#i have nightmares.... of him dying... over and over and i cant do anything to save him...

[brenbofen]

(Thanks for the earlier answer about headcanons!)

Could i request an angst (sfw) where characters someone close dies or goes missing, and the reader is either a very close friend of the character or a romantic partner.

And they are shit at comforting, and so the character maybe opens up to then asks for comfort or is just distant (or however characters would act by what u think), and they dont know what to do. Shoukd they help? what to say? and so on, and that maybe gets a bad reaction out of character or pushes then away or they understand character is bad at comforting and so on.

Characters i would like to ask for: tartaglia(ajax), zhongli, diluc, xiao and scara.

(idk who could have died, but maybe scaras and zhongkis past? zhongli for when he was morax and maybe archon war or just when people close to him would die. for ajax maybe family or close friend? further i cant think of anyone.. no need that it has to be specified anyways)

Ma bad if i explained it badly, hope it isnt too long or not to your liking.

Have a good day/night again!

Trying and failing to Comfort Them ♥︎

Various Genshin Men x Reader

Broadcaster Message - Took me a second to figure out the wording, I hope this is what you asked for? Hmm, not too good at writing angst so I hope this is alright.

Notes 🗒️ - Ajax, Zhongli, Diluc, Xiao, and Scaramouche x Reader [Separate], Established Relationship, Mention of death and injury, Hurt no Comfort, Mortal reader in Xiao, Scara, and Zhongli’s parts, Reader is mentioned to be clumsy in Diluc’s part, Mention of Reader aging in Xiao’s part.

Ajax ✤

It wasn’t often you’d see your boyfriend become closed off at the sight of death. He often welcomed it, seeing it as another step in life, and if one died in battle he saw it as an honor.

But something changed when his older sister died.

He became quiet, spending most of his free time with you and his family, clinging to you and his siblings. The way he stared at you, he almost seemed terrified, terrified you’d die as well.

You tried your hardest to comfort him, help him through his greif, but it only made him close up more.

He loved you so much and didn’t want to lose you, in this he began to distance himself, believing you’d be safer if he wasn’t around because of his line of work.

Eventually he’d seemingly get over this roadblock, returning to his talkative self in public, happily bouncing banter back and forth between himself and his coworkers, playing with his younger siblings.

But in private you’d see how he’d close up again, often just holding you in his arms, any moment you’re gone for longer than you’d say you’d be he would panic, practically turning your home upside down as anxiety clawed at him.

You wanted to help Ajax so badly, but you just didn’t know how.

Anything you said or did only made him feel worse, he loved you so, so much, and you efforts to comfort him made him realize how terrified he was of losing you.

Zhongli ✤

He’s faced death over and over again through his immortal life, death of his friends, enemies, lovers, it’s something he’s learned to live with, especially working as a funeral consultant.

Or he thought he’d learned how to handle death.

One of Zhongli’s coworkers died and he suddenly becomes painfully aware of your mortality.

Zhongli’s usual dreamless sleep is suddenly filled with nightmares of you dying, watching your figure go limp before him.

You find him waking up in the middle of the night and clinging to you, gently pressing a hand to your neck or wrist, ear to your chest in an attempt to feel your pulse, confirm it was just a bad dream, that you’re still there with him.

One night you got up to go to the restroom and returned to find a panicked Zhongli, staring where you once laid with wide eyes.

Once he sees you he’s clinging to you, mumbling about how he was so worried he lost you as he grips onto your shirt, almost as if he were afraid you’d fade away.

All you can do is rub his back, tell him you’re not going anywhere, that you’re really there.

You notice how Zhongli becomes very protective of you, making sure there’s no way you could die under his watch.

But you both know as a mortal being, it’s inevitable, eventually you will pass on, Zhongli just can’t handle the truth yet and you don’t know how to help.

Diluc ✤

He hadn’t exactly come to terms with his fathers death yet, so when he saw you injured panic was all he felt.

He became uncomfortably aware of how dangerous everything was and how injury prone you were.

You find Diluc often trailing behind you, saying he just wants to be around you or has nothing better to do.

But you can tell there’s something wrong.

The way he stares at you, his panicked expression when you accidentally trip down the stairs or get into a scuffle with some slimes, how he holds you so gently.

You try to ask him about it but he shrugs and says he doesn’t know what you mean, or just ignores you.

You try you hardest to confront him, figure out whats wrong but he keeps pushing you away, saying he’s fine and you shouldn’t worry.

But you will worry, even if there’s nothing you can do to help him.

Xiao ✤

He didn’t need anyone close to him to die after you began dating for him to be constantly anxious over you.

He was so cold and distant at the start of your relationship, believing he would draw danger to you, but at the same time he wanted to be near you to protect you.

Doesn’t like it of you want to go on walks off the beaten path or do commissions as a hobby, theres so many chances for you to get hurt, or worse!

Insists on going with you if you are a member of the Adventurers Guild or just do commissions for extra mora. Denies any allegations that he worries for your well being, but you can see it in the way be panics if you even so much as get a paper cut.

Extremely protective of you.

When you mentioned how you were saving mora for retirement he was suddenly extremely aware of you mortality.

Sure he knew you could die from injury and sickness, but completely forgot you had such a short life span compared to his!

Will try to ignore the clawing anxiety in his stomach when he watches you grow older, watching wrinkles form on your face, gray hairs appear.

Will remain very distant, you can try to pry and ask what’s wrong but he’ll just brush you off.

You can’t do anything to sooth his anxiety. The most you can do is live the time you have with him to the fullest and hope he’ll soon get over this little worry.

He won’t though, you both know this.

Scaramouche/Wanderer ✤

Will fully deny and worry for you well being. In comparison to his immortal life your just a small spec, an insignificant person. Why should he care if you die?

Oh but he cares, he cares so much.

When he saw you returning from a scuffle with some Hilichurls all his warning alarms went off.

Sure he helped patch you up while scolding you for doing something so stupid. Get into a fight with a Lawachrul? You must have a death wish!

But the idea of you dying… scared him.

Scaramouche didn’t know why, of course you would die eventually! But the idea disturbed him.

The thought of your limp body, the loss of your warmth when you hugged him, your laughter gone. He hated the idea of losing you.

You noticed he seemingly became more protective of you, insisting on going on going with you on commissions, fussing over even the smallest injuries you receive.

You tease him about this, saying how it almost seems he actually cares for your well being.

Scaramouche denies it, obviously, but you don’t miss how he stares at you, his lingering touches, how he listens to your stories far more than he used to. Almost as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish at any moment.

Eventually you begin to worry and ask him about it. He scoffs and tells you your crazy, walking away without another word.

You can’t do anything to try and help him through these worries, he just rolls his eyes and mocks you if you try.

It’s frustrating! You want to help him but he won’t let you.

Scaramouche just learns to live with his constant worries about you, continuing to deny any such thing when you bring it up. Eventually he might crack under the constant worries and come running to you, but neither of you know if or when it will happen.

#📺 brenbofen rambles #headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #childe x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact angst

[shuichi1-1]

How would the agents react to you actually dying on a mission.

This is not proofread!

Characters: Fade, Harbor and Sova

Warnings: Death, mentions of injuries and grieving.

Sova

He locks himself away in his bedroom, only ever goes out if its nessecary.

Way more quiet if he is out on missions and more strict while training.

If anybody mentions your name, he gets pissed off and tells the person to not say your name.

He will overwork himself tracking down the mirror agent who killed you

He doesnt understand why Sage cant revive you and blamed it on her, but she understands.

When he visits his grandmother, all he does is cry in here embrace like a little kid.

He knew this job meant risks but he didnt expect you to take such a huge one and dont make it.

He keeps a picture of you on his nightstand and when he is lonely, he talks to the dark sky while holding the framed photo.

He would have bittersweet conversitations with Brimstone, as he was like a father to you, about the things you liked to do and your silly habits.

I imagined him as an animal lover, even though he is a hunter, he cares about animals and has a snow white bunny. He believes that the little being misses you too, wondering where youve been gone.

He would panick and blame himself for forgetting your voice, if it wasnt for the picture he has, would he forget your face too...?

He doesnt have the courage to pick up his bow for a while, thinking of you anytime he uses it.

He wont ever be in love again.

He thinks of everytime he had scolded you in training, every little or big argument you had, and blames himself that he couldve been more of a man and be kinder.

"I would give anything to be with her once again and hold her in my arms... Why did it have to be her?" He chokes out between his sobs as his grandmother softly strokes his hair. Shes trying to calm him down but it doesnt seem to work, so she lets Sova cry it out. In all honesty he imagined you several times, married, with kids possibly two, hes a family guy. He dreamed of teaching his son, or daughter the tricks of hunting in the cold motherland.

He will never really get over you.

Fade

She was preparing a gift for you as she heard a knock on her dorms door, expecting you to stand there with a smile on your face and kissing her, not Sage with a depressed face and torn clothes.

She goes silent and all emotions disappear from her face, a dark aura sorrounded her and poor Sage had terrible nightmares after.

She was always a woman of a few words but after your death she doesnt speak a thing, only snaps at someone who is annoying her.

The whole team has nightmares for months but none of them are brave enough to talk to her about it.

Sage delivered her the matching evil eye ring that she gave you on your first anniversary and she keeps it in a box together with hers.

She goes crazy on the mission after, destroying the battlefields.

She often thinks at the times you did Henna together, the way you smiled when she gave you matching items.

She has several pictures above the bed but she cant look at them for too long because she gets emotional.

She thinks its silly but herself and even the cats she owns, doesnt lay on the side of the bed you used to.

When she grievs, her cats all look behind her shoulder and she feels a strange sensation there, she likes to think that youre still looking out for her and the felines can see you.

"Seni öldürenin ölmesinden başka dileğim yok aşkım/I wish nothing but death upon the one who killed you, my love.. Ill revenge you and torture them a hundred times more painfull." She says while a single tear fell down her face. She stands in a dark room, filled with cameras and the mirror Cypher sitting anxiously on a chair in the middle. She rips his mask off and all followed was painfull screams and so on. None of the agents had the courage to ask, and the mirrors didnt show up for a while.

She spends her life grieving for you.

Harbor(couldnt find a gif)

He most likely experienced loss of loved ones but yours was a surprise, seeing you were an agent and could handle yourself.

It had been 2 years since he joined the protocol and your one year anniversary, that day you and him were out on a mission on Split and he left you alone while rotating to the other side.

He didnt notice you not catching up, after a while he heard a scream and smoke coming from A site heaven.

He rushed there with his wall up and gun out, but all he saw was you trying to breathe through the coughs.

Only emotion on his face is a sickly worried one, hes panicking and calling for Skye to heal you.

Back up didnt arrive on time and Skye was too injured to heal you.

He felt your heartbeat stop and you died with a smile on your face, in his arms.

He shouted your name several times and screamed, that scream made everyone want to cry, it waa full of sadness and loss.

He never seemed to have a real smile after, he tried to keep his golden retriever energy but it never seemed to be the same

He just couldnt accept that you were dead, he hoped you were just away and will come in through the door one day and smile at him once more.

But that didnt ever happen.

"Riptide, i know you are just joking. Please come home now, its not funny anymore. I utterly miss you, come back to me finally.. Its my fault, isnt it?.."

He laughed while clutching the clothing on his chest and tears pouring down his face, his hair was a mess and he was holding onto the plush you always slept with. He cant look at phoenix without seeing that smug smile while the mirror him left the fire lit place you died at.

You were the fire girl to his water boy, now hes alone again.

I apologize if Harbor and Fade is ooc but ive never written for them, im sorry ;;

#valorant x reader #valorant #riotgames #sova x reader #kayoxreader #harborxreader #harbor x you #fade x reader #sova x you #gaming #riptide #lol #character x reader #headcanon #fanfiction #x reader #yoru x reader

[allamericansbitch]

I think they think it's a dig to Joe, because of the whole pain and trauma bit as in he didn't wanna marry her, she was dying inside because of it and the relationship not going well so rumours of them being married caused her all that pain. It's not new information by any means but it just makes swifties enraged because he didn't wanna marry her and who wouldn't etc etc. Not gonna lie to you, seeing everything that happened since April and how Taylor herself has been handling it herself I would have doubts myself and if anything I don't think he regrets his decision at all. Imagine how much of a nightmare it would be if kids were involved? Would we have a Joe Jonas and Sophie media war kind of thing?

It's sad for me to say this but Taylor and her friends are in mid thirties right now and it's expected you have grown out of some high school like behaviours. Liking tiktoks and posts and trying to shade your ex is like...at this point one would know better to do the shit talk in private. There's also a big power inbalance here, Taylor and her friends are not regular people, they are celebrities so all these things don't have an audience of 10 people. Even if Joe said something, he has even less power in the public eye than Calvin so everyone would destroy him. He knows that for certain, Taylor knows too and is so incredibly shitty she's putting him in that position. It sucks that he hurt you, but he's also a human being with family and friends who hurt for him. His family also just suffered a family member's death last month so I think they are also not 100% mentally ok right now. You're putting him in a worse position than the one you once were in. Is that like some kind of joke to re-enact reputation but this time she's the one starting a hate wave towards the person she credited so much for helping her ride hers?

you know what's also interesting? Travis ex implied he was with her and strung her along with the marriage thing too. But swifties response is/was that he wasn't sure because she wasn't the one for him like Taylor is. And sure that could be true, but makes you think he did the same thing or similar to what they think Joe did or didn't do and in this case because it's Taylor and they don't think he can get anyone better than her you don't see anyone saying well maybe he didn't wanna marry her, because he was also not sure she was the one

the fact that they do not see taylor as a human and admit that she might have flaws that dont make her a perfect partner and joe committed the cardinal sin of not forcing himself into a marriage is insane to me, and its also insane that literally anyone cares about this. like move on. but sadly it's almost impossible to move on because taylor keeps reminding us lol. and she knows he cant say anything, she knows shes got an army of millions who are so brainwashed they cant even think for themselves at this point.

and their extreme bias toward travis is insane. they turn a blind eye to everything he does because they think hes a god or something now. if it was discovered joe was excited to meet trump, made fatphobic tweets, called women breeders, played for a racist team that vocally supported Israel, etc..... i have a weird feeling it wouldnt get brushed over like it is for travis.

#answered #anonymous

[viktormaru]

alright im gonna bite, gimme the character analysis of ur fave fella

thank you anon

i cant get over how ppl seem to think omen is mean or rude?? Omen is pretty nice actually (at least to his colleagues). He seems a bit closed off and gets embarrassed by compliments and stuff ("oh what do you care") but he doesnt really talk shit to anyone in his team. In fact he encourages them to do their best (see his interactions with Yoru and Reyna).

The worst offense Omen commits is talking very ominously and cryptically to his teammates (see his lines with skye or sage, or even "I'm curious, riftwalker, when you travel, can you feel the pieces you leave behind?") which makes him sound like hes cursing them somehow, but honestly i feel like hes both kinda warning them and curious bcs he knows things they dont seem to notice.

Cmon, a guy that says "Rest now. I will keep watch." after a match ends is a guy that cares for his team. Im telling hes just a bit closed off and awkward but hes not mean.

Those things dont apply to his enemies however, Omen seems to go a little above and beyond to give his enemies nightmares, that man is full of misery in his heart and he lets it out with violence. No sympathy for the enemy. He also clearly REALLY fucking hates himself which is really sad, so killing his double is like a fucking mission, specially cause apparently doing that might give him memories about his past he might otherwise not have. So Omen can absorb people's memories.... very weird. That and the fact that Omen seemingly can detect people's feelings ("There is a Raze, I sense her laughter. To laugh again...", "I already feel their hope dying and we haven't even begun. This will not take long.") paints a very strange image of omen, my man knows whats going on underneath the surface.

Yet somehow the things omen says abt his double are so sad, my man really is suffering, like "There is another of me. How many times did I get ripped apart? How many times did I die?" is terrible, he really doesnt wish what happened to him on anyone. but worst of all is "You can finally let go." when he kills his double. he sounds so saaaad saying it, only he understands how hard it is to keep it together, only he understands its a blessing to be able to let go, that death is a mercy. thats so fucked up my blorbo is going through severe ammounts of suffering help him.

So yeah thats omen, weird to friends, a nightmare to his enemies, and his own biggest foe. I am sad he doesnt seem to have any goals other than "remember who I was" specially bcs Viper KNOWS and refuses to tell him, meaning it cant be anything good (since viper seems to like him enough afterall). What happens when he finds out ? (i wrote a whole fanfiction about it).

I think Omen deserves some weird little friends so he doesnt feel that bad all the time

[astranne]

I will happily give you more bodyguard!xiao brainrot!

Okay im making this up on the spot right now so stick with me

Imagine famous!reader ONLY ever having Xiao around i mean i think some famous people swap out bodyguards?? Idk im not rich. But only Xiao is allowed into their room personally and only xiao is allowed to accompany them to important places or any personal matters

EVEN BETTER THE FLEETING TOUCHED AND KISSES??? i am so soft for Xiao liking forehead kisses and just being completely soft like HAISJSIEJSISN

After a long day, your half tired and he carries you to your desired resting spot and he kisses your forehead and whispere goodnight?? Id fold so fast for that man. Anyways, Bodyguard!xiao practically threatening your obsessive fans that get to close or crowding your personal space? Him checking over you to make sure you have everything and your okay? HELLO IM GONNA DIE????

Bodyguard!Xiao rubbing your knuckles when your nervous about a gig or going on stage or a important meeting with your manager

Bodyguard!Xiao running his fingers through your hair while you lay on his chest and hes whispering reassurances to you and helping you relax

Soft bodyguard!Xiao only softening his gaze for you and smiling softly whenever you smile about something

Observant!Bodyguard Xiao watching you from the corner of his eye reading your body language like a hawk and whenever you show discomfort he comes over and makes an excuse for you to leave the situation

OKAY ONE ANGST FOR XIAO

Little Brother!Xiao isolating himself because he feels alienated from his classmates and he cant connect to them on a emotional level and he feels as though nobody truly ants to be his friend but because hes practically the straight A student hes always picked to do all the work on projects but hes use to it and doesnt say anything to his caregivers.

-🪶

you really said ‘lemme serve you a whole as meal’ huh? i’m not complaining, i’m thanking you while on my knees my dear fischl anon 😌

soft bodyguard!xiao... *muffled screaming* the forehead kisses?! the only bodyguard and just- AHHHH xiao carrying you in his strong arms, hugging you when you have a nightmare and waiting until you fall asleep again. he will protect you and always be by your side and if that means to scare your nightmares away?

i'm dying over my own silly little writing help me

soft and observant xiao just looking out for you, calming you with his presence when you're overwhelmed and whispering reasuring words. he will play with your hair, draw tiny little shapes on your blissful face and spoil you with kisses and hugs.

blushing rn, like,,, imagine. just imagine.

HHHHHH- THE ANGST- why do i feel called out. xiao will sit in the back, always taking notes since he can't talk to someone during lessons. he will listen to soft music, most times classical music, in the library and revise his notes, even do some future research for what else he has to do?

all his siblings are the golden apples of his caregivers, the oldest the most popular one, the middle one super sporty and he? he only has academics left, he doesn't want to fall behind and yet... yet he feels like he is being left behind.

so yes, he will do all the work, if that means the teacher will compliment him and his group for their awesome for, he will do all the work, if it means his caregivers praise him, even if it's only a short moment. what else does he have?

i'm so close crying,,, why am i writing angsty xiao, he- he doesn't deserve this!!!

anywhore- fischl anon, i love you and your brain. your brainrots are always and will always be welcome here <33 pls gimme more, i'm begging

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin xiao #xiao #soft xiao #bodyguard xiao #xiao brainrot #🌚 knowing moon #✨ star dust #⭐️ 🪶.star

[yennasun]

Okay Mt in a straitjacket and a muzzle but it's so tir he can barely speak. Though instead of being creator, it's a asylum. Maybe write it in a way that is like- very imagery?

If you're the same anon that sent the other straitjacket prompt then I apologize if I misunderstood and the other wasn't up to your liking.

I've been wanting to try my hand at imagery through words.

Additional notes:

Subject continues to show violent and even suicidal behaviors, this isn't very uncommon among individuals with illnesses this extreme. Security reported hearing crashing and banging sounds coming from the subjects cell late at night, upon inspection subject was found on the ground bleeding from the cranial area, blood was also found on the eastern wall along with a few dents. Subject was stable and was taken to the medical ward immediately, transfer to a padded cell and use of a straitjacket and muzzle is highly suggested.

- T

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He was shoved into the bright white room harshly, he stumbled and fell over as he heard the door shut and lock behind him.

He'd been in a perpetual panic ever since he'd gotten here...how long ago?

He didn't even know why he was there in the first place, he just came to being transported through the bright and cold halls of this place in restraints.

The restraints he CURRENTLY wore had squeezed him so tight he thought he'd cave in on himself, he tossed, turned and thrashed to do anything, even loosen the damn thing up a little bit.

Eventually he couldn't even do that anymore, he could just lay curled up on the soft, padded floor shivering violently.

He couldn't, nor did he even want to, begin to describe the things he'd seen. His vision was always dim and contorted, someone would seem normal one second and then their features would contort in impossible ways and any move they made would set off a terrified reaction from him.

But at least then, he could do something about it. Here, he was lost, helpless and alone.

Is this it? Nonono I can't live like this I...I CANT. I CANT...!

Rooney...? Where are you...? I'm having a horrible nightmare and I CANT WAKE UP

He tried to scream, and yet nothing could be heard outside of the cold steel door.

And still he tried, he kept trying until he had no voice to scream with. He felt like his throat was closing up.

The door opened and he looked up with the vague hope at seeing salvation, only to scuttle back at the nightmare that just entered his prison.

It approached him slowly and deliberately as MT back into a corner and brought his legs up to his chest, panic and fear very visible on the small visible surface areas of his face.

It got close, making noises that were incomprehensible.

If I close my eyes it'll think I'm dead if I close my eyes it'll think I'm dead if I close my eyes it'll think I'm dead...

He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the noises and all the sounds would just cease.

Instead his eyes shot back open at the sensation of something piercing the side of his neck.

He struggled more and tried to kick the thing away, he tried to scream again but all that came out was barely audible rasp.

I..I'm dying...I can't die here...

His breaths came out deep yet shallow at the same time and his head drooped down, he looked back up and his vision had cleared up. Instead of a nightmarish entity he saw someone with a light blue coat walking away from him before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

The corners of his vision began to dim, and he found himself in quite a predicament.

He looked down to see himself in an almost ghost like form, his arms being nearly transparent.

Looking forwards, he saw what he was seeing, he was seeing out of his own eyes but it'd been blocked by something.

Looking behind him he saw an endless darkness, endless yet comforting, whispering many tantalizing promises of peace and salvation.

Instead of giving in, he turned back to where he saw reality playing like an old film.

He began striking his fists against whatever barrier was between him and reality before it shattered and he was in control of his actions once again.

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Additional notes:

Subject appears to show erratic spats of paranoia, panic and terror. Dr M tried to approach the subject and he scuttled away into the southeast corner of his cell convulsing violently and breathing erratically. I myself attempted to communicate with the subject earlier today but only shut his eyes while whimpering, I then administered a sedative. After about 10 minutes the subject had ceased their convusions before slipping into a temporary catatonic state.

- T

P.S: perhaps the idea of a muzzle wasn't a good one, I spotted traces of blood on the edges of the subjects mouth. Furthermore when I administered the sedative via injection he attempted to scream but it only came out as a painful-sounding rasp.

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The cycle continued for so long...

The only time he could get any sort of rest was when he fainted from hyperventilation.

He waited day after day in anxiety for when these...things were finally gonna kill him.

After all he'd requested it many times....

Why was he even here anyways?

That question was the one that scared him the most, no matter how much the question nagged at him in the back of his head his gut always told him he didn't want to know the answer.

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Additional notes:

Subject is beginning to show visible confusion as to where he is, or more likely, why he's here. It isn't rare for patients illnesses to begin affecting their memory. It remains to be seen whether it's safe to tell him or not.

- T

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He began piecing it together bit by bit.

It all started in his home PC...at least the thinks it was his home PC.

The environment seemed familiar but whenever he saw the place in a flashback he'd get an overwhelming feeling of dread.

He saw 2 sticks that he'd known a long time, and only one of them invoked a feeling of love and trust.

And that stick was just killed right in front of him.

"Rooney!"

He heard himself scream and his body practically fell in slow motion.

And now the person who killed Rooney was coming to kill him too.

But instead, he snapped and the flashback ended there.

He blinked back into his new, cruel reality of how trapped he was...

Of how fucked he was.

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Additional notes:

Subject seemed to be in a trance like state, and upon interaction showed no reaction to his surroundings.

Further observation is required.

- T

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An unknown amount of time later and he'd started to piece the terrifying past back together in full.

He'd seen the stick that'd killed Rooney, a sick and bitter satisfaction filled when as he looked at his mangled, unrecognizable corpse.

He'd seen himself let off an explosion that destroyed the desktop they'd been on before heading into what looked like a city...

Next thing he knew, he was at the heart of the city in a main road surrounded by now burning buildings.

He looked down and around to see what appeared to be an ocean of bodies.

He breath sped up while he waded through all the broken, bloody, lifeless scorched bodies, looking around in horror.

He saw a figure down the road who appeared to be on his knees, his shoulders heaved from the violent breaths he was taking in.

He approached the stick and spotted his blackened and burnt features going all the way up his back.

He inched closer to the distressed figure and when the figure turned around his mind shattered at what he saw.

It was himself...

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Additional notes:

Subject was found in a trance like state once again, similar to the incident last month. Dr. M Had gone in to administer sedatives and found him laying on his back staring up at the ceiling. The subject was reported to have been shaking his head violently and uttering what sounded like "no" over and over again. Dr. M immediately exited the cell.

These symptoms could be a side effect of the patients current conditions, but my current suspicion is that the patient is experiencing flashbacks.

- T

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It couldn't have been him...

From that point forward the small remnants of his mind that were intact had shattered completely, he'd hear screams of agony, begging for life only to be extinguished.

Sometimes he'd even find himself back at the scene, not as the perpetrator, but as one of the victims.

All those innocent people...

He remembered seeing red at the time, he remembered the panic as he believed them to be out to kill him, he remembered when he snapped back into reality and broke down before waking up in this prison.

He'd begged to be killed, to be hurt, anything that could take away the overwhelming guilt and mind breaking grief that overwhelmed him day in and day out.

The gaps in his memory had began to increase in length and frequency as well.

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Additional notes:

Subject has shown an alarming increase in suicidal behavior and tendencies.

Whether this is related to the incident or some kind of sick, masochistic fetish (most likely the former) remains to be seen for certain.

In any case my earlier suspicions were confirmed true, he's been here nearly 3 years now and hadn't ever shown this type of behavior before he began having those "trances".

Within the past few months, the subject would be found curled on the ground or in a corner wheeping and blabbering nonsense, these episodes have increased in frequency drastically.

Speaking out of code for these reports, I'm beginning to belive this whole venture was meaningless.

- T

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It's gotten so out of control.

He couldn't even think straight now.

All the guilt and anger and despair...it was overwhelming.

Until one day he found himself in the predicament once again.

He saw through his own eyes but this time he didn't break the barrier down to go back to reality.

Instead he turned around towards the darkness, walked through and never looked back.

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Termination notice:

Patient has been trapped in a catatonic stupor for over six months now, he's nearing his 4th year here.

Patient is completely unaware and shows no reaction to his surroundings or to verbal interaction. Moreover the patient is showing no signs of progress or recovery, as expected given his current state.

It would appear that the patient has reached his limit and retreated fully into his own mind, a sad but not uncommon situation patients with simlar conditions find themselves in.

In conclusion, there is nothing more to be gained from this little venture as once again, the patient is unable to cognitively function.

Immediate euthanization of the subject is suggested and heavily encouraged, it's what he would've wanted.

- T

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Bad ending

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I hope this one had enough imagery, it's been a bit since I've written anything cuz I've admittedly been slacking off.

I took a more twisted route for this story, since you obviously need to do something bad to end up in a psyche ward.

#alan becker #avm #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm king orange #ava #avm mango #avm mt #writing prompts #ask prompts

[darkleysgarden]

It Will Be Okay

Originally posted June 12th 2022 (Now November 11th)

I am posting all of my old fics onto here so that I can make an official masterlist

Requested by Scratchingmyass (She wanted it first person, so it is.)

Warnings: Self-harm (scratching), Night terror/nightmare, past major character death (Lilith), slight gore

Ship: Dialuci

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Angst

Words: 1168

Summary: Lucifer has been having bad nightmares ever since his sister passed away.

Luckily Diavolo is here to help.

I woke up with my heart beating impossibly fast.

Every chance at breath became a futile attempt, no air officially entering or leaving my exhausted form.

I didn't feel like I was at home. I wasn't in my room anymore.

Lilith was right in front of me.

Lilith was falling. Her hair flew around her in wild waves. Bright blonde contrasing the dark skies behind her.

Lilith was wounded. Blood bubbled and oozed out of her stomach, far too much was seeping out of her for anything to be alright.

Lilith was dying.

.

.

.

I fell

I was falling just as she had been.

I wasn't fast enough. My wings weren't moving fast enough to catch up with her dead weight. They gave up trying, pain becoming too unbelievable.

I land beside her.

I hold her delicate form in my arms, wondering where I went wrong. Her long hair was perfectly framing her face. And she was smiling. Why was she smiling? Couldn't she see she was dying? Tears ran down my face. She was becoming blurry. Tears ran down her face too. But she was smiling.

How could she be smiling at a moment like this!? I placed my hand against her cheek. She was becoming cold. Why was it so cold out? Her skin was icy to the touch. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. It trailed slowly down the outline of her jaw. Dripping onto her sleevless shoulders. Her state was terrible. Arrows were shot through her stomach. One shot in a very vital organ. Her wings were drenched in blood and agony. The war had been hard for everybody. I was worried everyone wouldn't make it out alive. Whether it be Mammon, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, or God forbid Lilith.

Someone wasn't going to make it.

It was inevitable. Why did it have to be Lilith? The beautiful young girl who fell into the worst kind of forbidden love. The same girl who could put a smile on anyone's face. Cheering up all her older brother's whenever the day's got too rough. The girl who had shiny long hair the ran down to her feet. It would glisten in rain and sun. Making everyone around her curious as to how she kept it so nice. Even if she could be a handful, a troublemaker like Mammon and Belphie had, she was still my sister. My only sister.

Her hand reached up to my face, tremors ran through her body. This only reminded me of her sad state. My tears ran harder. Sobs choking the words I wouldn't have been able to say either way. She brushed my hair out of my face. Most of it fell back into place. But it didn't matter.

"Thank you"

Her eyes were beginning to shut.

"Lilith please don't do this! Think of your family! Think about Beelzebub, Belphegor, your brothers!" "Think about me."

I was sobbing hard, making it difficult not to choke over my own tears.

"You can't leave us Lilith! Please...."

Her eyes were now fully shut.

A hand was placed on my shoulder. I flinched at the sudden action.

"WAKE UP LILITH WAKE UP! YOU CANT- YOU CANT DIE!"

"I won't let you die like this. That's not what he would have wanted Lilith... Please... Think about the sweet human you saved. You're a great angel Lilith. You helped so many people. Please."

"She's far too gone to be saved," A man said behind me.

I look back to see the Prince of Devildom, Diavolo. Next to him was standing another man with teal hair. I vaguely recognized him as the butler that would tend to him whenever the two of us would meet.

"Diavolo, I will do whatever it takes I don't care! Make sure she gets to live on! Gets to find love and grow old with whoever it may be! Gets to live!" I begged him with everything I had.

"Diavolo I pledge my allegiance to you if that's what it takes!" I yell, probably very loudly.

He smiles.

.

.

.

I'm in a cold sweat, laying in my massive bed. That was a couple years ago. Lilith has been dead for years. I could feel my nails digging into my arms. I couldn't save Lilith.

I couldn't save anyone.

Now me and my brothers are stuck in Devildom because of me. Lilith isn't around because of me. Our lives are ruined because of me She's out there in the human world, living life with no knowledge of us. The family that continued grieving for her. She has no knowledge that even after all that I am still sleeping in the same bed as the demon prince.

Speaking of, he had woken up, evidently noticing my loud crying. I was now scratching my arms, looking for some sort of relief from the pain I was feeling. I had failed her.

Diavolo noticed me and softly grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands away from my arms.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay," He said quietly.

I tried to reach his eyes but found my own dashing around the room.

I was disappointed in myself but I could also sense Diavolo was disappointed in me. After all I hadn't scratched or further in months. Hadn't had a bad nightmare like that in months. All the progress I made felt useless as it all washed away. The angry red marks evidence of yet another one of my failures. I tried to focus on the man in front of me. I was here with Diavolo. The man I loved, dearly. Lilith has been dead for years. It's time to move on. Everything is okay.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" He asked, warmly.

I slowly nodded my head. He carefully embraced me.

"It's okay, Lilith wasn't your fault, neither was it your brother's, only those fighting for the worst side can be blamed," He whispered.

"I want you to know that I am very proud of you, relapse or not," He comforted.

"Thank you Diavolo, for everything," I whispered into his shoulder.

"Of course," He smiled as he loosened the hug so we could look each other in the eyes.

He brushed the hair out of my face. If it reminded me of Lilith, I chose to ignore it. It didn't matter, because he wasn't Lilith. All that matters is that I'm here right now with my loving boyfriend. My brother's are at The House Of Lamentation, doing perfectly fine.

Lilith is in the human world doing fine.

And most importantly, I'm doing fine, and Diavolos doing fine.

It will be okay. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but in due time. Lilith will always be painful memory. But, one day maybe I will be able to think of bittersweet memories without bursting out into tears. To stop the urge of scratching my arms until they are bleeding the same way Lilith's were when she died at the slightest thought of her.

Not today, but it will be okay.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me dialuci #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #fanfic

[wu-kongs]

The generals in the future- oh there's no way macaque isn't gonna try to cause trouble. If wukong isn't honest with the generals about things (and knowing wukong he would never talk about what happened to them in the future), he will then. He cant stand seeing them worship someone that let them die, not when he can still smell the burning fur and hear their dying screams in his nightmares.

If they want to be bootlickers after they know, fine. But they deserve to know (in a shocking turn of events, he isn't mostly motivated by wukong suffering this time, he's motivated by trauma)

wukong's initial reaction to seeing them at all would kinda give away what may have happened. i mean... they're not dumb, and they wouldn't let themselves be led on for too long either. more than anything else, macaque being a bitch would just accelerate the truth coming to light. it's also not like wukong spent all their time together pre-journey lying to them, so they would expect the truth, and he would remember that. rather than straight lying, he'd probably dance around it until it became unbearable—or until macaque forced everyone's hand, which is likely to happen first because again. he's a bitch. and wants his vengeance. and to be validated. these things are not synonymous and can all be true at once.

still, him doing that would easily upset everyone involved, the generals especially. it's not helping anyone in the end LOL tho that obviously wouldn't be his goal. what would he even do then? the truth is out, now what? now what's the payoff? what's your next move, macaque? you know? it's almost like him working himself into a dead end over it. the outcome is forcing wukong's hand especially with the outcome of some sorta reconciliation between him and the generals, that's the best case. worst case is that a fight breaks out.

but also i guess. the generals realizing that macaque has feelings and is really super scarred from whatever must've happened. why would he lie about that? mei houwang, what did you do?

so this is it, this is the situation that finally leads to wukong and macaque possibly making the fuck up. or at least laying out what happened and being honest with each other.

#ask #anonymous #huaguosida #it's just. like what does maq do when he finally exposes the truth huh #his trauma is literally what he's hinged his entire revival existence on #if he doesn't have that then what does he have #so obviously the Thing To Do is heal.

[emmyrosee]

gosh, im so happy u reblogged the character bingo I've been dying to send u him. the man. the myth. the fattest ass in the family. miya osamu.

THE WHOLE ASS, THE LOVE OF MY L I F E🤤

(As you can see I got very excited for this HA-)

Also I stole this format for explaining from my lOVE @meloomi I hope you don’t mind! 🥺💍

If they were real I would marry them: even aside from all my posts and my memes for Osamu, I genuinely feel like he’d just be an amazing husband. He understands insecurities about feeling inadequate or not enough *cough* atsumu u bITCH, he works hard, literally opened a restaurant, and I just… like he’d be such a good husband, give him tO ME-

They’re like a blorbo to me: assuming I know what blorbo means (which I probably don’t LMAO), there’s just constantly a song or scenario where he’s the star, and it does bring me plenty of motivation and excitement to introduce him to said scenarios and make it reality

They’re deeper than they seem: going back to the first part, I feel like the insecurity piece is just. So real. Yes, he was liked among his peers, people said he was better than Atsumu at VB, but nothing hurts worse than being told you’re not good at something, than by your own twin, who’s been by you since day one. All that comparison, yet still not approved by his brother. And I feel like that really stuck with him, and now that his brother is this successful player? Come on. That must sting

I like them enough to project my own issues onto them: lmao pls see above HA- also if you’ve read any of my osamu angst, or even some of my fluff? Those very much stem from a place of MY insecurities, or from a place where Osamu’s love and playfulness is something I so desire to have, but fear I may never get the chance to.

I want to carry them in a handbag like a tiny dog: uhm he’s the literal cutest and I’d take him everywhere. If he were real and he were my man, I’m flaunting you EVERYWHERE dawg

I’m mentally ill about them: again, assuming this means what I think it means, I’m an absolute wreck over him. He plagues my dreams and heroes my nightmares. I can conjure any scenario and stick him in it, hence why he’s my most frequented character. If there’s an idea I like and I can’t think of anyone else, I known darn well Osamu is a perfect fit, and more often than not, I HAVE to find someone else bc otherwise, everything I write would be for samu, I’m just. Like stop plaguing me sir, I’m already in love with a fictional character what more can I give-

They work better as a dynamic: even in the manga and the anime, him and atsumu were together. They were the OTHER freak duo, that twin telepathy is real yo. I also feel like he just doesn’t like to do things alone; he loves having support, be it from his teammates, his mom, tsumu, anyone who’s on his sideline (let’s not forget that scene where him and Atsumu practically beg for kita to keep his approval for them oh my GOD I CANNOT SOMEONE BURN ME ALIVE-)

They’ve never done anything wrong in their life <3: and you caNT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE-

#ISA I LOVE YOU #THANK YOU FOR PLAYING #i literally wrote a novel for this someone just. take my phone away- #osamu miya #miya osamu

[kimikudario-blog]

Diagnosed.

I was diagnosed with PTSD with complicated grief for almost two years now.

PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Its not easy. Everyday, for me, is like living in the same situation over and over again.

What is the situation? It's the time when God took my mother home. It was the saddest and most painful thing that happened to me. Me and my siblings were there and I am the only one affected. Its a good thing. I dont want my siblings to experience this agony.

This is how my day look like: I cant sleep properly since I am having a nightmare (Nightmare consist of someone close to me dying), I will wake up anxious with body pain, head ache and nausea. If I dont drink meds for my anxiety, I will be anxious all day. I would be depress that I have to like push myself harder to work or to do house chores or just to smile. I just want to lay down all day. I feel so tired.

Its crazy that I get so tired without doing anything. I dont know why but I guess its because of the battle that's going on my mind. Everyday, I fight not to hurt myself. Every second, I fight not to take my life. I want to live.

I want to thank my Psychiatrist, my Psychologist for being so understanding and so kind to me. For my family who's always there (though some of them dont fully understand whats going on with me but I appreciate that they try to and ask questions and of course I appreciate their prayers) For my friends who make themselves available every time I need someone to talk to. For Cindy, who became my second mother. For Lolo because he go through extra effort to research about mental health and corporate it to his preaching. For tita miles who always there like 24/7 to listen. And to God whos always reaching out to me; Grace as sweet as honey - sustaining me everyday.

Mental health is as precious as physical health too. Some of you dont believe in mental health illness. I encourage you to read books about it, or you can just google it. Ask doctors. Dont judge. Have an understanding heart. You are blessed that you dont experience this pain.

If you are curious, you can ask me.

Yes, I do take medicines. Its well maintained. I just need to avoid my triggers.

Triggers:

Anything related to death (Im sorry if I cant go to your family's wake)

Anything related to medical field (I cant even read my textbooks without crying)

Screaming and too much noise

Hospitals - especially emergency room

Halang, Calamba

Anything stressful

Although PTSD doesnt have any cure, I have faith that I will be healed. Isaiah 53:5. Healing for PTSD and for my broken heart.

And I just want to add that I dont have PTSD because I dont go to church or that I dont pray! Please! I have my devotions just so you know. Let's just face it, even Christians are not safe with PTSD, anxiety or depression or any mental health issues! We are not exempted from it.

Remember, in the bible, Elijah wanted God to take his life. Thats his prayer. He was tired. But the Lord have other plans for him. When Elijah fell asleep, an angel visited him and told him to eat.

Even prophets experience mental health issues. So dont you tell me I lack faith thats why I have PTSD. I pray that your hearts will be opened and see this as an opportunity to share the gospel to those who needs help.

Its like people are drowning then what you do is mock them? Thats not what Jesus would do.

#ptsd #depression #anxiety #life

[r0mantic-h0micide]

when i thought i would die, puking my guts up, wondering what i did to make god so angry, i thought of my son. of what my death would do to him. and of the fact that i would never see him again. wouldnt get to watch him grow and become a man. wouldnt get to watch him become a person. no more birthdays and random trips to the store. no more stupid arguments and laughing and crying together. all of that could have been gone in such a short amount of time. ripped away and robbed from me.

but the nightmare i had of him dying was worse than any reality i have ever lived. i carried him to the car on fumbling feet with shaking hands. yelling at mom to get in the car and drive to the hospital. i held him in my arms trying to get him to come to. pushing his hair behind his ear and telling him it was gonna be okay. and he was breathing and i was worried but he was breathing. and then he wasnt. his whole life ripped away from me in just moments. his soul leaving his body and i felt it all. i felt his life leave his body and i knew it was over and i was just hoping to god i was wrong. but i knew. and the agony i felt in that moment was unmatched to anything ive ever felt before. my heart was ripped from my body while it was still beating for him. and now that im awake all i can do is pray i never experience that again. it would ruin me. i cant even express with words the pain that i felt. knowing he was gone.

i have survived a lot in my life time. i have been raped in the most brutal of ways. i have been beaten and tortured. and i have had nightmares reliving it all. over and over and over again. there is not a day where i dont feel that pain. i have been manipulated into thinking that a man killing me out of love was even a possibility. i have been morphed into a being willing to please that man no matter what it takes. i have been groomed by that man and that has changed me forever. and it has left me broken in an insurmountable amount of ways. and i will never be whole again. no matter how hard i try. and i know that. i have tried to kill myself in being done with being alive. i have been in and out of the hospital in fear of death. i have been in the hospital, puking and praying to god to just fucking end it right there so it would all just stop. yes, there have been many times in my life where i have wished for death. but nothing makes me want to die more than the thought of living long enough to see that boy die. there is no greater pain in this world than losing a child. and that dream felt so real and i will never forget his fever and the way he convulsed in my arms. and i will never forget his sweaty forehead and pale skin. i will never forget the way his eyes rolled back in his head and foam seeped from his mouth. i will never forget my lying, shaking voice telling him it was going to be okay. i will never forget feeling his body go limp and watching his chest cease to rise once again. praying to watch him inhale again.

i have lived through many of my own deaths in reality and in dreams. there are parts of me that have died throughout my life that will never come back. and i relive those moments almost nightly. but nothing has killed me more than watching my reason for living die in my arms, right before my eyes. and i dont think anything ever will.

[selamat-linting]

update on my sims legacy challenge. its seems to be baby season for everyone.

ever since the bachelorette party, my founder was informed that one of her best friend, ava harjo, is pregnant. today she visited ava with her husband simeone, and both awkwardly learn parenting in their own ways. simeon (or whatever his name is), he went down to the basement and talk to one of the kids who hide from the family gathering to play video games. alondra, my sims, cooed over the toddler.

and then right after we're done visiting ava, l. faba called telling that she adopted a child too. simeon has to work on his aspiration milestones, so i left him at home to build skills, while my sim visited l. faba. right after she arrived, there was a thunderstorm, so they ran back in while being scared shitless. my sim spend the time waiting out the rain by practically raising the baby. l faba does not know anything on baby raising. im starting to think she's adopting on impulse or partly to get alondra's attention lol.

after the baby was comfortable, my sim ofc talked to l. faba and theyre not as scared anymore because the happiness moodlet from seeing each other outweigh the thunderstorm scare. they had a pillow fight and of course... they end up woohooing.

my sim went home afterwards, and they all seem to get on to domestic bliss. sort of. i didnt realize simeon was gloomy. I made him do a programming side job to bring in money and he cried the whole time while my sim was drinking potions to alleviate her pregnancy symptoms. oh man, this is pretty sad. theyre friendly and cordial to each other but i just cant find the time to let them woohoo other than the one time they did it to make a baby. but hey, the baby eventually came, so itll be fine right?

at first it was great, they meet this cool kid named shirley and they all get along. but the second day was a nightmare. like, there's this weird bug where the kid just wont eat even though she's hungry and alondra and her husband kept taking turns lifting her up the high chair. god! i was so sure theyre going to lost their daughter from CPS. lucky i could make her eat. slowly, it becomes tolerable. having to control three instead of one. But then, harvestfest happens, and my sims spouse finally die of old age.

RIP simeone, you never know your wife is cheating on you. she's not even sad for long. she brewed the potion of emotional stability to get rid of the grief and raise her kid while work in a job with long hours. she's getting even more addicted lol. I bet shirley is confused over how her mom can be cheery and just fine after the funeral. Even she was crying and she barely met the man because she is a newly born toddler lol. Tbf, most of her friends are dying. L. Faba died at the same time as simeone, so alondra didnt get the chance to marry her. Unless, perhaps, the book of life can help her.

Also, vanessa doesnt die or get babies. The only girl from alondra's inner circle to be childfree. She moved out of her house after the criminal career took off. vanessa, you fucked up at the robbery attempt arent you?

#sims 4 #sims 4 legacy challenge #my sims tag

[themoonandvenuslovechild]

while my creative mind is flowing here’s some things i think abt with makkari, druig, and loki with you

tw// death, angst, fluff, smut, generally just a lot of things that can be triggering like mental illness stuff so just beware

MAKKARI

•imagine getting drunk and accidentally confessing to makkari you’re in love with her

•imagine makkari not being fast enough to save you from a Deviant

•imagine makkari making you cum as many times as you can and then some just because she likes the way you sloppily sign that ‘it’s too much’ and ‘please, i cant cum anymore’ while you writhe underneath her touch

•imagine makkari walking with her hand in yours at a slow pace even though you both know she’s desperate to go faster

•imagine makkari making you breakfast and eating with you so you can feel better about eating

•imagine having a secret relationship with makkari

•imagine makkari fucking you hard and fast with a strap-on

•imagine makkari speedily signing to you about how she loves this girl and she gets lost in her thoughts and forgets she’s not talking to sersi and let’s the name of the girl slip, and the girl is you

•imagine makkari cuddling with you at night and waiting to make sure you’re asleep before she sleeps

DRUIG

•imagine druig finding you having a panic attack and for the first time his powers didn’t work on you and he just had to sit and try his best to soothe you

•imagine druig getting protective over you when he sees people eyeing you

•imagine druig using his powers to show an innocent!reader how to masturbate

•imagine druig waking you up with a cup of tea (or coffee) and then crawling back into bed with you to snuggle up

•imagine druig comforting you after a nightmare

•imagine druig braiding flowers into your hair

•imagine how much it hurt when druig left you alone and you didn’t know what to do without him

•imagine druig wrapping his jacket or sweater around you shoulders when you’re cold

•imagine druig waking you up by eating you out

•imagine druig giving you a wet dream

•imagine druig putting his forehead against yours to say goodbye when you’re dying

•imagine druig desperately trying to bring your memories back after they were wiped because of them causing you to fall ill

•imagine druig spanking you after you teased him in public

DRUKKARI

•imagine druig eating you out while makkari rides your face

•druig and makkari coming to comfort you in the middle of the night because druig can feel your sadness and anxiety and makkari can feel the vibrating of you leg bouncing up and down off the floor

•imagine watching druig and makkari and loving them both but never having the chance to confess to them until you’re on your last breath

•imagine being human but falling in love with druig and makkari

•imagine druig and makkari obsessively tending to you when you’ve been injured and (despite trying very hard) they wouldn’t let you do anything on your own cause they’re worried

•imagine druig and makkari pulling you from a depressive episode

•imagine druig and makkari worshipping your body

•imagine druig and makkari see you often centuries but youre not the sweet and innocent person that you used to be

•imagine makkari playing with your nipples and sucking hickies on your neck while druig fucks you

•imagine getting rejected by them when you tell them you love them

•imagine druig walking in on you and makkari fucking and you were nervous cause you were making and he just caught you getting fucked by his girlfriend, but he just says “i cant believe you got her before i did” and they end up explaining how they’ve both been wanting to have sex with you and have you join their relationship for a while

LOKI

•imagine loki reading poetry to you- after you’ve had a nightmare- so you can fall back asleep

•imagine loki tucking you close to his side and combing his fingers through your hair while he talks to you about stupid, unimportant things

•imagine sucking loki’s dick while he’s on the throne

•imagine loki using his “silver-tongue” on you and making you cum all night

•imagine watching loki die and mourning him before finding out it’s all fake

•imagine loki dancing with you in a huge ballroom that is only occupied by the two of you as you spin around in your pajamas

•imagine loki riding a horse with you

•imagine loki being the enemy that you fall for and end up leaving your family for

•imagine loki helping you calm down from a panic attack

•imagine loki finding you using his cape as a blanket and he can’t help but fall even more in love with you

•imagine loki introducing you the frigga because he wants you to meet his mother

•imagine loki pulling you into his lap

•imagine loki playing with your hair as you lay your head in his lap and watch tv

•imagine being enemies with loki and then one day you’re fighting and he ends up pushing you against the wall and holding your throat and he (consensually) puts you in your place by forcing you to beg to cum

•imagine loki teasing you all day

•imagine playing with loki’s fingers when your nervous

•imagine loki reading you old asgardian stories

#makkari x druig #druig angst #druig smut #druig fluff #makkari smut #makkari #makkari angst #makkari x reader #druig x reader #eternals #druig #loki x reader #loki of asgard #loki x you #loki angst #loki smut #loki fluff #mcu #mcu headcanons #eternals headcanon #marvel

[nyxerebus]

Unlikely Companions (Daryl Dixon x Female reader/ PLATONIC! Carl x Reader) PART 2 !

Part 1: Unlikely Companions 1

here it is! Part 2. its a bit shorter but i hope you like it! Might make a part 3 :) heheheh.

“Oh, my sweet girl. I got you, I got you” Daryl was whispering sweet nothings and comfort into her ear. “(Y/N)” She looked up when a familiar voice called out for her. Two smaller arms wrapped around her neck and she looked back into Carls eyes. He was crying as well. Daryl looked very surprised, (and a bit angry) as Carl pushed him back to hug (Y/N). “I’m sorry I left you” He sobbed out. “Its okay, really I’m fine” It was hard being convincingly fine, when she was covered in blood with her shirt, and pants ripped open, and after just crying her eyes out.

“We should head back, you need to be checked out by Hershel” Rick spoke up. All the boys nodded. Daryl stood up and helped her up. When she was standing again, she noticed how bare she was. Her entire shirt was open, and bra was pushed down a bit. Her pants were unbuttoned and showed the front of her panties. “Oi! Quit ya’ starrin’! Fuckin’ perverts!” Daryl shouted and moved so he was blocking the guys view on her. A choir of ‘sorry’ came from the guys. They turned around and let Daryl help her get dressed. “Can you get my backpack? It’s the orange by the tree?”

“Why cant you get it yourself?” It sounded harsh and mean, but she knew better. She knew that this was his way of checking if she was hurt. “Okay, promise not to freak out too much” It was a stupid question, he was going to freak out even if she told him she broke her nail to hard. He nodded. “One of the guys might have stabbed me in the thigh, just a little bit though!”

“What!”

“You promised not to freak out!” She huffed out and moved her hand, that had been covering her wound. Blood was covering her hand. It didn’t really hurt, and she hadn’t noticed it until they stood up, that was mostly because adrenaline was still pumping through her body. She knew that when that died down, her bruises and wounds would hurt like a bitch. “Sit back down” He, carefully, pushed her down again and walked over to her bag. When he handed it to her she had buttoned up her pants. She fished out an hoodie. “Can the others see me?” She asked him, nervous about a group of strangers seeing her half naked. “Nah, I would beat’ them down’ if they peaked. Don’t ya’ worry’” He still stood in front of her and shielded her body. He looked back to make sure they weren’t looking, and yeah. They wouldn’t dare. But when his head turned back to her, his heart broke. She had taken of her ruined shirt and was about to put on her hoodie. But her soft skin was littered in bruises and scars, bruises and scars that weren’t there when they last saw each other.

He was going ask about the bruises, but she quickly covered the body with her hoodie, or more accurately, his hoodie. A smirked made it way on his (gorgeous) lips. The hoodie reached her down to her knees. “Come on, lets get you checked out”. He threw her bag across his shoulder, with his crossbow. (Y/N) was getting up, winching when she put her weight on her injured thigh. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt his arms wrap up under her thighs and behind her back, hoisting her up into a bridal style carry. (Y/N) didn’t protest and just let him do his thing, she knew he needed to take care of her.

When they got out of the forest, she saw a beautiful farm house with large acres. They walked over to the farm house. “Hey” She looked down and was met with Carl looking up at her. “Hey big man” He didn’t say anything else, just walked by her. “Carl!” Lori shouted and ran up to him. She hugged him and reached for Rick, “What happened?” When her eyes landed at (Y/N), “Who is that?”

“Hey, I’m (Y/N). Me and Carl have been camping together for- Will you please let me talk to her?” Daryl didn’t let her stay and chit chat with Lori. He walked straight pass her and into the house. “Nope, ya gotta get some medical help. Ya can talk later”. (Y/N) wayed back with an apologetic smile, to the very confused group of people. “Hershel! Where ya at!”. And old man walked out of what she assumed was the kitchen. He had an very annoyed look, until he saw her. “Who is this?”

“My girl, and she needs your treatment” Daryl didn’t let him answer and just walked into the room Carl had been staying inn when he got shot and laid her down on the bed. Hershel realized the importance of it when he saw blood on her hands and pants and the beginning of a huge bruise on her collar. “What happened”.

“Some assholes attacked her, she got stabbed and god knows what” Daryl gruffed out. “Where is the wound?” Hershel calmly asked, getting some equipment from a drawer. “On her thigh”

“Luckily that limits the damage, none of your organs are compromised” He sat down on a chair by the bed. Daryl was standing on the other side, holding her hand. “Now I am going to have to cut off your pants, pushing them down will only worsen the injury I’m afraid” She nodded, letting him do what ever just to heal her. Hershel carefully gut open her pants. Daryl didn’t like him having a knife so close too her skin, but bit back his complaints and worries. The stitching up went fine, though Daryl needed to hold her thigh down so she wasn’t squirming to much.

Even with the pain killers, her wound hurt, it hurt a lot! After the stitching, he had examined her head, concluding she had a concussion and a broken rib. Daryl had held her hand through the entire time. Never letting go. The darkness had reached the farm and Daryl and (Y/N) was huddled around a small campfire. She was laying in his arm crook, his arms and a blanket wrapped around her. It was silent between them, few words exchanged. But he would often place a kiss on her head and rub her arms and hands.

They only got a few minutes alone, until most of the group came and sat around the campfire with them. “Sorry, we wanted to let you guys have some time together, but we needed to ask you some question and get to know you a bit” Rick sat on the opposite side of them. Carl and Lori on either side of him. “I get that, I do! I’m an open book, ask away!” She wanted to seem as warm and welcoming as possible, knowing that Daryl was staring daggers at everyone of them. He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms tighter around her, almost using his arms to protect her.

“Before you all interrogate her, I just wanna thank you. Carl told me everything, and, and you saved his life” Lori was tearing up. “I want to thank you for saving him and taking care of him. For returning him back to us. Thank you” Rick nodded along, saying a thank you as well. “Can I ask a question?” Glenn was speaking up now. “I don’t mean to be rude, but how are you together? You are so, different!” This made her chuckle. It was true, they were very different. “Well, we met at the diner I was working at, and I don’t know. We just kind of clicked” She looked up at Daryl, smiling up at him. “For me it was love at first sight”.

As the night continued, (Y/N) answered all their questions and asked her own. Even though she couldn’t talk to Carl alone, she sent him some smiles through the conversation. He would always grin back. But she felt her eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. For the first time since the new world begin, she could sleep peacefully. She was never afraid when Daryl was holding her.

“Shhhh, (Y/N) is sleeping” Carl hushed everyone when they got a bit louder. They all looed over at her and sure enough, there she was; looking like an angel. “She didn’t sleep much when we were out, never more than three hours”

“Reckless woman” Daryl muttered out, wrapping the poncho tighter around her. He saw her shivering and saw the campfire dying down. “I’ll go get more wood” He didn’t allow anyone say anything, he just carefully lied her down (using his west as a pillow and slipped it under her head).

When Daryl disappears into the darkness, whimpering filled the camp. “Is she having a nightmare?” Lori asked. “N-no, get away” (Y/N)’s sleepy voice whispered out. “Should we go and get Daryl-” Carl stood up and walked over to her. “She did this last night, I can stop it” Everybody looked at Carl confused, and Lori felt her motherly protective side kick inn when Carl laid down next to (YN). She had to remind herself that too Carl she wasn’t a stranger and wasn’t a threat to any of them.

“What are you doing?” Rick whispered out, being very surprised when Carl threw his arms around her waist and snuggled into her back. Her whimpering slowly calmed down and eventually died down. No body could deny the sweetness of the moment between the two, it was clearly Carl had become very attached to her after their days in the woods.

“Oi! The hell is going on here” The sweet moment was cut short when Daryl retuned. He eyed Carl suspiciously as he stirred in the fire and added more wood planks. “She had a nightmare” Carl’s voice was muffled with her back. “I calmed her down”. Daryl felt his heart shouting at him, shouting for him to hold her and make sure she was okay. But there was something in the way, or more someone.

“Move kid” Daryl kicked at his feet, becoming tired of the child separating him from his love. Carl refused, snuggling even further into her back. Daryl was about to pull him off her when she turned around. She was still asleep but wrapped her arms around Carl and pulled her into him. Carl looked surprised but allowed her to pull him closer. Daryl huffed out but sat down next to her. His hands could not keep off of her and caressed her arm and back.

“Its getting late, we should head to bed. Como on carl” Fake snores could be heard from the young boy, hoping he could stay here if they thought he was sleeping. It didn’t work. “Nooooo” Rick pulled him up and carried him off, not without getting an ear full of complaint from the young boy. The incident woke her up, she looked around startled. Forgetting where she was. She sat up abruptly fearing the worst when she felt Carl being pulled away from her arms, reaching for her bow. “Its alright (Y/N), yar safe” Daryl reminded her that she was safe, no longer in the woods. She sank back down into his arms. “Go back to sleep baby, your safe” He reassured her and rubbed her back, calming her down, but she couldn’t sleep. Her body was so used to only three- or four-hours naps.

They both walked back to his tent, the wind picking up and they needed ‘walls’ to protect them from the cold winds. It was pretty small, so they had to huddle close together to fit on the small cot. She was practically laying on top of him (not that any of them mind). “God, I still can’t believe you’re here” Daryl whispered into the darkness. Her head was laying on his chest, being lulled into sleep by his steady heartbeat. “When it started, I went to your campus. But it was a mess, I feared the worst” She could hear his voice breaking. She lifted her head. (Y/N) knew to well what he talked about. When she left it was a mess. Dead everywhere. She barely made it out herself. Still amazed that she survived that.

“Don’t think about it, think about how I’m here! Were together and I am never leaving you” She was stroking his cheek, he nuzzled into her hand. “I know, I know. But, (Y/N), baby, I need to know. What happened to you before you met Carl” He was scared to ask, scared to hear about how she got her scars and bruises. She took a deep breath and told about how it took her a week to escape her dorm. Because the halls were filled with the dead, she was alone, starving, until she finally broke out. It costed her a lot, having too run through broken glass, and being pushed and pull by hundreds of hundreds of hands. Tears welled up in her eyes at the memory of having too drive her knifes and arrows into her friends and teachers. “Come her’ sweet girl” Daryl pulled her square against his chest. Rubbing her back. “It felt good to take care of Carl” She admitted. “To take care of someone and not being forced to kill was good” She would often take care of those around her, taking a motherly role. Daryl knew this, remembering how she would often pack him lunch, make sure he slept and getting him to take care of her.

“But when those guys attacked us” She held back a sob. “I was so scared Daryl. They held me down, a-and” she couldn’t finish the sentence. Daryl pulled her even closer, anger building up at the memory of finding them holding his girl down. “If you hadn’t come, if they had caught up to Carl, god, I cant think of what would have happened if they had gotten us both” Tears were rolling down her face.

“baby, we can’t thin’ too much about’ it. It will drive us’ crazy” Daryl could not stand the thought about what would have happened. “We need to sleep” He needed her to sleep. “I cant” He looked down at her questioning. She didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m afraid” His heart broke for the tenth time that day. “Ya need to sleep’, Carl told me ya’ haven’t slept good- so I will stay up and watch out, okay?” She was hesitant but agreed. Feeling safer knowing that he was watching over her, that’s how she was able to fall asleep at the fire.

“I will stay up for ya, stay up forever if I have to”

#the walking dead daryl #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd #carl grimes

[messrmoonyy]

Hay, could you do number 44 for Remadora plz...😘

Some happy fluffy post deathly hallows fluff because they deserve it.

Also psa to people who have sent requests, i don’t write them in the order I receive them so if yours is taking it while it’s simply because others have given me more motivation. But it’ll show eventually :)

Prompt: sitting on the other’s lap

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: none

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Remus couldn’t sleep, the same as most nights just lately. He rolled around in bed for a few hours but eventually got up, not wanting to wake Dora. She was easily woken still, her motherly instincts still on high alert even if Teddy was past the age of waking up screaming in the night for food. And there were still old habits from the war, never truly letting yourself fall into a deep sleep. Always on edge and ready to jump out of bed and fight at a moments notice. He’d still wake up some mornings to see she had her wand clutched in her hand, still fast asleep.

She still had nights filled with nightmares too, as did he. She often asked him when they’d go away. He dare not tell her that hadn’t even gotten over his from the first war yet, Never mind the second, and that they would never truly leave her. He simply gave her the same answers every time

‘Soon my love’

‘You’re getting better everyday’

‘They won’t be with you forever’

He didn’t like to lie to her, but he couldnt bare the truth.

Thankfully him getting out of bed hadn’t seemed to have woken her from her rarely undisturbed sleep and he’d placed himself in his armchair by the fire. Christmas was coming around and the only light in the room came from the tree and the fire burning in the hearth. It felt wonderfully cosy. And homely. And domestic. And he adored it.

He finally had the family that he’d always wanted and dreamed of. He’d popped his head into Teddy’s room before making his way downstairs, the 3 year old sleeping soundly splayed out in his bed. Much like his mother he liked to take up as much room as possible, far more than a person so small should be capable of. He’d dodged the two creaky steps on the stairs and was now quite peaceful with his mug of tea and the fire.

They’d moved into the small house in hogsmeade not long after the war had ended, Remus has graciously taken back his position of dark arts professor, so it made sense for them be close to the school. Dora had been given her job back at the ministry with a hefty promotion too. Things were…. Good. They were all still in that sweet post war period where every seemed to get on, the darkness seemingly having been permanently shut out by the light. He didn’t know how long it would last. It hadn’t lasted particularly long the first time around. But then again this did feel different, because maybe the first time around the darkness had never really left. But it felt like it had now.

His days were constantly filled with light now, the bright faces of his students, the familiar feel of belonging in the hogwarts halls, then coming home to the smell of Dora attempting another one of Mollys recipes, Teddy charging around the house on his tiny broomstick that Harry had gifted him the Christmas before. Just waking up to his family, going to a job he adored and then returning home to his wife. His child. Some might call it an unbelievably dull existence, but he couldn’t think of anything he’d want more.

Even his monthly transitions weren’t as dreaded as they used to be. Wolfsbane potion was within easy access of every man, woman or child that needed it from the ministry. And no stigma was attached to collecting it either. Of course the overall acceptance of Lycanthropes was still a work in progress. But it was the best it had been in forever. His full moons no longer consisted of having to lock himself securely away, writhing and screaming for hours and hours as his bones broke and re set themselves. No, now he spent them curled up by the fire with Dora at his side simply napping the night away.

Occasionally he’d let himself think of the people he’d lost, all members of both the original and the second order that had lost their lives had gained portraits in hogwarts. Alongside all the other brave individuals that had died. He visited Sirius, James and Lily often. It got easier every time. Though James did like to throw the occasional jibe at his age, the James in the frame forever stuck in his twenties whilst Remus was in his forties now. Not that he minded. He didn’t think he’d ever reach that age so he was happily embracing it.

“ cant sleep? “ he startled slightly as a voice broke him from his daydreaming and he turned his head. Dora was stood at the bottom of the stairs, a sleepy smile on her face and rubbing at her eyes.

“ Sorry Darling did I wake you? “ she shook her head and yawned. He smiled warmly at her and placed his mug onto the coffee table before opening his arms. She returned the smile, grabbing a blanket from the back of the sofa before shuffling sleepily over and climbing into his lap. She wrapped the blanket around them both and his arms looped around her, holding her close “ Teddy alright? “

“ snoring just like his father “ his heart still did little flutters when he was reminded of the fact he was in fact a father. A proud one too “ nothing could wake that kid. You could go in there and hold a private Weird sisters concert and he’d sleep through the lot “ she played idly with a thread on his pyjama shirt and yawned again.

He ran his hand gently though her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead and looking towards the Christmas tree. This would be the first Christmas Teddy would understand more. He was holding almost coherent conversations with his parents now and was understanding what Christmas meant- his Christmas list had been a hefty one.

“ what’re you smiling at? “ Dora asked quietly, brushing the backs of her fingers against his chin. He hadn’t even realised he had been smiling.

“ Christmas with Teddy “ Dora smiled too and laughed slightly.

“ poor kids gonna be upset when he realises we couldn’t get him a real pet hippogriff “

“ he’ll love the stuffed one just as much “ it had been a nightmare to wrap, it was bigger than Teddy himself “ he’ll understand things a little more this year and not just throw his mashed potatoes at your mother “ Dora snorted a laugh at the memory. She’d been in tears she’d found the situation that hilarious.

“ it’s a good job she loves him. Only grandchild perks? “ Remus smiled and pondered on what thing his son would do this Christmas to cause chaos, morphing into random things or deciding he wanted to climb everything within reach. He quite liked the chaos though, he’d loved boring and ‘normal’ for far too long. And you couldn’t get any less normal than a werewolf with his metamorphmagus wife and their half werewolf morphing son.

They stayed down stairs for a while longer, Dora still sat in his lap and a comfortable silence surrounding them. She dropped off again after a few minutes, her breathing become slower and her full weight leaning on him. He debated attempting to carry her up to bed, but wasn’t sure his aged bones could carry her. He struggled sometimes just lifting Teddy. So he simply stayed in the chair, rested his chin onto his wife’s head and closed his eyes, getting a little more sleep himself in the dying light of the fire.

#messrmoonyy writes #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remadora #harry potter #remus x tonks #ronks #the marauders #lupin #tonks x lupin #tonks #remadora one shot #pro remadora #remus x nymphadora #hp #teddy lupin #Remus lupin lives #Nymphadora tonks lives

[my-misplaced-stew]

Nightmares

Another story copy and pasted over from my wattpad because I cant think of a single idea to write :/ BUT this time it's an Engineer x reader!

TW: Bloody noses, descriptions of drowning [but it doesn't happen, just a bad dream], nightmares

You couldn't breath. You opened your eyes to see nothing but darkness. It was cold. You were cold. You were in nothing but it felt like you were drowning. You tried to swim up but your arms and legs refused to move. You couldn't see anything and yet you could feel a presence around you. It wrapped around you, squeezing tightly. You screamed for help but all that escaped your mouth was bubbles. Trying to move all you could do was watch the bubbles float up into the darkness. You were dying.

Suddenly you jolted awake with tears rushing down your face. You were alive and sitting in bed next to Dell. The a cold sweat washed over you making you shiver. You felt something drip down onto your neck. Reaching up to see what it was you realized your nose was bleeding. You unwrapped yourself from the blanket and rushed to the bathroom before you could bleed on the shared blanket. The light practically blinded you when you turned it on.

Looking into the mirror you saw how much if a mess you were. Your nose and cheeks were both covered in semi dried blood, your eyes red and glossy. Your nose was still bleeding, dripping into the sink below. You were still crying from your nightmare, not having recovered from the horrific dream. You watched your tears mix with the dried blood. "Darlin'? You alright?" You nearly jumped out of your skin. Looking forward into the mirror you could see Dell standing in the doorway. He looked worried about you.

You hated it when you made him worry. "I'm alright Dell, just a bad dream." You turned on the tap to try and wipe the blood from your face. "Love you bled all over your pillow and are still bleedin'." He placed a loving hand on your shoulder. He did have a point. You sighed in defeat, you let the tears flow freely and started sniffling. He started rubbing your back, whispering comforting things while he grabbed a towel from the towel rack. Dampening the towel he started to clean up the blood from your face. "Thank you Dell, what would I do without you?" You choked out a sob before whipping away the tears. "You'd be standin' here with blood on your face still," he chuckled. You laughed with him, feeling calm for the first time in hours.

The feeling of fear slowly faded away as Dell cleaned you up, replacing itself with tiredness. It took around 10 minutes to clean up all the blood from your face and another 10 minutes to clean up the blood from your pillow. After all of that you could pass out then and there. "Come on darlin' let's get ya to bed," Dell guided you back to your shared room. You quickly lay in bed, not waiting for Dell to join you. You could hear him chuckle behind you before joining you in bed. He wrapped an arm around you, as a way to comfort you. The calm after the storm was the best way to describe this moment. You felt your eyes get heavy and your heartbeat slow down. Sleep welcomed you with open arms.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 engineer #engineer x reader