at all, you don’t catch his eye, but the gravity is full force for you and you gaze longingly at his retreating form even as people start dispersing.

You’re late to get back to work.

When the day comes that you don’t see Captain Levi riding back inside the walls on his horse, bile starts to rise in your throat at what that could mean. Humanity’s Strongest couldn’t have been hurt...or worse...right?

You see Commander Erwin, his face blank, and your bottom lip trembles when your eyes don’t catch sight of the familiar head of black hair.

“Where are you?” you whisper to yourself, willing the wind to carry your words to the Scouts, as if someone could hear and answer your question somehow.

The civilians are whispering again (what else is new?), but the whispers are as panicked and curious as you feel inside.

You grow more and more frantic when Levi doesn’t turn up, and you really do contemplate it. You contemplate stepping forward and grabbing a scout by the shoulders and shaking them and demanding to know where Captain Levi is.

The scenario plays in your head clearly and is enough to make you take a step forward, a hand outstretched to grab the attention of a scout. But then the whispers melt into disbelief, and then back into that disdain you’ve grown familiar with.

“...so-called Humanity’s Strongest,” you hear the end of a whisper.

“He’s in that wagon there. Apparently got hurt,” another voice says.

Your eyes lock on the wagon that’s pointed out by a stranger, and your breath catches in your throat when you see the black hair you’ve been seeking out.

Levi is draped in his green cloak and it’s smattered with blood. He’s bandaged up. His head is held high, but his eyes are as haunted as they were when he had come back that fateful day without the blond and redhead.

As the wagon nears you, you’re about to send that silent relief that you’re glad he’s okay, but an unexpected thing happens.

The man next to you decides to act on a moment of boldness. He cups his hands around his mouth and says something that makes you snap.

“Not so strong now, are ya, Captain Levi?”

And just like that, Levi’s eyes snap towards your general direction and you freeze for a split second. The moment you’ve only dreamt of up until now is about to happen, and for all the wrong reasons. What if Levi looks at you and thinks you associate with this asshole who says cruel things?

You don’t know what takes over your body when you shove the man, hard, and then raise your hand to slap him across his stupid face.

“Shut up!” you seethe, hand flying down to finally land that slap to his face.

But someone from behind you snatches your wrist before your palm can make excruciating contact with the man’s cheek.

You don’t fight it. Instead, your gaze goes back to where it always goes. Your heart stops.

Levi is looking at you, at you, and his expression is unreadable. Any thought in your mind whooshes right out and you feel as if you’re floating, but it’s sort of an uncomfortable feeling, like you won’t be able to come down to earth.

Your mouth gapes for a moment as you try to say something, anything, while Levi’s attention is on you, but all you can register in your mind is that this is the first time you’ve noticed the color of Levi’s eyes. They’re a dazzling and unusual grey. You wouldn’t have ever known that if he had never looked at you.

“Thank you,” you call out to him without thinking. You must look like quite the sight, with frenzied eyes and being held back from smacking the lights out of a stranger. You try not to think about how you look, and think about what you’ve just said.

You know how he’ll take it. He’ll think you’re thanking him for his service, for his bravery, for his efforts to save humanity.

You are the only one who knows that you’re thanking him for finally noticing you, and for allowing you to find out that he has the most beautiful eyes.

Maybe you just imagine it, but you swear that there’s a small flash of gratitude in his eyes, and that alone makes the scene you’ve caused all worth it.

The next time the Scouts are due to leave for an expedition, you almost don’t go out to silently wish them all well.

You fight with yourself about it all night. You don’t want to be there, watching, for one big reason.

You are hopelessly in love with Captain Levi of the Scouting Regiment.

You had just come to the realization recently, right after that altercation that made him finally look at you. It feels ridiculous to call it love. How can you love someone who doesn’t know you? Someone who has only looked at you once? Someone who has never spoken to you, and has only heard you speak two words to them?

And yet it is love. Undeniably, it is love.

How else can you describe the gravity?

You’ve been pulled to him since the first time you saw him.

You love Captain Levi and he will never love you, and you don’t know if you can keep going out and looking at him and pining for him and wishing for his safety and dreading that your wish doesn’t come true.

“I won’t go today,” you say to yourself, in your empty little shop, your tone not nearly as determined as you want it to be. “It won’t matter if I stay in here. Nothing will happen.”

The prickle of superstition prods at your spine, memories flooding your head of that fateful day of first seeing Levi with his friends, and then without his friends, and how you had failed to properly give all of the scouts your attention.

“Just a silly superstition,” you try to convince yourself, rubbing a rag into an empty mug. You try to concentrate on your work tasks, willing yourself to just stay put, but the itch to go out overwhelms you and you end up groaning loudly in defeat as you sulk towards the door of your shop.

You stop there, hand on the doorknob, and you try to get yourself to stay. One final attempt.

“If you go out there,” you whisper to yourself, “you’ll be going out there knowing that you will only ever know unrequited love. Can you handle that?”

Your head screams that you can’t handle that. There’s no way. You should just go back to work.

But your heart.

Your goddamn heart.

It tells you to go out there and make sure that you make the wish you always make. Because if you really love him, and you know you do, you’re going to be brave about it and make sure he’s safe.

You make a compromise with your head and your heart. As you step outside and into the crowd, you don’t make it to the very front with the good view. You settle for a spot in the middle, where you can still see the Scouts and be able to do what you always do.

That head of dark hair comes into view next to Erwin and you smile sadly to yourself. He’s not staring straight ahead for once. He’s actually conversing with Erwin about something and Erwin is listening intently. You stare at them both with determination, the determination you’d wished you’d had in your shop earlier, and wish for them to return back to you safely.

As your eyes move on dutifully to the next group of scouts, you don’t catch Levi moving his gaze from Erwin to sweep across the crowd, and you don’t feel his eyes land on you.

He looks away just as quickly, and gazes straight ahead as Erwin speaks to him.

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malleux · 3 years

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☆ Day 2 - Prince Childe ☆

-> childe x fem!reader | royalty!au

-> fluff

-> mild cursing, alcohol

-> “pick a prince” masterlist

a/n: i chose quite literally the worst weeks to do this event i didn’t expect to be so busy irl oml, it’s fine it’s all good enjoy childe! this is one of my worst works fr i’m so sorry

“Hush! Somebody’s going to hear you. Step lightly. Where are you taking me anyways?”

“Will you loosen up? Nobody’s gonna catch us, chillax.”

You shivered from the chilly night air. The only source of warmth near was the hand that gripped tightly into your wrist as its owner pulled you through the dark corridor. He led you out of the door that lead to the gardens, making his way through the twists and turns of the hedge maze.

Finally, he came to a stop in front of a large fountain. Lanterns lit up the area, illuminating the picnic he had set up along with your captor’s face in a warm light that contrasted against the moon’s white rays.

“Childe...”

“Cool, right? While Zhongli was flaunting his empty wallet around the market with you today, I spent my time in the kitchen with your cooks. They helped me prepare a big basket of all the things you like!”

You smiled at the redhead. “That’s... really sweet of you. Pretty original, too.”

“Heh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, “I got the idea when you didn’t come down for breakfast. Your dad was pretty angry, y’know. Made for a real awkward meal.”

Scoffing and rolling your eyes, you made your way to the picnic blanket in front of you. Childe followed. “Don’t even get me started on him.”

Childe began unpacking the large picnic basket. With every food item he pulled out, the further down your jaw dropped. Your chefs really had told him everything you enjoyed. Your mouth watered at the sight. Then, he pulled a bottle out of a tin bucket of ice, pouring it into his glass and motioning an offer to you. You raised your hand slightly.

“No thank you. Father says it’s ‘unbecoming’ of a princess to drink alcohol.”

Childe rolled his eyes and poured your drink anyways. “Tonight you’re not a princess. You’re just Y/N, and I’m just Childe. And we’re just having a nice little picnic”

“Well, if you put it that way...” You giggled and picked up the glass, taking a small sip of the chilled champagne. It wasn’t the best flavor ever, but it certainly added to the romantic aspect of the picnic.

You spent the night simply laughing and joking with Childe and for the first time, you were able to forget the looming responsibilities of being the heir to an entire kingdom. He distracted you so much that you didn’t even hear the large clock tower chime, signaling 10pm, 11, 12, 1...

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“By the way you talk about Zhongli, it seems as though you know him pretty well. Are you friends?”

You were bubblier than the champagne at half-past 1am, listening to Childe tell story after story and chiming in with your own little adventures. Childe was similar, but definitely a little less hyper.

“I do know him, yes.” The prince fiddled with the gloves on his hands, “I wouldn’t say we’re friends though. Barely even acquaintances.”

“Really now?” You cocked your head to the side, “And why is that?”

“Uh- we just, we’ve just got different things going on. Different ideals and morals and whatnot. He’s a cool man, but definitely not in my life for the long run I suppose.”

“Morals as in...?”

“...You were rather snappy when I mentioned your dad earlier in the night. Why’s that?”

He was avoiding the question. Not a good thing to do when you’re talking to the princess you’re trying to marry. But, maybe he’s just a more closed off person. You had only known him for a day, after all.

“He’s just demanding and strict. I never got the childhood all the other kids in the kingdom got. I spent every day studying and learning what to do as a princess, and now it feels like he’s just selling me off to some random guy who doesn’t even care about me. But at this point, I’d be fine with it. Anything to get me out of this castle and living a more interesting life.”

You didn’t necessarily want to badmouth your father, but Childe was the first person to ever ask about it. You’d spent so long keeping it all bottled up that it finally spilled over.

The prince nodded. “I understand that. Once you become queen, it’s gonna get harder. Even if you don’t necessarily want a husband, I think it would be good to have someone to just be there to support and help you. Ruling a kingdom isn’t easy.”

“Yeah,” You laid down on your bacm looked up at the stars. Childe laid next to you. “I’d like to be fall for the person I’m going to marry naturally. This arranged thing isn’t really my style. I want to be friends with them, and then court, and then marry.”

Childe stayed quiet for a moment. You were still looking up at the stars, not noticing when he turned his head to gaze at you.

He thought about himself. His future, his past. Would you accept him if you knew the truth? That his kingdom was a bit more... vicious than what you were used to? He would push for the joining of your two kingdoms, would you be supportive of that?

His hand reached out, gently resting his pinky finger on top of yours. You glanced at him, but didn’t move.

“I don’t know what the future holds. My life is a lot different from yours. But I do know that if you were to marry me, I’d vow to always support you. To be your friend. Not even lovers if you weren’t okay with it. We’d work through it all.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you, Childe.”

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ethmaron · 6 days

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if i had a nickel for every time ive been told i give short person vibes id have enough to get the heightening surgery i apparently need

#IM NOT SHORT #hush lumi

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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“the president and the troublemaker” (part 9) (chilumi fic)

“Lumine is the student council president and Childe is the school’s number one troublemaker. They cross paths more than they’d like. Especially when Childe finds out Lumine’s big secret. Highschool AU à la Kaichou wa Maid-sama.”

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

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the president and the troublemaker (part 9)

Was this a hallucination?

Had Lumine been out in the sun for too long?

Surely, there was no way she was about to fight Childe of all people.

And yet, there he stood, with that stupid grin of his, stretching his arms across the ring from her.

“What are you doing here?” Lumine said through gritted teeth.

“And let you have all the fun, all alone? No way,” he teased. He stretched his arms upwards, his gray tank top riding up as well, exposing well-sculpted abs (which of course made a gaggle of girls screech nearby). He caught sight of Lumine’s gaze, and laughed. “Aren’t you a little hot in that t-shirt, Lumi?”

Bastard.

Lumine would’ve obliterated the ground underneath that smirking ginger if she could.

“Hey, ref,” she said to the man sitting on the lifeguard chair behind her. “Any illegal moves we can’t do?”

The man pondered for a second. “Not really—we’re pretty casual here.” He laughed. “Just make sure you guys don’t hurt each other too much.”

“No promises,” Lumine muttered, marching to the center of the ring.

Childe copied her movements, and eventually stood before her. “Looks like we’re the last two left,” he said. “I wonder who will become champion of this little competition?”

Lumine didn’t respond, instead choosing to glare up at him.

He tilted his head curiously. “Lumine…,” he asked lowly. “Did I really hurt you earlier?”

No, you didn’t hurt me. She didn’t know what he was doing to her.

Her life was going perfectly fine, the exact way she had planned, until Childe found out her secret. Not only did he find out her secret, he had inserted himself into her life, and left her a swirling mess of confusing feelings—feelings she had never experienced before nor any idea of how to deal with them. He said he loved her.

“Ready!” the referee shouted.

Lumine raised her fists up.

Childe mimicked her with raised brows. “That doesn’t really look like a wrestling stance to me.”

The referee blew the whistle—the match had begun.

Lumine immediately swung forward with a punch, to which Childe blocked easily with his forearm.

His eye twitched. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Lumine swung again, with her other arm, and Childe quickly moved back, out of the way. The crowd around them broke into hushed murmurs as the realization set in that this was not a normal match.

Childe shook out his hands, then raised them back up, cocking his head from side to side. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With a grin, he lunged towards her with a fast and powerful swing.

Lumine felt the air blow past her face as she jumped back, her palm catching his other fist as it came in quick succession milliseconds after. She shoved his hand away, with her leg darting out in an attempt to sweep him off his feet.

He jumped, and using the brief window of distraction, she swung at his face again. At the last second, his hands caught her forearm, and she was now stuck in his vice grip.

“Come on, Lumine,” he breathed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

She tried pulling her arm away, to no avail. “You,” she hissed.

His grip loosened, just a bit, and Lumine yanked her arm out.

“Me?” he asked. “What about me exactly?”

“Everything.” She threw a jab at his face. “Everything you do.” Another jab. “You tease me. You confuse me.” A sweep with her foot. “I don’t know what’s happening to me—because of you.”

Childe dodged every single one of her moves, though his brows were now furrowed in concentration, and a slick sheen of sweat glistened on his face; they were tiring each other out. At this rate, neither one of them would win. Lumine’s frustration grew, bubbling and festering deep in her gut.

“If you want me to stop,” Childe said, “I will.” He threw a punch at her. “Say the word, and I’ll go away.” Each word he said was punctuated with a swing at her, backing her up further and further.

Do I want him to disappear?

If he did, her life could go back to normal—she could go back to normal.

And yet, part of her knew it wouldn’t feel right.

He had really taken her out of her comfort zone, broadened her horizons. Made her a better fighter. A better person.

Childe wasn’t the problem. The problem was her: it was her frustration and her inability to figure out how she felt about him.

“Do you really hate me, Lumine?” Childe asked.

No.

I like you, you idiot.

She stepped back, ready to answer through her fists. What she didn’t realize, however, how far back she was, and she crashed directly into the referee’s chair.

There were sharp gasps from the audience as she fell onto her back, the wind knocked from her lungs, too stunned to roll out of the way as the tall metal chair came tumbling down on her. She could only shut her eyes, and brace for impact.

The unmistakable hollow sound of metal against skin resounded in her ears. But she didn’t feel anything. She opened her eyes.

Poised above her was Childe, his hands on either side of her head, while his body shielded hers; his face was twisted in pain.

“Childe?” Lumine whispered.

He opened his eyes, and upon seeing her gazing right back at him, he forced a meek smile.

“Hey, girlie,” he said, strained. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” She put a hand on his chest, gentle, trying to help stabilize his shaking arms. “What about you?”

A heavy huff of a breath. “I’m fine.”

The chair was lifted off of him as spectators gathered around the two, a swirl of questions and calls for medical attention.

As he sat up, Lumine sat up as well, her hand subconsciously clutching the front of his shirt, holding him close as her concern grew.

Childe kept persisting he was fine to everyone around, but when someone behind noted a large bruise was blossoming across his back—so large it was visible through his top—Lumine turned him around and examined it herself.

Her fingers traced the injury, and when Childe winced, she told him they were going to the nearest clinic—no arguments. After a hasty call to Kaeya and Aether explaining the situation, the two were sitting in one of the clinic’s rooms, waiting for the doctor.

“I told you, I’m fine,” Childe repeated from his seat on the exam table. “It’s just a bruise. It’ll go away.”

“You really don’t like getting your injuries treated,” Lumine huffed from her chair nearby. “You didn’t even want to go to a hospital after diving off a building.”

He shrugged with a smile. “What can I say? I like to test the limits of my strength.”

Lumine rolled her eyes. “You’re not invincible, you know.”

“I’d like to think so.”

“Jesus, who let your ego grow this much?”

“I haven’t died yet, so there’s nothing to prove I’m not invincible.”

Lumine stood, and poked at his back. She saw his muscles jolt and scoffed. “You sure about that?”

Childe leaned back on his hands. “Injuries and scars mean nothing if I’m still breathing.”

Lumine looked at him curiously. “What kind of mentality is that?”

He looked back at her, his blue eyes dark in thought. Then, he grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled it over his head.

Immediately, Lumine slammed her eyes shut, even throwing her arms over her face to block out her vision completely. “What are you doing?!” she managed to squeak out.

There was a soft chuckle from Childe, and before she knew it, he had gently grabbed her hand, guiding it towards it, until she felt her fingers flat against his chest. She let out another squeak as her hand felt his bare skin.

Though it definitely didn’t feel normal. It felt smooth, unnatural. Lumine opened one eye to peek.

There was a large pinkish-white scar etched on his sternum. A knife wound of sorts. Right by the heart. Life threatening.

“Some no good scumbags did this to me when I was young,” Childe explained. “Insignificant now, but maybe the reason I push myself so much. Nothing will ever come close to this life-or-death moment.”

Lumine’s entire system felt dry as she imagined a little boy with a smattering of orange hair and bright blue eyes with this wound, gaping of blood. What kind of monsters…? “Do...Do you know who did this to you?” Lumine didn’t realize how hoarse her voice sounded until she heard her nearly trembling voice spill out.

Another chuckle, a little darker this time. “What? Are you going to get revenge for me?”

Lumine’s eyes stung. “You’re not angry? Upset that some monsters out there nearly killed you? When you were only a kid?”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Childe let out a sheepish laugh. “Didn’t mean to make you upset, Lumine.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, straining to keep the tears at bay. “I just...I’m always so dependent on you. Whenever I need help, you’re just magically there to save the day.” Her head hung down, eyes fixed on the floor. “I can’t even repay you for all the times you’ve come to my rescue. And you’re always the one to get hurt. Even when I’m horrible, when I’m stubborn and angry and—”

Childe wrapped his arms around Lumine, pulling her in for a tight embrace. “I’m plenty dependent on you too, Lumi.” His words buzzed against her ear as his chin rested on her shoulder.

She hesitated a moment. But her arms eventually found their way around him as well. “Just...let me help you. Like how you help me.”

He pulled back, just a bit, his lips ghosting over her forehead as he murmured, “You already are.”

Lumine looked up at him, how impossibly close he was. Her eyes trickled down to his lips.

His eyes followed hers, and she felt his muscles tense against her skin.

As the heat crept from the pit of her stomach to the apples of her cheeks, Lumine’s eyelids fluttered closed, and she leaned in—

CLICK.

“Alrighty, how are we doing today—?”

Lumine and Childe froze and turned to the open door. The doctor looked back at them with raised brows.

“Sorry, should I come back…?” the doctor asked, his voice lined with amusement.

Lumine’s arms snapped back to her own body as she frantically waved in front of her. “N-no, no, no; ah, uhm, sorry, doctor!” She quickly deflated back into the chair, facing the wall away from Childe as the doctor began his examination.

Her heart was constantly hammering away at her chest the entire time, barely noticing the exam was over until Childe tapped her arm, jolting her back to reality.

“Ready to go, Lumi?” he asked, a wide grin splitting his face.

“Already? What did the doctor say?”

“Oh? Were you a little...distracted?” If possible, his grin stretched wider.

Lumine stood, leaving the room abruptly. “You can die for all I care,” she muttered sarcastically.

He jogged to keep up with her. “He said I was okay: just a bad bruise that will go away after a while.”

The two exited the building, walking into the colorful sorbet glow of sunset.

“Back to the beach house?” Lumine asked.

Childe hummed in agreement. There was a brief pause before he leaned down, right into her shoulder, and said, “Unless you want to finish where we left off.”

Lumine put her palm on his forehead, shoving him away, his laugh breezing her arm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she answered, walking away. I am going to die from embarrassment.

God, she had never been so...so vulnerable in front of someone. To think, she was about to kiss—

“You never did answer me, by the way,” Childe said, walking by her side.

“What?”

“When we were fighting.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Whether you hate me or not.”

Lumine bit the side of her cheek. “What about you?” she blurted. “Do you really love me, or is it just another one of your stupid jokes?”

“Does it bother you?”

Childe had stopped walking, his expression all tight lines.

“Does it bother you?” Childe repeated. “If I’m in love with you?”

Was she going to continue running from him? Denying anything and everything about him? In the end, it would just hurt them both, wouldn’t it?

“No,” Lumine answered quietly.

A soft smile tugged at Childe’s lips, and he stepped in front of her, putting his hand on top of her head. “And do you hate me, Lumi?”

“N-no.”

“Again.”

Her face scrunched. “I...I don’t hate you, Childe.”

I like you. Why couldn’t she just say it?

“Don’t look so constipated, Pres.”

Lumine’s jaw dropped as her head snapped up at Childe’s face. “I am not—!”

Childe kissed her forehead, gently, his hand delicately placed on her cheek.

“Thank you, Lumine,” he said, his breath rustling her golden locks. “For everything today.”

She clutched his shirt, legs shaking—but she didn’t back away. “I should be the one saying thank you. For saving me.”

“Always.”

“I’ll save you too,” Lumine whispered. “I swear.”

“It’s a promise, then,” Childe whispered back.

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[part 10]

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quixlebug · 2 years

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Hiya friend :D lumie/king from rph here; idk anything about myct but im happy to see you having fun <3 ranboo for the character ask meme?

heya King! it's been a while, hope you're doing well <3

First impression

funny man? funny man. love his voice.

Impression now

still love his voice, have confirmed he is funny man. I don't really know how to describe his sense of humor but I love it. Unfortunately i can't really watch him as much because I can't watch any stream that isn't MCC or Jimmy getting bullied. Please do more youtube king </3

Favorite moment

Again, can't watch him much so this is really hard, but... honestly, his lore stream where he went to the prison and yelled at Sam to put him in. I couldn't watch it live but I watched most of the VOD and god damn he really went for it.

Idea for a story

I think it would be cool to write something exploring his relationship with the End. He just happens to stumble into stronghold after stronghold. When he looks into an Eye of Ender it feels as though he's locking eyes with kin much greater than himself. The Endermen sometime go quiet when he draws near, as though they don't want him to hear what they're discussing, but every so often he catches a snippet of something about a chorus, the void, and Mother. They always speak of Mother in hushed, reverent tones. Ranboo is horribly, painfully homesick, but that doesn't make sense. The Overworld is his home... isn't it?

Unpopular opinion

stop making him use they/them just because he's the genderman. the point is that he has all the gender. he's stolen the gender!!! it belongs to him!!!! Have him use all the pronouns, you cowards!

for legal reasons this is a joke, i appreciate nb ranboo interpretations just as much as any others

Favorite relationship

Allium duo <3

Favorite headcanon

enderwalk boo is basically a lost confused monster puppy. beloved <3

#mcyt #ranboo #ask game #dream smp

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victconstsystem · 3 years

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Jay Merrick (Marble Hornets) - Playlist

These songs have been picked because of several elements; the lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pace, instruments, vibes, etc.

Some songs may have triggering content that may or may not be stated in the (YouTube) videos. I have labelled songs that may be upsetting. Even so, please proceed with caution.

I apply the songs to the character throughout various points in the series which are not labeled or in order. I am basing these songs off of how I interpret/understand the canon character.

Some artists may be harmful or considered problematic; I do not support any harmful actions and am simply including songs I think would fit the character stated.

"R U Looking 4 Me Now” - Jazmin Bean. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone, vocals.

“Those Who Carried On” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS, GUMI, Yohioloid]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme.

“HYPERDONTIA” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS, vflower]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, vibes.

“Afraid” - The Neighbourhood. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, vibes, tone, vocals.

TW: “Drown” - Get Scared. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements.

TW: “Saint Bernard” - Lincoln. Subject matter/theme, musical elements.

“Be Nice To Me” - The Front Bottoms. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments, vibes, tone, vocals.

“Ribs” - Lorde. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone.

“Devil Town” - cavetown. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing.

TW: “Pretty Bones” - yeule. Lyrical content, musical elements, tone.

“‘Cause I’m A Liar” - Vocaloid [Mcki Robyns-P, Fukase]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme.

TW: “Bandaids” - Baby Bugs. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements.

TW: “Believe” - Hollywood Undead. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vibes, tone, vocals.

“Until The End” - Breaking Benjamin. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone.

“Lost It All” - Black Veil Brides. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical pacing, tone.

TW: “Trees” - Twenty One Pilots. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, instruments, tone.

“Hold Me Now” - RED. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vocals.

“Falling Apart” - Michael Schulte. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, tone, vocals.

“Narcissistic Cannibal” - EarlyRise (cover). Lyrical content, musical elements, tone, vocals.

“Icarus” - Bastille. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone.

TW: “Save Me” - Avenged Sevenfold. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, tone.

TW: “Time Of Dying” - Three Days Grace. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme.

“I Can’t Handle Change” - ROAR (TikTok version). Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vibes, tone, vocals.

“Shattered” - Trading Yesterday. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone.

“cut the act (everything ruined in moments)” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS]. Musical elements, instruments.

“Far Too Young To Die” - [Panic! At The Disco]. Lyrical content, subject matter, musical pacing, tone.

TW: “Fall Away” - Twenty One Pilots. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, tone.

“Glued” - Melanie Martinez. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone, vocals.

“Save Me A Spark” - Sleeping With Sirens. Lyrical content, musical elements.

TW: “Phantom Pains” - Nicole Dollanganger. Lyrical content, subject matter/themes, musical pacing, tone.

“You Found Me” - The Fray. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments, tone.

“Medicine” - Daughter (sound remedy remix). Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, tone, vocals.

“Die Trying” - Michl. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, tone, vocals.

“The Killing Moon” - Echo & The Bunnymen. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements.

“Runaway” - Aurora. Subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone, vocals.

TW: “Disasterology” - Pierce The Veil. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes.

“You Don’t Care At All” - Kayden. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing.

“Illuminated” - Hurts. Lyrical content, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, tone.

TW: “Fiction” - Avenged Sevenfold. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments, vibes, tone.

“Waves” - Kaitlin Grace (cover). Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, tone, vocals.

TW: “Someone Purer” - Mystery Jets. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, instruments, tone, vocals.

TW: “Death Bed” - Powfu. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, tone.

“I Threw Glass at My Friend’s Eyes and Now I’m on Probation” - Destroy Boys. Lyrical content, musical elements, vibes.

“Unknown Mother Goose” - Vocaloid [Wowaka, Hatsune Miku]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vibes.

“You Are The Moon” - The Hush Sound. Lyrical content, musical elements, musical pacing, vibes, tone.

“Haunted” - Taylor Swift. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vibes.

“TRANSGENDER” - Crystal Castles. Lyrical content, musical elements, vibes, tone, vocals.

“In The End” - Fleurie (cover)(Tommee Profitt & Mellen Gi Remix). Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, vibes, tone, vocals.

“Bleeding Heart” - Regina Spektor. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing.

“City of The Dead” - Eurielle. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, tone, vocals.

TW: “White Happy” - Vocaloid [MARETU, Hatsune Miku]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, tone.

“-ERROR” - Vocaloid [Teto Chan!, vflower]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, musical elements, vibes, tone.

TW: “Heart Nonsense” - Vocaloid [Kairiki Bear, Hatsune Miku]. Lyrical content, subject matter/theme, vibes.

“Slow Day” - Vocaloid [ponkansoup]. Musical elements, musical pacing, vibes, tone.

“Iolite” - Vocaloid [GHOST & PALS, LUMi]. Lyrical content, musical elements, musical pacing, instruments, vibes, tone.

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