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tr1ckysp00k · 1 year

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•Bob x nurse reader•

[warning: mentioning of scars, murder, cannibalism (I mean, this is bob), mental illness, mentioning of sharp objects (such as syringes, knives and such, ¿suggestive?]

Slightly proof read: I added more detail in certain bits of the story, and corrected any misspellings and missing words <3

Enjoy! <3

After years moving to various health schools, you’ve finally had became a licensed physician! You had a wonderful job, and big house, and lived in a amazing town!

Until. .

Your whole ship sank. You suddenly weren’t making enough money as you should, now this was a major problem considering you needed money to pay off EXPENSIVE bills, and nonetheless food, the very thing that keeps you alive.

All these problems were pulling you at the edge of a cliff, either continue down this path or. .

•

You decided to move to a smaller house in a less expensive town. You needed to be able to pay for food, and a home, so you choose to live in the cheapest town you could find.

This place was not all of a dump. .

Well it mostly was, but it couldn’t get worse. You unpacked your stuff from inside your shabby house, getting ready for a new day in a new place. You’ve already signed up for a job at the hospital. .which looked more like a asylum, but ANYWAYS.

It paid you well, you were able to keep afloat, there were only so many people working there. Your patients were well-behaved too! But then you hit another bump. .

Day 1

11:00 - AM

You walk into the hospital, which was cover in polar white paint, while the floor was decorated in lose, gray tiles. Something felt off once you stepped inside, like today was gonna be a bad day. .

Reluctantly you walked in, dusting off the stomach-churning feeling with a shake of your head. Once you clocked in, almost immediately, you were called into office. The head informed you that you were gonna be handling a ‘special case’ since you were ‘the only licensed nurse’.

•

To be honest, it’s mostly because you were the first person to arrive work.

They had specifically instructed you on what you’ll need to do and sent you off with a little warning.

‘We are not worried about you hurting him, but him hurting you. . If he does get a little ‘frisky’ we laid out some syringes filled with chloroform (aka the ‘knock out drug’)’

•

Now you were worried, a lot actually. ‘He will hurt me? Why would he do such a thing? Is he mad or something?’

You continuously fidgeted with your fingers as you slowly made your way to the pale white door. Your heart rate was at a faster pace, feeling as if it were trying to escape from your chest. You gulped as you placed you hand on the cold handle of the door, slowly opening it to reveal. .

•

Nothing. Nothing but a empty hospital bed, lied out equipment that rested on a tray, and documents. You hesitatingly walked in the room, heading for the documents. You opened the vanilla colored folder out of curiosity, reading through the fine printed lines of words.

‘Bob velseb, hmm what a peculiar name, where have I heard that before. .’

As you tried to flip over the sheet of paper, something felt out from between the pages.

“The devil has come out?” You said in a whisper.

BAM

The slam of the door echoed through your ears, swiftly turning, only to be knocked to the ground. You were face to face with a large man with pale white skin that was lathered in cuts and bullet holes from top to bottom. His smile only contained pure mania. He placed one of his massive arms beside the door blocking it so you couldn’t run off and within his other arm, his hand held a scalpel. He dazed amongst your terror filled eyes, you were basically paralyzed in fear. He pounced onto you, holding the small blade at your neck.

“Did you know. .~ the heart organ can survive 6 to 8 hours outside of the body?…” a chuckled followed his horrid fact.

“Did you know, breath mints are a thing?” You seethed, kicking in the base of his stomach. He slid amongst the smooth-like tiles, then charging at you. You ran in a panic, aiming to grab one of the syringes that were spread on the ground. You did manage to catch one, a small ‘yes’ of relief escaped your lips but, weren’t paying no attention to bob.

You grabbed you by your neck, pinning you to the dirty ground while holding the scalpel near rim of your stomach. Cyan ruled over his eyes with a sadistic passion. And drool ran over his lips, like a river. With swiftness you hammered the syringe into his arm. He hissed out of pain, and threw you aside. He ripped the shot out his skin, and attempted to make his way towards you before

Boom

Went the man, as he made contact with the ground. He was out cold. You had took it to your advantage. .

•

After you removed any bullets that were lodged in his stomach and back, and sewn him up, you decided to do some digging on him. You read through the paper that read ‘devil has come out’ the placed were you left off, and read through the lines.

‘This makes more sense now..’ you thought, as you furrowed brows at the man that was out cold on the small bed, his large stature took over.

‘How isn’t this guy dead?’ You questioned as You glared at the disc that held the blood covered bullets. Suddenly thoughts were put to a pause when you heard the man shuffling around the sheets. You held a vile close, just in case he tries any funny business.

He arose from his head-aching slumber. Holding his noggin in his hand, clearly a bit in pain from the ‘nap’ he took. It didn’t take long for him to notice you in the corner of the room, sitting in a slightly broken chair. He slowly got himself up, and attempted to get off the bed to come towards you, but you showed him the syringe just as a little warning. He plopped back down in bed, still making eye contact.

By this time he had both feet on the ground, but was still slouched in the bed. His fore arms rested atop his legs, as he let his arms carry his weight. His eye were trained onto you, the itching hunger to grab and bite was clear as day in his eyes. You made sure to show him that you were not afraid, staring right back into his crazed filled eyes.

•

All of a sudden someone opened the door, you made sure to keep bob in your vision no matter who it was.

“I say, y’all did well?” The man asked with a question in tone.

“He tried eating me, but I got done what needed to be done.” You say, with a expression that was as blank as a board.

“He… what?”

“Nothing, just keep a very close eye on him, while I get his lunch ready.” You got out the rusty chair, handing the doctor the vile.

Bob frowned a bit when he saw you leaving the room, something about you made him feel a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn’t hunger I’ll tell you that.

•

You had gotten the food prepped and ready for ‘your patient’. You wanted to hurry, you didn’t trust bob with your fellow employee. And if he did get hurt, you’d be responsible for the incident, since you left them both alone.

When you returned, everything seemed fine. They confirmed that bob didn’t try anything, and stayed from afar. You escorted them out the room, making sure they exited safe and sound, then faced the murderous cannibal. You dragged your feet as you made your way to give him his tray, which has plain food sitting in each category of the tray while a glass of fresh water sat at the edge of the plastic serving dish.

“Here, enjoy. Sicko. .” You trailed off at the end of your sentence, for only a mumble to be heard.

He cringed his nose in response, while slightly narrowing his his brows. He looked down at the food in disgust, complaining with a groan.

“This steak ain’t even seasoned. .”

He grumbled in irritation. Picking at the slab of dry meat with a plastic spork.

“Boo-hoo.” You giggled a bit, but immediately stopped when you saw the man frown in annoyance, a bit of sweat beading out your fore head as you reminded yourself you were in the same room with a serial killer.

You got everything done without a hassle. Including getting bob to eat, despite his pro-testing. What you really were ticked off about is that, you were STILL going to have to take care of him for a couple of weeks, until his injuries have recovered.

• What a way to star the day. . It’s not even past 12:00 yet.

• He’d request for you non-stop through out the day.

• Needed to get some paper work done? Forget it. You were on break? Time to get to working again, your patient is in need of you. You couldn’t even go to the bathroom without being bothered.

• bob had MADE sure it was only YOU coming to his rescue, attempting to bite, or tear into any other twat that tried laying a finger on him.

• when you did snapped at him for his constant, annoying request for you, he giggled it off saying it’s was cute seeing you this frustrated.

•

“There are other people here, why don’t you try asking assistance from them!?” *you’d hissed in irritation, frustration was visible*

“*he chuckles* aww, don’t

Be so mad. . Isn’t it yer job to help those in need, docs?” *he coos*

•

• but once the moon made its way up the night sky, you had given a sigh of relief. Finally able to rest, and someone else would have to put up with his bull-crap.

• When you were getting ready to go home, after a day of long work. You bid the tramp adieu, the frown he gave what up-most satisfying. Though, come tomorrow, you’ll have to go through this hell with him again. And he knew it.

•He just couldn’t wait.

Just until I figured out what happens in part 6 of just a bite.

Thank you for reading!

#spooky month #bob velseb #bob velseb x reader #enjoyyyy #nurse y/n x bob velseb #fanfic #i don’t know how to use tags #ITSASPOOKYMONTH #bob #<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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differenteagletragedy · 6 months

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Hello, I believe you've done this for Derek but not Cove so if you haven't, could I possibly request a fic on how Cove would react to mc dying (whether it's by a freak accident, illness or something else can be up to you)? Thanks, I love your writings :)

I did do one, I'll link it right here!

But just for kicks, let's do another (sorry Cove)!

(Warning: car crash, graphic-ish)

Cove spent years building his life around you -- years well spent, in his mind. It was hard for him at times, getting so close to you, but wonderful at the same time. You overwhelmed him in the best way.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked from your seat on the passenger side of his car.

"Nothing," he answered automatically, flicking his eyes over to you.

"Not a thing?" you teased.

He sighed in that long-suffering way of his, then came out with the truth. "I was thinking about you."

"What about me?"

Cove thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. You'd been dating for five years at that point, having gotten together at the tender age of 13, but he still wanted to make sure he said the right thing.

"Just about how much I love you," was what finally came out.

"I love you too, Cove," you told him, reaching over to stroke his hair. "Always."

He smiled warmly, keeping his eyes on the road. He was coming up to an intersection, and when he saw his light turn green, he took the opportunity to glance back over at you.

That's how he saw the car running the red light.

Everything happened so fast. One second you were flashing that bright smile he loved so much, just for him, and the next your body was absorbing the full impact of the other car as it crashed at full speed into the passenger side of Cove's car.

The car started spinning, and Cove couldn't get control of it. He panicked until the car finally came to a stop down the road a bit, then took a breath and looked over at you.

Panic would have been a beautiful respite from the way he felt then.

There was blood, so much of it. The window had broken, leaving cuts, some big, some small, all over your body. Parts of you were bent in ways they shouldn't have been. Your eyes were open, but there was no life behind them.

"No," Cove said, quickly growing frantic. "No, no, no."

He threw his seatbelt off then leaned over. He tenderly put two fingers up to your neck, looking for a pulse. Even just a hint of one. But there was nothing.

What happened next was a bit of a blur. At some point someone, he wasn't sure who, pulled him out of the car. There were police there, and there was an ambulance. Someone tried to get him to go to the hospital, but he pushed them away. There was no way he was going to leave you.

It was like time slowed down but moved way too fast all at once, and all he could hear was his own rapid heartbeat. He couldn't breathe, not really. He didn't know what to do -- he wasn't processing what had happened, but he knew it was bad.

While he was vaguely aware of the crowd that had gathered, he only took notice when a familiar voice broke through everything that was going on in his head.

"Cove!" Cliff called out, running towards him and taking him into his arms.

Over his shoulder, Cove saw your moms approaching too. One of them let out a wail that felt like it cut right to the bone, but he still couldn't quite piece it together.

"We have to get to the hospital," he finally said, pulling back to look at his father.

"Are you hurt?" he asked him, looking over his body.

"I'm fine, but they need to look at --"

"Cove, no."

He looked at the older man, confusion plain on his face. What was the problem? Why wouldn't they take you to the hospital for treatment?

His eyes wandered over to the totaled car, and he saw that you weren't in it anymore. Nearby, two EMTs were wheeling a stretcher towards an ambulance with a long, zipped-up bag on top.

"Did ... did the person that hit us die?" he asked Cliff, not able to take his eyes off the bag.

"Son ..."

Cove was pulled back into a hug, and it helped ground him. that might have been a good thing, but it pieced everything together in his brain for the first time.

He wasn't sure when he started screaming, but he was still going when he was forced inside an ambulance.

#our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #cove holden #olba mc #olba cove #our life cove #our live cove holden #cove x you #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden x you #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader

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luminecho · 9 months

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I've been following @mommyclan since the beginning just watching it all play out so I finally decided to roll up my sleeves and toss a character into the pile

This is Cracklespark. He collects leaves and bones and he loves crunching on them. He's a very young warrior and he started his career as a medicine apprentice but all he actually cared about was playing with and eating all the herbs and didn't want to do any actual healing (he's squeamish) so they kicked him out of the position </3 Ironically his immune system is shit so he's constantly in the med den anyway with some weird new illness. He ate deathberries once on accident but he was fine. He's unkillable. You could throw him off a cliff and he would catch the sniffles

#echo draws #warrior cats #mommyclan #warriors oc #mommyclanner

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a-kind-of-merry-war · 5 months

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So after a few weeks of my brain throwing itself off a cliff, scrabbling up the side, and then getting kicked in the face by Some Bullshit so hard that I wound up right at the bottom again I HAVE FINISHED FIORENZO by @nothwell!!

Some of you may remember me posting about Sebastian Nothwell's other books a few months ago - I read one, became obsessed, then read all the rest in like... a week. So I was SUPER EXCITED for his newest book 💖

I really enjoyed this - even if I was forced to take a break at (almost exactly) the halfway point. It's a really sweet, tender, m/m romance set in fantasy!Venice with a sprinkling of angst, HEAPS of hurt/comfort and a lot of kinky sex.

I really love the way Sebastian writes Big Feelings and people dancing around each other, and this was no exception. There IS angst, but the softness balance against that is really great.

Enzo was my fave (big man sad face squishy heart aaaaa) but both MCs were really engaging. Also at one point I thought @nothwell was about to hurt a Lovely Dog so I messaged him going >:C (the dog was fine. One of the MCs was... less so.)

I'd definitely recommend this one along with the rest of Sebastian's books, although would also recommending checking out the CWs before diving right in. There's a lot of injury/illness/gore which doesn't bother me at all (apart from the injections aaaa Fiore I feel your pain) but may be a squick for others.

(also - wonderful cover art by @thistlearts!)

#book recs #queer books #romance books #mm romance

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rhyme-draws-stuff · 7 months

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gamzee

@amusementarcade I finished it! It took a bit because i got distracted reading homestuck (im at around page 3600 now) and making a short animation that ill probably post sometime in the next couple days :D the hands and colors were giving me trouble which made me procrastinate a bit (possible spoilers below cut in case anyone else reading this would like to avoid them)

Its kind of funny that when i started this gamzee was just a silly guy i hadn't really seen in a while and now that i've finish this he's killed a bunch of people and gotten kicked off a cliff! I wasn't expecting him to become such a relevant character so quickly but im looking forward to seeing what he does next, assuming he didn't die of fall damage. Also wow there has indeed been so much more stabbing and blood in this comic!!

#homestuck #fanart #homestuck fanart #gamzee makara #hs gamzee #pixel art #2023 art

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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I'm a Villainess. Can I Die? - By Hi My Dear (8/10)

Sniff. Sniff. Could it be? A reincarnation webtoon with some original ideas? Wow. It is still cheesy like every other Villainess reincarnation story, but it's got punch. Zazz. A yandere. Some psychological torture. A conflicted, redeemed yandere with a character arc? Yup. It's good.

Serena White is gorgeous, rich and her noble bloodline is ancient. Her parents love her. Her elder brother, the heir, adores her and doesn't want to compete with her. She could have chosen to live a charmed life, but the first version of Serena had a terrible inferiority complex. She hated her brother, and his loyal servants, because they were all special. She wasn't. She studied for years but she could never catch up to him. Every other member of her family is brilliant in some way. She is useless. A stain on the family name, but they love her anyway. Her mind starts to snap. She lashes out at her family. She cruelly chases her brothers loving fiance away just to hurt him, and that's the last straw. Her family finally gives up on her after she attacks a defenseless woman that only wanted to be her sister in law.

Serena dies alone, in a cell.

She begs for someone to come to her.

Anyone, but no one does.

It's too late.

Then she wakes up, before that terrible day when she broke her brother's perfect engagement. She wakes up before his beloved fiance leaves him because of her tyranny. She isn't Serena though. A nameless, suicidal woman from Korea has taken her body. That woman had a truly tragic past. Her family hated her, and they used her.

She was adopted. Then, her adopted mother gave birth to a sick and weak biological child. Her parents made the young child play with her termilly ill sister every day. She had to play the games her sister wanted to play. She had to buy the cake her sister wanted to eat. Her pitiful sister controlled every aspect of her life. When she tried to pursue hobbies and sports her parents abused her. They threatened to kick her out. They told her she existed for her sister. She was a toy that they only kept so her sister would have somebody to play with. So, she spends her entire childhood in a hospital room reading stories to her sister. One of those books was a fantasy novel with a stereotypical Villainess. When the suicidal woman wakes up the loving White family makes her uncomfortable. She doesn't understand why Serena hated her life, but she does pity the original Serena. She does still want to kill herself, but she watched Serena die in a vision. Serena's only wish in the end was to have someone by her side when she died. So, the nameless women decides to make some friends and repair her reputation before she jumps off a cliff.

She quickly realizes that she doesn't have to fix everything. Serena's family will cry for her. They don't see her as a responsibility or a tool. They do care, so the nameless woman walks up to the top of a bell tower, and she tries to jump. Her father's personal knight, Lucas, catches her. He becomes interested in her because she seems different. Then we find out the truth. Everyone hates Serena except her family. Including him. Lucas thinks Serena is stupid and unworthy. He wishes that the family would just expel her already, because she's dead weight.

That's why Serena really went insane. She tried to work hard to be a respectable noble like her parents, but everyone looked down on her. She wasn't smart or talented enough to succeed. When she said she wanted to be the heir instead of her brother everybody just rolled their eyes. Including her loving family. She was spoiled, but she didn't get any emotional support. Her dream was to be capable, not loved.

She was an ambitious woman who got spat on as soon as her family was out of earshot.

Serena wasn't a nice person, but her circumstances were very sad.

Everyone begins to dote on the new Serena even more, including Lucus. No one in this is a moron. They all know she tried to commit suicide. Lucas tells them because keeping it a secret would be idiotic. She'll try again if she's left unsupervised. Duke White tells Lucas to watch over his precious daughter, and he does. The new Serena isn't arrogant. She's quiet and reserved and she can see right through him. Lucas is loyal to the Duke, but he is not a kind man. He despises useless people, and he looks down on people who are not noble.

In the original novel he married Aaron White's fiancé after Serena chased her away. She cannot understand why anyone would choose Lucas over her brother. He clearly married that woman because she was a princess with a much higher status than him. In the novel his love for the princess was sincere, but it was also tied to his selfish desire for prestige. His interest in Serena is a bad sign. He will never love her, but he would be happy to marry "the mature and kind eldest daughter of the White Family".

One of the most important characters in this story is Serena's personal servant. His name is Eiden. Eiden is pretty scary. His entire life revolves around Serena, and his relationship with her was very toxic. He doesn't have a family, so he had to rely on her. He was happy to be her personal servant. He was willing to put up with her harsh treatment. But then her brother Aaron kept defeating her effortlessly, and she became more and more insane. She eventually started hitting him and ruining her room and making messes that took days to clean. He endured it all until the original Serena made him bleed. She threw a jewelry box at him and cut his head open. Then, he realized she was just like the thugs that beat him when he was homeless. His sudden burst of hatred for her awakens his magic. He's a very powerful magician.

So why is he still here? He's not a main character. He's a servant that belongs to a very weak noble. He could easily fly out the window, flip her off, and go to another country. He doesn't fly to the Magic Tower to learn about his powers because...well...she is his life. She took him in when he was a penniless homeless boy. Serena chose him because she wanted a handsome servant, but that decision saved his life. He was barely alive when she picked him up. He loves her, but she hurts him. She yells at him. She says terrible things about her wonderful family and her brothers generous fiance. She complains about her perfect life day and night while she whips him.

After she makes him bleed he wants to kill her, but he doesn't. Eiden is willing to wait, and wait, and wait until the last spark of kindness in Serena is gone. The White family and the other servants are always kind to him, but not Serena. He works hard. He waits for her to notice how hard he works. The old Serena almost apologizes to him after the bloody accident, but she doesn't, so in that life she dies alone. Eiden was more fanatically loyal to her than anyone else. His complex feelings for her made his magic dark and evil, forever.

That changes.

The new Serena tries to die again. She blesses her brothers engagement. She supports her family for the first time, and she welcomes his royal fiance. Aaron's fiance eagerly returns to him, and then Serena thinks her role is over. She has patched up all of the relationships the original Serena tore apart. Her parents will be happy without her. She doesn't want to ever tell the White family their daughter is gone. She doesn't ever want them to know that she's a fake with a different soul. So, after the fabulous engagement party she throws herself down a tall staircase.

Eiden uses his magic to catch her, and it turns gold. It's not dark and volatile anymore. It looks like holy light. All Eiden needed was one single moment of kindness from Serena. When the new version of her treats him with respect he slowly lets his resentment go. He no longer wants to kill her. He would never let her kill herself.

I think the new Serena will be able to empathize with him. The nameless woman had to serve her sick, spoiled sister. Eiden had to serve the spoiled and violent Serena.

They're similar and quite compatible.

Lucas wants her, but Eiden definitely isn't going to let him have her.

Eiden seems sane and stable now, but he wasn't for at least a decade.

I'm sure his conflict with Lucas will be dramatic.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #I'm a Villainess. Can I Die?

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neet-elite · 1 month

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good evening!! had a couple thoughts today….

1. not to be icky but…love interest pube style. personal bias taking place but

- i don’t think whitney does much but trim them. they’re blonde and he has a happy trail. f!whitney has a landing strip (your art of puppy m!whitney is exactly how i picture it)

- kylar doesn’t grow much body hair, so he doesn’t have to do much to his as well, but he also barely has them. f!kylar trims hers but still has a dark bush

- avery, regardless of gender gets waxed to keep up with their high end attitude

- robin, regardless of sex doesn’t think much about their pubes, but like kylar also doesn’t grow much

- eden is hairy and owns it completely

- not sure about sydney…?

also, as a sdv and dol enthusiast, whit/kylar and sam/seb occupy the same space in my brain. almost like whit/kylar are the dark version of sam/sebastian? i mean when you play with the yandere seb mod its basically kylar but in the country. not that i see sam as ever being a bully but i also see how the angst in his personal life could lead him to being angry at the world.

also, i fucking hate shane too.

hope the rest of your evening night is well!!!

- <3 whitney’s toy

good evening my love :D pubes are not icky do not worry <3 i actually love chatting about them, they're such a neat detail to discuss. as well as body hair in general, i looooove body hair hehe..

Whitney: i agree with your words. to be honest, i was a little inclined to say that they might be clean shaven down there, if only because i think they care too much about their appearance and seem like the type to do that. but they're also a slut, and im unsure if they'd have the time to keep on top of being clean shaven. so i think they'd more often than not just tidy the place up and think good enough.

Kylar: i think they both don't grow a lot like you said, and also that the hair that is there is very dark. m!kylar might be more inclined to shave if asked to, but f!kylar is such a failgirl that i think you'd have to help her shave. wet cat f!kylar looking up at you like the pleading emoji being like: pwease... pwease help me.... i also think they're both just so gross and nasty that they prefer to keep it natural anyway.

Avery: definitely waxes everything the moment hair even thinks about growing, especially pubes. too expensive not to like you said LOL. high maintenance BITCH i love them.

Robin: likes to keep it natural too i think, and also definitely prefers it if their partner is natural also. would enjoy shaving every once in a while just for a change, but otherwise has enough on their plate and forgets about shaving entirely most of the time lol.

Eden: is so hairy ur so right. kind of like robin, eden doesn't even register that they might want to shave, because they're too busy otherwise. has a big bush anyway and would think it a waste of time to even trim.

Sydney: doesn't to begin with, but i think after some sexual experience they might like to at least try shaving. just for a change. i don't think they have a preference either way, but would be happy to accommodate their partner if they have a pref.

and you're right about whit/kylar and sam/seb. it's just the sun/moon duo, right? another example would be: naruto/sasuke. extroverted blonde bitch x introverted black haired bitch, yknow? im sure there are plenty other examples, but i deffo see the similarities between them in relation to character studies! tbh i love placing characters into ill-fitting roles anyway like dress up dolls, i don't think i've written a single piece of fanfiction depicting any character the way i actually think they'd act, so.

and FUCK SHANE. all my homies HATE SHANE. i want to kill him in the game. when he's dying on the cliff i wish there was an option for me to kick him off.

#💌mail #whitney’s toy anon #wishing you well love <3

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 11 months

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A Brain Injury turned him into a Math Genius

Jason Padgett had dropped out of Tacoma (Wash.) Community College, and was a self-described “goof” with zero interest in academics, let alone math. The only time he dealt in numbers was to track the hours until his shift ended at his father’s furniture store, tally up his bar tab, or count bicep curls at the gym.

With his mullet, leather vest open to a bare chest, and skintight pants, he was more like a high-school student stuck in the 1980s — even though it was 2002, and he was a 31-year-old with a daughter. He would race his buddies in a freshly painted red Camaro. His life was one adrenaline rush after another: cliff-jumping, sky-diving, bar-hopping. He was the “life of the party.” The guy who would funnel a beer before going out and would slip a bottle of Southern Comfort in his jacket pocket to avoid paying $6 for mixed drinks.

Party time came to end the night of Friday, Sept. 13, 2002, at a karaoke bar near his home. There, two men attacked him from behind, punching him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. He fell to the ground as the two men punched and kicked him, stopping only when he handed over his worthless jacket. He was rushed to the hospital, where a CT scan revealed a bruised kidney. He was released that same night.

The next morning, while running the water in the bathroom, he noticed “lines emanating out perpendicularly from the flow. At first, he was startled, and worried. Days went by, but the visuals remained. Padgett, who had scored relatively high on IQ tests in elementary school but reached only pre-algebra in high school, soon became “obsessed with every shape in my house, from rectangles of the windows to the curvature of a spoon.” When he looked at numbers, colorful shapes superimposed over them. He stopped going to work and began to read anything he could get his hands on about math and physics. He developed a fascination with fractals and pi.

The doctors called what happened to him a “profound concussion.” Little did they know just how profound it was. Padgett is one of only 40 people in the world with “acquired savant syndrome,” a condition in which prodigious talents in math, art or music emerge in previously normal individuals following a brain injury or disease.

There were downsides that came along with the new Padgett. Once gregarious and outgoing, he now refused to leave the house. He nailed blankets to the window and refused visitors. He became obsessed with germs and washed his hands until they were red and raw. He couldn’t even hug his own daughter until she washed her hands. He began to fear that this wasn’t a gift at all — that it all was a sign of mental illness.

Padgett reached out to Wisconsin psychiatrist Dr. Darold Treffert, the world-recognized expert on savantism who had studied Kim Peek. Via e-mail — and later in person — Treffert diagnosed Padgett with acquired savant syndrome, one of only 30 people identified at the time. Padgett wasn’t alone, and this comforted him. He tore the blankets off the windows and enrolled in a local community college.

He is now an author, artist and mathematician.

#Jason Padgett #medical mysteries #medical conditions #acquired savant syndrome #unsolved

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i am always happy to give a gentle shove <3 i adore you. now PLEASE tell me about grey hair jake

@urmomsonfire Hope you know ill be pulling you off the cliff with me if anything, sure there will be fun at the bottom <3

Thank you for the ask, this made my niiight to answer.

This one took a few turns but it was motivated by that picture of Glen Powell with the patch of grey patch at the side ? Me being an absolute sap thought it would be cute if it was the spot that Bradley would kiss every so often after he first noticed it. Jake woulda gotten a kick out of beating him to another milestone, make a few silver fox jokes, confident as ever, not a hint of wanting to get it covered. Que smut.

...what it turned into, because i am, again, a sap, is the two of them coming up to their hotel room after a night of Jake schmoozing and Bradley taking care of him. Jake would be more tired in this one, so he'd complain about all this networking giving him greys. Not a complaint at how he looks but at this being part of his job. Im not 100% set on if they're married by then or not but it would just be Bradley sharing all the things he cant to do by Jakes side.

i think i wanted to see the sides they would take in their relationship later on, what they would have learned the other needs after nights like this after trial and error. Their strengths, how they navigate what they both are working towards in their field. How they're still different, but also how much more open they may be to open communication.

And to conclude this essay, the reason it ain't out yet is cos even this simple question has me writing an essay when i could give you a line. BUT now that i have it open and nothing to do tomorrow but drink mulled wine... maybe ill have a snippet for you ;)

#WIP #Mine #Kale has a better eye for finding spots to press to get a things going than a massage therapist does.#just straight up has me dropping anything they ask for.

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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To Cry for the Moon Part 10 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: The one is going to be tough, but I promise it will pay off. We actually do have a plan for this story.

Please do not take, copy, or translate without talking to me first. Reblogs, likes, and comments are encouraged. But anything else please message me first. I work really hard on these, I was a writing apprentice for a comic book writer and learned this craft despite having issues I had to overcome, like essential tremors, a mild reading disability, and aphantasia. I put my heart and soul into everything I write. Thank you.

The story idea, and most of the voicemails to Steven & Marc were written by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!) Also realized I should probably add content warnings, so I did and tagged them. If you think I missed a warning please send me an ask. I try to tw tag even the tiniest thing so no one has to suffer if I can help it.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic, @urlocallsimp @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner, @crypticruler, @animelover18, @philiasoul, @distinguishedmakerpandapatrol, @22carolina08, @preciousbabypeter

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader

Content Warning: Mental Illness, Injury, Death, Violence, Fighting

Word Count: 2k+ (for those curious the whole fic wc is 17,332. And it is nowhere near done lol)

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 11, Part 12

Part 10: Seemingly the End

After getting off the plane painful memories came rushing back. Y/N had not been back here since the Eternals separated. It was a painful memory but she pushed through it. After taking a short trip to a small city, Y/N pulls out her phone. She makes one last call before they venture too far from the jungle-surrounded city to have signal. She calls Steven and isn't surprised to hear his outgoing voicemail again.

“Screw the theatrics, I don’t even know if you’re even going to get this. We’re in the middle of the god damn Amazon because Druig thought it would be a grand fucking idea to place his cult here of all places. He’s a stubborn bastard, but if we’re gonna pull this off we need him. I'm sorry, Marc, Steven. I am so sorry. Osiris can tell you what is happening, all Khonshu has to do is ask. Khonshu was more right about me than he could have ever known. And well, I meant it earlier when I said you should talk to your dad, you uh, never know when he’ll kick the bucket, so to speak. I miss you guys, I wish I could talk-” she lost signal as they got further from the city. She hoped enough of the message went through. She put her phone away and took to the air to attempt to narrow down Druig's commune location.

Her feet touch the ground as they near the modest commune. She could feel the people around them. Their hearts are kind and welcoming. She watches the people around her as the others talk. They all feel like good people. She can feel their loyalty. It's quiet and content. Her focus is drawn and she feels herself truly smile for the first time since leaving London when Druig finally walks out.

"Please," Druig says with a smirk, "Make yourselves at home."

He studied Y/N as she got closer. "Who do I need to control off a cliff for taking the stars from your eyes?" Druig asks as she finally near him.

"Wouldn't kill him, or them, if you did, but you'd probably still enjoy it," Sprite told him. Druig raised a brow.

"Doesn't matter," Y/N says, knowing it was so much more than her issues with Marc and Steven. "It's good to see you." It wasn't a lie. She always missed Druig. He was more her brother than the others. Druig could always understand how overwhelming her powers were. How being surrounded by people was a blessing and a curse. He could feel the minds around him like a constant buzz. Y/N always felt the same thing but instead of minds, it was hearts. Having to sit back and watch the wars and conflicts as time went on weighed on her heart as it did his mind. They had an understanding of things that the others just couldn't comprehend. The heart and the mind were vital to human existence after all. The only difference was he could control minds, she had to judge hearts as is. And honestly, he thinks he was given the easier task.

Druig rolls his eyes but hugs her, he didn't need to read her mind to know how broken she was. "Told you that you should have come with me. They would have loved you. No one would have broken your heart." He gestures to the members of his commune.

"Ask me again after you talk to everyone else," she tells him.

"I might just hold you to it." Druig grins.

"I might just let you." Y/N hugs him again.

Druig chuckles as he pulls away, and goes to the main hall with her just behind him.

She knew he was stubborn but she had hoped he wouldn't resist them so much. He gets under everyone's skin so easily sometimes. And Ikaris made it easy. It didn't help Sersi's phone went off. It made Y/N want to check hers, but she knew she wouldn't have anything. Marc didn't want anything to do with her. No need to waste the battery. Instead she reached out with her powers to feel the community Druig had cultivated for years. They were so content. It wasn't easy knowing if the team failed, these people would die. Her attention was drawn back by Ikaris saying Druig was wasting their time. Druig hadn't agreed to join them. She wasn't really surprised. She had been hopeful, but not unrealistic.

Y/N follows Druig out. "You told me to ask you to stay again," he says.

"I did," Y/N replied.

"Would you?" He asks.

"Not if it means I'd just have to stay here and watch them all die without trying to stop it. Osiris and Isis believe we can stop it. I have let them down enough ready, I have to try."

"And you're here to convince me to help," he states.

"I'm here because I missed you and I would feel better if you were there. Is it so bad I wanted to see one of my best friends one last time before we all might die or get reset? Yes, I was hoping you would help us, but I'm not going to make you."

"You still wouldn't join me, would you? You love your human too much, the one that broke your heart. You could always bring him."

"His mind would drive you up a wall. They have at least 3 personalities and Khonshu in their head."

"Sounds crowded," Druig admits. "But does sound amusing. Haven't had a new challenge in centuries."

"If you want a challenge then join us, forcing a celestial to sleep, I don't think you could find a bigger challenge."

"I see what you did there," Druig says, shaking his head.

"And you know me too well to know I can't just let humanity end because of Arishem's lies. I've always been willing to die for the truth, only this time I genuinely might."

"Try not to," he says. Before they can say much more, they hear Sersi shouting. Deviants. Deviants had found them. Y/N takes off running, summoning her wings as she did. She flies and joins Kingo in trying to buy the others enough time to get the villagers clear of the fight. As Kingo focuses on keeping one of them busy, Y/N tries to keep them away from where Sersi is leading the people. She shouts for Sersi when the other Eternal is hit while trying to fortify the building. Y/N immediately launches a round of feathers at the beast to draw it away from her friend. Her attacks are joined by rifle fire and her heart sinks when she sees a number of villagers under Druig’s control shooting at the beast. She goes to volley another attack when Druig jumps over the deviant and shoots at it.

“Seriously?!” She shouts as she drops down to block the creature's tail as it swipes at the humans. Her wings took the brunt of the blow. She hopes that Druig is paying enough attention so that she doesn’t end up with a bullet in her back while trying to defend his people. She doesn’t even have enough time between blows to get a hit in. She focuses everything she has on staying ahead of the deviant's tail. She was starting to think that splitting her powers may have actually been a mistake when she feels herself losing her footing. Unable to get into the air was limiting what she could do. She tries to summon a blade but the deviant shifts faster than she can, wraps its tail around her leg and slams her into the dirt, before she can get her wings back up to protect herself, the jaws of the beast latch onto her side. Ripping a scream from her as it does.

The only reason it doesn’t kill her is that Sersi traps it in a metallic tree and Druig pulls her out from the shocked creature’s gaping maw. She pushes him away. She doesn’t have the energy to tell him how stupid he was being. She left Sersi to talk sense into him. Y/N took to the sky to get a better chance for an attack. The pain in her side was unbelievable, but she focused on attacking as the deviant broke free from its improvised cage. She’d never been so glad to see Ikaris in her life when he shows up to take on the deviant now heading for Druig. He took the beast out swiftly with his eye beams, before going after another. She tried to give him aerial support, but it was becoming harder and harder to build up enough energy for an attack. She feels water hit her as Sersi battles a deviant by hand. Y/N is just as shocked as the rest of the group when Sersi transforms the deviant into a tree.

Y/N begins to feel her wings fade and flicker, and her vision grows fuzzy around the edges. She knows she won’t last much longer. Her heart is beating too fast and the bite on her side has already soaked her shirt and jacket in blood. She knew her phone was probably smashed in her pocket. There went her chance at telling Steven and Marc goodbye. She tries to lower herself gently to the ground but her knees buckle and she falls. She hears shouting and feels hands on her. They move her and she stares at the tops of the trees. She wishes she could see more of the sky. She loves the sky. She loves flying. It felt natural. She wishes she could see the moon, one last time. To know that maybe, just maybe she'd get to say goodbye. She tried, but all that came out was a choked sob. She wanted to tell them all that she would see them in the next life. It wasn't until hands gripped her face and brushed back her tears that she focused on the figures now blocking small bits of the canopy.

She tried to reach for them and her blood-soaked hand was pulled into Sersi's own. She shook her head at Druig as he tried to help her. Her other hand gestures for them to come closer. They do. She summons up as much energy as she can. "Save them for me."

"We will," Sersi says.

She leans her head up with the last strength she has and bumps Druig's forehead earning a sad laugh. Her head drops back down but he returns the gesture.

"You've got nothing to worry about now," he says. Her strength is gone, she closes her eyes and knows it's over. A fleeting thought of goodbye and then darkness.

Druig was on his feet as soon as he knew she was gone. He looked at the destruction around them and the blood on his hands. Sersi squeezes the limp hand in hers before she stands up. She needs to think. She has to call Steven. Sersi feels another piece of her heart shatter. But before she can do anything she's called because Y/N isn't the only loss. Gilgamesh had fallen defending Thena. And Thena was inconsolable.

Egyptian Underworld

Osiris hears shouting. He approaches the scales as the chains of the plate holding the feather break. He picks up the feather and it feels wrong. Very wrong. Too much like a normal feather and the ethereal glow dims slightly. That was not good. He gently sets it aside. "Time to intervene," he says and gestures for Anubis to follow him as he opens the gates and they pass through. Summoning their avatars he opens the path to Y/N. "Oh little feather, what did you do." He nods at Anubis who has his avatar carefully lift Y/N and they return to the temple. "Fix her up as best you can. Her master may have forsaken her, but we shall not. Teach those Celestials that they have no more power over death than we do."

Osiris was quick to retrieve the feather of truth, encouraged by the slight glow that it still held. It was her, she had told him. Now he would use it to put things back the way they should be. A devoted goddess like Ma'at deserved at least that. If she was too far gone and beyond his reach, he would have Anubis do what he was best at, what he was worshipped for. But Osiris felt it would work. They would not be saying goodbye to Earth. It was not their time yet.

Ruins of Druig's Commune

"Where is she?" Kingo asks as he goes to retrieve Y/N to place her alongside Gilgamesh.

"What?" Druig pushes past him to find Y/N's body gone.

"You're sure she was dead?" Ikaris asks and earns a vicious glare from Druig.

"Yes," Druig spat.

"Maybe an animal-"

"Don't-" Druig warns.

"Druig," Kingo starts.

"Then we have to find her," Sersi says.

Sprite and Thena stay with Gilgamesh while the others search and find nothing. No signs of tracks, no trace. Nothing. They eventually decide that they had to give Gilgamesh a proper send-off. And Sersi still had something she needed to do.

Once Sersi was able to clean her hands she found her phone and found Steven's number. She calls it. They don't answer, though she wasn’t surprised. They probably thought Y/N had borrowed her phone to call. So she left them a message she knew would destroy them if and when they do get it.

"Steven, or Marc, it's Sersi, I…I hate having to do this in a voicemail. I would rather do this in person, or even in a real phone call, I…if we had more time I would do this in person, but we lost Y/N. Part of me hopes Khonshu knows, she always found it annoying when he boasted about knowing all that happened under the moon." Sersi let out a shaky laugh. "She…well, she fought to the end. She loved humanity, she loved you all. She loved you, both of you. She would want you to know."

Sersi hung up and just hoped the message got through. But she would find a way to reach them, to save them, and all of humanity. Druig was onboard now. They would end this for all of them. Their deaths would mean something.

Temple of the Gods

The first thing that registers to Y/N's mind is the cold. She feels cold, the cold stone beneath her makes her shiver.

"Welcome back, Ma'at," the voice of Isis' avatar says. "The goddess will be glad you pulled through." Y/N goes to speak but is hushed. She hears footsteps approaching followed by a whispered conversation she cannot process. Y/N finally opens her eyes but puts up no fight as she is lifted. The avatar of Anubis sets her back down but this time on a soft blanket that the goddess' avatar gently wraps around her. "You have been through quite the journey, and you need rest. Sleep now."

The next time she wakes Osiris is there, his avatar looms above her as he updates her on what has happened. Her family had lost another soul. Gilgamesh had fought and earned a warrior's death and were it up to Osiris he would be rewarded in his afterlife. Sadly, Gilgamesh, like Ajak, was beyond his reach.

"But your feather saved you," he told her. "Your commitment to serving humanity in this life and the next is what brought you back. Your strength will hopefully return with time, but your heart beats again, and when the time comes you will show the Celestials that we gods are not to be underestimated. He sat the feather gently beside her, the faint glow although weaker than before still shown. "You have earned more time, feather. I know you will use it wisely."

She wakes again in a bed with soft light shining through the open window. "You are safe," the voice of Osiris' avatar spoke. "You will find everything you need in this room. Bathroom, if you feel like you have the strength is through there." He gestures to an open door. "You are safe here. Osiris will summon you when the time comes."

"I need to call my family, to call-"

"If you wish to help them you will not waste your energy," another voice spoke. She recognized the avatar for Horus. "You wish to join your friends again to fix things, do you not?"

"I do," she admits.

"Then do not waste your energy or tax your healing system with concerns that won't matter. You do not yet know if you can join them or if they will succeed. Why make them suffer your death twice?"

"And Khonshu has not graced us with his presence, even Taweret is surprised, but no need to worry the old bird over things he cannot change. Heal first, then you can right your wrongs."

#To Cry for the Moon Fic #eternals!reader #moon knight eternals crossover fic #eternals x reader #egyptian gods x eternals!reader #marc spector x eternals!reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x female!reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x female!reader #steven grant x reader #khonshu x reader #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: fighting #tw: injury #tw: mental illness

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dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd · 9 months

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A Brain Injury turned him into a Math Genius

He is now an author, artist and mathematician.

#Jason Padgett #medical mysteries #medical conditions #acquired savant syndrome #unsolved

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kariachi · 1 month

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Some nicer daemon au fic! Eva and Devin and introducing daemons, oh my!

For the first time in decades, Devin wasn’t worried about introducing Jubilation. The feeling wasn’t entirely mutual, mind, Jubilation themself had some small doubts he could feel across their bond, but Devin didn’t. Yes, all the people they’d been introduced to before this had had, mixed reactions...

It had come as a surprise when they’d first left home and discovered that Separation not only wasn’t normal, but downright concerning for most species. There were plenty of places on Osmos V, in the Osmos System, conducive to the act, a difficult but known option, old religions that required it even, but for some reason most cultures they’d encountered viewed it as disconcerting at best. An ill omen at worst. All that before anybody even got to see Jubilation, their sheer size and large teeth. Even after decades Phil and Vita got antsy around them, like they thought they might turn around and eat somebody. This time though, this time was different.

Eva and Rufus didn’t get shaken up by anything. More often than not, they were the ones shaking up or shaking down other pairs. It was, to the confusion of their team, part of why Devin liked them enough to bring home. Why Jubilation was interested enough to agree to host them.

“That’ll be them,” Jubilation asked as the sound of an engine came down the road to their isolated little cove. A rocky thing, unpopular and distant enough to have been easily claimed, with a small series of dens dug into the surrounding cliff.

“Probably.” They certainly weren’t expecting any other company, and had gotten maybe four unexpected guests in the last eighteen years. Sure enough, the engine cut off around where the pavement truly ended. Jubilation tensed, trying to make themself smaller as Devin scratched soothingly at their jaw. “Relax, it’ll be fine.”

“You make them sound amazing,” they said in a low tone that did nothing to hide the undercurrent of ‘I want to make a good impression’, as if they could do anything else. They were perfect.

“And that’s why it’ll be fine.” Down the cliff and down the cliff came their company, Eva smiling, deep brown eyes bright as anything as she picked her way with easy grace, Rufus buzzing along the edge of their bond like a security drone. Devin’s heart kicked up a beat, Jubilation rumbling beside him enough that the water trembled around them. “We were beginning to think you weren’t coming!”

“Liar,” Rufus called, barely audible for the size of him.

“You know us better than that.” Eva’s expression widened into a grin at the sight of Devin before sliding over to focus on Jubilation. She didn’t even miss a beat. “Nice to finally meet you.” Devin could feel the tension drain off them.

“The same. He talks about you two incessantly,” they said, colorful fins partly flaring when Rufus laughed.

“I’m beginning to think that's his only setting,” he said, flitting up to the great serpent daemon’s face as soon as he was able, “mooning over his people.”

“I do not moon,” Devin said, grinning. Rufus was all but an iridescent burgundy speck against the blues of Jubilation’s scales, like a jewel beneath their eye, not even the size of their pupil.

“You moon,” Eva said, clapping a hand on his shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Love you, you’re cute, but you couldn’t be subtle if lives depended on it.”

“Lucky they don’t then, huh,” he chuckled, gut doing a little flip at the love declaration. They knew, of course, but there was just something about being reminded he’d managed to properly catch them the attention of a pair so smart and capable. “So, introductions? Jubi, this is Eva and Rufus Jones.”

“I’ll admit,” they said with a pleased rumble, trying to focus on the bird daemon, “from Vita and Deana’s descriptions I expected you to be bigger.”

“Vita and Deana,” Rufus answered, perching on their brow with a ruffle of his feathers, “don’t want people to realize how big of cowards they are.” Eva and Devin snorted in time with each other.

“I’ve seen you both in action,” he said, “it’s not cowardice to be scared of you.” If anything it was common sense. Rufus may have weighed less than an ounce, but that beak could take out an eye and while he’d never seen the little daemon do it he knew him, Eva, and their grey morality well enough to know he would. Even Vita and Phil’s pride got toned down when he challenged them, not a care for her fangs, venom, or sheer size.

“It’s a bit cowardice,” Eva said, smirking. “Bit of cowardice, bit of stupid enough to keep pushing their luck.”

“Six of one, half dozen the other,” Rufus piped in, holding tight as Jubilation laughed.

“The failings of my team aside,” Devin continued, because they were more his team than Jubilation’s, given their aquatic restriction. “Eva, Rufus, my smarter half, Jubilation.”

“Making sure to set the bar low for me,” they teased, laughing again when he rapped on their scales with a grin. He should have known he'd be the only 'proper' outlet for their shared teasing humor when good impressions were to be made.

“The size is about what we expected,” Eva said to them, “but I think Devin undersold how pretty you are.” Jubilation rumbled again.

“You should see me in open water.” With a piping laugh to match Eva’s wide grin, Rufus flitted to resettle on their nose.

“Beautiful, if we could’ve gotten scuba gear on the back on the bike we already would be.” Making a curious noise in his throat as Jubilation flared at the obvious flirting, Devin turned a tilted head to Eva.

“Can you two scuba dive?” They'd never mentioned it, but then when would it come up? Certainly would make things a bit easier. She just grinned wider, stepping over to throw an arm around his waist.

“For them, we can learn.”

#fanfic

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whumpcloud · 2 years

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The Body on the Rocks

content: murder, kidnapping, two whumpers, lady whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, creepy touching, choking, begging, defiant whumpee

"We're killing him."

"Aw, come on."

Derian gasps as he wakes up. There's a blunt, pulsing pain in his head, and he shuts his eyes almost as soon as he opens them.

"Wakey-wakey, pretty boy!" a man's voice laughs, and kicks Derian in the stomach. Derian's cry of pain only makes him laugh again.

"See! He's cute," the man says, and Derian can hear the bright grin on his face, and it makes him feel ill.

A woman groans. "We are killing him."

"N-No!" Derian chokes out, and he can feel both people's eyes on him in an instant.

The man drops to a crouch in front of Derian, and Derian shuts his mouth.

"Aw, don't be like that," the man smiles.

Derian forces himself to focus. He can feel grass beneath him, where he's lying, and the light suggests the sun is setting. The side of his head feels sticky - was he knocked out?

He doesn't know. He can barely remember a thing beyond his own name.

"We've got places to be," the woman snaps. "Stop teasing him."

"You try teasing him," the man replies. "It's fun."

Something about this man feels familiar to Derian. Something about his laugh, his demeanor, like it's something he knows.

Fuck. Derian's own thoughts are slipping through his fingers like fog, but he knows he heard it, not far from here. He was smoking, and he walked over, and… and…

His neck hurts like hell. Gingerly, he rubs at it, then sucks a sharp breath through his teeth. He's bruised. Someone strangled him. The woman shoved him up against a rock by the throat, and every nerve in his body jolted violently at the sensation, and then there was nothing.

"What's your name, pretty boy?" the man asks, dragging the tips of his fingers down the side of Derian's face. "Though don't count on me calling you by it."

"D-Derian." He flinches away from the man's touch. The man laughs. Derian's tongue feels like sandpaper. "Gonna tell me yours, asshole?"

The man rolls his eyes. "Spicy. No need for language like that. It's--"

"Don't tell him your name!" the woman hisses. "He doesn't need to know a thing about us! I'm done with this."

Derian cries out as he's pulled to his feet. The woman is dragging him towards the edge of the cliff. He screams and struggles, but he is small and slight and this woman is stronger than he could ever hope to be.

He needs to tell Charlie he's sorry. He needs to call his dad. He needs to plant flowers for his mom. He needs to tell Charlie he's sorry.

"PLEASE!" Derian screams.

A strangled whine tears through his throat as he's abruptly stopped. He's fucking dangling off the edge. He squirms in the woman's grip, kicking to get his feet on solid ground, but she stops him with a hand squeezing his throat.

"Beg again," she says sharply. "Nicer, this time."

"I--!" Derian gasps. He can't help his eyes flickering down to the rocks below. There's a body. The body of the screaming boy he just wanted to save, before he wound up knocked out at the mercy of these two.

His head is swimming, but it's coming back to him. He just wanted to save someone who got dragged out here to be killed.

And he couldn't do it.

He feels the man's head resting on his shoulder. He doesn't have to turn to know the bastard is smiling.

"I'd do what she says, pretty boy." The man's breath is on his neck. "She can get a little tetchy."

"Please," Derian whispers. "P-Please. I don't-- I don't want to die."

The woman's grip shifts. Derian's heart is still racing, breathing so quickly it's burning. He can feel the woman's eyes glancing between him and the body on the rocks.

"You beg pretty," she says, then throws Derian backwards. The force of hitting the ground knocks all of the air out of his lungs. "Alright. We'll keep him."

The man grins and claps his hands. "I knew you'd come around!"

"Do we have any sedatives?"

"Best I can do you is duct tape."

Derian only has a couple seconds. The world is hazy and unsteady in his grasp, but all he can think about is getting away. The ground is firm under his feet and he is running so fucking fast that his hair is whipping against his face.

He doesn't even get to scream when the man grabs him. A hand is clamped over his mouth and an arm wound so tightly around his chest that it's pressing down on his ribs.

"Pretty boy," the man says, a sing-songy lilt to his voice. "Play nice, huh?"

Derian makes a muffled noise of protest. He can't move in any useful way, and the next he gets to make a sound is when he's slammed over the front of a minivan and his vision swims again.

"Be careful with this later," the woman says pointedly, then slaps duct tape over Derian's mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you," the man rolls his eyes, and tapes Derian's wrists together. "But think about the sounds he'd make…"

It fades to idle chatter as they pull Derian into the car. He isn't thinking about them.

Charlie was the last person to hear from him. And he screamed at Charlie, told him he'd be back whenever, and Charlie probably assumed that meant he'd disappear for a few weeks again and turn up when he was ready to apologise and then do it all over again. Charlie won't even think anything of it that he's gone.

Who knows where he's going to be in a few weeks?

Derian takes a deep breath. He's not going to lose hope in the back of these fuckers' minivan.

"Hey, pretty boy." The man snaps his fingers in front of Derian's face, and Derian's eyes quickly dart to him. "Whimper for me."

Derian glares at him.

The man laughs, and pulls Derian into his lap. Derian freezes.

"Come on," the man says softly, fingers ever-so-slowly trailing across Derian's body. "Do it for me."

His grip tightens on Derian's hip hard enough to bruise, and he gets what he wants.

"Oh." The man's other hand cups Derian's chin with a gentleness that Derian finds spine-chilling all the same. "I love you already."

"Maybe introduce yourself before bringing out the confessions of love?" the woman comments from the driver's seat.

"Did I forget to introduce us? Shame." The man runs his fingers through Derian's hair. "Nicolas Wainwright. And my sister Ophelia. You'll have fun with us. Promise."

Derian closes his eyes. He's going to imagine that he's with Charlie, and he's apologised, and he's going to change this time, he swears, and they're lying on the sofa watching a stupid movie that neither of them are paying attention to.

Yeah. He's going to imagine that, and ignore Nicolas' breath on his neck.

#polly's prose #derian rodriquez #nicolas wainwright #ophelia wainwright #whump #whump writing #kidnapping #begging #choking #creepy/intimate whumper #lady whumper #defiant whumpee #athazagoraphobia

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mothwithapencil · 2 years

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Hi can I just ask for some Ghetsis positivity because I’m sick of everyone around me slandering him

Sorry this is a little late but YES. YES YOU CAN. Big post incoming.

Listen. People hate Ghetsis for completely valid reasons. But people like him, even relate to him, for completely valid reasons too. And I'm sick of people shitting all over Ghetsis and people who like him all the time, even when it's completely uncalled for. I'm sick of having to be "humble" and apologize for liking Ghetsis when introducing myself to people, lest they think I kick puppies and throw babies off cliffs for fun or something. Sick of scrolling his tag and seeing people calling him horrible things or, even worse, targeting his disabilities (physical and mental). Sick of people legitimately claiming he's homophobic, transphobic, even racist just because they don't like him. You do see how that's harmful to people in those groups who like him right. Furthermore, I have the type of RSD where if someone doesn't like a character I like I feel hurt myself. So you can imagine how hellish it is out there. I can't imagine how bad it is for systems with Ghetsis introjects. So for all the completely normal people bearing the curse of simply enjoying a character:

Ghetsis likers! You're valid!

Ghetsis is a very complex, layered character! There's lots to like about him! He's pretty, he's funny, he's tragic, he's a depressed middle aged man.... The list goes on! There's also many valid reasons to relate to him! Ghetsis is implied to have several mental illnesses/disorders/etc that aren't often seen, especially not in a Pokemon game. He's paranoid, he has PTSD, NPD, body dysmorphia, he even shows autistic+adhd traits. He's also a cane user and is popularly interpreted as being an amputee/prosthetic user and having chronic pain from the injuries on his eye/arm/leg/etc. Although him being a villain doesn't do much for "good representation," it's okay for you to see yourself in him! I relate to him for his paranoia, PTSD, and autistic/adhd traits, and that's okay! And some may ask "But N is autistic and likely has PTSD too, why not relate to him instead?" Some may relate to him too! You're allowed to like both of them! Ghetsis and N likers aren't mortal enemies, we're not that different! But not everyone can just choose which characters they attach to. And some may relate to Ghetsis more for a variety of reasons. Ghetsis has a slower, more rough process of healing that may appeal more to some people. You're not obligated to relate to one character over another because the first one isn't a "good guy."

Even if you don't particularly relate to him, you can enjoy him just for the sake of liking him! Some reasons I just think he's a fun character:

His silly "mya-ha-ha-ha!" laugh!!!

The fact that he tries to look intimidating and scary only to call the player in USUM "tiny intruder"

Gee N, your dad is gnc AF!

This picture.

"That blasted Colress! How dare he put his personal intellectual curiosity before our ultimate mission of conquering Unova!" *proceeds to continue spoiling Colress rotten and not doing a single thing to stop him from putting off his work*

The fact that he does so much to make himself seem emotionless but is still clearly very emotional. There's lots of things that confuse and scare him!

His passion! His love for Unovan history and public speaking! (even if he's not the best at delivering them without pacing around and stuttering and trailing off...) (#autism)

His terrible fashion sense. He looks like he fell through a window and got caught on the tapestry. His unexplained love for eye motifs. Me too.

The sheer fact he's such a layered character. There's a lot about Ghetsis that's never directly stated in the games, and much to be picked up from subtle implications. His history as a descendant of fhe Ancient King, his several traumatic life experiences (two separate pokemon attacks, and of course the "memory that has continued to haunt [him]," etc.

His incredibly silly dynamic with Colress. According to pokespe and the RR episode, they've known each other for years, much longer than one would think initially. Trying not to steer too much into antigrav territory, their friendship is unique and funny. They're best friends. They threaten to feed each other to Kyurem daily. As long as they don't get caught, they plan on conquering Unova together. Colress annoys Ghetsis on purpose and Ghetsis responds with ranting about him in private but still raising his paycheck. Chaos duo.

This post is already so long, and I could say more, but to top it off I want to say:

Ghetsis likers who hate N and N likers who hate Ghetsis are the weakest link. As I said earlier, we can enjoy both! Ghetsis enjoyers and N-joyers, we have a lot in common! We both love a very clearly autistic guy with lots of trauma and pretty long hair! It's not a stretch to assume most of us have some parental issues we're coping with by attaching to them! Furthermore, you don't have to "avenge" N by violently hatimg Ghetsis. N still loves his dad, and even if he doesn't have to, he still wants Ghetsis to heal and get better (Cue to... Everything he says to Ghetsis, and even his line when teamed up with him in Pokemas: "I still have hope for you, Ghetsis..."). If he saw the things some of you say about his dad, he'd be horrified. I promise you, saying you want to kick out Ghetsis' cane and take out his other eye just makes you ableist, not a soldier fighting for N's honor. People who like either character aren't at war with each other! I love my N-joyer friends! We can coexist.... Harmonia enjoyers holding hands and singing in a circle...

That's about it! Sorry I'm so passionate about this, I've just seen a ton of hate on Ghetsis lately and I want to combat it. By the way, feel free to send me an ask about any of the stuff I mentioned here!

Please don't interact with this post if you're going to say some mean shit about Ghetsis/his fans or say "he's not actually autistic/disabled etc" "I hate him but..." "You still shouldn't like him because xyz". Please just let this be a happy space for us!!!!

#ask #ableism mention #pokemon #pkmn #pokemon black and white #pokemon bw #pokemon bw2 #pokemon black and white 2 #team plasma #ghetsis #n harmonia

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jt-artsandfics · 2 years

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hey would you do 24 with arcann saying it? i absolutely love him but i am not a gamer so ill never get so far in the game that the romance options for him are available, i havnt touched the game since long befor the c 19 pleague and simply arn't realy into computer games, i just realy like him (i fell in love with him and befor that thexan through the trailer all thouse years back and then just read up on him a bit and started kotet because i new of the romance option in kotfe and wanted to play my way to that with little succes)

24- "I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do"

Quite.

Quite was something Arcann wasn't used too, it had been so long since it had been quite. Last time he remembered was when Thexan, Vaylin and himself were children. But now as he stands out on this cliff it is one of his favourite things.

He knows there is a war going on a war that he started. He knows that once he goes back inside the noise will return, but as of right now it is quite. No arguments, no people following him around trying to earn his favour or kissing his feet.

He sighs as he takes a seat on the edge of the cliff, kicking his feet back and forth as he closes his eyes and just exist in the silence. His thoughts are quite another thing he hasn't has the pleasure of knowing for some time.

"Arcann?" His eyes shoot open at that sweet voice and he quickly looks over his shoulder to see the commander standing alittle away watching him. A small smile is pulled on their lips as they slowly walk towards him. As they take a seat beside him the wind rushes thought their hair making it flutter lightly in the breeze. "I was wondering where you wondered off too, I couldn't find you in your normal hiding places" they reply lightly with a smile before closing their eyes and basking in the sunlight and breeze.

"Forgive me commander, it.., it's to loud sometimes, I come out here to get out of my own head, and there aren't eyes on me constantly out here" he replies almost annoyed in the last few words. "I can understand. Sometimes I climb up the top of the base just to get away, I love watching the stars of restless nights." They reply before leaning their head against his shoulder, it makes Arcann tense up before he slowly let's his muscle relax at the gentle touch.

Gentle.

They are so gentle, even after all this time, all the pain and suffering he put them thought they still found it in themself to be gentle with him. "Arcann, are you alright. I know things have been difficult but I'm here for you if you need me" they say lightly which makes him shutter. He shouldn't feel like this, these emotions he has for them. After everything he has done to them. Arcann clenches his fist and jaw as he begins to mentally fight himself.

Soft hands gentle touch his face slowly tracing scars as they turn his face to look them in the eyes. "Forgive me Commander, I.. I'm not sure. I wish to talk to you but also all of this Guilt. It feels like it is eating me. And I have so much I want to say, and ask yet I feel as tho I'm not worth the time" he let's out and hangs his head.

"Arcann, I always have time to talk with you and your not going to scare me off with whatever is eating at you" they say. It almost makes him melt and it give him some small piece of courage to finally say it out loud.

"I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do" he states. He refuses to look them in the eyes. He doesn't want to see the anger or disgust on their face.

"Well I would say kissing me would be a good start" that makes his eyes shoot up with shock and blush rises across his face as they pull him in for a gentle kiss. It's just a lightly brush of their lips against his but it makes him melt, his eyes flutter closed before his robotic arm moves to pull them closer and deepen the kiss.

he doesn't want to push his limits and after a little he pulls back, face flushed and then they smile at him and pull him in for another kiss. They both fall back onto the ground with his Commander on top of him as they run on hand up the side of his face and their other arm holds themself up above him.

They part almost suddenly which makes him worry that they have changed their until they look in the distance alittle with an annoyed look on their face. "Fuck off you eternal asshole, I'm going to enjoy kissing you're son and you can't do anything about it" they reply before leaning back down and pressing another kiss to his lips.

Arcann sighs into the kiss before parting with them with a smile on his face. Their eyes widen before they smile down at him. "You look very handsome when you smile"

"I.. thank you" he stutters as the commander rolls to lay beside him and run their fingers thought his buzzed hair. "You know we are going to piss off alot of people if we do this Arcann. I'm willing to but only if you are" Arcann goes quite before he speaks up. "I'm willing to"

"It's also going to Piss Valkorian off alot" they state which makes him smile again. "Making him furious will be worth every second of judgement from people" he replies before moving closer. "May I kiss you again" he ask lightly, they smile at him and lean in closer.

"I thought you would never ask"

#swtor #swtor arcann #arcann #arcann tirall #arcann x commander #star wars the old republic #star wars fanfiction #arcann x reader #star wars #valkorion

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