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lacefuneral · 6 months

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ok i've seen some posts about the tumblr alternative cohost but none that were actually helpful so!

(disclaimer: i am very new to this website. users who have been there longer can and should chime in with additions and/or corrections)

Cohost Introduction Post

What is cohost?

Cohost is a fledgling website that is essentially a tumblr clone, but with its own culture and site-specific features. It is also very much a work in progress. You are encouraged to talk in the cohost forum to suggest changes for devs, report bugs, and upvote other people's suggestions. This website WILL grow and change over time. And as such, I do not know if/when the information I share here will be outdated. Edit: To answer an ask I received, anyone can join cohost without an invite. It used to be invite-only. It is not this way anymore.

Is "adult content" allowed there?

Yes. Cohost is not on the app store, meaning that it is not subject to Apple's specifications. You can post illustrations, writing, and photographs (cohost does not support any video formats at this time, just gifs). Cohost has an elaborate filtering and trigger warning system (moreso than tumblr), and you can disable adult content for your entire account or for individual tags. I actually don't engage with the adult content at all on there. Visual CSEM (both real and fictional) is specifically forbidden (although frankly I think the guidelines could be stricter wrt written content. Still, does seem to handle this better than AO3 does, going as far to say that written content about real minors is forbidden.)

How are minors protected?

The minimum age to join cohost is 16, and requires proof of parental permission to join. Users who are under 18 are automatically age-gated and cannot view adult content.

If cohost isn't on the app store, how is it used?

You can, of course, use cohost on a computer, but it is designed with mobile in mind. Opening the website on any IOS browser, clicking "share", and then "add to home screen" will install an app for you to use. The same can be done on an android. There is a guide here.

How does cohost work?

First, you create an account. Then you wait for approximately two days (read: weekdays) for the account to be activated. This is done to prevent spam bots. In the meantime, edit your profile. List some interests, your pronouns, your other social media links. Give yourself an icon. Note: icon and banner file sizes are small. You may need to shrink and compress images.

After the two days are up, make your first post! Write a basic introduction (with what you feel comfortable you feel sharing) and list some interests you like, maybe some hobbies, media, etc. And then tag this post with "#welcome to cohost". This will let existing members know that someone new has joined, and they may initiate conversation and/or follow you.

Next, go to the search and type in "The Cohost Global Feed" and click on the tag. Bookmark this tag. This is essentially one giant community space where you can find random users. (There is currently some discourse on the website as to whether this tag existing is a "bad thing" or not because "cohost isn't supposed to have a global tag". Just ignore that lol). Next, go back to search and type in things you like. TV shows, maybe. Video games. Music. Anything. See if people have posted in the tags. Follow them. Comment on their stuff. Click "like" to bookmark the post if you want to.

Most crucially, make sure that you bookmark the actual tag so you can look in that tag again later without having to manually type it each and every time. Also, you get a feed called "bookmarked tags" which allows you to scroll through all of them at once, which replaces the "for you" feature other websites have.

You can "share" a post (called "rebug" in user slang) which serves the same purpose as a reblog on tumblr. In a rebug, you can add your own tags or comment in the body of the post. Cohost users do not talk in tags as much as tumblr users - they tend to prefer to speak in the body of a rebug, or in the comment section (replies). At this time, you cannot view all reblogs. But you can view all comments in the comment section. Any post that is rebugged will preserve the tags of the OP, with any additional tags added being attributed to you. Rebugs are named after the website mascot Eggbug, a purple bee-like insect.

Posts are called "chosts" - and shitposting is called "shitchosting." Two examples of global shitposting tags are "#css crimes" - which is when a person does goofy things with the HTML/CSS editor to make colorful text, fake chat windows, and such - and "#shitchosting" which is a general shitposting tag. I've also seen people use tags like "#random".

If a post makes you laugh, check out the OP's profile. See if they post frequently, and if you have any common interests. If you realize you want to block or mute someone instead, you can.

You can send asks just like on tumblr, but your inbox must be manually opened first. So remember to do that.

How do I look at my own blog?

This is one of my gripes about the UI. You would think, intuitively, you would click here (at the top of the screen). But you would be wrong!

It is ACTUALLY under the sidebar menu, called "Profile." And I'm not the only one to to complain about this. (To get back to your dashboard, by the way, you click on the cohost logo.)

Are there sideblogs?

Yes! Each sidepage (sideblog) has its OWN set of likes AND followed pages (blogs). This allows you to easily switch between multiple sets of dashboards. A lot of users use this to have a SFW dashboard and an adult content dashboard. But it works like tumblr, too. You can have a side page/dashboard for whatever you'd like. Maybe one of your pages is for programming. Maybe another is for photography. You switch between your pages by clicking the arrow next to your icon/username at the top of the screen. ("Ohhhhh.... THAT'S what that's for.")

What's the userbase on there like?

Mostly programmers. Trans people. Furry artists. Plural systems. Furry trans plural programmers. Certainly a lot of shitposters. The website is trans-run and, as such, has zero tolerance for TERFs. Everyone seems pretty friendly from what I can tell. And there's very much a culture of "follow someone randomly based on their vibes" that doesn't happen as much on tumblr. Tumblr is more like "I really like this TV show, I'm going to follow 40 blogs about just this interest." Because the cohost community is so much smaller, there is a lot less content overall, especially fandom content. You can't follow 40 fandom pages because your fandom tag has a total of 3 posts, all made by one person approximately a year ago (well. for me anyway).

Cohost, then, actually has much more in common with real-life socialization. You seek out people with interests that may be very different from your own, and to find a common interest is very exciting! Unlike tumblr, you are encouraged to tag as much as possible. This allows your posts to be seen, to find common interests. And, of course, don't forget to look in "#Welcome To Cohost" too! You may find some new friends there.

What file formats can I post in?

Currently, I am aware of basic image formats working (like jpeg, png) animated gifs, and mp3s. You currently cannot upload videos to cohost. I believe the reason is not related to server costs, but rather as a way to curb the uploading of copyrighted content.

How does cohost make money?

There are no ads, and yet, as far as I am aware, cohost is operating comfortably. There is, however, an entirely optional "cohost plus" that is $5 USD a month. Currently, there are a few perks, but not enough to convince me.

What if I think something about cohost should change?

Cohost has a forum where users can submit ideas for features and other users can discuss/upvote those ideas.

Here is a list of posts made for newcomers to read:

#long post #cohost #tumblr migration #tumblr alternative

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artful-aries · 1 year

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Genshin Impact Headcanons: Ways they show affection (Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Itto)

I was having some big brain thoughts about these boys. Feel free to request more characters for this prompt! Or any other ideas too I’m dying to write more about genshin. If formatting is weird then just kill me, I forgot mobile sucks for text posts

Diluc

You can summarize Diluc’s emotions in one word; Repressed

Diluc loves with his entire being, the overwhelming ache he gets in his chest when he looks at you burns hotter than any fire he could create

But conveying this passion…isn’t his strong suit.

If words of affirmation are your love language, you’re really going to have a hard time. If you asked him nicely for him to tell you he loves you more he will certainly make an effort, but for a while he will come across as stiff and awkward

He’s much better at showing his affection through subtle means; wrapping you in a blanket when he finds you asleep on a couch at the winery, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, walking you home at night, just general sweet things that could easily be mistaken for platonic actions of you didn’t notice the look of absolute adoration in his eyes.

He would move Dragonspine itself for you if you so much as expressed displeasure at its view, but being able to verbalize his affections isn’t his forte.

When he DOES express his affection, it’s so heart achingly tender

“The Archons themselves could not keep me from loving you with every fiber of my being, my love.”

Zhongli

He’s almost the antithesis of Diluc; this man is ALL about words of affirmation

The man practically spits poetry every time he tells you he loves you, and nearly brings you to tears every time

“For all the ages I have lived, nothing has made me more certain of the beauty of this realm than your existence. You blossom like violet grass in the crevices of my heart.”

He OCCASIONALLY gives you more basic words of affirmation, such as complementing you on your outfit, pointing out how much he enjoys your conversations, etc

He definitely goes on monologues about his love for you if you let him, and is completely unashamed of it

He’s waited millennia for you, why would he hold back his thoughts now while you’re here to listen?

Part of Zhongli is always considering your mortality, so he wants to make sure you know how much you are loved in the short fragment of time your lives collide in the loom of fate

Xiao

He’s more like Diluc in that he’s not going to give you many words of affirmation

Xiao is a mix of quality time and acts of service as a love language

His idea of quality time is…unusual. He’s not used to human customs, so his idea of quality time is literally just hovering around you

He doesn’t even strike up much conversation when he does this, he’s comfortable enough to be silent around you

If you insist on doing some kind of activity, he will go along with it, though depending on the activity you suggest me might get confused or even flustered

As far as acts of service, they aren’t anything grand like giving you massages, buying you flowers, etc

He’s straight up going to make it his job to protect you. If he finds out you’re going ANYWHERE that you might encounter hilichurls or other nefarious creatures, you’re not going without him

Xiao practically appears before you can even finish calling out his name, he’s ready to do anything to make you happy, even if he won’t admit it outright

If you do ever manage to corner him into talking about his feelings, he would answer in a vague way, “As a Yaksha, I shouldn’t interfere with the lives of mortals too much, but I…feel compelled to protect you.”

Itto

He’s loud and proud about his love for you, it’s to the point that the Arataki gang is almost sick of hearing your name come from his mouth

The downside is that he will also process his love to you to complete strangers

“You see that babe over there, that’s my numero uno right there! They’re like the most amazing person you’ll ever meet, which makes them the perfect addition to the Arataki Gang! Don’t get any ideas though since hearing about how awesome they are, they’re waaaay out of your league- hey, where are you going??”

When you try to reign him in he doesn’t get it. You’re dating THE Arataki Itto, why can’t he go around town singing your praises?

He’s very physically affectionate with you too, you won’t be able to walk three feet without him practically hanging off of you

Itto likes doing acts of service too….for better or for worse. He often ropes the boys in to help him with whatever grand plan he’s cooked up, and it always ends in disaster

If Shinobu doesn’t practically wring his neck, then he usually ends up on the run from the Tenryou Comission. He’ll say it’s a testament to how much he loves you, Shinobu says it’s a testament to how little he uses his brain to think things through. The jury (you) is still out on the verdict

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #xiao x reader #xiao #Diluc x reader #Diluc #diluc ragnvindr #zhongli #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto #genshin headcanons #reader insert

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jhuzen · 1 year

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cold touches [gn/m.reader]

i come not in peace >:( i’m here to hurt some men and make people cry,,, so i present to you a bit of role reversal. this is my way of avenging the poor readers in those angst fics lmao. i got u, u beautiful being. also excuse the sudden tiny letters, i’m still experimenting with the formatting in tumblr mobile :”))

this is just angst. hurt no comfort, but do let me know if you want that comfort or if you want to hurt more men nyehehehe. the sacrificial lambs for this fic are zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya, and ayato :D

Ayato

Were you always this cold?

Ayato wonders often if he’s trapped you in a marriage. But it didn’t seem so on the very day you promised yourself to him as he did with you. There was a deafening silence in the wake of your emptiness, and a terrifying coldness that suddenly jumped out at him with little to no warnings.

He sat on the head of the table and watched his sister and Thoma converse so happily, and he wondered when did you start missing out on meals just like that. He seems to recall a time when you too would join in on the lively chatter that reverberated through the Kamisato estate. You and Ayaka often brought him or Thoma into the spotlight of light humiliation as you teased relentlessly.

And then suddenly, you were gone.

“Thoma,” he found himself speaking, unable to hide the light tremble from the corner of his lips. There was a familiar pit of disappointment that nestled within him. “Where could [Name] be? They’re not one to miss dinners, no?”

The chatter ceased and Ayaka looked at him with a smile and Thoma with an equally carefree look — and something twisted at him. How could they look like that knowing that you were incomplete, and on the very day that he was finally free momentarily of responsibilities too.

“Ah— well, it’s hard to say. They rarely show up to dinners recently, my lord. So I have been keeping my lady company more during dinners.” Thoma laughed a little, though there was an edge to it.

Ayaka’s smile was still there, but her eyes glimmered with loneliness, something Ayato felt significantly sorry for. You were her first friend above all and Thoma, but she was understanding and probably did not question your absence either.

“[Name] told me they had business to handle. They have been quite sporadic with their presence, brother.”

His sister and his trusted keeper understood, so why couldn’t he? There was something that gnawed on his heart at the thought of you constantly out and about — and how hypocritical of him; as if he wasn’t doing the same.

“Ah.”

The chatter resumed with little regard for your absence.

The late night fell and Ayato was deeply unsettled. Your spot in bed was so, so cold. He tossed and turned and imminently ended up facing your side, where he always assumed you would be. At least up until recently. He wasn’t aware of this development in your schedule at all, why wasn’t he made aware of it in the first place anyway?

His stomach sank at the thought of you disregarding his opinion. He never did that to you, did he? Ayato always sought you out when he dealt with important matters. Was he not as important as he thought to you? For you to just… disappear apparently — was he at fault?

And his worries quelled when the door slid open. He quickly sat up, eyes dilating at the sight of you arriving quietly. Only that when you looked up, you met his gaze and his heart dropped when you flinched. What was that? You never do that around him.

He stilled his thoughts with an iron grip as he flashed you a loving smile, undeterred by your odd behavior, “Hey there, my moon… you’ve been quite busy, I heard.”

“Ah. Yeah,” you shifted your footing, something you did when you were inherently uncomfortable in a situation. “Sorry. I thought you’re asleep already.”

“No… I was waiting for you,” he braved through the tiny cracks that he could feel his guarded heart make and coaxed you still, shoving away the million questions of why on earth could you be so… uneasy in his presence, your spouse. “All day, actually.” He clarified with a small smile.

You nodded in acknowledgment before disappearing into the closet attached to your bedroom.

Ayato could only wait in silence. A silence so piercing. What happened? Did you have a bad day? Were you in a difficult position? Surely he of all people can help. He would do anything to keep your wits intact and to keep you safe, anything to keep your happiness in this marriage.

And his heart melted at the sight of you when you emerged from your closet in your patterned yukata.

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked as you sat on your side of the bed. “You seem under the weather.” Ayato had to choose his words carefully, the least he wanted to do is tick you off even more than you probably are right now.

“Mhm,” you hum out your response absentmindedly. “I’m fine. Good night.”

Ayato could no longer hold back the heartbroken frown that tugged on his lips as you slid into the covers. And he was hit by yet another wave of silence, yet this time, he could hear his heart shattering through the dim room. He watched over your figure that slept facing away from him.

“Good night, I love you.” He tried again.

Whether or not you were awake or asleep, he never knew from your lack of response.

And Ayato didn’t know what could be more heartbreaking — was that whether you went to sleep without your endearing proclamations of love to him or that he woke up with another cold empty spot beside him.

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Diluc

Were your eyes always this hollow?

Amidst all the work that Diluc has done for Mondstadt, even he couldn’t deny the following neglect you have probably succumbed to. And that, he truly felt sorry for. And he did all that he could to catch everything within his hands, juggling Mondstadt’s wine industry with his business and acting as the great vigilante of his city.

He has fought countless monsters and has been wounded from his countless exploits — something he couldn’t exactly avoid. And back then, you would welcome him with worry and fear in your eyes that you patched him up, through your blurry eyes from all the tears threatening to escape.

Since then, Diluc has learned to lessen his casualties in fear of pushing you over to the brink of insanity from all the times he has to come home late at night, possibly injured. He cared so much for you that he started to care for himself even more. It’s the least he could do for his fiancé after all.

And finally the day Diluc craved arrived, a good few days that he will spend in your arms and nothing more. Sure, he couldn’t retire his duties as Mondstadt’s night hero, but according to the outrider that he so often saw within the streets, there was less hilichurl activity and that knights can actually afford to rest quite a bit.

That was enough for him.

And when he crawled into the bed with you that night, he thought about finally tying the knot with you. You were engaged for far too long, Diluc figured you and him have waited quite enough until finally exchanging your vows and spend your eternities together recognized as each other’s spouses.

Diluc hoped to face the next morning lazing around in bed with you that time, only hoping then that Adelinde would have enough sense to just leave you two be than to insist on getting the day started regardless of the little vacation.

But he woke up without you.

The sun was already high up, judging from the view outside the window of your shared room. Diluc thought it adorable — that you were thoughtful enough not to wake him up. You were always so understanding and he couldn’t be happier to be with you, and now that he has time, he intended to show it to you with all his might.

By planning that wedding you and him have been waiting for.

He was in a particularly good mood as he got ready for the day, opting to head down and hopefully catch you doing something. Diluc couldn’t wait to see the look on your face once he breaks the news to you, and sure couldn’t wait to be with you, attached to your hip for the remainder of what he calls his self-appointed holidays.

As he descended the stairs, he visibly brightened at the sight of you already eating beside the head of the table, with Adelinde serving you more of that sunsettia juice that you so loved.

He was courteously greeted by the staff present and he did so too, opting to ignore that you weren’t one of the ones that greeted him and initiated instead.

“Good morning, dear,” he greets with a smile as he pulled back his chair to take a seat.

“Morning,” ah, your greeting was strangely bland, but nothing Diluc should worry about. There were days you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and he could just as easily soothe it with his own presence. And with the news he’s about to break, surely nothing could make you happier.

“I’m surprised to wake up in my own company earlier. Did I keep you waiting?”

You shrugged a shoulder, completely attuned to the paper you were reading.

Diluc prodded one more time, “Something wrong, dear? You seem off today.”

“Am I?” You absentmindedly responded and yet he couldn’t hold back the wince from your cold tone. “I’m feeling perfectly fine.” You muttered, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

In his time spent knowing you, he already knew the tells of when you were untruthful or when you were serious. This was the former, as it seems. And he opted to dispel your troubles away with his own news. Yes, that’s right. Maybe you were only hinting that you’ve been waiting for far too long. And Diluc has heard the anxiety from men and women who were betrothed, afraid that their loved ones would suddenly disappear in the middle of their betrothal.

But to you, he could never do that.

“I have quite a lot of free time today and for the following days,” Diluc smiled, and though you couldn’t see him behind the papers you were reading, he was basically radiating off the warmth of joy. “And I thought… it’s a good time for us to plan our wedding, yes?”

“Huh?”

His heart skipped a couple of beats at your lackluster response. And while he welcomed the sensation usually, this was a heartbeat that did not lean into happiness.

And finally was he met with your gaze that were often so soft—

Why… are you looking at him like that? With those eyes that stared so hollowly, void of any happiness or excitement, it contained nothing but pure and utter confusion.

Diluc felt the dread crawl into his system but stomached it, “Did I say something wrong?”

The unnerving stare you held was something he could never forget as you turned back to your paper.

“No. You’re fine,” you waved him off. “Sure, we can do that.” You agreed.

You agreed like it was not a big deal, like he only asked you do something remotely casual with him. Like he didn’t ask you to plan the most important part of your lives with him.

Diluc felt like he swallowed needles when his gaze fell into your hand.

Clean and ringless.

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Kaeya

Is it just him, or is the distance growing bigger?

You were always an exuberant fellow and perhaps that was why Kaeya felt compelled to sweep you off your feet, not knowing that it was you who would do such a thing in the end.

Since the day he promised his forever with you and you with him, Kaeya has never felt more complete. In his cold, cold world filled with betrayal and pain, you were the fiery oasis that melted what gnawed within him like persistent termite. Your compassionate touches were always something he looked forward to, leaving him gasping for air and writhing underneath the skin of your touch.

He took care of the flame that you handed to him so generously, and he didn’t care whether or not it was slowly melting the icy guard he managed to put up. Let it melt for all he cares, from it, he can flood you already with so much love that you deserve for even putting up with him on his hardest days.

When you refused to abandon him whenever Diluc would kick him out of the tavern, he could feel the warm fuzzy feeling in him chipping away at the glaciers of walls he worked so hard to build up. When you came by all the time to ensure he was getting his sustenance, the heat of your compassion was slowly melting the jagged spikes of ice he had in his heart to ensure his protection.

And to him you were his world. You were Kaeya’s one and only soulmate.

The world that you and him lived in could burn to the ground for all he cared, as long as he was by your side for all of eternity.

You gave him so much of your warmth that he slowly started to break free from that metaphorical ice prison he kept himself inside in for so long. You held the key to it and he could not be more grateful to be saved by you and only you.

So then why is it that when he started to cave into your warmth, you decided to huddle into the blistering cold?

Why can he see the familiar icy walls slowly sprout around your heart?

Why was the flame you gave him, the one that he carried and took care of for such a long time slowly dying out?

Why were you refusing every single chance that he tried to give back to you, to also melt your slowly freezing heart?

All of a sudden, your touches were hauntingly cold. They were so light that they could’ve been nonexistent in the first place and Kaeya dreaded that feeling. He grabbed onto you with all his might but why are you suddenly miles away from him? Why were you being imprisoned in that same icy cell that he locked himself into?

Last he checked, you were the one that taught him that he could be free with you. So why won’t you do the same with him?

But Kaeya was not him if he wasn’t a man of determination. He took on his missions with gusto and absolute persistence and he was not going to back out soon.

And as he cradled your weakened flame in his heart, he tried, and tried, and tried.

“Been awhile since we’ve been on a date, huh?” He refused the temptation to crack. His grin was intact much like always, trying to invite you back in his arms for once.

“Really? I never knew,” your words were so unfocused, so vague, and so inattentive… so unlike you— the you that hung onto every word that he said (like he did to you), the you that spoke so accurately, little to no details left behind (something that he would brag about you). “Sorry, I guess.”

It hurts to see you apologize so unapologetically. But perhaps you were going through a rough patch. You had been there for him when he went through his, what’s stopping him from doing the same to you?

“Do you want to then?” Kaeya offered, but even then he could feel the way his smile trembled, unstable and something he’d never be caught dead in. “It would be nice.”

He ignored the light scoff that came from you and ignored the pang in his heart when you rejected his offer.

“Sorry, I’ve got official business. I’m departing for Natlan soon.”

Sorry. His brain echoed. Was that your sixteenth apology for the day? Kaeya wonders how much more he can take. But even if he couldn’t he would break, and break, and break just for you. He’ll make as many considerations as you did for him.

“Oh. How long are you going to be away for?”

“It won’t be for awhile. It’s diplomatic relations after all, so I can’t give you the exact estimate of the duration… sorry.” There it is again, that cursed word that you chanted like a mantra, dooming him into an endless spiral of your empty apologies.

Kaeya nodded, suddenly feeling meek as he looked down on his book.

Sure, you’d put up with him in the early stages of your relationship, and sure he would apologize over and over again until the words ‘sorry, my bad’ didn’t even feel like actual words anymore. But surely he wasn’t this bad, right?

Surely… he wasn’t this distant, right?

But as his eye watched you walk away, grabbing your coat from the rack and leave, Kaeya counts the days.

And for you, he will wait, and wait, and wait.

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Tartaglia

Since when were you so busy?

From your shared home, he watched as you wrote something relatively unimportant to some paper. Surely whatever it is, it doesn’t warrant you to deprive him of your attention. Sure, he has been busy for a couple of weeks, but he was here now and suddenly you were the one who didn’t have time for him?

That sounds wildly self-centered, but Childe could care less at this point. He still made effort to sprinkle in little bits of love on the rare occasions that you would see each other inside this house.

And he gave it all, gave all that he can to you and only you. And Childe watched with delight as you relished in every affection he had given you.

Time and time again.

Until suddenly your reactions that warranted him the sweet joy of being with you were no longer evident and felt by him. Something pierced through his heart the very first time he took notice of when you lamely pressed your cheek against something that wasn’t even his lips and called it a goodbye kiss.

Though he supposed he was delusional enough to say it was cute, that you were probably just tired that you couldn’t muster the energy to be smothered in his undying affection for you. And he easily forgave that excuse.

But then every gesture dwindled in love. You gave hugs that barely had any heart to it, kissed him so emptily that it only left him feeling just as hollow. Childe would frown and hope you take notice, but you were back in your own world, brushing him off like he was a bother to you.

So he ought to try this time. He made sure everything was set in motion for you.

Back then, you always mused about having a lovely picnic by the Luhua pool and he figured now’s the perfect time to grant that wish of yours. It may be a couple of months too late, but he needed to be with you so desperately and he figured doing a nice picnic outing would be the perfect activity for the both of you.

Childe, ever the efficient man he is, had cooked up every single thing, from your favorite dishes, to your desserts, and had planned the perfect spot to be in. He even scoped it out prior to the official date that you and him were going to. He made sure that hilichurls, treasure hoarders, and abyss mages would steer clear of that one lovely spot.

All of it, he would do just for you.

So then why?

Why did you look at him with such mirthless eyes, contrasting his that brimmed with nothing but excitement for the day planned ahead.

“Heeey my little cabbage!” His tone held nothing but merriment as he drawled his greetings out. His eccentric greetings were always one to get a blissful and heavenly laugh out of you. He ignored the slight stinging pain that stabbed through his chest when you barely even acknowledged him, still sucked into your… work.

He heard no responses from you but a sole grunt that had the unvoiced question. Childe persisted with a smile, “I’ve got a surprise for you! Why don’t you lay off your work for a moment, hm? I’m sure you can spare some time for your beloved boyfriend, yes?”

His heart hammered against his ribcage as the suspenseful silence filled the space between you and him. It felt like awaiting orders from Pierro, but even so, it wasn’t this dreadful in terms of waiting.

“No thank you.”

Childe felt numb when he his anticipations of your acceptance got curbed with your collected rejection.

Did you even consider in those few seconds of silence? Did you think your decisions through? Heck, were you even interested in his surprise? Or did you ever listen?

“Aha! That was a trick question! The only right answer to that was a ‘yes’, I’m afraid!” Childe regained his footing in the conversation, hoping to reel you back into his arms.

And finally, you granted him mercy when you looked at him, “I can’t exactly put this behind, Ajax. Sorry.” You said, and yet Childe felt your lack of remorse upon your refusal. “Why don’t you take Mr. Zhongli out?”

The way you were quick to disregard him was something Childe never thought he could ever prepare for. And he almost staggered back when you uttered the words he so loved to say to you back then;

“I really can’t today. Maybe next time?” You offered, but somehow, Childe knew that was nothing but a hollow promise.

He could only close the door from your personal study and looked at the basket neatly packed. There was something squeezing at his chest, a sensation he didn’t like in the slightest bit.

Childe didn’t know if it was the disillusioned part of him that sank into the abyss, but he gathered himself and fooled himself into thinking that nothing much has changed and nodded, taking your promise to his slowly shattering heart.

Ah. Well. Maybe next time then.

𐂂

Zhongli

Were you finally getting tired of him?

The adoration you and Zhongli shared was something to be admired. Countless people have watched you and him walk the pier and occasionally chat with vendors. The couples in love always expressed their sentiments — at how they hoped to embody even just a fraction of what you and Zhongli had.

You looked at him as if he shaped the mountains (and he technically did) and he relished into your unbridled attention. He enjoyed the time you spent with him constantly, you listened to his stories from the past and not once did you turn away from him as he spun his experiences into tales that only you of all people would appreciate.

Every word he uttered, he dedicated to you and only you. He wanted to share every piece of him with you and though the stories he told was barely a quarter of his life, he would tell a hundred more just to see you smile.

And he deeply cherished these moments, you brought fresh insights into his stories and listened so attentively. He loved you through the stories he told and you loved him through the endearing expressions you showed throughout the tales he would tell you.

Not a day goes by that Zhongli wasn’t thinking about you, of course. By the minute he wakes up, his mind automatically sifts through the many experiences he has been through, ready to give you more of his stories. This was your way of bonding after all and he appreciated every single moment of it. There will always be room for his storytelling in your otherwise busy schedule, you reassured him that much.

But then you started missing out.

The first instance was when he had patiently waited for you at that one spot just outside the harbor, the tea he had graciously prepared growing cold. And just as he was about to call it a day, you appeared, completely disheveled and out of breath, like you ran for your life.

Nothing warmed his heart more than seeing you try for him. Zhongli was already a man that felt the dedication of his people, but it always felt different when it was you who put the effort in.

After your frequent tardiness, you began to stop showing up altogether. Disappointment would flood his system when he would see Xiangling approach him with a smile that contrasted the sad news that you could no longer make it because of some other pressing matters.

But Zhongli was forgiving, he forgave every meet you missed, every time his stories started to go from one ear and out the other. He was determined to keep it going because, surely, this was only a one time thing, right? Perhaps your work has been doing numbers on you and what could he exactly do but only take care of you and soothe your worries with his tea and his stories.

Zhongli was forgiving, but he wasn’t completely unperturbed. In fact, there was a seed of anxiety that started sprouting within him as he roamed the streets of the harbor alone. He could feel the missing warmth of your arm around his waist as he talked to the usual vendors, not missing the sympathetic gazes and the not-so-hidden grimaces when he recounts that you have been all too busy.

And he wonders why you’ve grown so quiet inside the house.

When you could laugh so hard in the presence of someone else.

As soon as he heard that tinkling laughter of yours, he was quick on his feet, eager to see that smile that you so cruelly hid from him. Only to see you with someone else.

A young woman, by the looks of it, long hair and dressed in the most pristine clothes. Zhongli wasn’t completely flabbergasted, you could have friends that could make you just as happy, but the fear nipped at him when he watched the woman leave searing touches on your body, clearly with intent and you made no attempts to reject them.

There was an unmistakable pang of envy in Zhongli’s chest when he saw the way you so freely entertained this woman’s stories when you can barely spare him a second of your time.

Zhongli was thwarted back into the pain of reality as he compared the way you seem to be so much happier in the company of this woman in contrast to your recent interactions with him.

And he could feel himself grow cold. So, so cold when he realized that you were slowly showing hints of pure disinterest in him. The way you refused to look at him at times and when you could barely muster a word out when he would ask you about your day.

But he figured this was a sign from the fates, that he ought to take you back this time. That maybe you have been spending far too long of time away from his embrace.

And so he made sure to indulge you as best as he could when you finally arrived back home.

As you sat on the dining table that night, Zhongli had to jump through the many hurdles of pure anxiety just to finally initiate a conversation with you. To this, he could only hope his centuries of wisdom from being one of the oldest archon can aid him with you.

He took your hand in his, strangely cold and closed off, but he did not let it discourage his attempt, “Beloved, I seem to have noticed your sudden… disinterest in our conversations…” he began his little intervention. “Would you mind telling me what’s bothering you?”

Zhongli squeezed your hand in comfort, and he could feel his heart drop when you didn’t return the gesture, instead sliding your hand away from his grasp.

“You’re imagining things, Zhongli.” You claimed so casually as you continued with your meal. “And you already know I’d tell you anything that’s bothering me.” You said, looking at him with a small smile.

And yes, he knew. Zhongli knew you would.

But he also knew that when you lie, your eyes were like the abyss and that smile of yours didn’t reach your eyes.

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maryellencarter · 21 days

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YouTube Downloads through VLC: Step by Step

So this guide to easily downloading off YouTube is super helpful, but there's enough important information hidden in the reblogs that (with the permission of OP @queriesntheories ) I'm doing a more step-by-step version.

Please note: these downloads will be in YouTube quality. My test video download is coming through at 360p, even though the video I'm starting from is set to 720p. They're legible, but they won't look great on a TV. For high visual quality, you'll want to seek out other methods.

This guide is written for Windows 10, since that's what I can test on. It's been tested on Firefox, Chrome, and Edge (which is a Chromium browser, so the method should work in other Chromium browsers too). So far, I haven't tracked down a way to use this download method on mobile.

BASIC KNOWLEDGE:

I'll try to make this pretty beginner-friendly, but I am going to assume that you know how to right-click, double-click, navigate right-click menus, click-and-drag, use keyboard shortcuts that are given to you (for example, how to use Ctrl+A), and get the URL for any YouTube video you want to download.

You'll also need to download and install one or more programs off the internet using .exe files, if you don't have these programs already. Please make sure you know how to use your firewall and antivirus to keep your computer safe, and google any names you don't recognize before allowing permission for each file. You can also hover your mouse over each link in this post to make sure it goes where I'm saying it will go.

YOU WILL NEED:

A computer where you have admin permissions. This is usually a computer you own or have the main login on. Sadly, a shared computer like the ones at universities and libraries will not work for this.

Enough space on your computer to install the programs listed below, if you don't have them already, and some space to save your downloaded files to. The files are pretty small because of the low video quality.

A simple text editing program. Notepad is the one that usually comes with Windows. If it lets you change fonts, it's too fancy. A notepad designed specifically to edit program code without messing it up is Notepad++, which you can download here.

A web browser. I use Firefox, which you can get here. Chrome or other Chrome-based browsers should also work. I haven't tested in Safari.

An Internet connection fast enough to load YouTube. A little buffering is fine. The downloads will happen much faster than streaming the entire video, unless your internet is very slow.

VLC Media Player, which you can get here. It's a free player for music and videos, available on Windows, Android, and iOS, and it can play almost any format of video or audio file that exists. We'll be using it for one of the central steps in this process.

If you want just the audio from a YouTube video, you'll need to download the video and then use a different program to copy the audio into its own file. At the end of this post, I'll have instructions for that, using a free sound editor called Audacity.

SETUP TO DOWNLOAD:

The first time you do this, you'll need to set VLC up so it can do what you want. This is where we need Notepad and admin permissions. You shouldn't need to repeat this process unless you're reinstalling VLC.

If VLC is open, close it.

In your computer's file system (File Explorer on Windows), go to C:\Program Files\VideoLAN\VLC\lua\playlist

If you're not familiar with File Explorer, you'll start by clicking where the left side shows (C:). Then in the big main window, you'll double-click each folder that you see in the file path, in order - so in this case, when you're in C: you need to look for Program Files. (There will be two of them. You want the one without the x86 at the end.) Then inside Program Files you're looking for VideoLAN, and so forth through the whole path.

Once you're inside the "playlist" folder, you'll see a lot of files ending in .luac - they're in alphabetical order. The one you want to edit is youtube.luac which is probably at the bottom.

You can't edit youtube.luac while it's in this folder. Click and drag it out of the playlist folder to somewhere else you can find it - your desktop, for instance. Your computer will ask for admin permission to move the file. Click the "Continue" button with the blue and yellow shield.

Now that the file is moved, double-click on it. The Microsoft Store will want you to search for a program to open the .luac file type with. Don't go to the Microsoft Store, just click on the blue "More apps" below that option, and you'll get a list that should include your notepad program. Click on it and click OK.

The file that opens up will be absolutely full of gibberish-looking code. That's fine. Use Ctrl+A to select everything inside the file, then Backspace or Delete to delete it. Don't close the file yet.

In your web browser, go to https://github.com/videolan/vlc/blob/master/share/lua/playlist/youtube.lua

Click in the part of the Github page that has a bunch of mostly blue code in it. Use Ctrl+A to select all of that code, Ctrl+C to copy it, then come back into your empty youtube.luac file and use Ctrl+P to paste the whole chunk of code into the file.

Save the youtube.luac file (Ctrl+S or File > Save in the upper left corner of the notepad program), then close the notepad program.

Drag youtube.luac back into the folder it came from. The computer will ask for admin permission again. Give it permission.

Now you can close Github and Notepad. You're ready to start downloading!

HOW TO DOWNLOAD:

First, get your YouTube link. It should look something like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abc123DEF45 If it's longer, you can delete any extra stuff after that first set of letters and numbers, but you don't have to.

Now open VLC. Go to Media > Open Network Stream and paste your YouTube link into the box that comes up. Click Play. Wait until the video starts to play, then you can pause it if you want so it's not distracting you during the next part.

(If nothing happens, you probably forgot to put youtube.luac back. coughs)

In VLC, go to Tools > Codec Information. At the bottom of the pop-up box you'll see a long string of gibberish in a box labeled Location. Click in the Location box. It won't look like it clicked properly, but when you press Ctrl+A, it should select all. Use Ctrl+C to copy it.

In your web browser, paste the entire string of gibberish and hit Enter. Your same YouTube video should come up, but without any of the YouTube interface around it. This is where the video actually lives on YouTube's servers. YouTube really, really doesn't like to show this address to humans, which is why we needed VLC to be like "hi I'm just a little video player" and get it for us.

Because, if you're looking at the place where the video actually lives, you can just right-click-download it, and YouTube can't stop you.

Right-click on your video. Choose "Save Video As". Choose where to save it to - I use my computer's built-in Music or Videos folders.

Give it a name other than "videoplayback" so you can tell it apart from your other downloads.

The "Save As Type" dropdown under the Name field will probably default to MP4. This is a good versatile video format that most video players can read. If you need a different format, you can convert the download later. (That's a whole other post topic.)

Click Save, and your video will start downloading! It may take a few minutes to fully download, depending on your video length and internet speed. Once the download finishes, congratulations! You have successfully downloaded a YouTube video!

If you'd like to convert your video into a (usually smaller) audio file, so you can put it on a music player, it's time to install and set up Audacity.

INSTALLING AUDACITY (first time setup for audio file conversion):

You can get Audacity here. If you're following along on Windows 10, choose the "64-bit installer (recommended)". Run the installer, but don't open Audacity at the end, or if it does open, close it again.

On that same Audacity download page, scroll down past the installers to the "Additional resources". You'll see a box with a "Link to FFmpeg library". This is where you'll get the add-on program that will let Audacity open your downloaded YouTube video, so you can tell it to make an audio-only file. The link will take you to this page on the Audacity support wiki, which will always have the most up-to-date information on how to install the file you need here.

From that wiki page, follow the link to the actual FFmpeg library. If you're not using an adblocker, be careful not to click on any of the ads showing you download buttons. The link you want is bold blue text under "FFmpeg Installer for Audacity 3.2 and later", and looks something like this: "FFmpeg_5.0.0_for_Audacity_on_Windows_x86.exe". Download and install it. Without this, Audacity won't be able to open MP4 files downloaded from YouTube.

CONVERTING TO AUDIO:

Make sure you know where to find your downloaded MP4 video file. This file won't go away when you "convert" it - you'll just be copying the audio into a different file.

Open up Audacity.

Go to File > Open and choose your video file.

You'll get one of those soundwave file displays you see in recording booths and so forth. Audacity is a good solid choice if you want to teach yourself to edit soundwave files, but that's not what we're here for right now.

Go to File > Export Audio. The File Name will populate to match the video's filename, but you can edit it if you want.

Click the Browse button next to the Folder box, and choose where to save your new audio file to. I use my computer's Music folder.

You can click on the Format dropdown and choose an audio file type. If you're not sure which one you want, MP3 is the most common and versatile.

If you'd like your music player to know the artist, album, and so forth for your audio track, you can edit that later in File Manager, or you can put the information in with the Edit Metadata button here. You can leave any of the slots blank, for instance if you don't have a track number because it's a YouTube video.

Once everything is set up, click Export, and your new audio file will be created. Go forth and listen!

#reference #vlc media player #youtube downloader #youtube #uh what other tags should i use idk #how to internet #long post

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slushglow · 1 year

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EMO USAGI LORE DROP + BONUS (W/ TW !!)

just want to start by saying sorry it took me eighty five yrs to even post this thats super my bad hahaha

this basically explains how yuichi lost his markings and came to run away from his family, i just did this little comparison drawing of when he's a kid (age 11) to when he's a little older (age 17) and then word vommed everything i could into two pages HAHAHA

i know my handwriting is so shit im so sorry, i meant to find the original google doc and/or procreate file to copy and paste the text or at least retype it here BUT I CANT FIND EITHER OF THEMMMM i am literally going insane, i'm on my phone rn or i would be typing all of this out asap but tumblr hates me on mobile and it's also like 3 am but i PROMMY i will get around to retyping everything in a much easier to read format instead of yall zooming in three thousand times to read the hieroglyphs that is my handwriting HAHAHA i'll def edit this when i get the chance and do just that so pls bear w me </3 when i finally find the google doc i will also include it bc it has a ton more info !!!!!

anyways if y'all have any comments questions or concerns pls don't be afraid to drop an ask i would also love to just word vom abt my version of yuichi + leo and yuichi + the others bc they r very dear to me !!!

there's a bonus image under the cut that shows child yuichi moments after getting his scar, just warnin y'all again !!!! don't worry it's not super graphic tho, u also cant see the actual injury !!

TW // DEPICTION OF BLOOD AND INJURY

this is the following moment after he gets his scar

the overall shock from the events of the day (losing his brother, watching him die, having to face his grandfather) means he barely even reacts when it happens but at the same time it's kinda like this epiphany hits him that he can't stay anymore u know :/ idk i didn't intend on making him such a tragic character but here we are !!! LMAO

ANYWAYSSS thanks so much for sticking around guys i uber appreciate u all B) again if u have any questions comments or concerns don't be afraid to hit up my ask box !! okay i'm finally done now HAHAHA

#rottmnt #leosagi #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #emo usagi #usagi yuichi #the usagi chronicles #emo usagi lore #samurai rabbit

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Can I ask for a yandere alphabet for Reaper (Gabriel Reyes) from Overwatch?

Of course! Here's some more Reaper :) Written on PC instead of mobile, sorry for formatting issues.

Yandere Alphabet - Reaper

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence/Murder, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Slight sadism, Breaking and entering, Denial, Reaper watches you sleep, Brief marking mention, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Reaper tries to take his time before getting involved with you. He knows he probably shouldn't but he just can't help but watch you. Reaper primarily watches his darling so he isn't very affectionate in the physical sense.

Once he allows himself to indulge, he can be intense. However, for the first half of his obsession he is rather tame. This is due to the fact he is mostly just watching you from a distance.

The moment he decides to just take you, though... he's intense with both affection and his obsession in general.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. Reaper is a mercenary, it is basically his job to take out targets. He sees it all as just a job for the most part. While he sometimes take joy from it, it's primarily just something he has to do.

He takes out those he doesn't like around you behind your back and makes it all look like an accident. He does everything he can to make it look like he wasn't involved. Things like this distract him from his feelings for you... a thing he tries to ignore before he can't take it anymore.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Reaper may mock a little bit but for the most part he doesn't. By the time he has you he has worked for this moment. So he tries to tend to your needs and learn about his feeling issue.

He cares for you and isn't entirely cold towards you. Although it is hard for him to show that at times. It's not like he's felt this way before. If he has it's been a long time since then.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely. He'll try being patient but that has its limits. The moment he has you under his care, hidden by him with help from Talon, it's hard to go against what Reaper claims/says.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't a very vulnerable person. He rarely opens up to you if at all and you often not know much about him or his past. He cares for you... he's just very hard to read.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed. Part of him understands, you're in an unfamiliar place and taken by a stranger. He gets that... yet part of him wishes you'd adapt quicker.

He would try to push aside your fight but sometimes just allows it to play out. Soon you'll get tired. Soon you'll realize it's pointless.

Soon... he just needs to wait a bit more.

He's good at that.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He both finds it annoying yet also enjoys chasing you down at times. He knows it's pointless as he'll find you again, but it seems you don't.

So part of him feels a bit excited at times to see you come to the realization that escape is pointless.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It would either be the abduction or after the abduction. Before that he's just a phantom in the back of your mind. Afterwards... well he's all you ever see.

I'd personally say everything from the initial abduction to the isolation afterwards.

It scares you that the only person you can rely on is a man on the brink between life and death... one that's the embodiment of the Grim Reaper. A man who has killed before and will kill again, perhaps even for you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Reaper hasn't really thought of it. The future is uncertain. All he really knows is he wants you and tries to keep you close. He wants no one else around you... he just wants it to be the two of you.

So he'll keep it that way.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

It's really hard to read Reaper but I'd say he gets jealous. At first he finds a way to cope with it. Yet there comes a time he just doesn't care anymore and just eliminates the problem.

The last option happens closer to when he just decides to take you. His first sign of snapping.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Distant, sometimes cold. He's barely there before he takes you. When he does he tries his best to connect. He's shown to be ruthless with others, but with you he tries to be gentle.

He tries to speak to you in a deep and raspy voice. He tries to be more comfortable for you. Yet it's a struggle for the both of you.

In terms of affection it's usually just "offering protection". Although when you are more receptible he tries more physical forms of affection. Like attempts at comforting hugs... even if you go rigid against him like some corpse.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Reaper spends a good deal of time stalking you at first. He tries to ignore such desires but can't help it. Then it escalates from just watching.

He goes from watching from a distance to watching closer. Sometimes he finds himself entering your home to watch you as you slumber. Sometimes he reaches out to gently touch you. He tries to restrain himself but it's all to satiate his desires.

Unfortunately, the more he indulges, the more he wants more.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I'd say so. He is more gentle with you even if it's difficult for him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

While he is used to violence I'd say he'd isolate you from even himself. The moment he hears you begging for him to take you back, he feels you've learned your lesson. Although... maybe he is one to mark you in some way?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Nearly all of them. You're under Talon watch now.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be very patient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Probably, with a lot of time. He'd probably try to get you back though. As much as he hates the idea, he can probably ask Moira to help him if you ever died.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably trauma and a yearning for some sort of normalcy in his life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to give you your space. As stated before, you'll stop at some point. He's just... really bad at comforting people.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really? Unsure.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Probably none. Once you're with him you're sort of stuck.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Probably. He tries not to though. It's mostly those around you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would hunt you down until he found you if he lost you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A long time. Maybe months to a year and a half?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, unfortunately.

#yandere overwatch #yandere overwatch x reader #yandere reaper #yandere gabriel reyes

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galactiquest · 8 months

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Hi call me blueberry anon or just blue!

I was hopin to ask with Vash and Knives with an Angel!reader g/n.

Like you know when Vash and Knives show their true selves and reader dont give a shit because they literally have giant ass wings and multiple eyes yknow like one of those biblical accurate angel but more human.

If its too specific just ignore this JDJKDKDKDK (ps when i said show their true selves i immediately thought of those wolf alpha vids on tiktok)

Hello Blueberry Anon~ I'm sorry that this took longer than usual to get to, I promise I wasn't ignoring or forgetting this request! College woes... (´Д｀)

I think this is a super cute idea and I'm always a sucker for a chaotic angel or devil or any sort of creature really. (Probably why I enjoy writing about Vash and Knives being little beasts so much LOL)

Vash and Knives x Angel!Reader: Heaven

Content warnings: None, but the descriptions of multiple eyes/wings might be offputting to some. Otherwise just fluff!

Vash

I take Vash as someone who's really accepting of everyone else's differences--even to the point where he'll feel a sort of disdain towards his own differences because of it.

But when he learns about your otherworldly nature? He's immediately curious. He really can't help himself.

He wants to ask a lot of questions. How do you hide your wings? Are humans afraid of you? Do you have any sorts of powers? Does this mean you're immortal--wait, are you here on a mission?!

Whether you indulge him or not in answers is up to you. He won't pry (but he might whine a little if you tell him it's a secret).

Now that he knows you're different, he wants to embrace it as much as possible. He's always trying to compliment how soft your wings are, how radiant and sparkling your eyes are, etc.

I think this especially goes for the '98 iteration of Vash--the "did it hurt when you fell from Heaven" pickup line. Feel free to respond with "yeah, actually, a lot" to get him sputtering and scrambling to apologize.

Knives

When you explain it to him, he's very quiet at first, running all possible responses through his head. What he doesn't say (but is thinking) is that he's thankful you're not human (because admitting he loves a human is an utterly impossible feat!).

He also hopes, deep down, that since you're inhuman, you might better understand his intentions for a world without humans. (Of course, if you're the kind of angel who's sent to help humans, this goes against your direct orders... cue troubles!)

He has a deep respect for your otherworldly self, being not of the planet himself, so he takes a lot of time to study and understand you to the fullest.

He's especially intrigued if you have repeating features--multiple eyes, pairs of wings, floating motes of flame, spinning golden rings, that kind of stuff. He really enjoys symmetry and repetition. (Vash does, too, but he'll appreciate from afar.)

He encourages you to take your "natural" form more often, rather than sculpting yourself into a more humanoid form. If this more "natural" form is imperceptible/cosmically incomprehensible to him, he won't mind. (Okay, he might be a little sad if he can't see you in all your blazing glory, but he won't make it obvious.)

I think there's definitely a case here for a "fallen angel" type deal--you've fallen from the sins of humanity, and now you've joined up with Knives in order to restore what should have been. Or maybe you find more worth in each other...

End notes: I finished this up on mobile so the formatting might be off. I promise I'll fix it tomorrow!

#vash x reader #vash x you #knives x reader #knives x you #trigun x reader #galactifics #love mail #blueberry anon

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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Hi Naeomi 👋

Thank you for replying to my inquiry so diligently (omg, me trying to sound like Baxter XD dead)!

For my Baxter request, I want to understand his character more, so I wanna pick ur brain for some ideas 😄

He is a very considerate person as his approach to the MC's comfort level changes between nervous, relaxed, and direct (i think 🤔😅). I just want to know how he reacts with an MC (on crush/love) who is only anxious around him but relaxed with everyone else. MC would be trying to fluster the crap out of Cove and talking excitedly about nerdy stuff (anime/manga, video games, books, random facts on their interests, a tv series, etc.), but when Baxter comes around they simmer down and smile all giddy his way and talk about stuff they he may like or be interested in.

Honestly, my MC would feel a bit unsure how to act around Baxter at first, but eventually, they become more comfortable over time as he is revealed to be easygoing and welcoming to MC's quirky side. Makes my heart flutter just thinking about it, so cute~ 🥰☺️

hii !!! omg your mc sounds so cute n honestly like me when I was younger lol, so sweet<33 excuse to the format I'm on mobile rn and I'll fix text color n format n stuff once I'm on my computer😎👍👍👍👍honestly i had fun writing this, two darlings taking their time to open up n love each other, embracing each others quirks... its so sweet, pls i feel like i could write another lil drabble abt how happy n cute baxter would be w a playful reader like this, mmm many thoughts

tags : fluff, nervous crush/love status w baxter, multiple choice text, headcanons/drabbles

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this man is too cocky for his own good, baxter can easily tell how someone feels about him.

but I think that excludes people he has a crush on, as you couldn't possibly like/love him back.

he has some shame! although it's only enough to not assume everyone is in love with him or likes him in any capacity...

anyway, we'll get to that later~

at first he thinks it's because you want to impress him or maybe you don't want to bore him with what you think is brain rot to someone so mature and elegant as him.

(+ a "small" but darker part of him thinks you might hate him, that you don't want to show a piece of yourself to this weird stranger on your block. he squishes the thought)

so he finds out your interest through terri/terry and by spying on snippets of your conversations with your family or with cove.

and even though he will only admit it if you threaten him with something terrifying, like angry dragons, early mornings, or worse- color. then and only then will he admit he wants you to tease him the same way you do with cove.

you're so close with him, snuggling up to cove's side, and you smirk so tantalizingly as you lean i. close to whisper it in his ear, and you say something dirty or perhaps its something cove finds especially scandalous but now cove is blushing and he's pushing you away with a chastising "y/n!"

and baxter wishes it was him...

he wants you to curl up behind him and blow on his ear the way you do cove. he wants you to pinch his butt as he walks by and he wants you to flirt with him.

and he wants you to show up on his temporary doorstep to show him your favorite volume of a manga that you finally got your hands on.

and when baxter is a hopeless romantic because he's so vulnerable under the blanket of night, he imagines you laying next to him in this big bed and he imagines the music is blending in with your voice as you babble on about something before it drifts off into your soft breath when you fall asleep due to the late hour.

but time goes on and his vacation nears the quarter mark and whenever you two talk he notices that you are getting into some of the things he likes, like rock music, and when you see him walking lazily back to his condo you come rushing off the steps of your porch, abandoning your snickering moms, and showing baxter the new song you found that he had not listened to before.

you light up at the praise in a way that makes him wish he could capture it forever...

finally baxter comes to the conclusion that he should speak to you about the things you like, and the first time he mentions something about your hobby you clam up a bit.

you don't want to bore him or scare him off with your excitement but in the end you're showing him your craft/collection and telling him every shiny detail and he's so happy to watch the light in your eyes as you speak.

eventually though you two get to the point where you try to fluster him.

it's not often, baxter makes you far too nervous and he can see anything coming from a mile away. he's so cool and you love him for it but God is his smirking face irritating when you just want him to blush, giggle and kick his feet like a love sicken school girl.

but you finally get him to flush. it takes more than half his vacation for it to happen but you're standing behind him as he works away at plating the dinner you two cooked up together.

it's simple, both of you combined have the cooking skills of a sea turtle but it's good enough for one night and it's edible.

it's good enough, you know your way around a stove well enough not to burn the house down and with baxter as your assistant you're more focused on how fun it was than anything.

it's perfect, you know how to whip up something delicious and baxter did more chopping and passing of the seasonings than anything.

he doesn't process it at first but then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

you just... said something flirty?

he's short circuting and his ears are red, and baxter pretends that his blush isn't spread down to his neck.

it's such a reward for you, you can't help but gape for a moment because baxter alexander ward is walking away from you with a blush from his ears to below the collar of his shirt and he definitely squealed a bit when he beckoned you to the living room.

it takes a whole summer of talking to you about things you like that he has little or no knowledge in, doing an activity that caters to/is apart of your interest, and soothing you when you cut yourself off when talking (it's okay, he does want to hear whatever you're looking to ramble about, be it something exciting, something that happened when practicing your hobby, or venting about something you thought was terrible or sad in a show/comic you saw earlier that week.)

and he finally gets to a point where you're teasing him a bit more often, even if you don't get the flustered reaction you want, and you're taking a page out of cove's book and the two of you spent a secret night in baxter's condo, talking about everything and nothing all at the same time.

but then he leaves, and he let's you down gently but his rejection stabs like a knife anyway.

so when you meet again, half a decade later, baxter feels his heart fall out his stomach so bad he sucks it in to try and make up for the way his heart clocks out and air leaves his lungs...

you look sad. this wasn't what you either of you were expecting to be faced with and having no time to prepare yourself to face the man who ended your relationship that summer has your eyes glassed over and your fingers dig into your skin to ground yourself.

you look indifferent. somehow that hurts more than if you were sad or angry at him, not that he'd prefer it but the smaller part of him thinks that your empty gaze shows he's lost any part in your life and you stare through him like you can see the rawness of his heart...

your face is schooled into a stony expression and you've folded your arms to match the rest of tour cold posture. he can't tell what you're thinking even though he's searching your eyes and this time baxter can't tell if you want to cry, scream at him, or if you're looking past him to the scenic view. but he sees your fingers twitch, like you want to either grab him by his tie or run.

you look angry. you try to mask it, not wanting to display the unadulterated rage you feel but your lip quirks up and your eyes are sharp and the words that escape your lips lick at baxter's ears like fire. if your thunderous glare could kill a man he'd be a goner..

he knows he's fucked up either way.

and the whole time you're working together, you're distant. although sometimes you snap back, you confront him and you joke with him sometimes.

you're both too nostalgic, you're both too in love.

somehow, you let him start over.

perhaps its the nostalgia and sentiment that came from making the groom cake together, or how beautiful scott and jude's wedding went, or perhaps its the way the other person laughs and smiles that has you drunk.

but now you two are sitting on baxter's couch and you're letting him start over.

he messed up, it's something hard to move past. something you did, for better or for worse but now it's for the better and you're moving on together.

and you're almost as nervous as you were when you first met but this time it's more that you're reserved than anything else.

sometimes he thinks he's fucked up too much, that when you cut yourself short while rambling and when you take more interest in his hobbies than your own, baxter puts a stop to it quickly.

it takes while. you both try too much to insert yourself into the other person's likes, as if that will make the comfortable relationship you had once come back quicker.

but finally, you and baxter are sharing a bed in the middle of your new apartment, and you're laughing about something funny Miranda sent you earlier that day and in the morning you two are spinning around your new kitchen in a guideless dance with your hands intertwined and you're laughing...

and baxter loves both versions of you.

the version of you that's so in love with him you quiet down, letting him take up all the space in the world and the other version of you that rants about something stupid in an anime and pinches his pale thigh when he's searching through his messy pile of clothes for that one specific shirt.

and he's so happy you opened up to him and you still open up to him everyday, loving him the same no matter how shy you are that day <333

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x reader #baxter x mc #baxter ward x mc

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raainy-daze · 2 years

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the longest movie marathon

platonic!rottmnt x gn!reader

summary: after your snow day had gone to all hell thanks to ghostbear, a very alarming piece of information came to light: you had never seen a jupiter jim movie. not a single one. that just wouldn’t do. you know what that means - movie night! [set after s1e23b, snow day]

word count: 916

a/n: first real post! i’m not sure how i feel about the writing on this one, but i tried. i’m also still on mobile (i’m probably going to be on mobile for a while) so again, formatting might be messed up. hope someone enjoys this!

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That morning, you had woken up to a fresh layer of snow over New York.

Needless to say, you were delighted. You were even more delighted when you received a text from Leo, asking to hang out with everyone at the park. You had a great time; you built a snowman, participated in a snowball fight, and the hot cocoa was great too!

Oh, and pro wrestling champion Ghostbear got mutated and attacked you, but that’s just a given.

However, throughout the day, the turtles and April kept arguing over movie rankings. Even Mayhem seemed to have an opinion (every time you saw him, that thing seemed more and more intelligent). It was pretty funny, actually. It all sounded so bizarre out of context. You thought they’d finally dropped it after freezing Ghostbear. You should’ve known better than that. Just as you were leaving, Leo made some comment, and it was back in full force.

“I’m sorry, but have you seen the special effects in JJ Sails the Seven Galaxies? It is absolutely HORRENDOUS-!”

“There is a REASON PV4 is the last Pluto Vacation!”

They’d been going on like this for nearly two blocks now. You were used to this sort of thing - hell, you were a part of this sort of thing when you understood the topic. The longer it went on, the more ridiculous the arguments got, and less comprehensible. You were starting to near your apartment, but they showed no signs of stopping.

“(Y/N)!”

“JEEZ-“ You stumbled, dropping the sled you’d been dragging behind you. You had not expected all of them to yell your name at once.

“You haven’t said anything-“

“All day!” Leo cut Donnie off. April jammed a hand over both of their mouths.

“You’re gonna settle this for us. Which is the better movie, Pluto Vacation 4-“

“- Or Sails the Seven Galaxies?” Raph finished.

There was a silence. They all stared, waiting for your reply.

“Dunno. I’ve never seen ‘em.”

“WHAT?!”

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You’d gone years of your life without seeing even a single Jupiter Jim movie. According to the turtles, April, and (apparently) Mayhem, this was nothing less than a crime against sci-fi. Thus, movie night was scheduled.

One week later, you sat in the lair. Donnie was fiddling with the projector, which wasn’t turning on because Leo had unplugged it. You weren’t going to tell him that, of course. April was going over the ‘ground rules’ with you.

“Oh, and whatever you do, do NOT get attached to Planetary Percy, okay?”

“Why-“

“Don’t.”

The projection screen suddenly flickered to life. You turned around to see Donnie by the outlet, glaring at Leo.

“Gee. I wonder who could’ve done that.”

Watching the stare-off, you were just waiting for Donnie to throw something at him. Before that could occur, however, Mikey appeared from seemingly nowhere holding a pizza box.

“PIZZA! And plenty of other snacks waiting in the kitchen for whenever we’re ready!”

“Thanks, Mikey!” Everyone took a slice for themselves. Just as Leo was taking his, Donnie hit him in the back with a pillow.

“HEY-!”

Raph quickly snatched said pillow up from the ground and held it to his chest. You tuned the twins out and turned to Raph, who was sitting on the floor by the couch. “Where’s Splinter?”

“Oh, he doesn’t like Jupiter Jim. Lou Jitsu superiority, and all that.” Raph shrugged.

“Makes sense.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Jupiter Jim!” Mikey sat down next to you.

“Yeah, I mean, it seems like the kind of thing you’d be into.” April agreed. “Why’d you never watch it?”

You shrugged. “Spite.”

“Excuse me?”

“Spite. It’s like a game, seeing just how long you can go without it. It drives people insane, it’s funny.”

“You monster.”

“I know.” You grinned. “But I’ll watch it with you guys, if it’s really that important to you.”

“Aw, you do care about us!” You lightly kicked Raph’s arm.

“Are we going to start the movie or not?”

Within the next five minutes, Donnie finally got the very first Jupiter Jim movie set up. You were sandwiched in between April and Mikey, the latter of whom kept quoting lines as they were said. Every so often, Donnie would pipe up with some behind the scenes fun fact, or he’d explain some easter egg.

Jupiter Jim movies 1-3 was pretty decent as a trilogy.

Jupiter Jim: Pluto Vacation was mediocre.

Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Seas was fantastic.

Jupiter Jim: Origins was fantastically bad.

You fell asleep during the holiday special - according to Leo, you didn’t really miss anything.

You spent all night watching every single movie in this ridiculously long franchise. You knew you’d regret it when you needed to do homework tomorrow, but in the moment, you had no regrets.

As the credits to Atomic Lass Returns rolled, you let out a long yawn. Everyone looked pretty tired - Mikey had fallen asleep on your shoulder three times already.

“And that’s the last one. Well, until May 23rd, when Atomic Lass Dies Again comes out,” Donnie announced.

You stretched, feeling a bone pop somewhere. “I’m pretty sure that was the longest movie marathon in my life.”

“Oh, probably.” April yawned. “But now that it’s over…”

Here we go again.

“Which is the best movie, (y/n)?”

What were you expecting, really? All eyes were on you, waiting for you to decide the fate of Jupiter Jim’s tier ranking.

“I like Invasion of the Squirrelanoids best, actually.”

“OH, COME O-“

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #gender neutral reader #platonic reader insert #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt april x reader

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blacktacmopsi · 24 days

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Threshold.

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| Keegan X Male! Reader | Smut (MDNI) | CW: Blowjobs |

This is filling a request for @shadoesx. I hope I did your request justice. Get ready for some fluffy-ish smutty Keegan!

Note: I did not proof read this and it's been a while since I wrote M/M. Also, preemptive apology if there are format errors. Posting via mobile.

Keegan was never one to blow up on anyone or show direct anger. He was usually the silent observer type and for the most part a level headed guy. So, when you were on the brunt end of a heated argument over a difference in tactical strategy post mission, you couldn't take Keegan's arguing hands down without holding your own.

"You are a fucking asshole, you know that, kid?!” Keegan spat.

"Oh, I'm the asshole?! That's some tall talk from you! If it wasn't for my idea, we would have ended up in a massive skirmish at that Federation compound. So, fuck me right, for doing something that saved all our asses!”

Your fighting ultimately was broken up by Merrick who, quite frankly, told it to you straight, that he was “tired of both of your shit.”

The two of you were both too heated to come down so you stepped away to go cool off in your barracks room. It must have been several hours before you heard three knocks on your door. Opening it, you see the man who pissed you off earlier. He has the look of a man who realized he royally fucked up.

“Hey kid…look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blow up on you earlier. I shouldn't have done it, let alone in front of everyone. So, I want to do the right thing and apologize to you.”

Eyeing him up, you can't ignore those penetrating glacial blue eyes. Those eyes you've looked at countless times that made you feel a certain deep yearning. Drifting lower, you notice he's holding two red solo cups and a bottle of Jack.

Inviting him in to share a drink to bury the hatchet, you two revert back to how you typically are around one another. As you both drink, it feels good to get back on good terms. It would be crushing if the raven haired operator held a grudge against you and that was absolutely the last thing you wanted. As you both drank, you couldn't help but just admire the man before you. His musculature that was hinted at beneath the old USMC shirt he had on, the way it clung to his pecs, the deep timbre of his voice, even innocuous things like the way his veins wrapped around his arms. You had already come to terms with your feelings for him and how he stirred emotions deep inside you, but you felt you could never give voice to them. It tortured you to hold such an emotional weight.

“You know y/n…can I be honest with you?”

His question pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, what's up?”

Drawing a deep breath he meets your gaze. God, those glacial blue eyes that you swore could bore into your soul. How intense they could be. It should be a sin for a man to possess such eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you…hmm…well…”

You knit your brows waiting for him to finish what he wants to say but he seems to be stumbling over the words.

“Dude, just spit it out. What do you want to tell me.”

You think it might be something pertaining to the Taskforce. He on the other hand is going to do another thing that is kind of out of his character…just in a different way compared to his blow up of anger earlier.

“Uhhhh…you know what? Fuck it. Y/n I want to say…I love you.”

He exhales and slouches in the chair.

“Oh man, that felt good to get out,” he groaned to himself. Maybe it was the liquid courage that gave him that little push to admit this but his words hit you like a brick in the face. You don't know if you're stunned or so elated your brain just pauses everything, but something clicks inside you. It's the match falling in the powder keg of your own feelings for him. Keegan examines your expression and isn't sure what to make of it. Did he cross a line? He was never the smooth type when it came to expressing any kind of romantic feelings. In fact, he could come off so painfully awkward. But here he was, in your barracks room, bluntly laying it on the line.

“Look man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make-”

He pauses as you go and stand before him. Leaning down, you grab his stubbled chin, tilt it up, and kiss him. The taste of the whisky on his lips and tongue just make this all too perfect for you. As you give him something you had been dreaming about for so long, you can't help but hear a deep moan escape him.

Breaking the kiss and still holding his chin, you meet those eyes of his again.

“Wow…okay…heh,” he chuckles. “So, I take it you feel the same way.”

“For a while now, yeah… I had been falling in love with you for some time.”

Clearing his throat, he asks “Why didn't you say something sooner?”

“Dude, how could I? I'm not good with this kind of thing.”

Keegan laughs. “That makes two of us.”

Keegan looks back up at you and your smiling face and he can't help but lean up to kiss you again. It was like the floodgates opened for both of you as all you wanted to say for so long was spoken by your tongue entering his mouth. His hands go up, sliding across your chest, sending those embers of desire surging. Your fingers start to snake under his shirt, finding the hem and yanking it up over his head exposing that firm and hairy chest. God, how you longed to feel him every time you saw him getting changed on base.

You break the kiss and meet his gaze noting he's flushed. Whether it be from the alcohol or the growing physical desire, you didn't care. All that mattered was that he was shirtless and open to your advances…and boy, was he open to them. It became more evident when he stood up to remove your shirt as well. Locking in a heated kiss, you two pressed your exposed torsos against one another feeling the heat of arousal emanating from your needy bodies. You grab him by his hips and yank him towards yours feeling the unmistakable hardness of his cock.

“Keegan, getting hard already from kissing,” you tease as you run your fingers through his hair.

He cocks a smile.

“I can say the same for you, y/n…”

You can't help but softly chuckle at this back and forth. Before the two of you even realized it, both of you danced your way to your bed, a flurry of hands, lips, tongues and even teeth roaming over each other. Things became even more heated when you had him beneath you.

“Heh…I think I like being on bottom for you,” he chuckles.

“I would hope so. I've been wanting to do this for a long time,” you speak. A potent combination of lust and love tinting your words as you reach for your belt. Keegan got the hint and sat up from under you.

“Hey kid, let me handle that,” he implores as his fingers work gracefully undoing the belt to your pants. With such finesse, you could swear he's done this before and he might as well have but you didn't care. All you care about is making your desires and love for him known. Keegan feels the same way and he DEFINITELY makes that known. Pulling you out of your pants, he envelops you with such ferocity it nearly makes you jolt in reflex.

“Oooooohhh fuuuuuuk…”

You have no control over the sounds escaping you, instinctively grabbing his head and pushing him more into you.

“Oh god…Keegan….Keegan…fuck, that feels good!”

Keegan doesn't listen to your words. He just focuses on his mouth and what's in it. You flick your eyes down to him as you watch him sink further and further into a sexual trance. Oh, this is definitely a man who's done this before! The heated pleasure and arousal he was drawing out of you was too astounding. You found paradise in him and his mouth and he in your taste and warmth. You had rocked your hips with his motion as he brought you into the light of blinding passion. It felt like he had created this ball of white light that was welling up inside you, a sensation that sent every nerve in your body pulsing with such deep emotion for this blue eyed, raven haired operator.

Keegan was relentless, moving up and down as if he was working a sacred ritual upon your body. In some ways, he was; Drawing forth and building upon your mutual passions to create something more immense.

“Keegan…Keegan…I can't…take much more…you're gonna make me….”

He didn't hear, or maybe he chose not to as you rasped your warning about what was going to happen in mere minutes.

As soon as you finished your pained words, Keegan flicked those blue eyes up at you and that was it. You could not stop what he had built up and set in motion. Tensing your core and gripping the hair on his head tightly, you rammed yourself down his throat and let the fruits of his labor be known. The rush of hot and viscous cum hit the back of his throat and cascaded down his gullet. You held him flush against you as you both rode out the shockwaves of what he stirred up.

Panting and sweating, you let Keegan ease himself off you. He pulls back, a glass thread of saliva stringing between his lips and you. Those glacial eyes of his flick up to see the deep flush on your face as you pant and he can't help but feel his heart sing out for you. He's elated you permitted this and he feels like the two of you have crossed a threshold you both so longed to traverse.

You pull him up to you, rewarding how with a soft and tender kiss- a token of your affections.

“I hope we can do that more often,” he laughs as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Definitely… and maybe some other things too!”

#BlackTacMopsi Writes Garbage #call of duty #keegan p russ #call of duty ghosts #cod keegan #cod ghosts #keegan cod #keegan cod ghosts #keegan smut #call of duty keegan #keegan russ #keegan russ smut

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cascodeddeangirlie · 5 months

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No because what if Destiel was canon when Cas met Cain in that graveyard…

I used the actual script so 99% of the dialogue is not original! Also sorry if the formatting is weird, it’s my first time posting and I’m on mobile.

“It's Cas.” Dean put his phone on speaker. He hadn’t heard Cas’s voice for a good while, but as much as he’d like to keep it for himself, they were looking for Cain. He couldn’t afford to be selfish right now. “Hey, where you at?”

“Illinois.” It was good to hear his voice again. Especially after he hadn’t been picking up his calls earlier.

“Hey, Cas, we got a lead. Cain abducted a Texas death row inmate named Tommy Tolliver.” Sam said, sounding like he barely believed what he was saying. It sounded a little ridiculous, but that was normal for them. This seemed normal. Almost like they were working a case again.

But Sam and Dean weren’t with Cas. They couldn’t see him crouching in the woods, holding a white sneaker that had ‘TDJC’ written on the bottom. When Cas spoke again, it’s nothing close to what they wanted to hear. “He's dead.”

“What? How do you know?” Sam asked, staring at the phone. Dean was worried now, his concern clear on his face.

“Call it an educated guess. Cain has been very busy.” Castiel stood, looking around. The woods where he had been were never really woods at all, just woods surrounding a clearing. A clearing full of freshly dug graves.

Dean’s fear was clear through his voice. “Okay, where are you? We'll come to you.”

Cas felt someone watching him through the trees. He looked around, unsure where it was coming from. “I'll call you back.”

Dean sighed, exasperated, and put his phone in his pocket. With Cas leaving as unexpectedly as usual, he must be okay.

Meanwhile, Cas turned around to find Cain staring at him.

“Hello, Castiel.” Cain seemed unfazed, despite being surrounded by death that he caused. Perhaps it’s natural for the father of murder.

“What have you done?” The angel is appalled, angry.

“These bodies? Just cleaning up a mess I made a long time ago.” He still sounded relaxed. Maybe there was a tinge of regret in his voice, but it was too faint to tell.

“Cain, I know what you were. But you'd resisted for so long.” He was desperate and it showed. He wanted Cain to say something to redeem this, to say he would stop, that he could stop.

“What can I say? I got the taste back.” Cain isn’t moved at all by Cas’s attempt at reconciling him. “With Abaddon's army gunning for me, I had to take up arms again, and I liked how it felt.” As he spoke, he walked closer to Castiel.

“Those were demons. These-” Cas looked around once again. The graves were appalling. The deaths were an abomination. It never should have happened.

Cain crouched down and lifted up a teddy bear. It was muddy and torn apart, and Castiel just knew that it was a small child’s favorite toy. A now deceased child.

“Humans.” Cain breathed out, staring at the bear. “Eh, the Mark thirsts for all kinds.” He lowers the bear and looks away from it.

“This is a massacre.” Castiel’s voice was filled with anger. So many dead. Children, fathers, mothers, siblings, entire families destroyed because they happened to be descended from a killer.

“Yes.” Cain looks up at Cas. He sounds almost dreamy. “And soon it'll be a genocide.” He stood, tossing the bear aside. “My children, my whole poisoned issue. A lot of them out there right now... killers, fighters, thieves, some more peaceful than others. But they still carry it... the disease. If the Mark wants blood, I'll give it mine.” He walked closer, stepping between graves. He seemed peaceful, as though he were simply accepting this as something that had to happen, that he needed to do.

“You'll kill them all? You are Adam and Eve's firstborn. Your descendants are legion.” Cas walks closer to Cain.

“At most, I'm culling... 1 in 10.” Cain said this in a way that attempted to justify what he was doing. To say that maybe it was acceptable.

He earned himself a glare from Cas. “Of everyone.”

“I’ve got time.” Cas’s glare hardened. Cain continued like he couldn’t see it. “How's Dean, by the way? I hear he did good, took Abaddon down.”

Cas looked away, losing his glare. Cain’s expression finally dropped a little.

“He's…not well.” Cain said, realizing. He knew. Cain knew that look. It’s the look his Colette wore. It’s the look of someone slowly losing their lover.

Castiel’s gaze flickered back up to Cain. “Even with the First Blade hidden, Dean is losing his fight against the Mark. If we don't find a cure…He’ll start and never stop.” His eyes wander around the graveyard again. Knowing that one day, he could be standing in another graveyard, but next time it will not be created by someone evil, not by an entity that they are stopping, but Dean. His Dean. His charge, his human, his love. The one he risked everything for. The one he rescued from Hell and reconstructed, saw every single part of his being and soul, and fell for. There was no one else like him and there never will be. Castiel already knew that one day he could lose Dean, maybe in a hunting accident, maybe to old age, something mortal, but not like this. Watching him lose himself was worse. Watching everything that made him fall in love fade was worse. Watching the soul that he sewed back together tear itself apart was so, so much worse. This, the mark, is the worst thing that could have ever happened. “He just needs to stop. I need him to stop.”

Cain saw it. He saw that he had created another one of himself, that he was destroying someone else in love the way he had destroyed Colette. Those eyes, full of fear, sadness, anger, are the same ones he saw when he looked at her. He had destroyed her from the inside out, and now he was making Dean do the same to his angel.

But it was too late.

“There is no cure. I'm living proof of that. But don't worry about Dean. I'll get to him. In due time.” Cain couldn’t apologize, not now. He knew this would happen. He had tried to warn Dean of the consequences. The final thing he knew, the most concrete thing to him, was that there was nothing he could say or do at this point to save this angel from his Colette’s fate, his new fate.

Castiel’s moment of vulnerability with this murderer passed. His angel blade dropped from his sleeve into his hand.

“Sorry Castiel.” Cain’s gaze softened, if only for a second. He had so much more in that apology than Castiel might have realized. “I’m sorry that you have to lose him like this. I’m sorry that I’m going to kill him. I’m sorry that the Mark is taking him apart. I’m sorry…I’m sorry, Colette.”

“You’re not on my list.” Cain said, then disappeared. Castiel was alone. And as he looked around the graveyard, he knew. He knew this could be his future, that Dean could end up leaving him the same way Cain just did, cold and uncaring and only focused on killing.

And he knew he would never be able to stop him.

Thanks for reading :3 apologies if it was ooc at all

#superntural #supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #mark of cain #cain spn #supernatural castiel #sam winchester #angst #supernatural angst #destiel angst

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chaoscriess · 2 years

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Fezco imagine where reader is a a bad bitchhhh ( almost like Maddy) she takes matters in her own hands and doesn’t bite her tongue. I feel like that would complement fezcos chill and quiet personality.

honestly I love this idea..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! reader is a bad bitch, kissing, pda?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. a bit short

fezco x fem!reader

you and fez met in highschool, in tenth grade.

you immediately hit it off, you expressed your interest in his.. 'occupation' and he liked that you were bold and outspoken.

he was quiet and reserved, and you were loud and weren't afraid to speak your mind.

it was a match made in heaven, man!

you met ash late into tenth grade, when fezco finally decided to let you meet him. he was always reluctant to let you meet ash, he thought it got you too involved in his shit, he didnt want you to get hurt because of him.

you quickly took a liking to the young boy, basically taking him in as your own.

soon enough, you and fez were seen everywhere together

every time someone went over to his house, you were there

when he went to get groceries, you were with him, holding the list.

when you went anywhere, fezco was always there, watching over your shoulder

he liked to protect you, you were bound to have some enemies. someone had to be out to get you, it wasnt possible for nobody to hate you with how often you openly disagree with people.

but, surprisingly, people left you alone. maybe they were scared of you, you two were a pretty scary pair, after all.

soon enough, people started asking if you were dating.

you weren't, so it always caught you off guard, no matter how many times people asked.

eventually, fezco realized he had feelings for you.

he always knew he felt differently about you, but he always thought it was in a friendly way.

yeah, he was way off.

actually, he had been in love with you for months.

and it turns out, you had been in love with him too.

you didnt know it though, if you did, you would have told him, even if it would have had bad consequences

it didnt though..

here's how it went,

"fez, I love you". you two were sitting on his couch, watching an episode of a show the both of you loved. he turned to look at you, not actually paying attention to you. you were focused on the tv, suddenly extremely nervous. you didnt like the feeling, it felt like you had food poisoning or something. "yeah, I love you too, y/n". you sighed and rolled your eyes, turning to look at him with a deadpan face. "I dont think you understand, I'm in love with you, like, actually." his face wilted into confusion, tilting his head as if asking you if you were serious. "wait.. like, actually?" you scoffed and rolled your eyes again, looking back to the tv. "yes, like,actually, fezco."

you watched through the corner of your eye as he smiled, looking you up and down a few times. your brows furrowed, was he seriously checking you out right now? "shit.. you serious?" you scoffed and stood up, walking towards the front door. "wait, wait, no, dont leave.. fuck, I love you too, y/n". you looked back at him to see him standing with a worried look on his face, it was odd to see him like this, it wasnt really 'fezco behavior'. you were too focused on his behavior to understand what he was doing or what he said prior, but the next thing you knew, his hands were on your hips, pulling you towards him and his lips were on yours.

after that, you and him were somehow together more often than before.

when he sat down, you were always sitting next to him or on his lap.

you were always at his house, practically abandoning your own.

everyone said you shouldn't be together, that you were too different.

you didn't think so, though.

you two were perfect.

#chaos calling!#fezco #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fezco supremacy #euphoria x reader

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grandeoatmilklatte · 10 months

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A Good Night 🍻

Hello and happy Weasley Wednesday once again! This week’s theme was “drunk” so here’s my contribution! Full disclosure - I struggled to complete this one on time and went through multiple drafts of it before I was happy with it. Hopefully you like the finished product! Since I was pressed for time, I am posting this on mobile, so please ignore any formatting issues. I’ll fix them once I’m on a computer!

Also - if you’re waiting for the part 3 of my Ominis x MC series Undying Love, I promise it’s coming later this week!

A Good Night - Garreth Weasley x Slytherin Female MC

Summary - Cliche Slytherin party drunken shenanigans! 2.2k words!

NSFW/18+ Smut! Characters are aged up and consenting adults. There is some drunk sexy time in here, please don’t engage if you’re under 18!

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MC placed the ladle in the last bowl of punch and placed it on the table before taking a step back and admiring her work. Everything was all set for tonight. Slytherin house was hosting another one of its big parties. The parties were usually exclusively for those in the Slytherin house, but since MC had taken over the role of house party planner in her 7th year, she was allowed to invite a select few students from other houses to the party. She had decided to invite her crush, Garreth Weasley, and his best friend Leander, who were Gryffindors. There was always a silly little rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor house, but MC didn’t care. She had a crush on Garreth since their 5th year, but was always too afraid to tell him how she felt. Now that she was in her 7th year and had grown some confidence in two years, she was hoping inviting Garreth to this first party of the school year would be her opportunity to tell him how she felt.

“Wow. You outdid yourself, MC! This is going to be one hell of a party! I can’t believe you invited Weasley and Prewitt, though. I still can’t believe you even have a crush on Weasley. Yuck!” Sebastian said as he walked into the common room checking out your work.

“Oh shut it Sallow! You don’t see me picking on you for your feelings for Ominis do you?!” There was a bite to MC’s voice, but she was mostly just messing with her friend. Sebastian looked around quickly, ensuring that no one was around to hear her say that. “No!” Sebastian whispered angrily. “And could you please not be so loud?! You’re not the only one scared to admit your feelings for your crush, you know!”

“Well maybe you will tonight! I know I’m hoping to. And if anything, there’s always this liquid courage to help us with that!” MC tilted her head towards the underside of the tables, where numerous kegs of firewhiskey were waiting to be opened up. “Alright, I need to go change before everyone starts showing up! See you in a few!” MC shouted as she dashed up the stairs to her dorm room.

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“Okay so, which one of these makes me smell more desirable?!” Garreth said as he aggressively waved two cologne bottles in Leander’s face.

“Mate! I’m probably not the best person to ask that to! Just go with either. I’m pretty certain MC likes you back. She’ll like you regardless of your cologne. I mean, she did invite us to a Slytherin party, you know, the ones NO ONE from Gryffindor EVER gets invited to. She’s the most popular girl in school, she could have invited anyone from any of the other houses but she invited you. I know I only got invited as your plus one, but you were the main invite. That has to mean she fancies you. There’s no way she doesn’t!”

Garreth sighed, wanting to believe his friend, but having a hard time believing that MC, the most popular girl in school, as Leander had put it, had invited him to her party. Of course, MC and Garreth were friends, and she could have totally invited him as a friend, but to Leander’s point, she could have invited anyone, but she didn’t, she invited him. He had loved her since 5th year; she was so willing to get in trouble for him and steal that fwooper feather from Professor Sharp’s office for him. But he always thought she was too good for him, assuming that Sallow or any of the other Slytherin boys would have stolen her heart already, but none of them ever did. Garreth never thought for a second that she was holding on to her heart for the likes of Garreth Weasley, but little did he know how correct that was.

“I don’t know, mate. What if she doesn’t feel the same? I don’t want to make a fool out of myself!”

“Garreth, you make a fool out of yourself daily in class, and she loves it. It’s going to be fine!”

Garreth sighed once more and made a quick decision on the cologne, spritzing himself, and giving himself another glance over in the mirror. “Alright! Let’s do this!”

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The Slytherin common room was loud, dark, and hot, the party in full force. Tons of students present, getting drunk and dancing the night away. MC made her way through the crowds of people, eager to find Garreth. She hadn’t seen him yet, and was beginning to worry he didn’t show. She did find Sebastian however, he was on one of the couches, drink in hand, him and Ominis looking very cozy together. A smile formed on her face. She would consider this night a win if even one of them got lucky tonight. MC made her way over to the couch.

“You boys look like you’re having a good time!” She shouted in a suggestive tone. She hadn’t noticed this from a distance, but when she sat on the couch she noticed Sebastian and Ominis were holding hands. Ominis turned to her, way more smiley than he usually ever was. “It’s too loud in here!” He yelled. “But Sebastian was saying maybe we should head back up to the dorm, go somewhere quieter, weren’t you, love?” MC looked at Sebastian in shock, and he returned her look with a smile and a wink. “Yes Ominis, we should head up there now!” The pair stood up, Sebastian taking Ominis’s hand.

MC stood up too, leaning in and whispering “Good luck!” In Sebastian’s ear. Sebastian repeated the action. “You too, by the way, he’s over there by the snacks, go get ‘em!” MC turned to see Garreth, turned back to Sebastian to flash him a smile before she quickly walked over to the snack table.

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“Garreth relax! I see her now. She’s right over-oh shit she’s coming over here!” Leander explained, trying to calm down his friend who appeared to be having a nervous breakdown fueled by his drunkenness. He had gotten extremely nervous from the moment he walked into the party, and had been chugging shots of firewhiskey to calm his nerves. Four shots in though and it hadn’t worked, now he was nervous AND drunk.

“Shit!” Garreth shouted as he sloppily shoved the remainder of the pumpkin pasty he had been eating into his mouth, swallowing as quickly as he could to not look embarrassing in front of MC.

“Hey you two!” MC exclaimed when she approached. “Enjoying the party?”

“Great! Yes. Wow. You look…wow!” Garreth slurred out as he looked MC over. MC noticed his eyes, they were a beautiful shade emerald green, as they usually were, but this time they were a little glassy, indicating his drunken state. Even so, she loved getting lost in his eyes, and kept her stare for a few seconds before Garreth wrapped his arms around her waist and aggressively pulled her into him, almost knocking her over in the process.

“Has anyone ever told you…hiccup…that you are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?” MC giggled at Garreth’s words and his hiccups, them being the cutest, most high pitched hiccups she had ever heard. She knew he was a bit drunk, but she still couldn’t help but melt at his words.

“I think…hiccup…I think I might be…in love with you? No no I…I am! And I know I’m…a liiiiittle drunk. But! I know that I love you so so much! But not as a friend! As a more than…friend! Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

MC was taken aback by the confession, her jaw dropping slightly. She looked up at Leander, who was watching this entire interaction, with a silent question on her face. Leander nodded his head, “I know he’s a little drunk but, yes, it’s true.” MC’s eyes came back to Garreth, his hands still on her waist and his eyes glued to her, the most loving look in his eyes. She decided it was now or never, and wrapped her arms around Garreth’s head, pulling him into a soft, sweet kiss. They kissed for a few seconds before MC pulled away.

“Did you see that?! She hiccup kissed me!” Garreth asked as he turned around back to Leander. Leander just laughed, grabbed himself a drink and looked at MC. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then! Have a good night you two!” He then gave MC a wink and left. MC turned back to Garreth, his hands still glued to her waist. “Well, tonight is gonna be fun!”

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The pair crashed through the door of the empty Slytherin dungeon’s girl’s bathroom, refusing to break the furious kiss they were in as they stumbled in. Garreth pushed MC up against the door, his hands still not having left her waist since he first put them there 20 minutes ago. They had stayed at the party to continue drinking, but had now grown tired of the party, eager to find a place to be alone.

Garreth was making a desperate attempt to pick MC up in his arms, which normally he could have probably done, but in his drunken state, not so much. MC laughed against Garreth’s lips. “My arms don’t work!” He slurred out laughing, which made MC laugh harder. She pushed against the door and pushed him into one of the sinks to continue kissing him, but he slipped a little when he made contact with the sink. He looked down at the sink, which was a previously broken, non functioning sink.

“Ooooh. I broke the sink! My aunt is going to be so mad at meee!”

“Sweetie, it was already broken. It’s been broken for a while.” MC laughed.

“Oh…why is there a little snake on it? Hi snake! Does it have a name?”

“I don’t know. Now get over here!”

MC crashed her lips into Garreth again, resuming their make out session. After a few minutes, Garreth had managed to flip their position, so that she was the one up against the sink. It was easier to pick her up this time, as Garreth sat MC on the ledge of the broken sink.

His lips moved down to her neck as Garreth began to run his hands up her thigh. His hands trailing up her skirt as he continued his assault on her neck. She couldn’t wait to proudly show off the love marks that would surely be present the next day. She then let out a gasp as she felt Garreth’s hand reach her underwear, already damp from the evening’s activities so far.

“Oh baby! You’re already so wet for me!” Garreth groaned out as he slipped his fingers under the waistband and through her folds. He began to sloppily rub circles into her, MC letting out a harsh moan in response.

She didn’t care one bit who heard her, the alcohol in her system dissolving any inhibitions or reservations she had. Garreth out a moan as well, reveling in the feeling of MC’s wetness that he was responsible for. He then dipped two fingers into her, MC letting out a sinful groan that likely could be heard from outside.

Garreth wasn’t gentle about it, harshly pumping his fingers in and out of her. She spread her legs further and lifted her skirt higher, giving Garreth more access to her. The sink was not a comfortable seat, but that was the last thing on her mind as she crawled closer and closer to an orgasm.

“You feel so good, darling! So tight. So perfect. If this is how your tight hole feels around my fingers I can’t wait to feel you around my cock!” Garreth growled out.

MC arched her back and cried out as her release hit from Garreth’s words. As her body spazzed from her release, she seemed to forget she was on a sink, arching her back in such a way that she slid off the sink and onto the floor, Garreth being far too drunk and horny to catch her in time.

“Oh shit! Darling are you alright?!”

Her ass hit the cold floor hard. She winced for a moment but then began to laugh. “Maybe the edge of the sink wasn’t the best choice. C’mon, let’s head to my bedroom in the Room of Requirement where we can have some fun on a soft surface!”

The pair stumbled out of the bathroom hand and hand, and made a very drunk trek over to the 7th floor of the astronomy tower.

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When Garreth never returned to their dorm room last night, Leander rejoiced, knowing the night likely ended well. He knew him and MC were likely in the Room, MC having shown it to them both last term. On the way there, he ran into Sebastian, who was looking for MC himself. He was sporting several dark patches on his neck, which Leander couldn’t help but point out.

“Someone had a good night!”

“That I did.” He chuckled. “But it seems like our friends had a better night.” Sebastian replied.

They entered the Room to find them both still in bed wrapped in the covers, their clothes scattered across the floor. MC was sitting up rubbing Garreth’s back as he violently puked in a wastebasket he was hugging. She looked up at her friends with an exasperated look on her face before bursting into laughter.

It had been a good night indeed, and MC was looking forward to having more (less drunk) good nights with Garreth.

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#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley smut #weasley wednesday

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