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stainedstardom · 1 year

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Hi I hope you are doing good!

could you do an ethan landry x fem reader?

Where the reader has an obsessed stalker and the stalker attacks the reader similar to how tara was attacked at the beginning of scream 5 and Ethan finds out about it?

( I hope that's not too difficult to write and I love your writing! 🖤)

i love you so much for this. thank you so so much for the request, also I'm glad you love my writing.

CRAZY STALKER

ethan landry x reader

you sat on your couch, the lights were on but the tv casted a light on you and only you. you stared at the tv as you watched the show in pure silence. it felt nice to be in silence, college was kicking your ass and if you could sit in silence for a few minutes or hours you would be okay with it.

out of nowhere your phone rang and you stood up, you knew about the killings that had been happening around town and campus but they had been happening for years upon years.

however yesterday you found out that someone had been watching you, following you and stalking your every move. where you went, who you hung out with, what you ate, what you read, what you did, what you learned, the classes you took, they were a pure crazy stalker on every level and the worse part is that they made it known.

they let you know they were watching and waiting. they were baiting you, keeping you in fear and anger. this shouldn't be happening to you, why you of all people? it didn't matter, you couldn't let it get to you and you couldn't let them see that you cared.

"hello" you said into the phone not thinking of it, whats the worse that can happen? well you know the worse but it didn't matter, you just needed to fight this.

"hello , is lana there?" they asked and you scoffed. lana was your mom but she hadn't been coming to see you at all lately, she didn't support you so you knew that she wouldn't show up.

"no, shes not but i can leave a message" god why did you say that? you didn't even live with her, she wasn't going to come here? leave a message what the fuck?

"tell her that charlie called" he said and you laughed.

"yeah yeah ill do that" you stated and you went to end the call but he didn't let you.

"your mom says alot about you, that you love scary movies. says you have that in common, whats your favorite scary movie y/n?" he asked and you took a deep breathe

"youre my stalker, you should know that" you said bravely and he laughed.

"i dont know what youre talking about y/n. have you ever seen stab?" he asked and you nodded.

"of course ive seen it, i live in woodsboro" I told him and he laughed.

"well then you know the beginning" he exclaimed and that's when they came out of nowhere, knife and all.

"OH SHIT" you yelled and you went to run but it was no use. he stabbed the knife into your stomach and you cried out.

"GET AWAY FROM YOU" you yelled and you kicked him as you ran off to your room. you locked the door and not long after he left but you knew it wasn't over.

you patched yourself up and laid there. you knew that you needed to go to a hospital but you couldn't. not right now. you would do it in the morning.

-a few weeks later

you sat there with ethan and you bent over, you groaned as you lifted your shirt and looked at the bandage that covered the knife wound

"woah what happened?" your boyfriend asked in fear as he ran his hand over it and looked you in the eye.

"i got fucking attacked" you stated and he stared at it. he didn't know what to say

"why didnt you tell me?" he questioned

"i didnt know how to" you exclaimed

"im sorry i wasnt there to help" he apologized but you grabbed his face and shook your head

"there was nothing you couldve done" you told him

"i swear im going to protect you, that's it. I'm going to keep your safe" he said and he leaned in and kissed you again.

if only he had kept the promise

A/N: i didnt know how to add in ethan being the bf so I did it at the end in a cute little protective way but I hope you liked it.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion x reader #jack champion #scream fanfic #scream 6

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maryannecrimsworth · 1 year

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Version 1 of the sequel of Only Silence(without you), honestly super duper excited, THE SONG FOR THIS IS "Billie Eilish - Happier than Ever". Ive already talked about it in the reblog of OSWY but ill be putting it in summarized form instead of ramble form.

Wednesday x Singer!Reader

After that last concert in Jericho, you and your crew left without any problems and you started your preparation to move on from Wednesday with putting away that Crystal ball that the Addams Family gifted to you to be in contact with Wednesday, you touch the Crystal ball and reminisce all those talks between you two, you let out a breath that you didnt know you were holding and decided on contacting them to inform them of the break up between you two, anxiety and paranoia would strike you. You think that they will not take it well, you think they will hunt you for breaking up with Wednesday. You take a deep breath and took that leap of faith and called them and informed them of your situation (you decide their reaction, would they be understanding or will they cut you off from their lives), and you also inform them of you putting away the crystal ball and that if they need you, just give you a letter or text.

The fact that the concert was the last one of your tour, you were afraid that with nothing much to do, your head might get filled with thoughts of her, but surprisingly you were a lil inspired so you write and write, compose and compose until you are satisfied. You gave yourself a pat on the back, you have outdone yourself as you knew your song is gonna go big but your grin becomes a melancholic smile. You look up at the ceiling and clench ur fists while letting out a stuttering breath and you lay down and sleep for the night hoping that the night will wash your feelings away.

The next morning you ask your manager if you could do a live stream Q&A cuz you always liked to do fan interactions. After a few days of pleading, Your manager gave in and you gave a cheer also telling them ur inviting a famous friend. Past forward a week later, everything was prepared and all set up, you and ur friend are side by side answering questions about ur tour and life etc etc. By the end of the stream, you sneakily said that you have a song cooked up and grabbed ur instrument and started singing the song.

(NOW ITS UP TO YOU AUTHOR FOR THIS TO END CUZ LEGIT ive run out of things to type for this and do please have fun -love, Tundra)

After listening very carefully to all the songs you suggested, I chose one --- and this version practically wrote itself. I hope you like this pure sadness

Sequel(1) of Only Silence(Without You) / Sequel (2)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Singer! Gn! Reader

Warning: Memories; heart-break; moving on; sad end; reader pranks the local church(no offense directed at any religion, it's just the reader's background)

Author's note: This is the Version 1(aka angsty end). There will be an Version 2(aka hurt and comfort) soon

I am alone(In The Stars)

Reason.

That was what Wednesday kept looking for: reason.

For what reason did she remain quiet? For what reason did she ignore your letters, your calls? For what reason did she choose Tyler, for what reason did she kiss him, knowing his lips would never taste like yours? Why did she ruin you, you two — her everything.

The person who never cheated, lied, or used her — you were always there for her, no matter what; bad or good, criminal or legal, and now you weren’t.

You were not by her side, and you would never be again. You were her partner, a part of her life — a part of her, and now you are missing.

Now you are gone, far away and her day feels empty. She sits on the last seat of the empty church, and her body shivers as her mind remembers you. She itches, scratches, trembles like she’s sick, like something has been violently ripped from her — like a phantom limb lingering, hurting, aching, screaming and bawling in despair, even though it is not really there. And this is what hurts: its absence, your absence. You are missing. She misses you.

And the church's quiet inside just made her notice how empty she felt without you.

Sunday mornings were your favorite

I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road

It was almost comical how you behaved. Every single week, every single Sunday, you would sneak into the church — under the priest’s nose, to your aunt’s disgrain — and watch the saints and symbols as if they were real deities. As if your father could be among them, singing with the choir, listening to the sermon, watching and praying like you were. Then someone would yawn, a teen would scoff, an old man would curse and you were shattered. The deities disappeared, being placed with pale, old statues, as you stood up and laughed. You laughed loudly, scornfully, wickedly and the whole church would look at you. The priest would grasp your arm as you shoot questions at him, your aunt would slap you in the face and take you out of the temple. It was your theater, your show, your little spectacle to make all the believers shiver and tremble in their feet. To make them regret rejecting you and your father — to make them remember what you have done on your first day in the city. On the day you first met her.

Your posture was as straight and confident as always: you were not older than 10, but you lifted your chin and watched the people in the funeral as if they were plebs, farseers, as if they were worms. Worms crawling up to your father’s corpse, on display in the middle of the pulpit — you despised them, you despised their hypocrisy, you despised how they pretended to care after kicking your father out of town. After expelling a man in need, a man with a newborn — you — and acting as if they were right, as if they had the right to do it.

No deity would allow this, no deity would accept believers this dissembling — no deity would allow its followers to sin like this in complete silence.

So you broke the silence — you interrupted your aunt's speech of empty, lying words — you made the statues sing and sob while the believers turned pale. The symbols and faces you always look at sang in a motionless choir — the Saints spoke and rebuked their bad testimonies, Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus scolded all the relatives you have never talked to. Your family trembled and cried, begging the heavens to stop, begging for forgiveness, promising they would be better — the priest was in despair, and screams took over the church until your laughter arose. Sitting next to Wednesday, hidden by her side, watching the chaos with her, you were witnessing your own show from outside, feeling pleasure for the despair of your family.

And before she could notice, Wednesday was laughing too. Your aunt got you before you could talk to her — but you saw her. You heard her low laugh and turned your head in an abrupt motion, and you saw her. You smiled at her while you were being dragged out of the church.

You did your hair up like you were famous

Even though it's only church where we were goin'

That was where she met you. That was where she always met you — at church, on the Sunday morning, and she would watch your show, your display of anger and revolt, and she would smirk back at you as you were being kicked out of the temple once again. In the beginning, you were testing her — you wanted to know if she was truly enjoying your spectacle. She was — and that’s why you kept doing it.

At church, then at her house; after a few months meeting at the temple, changing nothing but a few glances, you followed her home — to the haunted mansion of the city — and waited for the dusk. When the silence came and the fog arose among the gravestones of the Addams' yard, you started to sing. Your voice sounded like thunder at first, shaking the whole building with a supernatural power.

“Hello darkness, my old friend!” The singing resounded inside her room, and Wednesday jumped from her seat immediately — her eyes wandered fastly around the place, looking for the source of the song. “I've come to talk with you again.”

She opened her window and saw you standing in the middle of the garden.

You were smiling at her.

You will never sing to her again.

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in

It's like I buried my faith with you

She was the only one in the church now. The funeral was over — the dead had already been buried, the priest had already spoken, the widow had already cried. The sky and nature were mourning — the whole city was quiet, grieving, reminiscing. Ever since you left, silence has taken over everything. Wednesday used to enjoy it, but now it tortured her — now, while the outside was quiet and still, her mind was disrupted by you; by your singings, by your voice, by your serenades and by your letters. By every single part of you she had lost.

I'm screamin' at a God, I don't know if I believe in

'Cause I don't know what else I can do

‘Ma noirceur’. It was how you signed all your letters: to Ma noirceur. My darkness; that was how you used to call her when you were alone. In front of other people, you called her Nessie, because she was as ‘mysterious and scary’ as the Loch Ness monster — and because it fitted her. An unknown monster, hiding in the depths of water, powerful and lonely, unreachable for the cowards and ordinary — just like her: you saw how Wednesday behaved, how her blank expression was nothing but a barrer, and you smiled at it. “Lucky me” you used to say “that I’m quirky and bold!”

“You mean dumb and reckless.” She used to argue back. Then you used to laugh and kiss her.

Used to.

Just like you used to leave messages in the crystal ball she was now holding.

“My parents have no say in the matter.” Wednesday said to Thing after watching him gesticulate. “Neither do you.” She shoved him out of the bench; he fell to the ground and signed angrily to her. “Leave me alone.” She ordered, without lowering her gaze to him — without letting her watery eyes be seen.

The air in the graveyard behind the church was even heavier than before; the oxygen was thick, cold, a warning of the coming storm. The heavens were about to cry, to tear up, to paint the whole city with their melancholy and grieve — and still, they were silent. The clouds moved fastly in the sky, but there was not a sound in the air: no wind blowing, no rain dropping, no branch cracking. There was only Wednesday and you, inside her mind.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

In days like this, sad, cloudy Sundays, you would take her home after church, and stay: you would smile and make her parents laugh with your awful jokes; you would teach Pugsley some of your worst prank; you would arm-wrestle Thing, and lose every time; you would nag Lurch until he played the piano while you sang for all of them; you would woke up all the spirits of the cemetery with your voice and all the Addams would watch your performance; then you would say good night, and leave the house for a few minutes. The rain would fall, the grass would turn to mud and Wednesday would look out of her window. And she would see you there, sitting under a dry tree, waiting for her.

“You will die under this rain.” She said, stepping slowly closer to you.

“I will only die in your arms, Ma noirceur.” You reached her, and she moved like she had done so many times before: she sat by your side as your arms enfolded her tightly. “That’s better.” You whispered in her ear, your hot breath reaching her face as she turned to look at you. The water falling down on both of you froze your bodies, you were cold, trembling, soaked, and yet, somehow, your voice made her core burn; her face flamed while you smiled at her. But you were kind — you never stared at her for too long, you never laughed or talked about her blushed cheeks, you never asked her to hug you back; you simply held her as the sky collapsed above you.

You flinched every time a lighting shone on the heavens, and your hands loosened around her ever so slightly.

She never knew — and she would never know — if you did it on purpose. If moving away after embracing her so kindly was some kind of intentional torture. Because, for her, it was: her skin shivered as you distanced yourself, and she grasped you closer in a reflex. In an urge. In a need she would only show to you — only then, under the rain, when the sounds of the thunders and whispers of the winds sounded like the most beautiful choir around you. When, under her touch, you were hers, and hers alone; When you smiled while her lips found yours.

While her world spinned at the perfect pace, even though her heart was beating like never before.

You tasted cold, soaked yet sweet; natural, like dew, and her head got light once you moved slightly away.

“I love you, Wednesday Addams.” You spoke between laughs before kissing her again.

You were completely different from Tyler.

Tyler’s lips were warm, bitter, almost dry. His kiss made her stomach churn as yours torched her whole skin. He opened her eyes while you could keep her in the dark forever.

Now she missed it: she missed the darkness, she missed the rain, she missed you.

The storm wasn’t the same without you. The silence reigned without you by her side. It was torture, of the worst kind.

Then she asked herself again: for what reason?

For what reason did she make you go forever?

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

“The dead will miss you, my dearest.” Morticia sounded sad. It was disturbing to hear such a sweet, calm voice speaking like this. Like you were dead. You felt like you were — and now, you were indeed dead for the Addams. No matter how much you loved Gomez, Morticia and Pugsley, you couldn’t handle seeing them. You couldn’t bear talking and laughing with them while every single thing made you remember Wednesday — made you remember the boy she kissed while ignoring your letters. Made you remember her betrayal.

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet one last time?” Meet her. Gomez was still hoping for a reconciliation between you two. “You can always come here, you know that, mi cariño.”

“I know, sir, and I appreciate it.” Gomez frowned as you spoke. You haven't called him "sir" in years. “But I don’t think Wednesday would like it.” You tried to smile, but failed. Tears were about to fall from your eyes again. “I’m really sorry but I think…I think it’s really over.” You whispered. “Please send Pugsley my goodbye.”

You lost Wednesday. Now you lost your family too.

“We will, Y/N.”

“Adíos.”

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

And left the rest in pieces

“Come on, Y/N!” Your friend held your feet and dragged you across the bedroom floor. “We didn't make your manager go through hell to back off now!”

“I hate you!” You grunted from the ground, your voice muffled by your hands. “Let me suffer.” You whined. “This is what makes a good artist!”

“Exactly! Turn this into something!”

You took your hands off your face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean ‘stop crying and get yourself together!’” She grabbed you by your shoulders and made you sit up. “Let’s answer the questions from the fans and then you can play your new song.” Your friend held your face, forcing you to look at her. “Please.” She pleaded. “I haven’t heard your voice in days.”

“I don’t have a new song.” You mumbled.

“You do. I know you do!” She bit her lips, shaking her head in order to not shake you. “Get. Up.”

A week. You were in your bedroom for a week now and you wrote like never before. You have already done most of your new album. There was only one song missing — the song you have been mulling inside your head over and over again, incapable of singing it. You remained in silence for days because you could not force yourself to sing it — you could not say goodbye for her, not yet.

But you had to.

“HELL YES!” Your friend cheered as you stood up. “I’ll grab your guitar!”

I'm still holdin' on

Holdin' on, holdin' on

Your phone vibrated inside your coat’s pocket. You saw the screen and frowned immediately: an unknown number.

The call was answered and you held the phone to your ear.

“Hi, Y/N.”

Wednesday.

“I…I have to…”

You closed your eyes — a tear ran down your cheek as your breath faltered. Your whole body trembled as you struggled to remain in silence.

“Y/N?” You put the cell phone away. “Are you there?”

You ended the call.

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever

Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Wednesday continued to sit alone, watching the rain fall over the cemetery while your friend returned with the camera and your guitar. She stayed silent as questions and likes popped up

on your cell phone screen. The rain mingled with her tears as your eyes finally dried.

It was over. It was over.

The last question from your fans finally made you accept it.

“Any new song?” Your friend read the question on the screen. You were already holding your guitar by the time she turned around to smile at you. “What is your answer, Y/N L/N?”

You started to sing.

It was your goodbye.

Oh, it hurts so hard

For a million different reasons

You took the best of my heart

Left the rest in pieces

@tundra1029 @unknownvibesve @carolcunha7 @myfturn

#wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday addams #benson boone #in the stars #wednesday x reader

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youngpettyqueen · 14 days

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Hi! I'm back and saw the bad injury prompts you reblogged. 👀 Could you please do "I can't feel my legs" with Julian saying it? ❤️

thank you for your patience!! its been. a wild week. but I finally have the energy to sit and get this written out. ive been pondering it all week hehe

I went through a couple ideas before I settled on doing a missing scene style of thing set in The Siege of AR-558. this is set after battle, but before the conversation we see between Sisko and Worf right at the very end. ive talked about it on this blog before but it makes me absolutely feral that Julian gets shot and just. gets up and keeps going. forever chewing on that but I digress ill save my insane rambling for the tags

I hope you enjoy! I like writing Julian and Worf a lot, and I hope you enjoy reading them <3

Doctor Bashir can be a very difficult man to find.

Worf isn't surprised. This is a battlefield in its aftermath, naturally a doctor would be difficult to locate, especially one as quick and efficient as Julian. He stops to ask a few people who look to have been treated, and they all give generally the same answer; that they just saw him, and he went over that way.

Worf follows the general direction of all the pointing, and he finds himself in a tunnel leading to another part of the caverns. He starts to walk through, figuring he'll find the elusive doctor on the other side, where other wounded surely lie.

Instead he damn near trips over him.

Worf thinks it's a rock, or a dropped weapon, at first. But then, as he's taking a second to regain his balance, he hears a low, quiet groan. He looks down, expecting to find a wounded officer, and that's exactly what he finds.

Except the wounded officer is none other than Doctor Bashir.

Julian is half-concealed by the shadows, tucked right up against the tunnel wall and lying flat on his stomach. One arm is outstretched, like he was reaching for the other side, while he has his face buried in the crook of the other elbow. Worf had tripped over one of his legs, which is bent at the knee, like he'd fallen mid-step.

Worf drops to a crouch beside him. "Doctor Bashir," He says, but gets no response, "Doctor, can you hear me?" He places a firm hand on the doctor's shoulder, in case the touch might rouse him.

Julian flinches under his hand. Then he stirs, and he lifts his head, trembling with the effort of it. "Worf...?" He looks up at him, eyes squinted in the dark.

"Yes, Doctor," Worf replies, "What happened? Are you injured?" He questions.

Julian's head drops back against his arm, but he keeps it turned so that he's still facing Worf. "'Fraid so," He grimaces, "I was... I was shot. My side..." He manages to give a weak, indicative nod.

Worf nods. "I will assist you," He tells him. He gets a hold of Julian and, carefully, he maneuvers him onto his back. Julian grabs onto his arm, and there's a surprising strength to his grip. A strangled sound of pain escapes him, grinding out through tightly-clenched teeth. Worf can feel him trembling still, so he pulls him a bit closer, supports the doctor's weight against his own body, "Try to hold still. I must see the wound."

Julian nods wordlessly. He faces the pain well. It's difficult to make out, in the dark, but there's just enough light from the tunnel's exit for Worf to be able to see the large hole burnt away from Julian's uniform jacket. It's burnt right through, both jacket and undershirt gone, leaving raw, angry skin exposed to the dusty air of these caverns. He can see the glisten of blood, can feel it saturating the jacket as he places a bracing hand by the wound.

It's bleeding badly. Julian will have already lost a lot of blood, he needs to slow it until he can get him to one of the medical officers. He shifts his hand over and presses it firmly against the wound, and he keeps a firm grip on the doctor as his entire body jolts with the action. Julian continues to face the pain bravely, turning his face into Worf's chest and screaming against his teeth.

There's a part of him that threatens to get very, very angry at seeing Julian wounded. There's no honour in harming a healer, even some of the most bloodthirsty Klingons he's known would spit at the idea. It's an instinctual reaction, one he has to bite back. He has to remind himself that Julian was here not only as a doctor, but also as an officer. He was wounded as a warrior on the battlefield.

"I don't- I don't think I like that look, Commander." Julian wheezes, his weak voice drawing Worf back out of his thoughts. He's managing a small smile, teasing and boyish even in agony, but it's clear that he's struggling.

"The wound is severe," Worf replies. He doesn't see the point in trying to soften that information, he's sure that Julian, as a doctor, is all too aware of his current condition, "Why did you not seek medical assistance?" He asks.

"Didn't realize it was... this bad," Julian rasps, "My brain does this... funny thing, where I'll see people who need me, and... and nothing else really matters," He rests his head against Worf's chest, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. He looks nauseous, his brow pinched tight and sweat glistening on his forehead, "I hardly felt it till I collapsed." He manages to finish.

"I fail to see how that is funny," Worf gruffs, "Your dedication to your patients is admirable, Doctor. But now, it is you who requires assistance. Are you able to stand?" He asks.

Julian shakes his head. "No, I... I can't," He replies honestly, "I'm... afraid I can't feel my legs, Commander." He admits.

"Then you will be carried," Worf adjusts his hold, gets an arm under Julian's knees and pulls him against his chest. He pushes himself up with ease, the doctor's weight inconsequential as he cradles him securely, "Hold on, Doctor." He instructs.

Julian's arms come up to wrap around his neck. His head drops against Worf's shoulder, his face half-buried in his neck. He can feel Julian's shallow, quick breathing against his skin. He doesn't have time to waste.

Worf sets off, ducking out of the tunnel and moving into the next open cavern. With the injured doctor in his arms, he makes a brisk pace as he seeks out the first medical officer he can find.

#fic bitching #star trek: ds9 #worf #julian bashir #this was also my warm up for tonight and I had fun with it #will I ever get tired of putting Julian in Worf's arms?#the answer is no <3 #anyways yeah it makes me insane that Julian gets shot and just keeps going #gets right to doctoring after the battle is over #I was looking at the script for the episode to make sure I got things right and Worf mentions Julian was on the Veracruz #with the other wounded #which is definitely meant to indicate he's working in the sickbay on the wounded #but like. he's also wounded!! he got shot!!#so. this scene in my head #some parts of this were loosely inspired by how Worf thinks about Julian in the novel Vengeance #Worf has this reluctant respect for Julian that I think is really neat #and also he's just automatically protective because thats who he is as a person #one day ill write a whole big thing about them I think about the potential for their dynamic often #anyways! I hope you enjoyed <3

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isnt-it-pretty · 1 year

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So we all know I love Cyno with Eleazar. I was thinking of a concept where Cyno is a vessel for Hermanubis because he had Eleazar, and (similar to Collei's residue) it was a way to slow its progression. Cyno was chosen because of it. Maybe it was the research that inspired Dottore.

When the priests from The Temple of Silence brought Cyno to the Akademiya, they told Cyrus:

"If you can find a way to manage Hermanubis, he will years years instead of months."

"And if I can't?"

"Then he will die either way."

Cyrus' first course of action was taking Cyno-- small and sickly-- to the Bimarstan, where his Eleazar diagnosis was confirmed. The doctor gives him months, maybe a year, if they're lucky. But if the priests are right, if Cyrus can find a way to help him manage Hermanubis, then it may be enough to prolong his life.

Until then, Cyrus suddenly finds himself caring for a sick, vulnerable child. He sits up with Cyno, reading storybooks he manages to find while Cyno lays silently, unmoving because even breathing hurts. There's medicine and IVs and doctor's appointments. Cyno is often too ill to get out of bed, curled up among the blankets and sheets in feverish pain. Even convincing him to eat is a struggle. As time goes on, his Eleazar does seem to get better, but the power of Hermanubis is crushing him in exchange. Sooner rather than later, one of those will kill him.

Eventually, Cyrus and Cyno find a way to manage Hermanubis-- at least better than Cyno had been doing alone. All of those who know the truth about Cyno's Eleazar and Hermanubis decide that it's something better left hidden. The public doesn't need to know about a potential treatment for Eleazar, especially when it's so dangerous. The sages want to look deeper into Hermanubis and how it's keeping Cyno's Eleazar in check, but Cyrus refuses. He didn't hold Cyno through painful aftershocks and nurse him through fevers only to hand him over to the Akademiya to do with what they will. It becomes a point of great contention, but Cyrus refuses to back down. Cyno is his, and damn anybody who says differently.

Cyno's Eleazar still flares sometimes, and he goes through a few days or weeks of illness before it retreats again. The worst happens when he's a student in the Akademiya. He was stressed and doesn't pay close enough attention to his body. When he starts feeling sick, he just assumes it's regular sickness. The flare hits him all at once, and Cyno lays curled up in bed, unable to move from a mix of pain and fatigue. He misses a day of classes before Kaveh comes looking for him, but he can't make himself get up to answer his door.

Worried, Kaveh goes to Cyrus, who has no problems unlocking Cyno's dorm room. They find him in bed, feverish and ill, and it's a shock to Kaveh to see the grey scales on Cyno's skin.

They get him to the Bimarstan, where Cyno spends days recovering, and Cyrus explains to Kaveh at least a part of what was going on: episodic Eleazar flares kept chiefly in check by the spirit dwelling within him. Kaveh doesn't really know what to think about it, and he can tell there's something more going on, but he doesn't ask. Instead, he spends all his time outside of classes at Cyno's bedside alongside Cyrus.

Afterward, both Cyrus and Kaveh tend to fuss over Cyno. They mutually ensure he's taking his medication, remembering to eat or sleep, and not throwing himself into his studies to the point of illness again. It's something that becomes a little harder after he joins the matra, but they do the best they can to ensure Cyno is taking care of himself.

The next person to find out is Tighnari, years later. They've been together for some time, but Cyno never felt the need to bring it up. His Eleazar is rarely an issue anymore, although he knows it will one day kill him if an injury doesn't do it first. Perhaps, then, it shouldn't have been surprising for Tighnari to find out because of an injury.

Cyno hates doctors, a feeling that was made worse by having such severe Eleazar as a child, so he goes to Tighnari when he's injured (it's better than patching himself up from serious wounds, which he has done but always earns worried fussing from Cyrus or Kaveh). It's one such time that he has a flare while in Tighnari's care. Tighnari takes the discovery that his partner has Eleazar surprisingly well-- mainly because Cyno's well-being comes first. Afterward, when the fever is gone, and the grey scales of Cyno's skin have once again disappeared, he tells Tighnari the truth. In the grand scheme of things, it's one of the less weird problems with Cyno's health-- his metabolism is far more odd. It does mean that he now has Tighnari fussing over his health.

He never tells Collei the truth about his condition. It doesn't seem necessary, and she doesn't need to know the intricacies of his health. She'll be dead long before he will, anyway-- it isn't worth upsetting her over things she can't change.

The flares become more frequent, though. He's good at working through them, but showing up at Cyrus' house feverish and in pain is an increasingly common occurrence. Despite being an adult, when Cyno is sick and hurting, he wants Tighnari or Cyrus.

It's pure luck he's already gone from Sumeru City during the Sabzeruz Festival. Thinking back, nobody wants to know what would have happened if he wasn't. Instead, he's already headed toward the desert by then.

Cyno never expected his Eleazar to be cured. Even if it somehow was, he certainly didn't expect to feel any different since it was suppressed most of the time, but he does. Nahida and the Traveller cure Irminsul, and in doing so, cure Eleazar and the Withering, and for the first time in his memory, it feels like Cyno can breathe. He hadn't realized the ways it affected him even without the worst of its symptoms, but he notices its absence. It's a relief he can't quite put into words, and one he can only share in quiet conversation with Tighnari, Kaveh, and Cyrus.

#genshin #cyno & kaveh #cyno & cyrus #cynonari #chronically ill cyno #chronically ill genshin #sometimes i'm creative #hurting cyno like it's my god given right

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hulahoopsoupgroup · 8 months

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ive ranted about this to my friend like 3 times this week but ill rant again because im just so fed up and angry.

21st century american capitalism is so dismal. we put everything behind a paywall. you cant exist without paying money and you cant go anywhere or do anything without paying.

you have to pay to be born and you have to pay to survive. if you cant pay to survive, you have to pay to die. theres no escaping it.

most jobs in the usa require a college degree, but a lot of people cant afford to go to college. its honestly infuriating that people cant get the jobs they want because the education is so expensive. why do i have to pay tens of thousands of dollars to the government so i can get a job that will probably only barely keep me afloat in todays economy?

why do we pay writers and artists so little when they are one of the most vital parts of society. where would we be without the painters and authors who create beautiful scenes and impactful stories?

weve overcomplicated society so much that you have to jump through so many financial hoops to just, exist. you have to have insurance for everything. everything costs so much. why do i have to pay over 2 dollars for a bottle of water at work? why are the bags of candy 5 dollars?

all of this just makes everyone miserable, no doubt. i had a conversation with 5 other people and all of us have had severe depression/anxiety, had to be medicated, or needed a lot of therapy/not been able to afford it. and im not stigmatizing therapy in any way. if i could afford it, i would absolutely go, but my job doesnt pay much, so even one session would set me back so far regarding money.

the fact that its so normal for 11-13 year olds to start experiencing severe depression is so concerning. its almost like a rite of passage. ask anyone in gen z if they were depressed in middle school and theyll probably say "yeah." thats concerning.

young people's suicide rates have risen over 50% in the past 10 years. 42% of gen z considered suicide in 2021-22. the fact that i know 3 or 4 people (myself included) who have attempted suicide before age 16 or 17 is insane.

we're so depressed about the future and reasonably so. its so bleak. the world is burning, people are killing each other over such trivial things, nobody listens to each other, and the government is just going insane. how badly do you have to screw up to make a 13 year old want to kill themself because they feel like the future is so bleak?

how badly do you have to screw up to prevent so many people from going to college and getting jobs to support themselves?

how badly do you have to screw up to bar people from something as simple as going to the doctor and earning a basic living wage?

and to think that there are still people who think this is fine. there are some people who sit back and say this all makes sense, that it makes sense that you have to pay thousands of dollars for a few stitches in your hand if you have a cooking accident, that you have to insure every last bit of your life, that people killing each other over ideological differences is natural and cant be helped.

america needs to wake the fuck up and get shit done. its destroying its own future. its making the future generation kill itself because of how miserable it is. fucking do better and maybe you wouldnt burn to the ground in a dumpster fire

#rant post #rant #tw sui ideation #tw sui attempt mention #tw mental health #tw mental illness #anti capitalism #everyone is insane :)#american bullshit #gen z culture #gen z shit

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since you are the head of the teacher!ross brigade, ive had an idea in my head for YONKS and i dont think ill ever write it so

you're a teacher too, you went to uni with ross (and maybe had a thing with him on the dl) but havent seen him since then but when you start working at a new school surprise!! its the one he works at!! so you guys rekindle your friendship again and WHOOPS you guys get feelings and its just cuteness

This is just the most dreamy concept. You should 100% write a proper version of this, I would read and reread a million times over.

Oh my goodness, imagine seeing him for the first time in like, five or six years i'm thinking? You're a bit nervous - it's your first day at this new school, and yeah, you've been teaching for a few years now, but starting a new job is still super scary!

You're being shown around by a colleague, and you swear it's like slow motion when you walk into the staff room. He's sat there with a coffee in hand, brow furrowed as he marks an essay, his face concentrated. All of a sudden, you're 19 again, on a night out with all of your uni friends, a little bit too handsy with your flatmate's best friend and giggly from the amount of vodka cranberries you've had. You have to clear your throat and bring yourself back down to Earth when you realise that not only are you staring, but you're also a deep shade of crimson as you recall what else happened later that evening, and most evenings after that.

You probably manage to make a swift exit before he looks up, but he knows that voice anywhere. He immediately asks around to see who the new teacher is, and is pleasantly surprised to know that his memory serves him well. At lunch, he comes knocking on your classroom door.

I reckon he's a bit coy at first, memories of what the two of you used to get up to flashing into his mind as he asks how you've been and how you've ended up at the same school as him. You talk about your uni friends, where everyone's living now, the ones that have got married and had babies. It doesn't take long for you to slip back into that easy going, friendly rhythm of conversation, and it actually turns out to be pretty helpful to know someone at work. Seeing emails from him in your inbox makes you smile, even more so when he comes to sit at the back of your classroom as you teach (for 'training purposes only', apparently). He helps you out a lot, especially at the beginning when you're unfamiliar with the abbreviations they use in meetings and the marking procedures, and you end up being really close. It's just a really lovely friendship, and you find that if you're not teaching, you're sat gossiping together or trying to suppress your childish laughter in serious staff meetings.

As you said in your ask, they 100% end up catching feelings for one another. How could he not? He always thought you were really intelligent and funny when you were seeing each other the first time around, and six years down the line, not much has changed. He drives home with a ridiculously wide grin on his face the day you ask him if he fancies going for a drink after work some time, after weeks and weeks of contemplating asking you himself. He tells himself that if things go wrong, you're still friends and you have a really great working partnership, but really, he hopes he can get it right this time (no Oh Caroline pun intended).

#1975 band #fanfic #ross macdonald #asks #send me asks #ross macdonald fluff #teacher ross #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald imagine #send asks

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osleeplessflowero · 4 months

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hi!! i JUST finished reading your cowboy!stretch x reader oneshot on ao3 and i absolutely loved it, would you mind making a continuation of it? probably with them riding a horse. thank you so much for writing that i love it so much!!! :D

// HII omg!! I'm so happy you liked the oneshot, that one was super fun to write! I'd be more than happy to write a continuation. Hopefully I do your request justice! (Especially considering it's my first one!!)

🧡You can find the first oneshot Here. :)🧡

❤️ Reader has They/Them pronouns, and their SOUL type is up to you! 🧡 Country AU! Cowboy skeletons my beloved.. 💛 This takes place in a Crossover universe, so common fandom nicknames will be used!

It's been a few weeks since you met that dashing skeleton, Stretch, at Grillby's. After taking a few days, you worked your hardest and finally managed to fix up that old barn. Now she looks good as new, and you..need to find something else to do.

You sit in your house, kicking your legs back and forth as you lie on your stomach on your couch. Some random show plays on the tv in front of it you recognize, but you're not really focusing on it since you're facing your left scrolling through your phone. Nothing really sticks out to you, searching for something of interest before you see a little notification pop down from someone. You miss it the first time, pulling down the top of your screen and realizing it's from Stretch.

You sit up abruptly on your knees, shifting to face the tv and letting your legs rest on the wood floor. It's always nice to see what he's up to.

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> heya, what are you up to?

You - now <- nothing much, just watching tv and dying of boredom lol ive got nothing to do now that the barns all fixed

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> you could come over to me and my bro's place, it's just us here today

You - now <- rsally? *really?

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> rsally

You - now <- stfu

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> lmaoo but yeah im fr could show you the animals and stuff

You - now <- bet uh idk where you live tho

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> i'll send you the location or i could just come get u if u want

You - now <- i think ill drive there i wanna remember the way in case i come over again :)

honey enthusiast🍯 - now -> alr sounds good to me lol i'll wait at the front gate for you sent attachment

You hop up from your seat on the couch, petting one of your dogs who'd decided to lie down in front of the couch and walking into your room to change.

"Okay, he..he lives on a ranch?? Well, I guess I should've gotten that from the cowboy getup, huh? I should probably wear somethin' I'm okay with gettin' dirty.." You browse through your closet, picking out some casual clothes that'll keep you cool and comfortable in the summer heat.

"Time to go." You walk out of your room, playing some music from the stereo in your living room and giving your dogs some pets before bidding them goodbye. You walk out to your truck and climb inside, turning the key and beginning to drive to the location you set your GPS to. A few familiar songs play while you make your way down several sets of roads. You promptly bop your head to them, lip syncing some of the words.

You knew you were at the right place the moment you saw it. The house was huge based on what you could see from the gate as you drove up to it, plenty of land surrounding it with fences up to keep any unwanted visitors out. You see a familiar shade of orange pop up as the skeleton opens the gate, walking over to your window and leaning his arms on it.

"howdy. glad you could make it, didn't get lost did you?" "Nope, got here a-okay. This place is massive- are you guys loaded or something?" You ask, flabbergasted. He chuckles at that, looking back at the house. "well, it just kinda happened when we exchanged monster currency for human currency. so I guess you could say we are." "Jesus." "you can go ahead and pull up wherever, it doesn't matter." He stands on the step just below your door, holding on. You smile at the action, driving further in and parking in a spot next to someone else's car.

He jumps down onto the ground and lets you get out, closing the door behind yourself and locking it before jumping down too.

You hear a faint "Hello!" in the distance as someone runs over, grinning wide. A skeleton, a pretty large one at that yet shorter than Stretch. His attire is pretty similar to the former, only his is buttoned up much more neatly and is blue rather than orange. Stretch's top button is currently loose, exposing a little bit of his sternum. You also notice how the two stick to one color scheme, Stretch sticking with orange and this one sticking to blue specifically.

"you're in luck, they just got here." "Yes, I'm Not Late! Hello, There! I'm Stretch's Brother, Blue. We Live Together Close To Some Of Our Friends." "It's nice to meet you, Blue. I'm.." You tell him your name, and the two of you chat about this and that before Stretch steals you away to show you around. You both walk around different parts of the ranch before you decide to go and visit the animals, saying hello to each of them promptly.

"You have so many horses-" "like. ten of them." "JESUS-" You pause, looking towards one, before turning back to him with a smile.

"..what?" He raises a brow, smiling as well with crossed arms as he observes you. "..Can we ride one?" "..you want to ride one?" "Yes- please-" "i mean, yeah, i don't see why not. though, we'd probably have to ride together. are you okay with that? if not, i can figure something out." "I'm okay with that. Won't bother me." "alright, just gimme a sec."

You wait patiently as he goes to get a proper saddle, walking over to a few horses and letting them smell your hands so they know to trust you. One in particular takes a liking to you, a black horse with a stripe of white from its muzzle to its forehead. It nuzzles its nose against the side of your head until Stretch returns, smiling as he walks over.

"somebody's attached. no, you can't bring the horse home with you." "Aww-" You fake pout, before smiling and gently petting its head. "but, you can come back to visit." "You bet I will." A determined look crosses your face. "you wanna ride this one?" He points with his thumb. "Yes- if they are okay with that, of course."

He nods, and after a few seconds the horse is saddled and ready to go.

"so, you're gonna have to sit in front of me. is that alright?" "Yeah, that's fine." "alright, cool."

He helps you get up onto the horse first. It's a bit of a strange sensation at first, but you gradually get used to it. He then climbs up and sits comfortably behind you and the saddle, gently taking hold of the reins. Feeling his arms around your waist has you feeling a bit flushed, your face heating up a bit as you hope he doesn't notice.

"comfortable?" He speaks calmly so as to not spook the horse, his head just above your shoulder. A shiver goes down your spine accompanied by an anxious smile. "Y- ..Yeah, I'm all good." You mutter, cursing yourself internally for stuttering as you hear him chuckle behind you. You don't realize at first when the horse starts to move before you snap out of a daze, looking ahead with a smile.

You feel..safe with his arms around you, even as you're very flushed. You can just blame it on the heat if he asks. What you don't know, however, is that he seems to be fairly flushed himself..a bright shade of orange lightly making its way over his cheekbones. He keeps his lazy smile as he looks over you, making sure you're alright and comfortable.

Blue has a cheeky grin as he watches you both ride around the field, leaning his arms on one of the fences.

His hold on your waist tightens a little when the horse picks up its speed, causing your face to heat up even more before that feeling is overcome by excitement. You cheer as it runs, carrying you both around.

This continues for a little while before both the two of you and the horse become tired. Stretch slides off and helps you jump down, guiding the horse back to where it can rest.

"That was fun! I wouldn't mind doing it again." "..maybe you can, next time you come over." "Yeah." You avert your eyes, your face admittedly still a little flushed. You can't fully bring yourself to meet his gaze until he reaches up to get some grass out of your hair.

"i wouldn't mind." He smirks, his eyes relaxed as he looks at you. You clear your throat. "Yeah, uh..looking forward to it." You smile in return as Blue walks over to greet you both.

"Why Don't You Guys Come Inside? I'd Love For You To Stay For Dinner. We Can Talk More!" He suggests with a friendly smile. You look over briefly at Stretch for a moment before turning back to him.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that. I'd better get home before dark, though. I've got dogs waiting at home for me." "you have dogs?" Stretch perks up, curious. "Yeah, two." "i wanna pet 'em-" "Well, maybe you can visit me next."

He grins as Blue guides you both inside, gently closing the door behind him.

Part 3? Ao3 Link:

#flower answers #sleeplessflower's oneshots #swap papyrus x reader #cowboy swap papyrus #cowboy swap papyrus x reader #stretch underswap #sleeplessflower's cowboy stretch series

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Hi, I wanted to ask a quick Milgram question! I saw your theory about Shidou lying about his family, and thought it was really cool :D I'm just having a hard time thinking the project would have characters lie in those interrogation-style questions -- from a writing standpoint, the videos should be looser because they're meant to be debated/studied, but you'd lose your audience credibility if everything was up for debate. It's a really interesting idea, so I was just wondering your thoughts on how/when the characters can lie 👀

hi there, thank you so much for this ask! ive been sitting on this theory for a few weeks, and these interrogation questions have only given me more fuel to my theory fire, so to speak lol.

if im being honest, i think the interrogation questions (as well as the voice dramas) are the only place prisoners CAN outright lie, as it has been stated that prisoners cant straight up lie in their music videos- since theyre extracted straight from their subconcious.

This, however, does not mean the characters are unable to obscure the truth… if they’re sneaky (or focusing on he wrong aspect of their crime, like mahiru)

and of course, what good is a character breakdown from me, if i neglect to talk about both sides of the coin?

so i present to you, yes you dear anon, my analysis of mahiru shiina and shidou kirisaki:

LOVE, LYING, AND INTENT TO KILL: 005 and 006

part one...

a quick disclaimer before we begin: i believe shidou has good intent behind his lies, but he is intentionally obscuring his crime, or misleading us on what his crime was in order to win an innocent verdict also, i apologize if this is way too long, rambly, and if i go on too many tangents. this theory has been eating me alive for weeks

this theory is also heavily supported by this post by @milgrammatical explaining how they believe the MILGRAM extraction process works

if you have the chance, please click the link and reblog the original post! however for this breakdown ill provide a screenshot:

now, to begin this post, i would like to start off by providing more evidence that this is, indeed, how the extraction process works.

to do so, i will use mahiru's first and second MV and VD, as well as shidous second MV and VD

PART ONE: interrogation to extraction

mv. 1 this is how to be in love with you

just before mahiru's first extraction, she makes it a clear point that love is dear to her, in fact it's Everything to her. her video is then titled "This is How to be in Love with You."

mahiru also gets sidetracked at one point during her voice drama, misinterpreting the articles Es has read to relate to articles that she has read: relationship and fashion advice from magazines

because she becomes focused on this idea, and reminisces on the articles she has read in an attempt to be a good girlfriend, Mahirus thoughts shift towards being part of those magazines, inserting herself into the pages that she has learned from in the past. we can assume these advice columns, as well as the accompanying pictures, are being pulled from her long-term memory

please also note how clear these are: her outfits in the first photo appear during the later "days" of her video, theyre consistent. the photos have realistic backgrounds, they are clear, distinct, REAL places that she has been. nothing in her video is obscured, except for her boyfriend. and even then, its because she does not see him as an important aspect of her trial at this point in time. there's one thing that is important to her this time around: love, showing Es who she is as a person, and the events leading up to- and into her relationship

ill be moving on to her second mv, but i cant resist including this fun little tidbit, even if it's just pure coincidence, it tickled me:

mv. 2, daisuke

this one is slightly less straightforward than the previous connection, though i believe it still holds up

to start, the second trial interrogation is where mahiru first starts to acknowledge that she was not the only person in the relationship. she mentions her partner, how they both felt about each other- and she makes it very clear what their relationship was: boyfriend and girlfriend

this is then followed by her mv, where we finally see the man behind the tan jacket in TIHTBILWY, her boyfriend. he is fully fleshed out, his eyes are visible, his style matches that which weve only seen glimpses of in her first MV. he looks unique (in a very.. bland way, but nonetheless recognizable)

his appearance pre-daisuke was also hinted at with this interrogation:

while it may seem unrelated at first glance, you can see there is somewhat of a resemblance between mappi's boyfriend and mikoto- short, brown hair, soft eyes, layered jacket, "the kind of guy they seem to make in a factory" as jackalope would put it. its thin, but its something. at the very least, i cant see any other reason why mahiru would throw mikoto under the bus like this, without knowing him at all.

i dont mean to go on a tangent already, but i would like to note that, despite the comparisons made between mikoto and mappi's boyfriend, they truly do not resemble one another much, and are distinctly different from one another. (this will be important later)

back to the voice drama,

in Love is [Un]dead, Es points out that Mahiru was likely blinded by love, and that the first MV to come from her may have been tainted by it, as they say here:

mahiru also makes a point that she may have been too lovestruck to acknowledge her wrongdoing- even subconsciously.

this winds updirecting the daisuke music video itself, and we IMMEDIATELY see a difference. the opening shot is not of mahiru, like her first MV- instead, front and center, is a very clear shot of her boyfriend hanging by his neck. she is no longer clouded by her ideals of love, and is spitting out the truth, showing us all the ugly sides of her relationship

and yet, we can still see mahiru's original perception of the relationship. there is likely truth behind it as well, a bad relationship can still have it's highs

but there is a key part of this MV that ive also seen people touch on briefly:

the distortion.

mahiru's views of her relationship are warped, it's been that way since trial one. but this is... different. she's suffered head trauma, the "carousel" of her relationship literally becomes warped- though in a way we've never seen before. the song becomes scrambled (though still catchy), and the imagery begins to twist, the video has static cuts, and the bright and shining carousel slowly melts into reality.

in my interpretation, this is because of the damage she has taken from kotoko- a physical impairment, rather than purely mental

but at the end of it all, mahiru has granted us what she has denied (even to herself) in the past: the truth. her relationship was dirty, broken, poisonous

.. to be continued

#milgram #shidou kirisaki #mahiru shiina #milgram theory #creature speaks

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atlasscrumpit · 10 months

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Patient Reader x Doctor Miguel Part 2

(Part 1 here)

Unfortunately your time in solitary was lasting longer than usual, after all you had broken a doctors ribs.

It had been one week already, they had doubled your medication and weren't giving you as much food.

You hasn't seen Miguel in six days, but finally he entered and you looked up and smiled tiredly.

"Is Miggy..." You muttered as he looked at you with worry.

He knelt down to where you were sitting on the floor.

"Hey, focus on me, Y/N." He said as he lifted your chin a little and looked into your eyes.

He noticed your eyes weren't focusing, you had gotten thin and your skin was pale.

"I think we need to get you to the medical ward." He muttered as he managed to pick you up in his arms and carried you out.

He knew something was seriously wrong, usually if he didn't see you for a few days you would've run up and acting like a puppy seeing its human for the first time.

"I'm hungry." You whispered as Miguel looked down at your pale face.

"I know, I'll get you some food soon." He whispered as he walked to the infirmary and laid you down.

He hooked you up to an IV and started to check you over and messure your vitals.

"How often did they bring you food, Y/N?" He asked while doing other things.

"They gave me a bit of food once a day with some water." You muttered as Miguel looked at you in horror.

"Fuck... I know you did something wrong but they legally can't fucking starve you." He growled in anger as he brushed your hair out of you face.

"You should start feeling a bit better soon, I'm just going to go talk to someone and get you food, okay?" He said as you looked up weakly and nodded.

After a few minutes Miguel returned with some basic food.

He sat beside you and sighed.

"Something wrong?" You muttered as he looked at you sadly.

"They want to transfer you to a more secure hospital." He muttered as you looked at him.

"No... No, please. Please don't let them take me." You whispered as you started to cry softly...

"I'm not going to." He replied making you stare at him in shock.

"The place they're sending you is even less humane than this one." He muttered as he looked at you and sighed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He whispered, you continued to look at him.

"What's going to happen to me?" You whispered as Miguel rubbed his face.

"I'm going to regret this, but I'm going to take you home with me. After some time they'll stop looking because you don't have family and you were a patient." He said as you slowly sat up.

"Why...why would you do that?" You muttered as Miguel looked down and slowly took your hand.

"None of this is your fault, you grew up in a terrible environment and never had anyone on your side. Mental illness doesn't mean you need to be locked away and punished... I'll be able to keep you medication stable myself and I can keep you safe there." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"We can be a family." You said making him chuckle softly.

"Yes, we can. But, firstly you need to get better. I'll keep you here for the next two days while I plan how to get you out of here, okay?" He asked as you nodded excitedly.

It had been two months since Miguel had taken you, after a week they stopped looking, which was quite sad but good for Miguel and you.

He had expected the worst when he had done this, but it was like you were an entirely different person.

You had less breakdowns and you were controlling your emotions so much better. Maybe you felt safe here and with a bit of freedom you no longer felt like just a number in a psych ward.

Miguel had quit his job last week and decided to take a bit of time off before finding another one.

He came home after getting groceries and found you cleaning the kitchen, he chuckled softly.

"Hey, you don't have to clean up if you don't want." Miguel said as you saw him, you gasped and ran up to hug him tightly.

"I missed you!" You shouted making him laugh, he hugged you back.

"I missed you too, Y/N. I got some snacks so we can watch a movie together." He said as you grabbed the bags and began unpacking them.

Once you were done you grabbed the snacks and sat on the couch like an excited puppy.

Miguel sat beside you and turned a movie on as he sighed and took off his shoes.

You cuddled into his side as the movie began, Miguel wrapped his arm around you and you sighed softly.

"When are we going to have sex again?" You asked as Miguel groaned.

"Y/N, you can't just ask that out of the blue." He grumbled before you pulled away, you straddled his legs and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Come onnnn. We're a little family now, you're the big daddy that takes care of everything and I'm the mommy that stays home." You said as Miguel looked at you.

"Y/N, I think it'll complicate things." He muttered as you pouted.

"Why don't we just kiss then?" You asked leaning in as you moved your hips a little.

"It'll feel so good... Remember the first time? I was so tight and you were so big inside of me, it felt so good." You whispered as you began kissing his neck.

He sighed softly and rested his hands on your hips.

"I don't want to do anything to trigger you, love." He said as you looked at him.

"I feel safe with you, Miguel." You whispered as his hand went into your hair and gently pulled you firward to kiss you.

You pulled away and giggled softly.

"Is that a yes?" You asked, wiggling your hips a little.

"Yes, baby. Come here."

#Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Part 2 #Doctor Miguel

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melshome · 2 years

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Helloooo idk if u take requestt so feel free to ignore

But i was thinking...

Scaramouche x reader accidental confession (if u ddcide to write it i would beg u not to make it angst or au pls but if ur comfy w writting au or ansgt dont worry about it then)

Also dont worry if u cant take ur time il leait

Dont overwork urself have a good day/night and GO EAT!!

i take requests :) i should probably add that onto my profile-- thank you for the request!! and yes, ill be sure to add no AU and angst ( ´ ▿ ` ) but maybe a little argument... you all have a good week ❤❤❤

cw fluff character scaramouche credits to my best friend, unnie for the confession part

scaramouche, your boss, also known as the Balladeer, assigned you to become his personal assistant

you were quite surprised as there are better people that work for him, to become his personal assistant.

its been 3 months since you started working as his personal assistant, and you've noticed something..

your heart always races when you're around him, and you're a bit more clumsier than you were before

your face always feels hot, and cant seem to get him out of your head when you're sleeping

"it's definintely love [your name].."

you start laughing. first, you thought it was a joke, then you slowly stopped.

"what on earth haypasia.."

you playfully punch her as she leaves, winking at you.

she turns around, and suddenly looks so disappointed

"what was that about?"

you turn around and see scaramouche staring at Haypasia, and then back down at you

you stand up quickly, bowing your head

"she was just making fun of me as a joke"

"what was the joke about?"

you were confused as to why he was asking so many questions, but you could not let him know it was about him..

"nothing much.. haha.."

scaramouche continues to stare at you, before lifting your chin

"next time, do not bow"

his violet eyes stare into your eyes, memorizing you

"y-yes my lord.."

you sigh with relief, as you fall onto the couch

you continue to read from the page you were reading from

"hey.. [your name]..."

you look up to find haypasia, sitting across from you, frowning

"yeah, what is it?"

"i like him as well."

you stare at her, wondering if shes serious

"who?"

"scaramouche."

you take a deep breath, trying not start an argument

"you can't like him... YOU KNOW IVE LIKED HIM LONGER THAN YOU."

and at that moment, the door is pushed open

you both turn around, and find scaramouche, standing there, with just a complete shock on his face

"sca..scaramouche. it's not what it looks like-"

his hand clenches tightly on the door, before pushing it all the way

he walks up to you, and grabs your wrist, and drags you out of the room, leaving haypasia shook

he walks into an empty room, and pins you gently against the wall, putting one arm on the wall

"tell me the truth. i need to the hear the truth. now."

you blush, reddening into the color of the red roses in the garden

your soft, reddening skin, causes him to blush, but curious as well

you look down at his shoes, hesitantly

scaramouche starts to wonder if you're ever going to look at him again, with the love shown in your eyes

when he sees that you're looking down, he takes his left, free hand and lifts your face up, wanting your eyes to meet with his

he gently caresses your cheek, feeling the warmth of it

"was what you said earlier, true?"

you stare at his face, filled with genuine love for you and curiosity

but instead of saying anything, your eyes say it all

i really love you.. please.. say you love me back...

scaramouche leans forward, shortening his height a bit

you close your eyes and let him do everything

his lips feel surprisingly soft, but it was expected.

he takes his lips off from yours after a few seconds, grinning

"so i expect that.. it is true."

you try to hide your smile

"maybe it is.."

#scaramouche genshin #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche headcanon #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact

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crackedpumpkin · 10 months

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hey guys! thought it was about time to actually communicate whats up w me and the lack of content ive been putting out lmao, ive been in a really bad slump lately, and nothing i write feels good enough :") please be patient with me for a bit, i promise none of this is intentional.

Ill probably sit down one day and finally write out in coherent thought exactly whats been crackin in my life lolololol~

also im on my period which means i am incredibly emotional and i have already devoured at least 200grams of chocolate in one sitting.

anyways i honestly feel really bad about this so here's another few blurbos i wrote that i think are at least slightly decent :")

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One does not expect to have their heart ripped out of their chest, be it physically or metaphorically.

Fortunately for you, it's the latter.

Unfortunately, however, it just so happens that the very cause is a complete stranger you've only gotten to know over the past week.

You can hardly blame others for calling the situation pathetic. How does the saying go again? Something about lemonade in life? Whatever it is, it's not exactly short enough to embroider on a pillow for display as a constant reminder.

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They say that when you love someone, you open up your heart.

Bullshit.

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"please, Lucy?" he snorts, stirring the cookie batter in the large mixing bowl with a roll of his eyes.

"what's wrong with lucy?" you ask tiredly through half lidded eyes, putting your feet up on the couch.

"she's sleeping with lola's husband. can you believe that bitch? and her daughter got in trouble too with the police. i heard from her nana that lucy got more money from the divorce because she slept with his lawyer."

#CPRambles

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l-tothe-og · 1 year

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what happened again? tell plz

Oh lord. OK. Sooooo... Once upon a time I got an ask that basically said the fem!luke part of lucemond was starting to use Luke as a fem self insert and generally starting to take the feminization over the top. I responded to it and said I agree. Me myself personally, I feel that when luke has a vagina and socially recognized terms for women (wife, mother, queen) are used for him and abo dynamics are being used as a way to eliminate any question on the top/bottom dynamic are in a fic that ALSO relies on misogynistic stereotypes it starts to become problematic to me. So I do not interact with them. Some people viewed me saying I don't interact with them bc I find fics that contain Any of those characteristics (specifically luke with a vagina)to be like immoral or whatever. Somehow they also got that I thought nobody should read or be allowed to create them from that.

This caused people to get riled up bc there was other discourse going on at the time regarding the sameish debate. I answered a few asks (X, Y, Z + some more from 2/15 if u feel like going thru my archive) that were all restating what I said above. Somehow, thru mangled misrepresentations of what I said, or thru their own misinterpretations this shit got brought to Twitter where I do not often frequent. I was told abt some shit talking abt me on Twitter, and saw a tweet that mentioned me and talking as if I said I dislike all fics in which Luke is given a vagina (fundamentally untrue). In this thread I was being called a transphobe, a narrative that continues either through ignorance of the meaning of the word or misunderstanding of what I've said, so I responded and was like haha erm never said anything implying what ur saying I said. Got ratioed hard by people saying shit like "lukoochie rights" and "some people want to see Luke's pussy on aemonds dick" which again is a fundamental misunderstanding bc I don't give af abt lukoochie. Write luke with a vagina all u want ive never said that bothers me and why do these ppl care so much abt pretending i did? Lmao tho I do think the term is a bit objectifyng.

So whatever. Drama dies down on my end, but from what i hear i never left lucemond twitters top 10 hated users (if that's untrue ill delete this bit i just heard it second hand. i do not interact with lucemond twitter. anyway i digress).

I listen to ppl in my ask saying there's some nuance that's been missed from the trans side of the fandom and am like love more context (Anon 1, Anon 2's response, Anon 1's response to that) and it doesnt change my opinion bc there wasn't anything they said that was at odds with my og thoughts and opinions.

Anyway, i get a prompt for aemond in lace and I write it with some feminization for fun and to add a little emotional depth to a pwp. Feminization. U know. The thing I never said I was abjectly against but people somehow got that from me saying I personally don't interact with extreme feminization fics bc they don't sit right with me. Keep in mind I've been getting anon hate for pretty benign posts ever since, posting some, blocking others for weeks.

Comment section on the fic explodes with people calling me a transphobe, hypocrite, and most offensively because i know the others are based in unfounded anger and misconception, a plagiarizer of a fic I hadn't read and isn't similar beyond lingerie. Anons start harassing people that commented on the fics as readers, and fighting anons that defend me. It's a mess. The two asks I posted earlier are in reference to the comment section but here, anon, is my side of the drama with full context nd rceipts.

#when yall ss this and post it on Twitter plz remind think of the fact that i dont even know who ur 3rd grade reading level ass is #appreciate the novel <3 #good lord this reads like a manifesto with weird ass little footnotes #even more discourse #discourse dump

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d3a7h · 2 years

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𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Trans Masc!Reader , Gabby Dawson x Trans Masc!Reader (platonic)

Series or Oneshot: Oneshot

Warnings: a lot of messed up thoughts. ed actions. mentions of sh. really bad trans thoughts (if ur trans i think you understand what i mean)

(Im venting/coping by writing this. I’m sorry this is all I have to lean on rn. If you see this due to my childhood lovers posts, they will be back soon i promise)

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎��𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝.

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It was another one of those dreadful days, the days you didnt want to exist anymore, you didnt want to convince yourself to get out of bed. However, when you are a firefighter you cant have those days. You pushed yourself out of bed and got dressed, taking a deep breath in and letting it out as you walked out of your front door.

You walked through the garage doors seeing the rest of squad sitting at the table already. You sat down with them and leaned back in your chair staring at the ground. This caught Kelly’s attention though so he tapped you on the knee which dragged you out of your thoughts.

“You okay Ru?” He asked, concern very aparent in his voice. This got the other guys attentions. “Uh yeah fine, why?” “You look sick, like you havent slept or eaten in a few days.” “Oh, I dont know. Ive been fine just didnt want to get out of bed this morning thats all. No need to worry about me Lieutenant,” I told him before getting up from my chair. I patted his shoulder as I walked by; I made my way to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror wishing I could be like Kelly, like Matt, like Herrmann, I just wanted to be a boy.

I grabbed a bag from my locker before going into one of the showers. I took off my shirt and redid the wraps on my chest, I took the binder out of my bag and pulled it on as well. I pulled back on my shirt and tucked it in, I put my bag up and walked into the common area.

I was about to sit down when the alarm went off, we rushed to the trucks pulling up our gear and getting inside. “Are you sure youre okay Ru?” “Yes i promise.”

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I made lunch for everyone once we were back at district. We had been on a few jobs already and I knew everyone was hungry and luckily they enjoyed my cooking. The smell of food made my stomach churn, which sent me to the bathroom to puke.

“Now I know you arent okay, tell me whats up. Its my job to know how my teams doing and obviously im not doing a good one.” I heard Kellys voice enter the room which made me upset even more. Why couldnt he just leave me alone. I just wanted to go home and cry but he just wanted to see me break down in front of him didnt he?

I sat on the stall ground so I didnt have to open the door. “Ill never be a real guy Kelly, ill never get to be like you or matt or herrmann or cap or any guy for that matter. Medically im seen as a woman physically im a woman but only mentally do i get to be a boy. Its not fair. I wish i wasnt here anymore Kel. I havent eaten in a week, ive barley got a wink of sleep. I cant keep going but i have a job i have to save people so i still come every day even if i want to put a bullet in my head. I dont because i know ill hurt people but why do i have to hurt so others wont?”

I could see his shadow come closer before he sat down on the outside of the stall. “I know the whats the word?“ I let out a light laugh before resting my head on the door, “Dysphoria.“ “Yes that, it’s hard you’ve come to me about it a few times now. Well I’ve always pried it out of you but you don’t have to do anything alone. You are a real guy, you are a boy. That was done and said once we met you. Now, once shift is done we will get through the rest of the day together. We can invite your brother too.“

“Ill see if Adam’s free...uh thank you Kelly.“ “Oh course Ru, always. You know that.”

I was about to respond but the alarm blared and I quickly wiped my face and opened the door. Kelly’s face met mine and I let out a small breath and smiled, “Lets go Lieutenant.” I pushed past him lightly and quickly got to truck; Kelly not far behind me.

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Like Kelly said we were leaving work together, he drove me to my apartment and I honestly never imagined he’d be in my apartment. Normally when he helps me we go to his apartment so we arent alone and its not awkward. I heard nothing but his feet following behind me as we got to my apartment I unlocked the door and plopped down on my couch. I heard the door close and lock before Kelly flicked on the kitchen lights. “Can we invite Shay and Dawson over too? Please?” “Yeah of course, ill text shay and you text dawson.” “Great. Adam isnt free tonight, there on a case so i thought we could invite them.”

Shay came over almost instantly, she had alcohol like always; Dawson following a few steps behind her. I closed the door behing them locking it and sitting down on the couch next to Dawson. Dawson was my best friend, besides Kelly of course. I met Dawson when we were young, she was always my favorite person; now I get to see her every day, this jobs wearing on it a bit though.

She was there through my whole transition and now Kelly is here for the after thoughts and major dysphoria because you still arent in the right body. Your parts werent correct and you knew you would never be able to like it because no matter what you did you wouldnt have the real thing.

I was ripped from my thoughts from Dawson placing her hand on my hand; I looked up and she was still in a conversation with Shay and Kelly. I smiled softly and laid my head on the back of the couch calming down; the thoughts stropped rolling in and I just got to happily listen to my friends having a break.

Once Shay and Gabby left I thanked Kelly once again for wanting to help me get through today. He stood on the other side of the door but everything happened so quickly I felt his lips press to mine. “Im sorry,” he said straightening back up. “Kelly isnt into only women i see?“ “I do know i like you, so yeah I guess I dont only like women.”

“See you tomorrow Ru?” “Or how about.”

I cut off my sentence but pulling him into another kiss and he stepped inside closing the door behind him.

#kelly severide #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #imagine #kelly severide x reader #gabby dawson

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rleonemusic · 10 months

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In The Hospital… Music Therapy Is For Everyone

Here’s the scenario: In the hospital where I work as a music therapist, I get a referral from the bedside nurse to visit with her patient in the ICU, who is on a ventilator, to help reduce anxiety. I arrive, I confer with the nurse to see if there is anything I need to know, and then I enter the room and start to facilitate a music experience. And then, five minutes in, the nurse quietly enters the room to… take care of stuff. She checks IV lines, she checks the computer, she checks… stuff. And she stays in the room doing what appears to be ‘checking stuff’ for most of the remainder of the session. Perhaps that ‘stuff’ is timely. (And I am certainly not minimizing what these nurses do. The critical care nurses I work with are incredibly skilled, compassionate and take great care of their patients.) But here is what I think – she wanted (needed) the music experience as well. This happens often. And why not? Being a critical care nurse is extremely stressful. I see what they are dealing with on a daily basis. Perhaps she needed… something in that moment. Perhaps she needed some music. When nurses, or any medical professional, are in the room… the music is also for them. Not long ago, a nurse came into my session where I was singing with an older woman who was anxious and a bit confused. We were singing Blue Moon. After she checked the IV lines, took care of stuff, etc., she sat on the bed next to the patient and sang along for the duration of the session. And like the patient, her affect softened. Her anxiety appeared to subside. Perhaps she needed… something in that moment. Perhaps she needed some music. I have had a few nurses ‘come clean’, telling me that they sit outside the room I’m in so they can listen to the music while charting medical notes. And yes, a few have told me that they wait to do their in-room rounds (stuff) until I am there, providing music. Perhaps they needed… something in that moment. Perhaps they needed some music. Music therapy is also for medical staff.

When there are visitors or family members in the room of patients I’m visiting, the session (the music) is always for them as well. (Sometimes more so.) And like clockwork, there are so many times that music brings out sudden emotion in the visitors. It makes sense. They are holding it all in, trying to navigate their own feelings while often putting on a good face for the patient. The music seems to prompt a release… a release of held in tension. It creates an opportunity for emotional outlet. Perhaps they needed… something in that moment. Perhaps they needed some music. When this happens, I always tell them that it’s okay. That it’s actually a good thing. They need to release that tension. It can be a cathartic experience for them. It can be so needed.

Also…

Music creates connections and brings people together. There are many times when I walk into a room and the family members are sitting on the outskirts, maybe on their phones, watching the TV or just staring off. But when the music starts something happens. Movement. Connection. Suddenly everyone gravitates bedside (especially if a favorite or meaningful song is presented). They make eye contact with each other. They hold the patient’s hand or stroke their head. Music prompts togetherness. Music creates connections. Music therapy is also for family and visitors.

Just this past week I was asked to visit with an older woman, in her early 90s, who had been in the hospital for several days. She was a bit confused and just feeling all the stresses of being in an unfamiliar place dealing with illness. Her daughter, grandson and his significant other were all there… sitting on the outskirts. When the music started, they focused… they connected to it. I could feel them start to lean in. I sensed something happening. When I transitioned into a relaxed version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, they all moved closer to the bed. Then… without prompting… they all joined in singing along. And they really sang! With some lovely harmonies! It was such a beautiful moment… a real moment… in a hospital room. The picture that still lingers in my mind is the face of the patient, her beautiful smile as she gazed at her grandson singing to her. Tears started running down her face. (Tears started running down his face too.) Suddenly it wasn’t ‘patient’ and ‘visitors’, it was family. It was family connecting on a real and human level. It brought comfort into a place where comfort is hard to find. I felt honored that I got to be a part of it.

What else can bring that kind of connection in the hospital? What other modality brings nurses into the room to have a moment where the aesthetics can help them get through their shift? What other practice can bring family members together in harmony and tears of joy?

In the hospital… music therapy is for everyone.

The healing power of music…

(*The stories presented in this blog are based on accounts and experiences and are not actual accounts or experiences.)

Raymond Leone, MMT, MT-BC is director of Medical Music Therapy at A Place To Be and the Inova Health System

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astranne · 2 years

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Dropping in to drop some Diluc brainrot because ive been analyzing his character recently

If you dont mind of course goddess

Diluc is canonically the pretty boy of Mond right? Donna(derogatory)

Imagine what he was like after he became a knight? A calvary captain at that. He made his father proud and such i can imagine there was a celebration because he was, not only the youngest captain but Crepus's son. :(

Imagine how happy he was to get his vision and learn to wield fire of a pheonix imagine his joy when he was possibly training/sparing, so determined he felt in that moment for the gods to bless him with the ability to wield pyro.

Now, imagine his pain when Kaeya told him and broke that and he had to use his pheonix against his own brother, the person who sparred with him and the person who he trusted, the brother in both arms and (sort of) blood. The brother who betrayed him.

Now the actual brainrot! :D

Diluc travelling across Teyvat? Hc he knows most languages and mostly well versed in Russian Snezhnayan.

Hes most likely warm because, not only his vision but his body had to keep warm during harsh snowstorms in Snez.

I imagine hes littered with scars, burns on his hands from the delusion, a few scratches from wolf whelps, maybe a few harsh wounds that ache from that night, that night when his brother stabbed him in his back-

I like to think he can stay up for a few weeeks at a time, not because constant coffee in his DNA but because his time travelling, hes in a network. Of course he has enemies. Enemies will attack you when you sleep.

After a few months of him being back Addie probably tied him down to make him sleep.

"Master Diluc you can't drinking coffee-" as hes pouring hus 7th cup of pure caffine.

Elzer probably faints at the sight of that man drinking an entire pot of coffee in seconds. His staff fears him for the wrong reason. His sleep schedule consists on 2 hours on a good day, a nap is 7 minutes at most. Oh my god its worse when hes working.

Kaeya?

Tavern nights pray for him. Kaeya purposely messes with him, probably knows hes annoying and bothers him but Kaeya the younger brother ofc.

Kaeya and Diluc moments consist of Diluc being annoyed and Kaeya egging him on. Its worse with Venti.

"Diluc please don't kill Venti."

"I dont care if hes our archon if he doesnt stop ill wring his neck out-" and Rosaria/Jean is the one that keeps them sane. Jean is the only reason Diluc hasnt ran away and Venti is alive with barely any sense. (Fanon Venti at least).

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BRAINROT FROM FISCHL ANON HELL YES OMFG AND IT'S DILUC sorry you had to wait a bit, i've been staring at this asks for a long time and my mind went brrr and i had to write this on my phone since my laptop pulled a tomo.

no because- how did you read my mind??? i didn't post it yet, but this has been sitting in my drafts for sure 2 weeks or more

how did you know?? but yes, FIRE OF A PHOENIX!!

calvary captain!diluc? yes please. 🙏🏻

yk these really big and strong horses, like tall TALL horses. his has red hide, just like his hair and a temperament… everyone fears that horse and you bet that horse is proud af. HE NAMES IT PHOENIX-

but yes, knight!diluc and he would do his job so much better than kaeya don’t tell him that. diluc is very dutiful and he will assist jean as good as he can, when grandmaster valka (i think that’s his name??) goes on the expedition (which- okay why and where?? i would like to know that and why the grandmaster and the elite knights didn’t come back when stormterror attacked mond. some knights they are-)

kaeya betrayed him? kaeya now bears burns across his arms, chest and shoulders diluc‘s fire burns hot, his flames blazing and burning everything in their path kaeya is rather bitter about that, but learns to live with it

traveler!diluc yes please. his trusty horse phoenix is naturally part of his travels and somehow, riding through all that snow and where ever he goes, makes his horse even stronger. this horse is a beast, i tell you. a freaking beast

diluc has burns, but he knows how to treat them, he needs to know after all he has a pyro vision. he has scars from a pack of wolves and even a bear, ugly scars which he had to cauterize with shaking hands.

he still has that delusion with him, never knowing when it’s time to go all out

insomniac!diluc. like, yes. feel that.

but insomniac!diluc together with coffee addict!diluc?? oh dear- when adeline takes away his coffee, he will just chunk down tea (some of them have even more caffeine than coffee) people do fear him, oh yes, but they also fear his sharp tongue when he didn’t get his daily unholy dosis of caffeine. they fear him for many reasons, some of then are just ridiculous

also yes. diluc is this close murdering both venti and kaeya. he doesn’t have time for their stupid shit, he already looses two precious hours to sleep everyday.

also,,, if we pair that up- jean and diluc. both of them come from respectable and noble families and even if said nobles don’t have much power, they still do arranged marriages. you bet jean and diluc marry each other, just to keep other nobles from their necks.

do they love each other? yeah, but probably not romantically. diluc is too tired for feelings like that and jean too busy. but they make a nice couple 😌

klee is definitely their child

jean and diluc are THE power couple of mondstadt and jean is also… a bit more respected? considering she’s lady ragnvindr and not only the acting grandmaster of the knights. women are totally jealous but wouldn’t dare to do anything, since yeah- these two are the darlings of mondstadt.

also, the nobles would praise the couple for keeping their love life private, not knowing there isn’t even a love life 😆

kaeya definitely teases them tho-

anyways, fischl anon thank you so much for sending this brainrot!! i had a blast writing this <3 my askbox is always open for more brainrots

#genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #genshin diluc #diluc headcanons #diluc scenarios #bamf diluc #definitely bamf #genshin keaya #kaeya #genshin venti #venti #genshin jean #jean #diluc x jean #but in a friendship way #🌚 knowing moon #✨ star dust #⭐️ 🪶.star

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