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muffinsin · 2 months

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iv been thinking of a request that regards the Dimi daughters with a s/o who just so happens to be a cannibal, but to make things more interesting, s/o wants to tastes them specifically (and not in a hot way-), insert s/o's feral side here ig

I saw this and I knew I immediately had to get started on this XD

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Bela

It becomes clear very fast that you’re cannibalistic

It’s not exactly something you’re able to hide around her

Especially when she smells the blood in your breath and spots it below your nails, even after you scrub your hands clean. When she tastes it on your tongue and lips and feels it on your body

She allows you a certain number of maids per week, and normally limits it to prisoners only

Of course, you’re more than allowed to try to hunt for your food, too. Sometimes, she brings you back something of one of hers

“If you want to get your food elsewhere, you’re free to do so”, she claims, after a whined complaint regarding eating only the prisoners

Perhaps, you should have clarified what you were in the mood for

What you always are in the mood for

Perhaps, she should have chosen her words more carefully

Bela wakes up once, her eyes blinking to adjust to the darkness and her brows furrowing at the odd feeling on her skin

When she looks down, she finds her arm in your lap, oil and herbs spread on her skin

What are you doing?

You can only watch, your head lowered, just about to have a lick at her

When you explain it, she is unsure who is more flustered between the two of you

You- attempted to- eat-her. Not to hurt her. You just feel this…urge?

It has her cheeks burn bright pink. She takes it as an odd sort of compliment

She is quite angry, too, however

After a good scrubbing of her arm, you feel like a child scolded as she stands with her arms crossed, scolding and yelling for what feels like hours

Why would you want to eat her?

She doesn’t grant you to bite into her skin, never

She does allow you a taste of her blood, though, if you insist you want it

Drinking your blood herself, Bela doesn’t blame you for this want. Though, just as she would not eat chunks of your skin, you are not to attempt doing it to her

So, at times, and only when she feels particularly generous or in a certain type of mood during your bedroom activities, you’re allowed a taste from her

You’re never too harsh with her, nor too demanding, and never take what you aren’t given

You know, this bliss she gives you would be taken if you were

During these times, she usually allows you to drink from her neck or thighs

Only sometimes are you presented a wound of hers to lick clean

And never, never are you to inflict the wound on her yourself

Cassandra

She’s into it

100%, fully, with her body and soul

It arouses her, and excites her, and is oddly romantic to her

Now, she knows not to let you eat her, for both of your sakes. The idea of it is fun enough to her, though

She warns you, multiple times, she doesn’t taste well. Her blood, perhaps, but not her skin

She is made of flies, after all

Of course, this doesn’t stop you. You’re used to the flesh of the staff, yet you can’t help but fantasize of Cassandra

Her skin is pale and soft, albeit scarred at places

You yearn to taste it, despite her warning

A single bite into her arm once confirmed them to be true, however

She awoke to your gagging and spitting out flies, and while she’d normally be upset at the blood pouring from the wound on her arm, she was laughing too hard to do so

To see you choke and shed tears at the uncomfortable feeling in your throat, caused by many flies buzzing and flying defensively…she relished the moment

She made sure you knew not to try it again, though. Or else there would be severe consequences

After all, she is all too eager to taste you, too

However, the fantasies of tasting her remain

She catches the longing gazes, the flashing eyes when she cuts herself while sharpening her sickle, or the lip trapped between your teeth when she undresses and reveals her body to you

She knows, you are by far not satisfied enough with the bodies she grants you, the maidens she shares with you

She knows fully well, you yearn for her

As such, she loves to tease you

Cassandra loves nothing more than to expose her flesh to you, to make herself bleed and to see your reactions to it

At times, she does grant you a taste

When she tips a glass to your lips, your eyes pressed shut in concentration as you view the droplets of blood smear alongside the rim, then drip inside

You lick it clean, every last drop

Cassandra’s eyes always flash at this. It’s a form of worship to her. A dark, twisted kind of love

Often, she will indulge herself and snatch a taste of you, too

At times, when she feels especially generous, she grants you a taste of her blood directly from the source

You’re allowed to drink her blood only when she permits it, and know not to push it or bite down on her skin again

She loves the feeling of your tongue on her when you lick the blood, and even more so, perhaps, loves the torture she puts you through and the amount of self control it takes not to pierce and part her skin

Honestly, she’s so in love

Daniela

She doesn’t realise you’re cannibalistic until you point it out to her

Being so used to her sisters and mother, she just…fed you human flesh from day one. And you never complained, of course

In fact, you love what she provides for you. It is by far better than any food you could, or would want to, hunt yourself

And she’s always so sweet, so caring with you

She brings you the best parts of a body to share them with you

When you laugh and point out humans aren’t quite known to eat meat, her eyes grow wide

She immediately fears she’s made you seek after weeks of feeding you nothing but the flesh her family likes to eat

How very wrong she is

However, while you reassure her, the food she retrieves you is delicious, you can’t help but think of more…unhinged options

Naturally, this intrigues her

When you ask her one late night, both of you slightly tipsy, to taste her, she doesn’t immediately deny it

She does heal fast, after all…

She won’t deny being curious about it. Her terms are simple, though

If you get a taste of her, it’s only fair she gets one of you

Of course, a smaller one. Both of you, just a little bit, just enough to give one another a taste

Really, it’s unclear who is more feral: you, or Daniela

When your skin is cut and passed to each other, two very different reactions can be observed

Daniela’s hum of pleasure, a giggle, gleeful. You taste marvellous to her, better than your blood, even!

She is, however, fast to press a rag to the wound on your arm

Your reaction is a little…different

She tastes sweet for but a moment, the sweetest meat you have ever tasted

For a moment, you think you might become addicted

Then, this moment passes, as the skin breaks and two flies desperately clap their tiny wings to get back out of your mouth

You gag, your lips parting and tongue sticking out as you watch the small insects reconnect with her skin

She giggles, and with a smile, kisses your pout away

Really, you can’t keep pouting when you’re offered her blood

A little compensation you can’t say no to

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu

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violetwitch12087 · 11 months

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Could you do the evans reacting to finding out that your pregnant with their child 🤭🤭

UH OF COURSE I CAN THIS IS ACTUALLY A REALLY GOOD IDEA I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS I DID MY BEST

The evans reaction to finding out you're pregnant and its theres

Evan Peters

*you tell him*

IMMEDIATE happiness

Hes shocked and then when you tell him fr a big smile comes across his face and he engulfs you into a hug

Would prob shed some tears or a lot

Kisses you so passionately

Holds you in his arms for HOURS

Tells his parents how happy he is

"evan uhm im pregnant" "wait youre serious?" *Nod* "OMG baby im so happy"

Tate Langdon

Straight panic

Scared he made the anti christ again

Sad because it killed you

You have to comfort him but he just cries and tells you how sorry he is

Honestly maybe would avoid you for a bit bc he hates himself and when he sees you he remembers what he did

After a while when you die and stuff he'll be there for you while you die holding your hand crying and kissing your knuckles

Yall would be fine after but until the apocalypse happens👍

"tate im- im pregnant" "w-what? I- im so sorry its all my fault"

Kit Walka (ik its walker i jst love the way he says it)

Would look down at the test and smile and hug you

"we're gonna have a third little baby here?"

Honestly really, really happy

Kisses you and hugs you swaying side to side

Later on would listen to his favorite music and dance with you before kissing you and putting his hands on your belly

"kit im pregnant" "what?" *Sees test* *big ole smile* "we're gonna have a third little one running around here?" *Nod*

Kyle Spencer (pre death)

Honestly a little concerned/considering it because hes in college and still lives with his mom

Would make it your choice if you want to keep it but if you do we would be there every single step and moment of the way

Honestly after a while of thinking would be so happy to have a little you guys running around

After thinking and accepting it and loving it he would apologize for even considering it and would kiss you and hold you

"kyle i know we're young but i- im pregnant" "wait really?" *Sees test* "i- i dont know what to say i mean i love you i really do and you know that but we're young but if you want to keep it ill be here no matter what baby"

*later on after thinking* "baby im so sorry for everything i said i wanna have a baby with you ive never been happier please forgive me, im so excited to have this journey with you"

How could you say no

Jimmy Darlin (yes ik its darling)

Very very happy

Then his smile starts to fade

Sad because he doesnt want your guy's kid to have his condition

Also sad because his kid is gonna grow up the way he did

You comfort him and tell him its all okay and that you guys wont let anything happen to the kid

Apologies for how he couldnt take you guys out of the freak show and all that jazz

You comfort him and lets jst say like at the end of freak show you and Jimmy live a normal life with your big ole belly and jimmy by your side all the steps of the way

"jimmy omg im pregnant" "really?" *His beautiful smile*

After a bit "im so sorry i couldnt give you and our only kid a normal life i really am" "jimmy i love you we will figure it out and you know we will"

James Patrick March

Genuinely shocked

Didnt even know you and him could have kids since well hes a ghost

But 'miracles' happen

Honestly surprisingly happy to have a little you guy's running around the hotel

"if you need anything i will have someone get it for you my love" he says that and also means that he will have someone that can go outside get you stuff as well

"james im pregnant" "i can procreate?" *Nods* "well, i could never be happier dear"

Kai Anderson

Honestly would probably be nice to you for once like with ally

Happy because there is now a 'messiah'

Wants the kid to lead the cult when he dies

Would be so happy i mean did you see him with ally and their damn kid?

He would start being more gently like he would look at your belly and smile putting his big hand on top of it

I mean he would probably even kiss your head and give you cuddles here and there

I mean how could he not? You're holding the next most precious and important thing in his life or probably the kid is his most precious and important thing

"kai dont get mad but im pregnant, and its yours" *a small smile would come across his face* "really? I honor you as the most loyal in this cult you're holding the next messiah"

Peter Maximoff (wanda vision age)

Honestly shocked

Would be so happy tbh

Would be happy because he would have another probably immature kid that was fast like him

Would probably pull you into a hug and kiss you and would hold you like forever while you guys slept every night

Would go into a frenzy about you needing rest and him stealing your favorite snacks a stuff just to make you happy i mean hes a kleptomaniac

"peter im pregnant" "YES omg were gonna have another speedster here"

#evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #jimmy darlin #kit walka #james march #James Patrick March #kai anderson #quicksilver #peter maximoff #ahs #headcanon #ahs headcanons #the evans #the evans reaction

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fangirlingatstuff · 10 months

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Hi ive seen your work, thank you for keeping the epic fandom alive 🙏🙏. I’m not sure if you do nod but if you do could you write headcannons about him, like the mandrake ones. Thank you!!

Awww thank you for liking my work!! 😊😊 I found the lack of content for Epic saddening and had to do something about that lol

I can definitely write some hcs for Nod, I’ve had a few asks about him that I havent gotten to writing yet because he’s not someone I write much for but this is a good way to start!

Nod General and Romantic Headcanons

General

I feel like the movie didn’t emphasize this enough but Nod isn’t just a good flyer, he is one of, if not the, best.

I imagine he’s been on the back of a bird ever since he was little. Flying with his dad or with “Uncle” Ronin when they weren’t off fighting boggans, or even riding with other leafmen when his dad wasn’t around.

Nod probably grew up around leafmen his entire life, being in the barracks or following his dad around while he was on a shift. The other leafmen and women took to him like he was family and he was always seen with another soldier if he wasn’t with his mom or dad.

Probably was friends with other soldier’s kids and they got into all kinds of mischief, mostly bugging the older soldiers.

The day his dad and Ronin left for a seemingly routine recon mission, his dad left with a kiss to his mom and a ruffle to his hair. There was a tension in the air, unspoken acknowledgment between the adults that this time was different than before, but Nod didn’t bring up that he could see that.

When Ronin came back alone, with nothing but his father’s helmet and many bruises and cuts, Nod didn’t shed a tear.

He took the helmet as Ronin explained that his dad wasn’t coming back this time and stared at it in understanding, his face falling.

Nod didn’t even need Ronin to tell him that his father was gone when he came up to the door.

Nod was little when it happened so Ronin had taken charge of him early, but that didn’t make him any less rambunctious.

For a while, Nod was quiet, that was until he grew old enough to be unsupervised and all bets were off. It got especially bad right before Ronin started training him as a leafman. His behavior was actually the reason why Ronin enlisted him, because he was getting into trouble.

Loves animals. Wants all the pets, give him five minutes and he would’ve had Ozzie on his back kicking his leg.

Finn is sort of like his older brother and when they are both off duty, Finn takes time in annoying Nod, usually by messing with his hair or playfully shoving him.

Romantic

Goofy freaking tease. If he’s even half an inch (or whatever the heck tiny people use to measure height) taller than you, he’s calling you short forever now.

Is constantly holding things out of your reach or blocking your way, if you have to do something or need something, by principle he feels like he has to prevent you doing or getting whatever you need.

Cheesy dorky pick up lines. He has an entire index of them, sometimes he will go alphabetical. Finn has a list of his most used ones.

He will be taking you on flights all day every day. Hope you aren’t afraid of heights.

In all honesty though, he would be so excited to share his love of flying with you. He’s good with birds and would love for you to like flying as much as he does. If you don’t, thats ok, but he will give you puppy-dog eyes when you tell him you don’t want to fly today.

Tries to impress you all the time with his swordsmanship and status as a leafman, apparently he heard that people “like a guy in uniform” so he’s laying that on thick.

Even though it is when he isn’t trying at all that he impresses you the most, you won’t ever tell him that. He’s too cute when he’s talking about how to train a bird or fit a saddle and you could listen to him for hours.

That isn’t to say you aren’t impressed by him as a leafman. His agility is crazy and seeing him train or fight is a feat in itself. Just make sure you stay safe and he’ll let you watch him work all day.

Ronin teases the two of you. So does Finn. Nuff said. Finn likes to embarrass Nod in front of you.

“Oh have I told you about the time when Nod got scared by a caterpillar?” “FINN!”

Ronin encourages this, he’s the one that started it after all.

#nod #ronin #finn #epic 2013 #epic 2013 headcanons #epic 2013 x reader

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alexiela73 · 1 year

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Can i have headcannons for mccree, hanzo, and blackwatch genji reacting to their trans (boy) kind getting bullied (in like a stalking ish way) and what they would do ? (Srry jcncn ik thats rly specific ive had a uh bad week if ya get me 😅)

If someone is stalking you, I am between call the police or go Rapunzel on his ass with a frying pan and see what he thinks then.

Also, was gonna post tomorrow but decided I couldn't wait.

McCree:

Something started to bother you a few weeks ago

No matter how many times he asked you about it, you'd brush it off and say it was nothing or that he was imagining it

Except, he knew he wasn't. Jesse KNEW you, possibly too well

There was something off. You weren't as...happy, anymore. You seemed to look over your shoulder more often, and you didn't look excited about going to work anymore

Jesse would hold you at night and could feel you were still awake, hours after having said goodnight, and once even felt your tears on his shirt

One day, Jesse brought you lunch at work. He hadn't even made it into the store fully yet when he spotted you, and you looked so uncomfortable

Standing maybe barely a foot from you was a taller man leaning on the counter, almost looming over you. Jesse could see he was talking to you, and there was a twisted smile on his face as whatever he was saying

When you moved away, he just got right back up in your space and Jesse could see the tears shimmering in your eyes from there

Beyond pissed, Jesse put on the most easy going smile, walked over and slammed down his metal hand on the counter. "Hey darlin'," he said, giving you a wink. "How's my boy doing today?"

Startled to see your boyfriend, you immediately stepped back again from what Jesse now saw was your coworker. The coworker looked just as surprised, immediately followed by disgust

"She's your girlfriend, huh?" he asked, looking down at you.

"He is my boyfriend," Jesse emphasized, gritting his teeth. "And ya, I'mma pretty lucky fella to have y/n. He's an incredible guy. Who're you, by the way?" he asked, pulling out one of his cigars and lighting it in the store.

You started to open your mouth to stop him, but he waved you off, taking your hand and pulling you from behind the counter to nestle against his side. Perhaps it was a little inappropriate, but you knew Jesse was just protecting you.

The guy clearly wasn't getting the hint. "She's obviously a girl, man. I don't know how she has you fooled, but I can see her tits through that shirt-"

"Who on earth is Joe hiring these days?" Jesse asked you. "Must be desperate to be pullin' chumps like this one in."

"The fuck did you say to me?" the guy started, moving in from behind the counter.

The worker had no time to react, as Jesse grabbed the man and suddenly flipped him on his back beside the register. The man started to yell, but Jesse had taken a long drag of his cigar- and now shoved it into the guys gaping maw, cowing his mouth with his bionic hand.

The guy started to scream, muffled by Jesse and you immediately grabbed Jesse's arm.

"Jesse," you whispered frantically. "Stop it, please. This guy isn't worth it-"

"No," he agreed, "but you are. Now, look here," he drawled, leaning down so his face was near the mans. "You ever get in his space again, ever shit on him again like that or if I ever, ever see him shed another tear because of your sorry ass, I'll cut your tongue out and shove it up that ass of yours. Got it? And trust me, kid- jail couldn't stop me."

When he let go, the guy rolled over and choked out the cigar, ashes and drops of blood.

"Did you have to be that rough?" you whispered, but pressed your face into his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin gently.

"Darlin'-" Jesse shook his head and led you out for your break.

Hanzo

You told Hanzo that you had been receiving some distressing emails as of late

You volunteered with a few different organizations, and you hadn't had any issues with anyone regarding you being trans, but clearly someone was bothered by it

It wouldn't have concerned you, but other then vague threats and rather nasty messages, there were some pictures sent to you as well

Some included you walking down the road on your day off, others were of you at work- you could see whoever is was had taken pictures of you at your main work and one of your volunteer groups.

Hanzo was understandably upset by this

"So someone is following you around and threatening you?" he had said, his lips pulled tight. "I see. Why don't you take one of the dragons with you to your groups- preferably Ramen. Udon is far too nosey," he said dismissively.

"I...no, that's okay. If I react to it, then this guy will get the satisfaction of knowing he's got me all bothered," you said, rubbing your chin before scritching Udons cheeks as he rolled onto your lap.

"It is bothering you, and if nothing else, its bothering me. If these aren't empty words, then I'd never forgive myself for doing nothing," he'd said.

Over the next few days, Ramen would go with you everywhere, usually in your bag. On the fifth day, Hanzo walked over to your main office at so-and-so company, pushing a man in front of him.

You recognized the man as a volunteer at the shelter. The noodles were on either side of them, hissing and snapping at the man like angry cats and batting at his legs.

"This is the man that has been stalking you and spewing those vile things about your manhood," Hanzo said, holding a camera- it looked expensive too.

He crushed it in his hand as if it were made of paper, causing the man to sputter angrily, before dropping it and immediately the two dragons pounced and started burning and batting it around.

"Really? Why? You seemed so nice-" you started to say, but the man spat at your feet.

"God made you a woman and you think you can change his will?" he snarled, making Hanzo roll his eyes.

A sharp shake made the man hiss, and you had no idea what bound his hands behind his back. "You will speak when I say you can, pathetic fool," Hanzo growled. "We'll be going to the police with this and getting a restraining order. I've had enough of this whelp and his presence."

Sighing, you knew Hanzo was right. Letting the man go would likely just cause further problems down the road.

"Okay. Just let me send an email saying I'm done early for the day," you said, before leaning over and to the mans disgust, you pecked Hanzo on the lips. "Thanks, baby."

Hanzo reached up, cupping your chin and swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. "Always," he said softly.

Blackwatch Genji

The person who started bullying you was one of the recruits

Sadly, it was someone you actually worked really well with, until he saw you changing in the mens room and saw your binder

Since then, it has been snarky comments, circulating whispers and some of the people who you did your workouts with stopped talking to you

It even turned to school based bullying- shoulder checks, getting tripped, your clothes getting stolen

This went on for a total of two weeks, because thats exactly how long your boyfriend was away on a mission

No one knew that you two were dating- Genji was cold to most, very distant, and was usually considered harsh. Plus, he was often in charge of the recruits work outs and training regimes, so it seemed like a bad idea to let people know the two of you were intimate

You had no idea that Genji was home that day, back at base. He'd decided to come and visit the recuits- he watched as McCree put you all through the works, not fully paying attention as he was looking at some cowboy magazine

Genji saw the moment you were tripped while doing the 20 km run- he saw exactly who did it and the way some of them snickered. Part of him wanted to come help you up, but he refrained

He asked McCree if he'd noticed any shift in behavior amongst the ranks, and to his surprise, McCree put down the magazine and looked much more serious

"I have. Some of the guys found out about y/n being trans and I guess it didn't sit well with them. Almost everyone at camp knows now, and he often sits alone. I tried talkin' to the brats, but they won't take me seriously and Reyes is still away," he grunts, rubbing his chin. Genji didn't often see him bothered like this.

The rage he felt was unexplainable.

You didn't see him, but you were able to get out of the locker room before the other guys were done with their routine. It was a bad day overall, and you needed to get to the mess hall to start dinner, as it was your turn tonight.

When the men were showering and changing, Genji slipped in and locked the door

The men were shocked- Genji had never entered the mens change room. He often referred to the idea being akin to changing with a herd of sloppy pigs.

The look in his eyes though- they'd only seen it on missions. It was bloodthirsty

"McCree tells me you all have an issue with y/n," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

One of the guys, the one who'd started the whole thing, had the audacity to laugh. "Y/n is actually a woman," he said. "Pretending to be a guy. Can you believe it? I can't believe they let her change in here with us. You wouldn't believe what its been like-"

Genji grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into a locker so hard the frame bent, and snatched the mans tongue. He started choking, and some of the guys backed further away, too scared to interfere.

Genji's reputation as to what happened to those who angered him was well known.

"You filthy bastard," Genji said, tilting his head, eyes glinting crimson. "It's like you want to die, don't you? I should cut out your tongue- it'd be easy," he said.

So quickly did the hand on the guys throat become his elbow pressing down on his airway, and something sharp pricked against the mans tongue, drawing blood.

"Should I? Cut out your tongue?"Genji asked, tilting his head.

There was silence, the recruit struggling to breathe. The minutes stretched, before finally Genji let go.

The man slid to the ground, gasping hard, a drip of blood on his chin.

When he looked at them all, Genji lifted his blade and slowly ran his finger down it. "The next time one of you touches him. Looks at him. So much as thinks about him like that again...I will kill you. I'll kill all of you and I won't hesitate...and no one will stop me," he said.

When he left, Genji went straight to you. He had no doubt everyone believed him.

When he found you, Genji embraced you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you," he had said low in your ear. "As you are."

Not knowing what he meant, you just hugged him tighter, sighing softly. "I love you too, Genji. Please don't leave again without me."

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Hahahagahahaha diegosaur being original? DIEGOSAUR IS NOT REQUESTING GYRO CONTENT????? NOO WAYY

Seriously though the LACK of Ermes wlw content here is making me so upset like smh the audacity.

So yes would u mind writing an Ermes fic bc my queen deserves better

As for prompt its been a while since ive read stone ocean but maybe comforting ermes after the limp bizkit thing that happened in prison and all the backstory with Gloria and just comforting ermes because i love her sm😭

WE LOVE ERMES IN THIS HOUSEHOLD

Comfort - Ermes

notes - man, i realized how fun it is to write for girls!! i never do it, but i am so glad i can provide for everyone!! this was so much fun to write and i just love this girl so much and she deserves this comforting fic!! i really hope you enjoy it as much as i do!! stay super hydrated <3

word count - 453

You walked by Ermes' cell during lunch and froze. She was sitting on her bed and... crying. You had never seen her cry like that before in your life. She always told you that she would be the strong one and the one to never shed a single tear, but here she was, bawling her eyes out.

"Ermes?" Your voice was soft and she looked up at you almost horrified.

She quickly wiped her tears and stood up from her bed. "Hey, y/n, what's up?"

You stepped inside since all of the cell doors were wide open for lunch. "Ermes, are you alright?" You set down your food and sat on Ermes' bed. She slumped down next to you and let a few more tears fall.

"I really did kill that son of a bitch." She said quietly. You couldn't tell if she was proud of herself or not.

You watched the whole thing and learned a lot about Ermes that day. She was strong and has been through a lot and you were proud that she was willing to go through with her revenge story and not feel an ounce bad for that asshole she had killed. But you could tell something inside of her was still hurting.

"I'm sorry about Gloria." You wanted to comfort Ermes, so your voice was soft and you rubbed her shoulder, your cold hand causing goosebumps to form on her warm arm.

"It was years ago." She sniffled, hugging her knees.

"That still doesn't make it okay. You must be going through a lot right now, huh?"

All she could do was nod at you. Her heart was shattered and everything from her past had come flooding back. You couldn't imagine what she was going through.

"If you need anything, Ermes, just let me know. I'm here for you."

"I just want you." Giant tears fell down her cheeks as you pulled her into your arms, just letting her cry and feel what she had been repressing all that time. She had finished what she had originally come to prison for and you were proud of her, but could see her brain was going a thousand miles an hour.

You held Ermes in that cell for as long as she needed. She needed you and you needed her, there was nothing that was going to change that.

"I love you, y/n." Ermes said.

You cupped her face in your hands and pressed a kiss onto her nose. "I love you, Ermes. And I'm so proud of you."

For the first time, Ermes smiled a genuine smile before pulling you forward and placing a kiss onto your lips.

You would do anything for this girl.

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theunexplainable · 1 year

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Kratos stared at the body that lay on the hospital bed, unmoving, if not for the respirator pumping air into the boy's lungs. Atreus was still, and pale, like a corpse in a casket, the thought terrified Kratos, so he pushed it away. He would not allow his son to die, if he did, he would have no one left. Kratos hated that thought, that he might outlive his son, his boy, who might never get to grow up if his condition worsened. The boy’s mother had died days ago, but the grief from her death had caused a sickfit that wrecked the boy, and left him fragile and frail. Even from the other side of the glass Kratos could hear the heart monitor’s slow beeping.

“Sir, you have one more hour before visiting hours are over, if you’d like, you can go in and say goodbye before you leave,” The nurse that was checking on Atreus had turned to him and was now gesturing to the door that led to Atreus’s room.

The broad man grunted in response, already moving away from the glass and heading to the door, pushing it open gently. His eyes and posture softened when he saw the extent of the machinery hooked up to Atreus. A heart monitor showed that his heart beat evenly, an IV sat in his wrist, and a respirator pumped clean oxygen throughout his system. The doctors said that if he remained in this weakened state for any longer, they would have to use a feeding tube, something that had had to be done multiple times before. Hospital trips had been all too frequent when the boy was younger, and although the trips became less frequent as he grew older, they still hit Atreus hard.

The few steps Kratos had to take to get to the boy's side seemed difficult to the veteran, like weights were tied to his ankles. Kratos had seen so much blood shed, so much violence, but the most terrifying thing he had witnessed was the loss of a loved one. He had already lost one family, he was not ready to lose another so quickly.

He grasped Atreus’s hand gently, holding it like the young boy could bruise as easily as glass could shatter. Emotions overwhelmed him as he sat down beside the hospital bed his child laid in, tears threatened to fall from his eyes, clouding his vision and fogging his mind with sadness.

A small voice breaks this trance, “father…?”

“Atreus, you are awake?” Kratos whispered back, unsure if he had heard correctly.

“Yea, I'm really tired though,” Atreus responded, cloudy blue eyes had focused on the area that his father was in, not quite awake because of the medicine and sickness coursing through him.

“That is alright boy, you may sleep,” Kratos reassured quietly, gazing fondly at his child who had closed his eyes and was drifting off.

“Good night then,” Atreus whispered back, voice getting quieter as sleep overcame him.

#drink lots of water #eat good food #and have a good day!#get some sleep #unexplained writing #god of war atreus #atreus #god of war kratos #kratos #god of war #angst

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crunchchute · 4 months

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need to know when exactly hw2 is taking place so that i can work it into my headcanons cause right now its just not fitting at all. a lot of "..unless?" but i wont know until i get the timeline (more under cut i guess. spoiler territory ahead 🚨🚨)

also i had 6 hours of copium for my sleeptime. if youre a hater just take this as if i was pulling this out of my ass, unless you agree, in which case youre welcome to comment or. nod in agreement.

so how does this help wanted economy affect the fazcoin?

but no for real now. to preface im very forgetful when it comes to fnaf lore and i sometimes miss some plot points and many times they affect my headcanons (once i remember them) but i cant check everything. im just forming my own little timeline with my own ideas i guess, but i still want it to be canon adjacent So!

i believed that its taking place post SB, pre Ruin. which i was super happy with as i was worried it would be pre-SB and not give enough lore that i crave. however, just as ive seen some people say, this didnt help with the lore much, and it just got more confusing for me. still a fantastic game but from a lore point it doesnt give us anything too big or a conclusion (well. maybe one) i also saw people say its post ruin, which i dont agree with but i would agree with during ruin. (when ppl say cassie is the player, i dont think so, need more arguments) its unclear once people bring in other arguments than the obvious roxy's mask or the state of the pizzaplex. but basically as an afton believer its hard for me to work around this, but i will try. never back down never what?

so my hc is iykyk, scraptrap->man in the room->ghost/amalgamation->latching onto tech and the mimic in the form of glitch and burntrap->mimic "shedding" him->wills ghost forming mxes; it also works without the frights books but the afton amalgamation and everything around it is too cool to not use. i fucking love ruinborn afton graaaaah *tears shirt apart* i also liked the idea of his spirit shattering and a piece of it forming glitchtrap for years, and i believe it can coexist with mimic, i think burntrap was real and is both mimic and afton.

now. this game. really messing it up for me as glitchtrap existing post or during burntrap just doesnt make sense, i dont want -trap multiples or something (sounds like the years old 2-3 purple guys theory lmao) but i will look into it as glitchtrap and mxes connection..? honestly, i really expected getting to see burntrap here (or at least mimic shown). was burntrap like retconned or something for real??? also still dont understand when people say burntrap isnt the mimic or whatever. no, it is, just with something a little extra on. and that extra is again, wills ghost or remnant or whatever you wanna call it, symbolized by the bonnie parts on his endo, but theres also flesh so yeah, as funny as it sounds i fuck with the afton homunculus growing over mimic theory. its stupid enough, he would do it.

but i wanna focus on mxes, i knew we wouldnt see the entity in the game, didnt expect it. but i also didnt expect the system to show up, which it did, but obviously not the entity yet as i believe they were formed only after burntrap has been "scooped" by tangle (comparing the scooper mimic ending and the burntrap one as a parallel) i just dont understand how glitchtrap is in here. thats the thing i cant figure out! this is 100% post SB so at that point glitchtrap is just gone. how did we get him back now? only ends up with me reaching with like MEGA SPOILERS the vanny ending crushing glitchtrap being a metaphor of her locking away or deleting the code. extreme reaching would be stuffing it into the mxes system where glitch would turn into the entity. but thats way too loose, but ive seen many people call the mxes entity glitchtrap, which doesnt even work with their theory that glitchtrap is mimic, because the entity is obviously not the mimic. like you have to consider this too, not just mimicmimicmimic but then agree that a glitchy rabbit is similar to another glitchy rabbit

lost my thread of thought. and thought of how this all is just, an end to glitchtrap era and only mimic in the future. well.. without an evil rabbit, fnaf will lose its charm for me, i dont know if vanny!cassie would save it for me, i only want wiwi. more wiwi, no mimi *starts glowing red and then explodes* anyway its not that bad. as long as i get to see the mxes entity again i will be good. and as long as im right about the clickteam game, i will be happy :D

also im intrigued by the fallfest showing up again, i really want to see how the maps look and look at all the details.. but in general the area is either underneath or next to the pizzaplex, the body of water in curse of dreadbear imo is the same as the underground water in ruin and hw2 to me confirmed that it truly is all in one place (goes nowhere with this). i love how the hw2 hub is in the pizzasim building. also, another thing, need to check it out again but i want to see if scrap baby is in a vr level or reality so i can theorize about scraptrap, as in, if at least tangle and scrap baby are still around and real in the plex, it would make sense for scraptrap to not show up because he has gone through digitization /j you know the whole pipeline. and so on and so forth

anyway im gonna pet my dogs and maybe read tse and then get back to hw2 in the afternoon. just getting this out of the system and my brain

#i love how when i write these thoughts my english just devolves into a 7yo writing an essay #but yeah. im like 7 and im writing about my favorite character :]#sorry i never have better words or think of better sentences i just translate my thoughts. bare minimum #crunching #gave up on writing more actually. would be longer but im facing reality 😔#i also accept counter arguments if youre civil #but id rather just stay in my daydream and think that bnuyy wiwi :]#thatse it #waffling about william 2 #<- will use this tag to find my rants later and laugh and lmao at them because i always get shit wrong in these #the one i did about the fnaf movie and my expectations for it was hilarious to look back at. what a naive little guy #wrote this in like an hour. maybe two. time well spent (lie)#long post

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bepp-ers · 2 years

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Hey uhh sorry to bother you again but can you do motherly MC again mmbut she dies?

Also love your work your an amazing writer!♥️

janskdndis ur gonna kill me!! oh and you're never a bother, i love seeing people in my asks no matter who they are. and thank you!! i appreciate it!! :)) the angst is incoming haha watch out. also sorry this took so long ive been trying to finish school and now im done!! yeahh!! aight enjoy babs thank you <3

motherly! mc, dearly departed from this world. warning: kinda fucking sad haha

sure, the demons, angels and solomon had all been alive for thousands of years.

they'd experienced sadness.

the fall, the death of lilith, day-to-day sadness, but nothing hit quite like this.

lucifer handles your death with the most honour.

he stands over your casket, stood tall, forlorn, fixing the rich wood with a crestfallen expression.

only when it's time to lower your casket into the ground does he finally break, crumble, sink to the ground and just sob.

there's nothing he can do but cry as his favourite human says goodbye one final time.

collecting himself, he'd lead the throwing of the flowers onto your casket and wouldn't dare take his eyes off of it until it was no longer visible.

it breaks him. he worked hard to achieve happiness again, after the fall, after lilith, and you gave that to him.

and now, you were gone.

the universe truly was cruel.

mammon would be beside himself. he might go a little mad. pretending that you're still with them, that you're still by his side.

but when he sees that casket, he knows it's all a lie.

for once he doesn't put a front up. he just sniffles and whimpers through the whole ceremony, the first to comfort lucifer when he crumbles.

life ain't worth living with MC, he tells himself, but for the sake of his brothers he carries on.

your possessions are the most valuable thing he owns. after your death, there's not a piece of grimm more valuable than something that had belonged to you.

he guards your memory more diligently than Cerberus guards the catacombs, and when the day comes that he joins you, he'll only hope you accept him with open arms.

levi never was good with the prospect of death.

lilith's death changed him, truly. and your death changed him again.

he didn't care for games much. he could scarcely recall anime titles. he even forgot to feed Henry 2.0 once.

he spends most of his days now at sea, with hell's navy. he devotes himself to militarism, trying to distract himself from remembering the way you used to make him get enough sleep, or encourage him to finish one more level.

at times, he can't forget.

he sits in his bathtub till the late hours of the morning, even though it's something you disliked. just crying, silent tears.

he tries to cope, but it's hard. death really does change people.

satan is consumed by his books.

he becomes scarily interested in necromancy and reanimation. he can't find anything, though, so he turns to reincarnation. looking through the record of every soul to enter heaven or hell, he wants to find you.

it's actually easier for him to accept your death than anyone else. he was probably the only one who remembered your mortality, and appreciated it.

just as he appreciated the way you cleared his desk for him, procuring cutesy bookmarks to save his page when he fell asleep with a tome.

during long, quiet nights, he sits down with a special book- an autobiography he had inked especially for you.

a few tears may be shed as he thinks back fondly, focusing on the good as opposed to dwelling on the bad.

he'll find your soul eventually, he knows he will. but for now, he's content to just remember you in peace.

it's what you would have wanted.

asmo becomes a hollow shell of what he once was. you were the life of his party, and now you were gone!

he's enraged mostly, how could you leave him?? after all you did together?! you'd just fucking leave him alone! was he too ugly? he could change! he'll change but please please please just come back, please!!

he doesn't care who sees. his cries are loud, ugly, salty tears and snot ruining his silken sheets as he wails.

breathing carefully, the way you taught him to, he finally calms down.

he'll do things the way you showed him- strip the bed, put the linen in the wash. wash your face, nothing too harsh and get a nice drink. paint your nails, wear a facemask, do something nice that you enjoy.

he can't be perfect when his other half is gone. sure, he's got solomon, but it's not the same. you were different. you were you.

beel ignores his sin. he's not hungry anymore. he doesn't want the food he's given, though his stomach growls, just the thought of eating food without you makes him want to throw up.

he feels as though he's failed- despite everyone reassuring him otherwise - he couldn't protect you.

what was he, if not a protector? nothing. he felt small.

he really lost himself, but eventually, under the guise of 'its what MC would have wanted you to do.' he gets his appetite back.

he finds solace in making your favourite foods, and leaving them at your grave. hopefully one day you can eat them together again. that'd be nice.

belphie, unlike beel, amplifies his sin. he turns to it, knowing that he can see you in his dreams.

it's rare for him to be anything other than comatose, only occasionally waking up to eat and wash. he knows you would have expected better from him, but he also hopes that you'd understand.

he needs this, just like he needs you. sometimes he wonders if he should join you, but he knows that that's not the correct answer.

so for now, he'll sleep, and cry happy tears as he sees you on the astral plane, and cry sad tears as he awakes and feels the empty bed beside him.

#obey me #<3 #bepp-ers #obey me! shall we date?#omswd #om!swd?#obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me angst #im sorry haha the angst was just too good woopsies

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mccdreamys-writes · 12 days

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smiles for miles – 5. who's to blame?

and i wanna cry, i wanna learn to love, but all my tears have been used up on another love. - Tom Odell, Another Love

S E P T E M B E R 1 6 T H 2 0 1 1

In the midst of the chaos and disorientation that had consumed me for what felt like an eternity, a moment of clarity descended upon me yesterday, like a sudden burst of sunlight piercing through stormy clouds. It was as if I had stumbled upon a hidden path in the dense fog of confusion, offering both solace and unease in equal measure. And there it was before me, emerging from the haze of uncertainty—the familiar sight of my father's old shed.

This was no ordinary building; it was a place steeped in the echoes of past pain and suffering. The walls bore witness to the agony I endured, etched with the scars of my father's wrath. Taking in the rundown interior, my heart sank. The shed, once filled with light, was now cloaked in darkness. Its windows, once clear, were now obscured by dirt and neglect. And in the empty space, there sat one solitary chair, a haunting reminder of the horrors that unfolded here. Some things just never change.

Back when I was young, before we moved to Alabama, this shed was a house of horrors. It bore witness to my father's violent temper, his fists leaving bruises and scars. It became my prison, where I felt trapped and powerless, unable to escape the torment.

But even in my darkest moments, there was a glimmer of hope—a girl named Alex.

I still vividly recall the day she stumbled upon me right here in this shed, witnessing the horror that unfolded within these walls. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of me—battered, bruised, and silently pleading for help.

After that day, I made her promise, swearing her to secrecy with a solemn vow. She pledged never to set foot in this cursed place again unless absolutely necessary, driven by love and desperation.

In the dim light trickling through the dusty windows, I couldn't shake a growing sense of unease. Did Alex receive my desperate messages hidden in my poems? Or did my words vanish into the silence between us?

With each moment passing, the shadows deepened, casting eerie shapes on the worn floorboards. The echoes of my unanswered pleas bounced off the walls, mixing with the thick air of uncertainty filling the space.

In the depths of my mind, her face still lingers—the worry etched on her features from that day long ago. But now, without her comforting presence, doubts gnaw at me.

I couldn't shake the nagging doubt: did she uncover the hidden messages woven into my poetry? Or did my heart's secrets remain locked away, buried beneath layers of metaphor and symbolism?

The chair, once a haven, now bears the weight of endless hours of agony. It sits there underneath me, weathered and worn, a silent witness to the torment that unfolded in this dimly lit shed.

But it's not just the chair that holds memories; it's the shed itself. Its walls echo with the shadows of forgotten moments. The air carries whispers of my troubled past, each creak and groan of the wooden beams a haunting reminder of what once was.

And there was always that ache for Alex, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness closing in around me. My heart yearned for her, a silent plea echoing inside me with each passing moment.

Yet, as I looked within, I couldn't ignore the toll my imprisonment had taken on my body. A persistent throb pulsed in my head, a painful souvenir of the violence I endured. Bruises adorned my hands, souvenirs of countless struggles, while my legs protested with each movement.

Then there was the IV, a constant reminder of my captivity. With each drop of blood drawn, it felt like a piece of my soul drained away, a silent offering to my captors' unquenchable thirst.

The room had once again plunged into darkness, like it had done yesterday, leaving me completely blind. Not even a tiny spark of light could break through the thick blackness, leaving me to grope around in the darkness.

In the midst of this engulfing blackness, a groan echoed through the still air, sending shivers down my spine. It felt like it came from the very depths of the room, filling me with a sense of dread.

With a shaky voice, I called out into the darkness, hoping for a response. "Hello?" I said, but my words seemed to vanish into thin air, swallowed by the darkness.

There was no reply, only silence weighing down on me like a heavy blanket. With no sight or sound to guide me, I felt lost, my senses straining to make sense of the eerie darkness.

"I could use some light in here!" I joked, hoping to break the tense atmosphere that enveloped me like a suffocating fog.

To my surprise, the room suddenly flooded with brightness, making me squint until my eyes adjusted. As the glare faded, I saw another person tied up like me, sitting nearby.

Silhouetted against the glare, he appeared unscathed unlike myself, devoid of the telltale signs of bruising and injury, and he didn't have an IV drip like I did.

Struggling against my restraints, I turned to him. "Hey," I said softly, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. "Who... who are you?"

He shifted uncomfortably, his discomfort palpable in the air. "I'm James," he responded, his voice rough from resisting his captivity..

Nodding in acknowledgment, I attempted to maintain a semblance of friendliness despite the underlying unease that permeated the space between us. "Pleasure to meet you, James," I offered, though my mind was buzzing with questions. "What brings you to this place?"

As I spoke, I couldn't shake the feeling of confusion. Why was he here? I knew why I was tied up, but his presence added a whole new layer of mystery to our situation.

As James wrestled against his bonds, his voice quivered with uncertainty and panic. "I-I don't know..." he stuttered, his speech muddled from whatever drugs they'd given him. His eyes darted around the dim room, seeking answers that seemed to slip through his grasp. "Why am I here? Let me out!"

I observed quietly as he voiced his frustration, his cries bouncing off the walls of our confined space. When his vigor dwindled and his protests turned into resigned sighs, I offered him a grim reality. "Sorry, buddy," I began, my voice filled with sympathy. "Nobody's around to hear you. We're all alone out here."

James slumped back into his seat, his defeated demeanor speaking volumes about the grim hopelessness of our situation. Seeking connection in our shared plight, he turned to me. "How long have you been here?" he asked, curiosity laced in his voice.

I paused, grappling with the passage of time in this bleak existence. "Conscious? About three days or so," I confessed, the days blending together in a haze of confusion. "But probably longer, considering the times I've been knocked out. Hard to say."

His next question caught me off guard, forcing me to confront my own identity in this dark reality. "What's your name?" James whispered, his voice barely audible in the gloom.

Just as I was about to share my name with James, the sudden plunge into darkness silenced my words in mid-sentence. Surprised, I raised my voice in protest, "Hey, it's rude to interrupt an ongoing conversation!"

In the enveloping blackness, I could barely make out the faint sound of footsteps drawing near, followed by the clatter of objects being set on the table nearby. The anticipation of what was coming mixed with the tension in the air, adding a heavy weight to the atmosphere. Then, just as suddenly as it had vanished, the light flooded back into the room, revealing our confined surroundings once more.

A distorted voice echoed through the shed, its orders resounding in our ears. "Start writing," it commanded, its tone cold and unyielding.

Frustration and defiance surged within me as I retorted, "Again?! You know, you can't force the delicate process of art creation!" The words spilled out with a mix of annoyance and resistance, a refusal to yield to our captor's demands.

James, visibly shaken by our plight, added his own plea, "Please, let us go! Why are we even here?"

But there was no response, only the heavy silence of our captivity, broken intermittently by distant sounds of movement and machinery.

"What do they want you to write?" James asked, his voice tinged with apprehension, his eyes darting nervously between the blank sheets of paper and the solitary pen on the table.

Meeting his gaze, I noticed the uncertainty reflected in his eyes, a mirror to my own unease. The table before us, usually a mundane object, now held an air of ominous significance, as if the very act of writing would seal our fate. "A poem," I responded, the weight of our predicament heavy in my tone.

"A poem?" James echoed, disbelief evident in his voice, his brows furrowing with confusion.

"Yes, a poem," I confirmed, my voice steady despite the tumult of thoughts racing through my mind. It was a simple request, yet in the context of our confinement, it carried an inexplicable weight, as if our captor sought to extract something deeper from us than mere words.

The silence lingered between us, broken only by the soft rustle of paper as I reached for the pen with my freed hand. Its cool metal felt strangely comforting against my skin, a small anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

"Why a poem, though?" James questioned, his curiosity piqued, his eyes searching for answers in the depths of mine.

I sighed, feeling the burden of our situation pressing down upon me. "Because that's what I do," I replied wearily, my voice tinged with resignation. "I'm a poet. And it seems our captor has tasked me with the responsibility of composing verses for my friend."

James leaned in, his eyes alight with curiosity as he fixed his gaze on me. "I'm a big fan of poetry," he confessed earnestly. "What kind of poems have you written? Anything out there for us to read?"

A nostalgic smile graced my lips as I delved into the memories of my past literary endeavors. "I penned 'The Tales of The Night Sky'," I revealed, a sense of pride creeping into my voice despite the grim situation we found ourselves in.

Recognition flickered across James' features, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wait... You're Mai C. Lee?" he blurted out, his disbelief evident in his tone.

I nodded, confirming his realization with a solemn affirmation. "That's right, Maile at your service," I confirmed.

James couldn't contain his excitement, his voice filled with admiration and wonder. "Wow, that's incredible!" he exclaimed, his astonishment palpable. "I can't believe I'm-"

I raised a hand, interrupting his enthusiastic outburst. "Hold on there, no need to go all fanboy on me," I teased gently, a faint smile quirking at the corner of my mouth. "You need to conserve your energy, sir, and so do I."

His excitement dampened by my reminder, James took a breath and composed himself. "Apologies, I got carried away," he admitted sheepishly.

I offered him an understanding nod. "No worries," I reassured him, empathizing with the whirlwind of emotions he must have been experiencing upon learning my identity.

His interest was instantly sparked, evident in the way his eyes widened with genuine curiosity. "So, who exactly are these poems for?" he inquired, trying to lean in even closer, as if eager to unravel the mystery behind my words.

I let out a deep, contemplative sigh, allowing the weight of my memories to settle over me like a heavy cloak. "Back in Kansas City, there was this friend," I began, my voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "We were like two peas in a pod, inseparable. But life happened, pulling us in different directions. Still, her presence lingers within me, and I can't help but feel like she's a part of who I am. So, these poems, they're for her."

As I spoke, James's expression softened, absorbing the depth of my words. "Isn't it funny how life twists and turns?" he mused, a wistful smile playing at his lips. "My ex-wife, she had a story quite like that. Born and raised here in Kansas City."

A somber shadow fell over the conversation as the realization dawned on me. It was clear now why James was here, sharing this confined space with me. "Let me guess," I ventured, a sense of understanding coloring my tone. "Her name was Alex."

James's demeanor shifted, his features reflecting a mix of resignation and sorrow. "Yes... My Alex," he confirmed, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Or the Alex that used to be my Alex, but never really was my Alex, because she'd always been your Alex, even when she was with me."

I clutched the pen tightly in my hand, finding solace in its familiar weight amidst the uncertainty that enveloped us. With each stroke of the pen against the paper, the room echoed with the rhythmic sound, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that surrounded us.

James's voice shattered the quiet, his tone laced with curiosity. "What's that you're doing?" he inquired, peering over at the paper with interest.

"I'm writing a poem," I responded, my voice soft but resolute, determined to find some semblance of control in our unsettling situation.

His next question caught me off guard, like a sudden jolt of electricity. "Is this all because of Alex?" he ventured, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

The pen in my hand felt heavier, my grip tightening involuntarily. "If you even think of blaming her," I retorted, my voice a low growl, "I might just start training to use this pen as a lethal weapon."

I paused, taking a moment to collect myself before continuing. "The only one responsible is the person who brought us here, probably hoping Alex would show up. So, excuse me while I send her a warning not to come." With that, I redirected my focus to the paper, letting my emotions spill onto the page as I penned the verses of the poem.

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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i have been playing genshin since december of 2020.

i have waited two and a half years for ganyu. i have grinded. i have slaved myself away at my computer for hours. i had level 90 amos bow waiting for her. a full wanderers set. enough qinxins and whopperflower nectar to last twenty lifetimes. 6 million mora. 400+ heros wits. talent books. cryo shards. i have wanted her since release and never have i ever gotten 1. her on any of her banners 2. a chance to get her (as i stopped playing coincidentally before her last rerun)

i did it. i won the 50/50. i stayed awake for 8 hours too late just to watch the clock tick from nahida and nilous banners. i counted down the seconds. i hadn't wished in so long, i was shaking and so so nervous while wishing for her.

and shes here. shes back with her family. ive had zhongli, hu tao, and xiao waiting for her to join. she can finally be reuniitef with her father and siblings. one day i will get her girlfriend, keqing, so ganyu can live happily ever after.

i immediately maxed her out to level 90. i immediately crowned her primary attack. (i was gonna crown her other talents but i ran out of her talent books. i have everything else though) i completely ripped away ambers entire build for ganyu. i have waited so so so long. i was so prepared for ganyu, i immediately maxed her level to 90 while my mona who i got the day i started playing genshin impact is still at level 80(and NOT ascended) because i dont want to waste my fucking resin on oceanid. but now i have ganyu to torture those stupid fucking birds that always snipe me. razor can only do so fucking much with his 6 second cd skill that only has a chance to electrocute the birds. but ganyu has swept me off my feet and come to save the day. i love ganyu. i've been neglecting all of my characters to save up and grind for ganyu. i have like 6 characters at level 1 that i havent touched. i have been ignoring tighnari, only pulling him out for those stupid dendro monuments because it makes me feel cool to use a 5 star instead of collei.

i kid you not i cried when i got ganyu. i cried. i shed tears. wishing is so stressful seeing that yellow star and praying to all of the gods that you'll win your 50/50. and it happened. i have never been so satisfied with ny work.

and now because i can't find a purpose to keep going if i'm not grinding for some character on a video game, i am going to start my journey for the next raiden shogun banner. i don't care how badly i want scaramouche. i don't care how badly i want itto. i will dedicate my life to farming for ei because i find immense joy in organzing and grindinng and preparinf thi gs. anyways im super happy. thx if you read this all

#genshin impact #virgincore #pineappleciders

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hoonvrs · 9 months

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We fr like this babes🤞

I CANNOT live a day with the worry of an argument it stresses me out so much

Alr not to vent but ive seen most ppl have this friend that they just cant say no to. Like its IMPOSSIBLE.

I have a friend like that, shes legit my closest friend. I have this trauma from like 3 years ago, she randomly just some day went "i dont wanna be friends with you anymore, r***a gives you too much attention." The girl i just metioned, my closest friend and i are a trio (theyre literally my closest friends). Back on topic HOW TF IS IT MY FAULT SHE GIVES ME TOO MUCH ATTENTION. But i was too distracted by the fact she didnt wanna be friends anymore that I didnt even realize how logicless it was. We had been friends for about 4 years back then (7 now) and i was DEVASTATED. No thats an understatement.

I was so sad that I went to my mum and cried to her for an hour straight.

After that she lowkey became controlling. Whenever i did something she didnt like, shed block me unannounced and wouldnt even tell me what pissed her off. Her anger issues are off the boundaries till today. She gets mad at the littlest of things. When i dont do something she wants she goes on to persuade me by telling me shed tell a certain someone my secrets or block me everywhere etc.

But till this day i cant unfriend her because first of all, im too scared to. Shed get all annoyed and talk behind my back shit. Secondly, forget the first one I just CANT. Whenever i wanna think of unfriending her i just get reminded of all the fun times we had all these years and end up with tears.

Besides all that, youd be surprised to believe she has been one of my best friends ever. Nobody would believe me. But in reality i love her too much to let go if

(IM SO SORRY FOR THE RANT I WAS FEELIN A LIL EMOSH TODAY 😭😭😭)

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DW ABOUT THE RANT BAE IDM

i can’t relate in the sense that my bsfs and me are a trio too but honestly ur friend sounds so toxic

i get you guys have had good times that makes u hesitate but if she’s able to get prissy and block you over her own problems and insecurities it’s really not worth it bae. no one who loves you would put you in a position where you question theyre friendship and contemplate unfriending them

and if she chats shit let her😭 people are gonna talk behind ur back regardless and i don’t wanna be the instigator here but do u really think she’s quiet whenever she gets upset or jealous and blocks you? i just think the cons outfight the pros cause no amount of good times can cover the fact that she’s genuinely stressed you out over ur friendship js cause she doesn’t wanna grow up

PEOPLE WHO CAN TAKE NO ARE THE WORRSSTTT the amount of arguments and growth i’ve had to go through with my friends rn over the last 8 years i’ve known them is crazy🫠 but sometime people need to be confronted and if ANYBODYY can’t take criticism from their best friend trust me they’ll nvr change🫥

BUT you never know, idk how old you are but friend groups and bsfs either grown into each other or out of it, it’s just life and part of it. js trust that you will grow and learn from it just try and protect ur peace

anyways i hope i don’t come off aggressive or sumn😭 im an argumentative bitch who will start an argument with anyone so ik not everyone is like me but hopefully it all ends well for u bae🫂 u deserve better

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