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cyverrieee · 4 months

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[1] WITH A COSPLAYER!YUU WHO SADLY ENDED UP IN TWISTED WONDERLAND WHILE IN COSPLAY...

01 ➳ I might expload if i keep on thinking about this juicy

brainrot eating my brain into BITS anyways..

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ...

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ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ʀᴏsᴇʜᴇᴀʀᴛs

Now you were suddenly transported into twisted wonderland in your Riddle Rosehearts cosplay. This was supposed to be the day you were going to have a fun convention day with your friends who cosplayed the other Heartslabyul members. Now that you literally get to face the actual Riddle Rosehearts. You were definitely fuming with embarrassment! You laughed uncannily, the other members of Heartslabyul still incoherent shock. Especially Ace

You try to blabber out some excuses WHY you were wearing Riddle's dorm outfit! Riddle was much confused but slightly impressed. The makeup was nice, the styling of the wig was impressive. Especially the details in his atrocious outfit (if you handmade it of course).

God damnit! You were basically dying in embarrassment, you can't possibly say to Riddle that he is a fictional character in a game! No that knowledge is definitely unbearable to someone like him. But you couldn't find anymore words to describe your current predicament; your only chance was to tell.. Half of the truth!

"W-Well.. Your a famous favorite... Character back in my.. World! People loved your personality, they find you.. "

Now how to describe this? How the hell do you say something about it! Riddle was shocked. He wasn't expecting people to like his personality knowing how stern he was before his overblot.. Or even now!

You mostly spend the following hours in your Riddle cosplay, what would make it even funnier is when you and riddle would walk together, you two look the same but the only difference was in height. Obviously you were taller than Riddle. But you really slayed in those heels!

Of course, when you finally took off your Riddle cosplay was when he actually saw you. He felt like he got tricked because aint no wait some of your features just disappeared! (Your makeup skills were too good, professional catfisher!..)

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Well shit. This is awkward. Its not everyday you face the character you were literally cosplaying as... You found feel a rush of embarrassment go through your head. You were wearing the fairy gala outfit of Leona with a high ponytail (because before being suddenly sucked into Twisted Wonderland. You were sweating in your cosplay and decided to put your wig up in a ponytail because it was thick)

Leona only looked at you and laughed. Okay now, this was more embarrassing than you expected. Your cosplay was a bit incomplete if you could say. You couldn't find any damn white shoes to match the outfit so EARNESTLY and EVEN SO DESPERATELY asked your own mother to borrow her silly heels that she wore on her wedding, but fuck that was like... More than a decade, thats for sure. Somehow it kinda fits you, same shoe size or whatever. It definitely caught Leona's attention knowing how you're almost at his height, yet just kick off a few more centimeters then you'll reach it!

Ruggie feels constipated seeing two Leonas sit in one room. Goddamit! Now he has to grab for two of them! Oh? One of them is real nice for no absolute reason? A nice Leona feels like a nightmare, but he'll take wha he can get. Since you can't get out of your silly cosplay, you were forcibly going around the campus with your fairy gala cosplay. A bit embarrassing but it has a few perks, people who didnt knew it was the fake Leona would have had probably been shaling their boots off. A little threatening to have something wont hurt right? Nahh, they wont know anyways. You were a Ruggie in disguise.

Sometimes, Leona would point details you missed. Like oh! You forgot this or you literally forgot to add that. He just wanted to seen as a perfect piece of art. If your cosplay is 100% handmade, he is secretly impressed by your dedication and motivation. What? This took you 6 months? HALF A YEAR? His respect kinda went up a bit. If you cosplay with your friends and family, maybe tell some stories about you and your friend/cousin/sibling dressing up as Falena and doing the scene from Lion King with your younger sibling/short friend. "Whats the Lion King Scene?" All the braincells probably left out of your brain because oh my fucking god, all you hear in your head is "LONG LIVE THE KING.." and you know.. yeah... You went silent after that, you cannot say that. Moving on!

When Leona saw you out of your cosplay, he was still secretly impressed over your makeup skills; not one for makeup himself but he just finds that you can literally become another person just with makeup impressive but he wont dare say it out loud. Professional catfisher am i right?

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Oh you cosplayed Azul? Hes fine on the outside but screaming in the inside. If the world allows you, you might hear him scream.

Jade and Floyd finds you pretty cool. You cosplayed Azul and you looked so silly and cool in it!

If you were a chubby cosplayer, Azul will scream at this point. An actual scream (not because hes scared or anything. Hes having a plentiful of positive emotions rushing through his brain.)

He will check your cosplay too! Checking every detail. Saying this like "impressive" "amazing labor!" He would definitely be shock on how much time it took you , even if his outfit is easily to replicate. Your broke ass decided to take it the hard way andake it by scratch because no money will be wasted generously.

Please show your Azul impression. He actually kinda wants to see it. If you do silly things in your Azul cosplay. He's gonna be slightly embarrassed but at some point, he might get used to it.

DID I HEAR THAT CLEARLY?! YOU MADE A PROP OF AZUL'S GOLDEN CONTRACT?! He looks at it with awe. Even though it just glossy yellow paper with some writings, its still very nice you went this far for something as someone like him.

You two will roam the hallways asking for contracts now! Just kidding (if you want to :3)

When Azul saw you without your cosplay, he still finds you amazing in your skills of makeup and stylization. Not everyone can transform themselves into another person with makeup and a measly brush no?

The professional catfisher strikes again!

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➥ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ!

! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ !

➳ [2] 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮, 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴

ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

#akix's lil stars #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fanfic #twst x reader #cosplayer!reader #cyber's wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto

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txttletale · 4 months

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Once again this goes back to "artstyle theft" the idea that an ai using peoples artworks to train it to create art in said styles i would hardly call full on theft. Yes it is not good to do this especially without consent but a person can do the exact same thing and copy a persons "artstyle" based off of images that they have absorbed. It is building off of peoples artstyles like a normal person would, not to mention its a wide range of artists. I'm not saying that this isn't a bad thing on midjourney's end however it is similar to me getting a full reference dump of an artist's portfolio and basing everything off of said person's art. an Ai can never replicate a person's artstyle 100% or the little tells of a person's art. Either way. It goes back to do people theoretically own the artstyle which is within their art. In which I would say No. Nobody owns an artstyle. Just because it is using peoples art to build off of does not mean it is stealing their art fundementally. They are not putting your art up on their page claiming it is theirs. Your original art that was initially put for it to learn wont ever be fully recreated 100% by the ai. Nor will it ever get any of your little tells. The specific brush strokes. Nothing. I am not saying people don't have the right to be upset by an AI using their art to build it's generator. However Once again. It will never be able to completely replicate your own art. Maybe it is my opinion but I don't think this is necessarily going to hurt artists as much as one would think. Yes it has to do with the consent of your work being used however. As I have repeatedly said. Using your art to replicate your artstyle is not theft.

yeah i absolutely agree with the caveat that in your human artist example if you then went on to market yourself as being able to draw 'in the style of' whatever artist's stuff you learned from, you'd be a prety huge dick, & likewise i think it sucks of midjourney to actively market that as a selling point (although any world in which either of these things are legally actionable is a nightmare world). otherwise 100%.

#ask #ai art

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ibrithir-was-here · 1 year

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Sandman Enchanted AU

So i watched Disenchanted today and it was wonderful, and made me super nostalgic for Enchanted, and since my brain has been on Sandman for two months of course it went "do a Sandman Enchanted AU"

Now, would it have made so much more sense to make it a Hope Godling AU, where Hob is the happy singing Endless who gets thrown into the real world to meet Grumpy Human Dream? Yes, of course it would--

But consider the absolute crazy hilarity of an AU where, after Dream's ruby is broken and his power releasesed something goes wrong, and he gets split into two--his dark melonchaly spooky Nightmare Half---and his whimsical, hopeful and actually happy Daydream Half

And the Daydream half gets shot across reality to the New Inn, and Hob Gadling is now stuck playing confused and rather concerned host to a singing dancing Daydream, who's free of his melancholy for the first time in years and is warping reality to make it into a Disney musical eachtime he laughs, which is often.

Hob is absolutely at a loss as to what to do, especially since his Stranger is acting incredibly stranger then usual--and he's smiling at Hob, constantly. Its a good thing Hob's immortal or he's sure he would have died from that smile alone 100 times by now. And as much as he loves seeing his Stranger so happy and affectionate he's trying hard not to take advantage of that by letting his own deep feelings loose as it's clear something is off--

A fact confirmed by Joanna Constantine (who Hob also knows, we'll put her in to fill in Nancy/Morgan's role basically as Hob doesn't have a fiance or a kid) who makes it clear that yeah this isn't how Dream usually is and something must have gone wrong with him trying to get his tools back.

So Hob's trying really hard to be a gentleman and not get too swept off his feet by Daydream--who really isn't making it easy cuz he's so sweet and open and incrediblely affectionate.

The "That's How You Know" moment--which is Daydream trying to get Hob to open up about who it is he has a crush on because how can this person know Hob likes them if he never says-- is horrendously difficult for Hob to hold back just blurting it out, especially with the reality warping 'Open your heart and sing' stuff going on. And he's trying the whole time not to join in the singing.

Meanwhile the Corinthian--who has a combined Nathaniel/Narissa role--has learned about Dream's current condition and determiend that Daydream will be much easier to off--keeps trying to stab the pair and keeps getting trampled by background dancers and such XD

So Hob and Daydream keep getting closer and closer while Joanna tries to find out whats going on, and Daydream is just having a wonderful time, as is Hob, despite his misgivings.

Nightmare meanwhile, is barely holding onto human shape and is very put out about this latest inconvenience--especially since it turns out that Daydream holds the majority of his power to talk to animals, so everything Matthew says to him comes out as more "Caw" then words.

Nightmare finds Daydream eventually and tells him they have to join back together for the good of the Dreaming and the Waking--things are getting more and more unsettled each time a musical number happens-- but Daydream begs to have one real date with Hob before they do, a date where he can just be happy and not mired down by all the self loathing and fear and such that Normal Dream has. Nightmare reluctantly agrees because they wont be able to join back together unless they both agree, so they all end up going to a dance or something thats happening

Daydream has a wonderful time, and so does Hob, who of course has fallen absolutely in love with this side of his Stranger, and will be sorry to see Daydream go.

But Hob makes sure to draw Nightmare intona dance a well "this is your date too really you get a dance too" and during that time tries to tell Nightmare that he loves /all/ parts of him, not just the happy one. Nightmare of course is less then convinced, and of course goes into 1889 mood all over again, saying that he neither wants nor needs Hob's love (liar)

Which is just when the Corinthian has finally managed to snag hold of Daydream, and seeing the current situation, tells them "Look at how upset Nightmare is, he's embarrassed by all this lovey dovey stuff. Always has been always will be. If you go back together Dream will be so humiliated by all the gushy stuff you've done that he'll never go and see Hob Gadling again...unless you dont join back together..."

So when Nightmare comes storming up demanding that they leave and rejoin now Daydream refuses--but reality starts to break down again as the separation deepens by this refusal, things warping and twisting between fantastical daydreams and horrific nightmares as the clock starts to chime down. And finally Daydream starts to break down themself as Nightmare tells them to look around at what's happening, this is why they can't let go, why they have to do their duty, not give into their own daydreams--and Daydream knows that Nightmare is right--and their heart breaks.

And Daydream starts to fade away, something that delights the Corinthian who's managed to stay hidden as he knows the loss will ultimately undue Dream forever.

But just as Daydream can feel sorrow, Nightmare can feel remorse. And he knows that there's only one way for Daydream-- the side of the Prince of Stories that is the embodiment of happy endings and the power of a true love's kiss--to be saved, so he asks Hob to give Daydream the one daydream dearest to him...

After the kiss Daydream and Hob have a tearful goodbye, thanking eachother for all that they've gotten to experience these last few days. Then Daydream finally agrees to reunite with Nightmare. The two come together, the world comes back into balance, and Dream comes back awkwardly into form.

Dream gives an awkward thanks and farewellnto Hob, telling him he needs to go after the Corinthian, and disappears, leaving Hob alone on the dance floor, with a bittersweet smile on his face.

But of course this has a happy ending, and after Dream deals with all that stuff and gets a talking to by Death and has time to process all the memories hw made with Hob as Daydream...he finally gets up the courage to head to the New Inn again, maybe while it’s raining so we can get the rain kiss scene…

And things work out Happily Ever After…

Edit: Now with fic!

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creative-caramel-coffee · 10 months

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Just trying to game

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: You snuck out of bed in the early hours to game despite your cold. What happens when you get caught?

TW: Delirium, nightmares (mentioned),

A/N I probs wont be able to post for a while. (Maybe I will, maybe not.) Im going on holidays. Depends if I find time :)

Your screen was starting to hurt your eyes, making the pounding headache increase, but you paid it no mind. The light was blurring your brain and scrambling your thoughts. Your stream’s chat had been going off since you signed on. Your fans begging you to go to bed and threatening to sick Wanda and Nat on you. Shrugging it off, you knew they didn’t have their numbers to do that. You’d locked the door. It was nearing 3am. After a sleep riddled with nightmares and fever dreams you decided to get up and game. You had switched on your stream after sneaking out of bed with your two girls. They wouldn’t be happy if they knew, but to the best of your knowledge they were still asleep.

Halfway through another game, your phone buzzed. It was tony. The only other person who would be up at this time. He claimed your fans were spamming his public account on instagram and if you didn’t get them to stop he’d get Wanda to kick you off your stream. You begging the stream.

“Guys. Stop spamming tony.” You half coughed, your voice gravelly.

The chat simply blew up in response. Groaning you switched your phone off, much to your fans dismay. Everything seemed ok for about twenty minutes before the door slammed open. You’d missed the red magic unlocking it. Two tried and angry girls stormed in. The chat went wild as Nat switched off the stream, your protests dying in your throat as you broke into a coughing fit. Strong hands rubbed your back and another guided your head into her lap. When had you ended up on the floor. A cool glass was pressed to your lips and water soothed your sore throat. When your vision cleared you saw Nat’s worried face looking at you as you laid in Wanda’s arms.

“Baby why are you awake?” Wanda’s anger seemingly gone.

“Stupid dreams and cough wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Nat cooed coming over to join you on the floor. She carded a hand through your hair stopping when she touched your forehead. “Oh baby your on fire.”

“I know I’m so hot” you winked. Making Nat roll her eyes.

“No my sweet. You have a fever.” Wanda smiled, concerned.

“Oh.” You said before hunching over in another coughing fit as your throat burned. The hands were back as they guided you back to the water.

“Oh love that doesn’t sound good.” Wanda cooed.

“Let’s get you back to bed and take your temperature. Love your defiantly sick and probably delirious.”

“Ok.” You smiled, eyes closing.

“Not here. In bed love.” Wanda smiled tapping your cheek lightly. You smiled at her making grabby hands at Nat who rolled her eyes and scooped you up. You nuzzled into her neck, her cool skin feeling amazing against the fire raging under your own.

Wanda disappeared, probably in search of the thermometer. After a long amount of rummaging in the bathroom she swore. Coming out to face you, her hands poised dangerously on her hips.

“Love. Where is it?” She sighed.

“Where’s what?” Nat asked, confused.

“She hid the thermometer.”

“Really Y/n/n?” Nat groaned. Making you giggle, the fever starting to effect you.

“‘S funny.” You laughed. Wanda fought down a smile. You were very childish when sick. You pointed at the bathroom. “S in there or sumfing.” You grinned. Nat and Wanda both went to look and you whined at the loss of contact. After about five minutes, there was a noise of triumph.

“You really hid it in a toilet paper roll love?” Wanda asked slightly amused.

“Dunno. Can’t r’meber.” You slurred, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. Nat gently pulled your wrist away, you whined again.

“You either stop rubbing or eye drops.” Nat cooed softly. That made your stop. You hated eye drops.

“Did we turn off da stream?” You yawned.

“Oh baby. Your really out of it aren’t you love?” Wanda cooed. You simply shrugged in response, to tired to form proper words.

“Open up.” Nat said tapping your chin. You opened your mouth. The cold metal feeling good against the underside of your tongue. Everything was on fire and achy. You almost cried when they took away the cool metal.

Wanda frowned. “101.9 love that’s too high for my liking. We don’t want to fry that sweet brain of yours.” Nat’s hands felt amazing as she ran them through your sweaty hair.

“Do you think you could have a shower love?” Wanda asked.

“We can help you my sweet.” Nat smiled.

You simply whined in response. Dubbing you too delirious to understand, the girls scooped you up. Stripping themselves then you and climbing into the bath. They scrubbed your body. You let a few tears fall at the cold temp which felt like ice on your skin. Wanda wiped them away giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Oh love. It’ll be over soon.” She cooed. Pulling you flush against her.

When the had both rinsed and dried off they wrapped you in a fluffy towel and then put you into Nat’s shorts and Wanda’s big hoodie. You looked positively adorable in your girls eyes. But your pink nose and cheeks won out as you sneezed into the sleeve pathetically.

“M sorry” you mumbled.

“That’s ok my heart you cant help it.” Nat smiled rubbing your arm from where she was holding you up. Now you were slightly more lucid and able to walk on your own. Nat still guiding though. She walked you over to the bed where Wanda laid waiting.

“Come one my sweet.” Wanda patted the bed beside her which you promptly face-planted into. Making the girls laugh. They pulled your shaking form close. The fever down but not broken. You were too tired to do anything more than cry.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Nat asked, crawling in on your other side sandwiching you between them.

“Cold and feel gross.” You sniffed, tears welling in your eyes.

“Aww love. Go to sleep. We’ll be right here if you need us.” Wanda ran her hands through your hair as Nat rubbed circles on your lower back.

Unable to stay away you succumbed to sleep. Not wasting another moment, your sleeping form curled up into the girls making them coo quietly at your cuteness.

“Sleep well sweetheart.” Nat smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You squirmed in your sleep as Wanda wrapped her arms around you. Wiggling into her chest, the three of you went to sleep. You felt safe and loved in their arms.

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starions · 10 months

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end of the line, we finally reached the edge after all this time.

pairing ; miguel o'hara x gn!spider!reader

words ; 2472

summary ; miguel finds himself face-to-face with you—or a dark, twisted version of you.

tags ; angst, reader has hypnosis powers, reader is described with hair long enough to pull, no use of y/n, gender neutral pronouns/use of second person, i kinda don't know how symbiotes work

han's note ; still written with my spidersona in mind but it is very vague still! i recommend reading part one "i didn't find my love, but i still made it this far without it" because it wont make much sense without it. title is still an ethel cain lyric <3

part one

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As Miguel stepped outside of the portal, he was greeted by you. Not physically, but with your mask covered face plastered on every surface available. It seemed like this Earth—Earth-799—was on track to become similar to his own, with megacorporations feeding advertisements to consumers wherever they looked, influencing them to buy things out of indulgence and not necessity. He wondered, were you a pawn of these capitalists, or were you playing their game right alongside them? He looked around the city, trying to find Jess, but his vision was blocked by either electronic screens or holograms of you advertising some product.

This was his own personal nightmare.

“Jess,” he said to his Gizmo, “where are you?”

A tiny hologram of Jess appeared from his Gizmo, looking rightfully pissed off. “Why did it take you so long to show up?”

“Don't worry about it,” he said. “Where are you?”

“Meet me on top of Stark Coffee on Lexington and 3rd. I’ll fill you in when I see you.” With that, the call ended, and Miguel was left just alone with your smiling face at every angle.

In an instant, Miguel began swinging throughout your New York City, careful not to attract too much attention. The sun was beginning to set, and the twinkling lights of the buildings and advertisements were illuminated off his blue suit. He hoped this would go by quickly, smoothly. Catch the anomaly, return back home. He wouldn’t have to see your face in person, and he definitely wouldn’t have to set foot on this Earth centered around you again. Miguel considered himself rational, and logically, never meeting you again would be a guarantee that your life would continue on, unchanged. He flew with ease, managing to find the rooftop of Stark Coffee in no time at all. Jess stood, arms crossed and face with the beginning signs of bruises. He’d have to send her to the infirmary for a quick check up.

“Are you okay?” Miguel said, landing on his feet and walking over to Jess; he gave her a once over, noticing a few tears in her suit. Miguel tssked, shaking his head. “You need to be more careful.”

“Fine,” Jess said, annoyance in her tone. “Maybe next time, backup will come quicker.”

“Good,” he said, ignoring her quick remark and looking across the rooftop and to the streets below. “What are we looking at here? Where’s the anomaly?”

Jess taps onto her Gizmo, pulling up information about whatever she had been chasing prior to his arrival. “According to Lyla, it's a symbiote from Earth-901220; it’s attached itself to this Earth’s Spidey. They’re incredibly slippery, as you can tell.”

Miguel’s jaw clenched underneath his mask. So much for not seeing you face-to-face. How could this have possibly happened without him noticing? “How long has it been attached?”

“A little under 12 hours.”

“Good, should be easy to detach then, where did you—”

“You brought a friend!” Miguel’s head snapped to the sound of the voice that rang out in the air. He hadn’t heard that voice in person in a long, long time—yet, there was a darkness twisted into it, something chilling, an effect of the symbiote. Standing on the edge of the rooftop, you looked him up and down. Your once red and white Spider-Suit was now tainted black, absorbed by the symbiote. You tilted your head, smiling wildly and showing fangs that rivaled his, and the black mask covering only your eyes crinkled with your smile. “He looks scary,” you teased. “Sorry you had to call for backup,” you said to Jess, “your ego must be bruised.”

She sneered. “Listen, if you just come with us, we can get that thing off of you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, laughing. “This thing has been the best thing to happen to me in such a long time,” you extend your arms out like wings and tilt your head back, feeling the breeze in your hair. “I haven’t felt this free in so, so long.”

“Enough of this,” Miguel snapped. “You’re coming with us. Now.”

Slowly, you moved your head back toward Miguel, staring at him with dark, unrecognizable eyes and resting your arms back on your sides. You hmmed, as if in deep contemplation. “No. I don’t think I will.” With that, you fell backwards off the roof.

Miguel rushed to the edge, looking around. You were nowhere to be seen. “God damn it!” He turned toward Jess. “Go after them on your bike, I’ll be in the air.”

Miguel leaped off the roof, talons digging into the brick roof for more momentum. He shot neon orange webs out of his forearms, eyes straining to catch a glimpse of your black suit against the illuminated lights of the inner city. Miguel held firmly onto the web-line as he glided across the city, finally catching a glimpse of you haphazardly webbing away, destroying the electronic screens with your face on them as you went.

Miguel followed the trail of destroyed advertisements, calling your name as he etched closer. “Stop!” He yelled, getting close enough to you to grab onto your loose hair.

You yelped from the pain, losing your momentum and falling on top of a taxi cab. “Asshole!” You cried out, back stinking momentarily as you got back to your feet. The driver of the cab jumped out of the cab, yelling profanities, and all you did was point to the blue-and-red suited man chasing after you. “His fault!”

You made a mad dash away from Miguel, running across hoods of cars and cabs as you shoot another web out of your wrist, gaining enough speed to make a pendulum out of yourself. Your web-line attaches onto a nearby billboard, and you propel yourself forward as you maneuver through the city streets.

Miguel cursed to himself; you were incredibly limber, able to move through this labyrinth of skyscrapers. This is what Miguel hated about traveling to new dimensions—even though it was the same city as his own, the buildings were different; the landmarks were different; everything was different. You had a general sense of where you were going, him on the other hand, he had no idea.

What Miguel did know, however, were your weaknesses. All that time he spent, analyzing your skills and weaknesses, gave him leverage you did not have on him. Judging by what he was seeing now, the symbiote was amplifying your skills, not improving them. That must mean that the same skills you lack were ever present, and Miguel had plans on exploiting them.

He watched as you landed on top of a rooftop to catch your breath, stopping midswing to land on the rooftop next to it. Hiding from your view, he watched as you wiped sweat from your forehead, looking around for signs of him or Jess. Miguel scoffed at your expression; you seemed disappointed. You liked this game of cat and mouse. Too bad he was about to end it.

As you were getting ready to launch your web again, Miguel leaped into action, taking advantage of the blindspot you had on your left side. You yelped as he grabbed onto your waist, rolling the two of you over a few times before finally pinning your wrists above your head.

“No fair,” you said, shifting in his grip. “I was having fun.”

Miguel ignored you. “Jess,” he said into his Gizmo, “I got them.”

“On it,” Jess replied, the roar of her bike engine in the back, “tracking your location.”

“You’re the boss, right?” You asked from underneath him.

He grunted, tightening the grip on your wrist. What he needed to do was sink his teeth in your neck, paralyzing you like any other anomaly; but he didn’t know the effect of his venom on another Spider-Person, and the thought of hurting you scared him.

“Can you take your mask off?” You asked. “I wanna see the man who captured me.”

“No.”

“Why?” You asked, tilting your head up at him. “Are you ugly?”

He scoffed. “Quite the opposite.”

“Ohh I see, you’re just a tease.” You grinned, a fang poking out of your lip. “Come on, you show me yours, I’ll show you mine. How’s that?”

Miguel hesitated. Everything in him was telling him to ignore them, to web them up and get them back to HQ as quickly as possible, but… he hadn’t seen your face in such a long time. If he could just humor you, once, he could see you in person again. Everything he wished against an hour before. The last image of your face was beaten to a bloody pulp, and he would like to erase that memory.

With a sigh, Miguel nodded, his holographic mask dissipating to reveal his face.

You ooo’d. “Handsome,” you said. “My turn.” In an instant, the symbiote acting as your mask crawled off your face and onto your suit below, uncovering your face to the man pinning you down.

His gaze softened as he took in your features. There was a new scar next to your eyebrow, the mole on your face was on the opposite side, and your eyes were a slightly different color, but it was you. The one he lost, all those years ago.

“Weird reaction,” you said with a quirked eyebrow. “I’ll keep that reaction in my back pocket for later, though.” You looked up at where his large hand still had your wrists pinned down. “This was fun and all, but I’m kinda over it, so…” You looked back at him, staring into his red eyes. “You’re going to let me go now.”

For some reason, Miguel couldn’t break eye contact with you. Your words flooded him with warmth, and all the signals in his brain were turning off one by one. “Let you… go?”

You nodded, smiling softly. “Let me go.”

He did what he was told, his hand released your wrists. As he climbed off you, he made no move to recapture you as he sat on the rooftop, dazed by your words.

“Bye boss man,” you said, as the symbiote mask crawled back on your face. “Tell the cute biker girl I said bye too!”

With that, you propelled yourself off the rooftop, and Miguel sat stumped, entirely confused. After a second, he regained his senses. What the fuck. What the fuck? He didn’t have time to question whether or not that was the symbiote or part of your Spider powers. He immediately called Jess. “Don’t look them in the eyes,” he said, swinging off the rooftop as his mask appeared back on his face. “They have some sort of hypnosis power.”

“I’m assuming they got away?” Jess said over the sound of traffic. “Because I’m looking at them right now.”

Miguel spotted Jess’ bike up ahead, swerving around traffic to get to the symbiote-ridden Spidey wreaking havoc across New York City. “Unintentionally,” he said, making his way toward the two of them.

“Right,” Jess said, as she sped up her bike. She used a nearby ramp to propel her bike upward enough to meet you at the lower height of your swing, hitting you with her bike. You stumbled in mid air, somersaulting before webbing yourself to the nearest building you could find. With a glare towards her, you shot your web at a traffic light, using all your strength to bring it down. In seconds, a collision of cars blocked her path toward you. “You should make sure no one is hurt! You are Spider-Woman, after all.” You called out to Jess, swinging away from the mess you created.

“You deal with that!” Miguel said into his Gizmo. “I got them this time.” He was sure of it too; he wasn’t going to let you make a fool of him again.

Miguel moved hastily, zipping past the waves of people filming the chase on their smartphones and watches. You swung from building from building, using your Spider-Sense to detect the best course to deter the masked man following behind you. You laughed maniacally, enjoying the thrill of being chased, doing spins and twirls as if you were playing some sort of game.

The laughing stopped and was replaced with a grunt of pain as you suddenly glitched, blocks of colors and shapes cutting your web-line mid swing, a reminder that the symbiote that had claimed you was not part of this dimension.

You came crashing down, smashing face first on an electronic billboard advertising some sort of cherry flavored vodka. You slowly slumped down on the catwalk, unmoving as Miguel landed next to you.

He paused, blood running cold. He hoped—prayed—that you would move, that he didn’t just kill you again. When he saw you stir, he felt himself let out a sigh of relief.

Meekly, you sat up, turning on your knees to face him. “I’m gonna feel that in the morning,” you said, rubbing your head. “I bet it will feel like a hangover,” you said, pointing to the billboard and laughing weakly. “Get it?”

“That’s funny,” Miguel said plainly, before using his webs to tie you up. He knelt down, holographic mask coming off so this time, he really could paralyze you. He couldn’t risk you using that power again. His hand found purchase in your hair, yanking your head to the side to expose your neck. His fangs sunk in, and his venom seeped in, ready to attack your veins.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of fangs piercing you, but your lids fluttered lowly as the venom enacted almost immediately. “Didn’t want this…” You said quietly. “Thought I could be… someone else. Not Spider…” You couldn’t finish your words, your head slumping down as your body went still.

Miguel caught you in his arms as you keeled over just as Jess landed on the railing.

“Told you they were slippery,” Jess said, shaking her head. “They gonna be okay?”

“Should be,” Miguel said, looking down at you. He recalled the last time he held you in his arms, right after you had been murdered. He shook the thought out of his head. “I didn’t use enough venom to cause any lasting effects, but that means it should wear off soon. Ready the portal, we’ll get this symbiote off somewhere safe.”

Jess looked at your unmoving body with concern, before tapping a few buttons on her Gizmo.

The yellow portal opened at once, and Miguel scooped you up. He looked down at your features one last time, a thousand questions and fears flooding his head at once. Now wasn’t the time to ponder, or question whether or not taking you with them would be bad for everyone. Right now, his focus was on saving your life. Without a second thought, Miguel stepped into the portal, reluctant to show you his world.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv miguel #atsv #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #hannah writes #its almost 2am... i got dnd in the morning... god help us all

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jodsx1x · 2 years

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jealousy ~ d.h

hi beauties! hope you enjoy this one, literally was just a quick idea i had :) remember my dm’s are open for requests! ღ

warnings: none i dont think!

overview: jealous!derek, reader and lydia come up with a plan to get derek to confess his feelings to you.

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mine and dereks relationship was a puzzler. we aren’t together, but we definitely aren’t just friends, but we aren’t friends with benefits, but we have feelings for each other, but neither of us are acting on it. everybody bugs us everyday to just get together, and i would do it in a heartbeat, but derek is awful at expressing his feelings, and i mean awful.

lydia always says it’s because of how much he’s been hurt and betrayed in the past, and he’s just scared of feeling that way for someone again in case it ends the same way. as much as i completely understand, i’ve tried to tell him it wont end that way. when i first moved to beacon hills, i was an extremely shy, awkward person and i couldn’t even be near a guy i found attractive for more than thirty seconds. but when i met derek it was different, i just felt so comfortable with him, he is my safe person.

whenever i have nightmares, or if im feeling anxious about the threats in beacon hills, he is always there. the amount of nights where i have had panic attacks for hours on end, he stays until i calm down and fall asleep. those are the moments where i fall for him even harder.

but nonetheless, he will not open up to me. no matter what i do, he just wont, so lydia came up with a sneaky little plan. she decided that after tonights pack meeting, we are going to pretend that lydia set me up on a date with a guy we met in town, and see how he reacts. i wasn’t 100% sure of this plan, because the last thing i want to do is upset him, but lydia is certain it will work out, so i’m going to give it my best shot.

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the pack meeting had ended about thirty minutes ago, but everyone had sort of just split off into their own conversations. i sat beside lydia, talking to her about our study night tomorrow. i need to catch up on some biology work, so who better to go to than lydia, shes literally the smartest girl i know.

i wasn’t paying much attention during the meeting, as i was too focused on how good derek looked. he was wearing all black, a black hoodie and black jeans. so good. anyways.

‘so what’s everyone up to tonight?’ scott asks, seeing if anyone wanted to stay for a movie night. i looked at lydia with an anxious look. she smirked, ‘well i know y/n can’t stay, she’s got a hot date night’ she grins and nudges me, as i blush. ‘speaking of which, we need to get you ready asap!’ she claps her hands together. my god this was uncomfortable. everyone snapped their heads around towards me, making me even more anxious.

‘you’re what?’ derek snaps at me, with an angry look on his gorgeous face. i instantly began to panic. ‘i- um, well lydia and i met this guy whilst we were shopping, and he asked me out’ i say softly, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

he takes in a deep breath, and stiles pipes up. ‘but you’re way to shy to even go on a date?’ he says confused. i scoffed. ‘wow, thankyou very much for the confidence boost, stiles’ i sighed. he shakes his head, ‘no no no, i didn’t mean it in a bad way! i just, make sure he makes you feel comfortable’ stiles nods at me. i smile a little at him.

‘and he was extremely attractive, so we need to make sure she looks extra hot tonight’ lydia grins, ‘come on, we need to get you ready!’ she exclaims, standing up and grabbing her bag of goodies she bought along.

‘you’re getting ready here?’ derek says, clearly pissed off but also confused. i nodded gently, ‘sorry, just thought it would be quicker than going back to my house’ i coughed, never feeling so uncomfortable in my life. he sighes, standing up and walking through to the kitchen.

‘he is so angry, it’s working’ lydia mouths to me, as she begins my makeup. i smiled a little, it felt quite good to finally get a reaction out of him. maybe this wasn’t such an awful plan. derek had walked back into the living area, and was slumped on the sofa in a sulk.

‘so where is this guy taking you?’ derek asks, crossing his arms. i gulped, ‘um, he hasn’t told me, he just said we’d go watch a movie and then for a meal somewhere’, i said with a small smile.

‘better be a good meal, and what movie are you gonna even watch? you wouldn’t like any of the ones on right now,’ he says, rolling his eyes. i swear i could have jumped on him right then and there. how would he know which movie were on and which ones i would like?

‘i’m sure there’s something i would like’ i mumbles, looking back at lydia. ‘yeah, and people don’t go on dates to the movies to like what they are watching, they go to make out’ lydia says with a giggle. derek turned his head back at us with his lips pursed and raised eyebrows.

‘oh nice, you’ve just met the guy and you’re going to make out with him straight away’ derek huffs, and i sighed, ‘i’m not going to, i just want to have a fun night’

‘why do you care so much anyway derek?’ stiles says with a cheeky grin, and derek rolls his eyes once again. ‘i don’t care’ he says, trying to look all relaxed. i look up at lydia with a sad look and a shrug.

‘look, lydia let’s just go get ready at mine, i don’t want to deal with this’ i sighed, standing up and grabbing my hoodie. derek stands up quickly, ‘no no, i’m sorry, just stay, get ready here’ he says with a soft expression. i look at him for a second and smiled a little, ‘thankyou.’ i respond, sitting back down.

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by the time lydia had finished with my makeup, my hair and outfit, pretty much everyone had left except for derek and stiles. derek had watched the whole entire time. as i stand there, fully ready to go on the non existent date, he clears his throat and says, ‘you look beautiful.’

‘thankyou’ i say, sweetly. ‘i better go, i think he’s already there’ i sighed, grabbing my jumper again. ‘you have to go right now? i’m sure he can wait for a bit if he is a decent guy’ derek says quickly. i chuckled, ‘i can’t be late, i’m sorry’ i said with a look at derek. he genuinely looks bothered.

‘don’t go!’ exclaims quickly, jolting up as i get closer to the door with stiles and lydia in front of me. i turned around, silently praying the thing i have been waiting for, for ages is going to happen now. ‘why not!’ i said, faking annoyance.

‘because i don’t think i’ll be able to rest or stay sane knowing you’re with another guy’ he admits, loudly. i widen my eyes, looking at lydia as an indication to leave. her and stiles scurry off.

‘why not, derek’ i say, hopefully yet softly, egging him on to tell me how he feels.

‘because i want you all to myself’ he says with a defeated look. finally. i let out a breath i didn’t realise i was holding in. ‘the idea of you and this stranger making out in the cinema, having a fancy meal makes me feel genuinely sick, please don’t go’ he pleads, walking closer to me. ‘you look so insanely beautiful too, i cant’ even think about you being with another man whilst looking this beautiful’ he breathed out. i smiled softly, red tinting my cheeks.

‘derek, there is no guy’ i admit, and it feels so good to finally tell him. he raises his eyebrows, ‘theres not?’ he says, confused and surprised.

‘no, of course there isn’t. it was lydias idea so please don’t hate me’ i please, holding my hands together over my chest. ‘but lydia thought, that maybe to get you to admit how you felt, we should have faked me going on a date, to see how you would react, please don’t hate me’ i repeated, with a worried look on my face.

he chuckled, ‘first of all, i could never hate you, and second of all, what the hell?’ he says a little louder. i backed away, worried he was going to be annoyed with me and said, ‘i’m so sorry, but i suppose it kind of worked’

‘as annoyed as i am with lydia for putting me through that, i’m also very relieved’ he says with a sigh. i smiled, ‘yeah?’

he nods, stepping closer to me again. ‘i’m sorry i dragged this out for so long, i was just so worried it wasn’t going to end well if anything happened with us, but i now realise that i was being ridiculous, because you are nothing like the rest’ he says softly, putting his arms around my waist. ‘i-i’m not?’ i said, feeling nervous.

‘no, of course not baby’ he murmurs, and i almost melted into the ground from the per name. ‘you are so different, and so much more amazing’ he admits. i turned red again, and my heart races faster.

‘so, what do you wan’t to do then?’ i asked, looking down. he immediately lifts his hand, putting a finger under my chin and lifting my head to look at him. ‘i wan’t to be the one to take you to movies, to meals and on dates’ he says with a small smile, which was rare from derek. i smiled back, ‘thats fine with me’ i say, and his eyes flicker between my eyes and lips.

he slowly leans in, and my eyes flutter shut, as i felt his soft lips touch mine. my heart stopped because of how amazing it felt. his thumb grazed my cheek, as his other hand gripped my waist. i hum against his lips and he smiled, pulling back. ‘woah’ i mumbled, and he raised his eyebrows with a grin.

‘now shall we go somewhere? i don;t want you to stay in when you look this gorgeous, but i would also like it if you stayed over? it’s up to you, baby?’ he mumbles, still holding me by my waist. i beamed up at him, ‘i’d like to stay in with you’, i say running my fingers up and down the back of his neck. he pecks my lips again, and stepped back, grabbing my hands to pull him over to his bed.

‘do you have something i can wear for tonight? if that’s okay?’ i asked quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed. he leans back and grabs a big t shirt on the edge of his bed, ‘this okay?’ he asks with a cheeky grin. i smirked back, ‘thankyou’, grabbing it from him and running to the bathroom.

i quietly squealed to myself as i changed into his shirt and removed my makeup. before i went back to him, i quickly sent lydia a text, ‘it worked! he confessed, we kissed and now i am in his shirt staying the night!!!!! thank you so so so much ily x’. as you can tell, i’m pretty excited about this. i’ve wanted this to happen for so long. i went back through to his bedroom and he raised his eyebrows at me, still sitting on the edge of the bed.

‘somehow, you look even more beautiful like this’ he admits, pulling me in by my waist and sitting me on his lap. i giggled, leaning in to kiss him again.

‘i’m sorry it took me so long to admit this to yo-’ i interrupted him.

‘it’s okay. you were worth the wait.’

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i hope you guys enjoyed this one!!! thankyou all for reading ღ

#derek hale imagine #derek hale #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #fanfiction #derek hale x reader #jealous derek hale

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(for charlie - sry i love malkavians so much lol) wound, midnight, monster, heartbreak

So do I! my fav clan for sure and I stopped blaming myself for picking occult heavily based characters that are often malkavians. Enjoying what I love hehe.

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

Physical? Easy. Once he got sick, he experienced the unbearable pain that could not be stopped. It was a mental disease and it slowly degraded kindred to being mindless creatures that could only kill and destroy, absolutely destroying their personality. Luckily, a salubri healed him. But after that he stopped fearing any physical pain, for better or worse. During the game he got his hands broken, he got his both legs chopped out, he got his tongue removed, his eyes got burned down several times etc etc. He has 0 fear. He understood that this is not alright, this is scary and painful for people around him too, when Glinda got sad because he was in pain. She grounds him well. As for mental and emotional.. well, he killed himself because he couldn't bear the betrayal of his trust in his family. The thought that he's lonely and family not always loves each other as you imagine. Reality crushed him, he started to take drugs, drink, and then killed himself trying to escape. So he doesn't deal well with feelings. But it's been 200 years, he's very slowly healing. He will never be entirely healed tho and he accepts it.

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping? I mean, he can't be up because of nightmares, he's a vampire after all.. but he have nightmares all the time. His past fears, his current fears, and glimpse of upcoming future haunts him. He dies over and over again. He loose his loved ones over and over again. He fears for his new found family the most. He's pretty predictable and simple I think? Understanding that he can't save everyone is also haunting him. Understanding how many people died because he let a demon escape. Because he lost hope to save someone and didn't even try. Because he wasn't brave enough. Because he wasn't quick enough and instead of saving, he enjoyed his new happy family life. Because he was weak and got too emotional. He has so many blood on his hands. He saved many, but so many died.it will always haunt him. And before Glinda, he feared to be completely alone. He locked himself from everyone because of fear being wounded, so no wonder he was alone. She showed him that he's not alone but now.. now he is afraid SHE will get wounded or killed.He believes in her, he wont bother her with his fear, but he knows the fear is here.She knows it too. monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it? He learned to accept himself as a whole. I'd say, he even love his Beast as a part oh himself. However he asked Glinda to kill him if he'll fully become a monster one day. She rejected saying she is no different. heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened? ...many. His first ever gf, Caroline, was a vampire. He is very stupid when it comes to emotions, he was sure it's going to be forever and ofcorse she likes him just as he likes her. However she used him while he was useful and easily guided. gaslited and manipulated him for almost 15 years. His sires didn't point it out, they wanted him to learn everything the hard way. But even now, when he understands what happened and that it wasn't love at all, he is grateful for the years they've been together and has no hard feelings. (even tho he run away from her in the end and still kinda fears her a bit)

Then he didn't want to meet with anyone and avoided romantical contacts with people for 10~ years. But Caroline opened something new in him, desire to be loved, to be wanted, to be with someone. And once he saved a man who didn't want to die by giving him his blood. The man mistaken new feelings with love and wanted to posses Charlie. He seduced this little stupid malk who desperately tried to run away from the need of being loved. However when Charlie understood that when he's around the blood bounds wont get weaker, he broke up with this man. But it didn't end here. This man, David, was no little fluffy bunny. He stalked Charlie, manipulated his exes ( Charlie started to meet people, but quickly break up with them) into starting a Charlie-hate club where they started to learn magic and trying to make his life a nightmare. And when people started to get hurt. Charlie had to kill David. He fooled him that all these years was just a test and he passed, now they going to be together forever. At this point David already understood that Charlie is a vampire, but he believed that all this painful need inside was the need for bites. He let Charlie bite him, and malkavian drank all of his ghoul's blood, while reading his thoughts in the process. David was a criminal, a cruel and manipulative person, but Charlie mourns him still. He visits his grave and take care of it. And also thinks he had to let David die in the first day they met in the clinic, when they were just a patient and a doctor.

#charlie #vtm #vampire the masquerade #wod #world of darkness #malkavian #ask #caroline

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4⭐ Town Headcanons : Song for Each Member's Solo Career

Now im sure im not the only one that considers 4Town ever disbanding to be a nightmare that should never come true, but, in the hypothetical that it did (WHICH IT WONT EVER) these are the songs I think each would write and perform:

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⭐Robaire : Leave The Door Open by Bruno Mars, Anderson.Paak & Silk Sonic

Robaire fully embodies the charm and velvetine swagger of this song to a degree where its almost annoying, but I can't deny he's perfect for this vibe. I can just see that stupid perfect smile of his as he sings it. UGH !!! no matter how many times i hear this song, i cant help but get carried up in its energy and that is exactly the effect Robaire has always had on 4Town fans and the new ones who will enjoy his more mature turn at music.

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⭐ Jesse : Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Ok maybe I'm a little biased because Jesse is my man and I've been obsessed with this album lately but i really think Jesse would strip everything back and become a really homey, heartfelt to the point it breaks, tender and honest music. I just love the image of him in a flannel with a guitar just strummin away and sat on the hood of his old car, singing about whats on his mind and in his heart. gosh i love my sweet man (and go check out this artists whole album its soulcrushingly good)

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⭐Taeyoung : Promise by Jimin

i know its very on the nose to say that Taeyoung would do kpop after 4Town disbands, but i have a theory about this. I think after 4Town ends, Taeyoung would "retire" as an artist, bidding his farewells to the limelight and settling into a normal life where he can focus on his passion for animal rescue, maybe even setting up his own sanctuary and going to school to learn more about caring for and studying animals. but then, after maybe a decade of nothing, Tae would drop one final song, maybe on the 10 year anniversary of 4Towns end and it would flood the world. and this song i think is perfect for how he would feel if he made a song alone.

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⭐Aaron T : In The Heights

Now, maybe I'm jumping a bit but this kind of Lin Manuel Miranda style broadway, started with his take on Hamilton, where its got alot of hiphop influence just SCREAMS Aaron T to me. his energy, expressiveness and being known for being the fast-talking, bounce off the walls member i think lends to modern broadway so damn well, and for this song especially, he would be Usnavi obviously, and would have so much personality that he carries the whole show by himself.

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⭐Aaron Z : Cracker Island by Gorillaz

okok hear me out on this one, similar yo Taeyoung, i think Z would take a break from performing after 4Town splits up just to have some downtime and fihure out life outside the band, but then, he'd come back not to sing but to PRODUCE songs. he'd be one of those artists who releases a song once every 4-5 years and it takes the world by storm so hard the hype lasts til he comes back. anf for me, this electric synth-punk is something i could see him making. very grungy and dirty electro/retrowave sound that would set the world on fire. he's got the same cool and funky swag that this song especially i think just glows with.

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#turning red #4town #4 town #4*town #4town headcanons #4town x reader #4townie #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #headcanons #4 town x reader #4 town headcanons #⭐headcanons #⭐from 4townlove

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ahamkaracature · 11 months

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I feel like I've nutted to SCP-1471 so many times my minds just equates ?her~~~~? with instant throbbing boners... Used to be terrified of 1471 but now I just wanna have 1471 her in by bed to snuggle. Some times I imagine this very scenario late at night in my deepest sorrow at my lowest point. I imagine 1471 peering around the door, then coming into my room, I have no fear because I've seen 1471 many times in my dreams. It seems shy, perhaps lonely like me? No, such a thing can't feel loneliness.... at least.... I assume? No matter, all that matters is that senpai is now at the foot of my bed. Not a word uttered by 1471, not a movement of the head. Its her smooth white head and pearl like eyes watch me, not with intent, not with malice, or curiosity, but simply watching. Either out of shock or fear of spooking her I make no movement in my bed. This continues for several minutes. Finally I speak up though at a near whisper, 'W.... would you care to join me?' I pull back the covers and pat the bed indicating a good position to lay down at. 1471 seemingly doesn't react nor acknowledged my invitation. In a more confident and slightly louder tone I repeat the invitation. 1471 cocks its head, I pat the bedding again as if calling a dog. 'Please... I wont harm you... I... I don't mind if you stay for the night...' I say in almost a pleading tone. 1471 has been my go to fap material for awhile now, almost every day for 2 weeks in a row, such an opportunity to finally embrace my waifu surely will not come again. 1471 takes a step, then another, and another, now at the side of my bed where the covers have been turned back my eyes glisten with hope. A single black ?paw? ?hand? is placed on the sheets, then 1471 sits, and finally lays down on her back. Am I dreaming, altered personal reality? I out-stretch my own hand and place it on the top of her head... Thick black hair and two fluffy ears on a hard base. Feels real to me, perhaps I've finally realized my ultimate desire. I stroke 1471's head slowly, after a few strokes I run my hand down her beautifully formed skull. Not a reaction is had and tiredness plagues me so I opt to throw a hand over her chest and snuggle 1471 tenderly. Eventually I drift to sleep with the last image in my mind before darkness being 1471 staring directly at me. Of course, this was only a passing day dream, perhaps my fantasy as I lie awake in my bed late at night. Though... Have you ever experienced a constructed reality so convincing you've actually bought into it? I have but only once and I so desperately wish to return to it... oh how I wish it were real... What I'd give to live in my own constructions, perhaps nightmares for some but heavenly bliss for me. Heh, I guess as the saying goes; "One man's nightmare is another's paradise." Well, allow me to elaborate on this one time I achieved bliss. I'd been working for nearly 21 days straight off 23 - 28 hours of sleep a week, 10 - 12 hour days of hard labor type work, and the only thing keeping me going is Monster Hydro and pain-killers. I'd finally gotten a Sunday to myself, my first day off in literally weeks, I tucked into bed with my glorious and favorite waifu pillow that Saturday night. On Sunday morning a soft and gentle first glean of the rising sun illuminated my bedroom with an almost mystical light. I opened my eyes and starting at me was the face of my waifu with her tender smile and gorgeous eyes so deep I found myself easily lost in them. That... that is the first time I'd experienced true peace, detached from the dark reality of the world. I stared long into my waifu's eyes and even gave her a small kiss. I laid there in ecstasy as I spooned my waifu wishing even praying it to be reality. Sadly like with all good things, it must come to an end. My groggy mind finally came to full operation and the wondrous atmosphere quickly turned to deep sadness and depression as I realized that I was embracing nothing more than a pillow with an image printed on it.

I’m gonna hope that if you are prescribed any medication that you are taking it. Life can be tough so even if it is just a fantasy you can still gain some joy out of those fleeting moments. I hope that you can one day find the true happiness you seek, but if you ever need to vent feel free to talk to me.

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casieyfran · 1 year

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I just remember i have my own fanfiction that needs an update or badly need a revision or rewrite. But i'll just drop it here

Whatever it Takes

Pairing: Darth Vader/Padme Amidala

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary:

"Padme, you will be mine again. If the energy of this world are not enough. There are countless others" *** On which vader had succeed on ressurecting padme. At last. This time he will make sure she will always be by his side

A/N: This take place from the event in Vader Immortal: A Star Wars VR Series. Warning: english is not my first language and this is the first time i am writing, especially a fanfic. So excuse my grammatical errors. Be a little patient with me. Peace ✌ ***

Its been 5 years after the birth of the empire. The same time anakin skywalker had died, and darth vader has been born in his place. 5 years living with nothing but pain, hatred, gried and suffering. 5 years since his wife had died. Taking all his light with her and then nothing else mattered. It doesn't matter how many times sidious inflected him pain, it wouldn't be match with his guilt and hatred from his failure. After everything he had done to save her, he still lose her in the end. He failed. Failed her. Broke his promise.

But that wont happen twice

He wont fail again.

He have 5 years to control his hatred. Learn the way of the darkside, everything he needs to know. Bid his time and let sidious continue his fantasy. he will kneel, bow his head, follow every order throw in his way and he will accept it like a good dog following his master. And it doesn't matter that he no longer have his dignity. He will do everything the sith lord wishes from him, let him enjoy thinking that he have a tight leash on vader. As long as sidious continue to have his uses, he can live in his fantasy as long as vader allows him to.

Vader learn to be more patient and more powerful than every sith or jedi could ever dream of. He had built a castle on mustafar where every nightmare he had, taken place. Let him always be reminded of his failure, of how foolish anakin was. He wont be the same weak person. This time he will succeed of what anakin could had not.

After 5 years, at last vader finally have it. The bright star. It is an artifact said to be the source of living energy of the planet, Mustafar. On how it could grant vader an immortality. But he doesn't give a single care whether he will die or not. Less to be alive longer than everyone could possibly imagine. Immortality dont mean anything to him, death seems to doesn't want anything to do with him. He escaped death many times, even when he wishes for it. He is the bringer of death. Death did not scared him. No, he do not wish immortality, but he wishes one thing, and this artifact can grant him that. And no one can stop him.

When everything is complete and ready, he didn't waste any second. he held its cresent shape crystal in his hand and carefully place the bright star inside the middle of the Aeon Engine, that automatically powered it. He waited for a moment and then, he felt a vibration in the force before a bright energy burst into the top of its egg shaped, reaching the sky, and spreading across the world.

The energy around the planet, are being sucked dry and nurture inside the artifact. the planet are becoming more dead than before. He felt the toxic in the air and the temperature become hotter, the lava is unrest. It is all thanks to his accursed suit and hold to the force that he is still standing.

When everything is dying around him, a life will be born

And he will wait, will offer it anything. If its not enough he could simply look for more, there are thousands in the galaxy. It doesn't matter if a thousands of life pay for what he will do. They dont matter. Nothing else matter. But her.

Padme

He will do everything to accomplish anakin and corvax failed to do. He will bring her back. He will succeed. He will make sure of it. He will do everything. Everything!

Whatever it takes

He will

Continue reading it on AO3 or FANFICTION.NET

#star wars #vaderdala #darth vader #padme amidala #anidala #anakin skywalker #anakin x padme #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #panakin

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fnaf-sxc · 8 months

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Javi! I have millions of questions about your fnaf AU but i only ask a few at the moment.

1- what is frosty's relationship with the main skins in HQ?

2- do the animatronics of the crew of nightmarione and the master have any family ties?

3- have you ever thought about making fanart or alternative AUs with different ships and stories?

4- do the animatronics have some evil form, used to scare and collect remnants?

YIPPIEE I LIKE TO RAMBLE ABOUT MY AU SORRY FOR THE LONG POST

1- what is frosty's relationship with the main skins in HQ?

Frosty gets along with every rental on the Main HQ. He pick who gets on Main and who on Secondary based on the chemistry or if they got along (with a few exceptions form secondary near the end)

His friendship level is different with each one, but there are no bad vibes

2- do the animatronics of the crew of nightmarione and the master have any family ties?

Between the two crews? Nightmare BB (Nightmarionne's crew) and Deedee (Themmaster's crew) are siblings

On their own, Nightmarionne is technically married with Nette and have Anette as their daughter (@octyfish Puppet + their baby girl). Jack O is married with 2 kids (Octy's Jack, their kids are Ollie and Effie), Jackie and Nightmare Mangle are married and have their daughter December, Dreadbear is also married with kid (Octy's Glitchtrap and their kid is Teddy) and Grim has his son Aster with Frostbear

Although Teddy and Aster are not /quite/ canon for the comics. But they be there dksbsksns

3- have you ever thought about making fanart or alternative AUs with different ships and stories?

Only sketches, never fully polished art and is likely i wont post it outside of Patreon.

I do have AUs where things play differently, mainly shipping, but people always get confused over it because they just ASUME is canon and I'm implying cheating when I'm just multishipping and that annoys me a lot

4- do the animatronics have some evil form, used to scare and collect remnants?

Not really. They do bring a different aura and their eyes glow purple when they collect remnant, maybe their attitude switch clash with their known personality, but they don't have any other significant change.

The only animatronics that have a 'second form' are the Arcade Mayhem, which count as their alt outfits, and from the 3 only VR Toy Freddy's form could be considered "evil"

#ask #remnant delivery

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emeritus-fuckers · 24 days

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Hey yall, just a heads up, and I really dont mean this in a harsh way, but in one of your latest posts (the terzo helping the reader with a nightmare one), the request asked for a male reader and it was asked what difference the gender makes here and while I agree that ofc it doesnt change anything, you cant just say that and then use female terms of endearments in the fic (dolcezza for example)

Now ofc I am not a native italian speaker and I imagine most readers wont know the difference anyway and its especially difficult to ask the internet/translators (esp google translate) for help when translating stuff from a non-gendered language (english) into a gendered one (italian), but I just thought that you might wanted to know?

hi, i'm a european with a heavily gendered language, so i get where you're coming from. the others are native english speakers.

italian, similarily to polish, has little to no gender-neutral terms of endearment (tho i'd argue that polish has more than italian does because it's a very flexible language).

to clarify, anon means this ask for amab (not specified that it's for a male) reader.

the "what difference does a penis make" was a reference to a post i made some time ago, about how unless the reader's genitals affect anything, we're gonna keep the reader gender neutral.

death themself is female-leaning and we do take most asks in a self-indulgent way, so it most likely stems from this. we mix up the terms between fics (feminine in one, masculine in other), but for a more fem-aligned person, usage of fem-aligned words is much more naturally flowing and in all honesty, we just don't really have a good way to write it in a more gender neutral fashion.

primarily, the terms used depend on the writer. death will use feminine terms more often than masculine because they're fem-aligned. zenith will use masculine terms because he's a trans man. i will mix up the terms because my gender i have multiple genders and i like using funky terms.

in the end, i don't think it matters all that much? i'm not trying to dismiss your concerns and i will think about how to make it better in the future, but based on my own experience (again, my own experience, doesn't have to be the same for everyone), it's not really a big deal? it's not hard to just swap the "a" and the "o" in your mind. and i was a hetalia fangirl, so i read things with multiple languages and gendered terms. in my mind, as long as it's grammatically correct, it doesn't really impact the fanfic.

however, just to get some feedback (because i realize i am fairly biased as a polish person) i'd like to include a quick poll here.

- Nosferatu

#ask #anon #emeritus fuckers #poll

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bluevelvet-room · 1 year

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please talk to me about naokei :3 dont mess with the naokei fandom theres like 5 of us

ohoho anon. i promise you with my entire heart that i am one of those 5. not a day goes by that i'm not thinking about those boys. now, to preface any ramblings that may happen after this, i will say: a lot of how i view naoya's character has to do with the manga, but not All of it. i've never actually read the manga, just played the game (smt persona, not revelations). i basically treat the smt persona characters like they are my own personal blorbos in my head, and i am not responsible for anything that might not align with your own view of naokei (though all views of naokei are valid)

ANYWAYS. (under a readmore for the rambling, hope it works)

in my head, their relationship doesn't happen until post game. i mean, obviously i dont really think it should happen while they are going through the worst questionable amount of days of their life, but i also dont really want it to happen during their school years either. naoya has some healing to do and kei has some growing up to do. i do think at this point kei has a crush on naoya, but that it is not necessarily reciprocated.

BUT, being wayyyy more detailed about my own personal naokei (the naokei that lives in my brain and is therefore superior) i do have a version of this vague thought where they do like. kiss during the events of the game, similarly to naoya recieving a kiss from fake maki - kei initiates, naoya gently rejects. and then it is a game of sort of avoiding each other in a fun misunderstanding way and everyone else is like guys what tf happened??? you were fine and now we can't get you to be in the same room for longer than two seconds? annoying!!!! once they graduate, kei goes off as he canonically does to work in his own company to become Humbled, and naoya leaves for new york city with yuka and mark to study art (hehe. artist friends :3 yuka's studying for fashion design but she is also modeling. no we couldnt get thru anything related to smt persona without me bringing her up)

and then the events of persona 2 (and part 2 electric boogaloo) happen. no i havent played them we dont need to talk about it. what i DO know is that at the end of the second one the st hermelin bitches have a reunion and naoya appears there. convenient, yes? (i had to go look it up to make sure i had not made this up) naoya has had time to heal and trust close relationships, kei has matured. their friends wont shut up about the "fight" they had in high school, they wont stop insisting they never fought and they are Not avoiding each other. they are both tipsy to full on drunk. they leave the bar together. they either fuck or have a heartfelt conversation or both. either way they are dating by the next day. (and then a few years later in p1 parents au they adopt baby akira, bc this is fully canon to that au)

i really like their dynamic in the end bc it's like. you'd think theyre total opposites but they actually have a lot in common? and they love each other :3c

in conclusion.

naoya, was playing pokemon the entire time they were in a nightmare hellscape: in case you haven't noticed, i'm a gamer. i game. i don't stop gaming. and i dont want to stop gaming. you ever see me without this stupid gameboy in my hands? that's video games.

kei: what's a pokeman????????

(sorry if this is not what you wanted from me anon, and i'm sure i can pull more thoughts out of my ass if anyone ends up interested)

#now i gotta think of a tag for asks bc ive never gotten one #persona 1 #kei nanjo #naoya toudou #naokei #uhhhh whatever #kat answers #it doesnt HAVE to be persona related i'll just change it later if anyone comes up with a better idea

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monkiebois · 1 year

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On the one hand a lot of Tripitaka’s behavior is just a product of the time he’s meant to take place in (600’s) and probably the time he was written in (1500’s-ish I think?) and viewing his behavior through that lense makes some (not all, we’ll get to that) of his behaviors make sense.

On the OTHER HAND

Ok, let’s just be real for a second. Tripitaka was in a nightmare situation where basically everything he encountered wanted to kill/eat/rape him. And trauma… can do very ugly things to a person.

So he’s basically powerless, and he’s got all these emotions, fear and anger and a million other things, building up inside and they need an outlet. He certainly can’t take things out on Bajie or Wujing. Wujing would probably rip his throat out and make a friendship bracelet out of it, and Bajie would… probably leave. He was barely staying with them as is and if Tripitaka gave him a reason he’d leave. I think Tripitaka did care about them… at least enough that he didn’t want to be without them.

So that leaves Wukong. Who basically came with a “Take my frustrations out” button. He had power of Wukong. He could make him just as helpless as he always was. Better yet, Wukong keeps forgiving him. Always comes back to help him. No matter how many times Tripitaka burns him, he comes back to the fire. Who else would do that? God knows the other two wouldn’t.

For the record, I don’t think it was this calculated, I’m just pointing the circumstances.

TLDR: Tripitaka’s behavior viewed through the cycle of abuse makes his actions make a lot more sense. Not saying his behavior isn’t fucked up, just the REASONS for the fucked up behavior.

god i love analyzations of character dynamics, especially the fucked up ones cause theres SO MUCH here.

wow you went off insanity/pos

like....yeah. YEAH. its so.wqdefsgrdfhtgjyj

there are multiple factors to what happened on the journey. so many things that came togethor that made everything worse for wukong. she couldnt catch a break.

to be real for a sec the reason trip freaks me out and why i very much dislike the realistic and not sugar-coated version (as a person) of him is bc of my own experiences. i wont go into detail and it wasnt ofc as bad at what trip did but,,,,yeahANYWAYS

when\ people have power over someone it can go two ways. help or abuse.

and when it ends up as abuse, just,,,man.

like on one hand i can see Wukong needing to go on the journey to learn morals and right from wrong (refer to this)

but then heaven repeatedly fucked him over and ended up torturing him for like 50 DAYS STRAIGHT.

then the mountain for 500 years.

all to be put in trips hands and abused for another 20.

man.......

its freaky because its also realistic.

from what ive interpreted from the story its a case of. treat them like shit and then offer a sliver of compassion and remind them theyre nothing without you they theyll always come crawling back no matter what you do,

and

maan

MAN

crying

#sun wukong #too tired to do tags rn #ask #insanity-apathy

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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:0 Your hcs for ling give me life! There's basically nothing out there for him.

Could I request ling yao x reader where the reader has insomnia but is able to sleep easily around Ling. (Bonus if you add in reader being a sleep hugger lol)

OMG OMG YES YES YES I RELATE SO MUCH <33 INSOMNIA GANG RISE UP and awww thank you, anon!!!!

~*~*~*

Content: Gender neutral reader, since anon never specified. Although I refer to reader in the second person anyway, so y'all good :3

Warnings: Uhhh nothing

Notes: Forgive me for all the off-track domestic rambles I went on, I just got back from a long weekend at my boyfriend's place and him and his family are giving me all the love I missed out on as a kid. I love all of them and would do anything to protect them <3

~*~*~*

MMMM insomniacs rise up (me, lol)

Ling from the very beginning of your relationship (and even before tbh) that you'd be up all hours of the night for days on end sometimes

He did worry, but the only response you'd give him was "insomnia"

This man doesn't know boundaries, so he's gonna pry into why you have insomnia

If you tell him its some like, psychological or trauma-induced reason, he wont go further unless you tell him or invite him to ask questions

However, if it's genetic, there's really not much else he can pry about lol

Ling has a bad habit of getting you little plushies and piling them up on your bed, making you send pictures of the plushie collection he's gotten you so he can gush over how cute they are

The first time he comes over, the man bursts into your bedroom (ofc) and with his arms open, yells, "Plush-babies! Daddy's home!"

Speaking of the first time he came over, that was actually the best sleep you had ever gotten

You both were watching a movie, Ling had passed out an hour ago and you were left to your own devices as you laid on his chest

Eventually, your eyelids became heavy and you were knocked out for wayyy more hours than you usually are

You woke up to Ling moving around and the smell of (lunch food) cooking in the air

Ling snickered and kissed you on the cheek. "You slept like a little baby. You even drooled on me a little, see?"

And of course, the darker patch on his shirt was prevalent. You blushed in embarassment "Ling, I- I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, no hun! That just means you slept real good last night."

Ling then spent many, many nights at your house after that

Ling loves coming over after work, showering, then either you or him making dinner, then settling down to bed, having light pillow talk then falling asleep

Ling's never had trouble sleeping; we all know he's the classic "bottomless pit" anime character, and those characters always sleep soundly (and snore loudly) so he'll always fall asleep before you

Your little plush babies will be pushed against the wall, Ling's back or side to them, you either pressed into his chest or his side with his arm over you no matter what

The more you sleep with him (SFW UNDERTONES-) the more sleep habits you develop

One that Ling notices the most, is waking up to you clinging to him for dear life

He's usually awake before you, so he snaps a couple pictures of you sleeping on him, or next to him, while making a funny face if he is in the shot

He'll even tease you about it at the worst times

"I'm gonna get a drink," Ling stands from Ed's couch, then crouches in front of (Y/n). "Come on."

"...Ling, what are you doing?"

"I just figured you'd wanna cling to me? You seem tired."

"Ling-" You blush.

"What?" He grins innocently. "You seem to want to cling to me when we sleep together, so I just figured-"

"LING!"

Ling totally sends those pictures of you to Lan Fan btw (THEY'RE BESTIES OKAY)

Lan Fan knows every bit of your relationship (except for like, the more intimate parts if you know what I mean) and whenever he comes home from your place, she's already got the snacks propped up and goes "Well???" and they squeal as he gushes about you it's so cute lol <3

Ling once woke from a nightmare, in which he relived Fu dying once more, and he could feel your arms tighten even more around him as he jolted awake

He looked down, thinking you were awake, but was grateful that he found you sound asleep against him

He put his hand in your hair and kissed your forehead before snuggling further into your grip and falling asleep once more

Even his parents love you

When he brought you to his home and introduced you to his father, mother, and 49 other step-mothers and all of their children, you figured all the noise would keep you awake all night

Normally, this was usual for you, but you were once again with Ling

When his father walked into your guest bedroom, he was surprised to see Ling next to you, three of your favorite plushies around you two as you sleep soundly in Ling's side. Ling looked up, motioned for his father to keep quiet, and waved hello

Let's say, even the King of Xing thought your tight grip on his son was cute

#fmab ling yao #ling yao fma #ling yao x reader #ling yao #fma #fmab #fmab ling

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