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evilbastardgf · 1 day

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a lovely night / jax ! [request]

IN WHICH your plans to have a peaceful night of stargazing are interrupted by a mean-spirited rabbit you're not the biggest fan of.

⤷ no usage of y/n, established relationships, fem!porcelain doll!reader, jax being jax, fluff maybe, unrequited "hate"

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The “night” feels late in the circus, it’s your favorite time of the “month” when Caine paints the sky something that isn’t a huge eyesore that leaves your scleras dry and burning.

Instead, it’s a beautiful blanket of deep blue splattered with twinkling stars and a smiling crescent moon humming whatever random tune comes to its head. Mostly jazz, sometimes an odd electro-pop song is tossed into the air of the cold night. But you never do complain, you lie on the colorful checkered ground far from the rooms and any disruptions with your porcelain arms spread and legs the same on the stiff ground just a bit too cold. Especially with the obnoxiously frilly and girly dress that spreads and poofs out at the waist. The gentle pull of trumpets melting with the tickling of ivories soothes you enough though. You don’t think too much of your circumstance, of this colorful Hell, of your tense limbs, your delicate “flesh” – it’s another quiet starry night and you’re at peace.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your room, dollface?”

There goes the peace.

Slowly, your eyes peel open and a sneer drags at your nose while you push yourself up from where you lie along the ground like a starfish. Porcelain scrapes and you cringe slightly with the sound the texture makes with the polished floors. You turn your head nearly all the way to see the source of most of your headaches in the form of a rabbit. Jax, standing with that permanent yellow smile and mischievous dark eyes surrounded by nearly the same yellow trained on you with one brow quirked and one lowered. Yellow gloved hands are tucked into pale pink overalls, he stands as tall and lanky as always with long pale purple ears at attention.

“What are you doing here?”,you ask with little to hide your immediate annoyance and disdain. “You don’t come out during these hours.”,you state matter-of-factly while slowly pushing yourself up to your porcelain ballet flats permanently stuck to your feet. And you’re right, you’ve seen a few of the other circus members out here and they’ve joined you in stargazing – mostly Kaufmo or Kinger – but never Jax. It feels as if something personal’s just been discovered and ruined, your hands falling down to your sides and away from your sides to avoid scraping your skin against your skin. The sound is too grating.

Jax’s brows raise, his grin becomes lazier and he tilts his head. “Stalking me, mm?”,he asks with that teasing tone dragging at his boyishly devious voice. You give him an unimpressed, pointed look and he sighs out with a rolling of his eyes before those dark eyes cast up to the sky. The smiling crescent moon begins to hum a new tune. “Gangle told me about this little monthly occurrence…must be what’s keeping Kaufmo sane.”,mutters Jax while approaching you slowly before he smiles that devilish smile and shrugs,”As sane as that clown can be.” You swear at Gangle for a moment before you step away from Jax, porcelain ballet shoes clinking against the polished floor.

“And you’ve come to ruin it for me? Comment about the moon, try to crack my porcelain again?” Each word leaves your lips more and more bitter, like salt being poured into an open wound.

Chuckling in amusement, doing little to hide his humor and joy in your words and attitude – he shrugs with an innocent roll of his eyes. “I told you, dollface, the ball slipped outta my hand!”,he defends himself again and you have little time to react when he reaches you and flicks at your cheek. A satisfying clink fills the air you swat at with a deep, harsh scowl aimed at the rabbit. “And Caine fixed you up nice enough, didn’t he?”

Scowling at Jax, you huff out a deep exhale and shake your head. “Do you really have to ruin everything good?”,you snap in annoyance, hands balling up only to relax at the uncomfortable feeling they bring with porcelain scraping porcelain. Jax grins wider, seemingly amused and overjoyed as always to be pulling some sort of reaction out of you. Shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you walk away from him on the point of the shoes you’ve no say in. “Way to ruin a lovely night.”,you grumble with clicking steps and a brushing of the ribbons forever embedded through your hair. But you pause despite his snickering when you hear the soft tickling of ivories.

You turn towards the crescent moon and tilt your head as a startling sense of deja vú washes through you. It feels different than recollection to the fact that you know the song sang by the moon before in the prior “months”. It’s a feeling that makes your porcelain warmer and your expression softer. With a gentle tilt of your head, you look to Jax who seems to be staring at you curiously. His smile seemingly forever present on his round face isn’t there, he’s staring with something akin to curiosity in his eyes. Normally you’d dance with whoever’s come to join you. But tonight it’s none other than Jax. So maybe it’d be best you leave, your lovely night’s been ruined.

But Jax does the unthinkable.

When he steps closer to you, you presume he’s going to flick at your ribbons or the pearl necklace permanently on your neck as he seems to favor doing. But he doesn’t. Instead, he seems to be overcome with an expression of sheepish embarrassment and annoyance as his hand extends out to you. Immediately, you lean back and raise a brow with a small frown. Suspicions and confusions painting you while the moon hums your favorite tune in the circus. “I lost a bet with Ragatha.”,is what Jax offers as explanation. And he doesn’t give you the luxury to absorb his words or even piece them together before his gloved hands suddenly take you close to him. Your eyes widen to the size of two full moons.

Jax’s hand holds yours, the other takes the upper portion of your waist. Realization dawns to a conversation you’d overheard between the two and a laugh immediately bursts from your lips. “She’s making you dance with me?”,you ask with a grin as your hand rests on his slightly fuzzy shoulder of that purple fur color that covers all of him the eye can see. Jax’s teeth tighten and his eyes flicker away from you with your obvious poking. You tilt your head and decide this is two birds, one stone. You get to torment the bastard and find relief in your limbs with dancing. “Do you even know how to dance?”,you ask.

The rabbit meets your eyes, his glare feels deadly. “What do you think, #%^¥@$$?” And you smile a bit wider in pure satisfaction. “I’m confined to one song.”,he admits. You nod a bit tightly and you look down as you begin to move far more gracefully than him. His dark eyes are trained down onto his feet that he seems to possess two lefts of. Your snickering and amusement is warm and practically aflame while he horrifically tries to follow your slow and poised movements the epitome of grace and elegance. It’s when he huffs out in frustration and seems to stiffen up, seemingly fighting himself to not pull away you decide to grant him some mercy with a roll of your eyes and a snort.

“Jeez you’re such a baby…”,you mutter before you stop and you meet his glare. “Follow my steps, when I go back, you come forward, anything I do – you do the opposite.”,you instruct him with a soft frown. Annoyed and irritated that he’s ruined your fun by throwing a bratty tantrum over losing a bet you’ll thank Ragatha for later on. Jax seems to hesitate before he takes your advice, his eyes flickering down with yours. And surprisingly enough, he listens. “You’d think such a jack@$$ would be able to dance the simplest dance ever…”,you taunt him with a mocking smile while you lift your gaze.

“Aren’t you meant to be a doll?”,Jax snorts but his grin has returned a signature on his face,”Shut it before I kick in your ankle.” You make a quick step at his threat and he nearly stumbles forward to hit the ground. He inhales sharply and you find full satisfaction in the expression that sweeps his face when he realizes your hand in his was what prevented him from falling face first into the floor. Jax lets out a loud laugh and you pull him up with a hum of satisfaction while you move a bit more jovially to the quickening of the piano and backing instruments from the smiling moon.

“You know rabbits are meant to be docile and cute. Not huge, obnoxious – well, you.”,you snort pointedly. But your eyes widen when he suddenly twirls you by your wrist to catch you back in his grasp. You blink softly in surprise, meeting his eyes and not quite catching his words until a few seconds after. Swallowing and clearing your throat, you shake your head. “Well I’m not saying you’re anybody’s pet, I believe you’d be returned swiftly if that were the case. Maybe smothered with a pillow…or turned into stew.” Jax grins a bit wider and you roll your eyes at his annoying tendency to not let anything get beneath his skin like he so easily gets beneath everyone else’s.

When the music slows as he seems to inhale to speak, you look up at the smiling moon and you hum while you pull away from Jax. There’s a momentary resistance you figure is just your imagination before Jax releases you. Clearing his throat, the rabbit shakes his head and limbs while stepping back twice. “Well at least you’re not a $#!~ dancer like Kinger.”,he remarks with a knit of his brows. And you tilt your head curiously, a bit puzzled and he rolls his eyes with a wave of his gloved hand. “An adventure courtesy of Caine – don’t ask.” Deciding to be merciful yet again, you nod and don’t ask.

Your attention shifts when the darkness glowing white with the starry sky flickers instantly and the music stops. Wincing at the bright mock sunrise of a fake sky, you screw your eyes shut and scowl a bit at the sky. Disappointment sags at your shoulders and you turn to look at Jax who’s already staring at you. “Well – you weren’t entirely horrible company for once. You should lose more bets.” Jax blinks and you nod at him gently, walking past him with a pat of his shoulder. You take a few steps with a smile of amusement before Jax suddenly speaks.

“I didn’t lose a bet.” Jax’s confession takes two more steps to register in your head. You turn around on the ballet points, clicking against the floor, and you look at him in confusion. Jax crosses his arms over his chest, his brows knitting together and those clenched yellow teeth turning down into a frown where his parted lips lie. “I didn’t lose a bet with Ragatha, Kinger told me about your monthly visits here and I–” For once in your unknown amount of time here Jax seems to be struggling to speak. Usually so smooth and so suave, so clever and witty – he’s almost like a child trying to explain their reasoning behind doing something bad. And like one, he huffs in irritation. “Thanks for hogging the lovely night to yourself all this time, dollface.”

And he brushes past you with balled up gloves. You wince a bit when he knocks into your shoulder, rubbing at the porcelain. Confused and annoyed, you turn around and glare at the back of Jax’s head. His ears are pinning, you tilt your head while circulating his words in your head like some sort of ‘Jackass Translator’. When he disappears around a colorful pillar, you wet your lips and blink softly. What was that about? You’re unsure but you’re more so slowly easing your focus into the slight heaviness in your stomach. The odd fluttering in your chest.

Shrugging it away, you figure it might be best to go to bed before Caine is aware of your consciousness. Lest he try to rope you into a one-person task again. Jax is rude, pushy, and annoying, maybe it’s simply him being himself again.

#tadc jax #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc x reader #jax x reader #jax x you #jax x y/n #tadc jax x reader

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seek--rest · 20 hours

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i wanna know your interpretation of tashi saying “what else could i want” to patrick when he asked her if him losing to art is really what she wanted, in the car after having sex and cuddling with him 🥸

I took it fairly straightforward: Patrick was trying to see if she had any feelings for him and/or if that was the “real”/another reason she sought him out.

Tashi’s cheated on Art twice, and each time, with Patrick. I know the fandom has mostly taken that to mean that she never loved Art, only loves him for tennis, loves Patrick etc but I simply don’t believe that from what we’ve seen. I firmly believe fucking Patrick in Atlanta was spurned on from seeing that racist bitch Mueller make it to Wimbledon with “no competition” when that should’ve been here, completely unrelated to any feelings or lack thereof she has about Art. Again, anyone who argues differently makes me question if they’ve ever hooked up with someone they shouldn’t have because they feel bad lmao.

Tashi fucking Patrick before the match, to me from her perspective, is straightforward. She’s attracted to Patrick. She wants Art to win. She literally said “if that’s what it takes” when Patrick asked why she’s fucking him. I don’t think Tashi was consciously thinking she’s pimping herself out for Art— that would be a gross misunderstanding of the sentiment— but I don’t think it was forgotten love, attention or anything related to Patrick because of the way she gave an “ultimatum” to Art if he won, only to plead with Patrick to lose.

I think Patrick however might assume, as much as the fandom does, that she still holds a torch for him. That she likes him/loves him, more than Art and/or doesn’t love Art at all except for the tennis she’s “molded” for him. For Patrick to ask if that’s what she really wants, I can easily imagine him wanting to know if she has feelings for him and if she does/doesn’t, to just be honest about whatever it is that she’s feeling (in his mind).

To Tashi’s credit, I don’t think she even knew or if she did— it’s multiple things at once. I will stand ten toes down that she loves Art. Full stop. But she also likes Patrick. She’s also frustrated with Art. She wants the career she should’ve had. She’s built something else in its stead. I reject the notion that it has to be one way or the other because she’s too complex for that.

#seek speaks #challengers #challengers spoilers #challengers movie #tashi duncan #tashi donaldson #art donaldson #patrick zweig #something I’ve noticed in the way people analyze things; it’s easy to see from what pov they’re arguing #what’s disappointing to /me/ is how few people argue or discuss Tashi’s actions or internal world from /Tashi’s/ pov #it’s almost always filtered through how it effects Patrick or Art #I think she deserves better than that than to be boiled down to a flat interpretation for the lens of some white guy

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pigeonpeach · 15 hours

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Love behind the Spotlight

Aka Robin x fmab reader

SPOILERS BTW

Warnings: death, spoilers, suicidal thoughts, lil smut, reader is called girlfriend sometimes, not proofread

“Sorry I’m late! The paparazzi out there are ruthless!” You quickly pushed your back to the door and locked it just incase. You visibly relaxed upon hearing the familiar click.

“Its okay love, you’re one time actually, they have to fix the set so we have some time.” Robin said, getting up from her chair to give you a quick peck. This woman was a goddess in your eyes, how else could you explain how easily you relaxed in her company, how all the troubles of the world faded into nothing when her wings cupped your face while you kissed. A bottle of soulglad could never compare to a kiss from Robin to you. Dreamscape or not, Robin is what truly made your life magical. You could tell she was a little tense, she seemed worried.

“Is something the matter? Was someone rude?” You rolled up your sleeves but she placed her hand on your arm.

“No…its just those articles.. they say I’ve gained weight..” Robin’s smile faded.

“Gained? If anything you should! You’re quite literally light as a feather! Those journalists have their heads up their ass and gossip on the brain 24/7. You could get a actual trashcan to write a better article than most of them. They only want more attention, and you just happened to be the prettiest and most perfect punching bag for them to take it out on.” You gently petted her wings, not wanting to mess up her hair. She reminded you of your pet bird in the way her eyes would close a little whenever you tended to her like this.

“I know its just exhausting to constantly be a target. At least I have you… I hope that we can go public someday..” she looked at you with smile, that radiant curve that rewired your brain like a addiction.

“Someday, I’m going to kiss you right infront of those annoying fans who try to ask you out. And I’ll flip them off. I’ll give those journalists something to write about.” You smiled. She did as well..

“This.. this is your choice in partner?” Sunday didn’t seemed pleased. Robin seemed agitated at that.

“What do you mean by that? They’re nothing but loyal and honest to me!” She was on edge and he could sense that.

“I just simply thought you could do better. Even if you are into… well.. girls, there’s far better options for a celebrity like yourself. Not that I doubt you love them, if you’re relationship with them ever got out then it would be nothing but controversy. People would accuse you of taking advantage of them, lying to your fans, all sorts of things.” He sighed. “It’s just a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Well.. I’d rather have them by my side for that then. They make me feel more confident and assured. I feel safe in their presence. I already get unnecessarily criticized and wrapped into controversies regardless of what I do, At least this way I do so happily.” She huffed.

“I can see they’ve been a influence on you, although I can’t say its that bad.. just be careful. We’ll try to ease the public into it. Probably starting with the notion, then more public appearances, song’s mentioning the situation and then finally the announcement. How long have you two been dating?”

“A year actually.”

“YOU didn’t TELL ME!”

“I should leave soon, otherwise the media will be wondering why I’m sleeping over.” You sighed, starting to lace up your attire, your back turned to her, you knew if you just saw the top of her collarbone right now you would never be able to leave this room, but then the media would speculate. There was already rumors, you had seen it online of people joking Robin was into you even from your friendly interactions. If you didn’t leave soon then it would only add fuel to the fire. But you didn’t want to. Her bed was comfy, the sheets were silken and soft and the mattress cupped your body so lovingly, that’s not even mentioning the cuddle expert Robin is. How her gentle voice is better than the sleeping pills you have to take if you wish to get any sleep, how her soft hands hold you like otters drifting in the sea, and when you watch her wings twitch in her sleep. Her hand traced your back, like a hypnosis you had ceased movement, but Robin would never need to use the harmony on you, if she wanted something she could ask and you would comply easily.

“Please?” That’s all it took for your resolve to crumble. You could never say no to that face or that voice. You discarded your pants that hadn’t even been zipped yet, kicking them off to some corner in the dark.

“Who am I to refuse?” You smiled playfully as you rejoined her under the sheets. Her hands quickly yanked you into her embrace. She pecked your face with kisses, like a bird preening its lover, her hands smoothed the messy bedhair you now had.

“I love you.. I love you so much..” she whispered inbetween kisses. You could tell from her voice and demeanor then that you wouldn’t sleep that night.

Your hand found its way to her back, tracing the shoulder blades while she dotted your face with whatever was left of her lipstick. You would go through a whole packet of makeup wipes tomorrow but it’d be worth it. You wouldn’t leave this bed if your life depended on it. It would be nice to die in her arms afterall, you would die happy if you went out while she was eating you out. Her kisses trailed down and down until she was at your chest, without hesitation she swirled her tongue on your breasts like she knew you liked it. You gasped as you held your hand to your mouth.

“Robin? Robin?” A voice sounded from the door as you both froze. By instinct you dove under the sheets as she hurriedly put her night gown back on, meanwhile you covered yourself in her pillows and plushies to further hide your form.

“Sorry sorry.” She said as she placed one final pillow over you then opened the door. “What is it?”

“Your performance was cancelled due to a technical issue at the venue. Apparently some of the tech there broke overnight and they don’t have hopes itll be repaired in time. So you can sleep in tonight.” Sunday said.

“Oh that’s great!”

“Also has your assistant gone home? I didn’t see them take one of the guest rooms.” He asked. She paused before smiling a bit.

“Actually.. they’re spending the night..” she said quietly to him. He looked at her skeptically, but ultimately he just sighed.

“Just be quiet.” He left afterwards. You heard the door close and lock as Robin quickly pounced onto the bed, digging you out of your makeshift burial with a eager expression. “You won’t mind being quiet tonight right?”

“You’ll have to gag me.”

“Where’s Robin?” You approached Sunday confused, you had a week off work so you had been having some time to yourself, enjoying the festivities and atmosphere of the dreamscape. Sunday seemed different, usually he was more relaxed in a situation like this, where he’s simply standing around at the balcony, overlooking Peacony’s scenery like he is its god.

“She’s… a little busy at the moment. Your vacation has been extended. Enjoy your time off.” He said. You immediately didn’t buy it.

“Bull shit where the fuck is she?” You said, your heart starting to race. For once Sunday looked uncertain, panicked even. It was not pleasing or assuring to see, you felt dread building in your stomach. “What happened… why aren’t you saying anything…”

“Robin… is fine.. just enjoy your vacation. Its paid as well so you’ll have no worries.” He repeated like a broken record.

“She has a performance coming up, I’m supposed to go with her.” You said. “Are you firing me? What is going on?!”

“You are not being fired. You l.. lets take this inside..” he looked at you with a look you could only describe as guilt and sympathy. You felt only worse as you followed him into his office.

“There you are~” you felt relieved to hear her voice coming from behind. Robin smiled as always as she quickly engulfed you in a hug.

“Don’t be so silly brother~ I could always use a extra hand!” Robins arm wrapped around you confidently, something she only did in complete utter privacy. Your heart sank, this isn’t her usual demeanor. She’s playful in scenarios sure, where its just you and her, or sunday too sometimes, but she has some composure to her.

“Robin I’m so goad you’re okay.” You hugged her awkwardly, wondering if something was wrong. You could hear Sunday growing apprehensive.

“That’s enough you fool.. its one thing to play an act for appearances but to try and fool her lover?!” Sunday hissed, you immediately backed off looking at him then ‘Robin’ who now had a uncharacteristic smile on her face. Within a instant its like she was gone, now replaced by a twin tailed, scantily dressed, clothed in red lady with the most devilish smirk.

“You’re no fun, i thought we really had to sell this illusion.” She teased.

“What the fuck”. You backed up as you felt your world crumble. Sunday got s stand in… but why? What happened to Robin. He turned to you with a look of sympathy.

“Look I understand you’re confused but you can’t speak about this. The Family is trying to avoid a panic so we must keep this under wraps.. Robin is.. well..” you had always known Sunday to be the perfect guy, spokesperson, model, negotiator, whatever. His composure was pristine and his fake smile never faltered even with you. Now it did. And that devilish lady wasn’t helping.

“You’re little girlfriend is dead~” she said tauntingly. With that you felt a sense of numbness come over.

“Bu-but… people can’t die in the dreamscapes.. how..”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out. Now I ask you don’t react irrationally, I could use some help on the case and-“

“Robin is dead… she’s dead.. like.. I’ll never see her again?” You asked baffled.

“She got murdered by some weird black eyed creature~” The lady added, Sunday shot her another glare.

“Sparkle if you’re going to be so insensitive then I ask you leave, you are not helping this meeting!” He said.

“Hey, I’m not the one who can’t tell her the truth. She was your sister’s girlfriend the least you can do is tell her what happened!” She didn’t stand down one bit.

But you weren’t focused on them. They were to busy arguing to notice you were now crying. You thought about your last text to her. ‘It doesn’t feel like a vacation when you’re not here with me :(‘ she had responded with a heart, and a message assuring you that you would be reunited soon. Maybe even a joke about how she’d work you even harder since you liked your job so much. Such things that warmed your heart now froze it instead, tearing at the veins and flesh like a blender. You sunk to the floor as you failed to comprehend the world around you.

“Do you feel better now.” Sunday asked cautiously as you laid in the cushions in his office. Sparkle having been kicked out for her unhelpful comments. You had never known Sunday to be fond of you in any way. To be honest you didn’t think he was capable of of it. But you guessed he just wanted to share his pain with someone. You knew how the family was, you knew how secretive everything must be. You never took the job offer with the intention of falling for its shinning idol. In fact you initially thought of her as annoying. She was so perfect in the light with no flaws, but when you saw the person off stage and in the shadows you fell for her. You loved Robin, not the idol not the celebrity, the person. The person who’s wings would hide her face when she was shy, the person who was always so nice to you, who saw you as more than a hired help but a person. You had worked for many celebrities before, smaller and bigger and none were like her. Your love had been the slowest of burns, and you imagined it would be a eternal flame.

“I don’t… I feel like shit.” You replied. You would never feel her warmth, her presence, her love, her sudden boldness, anything Robin was now gone.

“I understand. Its why I wanted to give you more vacation time.” He explained.

“So you wouldn’t have told me?” You asked, you were too tired to yell or scream. You had always been a passionate person. You would curse out paparazzi and make rude remarks. You would play the villain so Robin didn’t have to ruin her image by standing up for herself, but now you could only be as you were. A corpse laying on the ground waiting to be engulfed by the earth.

“I wasn’t allowed to. No one is supposed to know of her death. The family.. is covering it up until more information comes out.”

“How did she die.. how can anyone die in the dreamscape?” You asked. He paused.

“She was.. murdered… as for death in the dreamscape, I’m just as puzzled as you are.” He said, but you felt he knew more. You had no more fight in you now though, he could shoot you right here and you wouldn’t budge or try to dodge.

“If death can happen in the dreamscape… could it happen to me too.” You didn’t mean to say that outloud but he heard it anyways.

“Are-are you saying that you wish to die!” He sounded shocked.

“I don’t have anything outside of work. All I have ever been is a employee for brighter stars, Robin was the only one who made life more enjoyable and lively. I haven’t. I promised to protect her till the end and I failed. The least I could do is join her in death.” You said. You didn’t bother to look at his face.

“I understand how you feel. I miss Robin too. I want nothing more than to find her murderer and drag them through the streets. I’d love nothing more than to just curse them out on live television. But i cannot.”

“I loved her Sunday. I loved her more than anything in this life, dreamscape, reality, nothing compared to her. I’d pluck the stars from the skies if she asked, I’d grovel at her feet and lay my jacket in muddy puddles if she asked. I’d do anything.. and now all I’m left with is this pain. I hate it… I hate it.” You sat up clutching your head.

“I understand. I never had any doubts that you loved her. Nor did I ever doubt your loyalty to her once. All my life I have been the protective brother, I felt like I had to be, the world was so cruel and she was so innocent. When you joined it made me worried, I did everything I could to find something against you, nothing weighed enough to prove my suspicions right. If anyone was a good fit for my sister, it was you.” He said. You sighed.

“How am I supposed to live like this then? What exactly should I live for. What use is life when no one gives you a reason to live.” You sighed.

“I don’t want to lose you too. Although we aren’t close, I don’t want to be the only one in this world who grieves for her. The loneliness I feel is so much worse without her.”

“Its hard to smile when you have nothing to smile for huh?” You added. “How do you plan on handling this, you always have a plan don’t you?”

“I do alright. I’ll make that.. creature pay…” his tone changed. You looked at him with a little surprise. You learned a lot more about your almost brother in law in this moment than you had the years you worked for his sister.

“Wouldn’t it be dangerous, if it can kill people in the dreamscape then how could you possibly.. handle it.”

“Rest assured I have my plans and theories. If you would like, I could use help enacting some.” He said. You sat uncertain. His tone was more unhinged, his hands were clutched at the table’s edge so tight you swore the wood creaked. The halo on his head shook as he attempted to steady himself. You were scared seeing him like this. He had been mad before but he never once let down that polite smile or mannered voice.

“Just get me a bottle of something and I’ll hear you out. I don’t want to feel this pain in my chest anymore.”

“That’s not an answer.” He said. You pondered for a minute. You weighed by grief, kept in the seat. But you knew you needed something to do if you wanted to live.

“I’ll help.“ you answered.

#hsr imagines #robin x reader #robin hsr #wlw kinda #angst #robin hsr x reader #how tf do i tag for robin because it keeps giving me batman and robin stuff

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sh-tp0st · 2 years

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i just want a gf. a lover. a life partner if you will

#mylyf3 #i like someone #but they def dont like me back #like they’ve just never seen me that way #and its fine i can live with that #but as a leo its my birth right to ever so slightly flirt with them a little more each time i see them #will they fall for it ever?#probably no cuz thats not like them #but maybe it will work 😏#probably not im so socialy awakard and depressed #it’ll never work out anyways

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itsalwaysforyou · 2 years

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jay pointing at mal after winning the tourney match and mal pointing back send tweet

#it’s SUCH a moment!!!!!!#in that moment they are both just so ecstatic. and ofc mal is the first person jay turns to. the first person he wants to share his+#victory with. they’ve shared every other. shared all the defeats too.#he points at her and says ‘did you see what i did? do you mind that i’m changing? will you still love me when i’m not the person you first+#knew? look: i won. i did this for us. you have been with me through every other thing so be here with me now.’#and mal points back. she is grinning. she points and she says ‘i’ve never seen you this happy. why couldn’t i make you smile like that? but+#your happiness is mine. your wins and your losses are mine and i’ve never been prouder. i hope you’re always this happy. i want you to+#smile like this forever.’#and mal knowing that soon the barrier will be taken down and they will be forced back to their old ways of life. and jay won’t ever smile+#that wide again. and it’ll be all her fault.#descendants #mal bertha #jay son of jafar #jal #jay x mal

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genderfreakxx · 2 years

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If people could stop using the term “transmasc” as synonymous with “trans man” that would be fucking phenomenal.

#I’m transitioning because I want to have more masculine traits just by default #but I don’t consider myself a binary trans man. the binary makes no fucking sense to me. fuck the binary #this is I think why I feel so sad when people get angry at ‘transmascs’ for relating to and having gender envy over Gerard way #because I absolutely have gender envy over Gerard- but it has fuck all to do with ‘being a man’#Gerard isn’t binary. they don’t like labels but they’ve expressed admiration for they/them pronouns and said ‘I’ve always liked he/they’#and they do a hell of a lot of relating to she/her pronouns and girls in their music #no fucken part of me is envious of Gerard in a Man Way™#because neither of us are binary Masc-y McMascerson men #I admire g for their entire vibe in every way they’ve presented it to us #just because I’m transmasc doesn’t mean I only admire men. I’m nonbinary #I admire queer people in every form. I’m hesitant to call g queer because idk how they feel about it #but you get what I mean #if Gerard came out as a trans woman tomorrow I would still have gender envy for them. I have gender envy over cis women sometimes ffs #I love them (parasocially yada yada) however they identify. I love them even more because they hate fucken labels. ME TOO #I just love the way they put themselves out there.#I’ve just seen a lot of folks hating on transmascs for relating to Gerard and I think it’s a misunderstanding tbh #it’s all pure love and admiration and inspiration #I can’t speak for everyone but I would never want to push a label on G when they clearly fucken hate it.#that being said; I think the way they express themselves and the art they create is inspiring as hell!!#for me gender envy goes deeper than just surface level aesthetic sometimes #wow this has been a rant. and idk if I’ve even gotten my point across actually #oh well!#gender #blithering on

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sluttish-armchair · 1 year

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Me: “I’m going to stop procrastinating and read The Invisible Man this weekend.”

Me, not even a day later: “Hehehehe Fahrenheit 451 go BRRRRRRR”

#I mean… at least I’m reading *something* and not going on my phone 24/7???#(I was able to find a hard copy for a low price; and I bought it despite everything screaming in me not to #(both my parents know I bought it because I told them it’s one of my favorite books ever)#If they do end up reading the synopsis on Wikipedia — or the book itself — and decide it’s too worldly for me to have #they may be less inclined to destroy it because it’s a book about book burning; or (more hilariously) they may decide to destroy it #in which case I will whip out my crappy digital copy and read Beatty’s lecture at the end of part one to them; to hold it up as a mirror #I may also have a copy of the 2003 edition of 1984 coming in the mail along with two other books (so I can open it privately and say #“I bought these two books because they looked interesting” and they’ll believe me (if the package is ambiguous enough)#or if it isn’t ambiguous I can just find a book I have that they’ve never seen me read and “re-gift” it to myself)#because I feel I will work more efficiently with a real copy of 1984 in my hands… and it will serve as motivation for me to read it again #which will further my understanding of the novel and make my adaptation better #(not to mention the fact that the books were on sale for five dollars a piece)#but one of the other books’ synopses revolves around the fact that a man woke up “bandaged and being tended to by his wife” 👀👀#and it seems like a “good” story in the eyes of the cult so uh #yeah #looking respectfully (in an ace way)#my book now #also: Anyone ever read the book Warp Speed by an author with the last name of Yee? Highly recommend #That one I already have (and I may read it again soon idk) but the third book I got reminds me of it in terms of the vibe of the premise #It’s about a kid who jokes all the time as a trauma response #something tells me I’ll relate to that LOL #I’m gonna have to sell a lot of my books because they just don’t interest me any longer (of course they don’t; I was nine #and I bought them at a book fair knowing full well I hated reading))#I’ll keep Guitar Notes and Godzilla and Killer Species 1 and 2; but the rest can all go #OH MY GOD Infestation… that one’s excellent. I’ll keep that too #Giant ants attacking a boarding school for troubled boys; and these kids have to escape the compound without getting eaten #good book #Loved it as a ten year old suffering from melancholy and whooping cough

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shotani · 1 year

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okay i have a confession

i went through the entire beartown trilogy picturing moritz seider as benji ovich

#‘the boy with the most handsome face. the saddest eyes. and the wildest heart they’ve ever seen’#i mean #cmon #it’s the dark eyes and the bright smile for me man #and the curls???#sold in an instant #if you look at the beartown hbo series #(which i don’t. i’m so protective of beartown and i’ve seen questionable things about the series)#(that’s a post for another day though)#and look at the casting for benji???#and then moritz???#not sayin they look alike i’m just saying the way they describe benji in the book?#i can see a bit of moritz #their hair being so similar doesn’t hurt lol #idk #the smile really sells it for me and idk why #that’s also not a bad thing i’m so insanely fond of benji and it’s making me like moritz more by association #i was never unfond of moritz i just don’t pay attention to the red wings lol my bad #anyways #he’s forever the face of benji in my mind #that’s my story and i’m sticking to it #beartown #benji ovich #moritz seider

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lhrry · 2 years

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#@anon I’m not going to post because I hate talking about the stunts and just inviting more asks about it #but you’re twisting my words I never said it didn’t exist nor that it wasn’t terrible #I said it’s terrible and I loathe promo and am not feeling great about him having to be seen with her so much #but in many ways it is low maintenance idk if it’s just me having been here for so long but they’ve been through having to do worse stuff #for those stunts #and you know those pap walks like the fan report who said Olivia was waiting alone in the restaurant and then he came later #they do the quick walk and that’s it #remember how he left her at the market in Italy #etc etc #like you can disagree I don’t mind!#I think it’s one of the worst ones and I loathe it but I think it does require little from Harry in opposition to what could be happening #🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️#*loathe dwd promo #like I literally said that I have not good flashbacks to like 2016 I never erased the fact that this is just… so ugly

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honey-sunsets · 2 years

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Blah blah blah vent in the tags you know the deal. Long story short I’m mixed race and have no fucking clue what’s happening ever.

#sometimes it like doesn’t occur to me that I don’t present Hispanic whatsoever. not in any way that you’d see unless you’re looking for it #like I look very very much like my Hispanic relatives but I’m white so very often the response to me saying I’m Hispanic is ‘really?’#and like that I don’t mind all that much because like I said I’m white #it’s just like. kind of a given thing ya know #but today this guy asked me if my dad (who came to see our show tonight) was my real dad #and I was like ??? yeah??? and honestly didn’t know he was meant. I mean I’m pretty sure I didn’t make him up the actors can vouch for me #they’ve seen him ya know they can vouch #but he was like ‘no no I mean is he your stepdad’ and I said no he’s not he’s my dad. he married my mom and they both are my parents #and he said ‘I was just making sure because your dad’s a darker tone’#and by that point I was very weirded out and there were a million more productive things I could’ve been doing anyway so I kinda backed away #but I’ve thought about that all night #I don’t really know what exactly I think about it it’s just. it’s just stuck in my head #I’ve never had someone openly tell me they didn’t think my dad was my dad. that’s sorta. that’s new for me.#I suppose that’s all I have to say about that #tw vent #tw personal #personal vent #vent post #tree posts

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bootleg-nessie · 6 months

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Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 3/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

(Edit: changed from 0/10 to 3/10 because John Lennon beat his wife)

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

Weezer: 5/10. They all look like they definitely have asthma

Limp Bizkit: 3/10. While the visual image of baked goods playing the guitar is hilarious, Fred durst is not a biscuit. Points added because he probably has erectile dysfunction

Stone Temple Pilots: 0/10. None of these people are accredited as being licensed to pilot anything, much less an entire stone temple. Stone temples don’t need pilots anyways

Wasted Youth: 8/10. I guess it really kinda depends on how you frame it but yeah, they probably wasted a lot of it

Them Crooked Vultures: 3/10. These are people and not birds but Dave Grohl’s posture is kinda bad and John Paul Jones is so old that his neck kinda looks like a vulture’s so I added some points

Audioslave: 0/10. Slavery is illegal

Traveling Wilburys: 4/10. Sure, they traveled a lot but not a single one of those lying bastards was named Wilbury

D12: 6/12. There were only 6 people in this band

NWA: 10/10. I’m a little too white to safely comment on this one but I’d say they nailed it

Jet: 1/10. A real jet would be way too loud

Goldfinger: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a finger made out of gold

No Doubt: ?/10. I can’t really be too sure how Gwen Stefani felt but I think it’s probably a safe assumption that she had some doubts

The White Stripes: 3/10. I bet if you stripped them down naked and made them stand shoulder to shoulder and squinted really hard they’d probably look more like white stripes

Screaming trees: 3/10. They scream occasionally

Garbage: 2/10. I think they’re being a little harsh on themselves, their music isn’t THAT bad

Butthole Surfers: 5/10. Not even gonna touch this one

Megadeth: 3/10. To be fair, some of the former members are dead but only a little amount of death, not mega death

Dead Kennedys: 2/10. Last I checked Kennedy was still dead but neither he nor his clones are members of this band

Cake: 0/10. The cake is a lie

Cracker: 8/10. Most of them are

Tool: 7/10. I don’t know much about their music but they sure look like tools

Counting Crows: ?/10. Is this what emo kids do instead of counting sheep? Accuracy depends on whatever bird they happen to be counting at the moment

Dave Matthews Band: 10/10. It certainly is

Oasis: 1/10. Their music is the opposite of an oasis

Blur: 2/10. They are not that fast

Barenaked Ladies: 0/10. If I wanted to be this disappointed I’d reestablish a connection with my biological father instead

Meat Puppets: 10/10. Technically, aren’t we all?

Live: 8/10. Apparently they still do live shows but I deducted some points because I’ve only ever heard their music on Spotify

ABBA: 9/10. I’m still not giving any points to Guns N’ Roses but that’s mostly out of spite

5 Finger Death Punch: 8/10 I guess it probably depends on how hard you hit them but this seems to be the usual amount of fingers to punch somebody with

All American Rejects: 9/10. They’re all rejects from America so I don’t really see any issue with this

T. Rex: 0/10. Even if any of these people WAS a T. Rex I don’t think their arms would be long enough to play their instruments

Free: 0/10. Unless you steal their music, in which case it becomes a 10/10

The Strokes: 3/10. To my knowledge, none of them have had a stroke but I still added a few points because the name was probably accurate for other reasons

The Smashing Pumpkins ?/10. Another thing I have no way of verifying but this seems like a waste of perfectly good pumpkins

Therapy?: ?/10. The hell are they asking me for? I don’t know their medical history

Twenty One Pilots. 0/10. There’s only two of them and neither is a licensed pilot

Finger Eleven: 0/10. Leave the poor Stranger Things girl out of this

Fall Out Boy: 9/10. I conferred with an expert on this one who confirmed that they are in fact boys who had a falling out

Cream: 8/10. Considering this was the OG supergroup I’m sure a lot of people did in fact cream when their music came out

Edit: humans aren’t fucking monkeys. Stop saying we are

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ectoplasmer · 6 months

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terrible horrible bad habit of looking at any of my f/os and going “pretty boy!!” over and over again almost instinctively

#agh last night i was getting worked up about ryou’s BELT of all things. i’m a mess #that one illustration of him and yamiba with the monster world themed background… awoog #NOT IN A SUGGESTIVE WAY no it had something to do with like. god he wears belts. why does this stand out to me #it’s the way it’s not tucked in completely on yamiba AGSJDHSK OKAY I NEED TO DROP THIS #waaaaah and marik’s eyes as usual… driving me insane….#he’s so expressive i love all the expressions he makes <3 even if most of them are him getting worked up about something agdjdhs #and his + yamima’s nose scrunch!!! aaaaa!!! still gets me weak #says this about. very antagonistic and reactive people who have or tried to kill people before AGDJFHDKS #god but i love them. so much. they’ve done bad things and they’ve made big mistakes and somenof them didn’t get redeemed in canon but #my own bias is making me see things in ways they probably weren’t meant to be seen so that’s okay </3 #i don’t know i’ve been thinking about marik in the latter half of battle city again and just. agh #he never fails to get me on the verge of tears lol everything about him just… makes me want to make things better for him #and i’ve been thinking specifically about that part in yamima and mai’s duel where he stops to talk to the pharaoh about the sealofmemories #and maybe it was just a silly thing to rub in the fact that marik has trauma or whatever. maybe it was to get on the pharaoh’s nerves #but i can’t help but think maybe yamima does genuinely hold those feelings and that resentment like marik does #maybe he doesn’t distance himself from it as much as he seems to act like it. i don’t know #anyway. what was i ssaying #oh right pretty boys!! boys. boyfriends. loves of my life. a #rghrrgrh chewing on them like a chew toy i ahte them and love them so much who gave any of them the right to be so pretty #quartzshipping

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kaizokuseb · 8 months

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we’ve talked about switching around who dms our games, but my sister said she wants to watch me do it before she tries, and now i’m feeling the pressure. all i’m going to do is try to channel johnny chiodini, hopefully that’s enough lol

#i’ve only watched/listened to a couple different dnd groups #but i’ve also seen mike luke and andy dm #and everyone just has their own style and that’s cool but johnny is still my favorite #he’s the first dm i saw who works so collaboratively on the story with the other players #it never feels like it’s on rails even though i know he’s guiding the story in a specific way #the only issue we had so far was me having to tell my sister she can’t have these crazy op magic items lol #but i don’t plan to force anything beyond what quest they’ve accepted #and i’m going to heavily push at least one fight so we have some combat #i have a vague story outline and the rest will be improv #i hope i haven’t overestimated myself as a story teller D:#but it’s just my sister and nephew so the pressure is almost nonexistent #i just want to do a good job and give them a fun time

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griffonsgrove · 4 months

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omg hello!! I saw you post those vox headcanons and wow I was literally kicking my feet and giggling LOL. I also saw you take requests right now! (at least that’s what it said in your rules) and I wanted to request something : D

could I request general alastor headcanons with a GN! Reader please ? :D

Thank you!

General Dating Headcanons | Alastor

a/n: Of course my dear!! I love how Alastor is portrayed in the series, he’s easily one of my favorite characters! I’ve been wanting to do these for quite a bit, so thank you for the request!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Wordcount: 1991

Cw: Hazbin Spoilers, minor violence, mentions of death, murder

(PLATONIC):

Ah so you managed to capture the attention of the infamous Radio Demon? You should be honored he even considers you worth his time! Not most demons have that luxury, they never live long enough to see.

Al strikes me as the kind of guy who knows everyone, he’s very observant and has eyes everywhere (his shadow friends extend throughout the entirety of the pride ring). He’s got connections in just about anything. He’s bound to have at least seen you once.

That being said, he views other sinners as inferior to him, if you don't have any power, he doesn't really see you as much of a threat (let’s be honest even if you did, he still wouldn't feel threatened)

He’s quite intrigued when he sees a frail little thing like you walk through the hotel doors. You're here on your own free will, seeking redemption? Oh, this will be quite entertaining.

You’re well aware of who he is, having been in hell for quite some time, even before his 7 yearlong disappearance, you knew to be wary in his presence.

It often left you being timid or skittish around him at first.

The deer demon had a knack for popping up at the most inconvenient of times, out of nowhere it seems (perks of being able to shadow travel). He would scare the daylights out of you nearly every time. Whether it was intentional or not, it always got a good laugh out of him.

And that smile…He was always smiling, you can't ever recall a moment where he wasn't, not even a falter. It's definitely an intimidation tactic you think. After all, you're never fully dressed without one!~

Despite this, he’s a charmer. He has this flare about him that oozes confidence whenever he speaks with you, to anyone really. He’s able to talk his way into and out of anything. One of the many perks of being a showman. Alastor is witty, charming and entertaining to say the least. Life is never dull with him around.

And if you happen to be from the same time period?? It’ll only want him to be around you even more! Finally, someone he can relate to in this cesspool.

This man is quite the chatterbox. He looooves to reminisce about the good ol’ days, always talking about how things were in his radio days. He could talk for literal hours and not break a sweat. You’ll often have to politely interject when he rambles on for too long, not that he minds.

Did I mention he can cook too?? Really well, surprisingly. He claims he learned from his dearest mother. He had to put a name to her famous Jambalaya recipe! When you tried it for the first time your socks were nearly blown right off from how much cayenne pepper he put into it. He likes a little spice.

He's!! Always!! Humming!! The man loves to sing, he often finds himself absentmindedly humming old tunes from the 20’s as he goes about his day. Whether he’s out for a stroll, enjoying a nice cup of tea, or running around the hotel, he’s humming.

This has been stated before, but Alastor is not big on physical touch from others unless he's the one initiating it. There have been many times where he’s pulled you into a little dance or twirl while he explains something. It never fails to surprise you each time.

He’ll often use his microphone staff to push or touch something, more specifically someone. He doesn't like to touch sinners that often, God knows where they’ve been. You’ve seen him whack Angel upside the head with it before, the spider tried getting a little too close for comfort. But for you he’ll make an exception.

Very well groomed!! He puts a lot of effort into his appearance, and cares about how he projects himself to the public eye. His hair is always neatly styled to perfection, shoes shined, and is always dressed to the nines. I mean did you see how mad he got when Pentious ripped a part of his coat off?

As the two of you begin to spend some more time together, you find yourself often having little meetups, the both of you would chat, share a cup of tea and just enjoy each other’s company. He liked to sit on the patio, he had a little table, and everything set up for you two.

Alastor makes sure to keep an eye on you regularly. He may have his shadow sneak around and stalk you while you're out. He’ll use the excuse that ‘Hell is a dangerous place!’, He can't have some low-life sinner trying to harm you, that would make him a terrible friend!

Undeniably has a soft spot for you that he’ll never admit aloud, he genuinely enjoys your company and likes having someone around that will humor him and listen to his stories. Grandpa.

Overall, Al is quite a good friend to have, you feel like you can confide in him at any point, he’s surprisingly a wonderful listener. The more time you spend together only strengthens your little friendship. Even to the point where you both will grow to have a mutual respect for each other. He initially scared you at first, given his reputation, but underneath all the ruthless chaos is a true gentleman.

(ROMANTIC):

My man is sooo conflicted at first, He’ll spend hours in his den thinking about his feelings. (We’ve all seen the inside of his room, literally half of it is a swamp). The scenery can only soothe him so much as he contemplates on what to do.

This is probably where you will begin to less and less of him for a time being as he works out his inner turmoil.

But, once he finally comes to terms with these undeniable feelings, he decides to confront you privately, away from any prying eyes. Ahem Angel…

Very old-fashioned, this is where he will properly ask to court you.

You’ll never know this but he was actually kind of nervous, he was worried you’d reject his offer, but imagine to his surprise when you said yes!! He kind of felt giddy.

Congratulations! You now have a cannibalistic deer overlord as your boyfriend

He’s such a gentleman, I literally cannot say it enough, the man was raised right and he respects you!

You literally never have to open a door with him around. He holds your chair out for you, always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, pays for every meal and is constantly giving you compliments left and right. And they say chivalry is dead.

Alastor loves to gift flowers to you. Every few weeks or so he’ll give you a new bouquet. They're different each time, some have a meaning while others he simply thought you’d enjoy. You have a special place in your room where you keep them.

Now that you’re in a relationship, the two of you are basically joined at the hip. Wherever you are, Alastor is not far behind. He doesn't want to admit it but the overlord is kind of clingy. He doesn't like being too far from you.

If there’s ever a reason he has to be away from you, he’ll often have a few of his little imp dolls watch after you. You always thought they were cute little fellas anyways.

The both of you aren't exactly private about your relationship, but at the same time you’re not screaming it out from the rooftops either. Alastor is well aware of the dangers you could possibly face due to his status. He’s made a lot of enemies in his time, and doesn't want to see you get hurt on his behalf.

That being said though, no demon in their right mind would try to threaten you.

God forbid they touch you either. They’d be ripped in half before they could even get another word out.

He's fiercely protective over you. He tries to play it off as nonchalantly as possible, but you know he cares about you immensely, it’s rather sweet really.

Now about physical affection. Things will go very slowly in the beginning, as said before he's fine with things as long as he's the one initiating it. If you two are out for a stroll you’ll have your arm gently looped with his as you walk down the chipped sidewalks. You’ll have to be extremely patient with him, he’s not used to this “love” and “affection”

If you’re ever having a bad day however, he’ll slip out of his comfort zone for you, and allow you to hold onto him for as long as you please, in the privacy of your own room of course.

One of his favorite things to do with you, is to slow dance. There's something so intimate and special about it. It could be late into the evening, when everyone else had gone to their respective rooms for the night, If you listen closely though, you’ll hear the soft hum of music coming from Alastor’s den, he has you in his arms, the both of you gently sway in a slow waltz across the room to the quiet love songs emitting from his radio. It’s here that you truly savor these private moments with him.

Speaking of music, Al loves to sing to you. Oftentimes it may be a ballad or love song, and if you join in with him? He’ll fall for you even more.

Cooking! He loves to whip up all his favorite dishes just for you, oftentimes you’ll help him in the kitchen, even if it’s the smallest thing. It's become an annual thing you two like to do together. He makes sure that you get only the best meat that this side of hell can provide.

He’ll often call you a mix of different pet names, here's a few of his favorites: Cher, Darling, Beloved, Dearest, Love, Mon Amour, Doll

Which btw on the topic of meat, Al is canonically a cannibal, he’ll often eat demon meat in his meals, and will have you try it at least once.

Admittedly has gotten slightly jealous of his own shadow. The mischievous thing was always trying to steal your attention away from him, oftentimes it would work, you would always give in and humor him, saying that ‘Even his shadow needed some loving too!’. With a strained smile, Alastor shoots a glare at the inky mass of himself, who just looks at him with a smug grin.

Will have you meet Rosie at least once. She’s one of his other closest friends, and a real sweetheart. At first she comes off as really scary and intimidating. but the more you get to know her, and she's for certain that you wont hurt her friend, she’s much more friendlier.

You two actually bond together somewhat, having little chats about Alastor occasionally, or about her business.

It’s safe to say that this man would kill hundreds if not thousands for you. You have him wrapped around your little finger. If you ever have someone bothering you, they might as well already be dead, because this man will hunt them down like prey. And eat them too.

Honestly, Alastor as a lover is nothing short of wholesome. He’s so attentive and caring when it comes to you. Which is so refreshing to see, especially coming from one of hell’s most feared overlords. Things will most likely start of slow, but if you’re patient with him, all the hard work will be rewarded tenfold. He had initially thought the Princess of Hell’s Hotel was one of the biggest jokes of the century, but what he wasn't expecting was you to be one of the best things to come out of it. You both were cast down to suffer an eternal damnation in hell, but at least now you can endure it together <3.

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ozzgin · 4 months

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Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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Gojo Satoru x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon, fantasy au

gn reader

Thinking about hunter Gojo and the pretty little nymph that gets themselves snared in one of his traps.

You can’t get your poor leg loose, having twisted your ankle in your fall to the ground – something’s wrong with your wing too, you can feel it – the thin network’s been folded, almost broken – so even if you did manage getting loose, you wouldn’t be able to fly away.

Branches snap around you along the crunch of old leaves – and your heart’s beating out of your chest in fear of it – knowing something large and dangerous is not far behind, that whoever set the trap is not something that wishes you well.

“You’re not a rabbit.” The man says, having crept in close before you’d even heard him approach – crouching in front of you with a hunter's grace. Hawk-eyes ice-blue and piercing, hair as white as pure snow.

He’s got three daggers sleaved in his belt – a fillet knife, a gutting knife, and a larger one you imagine is meant to slice throats. He doesn’t carry a sword like most men but has a bow and sack of arrows slung on his back. Otherwise, dressed lightly – brown leather boots, brown slacks, and a blue cotton shirt. You could have mistaken him for a woodland elf if it weren’t for the thick stench of man.

“Eating creatures from the holy forest is forbidden.” You snip, despite your wide eyes and the wobble of fear evident on your lip.

He only smiles at the quip, a grin like a predator humored by prey. “You wouldn’t tell a wolf not to hunt.”

He stalks you, leaning in closer, and you try shuffling away – but the movement only makes you wince.

“I’m just another hungry animal…”

Rope gnaws into your fine skin while his breath puffs hot and dewy on your face.

“And tonight… seems lady luck has favored me once again.”

He gags you and ties you further up before redoing his snare for the next unlucky creature – then carries you over his shoulder until he’s dropping you down on a bed of furs.

Your skin flushes with goosebumps at the thought of being skinned the same way – mouthing a little prayer around the cloth he’s split your teeth and lips with. He’s cut trees down as well; you hear their pitiful screams when he lights a fire with their bodies. You mourn them, too.

At his full height, the man must be two heads taller than any male nymph you’ve ever seen and at least three heads taller than you. You hope you’re enough to satisfy him tonight, to spare the forest of further bloodshed.

You shiver and sniffle when he starts prepping you – removing your clothes and groping your tender, fleshy places with a strength you’re not used to – hands large and crass – kneading you like dough – probably to assess the quality of your meat. He has a smile on his face while at it.

Humans make you sick – to think he’s planning on roasting then eating you despite the soul fueling your spirit and the beating heart in your chest. But you’ve long known that all death but their own matters little to them – they don’t feel the same way nymphs do – they don’t regard life with the same respect they’ve donned themselves. It must be a sad and lonely existence, you think. It even makes you feel a little sorry for him.

You yelp when his gritty fingers brush the area between your legs – shimmying when he lowers his mouth down to the same place. Oh God – does he plan on eating you raw? While your body’s still hot and pumping blood?

But the bite never comes – not yet eating but tasting it would seem – licking and slurping and sucking on you.

He takes his shirt off. Probably to avoid spilling on it, you think.

You don’t really understand what’s going on until he’s got his fat manhood pointed toward your kernel-sized hole. Eyes wide as he splits you apart slowly and unabashedly – as though it isn't as deviant as a dog mating a cat – sinking in inch after meaty inch.

You whimper at the stretch – wincing when the plush mushroom-shaped head grinds against that special place inside you.

It doesn’t fit more than halfway, but that doesn’t seem to bother him – rolling his head back with a rusty groan, even with just the tip gaining purchase within you – pounding into you like a beast in his rut.

“What's the matter, pretty nymph? Did you think I was gonna eat you?” He laughs, bearing over you – his hands steadying your hips to meet his sharp thrust – each hit deeper than the last. “I’m the only hunter in this forest; I can eat what I want when I want – but eating you?” He scoffed and snickered. “That would just be a waste.”

The blood on his breath makes you wrinkle your nose – squeezing your eyes shut as his tongue sweeps up the tear streaks on your cheek.

“My stomach’s already full. Time to empty my balls.”

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