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ghostlyanon · 24 days
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this new med I'm taking is so eeeeviiilll
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ofgentleresolve · 6 months
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low key tempted to make a modern verse for aeri 🥺🥺🥺
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devinevirtue-a · 11 months
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Fnaf trailer drop has me feral
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dcviated · 2 years
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My face when I find out I could get both a Cinnamon and an au Marco to write with from cool peeps in the same day.
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decthe-a · 2 years
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I’m ready to lowkey sleep. I’ve sorted the muse nav layout to contain muses I want to write/will write in the image below. I just need to move the info I have wrote for Zhongli over first and I think get some basic information out for Pantalone first before tackling Fatui!Zhonglis altered info. It’s easy to tell who has psds done though and who doesn’t :sobs: 
I’m diving to bed to lurk! I’ll be playing the update tomorrow so I probably won’t be here much unless it’s to cry over the Archon quest!
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dawnedon · 2 years
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oop sorry for poofing so early last night!! i threw up my entire dinner and crashed at 8pm last night :') today i will be making Better Choices and get some things done here!!
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ixiot-ghostrebel · 6 months
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Hello my fellow ghost, I have this idea that came to my mind while reading some crack sites, imagine a Creator! Reader irritated, did not sleep well, a lot of work any excuse and goes for a walk to clear his mind, then simply sticks on the little finger with some object.
He shouts: FOR THE NAME OF!!, I AM STAR TO SERIUSLY CONSIDERING ERASE (nation in which it is) OF THE MAP.
Along with another irrelevant insult, then how would they react if some acolyte is near or even better the archons of a certain nation. I don't know, I laughed for myself thinking about this and I do not know if you will also find it funny.
In any case if you do not feel free to ignore or if you want some idea to write the priv is available. Bird says goodbye
Hello, @pajarokujo ! Though I do not see the humor, I can get what you're going for! (Is this how Tighnari and Collei feel when Cyno cracks a joke?— /lh)
I'll just do the Archons for this since I think they'd have the best reactions LOL
Venti, Zhongli, Raiden Ei, Nahida, and Furina Reacting to Reader's Tantrum
You were a little furious. You hadn't mean what you said, but in the attempt to calm yourself down, you jabbed at one part of the map and screamed, "THIS NATION. I WANT IT DECIMATED. PERMANENTLY." forgetting completely that you were the Creator and your booming voice could be practically heard by everyone.
Yes...they're panicking.
(Warning: Might Be OOC & Written Before 4.1 Special Program!)
Venti
Wisp boy is now panicked wisp boy. He ain't gonna stop trying to find a solution to save Mondstadt from your wrath until he drops dead. Quite literally.
Man, this bard is going crazy—all of his ballads have a slight air of panic to it, since everyone practically heard your threat from beyond the heavens.
So when you practically run into Mondstadt to personally reassure everyone that you aren't going to decimate the nation, Venti immediately sees your presence as his doom. He tries to keep it cool, and it sort of works? (It doesn't)
"AHAHA, YOUR GRACE!~ COME JOIN THIS HUMBLE BARD TO SEE THE GREAT TREE OF VANESSA!" "Venti, I swear to you, I—" "YOUR GRACE, IT'S WORTH IT PLEASE—"
Yeah, he's not taking the news well. But at least he'll collapse from relief knowing Mondstadt wasn't in danger after you clear up your mistake so yeah 👍 Good job, Creator!
Zhongli
The moment he hears you say that, this man is both protective over his baby (his nation) and hella scared of what the heck you're going to do to erase the Geo Nation off of the map.
When you try to enter Liyue, you "coincidentally" bump into Zhongli who tries to distract and stall you from your "objective," while also try and figure out your motive.
"Your Grace, may you please accompany me to Jueyun Karst? I believe the view there might be well, and I am in need of finding Jueyun chilis." "Zhongli, I—" "Thank you, Your Grace. Please, accompany me."
He does his absolute best to prove to you that Liyue is not a nation worth decimating for. When he hears that it was all just a misunderstanding and that, no, you weren't planning on destroying Liyue at all, he sighs in relief and decides to treat you all to tea.
Even you know y'all need it.
Raiden Ei
Gurl's not having a good time. It's almost like pre-Inazuma Archon Quest all over again. Ei's doing her best to make sure that Inazuma is the most well-behaved nation and yeah, it's kind of a disaster
The moment you step foot into Inazuma, you immediately sent to Tenshukaku to talk to Raiden Ei. She's even got Yae Miko on board with this—they cannot afford to lose Inazuma.
"Your Grace, please listen." "Ei, please—" "Inazuma has diligently followed all your orders, and we will continue to do so if you bless our nation with the chance to continue to thrive." Ei is almost going back to a similar state of being "close to the heavenly principles," only except she's here in the present and not in her eternal meditation.
The moment you get her to hear you out and that, no, Inazuma's not going anywhere, she nearly deflates on the spot. But, as she's the Raiden Shogun, she tries her best to stay composed.
Nevertheless, she's forever relieved that Inazuma is still favored by you.
Nahida
Like the others, she panics. While she is heavily worried about her subjects, and how they're faring, she has to leave that to the Akademiya's Grand Sage while she tries her best to find the reason as to why you want to decimate Sumeru.
She's heavily in thought and the moment you barge into the Sanctuary of Surasthana, Nahida immediately panics, thinking this is the end—the time you tell her to step down and watch Sumeru fall. Nevertheless, she wants Sumeru to live, and she tries to put up a fight.
"Your Grace, please tell me—what is it that made you hate Sumeru?" "Nahida, please...." "We've done nothing wrong, as far as I am aware of. Is there something that was done that makes you think Sumeru betrayed you?" She's determined to not only stall, but get you to tell your (non-existent) reasoning as to why you want Sumeru destroyed.
She's probably the easiest archon that you will be able to tell them that it was not true, and when Nahida hears this, she is both relieved, overjoyed, and making a mental note of your temperament.
Yes, she's going to five you her research about how to deal with your mood. Have fun!~
Furina
Boy oh boy...if you thought Venti was dramatic, Furina goes FULL ON dramatic. The moment she hears this, it's almost like the prophecy all over again. She panics, and she immediately demands that the charges against criminals become more brutal, and that their theatrics and soap opera are to be only top-peak level. (Neuvillette's getting a headache dealing with her, you can tell—)
When you manage to get to Fontaine, you almost don't even recognize it. The citizens are so quiet when you arrived, and moving away from you respectively as Furina immediately rushes forward and whisks you away to the Opera Epiclese to entertain you.
"Furina, please listen—" "Don't you worry about a thing, Your Grace, for I, Focalors, shall show you how Fontaine will regain your approval through their justice, and through their opera!" "Furina—" "Please, Your Grace, rejoice in our spectacles, and enjoy the feast that is brought to your majesticness!"
We know all too well that Furina is a good actor. And this situation really proves how much she's hiding her panic, despite the fact that it's killing her. She's probably the most difficult, a little above Ei, archon that will hear you out about your accidental temperament.
When you somehow manage to get Furina to listen, she immediately deflates on the spot, before immediately putting back on her elegant posture. She asks Neuvillette to go back to normal charges, and she lowers the bar for the stories, allowing her subjects the breathing room that they're used to.
She treats you to Fontaine desserts, so win-win, yeah?
And we're done! I hope you guys enjoyed it lol—See you next time! :D
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Ghost Rebel Side Notes: THIS TOOK TOO LONG—MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SJGHKJGHEUHSIE SORRY-
Please feel free to send me any of your requests for Fontaine! I'm too obsessed rn lol—especially Fremmie (Freminet)!!! Anyways, hope y'all doing well lol—see you next time :)
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sourpatchys · 4 months
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•Shigaraki Headcannons•
Some SFW❤️ and NSFW❤️‍🔥 headcannons for Skigaraki Tomura, this is my first time writing for this character so I hope it’s not OOC haha (though I’ve been writing for emotionally unavailable and touched starved men for years)
Warning: 18+ do NOT interact if you are a minor (this goes for all my explicit works) there will be a warning before the NSFW content starts if that’s not your cup of tea <3
Reader: this is written with a *female reader* in mind.
A/N: I know this isn’t usually who I write for, but honestly I think you all saw this coming at one point or another! I needed a way to get out of my writing funk and Shigaraki seems like the perfect candidate.
SFW❤️
Shigaraki isn’t exactly what you’d call the perfect partner.
He can be loud and demanding, he has no idea how to interact with other people, and there’s been a giant learning curve for the both of you.
If he happens to get too angry at you, or snaps at you in a way he finds himself regretting (he regrets it every single time don’t be fooled) he will immediately shower you in gifts.
While touch is his love language, he isn’t quite sure how to cuddle your problems with him away, apologizing isn’t, and never will be, something he thrives at.
So instead he looks into your search history, looking at all the things you’ve thought about buying, and just goes crazy.
Your love story isn’t as cut and dry as most. Honestly, when you met he had every intention of killing you where you stood, but he didn’t— instead choosing to keep you captive, and somehow you managed to force your way into his heart.
You do actually have your own room, though now it’s mostly used as a storage closet for all the apology gifts. If you’re really mad at him you sleep in there— and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up big time.
Though as the months go by and you learn each other limits (as he learns your limits) the bed in your room gets colder and colder.
As harsh as he can be verbally, he’s never once gotten physical. The whole reason you have an entire room to yourself is because he was too afraid to let you sleep with him. The first month of the two of you being official, you hadn’t even touched.
Eventually you had enough and put in an anonymous request with some hero costume designers, getting some specially made gloves so his pinkie would be covered without the threat of the fabric disintegrating.
He told you he’d never be caught dead wearing them.
He lied.
When he got to hold your hand for the first time, his entire nervous system shut down. He never wanted to let go.
He doesn’t wear them around the others, he’s not a fan of PDA, and if he ever feels like someone’s coming onto you he just kills them.
Out of sight out of mind.
He’s a really gentile lover, In the time you spend alone with him you’re always glued to his chest or being littered with kisses.
His favorite thing to do is to bite the tip of your nose or the shell of your ear and watch you try to pull away while you complain and pout
Even with how much love he has for you he’s still a sadist at heart.
He often has nightmares about you dying. He’s never had the chance to love someone like he loves you, and the fear of you being taken away from him is too much to bear.
So occasionally you’ll be put on house arrest so he knows you’re okay no matter what he’s doing or where he is.
If he’s out in missions while you’re at home, he always keeps his eyes open for things you might enjoy.
It started off with sea glass, some of the shards he’d find reminded him of the shine in your eyes
Other times it would be flowers
One time you complained to him about not having a pet, so he got you a moss ball
He didn’t want a stupid fish stinking up his room and he definitely didn’t want anything that could make noise
He soon learned the moss ball was a horrible idea though, because now every time he left you, he had to find some sort of material for you to make it a new hat. (You never asked him too)
The two of you don’t share the typical “I love yous” in relationships. He isn’t good at expressing any emotion that isn’t negative, and you don’t want to be over bearing when you know it’s hard for him ti say it back
Sometimes if he’s feeling really good, he’ll write the words out with the tip of his finger in the back of your hand.
And he’ll never admit it out loud, but he does it every night on your back once you fall asleep as a reminder to himself that you’re still here.
NSFW❤️‍🔥
Sex was complicated
Tomura was a virgin, he’d never cared enough to try before you came along, and even if he had he knew he’d just destroy whoever he tried with.
It was actually a pretty rare occurrence, your sex life was healthy, but it took awhile for him to feel safe touching you everywhere you wanted to be touched, you still felt fragile in his hands, even with the aid of the gloves you’d given him.
Though there was nothing he was against trying. No position was too bold, no act was too dangerous.
Once he found what he liked— he went all in.
His absolute favorite thing to do was pleasuring you.
He loved your harsh breaths, your whimpering.
He loved the fact that he could overpower you and gain complete control without even trying.
He would always start at your throat, nipping along the sides making sure you knew who was in charge and what he was going to do to you
He always made sure to leave a messy trail wherever he went, his tongue constantly darting out and tasting your sweet soft skin
Your breasts were his favorite, no matter how big or small, he loved leaving marks there, in a place only he ever got to see, a strong reminder that you belonged to him and him alone.
The malleable flesh always fit perfectly in his hands, he was sure they were made just for him
By the time he got down to your panties, your cunt would be pulsating and screaming to be touched
The way he would proceed would depend on how his day went
If he was pissed that day, he took time making you unwind, keeping your panties on, moving them ever so slightly to the side and blowing tiny puffs of air right where you wanted him most
He wanted you to squirm, to beg for release, dipping his tongue on every part of you but the part you craved, driving you insane with anticipation and want
He never went down on you properly when he was pissed, he never had too— he would tease and tease until the simple act of touching your inflamed clit drove you to finish
He always made sure you finished first, after all, you were his priority.
If he had a good day, he would eat you out until you saw stars
Ripping your panties down your thighs as if they were the plague, spreading you open and eating you as if you were the first meal he’d eaten in weeks
He craved the taste of you
He was almost positive the simple act of you comming in his mouth made him stronger.
If he could get over his anxiety’s of hurting you, he’d hold you down day and night, lapping you up until you couldn’t handle it anymore and begged him to stop
It was like a drug, a drug he loved to participate in.
When it came to intercourse, missionary was his favorite.
Seeing your face contort with pleasure as he fucked you senseless
The way your tits moved with his thrusts, it would be enough to drive any man mad.
He always made sure you were taken care of, weather he was rough, soft, or both, you always got the princess treatment
He would always return with a damp wash cloth, running it’s rough surface over your body, wiping away any trace of your activity
You were his prized possession, he needed to be sure you were polished to perfection— he simply didn’t trust you with that job. So he took it on himself.
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ode2rin · 10 months
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hold on to me
pairing. mikage reo x gn!reader
genre. hurt/comfort | a post-nightmare comfort | fluff | established relationship | a light angst if you squint hard !! 
content/warnings. 1.3k+ wc | characters are aged up ! | maybe slightly ooc | mentions of nightmares | self-indulgent also! | minimally proofread
in which: a nightmare made reo hold on to you a little tighter
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the room was cloaked in darkness, the only source of light being the soft moonlight that seeped through the half-closed curtains. the gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the silence as you stirred, your sleep disrupted by an unsettling feeling.
there’s no firm arm on your waist. nor is there a warm body next to yours.
confusion tugged at your mind, and worry crept in as you glanced at the empty space beside you.
a sliver of light spilled out from beneath the bathroom door, casting a glow across the dimly lit room. 
glancing at the clock on the bedside table, it reads 2:37 am. why was reo awake at this hour?
curiosity piqued, you sat up, a knot forming in your stomach. your concern grew with each passing minute, and after what felt like an eternity, you decided to investigate.
quietly slipping out of bed, you padded across the room, your bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. each step felt heavier than the last, anticipation mingling with the remnants of sleepiness that clung to your senses.
pushing the bathroom door to open fully, you were met with a scene that instantly tugged at your heart.
reo was hunched over the sink with his forearms supporting his body weight, his disheveled purple hair falling across his face, partially obscuring his troubled expression. the soft glow of the bathroom light illuminated the lines of distress etched on his features.
“reo…?” you whispered, your voice filled with concern, trying to get his attention.
he turned his head slightly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and relief as he recognized your presence. “why are you up? it’s late.” 
“i should be asking that. what’s the matter, love?”
god, that endearment still made him feel unwell even after three years of hearing it from your lips.
“nothing,” reo responded, basically lying through his teeth. he knows you know he’s lying. 
throwing him a narrowed look in response, you held his gaze, silently urging him to open up.
reo looked away from your gaze, “i… just had a nightmare,” he admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability. 
“i dreamt that... that you left me.”
your heart ached at his words, and without a second thought, you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. reo leaned into your embrace, his body seeking solace in your touch. 
but before you could say something, he beat you to it.
“please don’t leave me.”
“reo…” you whispered in response, a bit surprised by his sudden plea.
“no, that’s too selfish to ask,” he interrupted, realizing the absurdity of his request, “i can’t ask you that.”
reo turned both of your bodies to face each other, the mirror in front of you reflecting your intertwined figures. his hands found their way to hold your face, his touch tender yet desperate.
“if you wake up one day and you no longer love me or if you no longer want me to be a part of your everyday, i only ask of you to not leave me so suddenly,” he pleaded, his voice filled with fear.
reo's biggest fear is not losing any of his billions in a blink of an eye. it's not even losing his thriving soccer career. ever since you entered his life, reo's greatest fear has revolved around you.
it's not about you lying to him one day. heck, it's not even you using him for his money.
reo's biggest fear is that one saturday morning, you’ll wake up before him and you won't lean in and kiss him on the forehead like you always do. instead, you'll gaze upon his sleeping body and start noticing all of his flaws. your thoughts lingering on his shortcomings and everything that he's not. then, as you walk into the kitchen and brew yourself some coffee, staring at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, you'll come to the conclusion that, for no particular reason at all, you don't love him anymore.
reo's biggest fear is that one day, on a goddamn random morning, you suddenly realize you no longer love him. 
nothing. nothing would ever prepare him for that.
and so, with his voice quivering with a mix of uncertainty and distress, “just give me a month— heck, who am i kidding, a year if you may— worth of notice,” he pleads more.
you felt his touch pressed slightly in your jaw, as if seeking comfort and reassurance from the warmth coming from your skin. 
“because i don't think i'd ever make it out alive... if one day this came crumbling right before my eyes and i couldn’t do anything but watch you leave.” his voice cracked, and you felt your heart do the same at the sound of it.
reo gently took your hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart, as he spoke with a trembling voice, “i don't think this heart will ever beat the same way again.”
because it’s yours. his heart belonged to you. it was so full of you that he could hardly call it his own.
and the mere thought of you dropping it because you no longer wanted it was beyond devastating to even process—to even think of without physically feeling his heart shatter piece by piece.
“so please, please give me time to prepare. not so sudden, y/n.” 
a tear welled up in reo’s eyes with his final plea, glistening with unspoken emotions. with unwavering intensity, he locked his gaze with yours, as if searching for reassurance and promises.
feeling the weight of his words, you gently held his hand that rested on your cheek, intertwining your fingers with his. without breaking eye contact, you brought his hand to your lips, pressing a tender kiss against his warm skin.
reo's breath caught in his throat as he felt the softness of your lips against his hand, a gesture of comfort and love. his gaze never wavered from yours as he listened to your response, his heart hanging on your every word.
“you do not need to ask me for time, love,” you whispered softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “because there's no day in this lifetime that i would not choose to be by your side.”
“and that day you fear will never come,” you declared firmly, your voice unwavering. “because to me, it will be constantly, continually, consistently, you.”
your words washed over reo, soothing his fears and filling him with a renewed sense of hope. the depth of your love and commitment resonated within him, providing solace to his anxious heart.
“and i know it's scary,” you continued, “there will be times that your fear will speak loud, but i just hope that my love will be louder because i am here, just with you.”
“i will never cross a bridge without your hand in mine,” you added, your voice filled with conviction. “i will never sit at a table that doesn't include a seat for you right beside me. and i am never, ever going to any place that you can't be.”
it’s not fair.
this is why it’s so hard not to love you fiercely. 
why do you always know the right words to soothe him? it’s as if you’re fluent in speaking his heart’s own language. after three years of loving you, reo didn’t know he could possibly be in love with you more.
“don’t say things like that. i might hold on to it,” he admitted, his eyes brimming with vulnerability.
a gentle smile graced your lips as you reached out, gently caressing his cheek with your fingertips, your touch conveying reassurance and warmth.
“good. hold on to them,” you whispered, your voice soft and your eyes locked with his. “hold on to me.”
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note. i blame everything on that one tiktok talking about how what nagi did to reo will mess up his future relationships what the hell i did not need to see that | i also made this for me i’m convinced me and reo have the same fear when it comes to relationships jahskajhsajksh he’s so relatable damn it | also got inspired by a quote i saw on pinterest! (also also can you tell i’m referencing some scenes from the anime in reader’s lines 👀 )
another note. see u at the end of this month! all the love, mimi (❁´◡`❁)
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pomegranate-pen · 1 year
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Lackadaisy you say? How about some Rocky angst with a fem reader because I am extraordinarily concerned with his well-being in the comics. Thanks for this! Please have a cookie for your troubles 🍪
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Rocky Rickaby x gn! reader
(pronouns weren't really needed to be specified here, so one can easily see this as gn! reader.)
warnings: mentions of blood, injuries and gun wounds. implied intense fight and in general, 1920s fiascos. angst with some fluff in the middle. not much of an intense angst I think- kind of ooc rocky if you haven't read the comic???
A/N: first of all, I'm quite shocked and delighted to see that a lackadaisy request was a first one to be sent!! and for my favorite character nonetheless! I was honestly expecting a welcome home one at first, since the x reader for that is much more popular at the moment and thriving. nonetheless, this was a pleasant surprise! second, for some reason, writing angst for someone like Rocky was difficult- even though he has such a tragic childhood, it's hard to make angst x reader for him without making it 20k words full of plot and explaining and expanding relationships- or at least, that's how it is for me. though difficult, I tried my best to give a angsty with some slight fluff fic, for this one I recommend remembering that one chapter in the comics where Rocky got hit in the head and after being patched up was in the car with Ivy and opening up a bit about his childhood, that's the moment i took inspiration from to write this. I'm not sure how to feel about this one, but i truly hope you all enjoy it!!!
On such a rainy night like this, you’ve expected nothing less than staying in your tiny room, a warm sweater comforting you and a hot mug of tea calming your senses, as you look at the rain droplets hitting the window.
However, fate seemed to have other plans for you. for rather than a peaceful night away from chaos, your sweater is stained with splotches of blood and the mug of tea has been long forgotten in your room. the rain doesn’t sound as calming as it had before anymore, rather, it's noisy and it's stressful. With sounds of thunder cackling left and right, your new focus isn't the window in your room anymore, rather, it’s the injured Rocky Rickaby that lies motionless on your couch, a gunshot wound to the shoulder and leg painting his clothes red. his lucky tie, with circles of blood around it, had to be removed, and his pine-strip coat that was riddled with mud had to be thrown to the bathroom sink.
You’re a mere in-training nurse and the three people in your house at the moment- are your neighborhood friends. Being a regular at the little café they worked in has made you know a thing or two about each other. Though, it seems like they left out a big portion of who they truly are away from you and maybe- well surely- everyone else in the public.
Ivy was the one who banged on your door first, a sound so loud that it made you forget the haziness of sleep crawling into your mind and making you jump. As you opened the door, you were met with the frazzled trio, all hair messed up and clothes soaked, droplets of blood leaving a trail to the ground beneath you, and Freckle holding what seemed to be a bloody Rocky in his arms, the latter which was so out of it that for a moment, you thought he was a corpse now.
With a scared gasp, you frantically wanted to ask what happened and what caused such a scene, but realized that there was not much time for an explanation when they laid down Rocky on the couch and pleaded for you to fix him up.
With rookie hands, a left-over roll of bandage, a sewing kit, and some utensils that are normally not suitable for medical procedures, you patched him up and realized some much more unnerving information. 
The gun wound on his shoulder was so close to his neck. if the perpetrator shot one inch higher, then there would be no more strange poems sung in the height of morning, no more talks about different jazz bands around the block or listenings to his tunes as he played the violin, trying to convince you that he’s a prime violin player amongst all the others in Mississippi, maybe even reciting a poem he just thought of at that moment. There would have been no more of the strange waiter you grew so fond of, whom you’ve talked to so much throughout the morning weekends. the one you considered most as a friend than anyone else in the café and new city these past few months. it made your heart drop, and you couldn’t understand why, how are you so hurt by this? why is the idea of his death, of his absence in your life so important to you? you shook your head, annoyed by your own complicated thoughts, your feeling unwilling to cooperate with your mind,
You glance back to your room, the place you offered Ivy and Freckle to rest up in, since they looked extremely exhausted and out of breath. with a bit more focused staring, you could guess that they’ve peacefully dozed off, leaving you widely awake and still unaware of what kind of fiasco they've done.
  Great. You sighed, a yawn almost escaping you as you peered at the clock and realize what time it was. 
2:30 a.m. 
thank god tomorrow was Friday.
 and as much as your limbs and eyes beg for some good shut-eye, your mind was too preoccupied to sleep, too into its own fight with itself to let your heart calm down and rest. so you decided to make some tea and stay close by Rocky, in case he woke up.
The tea took a solid twenty minutes to fully prepare, the preparation for it merely taking less than that. The thunders and storms have stopped, but little pitter-patters of the rain can still be heard. The cup of tea stayed untouched on the table (your mug was still left in your room, and you couldn’t bring yourself to possibly wake up the others by walking in), yet despite your thirst for it a few hours ago, now seeing it, you found yourself unable to freshen up your apetite, and realized that you made the tea as a mere excuse to stay awake.
With the silence and rain your only company, your mind drifted to memory land. Memories of you and Rocky debating about the best breakfast or best poets in the morning of spring, eating pancakes since Rocky insisted that it was the day's special, and it must be cherished as that. you remember how much he spoke fondly of pancakes and how for a moment, he spoke about how his aunt used to make pancakes when he was a child. Rocky never really spoke about his life, let alone his childhood. And so, since the opportunity arose, you decided to ask him a question.
“Were you and your aunt close?”
He tensed up by that, choking a bit on his tea and glancing away from your gaze. “uh…yes? Well, um-“ he gives a nervous grin. Thick eyebrows positioned in a state where you'd think he's done a mistake of sorts. “ I’m closer to Freckle than her.” He didn’t give anything further than that, and with how tense he seemed for a relaxed guy like himself, you decided to not question further.
now with thinking about this day, your suspicion towards everything has increased. has he been lying about everything the entire time? whats his actual job, and what has he done that made him end up like this? the more questions you thought of, the more frustrated you felt.
You’ll admit, you’ve heard some… rumors, about the establishment before, but you just considered them as they were. Simple white rumors existing to just to satisfy the drama-hungry people in this world. But tonight, with the dilated-pupils of Freckle, the out of breathiness of Ivy, and the gun wounds of Rocky, you wonder how much of the rumor was true and how much of who they said they were was a lie.
You felt hurt, offended even. With a now clear mind, you now can presume why they didn’t go to the hospital or an actual doctor and settled for an in-training nurse close to their café instead.
“Mnngh….”
The blurred, tired, and worn-out voice of your companion on the couch made you flinch. Your head twist’s in his direction, as his eyes start to blink a few times slowly, the lids becoming more open with each blink and he soon starts trying to move. He shuffled with his body a bit and as he tries to move his shoulder-
“Wait, Rocky—“
He hissed in pain and falls back down to the couch. You put your palm on his head, checking his temperature just in case.  
“you’ve heated up quite a bit, stay here. I’ll bring you some water.”
Rocky mumbled something, shifting his head left and right and his eyes squinted from the lights in the room. “….where…am I?...” he looks back at you. “are…are you an angel from the heavens?”
If this situation wasn’t so dark, you’d laugh at his cheeky comment. “ No, I’m Y/n, Rocky.”
It took him a few moments to process your words, the moments in which you quickly left to bring the water.
“h-hold on…-“ as he grabs the glass with his healthy arm, his eyes widened. “Y/n?!-aughh-“ from shock, his body tried to move up, completely forgetting the wounds on his body. You put a hand on his head and urged him to lay back down. “if you move too much, your wounds will open up.”
Rocky, however, didn’t seem too worried about the wounds as he tried to hoist himself up a bit so he could lean in the armchair. You helped him out, grabbing his waist and gently pushing him upward so he could lean down. The water, which has spilled a bit on the floor with all the moving, is now chucked down in one gulp. The glass is set down on the table and the questions began.
“how..” he cleared his throat, his head now clear and focused. “ how did I get here?”
“ Ivy and Freckle brought you.”
“and…uh…” he looks away from your serious gaze, ears now lowered in fear and a sheepish look on his face. “have they… enlightened you with the story of this—” he motions to his wounds. “—yet?”
You squint at him, now leaning on the couch with crossed arms. “not yet, but please, Rocky,” your tone shifts into one of tensity. “enlighten me.”
  He gulped, now forcing himself to look straight at you. “well— you see— " he gave a forced chuckle, one where his shoulders moved a bit with and he winced in pain. " there was...this old drunkard! and-"
“Rocky.” You spoke, a ramble of rhymes and fake stories cut off from him. “…I’m not an idiot.” You frowned. Your heart started feeling heavy and your hands kept fidgeting with your clothes.  You werent sure how you could describe what you’re feeling right at the moment, but you knew it was one pent up the entire night and now close to bursting.“ I may have not believed the rumors, but that was because I trusted you.”
“Please, just tell me the truth this time?” He went silent, and that was all you needed to realize that such a thing won't be happening anytime soon. With the stress of the situation now feeling like they’re invading your lungs, you take another breath and look at him with bleary eyes, a pained look on your face and body frustrated with itself for no good reason. “at least…” you take a deep breath. “ be more careful in your next— well, whatever it is you did to end up like this.”
“oh please-“ he huffed, now starting to act a bit more like the Rocky you knew, one where all casualties and warnings are ignored by him. “ this is but a mundane and normal routine for an artist such as myself.”
Usually, you wouldn’t mind his casual behavior towards a serious situation, you would’ve even appreciated it at times, since he always eased your mood with it. But, in such a circumstance, you couldn’t help but look at him with eyes of distraught. “you could’ve died.” Your tone was shaky, and your eyes were welling up with tears. A few started to slip down as you continued. “Rocky if you were just an inch higher- if Ivy brought you just a second later- I-…” you gave out a shaky sigh. “ you would’ve been dead.”
At the sight of your teary and panic induced face, something he’s never seen from you, a pang of guilt seem to hit him. He moved slowly, though his words were laced with shock and were frantic. “hey now, there’s no need for tears!” with his good shoulder, he tried to reach out for your face and wipe some of them away. “ I’m fine now- aren't I? “ he tried to reassure. “ your skills are quite commendable, much better than how Dr.Quackenbush would handle it.”
 While still bawling your eyes out, you rose a brow. “w-which is?...”
“Well, last I heard, using lots of chloral hydrate.”
“y-you’re joking…right?” you sniffled, and to that, Rocky gave a sheepish smile. my god, how is he still alive? even though the words of comfort weren't the best, they eased your concerns at least for a little bit. enough to grab his palm that laid on your face, wiping the rest of your tears away yourself, and holding his hand in yours.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered, looking away. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He added, still not meeting your gaze out of guilt. With a few deep breaths, you try to calm yourself down. The stress of the moment now finally leaving your system.
 “how about…” you breathed in and gave him a concerned smile. “from now on, you just get patched up by me?” you sniffled, trying to fix up your shaky voice, which was now toned to embarrassment from the small breakdown you had. “ I wouldn’t mind your company. And it’ll lessen my worry for you, too.”
He went silent for a moment, seeming a bit bashful about this entire thing, especially since he was still in his clothes which are covered with lines of dirt, and his lucky tie isn't around his neck at the moment, and not to mention, his fur was covered with all sorts of dirt and blood, with a tired body comes a tired cat, and he for one, is slowly feeling the exhaustion seeping through him. If he were healthy, he’d have the energy to grin and gawk at the pretty girl who just told him the most romantic line he’s ever received (he’s ignoring the fact that this is in fact, the only one he ever received as well.) if he were more conscious about what he was saying, he’d flirt back a bit in his own way, maybe rhyme a few words and then go back to sleep. But that clearly isn't the case, and the Rocky Rickaby before you is slowly taking his mask off. “…why though?”
“Hm?”
“Why do you worry about me?” he said in a more clear tone, one seeped with confusion and, if you listened just a bit harder, concern. “ I’m…not really worth worrying about.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why would you say that?”
He looked at you speechlessly for a few moments, then stared at his hand that was clasped in yours. His hand shifted a bit, yet hesitated to move away further, as if it was contemplating on what to do. but soon after, he took it away and he already missed its warmth. “I’m…not the best person.”
“and…you say that because?...”
He leans his head on his shoulder. “I’ve been told that a lot.”
“Oh…” you felt sympathy for him, his eyes seemed so sunken down, and his head seemed to be up somewhere else. Damn, have you made him remember some unpleasant memories? With a glance to your hands and a gear shifitng in your head, you speak once more. “I…I worry about you because I care for you. and I care for you because you you’re my friend.”
Rocky, in his dosy state, gave a joyful grin. “you think of me as a friend?”
“I mean…we are friends…right?” you felt a bit of fear well up, now wondering if your freindship was moslty one –sided and that you were just being a fool.
“I do enjoy our conversations a lot.” He smiled, eyes focused on the small light source on the ceiling. “I never thought you’d consider me a friend, though. Let alone an aqquiantace.”
“Why do you think I go to the café everyday?” you huffed. “It’s to see you, silly.”
“Giving the good old flriting a try, huh?” he looked away, an annoyed tone not matching his amused and bashful face.
“I’m not flirting, I’m merely telling the truth.” You countered back, now feeling a bit more at ease. “ I enjoy your company.”
“Consider me flattered,” he speaks, and soon, a yawn escapes him. he looks back at you once more. And as the exhasution of the entire day and the sleepiness seeps in him, he is left with a jumble of thoughts that he, if more aware of his surrondings, wouldn’t have speaked up about. “But…” he blinks a few times slowly, now trying to lay back down on the sofa rather than lean. “You’re life is normal, and mine isn’t.”  He takes a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing on the sofa. “If you mix in with mine, you’ll…”
“I’ll what?”
“…you’ll probably hate me.” he mumbles, now head sinking deeper into the small pillow. “I don’t want that to happen.”
You hold his hand once more, gazing at him softly as you sighed. “And it won’t. I promise.”
He stirs a bit, now half-asleep. And as he falls into a deep sleep, one which he looked bothered in, he mumbles out one single sentence, one that begun the change in your relationship that you never could’ve expected. Because for once, Rocky Rickaby cares for someone so deeply, that he’s willing to stay away from them for their own good. To the point where you never see him anymore, and Ivy and Freckle never mention him around you, as if he was a mere figment of your imagination. Rocky Rickaby wants you to lead a normal good life, and as thanks for the help, he’ll do exactly that for you.  for if you’re shedding tears on a simple injury on a shoulder, than you’re not capable to withstand the unlucky streak he has in life, and he doesn’t blame you at all.
“ me too.”
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yabadabadoobie · 2 years
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petnames (pt. 1)
multi-legend headcanons - bloodhound, wattson, revenant, horizon, seer
pt. 2 • pt. 3
a/n: obligatory ooc warning, just something very simple to start the blog off :)
Bloodhound - ástvinur (love friend)
A sweet, unassuming little petname - one they don't announce as anything romantic, but it's easy to tell they get flustered when someone asks what is means. they live for and thrive off of this sort of tenderness in private, but in public they are ridiculously easy to fluster; go easy on them, please.
"Hap kill. Your aim is better by the day, ástvinur; you need only trust yourself."
Wattson - mon chou (my cabbage)
A cute, silly nickname from a cute, silly lady! While she likes all the normal french petnames, mon chou is definitely her go-to. She thinks it's equal parts funny and sweet (she is correct, as always), and has a good little giggle every time she gets to call you her little cabbage. Yes, I do mean every time. Good thing her laugh is so contagious.
"Ah, good morning! Did you sleep well, mon chou? (giggle)"
Revenant - doll
Said in an extremely condescending tone at all times, and only used for the sole purpose of getting on your nerves. Don't worry; if you get used to it, he's very open to trying out some more to find one you hate the most. But hey, it's better than being a 'skinsuit' at least - probably.
"Aw, what's wrong, doll? Cat got your tongue? (chuckle)"
Horizon - petal
A lovely little name that floats off her tongue as she dotes on you endlessly. She loves nicknames and petnames, and she will call everyone 'petal' occasionally, but you can't help but notice the uniquely tender tone her voice takes on whenever it's directed at you. Swaps over to 'flower' sometimes just to mix it up - anything floral, she seems to be a fan of.
"Och, y'er nae a bother, petal. Come over here, tell me what's got y'er knickers in a twist."
Seer - orekelawa (beauty that surpasses all other beauties)
A gorgeous name for a gorgeous partner, perfectly summing up how he feels about you in one fell swoop. He'll tell you as such as soon as you ask; why should he hide how wonderful he thinks you are? If it makes you flustered, even better - red is a lovely colour on you, after all.
"... Hm? Ah, it is nothing, orekelewa. Simply admiring your beauty."
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ghostlyanon · 27 days
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me up until catching on the event
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obscenely-overdue · 3 months
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Hello!
This is my pregnancy RP blog, where I post pictures and write fictitious little blog posts about being perpetually full term or overdue! This is all for fetishistic purposes so if you're a minor, you need to leave until you're 18.
I thrive off of asks so please send me as many as you like! I love hearing comments about my belly, praise for getting so big, even some light teasing about my size. I'd love to hear that you think I'm hot, or pretty, or REALLY PREGNANT, but please keep super explicit comments to a minimum. For example: "You're hot, I'd love to spend a night just you, me, and that belly" is great, and a good maximum for outright explicitness, but "I wanna bend you over and completely ravage you until you're drooling" is too much. Basically take a "less-is-more" approach when talking about sleeping with me.
Outright propositions for sex, asking for nude pics, or sending dick pics is an automatic block. Yeah, this is a kink blog but like... come on...
Also, I am a trans woman, so I ask people don't misgender me or tag my stuff as mpreg. I ENJOY mpreg, but that's not what this is.
Lastly, if someone asks me something that requires me to answer out of character, it'll have the tag OOC. Otherwise, I'm ✨method acting!✨
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lunathebee · 1 year
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Pairing: Yandere!servant!Steven Grant x Royal!fem!reader
Warning: long as hell, ooc!Steven, suggestive theme, blood, dead people
A/n: pls send help lol
Summary: I am devoted to you my queen
Taglist: @missbeeentertainment @sleepyamaya @renee834729
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THE FIRST STAGE: LOVE
Once upon a time, far away in the mist of cloud, there was a kingdom ruled by one powerful queen named Y/n. She is adored by all the civilians due to her kindness and humble nature.
Just when everyone thinks the queen herself will continue to thrive, an old man who claimed to be a fortune teller knocks on the kingdom's gate, wishing for a place to sleep.
"Your grace, I have no money, but I possess a thing everybody craves to get a taste of: the future. If you let me stay in your kingdom for one night, I will let you see a glimpse of your future. Do we have a deal?" The old man speaks in a groggy voice; his teeth are all yellow and rotten.
All the guards hid their faces in disgust when the foul smell hit their noses, but unlike them, Y/N never batted an eye; she demanded the guard to open the gate and let the old man in.
"Yo-Your grace, my apologies for interrupting, but please think carefully about your decision. That old man is nothing but a scam." The counselor spoke
Y/n let out a long sigh before continuing. "He might be...but my oh my... It would be great to see the future. I hope there will only be good news".
Unfortunately, the old man had different news for our queen the morning after.
"Your grace, you're about to face a terrible fate, one that could cost you your crown and this kingdom. When I look into your future, I see blood and people screaming for help. The color red is everywhere. Your grace-"
Before the old man could continue, a silver sword swung at him, only stopping a few centimetres from his neck. "SILENT! How dare you speak nonsense to the queen? You- " Y/n's personal knight has lost his temple and decides to act on his own.
"Let him speaks"
"But-"
"I said...let him speaks"
And so, thanks to the queen's kindness, the old man can finish his words. "Your grace, I see...a man standing tall in the chaos."
Y/n raised her eyebrows in curiosity. Could this be the sign of a new king? Will she be dethroned?
"...I also see love, very intense love"
Perhaps this is her true love, the one whom she will fall in love and rule the kingdom with her? Y/n continues to wander off with her thoughts. She doesn't see the old man has stopped speaking and wishes to leave the kingdom.
And when the queen finally noticed, the guards had gone to send off the man miles away, leaving her with many uncertain questions about the future.
=== 5 days later ===
"Please-please..." Another man calling for help outside the kingdom gate, but unlike the previous old man, this guy is fairly young with brown curly hair and dressed in clothes that have big holes in them.
"Hey! Get out of here! " The guards yell at him to leave; they don't want to deal with another stinky person; that old man from last week is more than enough!
"What are you guys doing? How rude... Let him in, and leave me be" Y/n furrows her eyebrows when she sees her own guard harassing a poor guy. It seems like it's time to replace some people in the kingdom.
"Ah! Ah-.. I...thank you" The man kneels down to show respect when he gets in. There isn't much that he knows about the person in front of him, but he is smart enough to know that jewelry and sparkly clothes are meant for royal people, things that poor people like him can only dream of seeing and touching.
Y/n crouch down to make the man feel more at ease. Their eyes touch for a moment, and the world seems to stop turning.
The queen's eyes widen in surprise. Despite all the dirt spots littering his face, he is such a handsome man with bright round eyes that shine like stars in the night sky.
And she is not the one who is amazed by the other person here. The poor man is in awe of Y/n's beauty too, to the point where he has to quickly look away, afraid that a man like him doesn't have the privilege to look at her.
"What's your name?" Y/n asked but only received an incoherent noise from the young man.
He appeared to be confused too. That's when the queen realized he had very little vocabulary. It's not unusual for people like him to grow up without proper learning, but usually they teach themselves from time to time. In this case, the man must be neglected for a long time and only get to interact a few times.
"Me. Y/n" The queen points to herself and says her name, she hopes the man understands this.
Luckily, his face lights up and he excitedly points at himself. "Me. Steven!"
"Steven..." Y/n repeat the name, unknowingly sending a chill down Steven's back. The way you say his name is so sweet, like honey even.
He wants to hear you say it more...and more...and more. Please only say his name from now on. Steven feels hot all of a sudden. His brain controls him to grab your arm, eyes full of lust.
"Ah...Ah name, name Steven" He wants you to say his name again, but he still doesn't know how yet. All he could do was mutter out a few words.
Before Y/n could even process what was happening, her counselor ran up with a few guards, yelling at Steven. "Hey you! Touching the queen is strictly forbidden! "
One of the guards yanks Steven back from Y/n, forcing him to stay away from her.
"AGHHH NO NO" Steven thrashes around and tries to fight back, it is almost insane how much strength he has despite his looks. It took another guard to jump in to pin Steven on the ground, completely overpowering him.
It all happened so fast Y/n could only stare at the poor man, watching his hand get tied behind his back, his face smashed into the ground so hard there was blood running from his nose. "Y/N! Y/N!" Steven called for help from her but received another hit in the head from the guard, almost knocking him unconscious.
The absurd scene makes Y/N want to vomit. The queen decides to turn her head away, which only makes Steven more furious and depressed.
"What will we do with him, your grace? May I say... execute the man! " The counselor speaks. It is not that he hates Steven, but rules are rules, unless the queen decides differently.
"No...let him be a servant, also..."
"Yes my grace?"
"Find someone to teach him how to read and speak. Now, run me a bath; I feel like having a headache from all of this" Y/n rubs her temple and begins to head back to the kingdom. Her counselor escorts her on the left.
THE SECOND STAGE: FALL
As time flies by, the Steven we used to know now turns into a well-mannered man, but the curly hair and his big round eyes still stay the same. Many maids in the kingdom fight each other just to talk to him, they fix their hair and clothes as he passes by, hoping to attract his attention.
But Steven only has his eyes on the queen and the queen only. Ever since they first met, he has known she is his true love. For Y/n, he has been studying and working hard on everything, all for "the picking" day.
It is an event that only happens once every 7 months. The queen will pick out her new maid, king, counselor, anyone she feels the need to replace; Steven is looking forward to being Y/n's personal servant.
She will picks him right? After all they had been through, Steven knew Y/n would pick him because she loved him as much as he loved her.
Y/n loves Steven, that's the truth, she-
"You can be my new personal servant, go change your clothes"
Steven looks to the side in disbelief. His queen has walked past and chosen another man. A man that looks nothing special or unique, a man that has nothing better than... him.
"WHY DON'T YOU CHOOSE ME?" Steven yells out loud. He doesn't care about how everyone is looking at him in shock. At this moment, only Y/n exists in his eyes. He devoted his life to her. He has done everything for her and yet she still doesn't love him.
Giving him no attention? Fine, but having another man as her personal servant? No... Steven won't allow that. He feels his blood boiling the more he thinks about you, it gives him a weird feeling, more like a rage.
"I can choose whoever I want....Steven"
You say his name again. Steven knows he wishes you to say his name more and his name only. But this is not what he meant, he wants you to say it with love and adored expression, not hate and irritation. No... No, what had he done?
THE THIRD STAGE: HURT
"NO NO NO YOU WILL CHOOSE ME, YOU WILL LOVE ME". Steven sprints at Y/n, he has had enough.
"GUARD! STOP HIM BEFORE HE HURT THE QUEEN" Someone yell out in horror.
To be honest, Steven doesn't know what he was going to do. He just wants you to look at him differently. He is no longer the dirty boy you met in the past Y/n, so why won't you look at him? Why are you acting so scared? Why are you crying?
People start to run away in panic. They don't care about the queen anymore. They just want to flee away, putting their lives first. One moment, Steven is being held down by many guards. The next moment, he finds himself holding a sword, warm blood hitting his face.
'Don't touch her, GET AWAY, GET OUT' Steven's thoughts run wild when he continues to swing the sword, hitting people in their chests, arms, and maybe even heads like a machete cutting down grass. He wants to get to Y/n as soon as possible, and these people are blocking his way.
THE FINAL STAGE: CRAZY
It was almost like a fever dream mixed with a nightmare. Y/n felt like she was experiencing déjà vu the closer Steven got to her. 'A man stands tall in the chaos, red blood everywhere'
"Please...please don't hurt me" The queen cried out in fear, overstimulation from the smell of iron filling her lungs.
Steven drops the sword on the marble ground and hugs you tightly like he is your knight in shining armor. In his mind, you're the princess in danger and he just killed all the monsters to save you.
"Don't cry, it hurts me when you cry." Steven whispers, his hot breath fanning over Y/n's ear. "I haven't given you a reason to cry yet."
The queen who once seemed to be so powerful, now shakes like a leaf in the arm of a lowly servant. She gulped, trying not to cry while mustered out a few words. "What...do you want from me?"
Steven doesn't say anything back. He gives Y/n a sinister smile before holding both of her wrists in place and smashing his lips onto her, devoring her like a beast.
"I want....everything".
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n3rdy247 · 3 months
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HEY GIRL YOU DEFINITELY DONT KNOW WHO THIS IS *WINK WINK WINK WINK* (I'm saying wink out loud everytime btw)
From stranger to stranger *wink* do you by any chance write samgladiator hcs??????? 😊😊😊
Perhaps x reader hcs??????? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔
THATD BE SO SILLY IF YOU DID YKNOW LIKE GIRL ITD BE CRAZYYYYYYYY YKNOW LIKE ITD BE SO INSANEEEEEEEE RIGHT???????????
EAEHRHHSUGHE DUDE RIGHTHTHTH IT WOULD BE SOOOOOO FUCKING WILD AND SUCH A SILLY THING TO DO 🤭🤭🤭
(PROBABLY WILL BE OOC THOUGH since i only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if this doesn't really fit your headcanons anon WHO I TOTALLY DON'T KNOW *wink wink*)
(ANYWAY, these will be (mostly) based off the reboot since idk much and keep in mind that I only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if these HCs seem really OOC)
YHS!SAM X READER HEADCANONS GO WEEEE!!!!
I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE
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❥ Sooo, starting off the bat, since I'm not really writing yandere hcs, let's put all the batshit crimes he committed aside for this occasion..and focus on him being really silly. ❥ If you see him tripping near a trash can, dude, that's on YOU. I imagine he'd be jokingly bragging to someone how he is about to make a 'pro gamer move', then immediately fail a millisecond later before he could even try SHIT
❥ His love language? Well...uh....you could say it's kind of a mix. ❥ For example, gift giving? Absolutely. If you were to mention something specific that you wanted even once (or maybe even when you were talking to yourself while walking back home)? Expect that very thing to appear right outside your doorstep with a poorly drawn rabbit doodle sticked on top of it with a bunny sticker. ❥ Quality time? Definitely! He loves to see you wake up and THRIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY! You BET he stalks the shit out of you though. If you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched at school, on the road back home, and mayybe when you are about to sleep, then that's on HIM. (Sorry, I said I'm not really writing yandere hcs, not that I will never write any.) ❥ Physical touch? ... ❥ DO YOU TAKE HIM AS A MENTALLY WELL GUY? I DIDN'T THINK SO. ❥ You should know by now that he would SCREAM the second his hand accidentally brushes against yours (though we're not sure about the accident part WINK WINK)
❥ I also have a teeny tiny headcanon that he only lets YOU touch his rabbit ears. (and I MEAN ONLY YOU if others even TRIED they'd be thrown to the nearest dumpster) And when you do so? He MELTS. Like don't be surprised if you see him giggle like a freaking teenage girl is what I'm trying to say 🤭🤭🤭
❥ You also cannot tell me he wouldn't also try to impress you, one way or another. Whether it be trying to make you giggle and twirl your hair by saying the most APPALLING pickup lines of all time, or casually talking to you about your interests as if he was already a huge fan of em (bro actually stood up all night looking at every search result on google about that topic, BUT SHH)
❥ He would also tell you about his day BY EITHER LYING OR TWISTING HIS WORDS AROUND. COME ON NOW.
"Sooo..what weree you up to this weekend?" ❥ "Oh, me??? Well, I bought my friend a cat...and I did help a guy raise money for his cancer.." as he recalls what the FUCK happened in his life that went wrong
❥ Now. You know this man would never ever want to leave you alone (as if it wasn't obvious enough with the abandonment issues and the stalking, but I digress) so you definitely would need to reassure his ass. But once you do so? His droopy rabbit ears would slowly, but surely go right back up again. He can't help it though, you just seem to always make him feel better by existing.
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either way, he is a little fucked up bastard someone please put him in a psychiatric hospital (or kiss him, that sounds like a better solution) *DROPS THE MIC AND IMMEDIATELY RUNS*
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celestialrose3 · 9 months
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So, I don’t post my writing ever, but Cass and the whole series has been inspiring. The last part of Donatello’s chapter spiked interest for this one-shot.
Taking place between CJ running for his things, and coming back to see Uncle Tello in the bath, thoughts overwhelm Tello and make him question everything they’re about to accomplish.....maybe.
Potentially slightly ooc for Uncle Tello, but it’s my first go. All credit for story line goes to @somerandomdudelmao 
TW: little angsty, (it gets better) anxiety
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D is for Denial
Uncle Tello woke up in his enormous room with disheveled blankets and a somehow missing mask. He groaned and reached down in an attempt to feel his adoptive nephew. Poor kid passed out midway through his brilliant revival rant last night after being so convincing that sleep wasn’t needed. His hand fell into pure blanket and he glanced over his shoulder to confirm Casey’s absence. 
Rolling over onto the empty blankets, Don muttered to himself, “Where could that kid have gone at this hour of the day?” A sigh escaped his throat as his arm draped over his face. “Maybe ran off to figure out how he found me? …That was a big piece of our puzzle we’re missing.” He dropped his arm above his head, making a mental note that his mask had been found there. Eyes carefully looked over his surroundings. The colors are so vibrant here. Plants were somewhat familiar and thriving. When was the last time he felt rays of sun coming down onto him? The warmth brought a feeling of safety, like there was…hope?
Donnie sat up with a desperate ‘huff’, suddenly extremely aware of what was being planned for his brothers to be revived. Sure, he had done this once before. Sure, he documented the process to a ‘T’ so it could be repeated by almost anyone (including Leo). Sure, Casey Junior was here to help, but something wasn’t sitting right. Something felt wrong about this. Dee’s brows furrowed and his knees came instinctively to his chest.
“What the hell is this?” he questioned himself. “W-we know- I know what needs to be done for this…” Thoughts began flooding his brain like a tsunami. ”Denial”  
“What if these calculations only work for Raph?” “Denial”
“W-what if we can’t find all the materials?” “Denial”
“What if this doesn’t work in this timeline?” “Denial”
“What happens if something goes wrong?” “….”
“Why in the hell am I only thinking of worst-case scenarios?”
“I don’t know, maybe DENIAL?”
Casey’s words from their last conversation silenced his constant questioning. Were any of their combined efforts even worth it? Could this unprecedented experiment even be replicated? Could the Great Donatello…have been wrong? Air had been cut off from his lungs this whole time, like a wall of future regret and past anguish made a home in his throat. Thoughts set fire to his mind- he couldn’t stand losing his brothers a second time, let alone by his own hand. Tears threatened their way into the genius’ eyes, whether from lack of air, or the overwhelming feelings creeping in didn’t matter. Something clicked as the salty water began to creep down his face- he was alive. 
The breath that came after this realization acted like a fire extinguisher to his burning thoughts. 
‘Why wouldn’t it work here?’ a smirk formed on his face as His Brilliance got back to work. ‘It has to, the physics would be the same-mostly-. Calculations can be reworked for any situation. Materials can be bought, made,...or stolen. And replications?’ He looked at his own hands as his legs lowered to the ground. 
“I’m my own proof this is gonna work”
Blinking the remaining water from his vision, Donnie looked back up at the light now pouring in from above. He knew, in some heart-string-pulling way, that for the time being, he was going to need to be the strength, razz, and face-man of the Hamato’s until he and Casey could bring his respective brothers back. Don gave a signature “scoff” to himself.
  “A man of science being ruled by emotion…how embarrassing. The results are here.” A smile replaced the smirk that had been sitting on his face. A small shiver ran down his back. Guess the light can only give so much heat….
Donnie grabbed his mask and robe earnestly and marched his way to the bathroom. “If I’m gonna be thorough, I’m gonna be thorough, comfortably.” With the door partly closed, warm water began to run in hopes the heat would well replace that of the sun.
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