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hopelesslyromanticshark · 1 month

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Hiiiii, let me just say I love you writing!!!!! <3

Anyway my request is headcanons of Percy with a child of Erebus s/o. Erebus is the primordial god of darkness.

Like as a child of a primordial they’re extremely powerful and have like shadow powers. They also have really good night vision. They’re like super powerful at night because of all the darkness and a possible blessing of their step-mom Nyx.

Anyway have a good day/night :))))

⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs

content: percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs warning: none!! author's note: i know the pics are very feminine, but i tried my best to make this gn bc i noticed the 'child' instead of daughter!! i think i did it???? if you guys see any gendered terms, lemme know so i can fix it!! i know this is basically the daughter of nyx one i did but i like nightime escapades okay???? (im actually terrified of the dark and sleep with a nightlight at my grown ass age)

"and what do you think youre doing?" a voice questioned from behind percy, causing him to slip and fall from the brick wall he was just beginning to climb

"ow," he whined, resting a hand against his surely bruised ribs and attempting to look through the darkness at whoever scared him

"sorry! sometimes i forget other people can't see so well in the dark," you laughed lightly, holding your hand out to pull him back to his feet

percy took it, giving you a slightly grateful smile as he was back on his feet

"you must be y/n, then? erebus' kid?" percy questioned, dusking his sweatpants off, suddenly wishing he'd changed into better clothes like he vaguely thought to do

what kind of impression does blue food dye stained sweatpants give???

a bad one, surely.

"yup! the one and only, spooky master of the dark," you mocked all, dramatically, waving your hands around, which percy could just barely make out in the darkness

"great title. i personally go by lord of the seafoam but that's what my enemies call me," percy joked, enjoying your chuckles more than he thought he would

"and what do your friends call you?" you questioned with a tilt of your head.

"oh, also lord of the seafoam. or percy," he winked with a beaming smile that you didn't need night vision to see.

"well, lord of the seafoam, you never answered my question."

"hmm? OH! right, well, you see, my step dad mentioned something about a meteor shower tonight and i was trying to get to bunker nine to sit on the roof to watch it," percy explained with a shrug

"no way! me too! well, i was gonna use the half blood hill, but still!" you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement

"actually, could i come with you? you know how leo is, probably still working in there and once he starts yapping, he never stops. i'd probably miss the whole thing," percy lied.

he knew leo was dead asleep and he gave percy a key to bunker nine just so he could watch the meteor shower

but was he really gonna pass up the opportunity to watch it with someone so dashing?? he's stupid, but not that stupid

"yeah, course! c'mon, i got snacks too!" you nodded, instantly, reaching forwards and grasping his wrist and dragging him towards half blood hill

percy was grateful you were leading the way for two reasons: one, he couldn't see for shit in this darkness, and two, it allowed him to hide his blush behind your back.

you'd already set up a place by what used to be thalia's tree, a blanket splayed out and snacks splattered on top

it was a perfect view over camp and of the sky, percy sure it would be difficult to miss the shower now

but, while you guys waited, you and percy couldn't seem to stop talking

the randomest and stupidest stuff

"aliens. yes or no?"

"obvi. hard yes."

"is cereal a soup?"

"technically yes, but i'd like to live in delusion that's it not."

"who do you think-" percy started but got cut off by your hands shooting out and wrapping around his arm

"look, look! it's starting!" you explained, pointing up at some streaking lights through the dark sky

you guys watched in silent awe for a while before percy leaned over to you, which wasn't much of a distance as you still clung to his arm

"why does a shooting star taste better than a comet?" he whispered, his eyes still on the sky

you squinted at him suspiciously but hummed in question

"It's a little meteor."

silence and then the cutest giggles percy's ever heard

"that's so chessy!" you managed to get out between your laughs, basically curled into percy's side

and his smile was beginning to hurt his cheeks

then a comfortable silence settled over the two once more, their eyes drawn back to the fireballs shooting through the sky

well, your eyes were

percy's eyes stayed on you, his blood rushing in his ears and his heart beating like a drum

then you caught him, out of the corner of your eye, biting your lip to keep your smile at bay

you were sure he didn't know you knew, your excellent night vision being the only reason you could see his eyes on you so clearly

then the final meteor flew by and percy started praying for just one more, not wanting the night to end

"this was fun...lord of the seafoam," you mocked, bumping your shoulder with his

percy laughed at the call back, but his heart wasn't in it

he knew this night would end and you guys would just be acquaintances, someone you just wave at as you pass on the way to your cabin, but never another conversation to be had

or that's what percy thought.

"of course, master of the darkness," he tried to joke, trying to hide his disappointment at the ending night, "any time-"

before he could get another mopey word out, you were shooting forwards, a kiss pressed firmly to his cheek

the words died on his tongue

"you know, i think the full moon is tomorrow. do you wanna-"

"yes. totally. let's do it," percy instantly cut in, shaking off your nearly paralyzing touch, the need to see you again enough to break him of any spell or prison.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

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josibunn · 7 months

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backstage help.

getting the jitters out of euronymous before a gig :3 smut! obvi, some fluff,, hand job/mutual masturbation, public sex, p in v, quicky action, it gets a lil messy, you guys are so vocal so u gotta be quiet :P

tl: @vanlisbon @cc-luvr @monkeyfart1 @444rockstargf @bambi-horror @auggiethecreator

im getting on rq RIGHT NOW!! dont think i’ve forgotten I promise, hope this makes up for it :3 also after rq I have some new characters and some jack thurlow SHACKEDD up, its been a minute since ive written something slutty for him.

euronymous sighs through his nose as he rubs your hip, seeing as you were seated on his lap. he had half an hour before he went on to play a gig, and he was nervous. I mean, he was always nervous, but he got a glimpse of the crowd before he went on and choked.

“you’ll be great baby, you always are.” you say, dipping the paint brush back into the black paint. you were finishing his corpse paint, and you even did your own as support for him. “I know,” he mumbled. “did..you saw all those people though, right? there was a lot.” he looks up at you and you sigh softly, considering you weren’t done on his eyes.

“I did. and there’s always a lot of people, that’s why I tell you not to look.” it was kinda silly a guy like him, the leader of the band, was getting stage fright. “and what’d you do? close your eyes,” “I looked,” he rolls his eyes and closes them, “right. there’s always a lot of people baby you’ll be fine, you know that. you’ll do great.”

“you’re gonna watch, right?” “of course! I always do, and you can keep your eyes on me the whole time.” you smile, even though he doesn’t see it. “i’m gonna be in the front moaning your name, you think the security will carry me if I pass out?” you joke, and he busts out laughing, pushing you lightly.

you smile, hopefully this’ll get the jitters out. “and you better not look at those other chicken built bitches either,” you warn, finishing up on his lips. “I won’t baby, only you.” he holds the back of your neck, caressing you. he admired your face paint, “I love this. like, so fucking much. can you do it at our next one?” you giggle as he smiles at you.

“sure, i’ll think about it,” you put the paint on the ground, turning back to see him still smiling at you. “evil incarnate isn’t supposed to smile, don’t fuck up my hard work.” you joke and he laughs some more, “can’t help it, got this fuckin’ angel in front of me.” god, he’s so corny, but you laugh anyway as you shift to sit next to him now, legs crossed but his hand still on your thigh.

and oh you loved how he always had to touch you, especially when he was all jittery and nervous. it made you feel so special. “you have like..twenty minutes.” you remind him, and you hear him whimper. “I know. i’m fine, i’m fine,” he fixes his shirt, but you see in his eyes he’s still nervous.

“øystein you’re ok, they’re gonna love you. they wouldn’t all be lined up if they didn’t.” you rub his arms and tuck his hair behind his ears before giving him a light kiss. “right..ok. all here for me.” “all here for you,” you repeat softly. he kisses you again, and again, and again until you’re giggling against his lips.

“baby the makeup,” you giggle through kisses. “we can fix it it’s fine,” he says quickly in a breath, holding the back of your head under your hair. your kiss gets more heated, you’re holding onto each other and smearing all your corpse paint. he digs his fingers under your skirt straight to your pussy, cupping you and rubbing down your clothes folds, making you moan in his mouth.

“twenty..twenty minutes baby,” you whimper in a breath, gripping his shoulder. “we can do it,” he groans feeling your hand get into his pants quickly as you stand on your knees, giving him more space to get in your skin.

you pull him out, pumping his cock quickly as you two pull away and breath into each others mouth, stimulating each other with locked eyes, and you moan out when he pulls your underwear to the slide and slips two thick fingers inside you, eyes widening on his. “angel, yer’ fucking dripping, holy fuck,” he groans as he pumps his fingers deeper into your throbbing cunt.

you bite back your moans as you grind onto his fingers, stroking him faster. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you onto his lap and you gasp, already knowing where his mind was headed. “øystein, øystein you’re about to go out—” “you can do it baby, ok? ‘can do it,” your voices topple each others as he lowers you down on his length, silencing your moans by grabbing your face and shushing you.

“good girl, goood girl,” he eyes you as you throw your head back, moaning under his hand as he rocks you on his cock, his lashes fluttering as he nods, “that’s fuckin’ good, so fucking good,” he whispers, letting out a relaxed breath.

“gotta keep it down, ok?” he stammers as you roll your hips onto his that fuck into you, his now free hand gripping the top of the couch you guys were tainting. “feel so fucking good,” he plants his feet onto the floor as you hop on his dick, eyes glued to your soaking pussy that engulfed him so well, squelching sounds filling the room.

his eyes squeeze shut as he throws his head back, brows coming together as he lets out raspy groans, hand planted on the small of your back, guiding you ever so slightly. “needed this, god you’re so good baby,” he praises and you smile, wrapping your arms around him, your boobs pressed against his chest as you moan quietly in his ear.

“ride this dick baby, oh just like that,” he moans as you grab onto his hair, yanking it back as you reach your climax, his tip kissing that sweet spot you love so much. you moan out, eyes squeezing shut as you pull yourself closer to him, hugging his shoulders. he bites his lip as he pounds upwards into you, sensing your climax in the way you tighten around him.

“so fuckin’ tight, god s’like you were built for me,” he hugs your waist, keeping you steady. “gonna cum baby? hm? gonna make a me—” you cover his mouth, shoving his head back on the couch, and that alone could’ve sent him over.

“baby,” you moan weakly, opening an eye to look at him, “gotta be quiet, too. they’ll hear you..” you breath, ducking your head into his neck as your legs shake, moaning high. he nods over your hand, eyes rolling back, stomach dropping as he feels your pussy pound against him, wrapping both arms around you now and slowly rocking you through your orgasm.

you gasp and moan out, accidentally pushing him back as you climax, “o’my god, oh my go-ahm!” he covers your mouth again, your eyes widening as you moan under it, his dark, fogged out eyes soft yours, and now the only thing being heard is the wetness of our pussy and you twos muffled moans.

youre drooling your face paint onto his hand as you two cum together, quickly moving each others hands off and connecting lips passionately, again fucking up your hard work. you pull away and he chases your lips,

“you gotta go, gotta-gotta perform,” you heave, sliding off next to him and he tries to collect himself at the mention, nodding and mumbling. “was so good baby,” he huffs, rubuckling his pants. “think I gotta do that before each gig.” he chuckles, tucking his hair behind his ears, watching you sigh, legs still open and dripping with cum.

the door busts open. “euronymous! been shouting for you for-oh my fucking—” its hellhammer, and he shuts the door just as fast as he catches a glimpse at you and your disheveled state, and he groans from behind the door.

“you fuckin’ serious?! dude, you guys are sick! be ready in five minutes!” “you should’ve fucking knocked! dont rush me,” you grab him back down and fix his smeared face paint, “you feelin’ ok? still nervous?” you quickly go over where it was messed up, “uh uh, s’like you knock it right out of me, might just be my good luck charm.” you smile as he tries not to, humming.

“well if it helps you, we can do whatever you want. go out, be great ok?” you kiss him once more as you stand up with him, following him to the door and hopping on your underwear, cum still leaking.

“im’a be a amazin’ all for you,” he walks out and they all look at you two, and you didnt even fix your makeup, so you got the worst of it. but euronymous just waved his hand at the stares from his band mates and says a small “lets go.” making you smile as you walk your way off the where the crowd resides.

heheeeee I loved this one, love my boyfriend🤫 (hes not real) i love including hellhammer hes so cute😭hope u enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #x black reader #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut

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etoiile · 6 months

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"BE BRAVE"

starring chigiri hyoma!

synopsis: after being your roommate for a little over half a year, chigiri can say without a doubt that he's never met someone like you. you're sweet, funny, and just a great friend. but what happens when he wants to be more than that?

warning(s): not proofread but im p sure i didnt grammar correctly, mild swearing, gender neutral reader

notes: i want him your honor

"im back.." you mumbled, kicking off your shoes and practically throwing yourself onto the couch.

"well, dont you sound energetic." he joked as he turned off his phone and sat down next to you. "rough day?"

"ugh you cant even begin to imagine." you grumbled. "shit day. start talking. distract me."

"hmm..." he thought. "my day was pretty uneventful. i got let out early and just caught up on some stuff."

"who were you texting earlier? got any tea?" you questioned sleepily with a yawn. gossip sessions with chigiri were your absolute favorite. whenever he texted someone, there was usually some sort of news. plus, he gossiped like a girl and you were here for it. (sorry but chi is just so freaking canonically girlypop)

"nah. i wish, though. just talking to my older sister about some... stuff." he trailed off, racking his brain for a new subject.

"you hungry?" he asked, motioning towards the kitchen.

"yeah. will you carry me?" you asked tiredly, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. you were too tired to move on your own.

chigiri rolled his eyes at you, but still let you climb onto his back regardless.

as he carried you to the kitchen, he couldn't help the way his heart would leap out of his chest every time you left out a sleepy groan or would shift a little in his hold before nuzzling into his back. he couldn't help but imagine being here with you, in this apartment, though not as roommates or even friends, but lovers. he couldn't help how he could never be mad at you, despite what he'd say. he couldn't help how every time you did literally anything, he could feel himself falling deeper in love with you.

"well, think about it this way, chi." his sister had texted. "you've got two choices before you. confess or dont. correct?"

"yeah"

"WRONG. there's only one choice. by doing nothing, youre doing nothing but self torture. you'll always be thinking about how much you want to hold her but cant, and you'll have to watch her go on dates and even get ready for them. obvi, thats no fun. imo, just go for it, honestly. gotta be brave, yk?"

at the time, chigiri said something along the lines of, "maybe i will, maybe i wont. we'll see." before turning off his phone to greet you.

now, as he thinks about his feelings, he's never been more sure. he's never felt this way about anybody else before. its not like his past relationship where it was thrilling and exciting but exhausting. the way he feels with you is different. you feel safe. warm. comforting. you feel like a warm, sunny breeze after a cold rain. you feel like home. you feel like warmth. you feel like love.

he gently set you down at the kitchen counter before heading to the fridge.

"we dont have much food because SOMEBODY forgot to buy groceries." he teased. "we have fruit, eggs, bread, tobiko roe, rice, and instant ramen."

"yeah, yeah. anyways.." you then started batting your lashes at him like a maniac. "would you mind making me some ramen, my dear, sweet chichi?"

chigiri's heart leapt at the use of the word "my." he could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he quickly turned around.

"yeah, yeah, as you command." he rolled his eyes (for the 349348th time) and got to work.

"dont forget the eggs!"

"just be brave," his sister had said.

pfft. "just be brave?" give him a break! it just wasn't that simple. he couldn't risk the friendship most beloved to him. he just couldn't!

he watched as the seasoning gently bubbled with the noodles as he gently stirred the pot with a pair of wooden chopsticks, humming along to a tune he'd heard on your playlist absentmindedly.

"CHIGIRI?!" you suddenly yelped, clearly taken aback.

"what? is something wrong?" he asked calmly but concerned, praying that you weren't hurt as he set down the chopsticks and ran to you.

his cheeks were met by your palms as you squished his face together. "you're humming "cruel summer" by taylor swift! ive done it! youre a swiftie!" you let go as you squealed and leaped for joy, jumping about.

"chigiri's a swiftie! chichi is a swiftie!"

he chuckled as he watched your antics when suddenly, you crashed into him as you jumped.

you looked up from his chest and were met with his gorgeous pink orbs. it stunned you for a moment. they were so captivating, like they were gently chorusing a beautiful melody. you felt yourself sinking into them when suddenly, you realized the position you were in.

there was maybe an inch or two separating your lips from his. flustered, you quickly drew back, though you didnt exactly want to.

"sorry! um, my bad. i was just thinking! about how your eyes? uh... about how taylor swift has... uh... actually, what am i saying I WAS ACTUALLY-" you stammered as you tried to find an excuse for lingering much too long in his arms. staring into his beautiful eyes. on his chest. his muscular, toned, delicious... STOP.

suddenly, chigiri felt something. it wasn't embarrassment, it wasn't anxiety, it was... bravery.

gently gliding over to your flustered and still stammering figure, chigiri took your hands and looked you in the eye, freezing you.

"y/n, youre my one of my best friends." he said, his melodic voice gently wafting through the air. he then gently leaned down to your ear and in a low whisper, said:

"the thing is though, i dont want you like a best friend."

you were left frozen.

"a lyric from "dress." not bad, am i right?" he asked with a sly grin.

as the great taylor swift said, (in "its time to go") when the words of a sister come back in whisper, he realized that his sister was, as much as he hated to admit it, right. all he needed was to be brave.

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

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roosterforme · 1 year

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ok so i have some like drama & i need a little advice if u wouldn’t mind😅 (also fair trigger warning at the end i do mention someone ik having suicidal thoughts so if you’re not comfortable i understand)

so i’m 21 but i got ahead in school (i finished my undergrad last spring & im currently in grad school) & over the summer i decided to join the “party” scene (mostly bc i felt like finishing early + covid robbed me of my college years) (also worst mistake of my life bc that was the worst summer i’ve ever had)

i ended up coming out of the summer w/ little bit of a drinking problem as well. fast forward to nov, my friend group split into 2 groups bc one liked another & he didn’t like him back. so obvi i go w/ one friend bc he’s my bff & this girl i didn’t know all that well “joins” our “side”. she’s 24 almost & the complete opposite to me (not saying that it’s bad it’s just i’m a rlly studious/reserved person most of the time, call me boring i would prefer to stay home & watch a shitty movie where as she is big into partying & super outgoing)

i wanted to distance myself from her before the friend group broke up just bc i knew we didn’t have a lot in common + she also belittled me & tried to force me into her own habits sometimes (making fun of my obsession w/ top gun, joking abt the one guy she knows i’ve been w/ when she’s been w/ guys way worse, making fun of me for liking taylor swift, screaming at me for not finishing the rest of a bottle of liquor (we had already drank half of it earlier) at 6 am when the party ended 3 hours prior, trying to get me to do molly/coke when i told her no so many times)

so anyways, finally like 2 days ago she called my friend & i a loser bc we both used dating apps to find guys instead of going to bars or something (idk why he would be a loser, he’s not even 21 yet, how’s he gonna get inside the bar??) (i’m also usually pretty non confrontational, esp w/ her bc ik she can get heated but i was severely sleep deprived/stressed) so i told her if we’re losers than what is she since the last guy she was in love w/ & met at a bar had gone to jail & was currently going back soon. all she said was that she wasn’t gonna talk to us the rest of the week & i didn’t even respond bc i didn’t care. the next day my other friend in the gc was like “u should talk to so & so” & i was like listen idc anymore & he tried saying he knew i cared when i don’t… i even told him i don’t have time to care (since i’m in grad school + working & the only free time i have is used for tgm tumblr or tiktok😭) i mean he shouldn’t rlly be all that surprised since i had told him in october i was gonna distance myself from her bc our lifestyles/morals (she literally drinks & drives & does not care) just weren’t the same.

my thing is, am i a cunt for just like ghosting her?? i was already planning on it so long ago. i thought maybe i could try to stick it out w/ her but i just couldn’t, esp when she just didn’t try to understand why i’ve had to give up certain things bc of my schooling/career path (she’s never gone to college + her job is… well her coworkers are 16-18 while she is 24 if that says anything). it was also rlly hard to deal w/ her constant texts abt wanting to die/kill herself (i’ve tried helping as much as i could, but as someone who has dealt w/ thoughts abt that stuff & out of recovery it’s hard to be around someone with them) she has tried to snap me twice w/ pics & i just left her on open but idk, i probably am a bitch tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️

Nope, ghost away, nonny. Ghost away.

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iconwannabe · 2 years

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i think the reason i try to crack jokes about my insecurities when talking to a person I'm not too close with/ an acquaintance/mutual is because to gain some sort of power over them like to give subtle hints that i know you're probably thinking this in your mind rn so I'm going to go ahead and make jokes about it to let yk that it does not bother me at all so before you make judgements know that it will have no effect on me.

but what i don't realise is that half of the time people don't even notice these “insecurities“ until i obviously point out. or sometimes “our insecurities“ are pretty normal to others because they too have them but don't consider them as insecurities.

and what i dont realise is that doing this will only allow others to belittle and humiliate me in my presence and in others' thus allowing more people to do the same because they obvi think im totally ok w it. and i can go on put a smile, laugh out loud, pretend that i find it funny but deep down only i know how much it hurts lol and asking them to stop isn't of any help most of the time because 1) hardly few will understand and stop. 2) i will be named over dramatic.

so in conclusion, this unhealthy “coping mechanism“ / “self defense method“ that i have turns 360° to come back and haunt me.

#today i vent #iconwannabe #rant #insecurities #coping mechanism #knowledge #self care #self love #healing

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selznick · 1 year

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idk fucking know.rant ig??? not big idk

but like i ibly rlly have 1 friend that im close to and thats ive opened up to about my austism and ocd like even a bit,,,,, and like my autism is fine or whatever and sure sometimes idk how to deal with people but its fine and we joke so its cool but my ocd is like,, a legit problem for me that I dont joke about but they will,,,, like sometimes i will casually mention it around them but they will joke abt it and like kool whatever,, ocd isnt happenong rn so idc ig

but like she was telling me how she went to a hincent van gogh exhibit abt his life and depression and how she cried at the 'ear'aser in the giftshop after, , and like its a hood point,,, people like to portray him cutting off his ear as like some cutesy joke or romantic gesrure and not like a seriours mental break down and self harm,,, which like cool she cares abt mental health and uknow the seriousness of it all

except when its roght in front of her??? like i messaged her when i wanted to pour boiling water on my foot to 'clean' it and half my brain was fully on board with it and the other half was like no that will make ot worse stop,,, so i messaged her as like idk a reaching out for some sort of help or distraction from my stupif fukcing brain,,, and she was just like,, no why would you do that? and was just argueing with me,, like thats not logical,,,, and I FUCKIING KNOW THAT WHY DO U THINK THERE ISNT BOILING WATER ON MY FOOT WHILE IM TEXTING U,,, and shes just like but why would u eevn think that,, like rememeber ur precious vincent van gogh and his fucking ear and my fuxking ocd,, and shes just like,, ohhh

and i talk to her when i was worried about getting sepsis from a small cut on my toe,, and shes just like no ur fine, uve not got sepsis obvi,, and like i brought it up again cuz its the only thing my brain would think of,, and she got annoyed that i kept bringing it up and now she fuxking jokes about me being obsessed with sepsis and that i just always think i have sepsis

like sorry my brain literally cant stop worrying abt this shit,, sorry i have phantom pains from my ocd that make me worry more and continue the fucking cycle

anyway today i was like ugh im gonna have a headache after yards,, could just feel one starting before it uknow,, and shes like just drink from the water fountain,, and i tell her i cant bcuz there was like a weird bottle on it and other debris around it and my ocd cant handle that,,, and she just tells me to drink from it and that its not an issue,, and when i was like ya no my ocd rmemeber she says shed drink some from it and then i could becuz were liek made from the same stuff so same body,,, and like how can i explain in a concise way that ya u can drink it fine but u r not me with stupid brain disease that doesnt care for logical conclusions and that no we dont have the same body were not even related and the fact i was vomiting for like an entire day not too long ago so my brain has been pretty weird abt it since,, and i cant so i instead say smth like,, no were not the same body and i was sick at christmas and i would still feel ill or throw up because my brain placebo would still fuck it up

she still pushes me to just drink from the fountain cuz its not a big issue but like to me it is,, another friend had a water bottle and offered me some amd that end the conversation so thank god they were there otherwise id have to argue my own thoughts to someone,,, do you srsly think i want my actions to b this illogical,, no i want to just live and be able to carry on without brain worms controlling what i can and cant do

but like its so frustrating to have to argue logic and reason with my own brain,, i dont want to have to have the same arguement with a friend that cant seem to understand how much it affects me because im not currently screaming crying and cutting my limbs off

and it sucks becuz shes like the only person i an talk to but she just doesnt understand and doesnt seem to care

my finger has a cut on it at the moment,, similar to my toe,, and its fucking with my brain,, only thing i can rlly think of,, but i cant talk to the one person i can talk to becuz its just an annoyance to her and i should just get iver it,,, not like i can feel other pain in parts of my body that my brain is relating to it and not like i had to convince myself that my gums were a normal colour (they were) and not blue black,,,, but i cant even just b like o ya my brain thinks im dying can u distracct me cuz shes just be weird about my mental health and bring it up later as a joke

but i dont rlly joke abt my ocd,, i make some nokes abt having it but not my actual symptoms and i feel weird eevn fully talking abt it in case someone find out, doesnt take it serious and doesn something on purpose to spite/upset me,, so for her to make jokes abt my symptoms without even showsing any sympathy while im going through them just fukcing sucks,,, and like ive not daid anything bcuz idk how to breatch that topic,,,,, ummm i think u dont care abt my mental health and it makes me not want to ever talk to u abt it but at the same time ur the only person i can talk to abt it and the jokes make me super uncomfy please inhenrently knpw what my brain needs thanks,, i just,, ik shell be like sorry im not good at reading ppl so i didnt realise cuz thats what she said abt the van gogh and me boiling water foot thing ,,,, like babes u know abt my asd and ocd and im currently telling u abt my distressing thoughts,,, thats not people skills im fucking telling u im going through it like RIGHT NOW and u just do not care

ok this rant was bigger than i thought,, oop

my arm aches now and i need to frind smth to ditract me from the urge to chop ny finger off 🙃🙃🙃

#long post #rant about my asd and ocd and my friend

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feketeribizli · 3 years

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(throws a rock at you) stop reblogging my old art

#It Is Embarrassing #also do yall not have taste? shit looks awful lol #like im so sorry but when someone reblogs my art from three years ago saying shit like op your style is so good...#are we looking at the same thing lmao #obvi im joking but only half joking #hazel.txt

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uno-writing · 2 years

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ok ok um

main cast favorite video games

also im half compelled to try some pb + brown sugar (im very picky and i refuse to try peanut butter so idek what it tastes like)

I'm picky as well and I've got lots of sensory issues, especially with food. For me peanut butter's one of my safe foods. Depending on what type you get the taste changes. The only one I really like is Jif smooth lmao Its a little salty and its a nutty taste (obvi lmao) but its right on the line. Like depending on what you pair it with it tastes sweet or salty- I'm sorry I'm rambling about peanut butter so much

If you like little cronch in food (think the texture of wet sand) and kinda sweet/salty taste then you should try it. I recommend mixing it together really good :D :D🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖📦🌻🥀🥒🧃🍰🌮

Seraphina: Slappy Pig but aside from that she probs doesn't have a favorite. Like it'd have to be a game that keeps you focused and doesn't take a lot of grinding to play it. So probs FPS?

John: He's a big fan of Mario games

Arlo: Animal Crossing

Remi: RDR2. Everyone thinks she plays it like a horse game but she's vicious in it.

Blyke: The Last of Us 2. He really likes the storyline and he thinks the game is super pretty.

Isen: I really wanna say he likes Fortnite unironically. Dont get me wrong. He started playing it as a joke. But then he slowly got hooked on it.

#unordinary #unordinary seraphina #unordinary john #unordinary arlo #unordinary remi #unordinary blyke #unordinary isen #unordinary headcanon #berriwords

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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My Hero

Dabi x Reader Warnings: Fluff, angst, very lovely romantic smut, swearing, violence but like punching walls and shit nothing big, Dabis backstory isn't spoiled I don't reveal his last name I swear, when he cries it's not like crying (obvi no tear ducts) but like the kind of crying where you’re crying but no tears come out

to use: input your name as y/n, I don't use your quirk in this. To input your quirk use y/q. To change different things click “change something other than y/n” and follow the directions.

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@issamomma I hope it's tolerable ❤️

“Hey! I see your requests are open. In light of all the recent spoilers, can I ask for something very sappy and self indulgent? Can I get a large fluff angst Dabi combo where he goes off about being the most powerful villain but all he ever wanted to be was a hero and the only time he’s ever truly felt like a good man and like he’s #1 is with y/n? With a side of mild romantic smut but hold the gluten? Thanks. 💕🙏🏻 If not, no worries. I’m gonna stalk your page and read more of your stuff now.”

This story is like compressed if that makes sense for some reason my brain just smashed everything that happens into one day 😃🔫

Honestly, I might write another version? Idk but I CANT START OVER AGAIN

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“G’morning Dabi, ” you said, rolling over to hold him.

When you were met with a Dabi-free bed, panic immediately set in.

You peeked through the door, “Dabi?” you called

“Right here, babe, ” he said from the kitchen.

The smell of syrup filled your nose, and you realized that Dabi, the number two villain, was making you pancakes. Your bare feet hit the soft carpet as you walked to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed the back of his left shoulder.

“You are amazing, Dabi, ” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, don't get sappy y/n, ” he said.

You ran your hands up and down his stomach, taking a deep breath to smell his cologne.

“Stop distracting me y/n they're gonna burn, ” he grumbled.

“Fine, fine!” You said.

You let go of him to put on a pot of coffee only to see that he had made coffee just the way you like.

“Jeez, did you kill a puppy or something because if so, apology accepted, ” you said.

“No, I didn't kill a fucking puppy. I just wanted to do something nice for you, ” he said, “but if youre gonna make it a big deal everytime-”

“Nope, nevermind, I'll be quiet, ” you interrupted.

Dabi finished making breakfast, and you both sat down at the table. He was quite proud of himself, seeing you smile at him when you first came down, feeling you wrap your arms around him, kissing him. It made his chest feel warm and light. Don't get the wrong idea. He’d never do anything like this for anyone else, no matter what. Only you, he was only soft for you. He even washed the dishes saying that “it was more meaningful if I do them myself, ”

You sat in the living room, talking about anything and everything. It had taken the better part of three years, but Dabi was an open book. He had cried on your shoulder, you had watched him bleed. You had stapled him together, watched him go about all his villainous deeds, and never, ever judged him. You were the best thing to happen to him. y/n y/l/n, or preferably when finally proposed (if you know his last name, please put it into interactive fics) y/n d/l/n. (Dabis last name)

You got up and felt your feet get caught on the rug but before you could hit the floor, Dabi’s arms wrapped around you.

You laughed as you steadied yourself, “my hero, ”

He froze, “your hero?”

“Yeah, that's what I said, ” you responded.

“A hero, ” he spat, “are you fucking kidding?”

“No Dabi that's not what I-” you started.

“Shut the fuck up y/n, I'm not your fucking ‘hero,’” he sneered, “im the greatest fucking villain of all time. That man child is a joke, ”

(ouch 😐)

“No please Dabi just listen, ” you said.

“No, you listen, y/n. I can't be your fucking hero. I fucking kill people. That's my life youre just a delusional little girl who wants someone to save her. That's. Not. Me, ” he said.

“Please baby I just, ” you tried.

His fist hit the wall, and his other knocked over a vase as it shattered, “I told you to listen! I'm not here to save you. I could burn this whole fucking house to the ground with you in it if I wanted to. You shouldn't be around me y/n. I can't do anything right I'll just hurt you I can't keep you safe, ” he started to unravel.

“I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone; I just wanted to be a hero. I just wanted to help. But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't,” he broke, “please, please, I didn't mean it I just I love you, and I can't lose you. I'm sorry ill get you a new vase; I'll cook your favorite food. We can get that dumb cat you saw in the store anything y/n. I wanted to be a hero y/n I wanted to go to that dumb school and help people, but I can't. It's all ruined, ruined ruined ruined, ” he started to sob, sliding down to the floor.

“I just want it to stop. Please make it stop y/n it hurts everything hurts, ” he ran his hands over the burns and picked at the staples.

“Baby no, don't pick at them, ” you said pulling his hands away.

Was he an asshole? Yeah, yeah, he was. But he always had to get angry before he got sad. He was never taught how to express it. That wasn't any excuse, but he was never violent, and he always always regretted it. So you sat next to him, letting him sob and sob into your chest.

“Please let me make it up to you, ” Dabi begged, leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, “please I'm so sorry, let me make it all better y/n let me make you feel good, baby, look just stay here let me make it special, ” he said running upstairs.

Ten minutes later, he picked you up, carrying you up the stairs. He set you down, and you looked around. The room smelled like roses and it was warm from the candles that illuminated the room.

“Dabi, ” you whispered, “this, this is perfect, ”

You turned to him as he pulled his shirt over his head, giving you access to his chest and stomach. You ran your hands up and down his chest rubbing over his nipple gently. He groaned.

“No baby, lemme take care of you, ” he said, “I've got wine and everything; let's make a night out of it yeah?”

You grinned, “mmm yeah, red?”

“You know I hate white wine y/n, ” he said, “I want to ask you while youre sober, are you okay with all of this?”

“Yes, ” you kissed him and mumbled against his lips, “I'm very sure, ”

He opened the bottle, “open up, baby girl, ”

You opened your mouth and he held your chin, pouring the wine into your mouth.

“There we go, ” he said, taking a couple of swigs.

You pulled him to the bed, smiling. You drank some more wine together, getting needier.

“Please please please, ” you begged, “please I need it,”

He kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth. It tangled with yours, exploring your mouth as his pants got tighter. Your hands gripped his hair. You pulled harshly, causing him to groan. He pulled you into his lap, moving your crotch over his clothed erection. He moaned into your mouth as he moved your hips. He wasn't the only one moaning as his hands traveled up your shirt.

He groped your tits through your bra, still frantically moving against you. He moved to your back, rubbing slow circles onto it. His fingers were rough and calloused but so gentle, letting his nails graze your back from time to time, making you shiver. They moved up your back until they reached your bra, trying to take it off.

He pulled away, “this stupid fucking thing, can you turn around?”

You turned, “you want to get my shirt while youre at it?”

“Oh I would love to take off your shirt, ” he smirked.

His hands and the soft fabric brushed your stomach as Dabi lifted your shirt. Next, your chest was set free as your bra fell on the bed. Immediately his hands were on you, pinching and rubbing your nipples, still grinding against you. Your moans mixed, nearly harmonizing, and you were only half-naked. He helped you out of your pants, rubbing your clit through your panties.

You moaned, ”n-not fair you don't even have your pants off, ”

He chuckled, “you want my pants off?”

You nodded, reaching for the zipper. He stopped your hand, moving to stand in front of you, pulling his pants down and stepping out of them. You grabbed his bulge through his boxers, causing him to hiss. You could feel it throbbing and decided to show mercy by getting rid of his underwear. It bobbed briefly touching his stomach. You couldn't help but stare, the head was an angry red with precum oozing out of it.

“Are you fucking drooling?” he laughed.

“N-no, ” you said, still staring.

He moved closer, the tip nudging your lips. You opened them enough to wrap around the head and suck gently. You let your tongue press against the tip, licking up and down slowly. He moaned shamelessly.

“No, no, lemme do it, baby f-fuck, ” he groaned as you pulled away.

He laid you down on your back. He got on top of you.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered, “I love you, ” before easing the first part of himself into you.

“I love you too- f-fuck Dabi, oh my god, ” you moaned, throwing your head back.

He grabbed your chin to make you look him in the eyes as he bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dug into his sides as you moaned for him to ‘just please fucking move Dabi.’ and move he did, thrusting in and out of you slowly. He left your faces a centimeter apart, foreheads still pressed together. He let you feel all of him; his piercing dragged over your soft walls, right over that perfect spot. Your back arched and closed the nonexistent space between you.

He sped up, unable to control himself. Your nails raked over his back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, ” he mumbled into your neck.

His thrust became sloppier as the pleasure built up inside of you. It filled you up until it burst, coaxing something close to a scream from you that Dabi muffled with his lips on yours. He left you panting and flushed. Begging him to slow down, but he was too busy chasing his own high as you chanted his name religiously. He cried out as his hips snapped against yours giving you so much pleasure it was nearly painful.

He began to make your favorite sounds. Whimpering and high-pitched whines escaped him. He was so sweet and needy when he was right on the edge, throwing his head back only to press it to yours again. He began to babble about how good it is, so wet, hot, tight, perfect for his cock. He came with a scream like moan as you felt hot liquid fill you. He was left panting and thrusting until he began to soften.

“Apology accepted, ” you whispered.

He chuckled, “thanks babe,”

You pulled him in for a kiss. After you pulled away, he pulled you to his chest. His arms were wrapped around you, covering everything the blanket couldn't, keeping you warm and protected. Dabi kissed your forehead and raked his fingers through your hair scratching your scalp with his nails. You hummed softly, running your fingers over his chest and stomach.

“Night y/n, I love you,”

You smiled and whispered, “i love you too Dabs, ”

#dabi my hero academia #mha dabi #dabi fanfic #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #dabi x you #dabi imagine #dabi #dabi angst #dabi fluff #mha angst #fluff #angst #smut

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scatterpatter · 3 years

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So guess who stayed up to finish these and didnt have the patience to wait until tomorrow to post!!!

Some designs for the Smithy Gang for Weapon Fam AU: An smrpg au where Geno is Smithy’s son, leaving him a strange half-Weapon half-Star hybrid... and also leaves him as half-siblings with the entire Smithy Gang because Yes Smithy Adopted Them All, Fight Me

I infodump about their designs versus canon under the cut because they were really fun!!!

Yaridovich!

Yari is the oldest of the siblings, and I really wanted to convey “strict older bro” vibes. In canon Yari’s probably the one who intimidated me the most, while most of the other Smithy Gang were Goofballs(which is not a bad thing! It IS a Mario game XD)

When designing him, my biggest complaint was that it looks like he’s wearing a goddamn diaper, so Stella suggested giving him a kilt instead... AND IT WAS SO GALAXY-BRAINED HOW COULD I SAY NO! I took the kilt look a step further and even added a fly plaid over his shoulder! Straightened the posture, darkened some colors for a more intimidating/sinister look, and tattered up the cape for Drama~ Honestly this one’s my favorite design

Geno!

IM SORRY FANDOM, I JUST- I KNOW ITS A JOKE THAT HE DOESNT WEAR CLOTHES BUT I JUST- I JUST WANTED TO GIVE HIM AN OUTFIT ;_; I really wanted to give him something casual but practical: you know something to go adventuring in. You’ll tear space-cape from my cold dead hands. Also some extra curls sticking out because why not!

Growing up with the Smithy Gang, Geno would obvi have a different palette of clothing to more match them, but when turning “traitor” to help save Star Road, he’d don a more star-like look to get everyone in the Mushroom Kingdom to trust him more

Bowyer!

OUGH. This one gave me the most hell- WHAT IS THAT CANON DESIGN???? The biggest things I kept in mind while coloring was: 1- I wanted more metallic pieces so that he fit the look of the Weapons more and didn’t stick out as much, and 2- wanted to give him more of an archer look- hence the quiver and bracers!

Made his tail more tail-like, de-saturated the colors to something a little more forest-fitting and les eye-straining, smoothed out a lot of the... whatever bumpiness is going on in the original design... went with more a Sonic look for his mouth/cheeks/whatever that hell is supposed to be. Oh! Nearly forgot! Pulled the classic “their eyes are one color in the art, and another color in the game, so I guess they’re heterochromatic now”

This one’s still up to change, I’m not as happy with this as I am with, say, Yari, but I still like what I came up with so far!

The Axems!

I only drew Red cuz I’m lazy- the rest look about the same, just with slightly different body types like in canon and their respective colors. My biggest beef with the Axems was that they’re clearly supposed to be teenagers(like cuz of the Power Rangers ripoff), but in the game they look like toddlers and... honestly it’s hard to take them seriously XD

So one day when thinking of designs, I thought to a character in FNaF called Lolzhax, who looks roughly like this. I thought to myself “Hey, what if the Axems had a Lolzhax-type of body type?” And I doodled it and... Lo and behind, I think it really works! Also slightly inspired by Axem Rangers X from SMBZ, of course. I wanted them to have that ARX look while still looking something relatively close to canon XD

Green comes to nearly Bowyer’s height, Pink is a little taller than Red, Black is about Geno’s height, and Yellow’s somewhere between Geno and Mack, def closer to Geno in height tho

Mack!

The baby of the sibs! This one I admittedly deviated the most from canon design with, but... I like this design, sue me! I wanted something less “a devil in a red bodysuit and green shoes” and more “a rogue machine who actually looks like he’d use knives”. Darkened the palette to reflect the “rogue” goals, and like Bowyer, added a few more mech-ish points to fit the overall group look of “yes we’re weapons not organics”

... I really hope you guys like them, I just really like this au a lot and could make a whole powerpoint on the story potentials itd open up and- >~<

#my art #smrpg #weapon fam au #smithy gang #geno #ill srb this in the mornin dont worryyyy

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matoitech · 4 years

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also yes i do not know how aware of it the promare writers were but galo is like 100% written autistic n that shows not only in the movie n how he is, n how chars in universe treat him, but also w how the movie itself treats him n fans treat him.. its like, depressingly poetic how galo was targeted for terrible treatment within the narrative bc of these traits, and how OUTSIDE of the narrative galo was targeted for those same traits. u could write an essay on how well written of an autistic character galo is and u dont even have to just use him or the characters within the narrative to justify it, half your mountain of evidence is in how neurotypicals immediately zeroed in on him JUST like they do w real life neurodivergents lol. u know that thing where u dont even have to know ur autistic for allistics to know n treat u like shit for it, even if they have like, no idea whats ‘wrong w u’ theyre still like Youre Not Personing Correctly. this sounds nuts but im right. obvi not comparable to real life treatment but also like Its Very Interesting How Much It Parallels It. everyones seen how fandoms treat, for lack of a better term, ‘nd coded’ characters, this is not something new, but it was so obvious w promare n i havent seen anyone but other autistics talk abt it so i think ppl should! ppl can say the jokes arent serious as much as they want but when ive heard ppl say those same ‘jokes’ to me im not gonna rly take them well. anyway im like, right about this

#mine #promare #i would rly write a whole essay on this like this shit is kind of fascinating how ppl say theyd never treat a Real autistic person the way #they treat galo And Yet ppl always treat me THE EXACT SAME WAY so like whats the truth here

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vandergeld · 4 years

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hey everyone welcome BACK to my blog , hi , how are ya ? i’m RUZZY ( or ru , rudy idk if thats too much lmAO ) & i have not been apart of a group in 84 years ............ that graphic is so extra but i was bored & first impressions are everything , ANYWHO this is my mans WARNER played by my mans GRAYSON DOLAN , who lacks f’n resources so i gotta work some magic w/ all these gifs on tumblr lmao so any gif icons are noT mine for the most part they’ll be taken from gifs alr created ( s/o 2 the fly hunnies that made ‘em ) anyway ya’ll don’t really care abt me lmao soooooo here’s warner ! PLS feel free to hmu ANYTIME for the plots & things of that nature u could lit never bother me idc , my discord is 𝐫𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐳𝐢#1643 if u everrr need to get ahold of me when im not on tumblr !

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍, cismale, he/his. → look out, there’s 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐃. you know, the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 year old 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 of 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐔. you know, i overheard someone say that they were 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 , 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 and 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃. but that’s just rumours. fresh new pairs of air jordan 1's, the roar of a crowd in a stadium, and lost weekends come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ ruzzy, he/him, 18, est ]

TW : CANCER MENTION , SMOKING MENTION .

// » GENERAL :

FULL NAME : warner evangelino alexander vandergeld ( inspired by the antagonists of white chicks lmaooo ) .

HOMETOWN : new york city , new york .

NICKNAMES : dumbass .

AGE : twenty .

BIRTHDAY : october twenty-first .

ZODIAC : libra .

GENDER : male .

PRONOUNS : he & him .

NATIONALITY : american .

ETHNICITY : german , italian , irish .

LABEL(S) : the golden boy , the lothario , the jock .

TROPE(S) : chick magnet , hormone-addled teenager , unwitting pawn , upper class twit ,

OCCUPATION : college student & collegiate football player & full time frat bro .

FRAT : beta lambada mu .

MAJOR : environmental science .

POS : charming , charismatic , brave , athetic , dedicated , eco-friendly , high-moral compass , book smart , kind , energetic , optimistic , loyal ( most of the time ) , respectful , well-rounded , level-headed , ambitious , debonair , life of the paty .

NEG : compulsive , easily-influenced , dimwitted , hypersexualized , problematic , addictive , rebellious , bemused , defensive , clingy , hopeless-romatic , overly-competitive , envious .

INSP : nate archibald ( gossip girl )

// » PAST :

warner was born & raised in the city that never sleeps and is the product of evangeline moretti-vandergeld , an intelligent american-italian socialite turned environmental politician , and captain william vandergeld , a former navy captain , and now a shareholder in some boring fortune 500 company that allowed his wife and son to live an affluent , and privileged life . his mother however , was the real deal , often using their sum of wealth to donate to multiple charities , organizations , etc, she was dedicated to keeping new york city ( and all who lived there ) clean and safe , and she instilled those same values onto her son.

some people are born lucky , and others , lucky to be born . warner was the first option . his childhood was nothing short of happiness , and happiest days were with his mother , for as long as he could remember , any happy moment in his childhood was faded right into her.

things took a drastic change his freshman year of ( private obvy lmao ) high-school . warner’s mother was diagnosed with breast cancer , and little to his knowledge , it wasn’t looking pretty from the start . she was frequently in and out of the hospital for a few months at a time and it was not looking good on any fronts . one day when she went to the hospital it seemed like she never left , maybe she didn’t , those days were a blur for warner to be honest . watching his mother lose life , every single day was not a task he was up for .

by then it was just warner and his father , they were all they had in the big city . ( when he wasn’t always away on business ) warner grew up in that big luxy town house all by himself , with the company of loyal maids , chefs , and nannies of course . but in high school , the more he really submerged himself into it , it was a crazy world & he loved it . whilst getting demands from his father in tokyo to attend those boring sailing classes , warner instead headed out to their beach house in the hamptons for an early 20 rager .

warner undoubtedly knew the power he possessed , big man on campus type & it felt good , until about towards the end of his junior year he was honestly all partied out , but of course reputation is everything , in order to keep up thats when he picked up the real ugly habits , that were of course fun . smoking numerous amounts of marijuana , various girls in - and - out every other day was a feeling like no other , he knew it was wrong , he knew his mom would be ashamed , him doing all these things and not carrying on her legacy in some way . but he couldn’t help himself in a all honesty , and no doubt some of that transitioned over in college .

// » AES :

lost weekends partying , chicken wings & french fries , air jordan 1′s , gucci guilty cologne , friday night lights , clouds of smoke & red eyes , diamond encrusted jewelry glistening under bright lights in a dark room , nike sweatsuits , game winning moves , new york city at night , hamptons in the summer , spring break in miami , impulsive decisions .

// » TL;DR :

( and some stuff i probably missed oops ) warner is a conflicted mama’s boy who knows half the shit he does is wrong but can’t stop . after his mothers passing he had an absent father who seemed to always be away on business , only in town for a month or two , missing his sons’ multiple feats to keep himself distracted from the fact that his wife was no longer with them. created immense daddy issues for warner , especially since he was a standout football star & 2x stage champ in high school , and is currently playing collegiality for the irish , with dreams of making it in the nfl cause screw his dad he don’t wanna go 2 the navy , or work for dat company # not gonna happen . warner took great advantage of wealth & his fathers absence , but he’s lowkey partied out in college , or so he likes to say but he fakes it ‘till he makes it bc he doesn’t his brothers to think he’s lame . HE’S LIVING FOR EVERYBODY BUT HIM BASICALLY .

// » HEADCANONS :

warner is on a football scholarship majoring in environmental science bc although he most likely won’t do shit w/ da degree its for mommy .

he can EASILY be manipulated or taken advantage of , he’s book smart but lowkey dumber than a fucking box of rocks

immastonerbyyoungthug.mp3 . occasionally , but , more so than that ? he always manages to flush out his system in time if needed be , but he loves 2 roll up # stress relief

a BEAST on that field ( student athlete meme here )

has all the canon gray tattoos bc fuck what dad thinks . he wears a solid 16 inch gold chain , and another of the same length with his moms’ name on it , never fucking takes it off , showers with it cause he can .

ok ........ he rich , but like not i can do whatever i want rich ??? he may not ever have to work a day in his life , but he don’t got the pull u think he does w/ his dumb ass u probably couldn’t even tell he’s got money with his minimalist fashion sense .

he has a higher moral compass than most of his frat bros , but the stupid shit he does , u most likely won’t even be able to tell , he’s definitely a serial romeo and a heartbreaker , one compliment ? he’s ready to drop his pants & fall in love w/ u .

HE DUMB , but like he can talk his way into & out of anything , most of the time , batting those big brown eyes & a million dollar smile has saved his ass on multiple occasions .

// » WANTED CONNECTIONS :

EX-GIRLFRIEND : i’m thinking his first & only “ serious “ relationship while in college . were going pretty steady until he cheated on her ( hmm wc on who he cheated on her w/ ?? ) , she never found out but that guilt ate warner TF UP so he cut things off with her via text message and blocked her number , ignores her any chance he gets ‘till this day , cause he doesn’t have any balls and cannot face his fears .

FRAT BROS : lowkey what i’m MOST excited for asdfgh like whoever is in beta lambada mu hit me the fuck UP so we can discuss dynamics , roomates , allat .

FOOTBALL TEAM : same for above , he’s lowkey cocky & got sly comments when he’s on the field , he constantly humbles himself but can’t helps it , he is hot shit and he knows it , how does his team feel ab that ?? w/ his defensive ass !

GOOD-LUCK CHARM : prolly a girl ( bonus points if a cheerleader ??? im not picky tho i promise if ur muse don’t shake poms idc ) it happened out the blue , they screamed his name while the team was walking out for a game , and she called that he’d get 3 td’s and thats exactly what he did now they joke ab it and shit ( maybe a goodluck kiss b4 games bc its warner lolol ) idk i came up wit it on the spot but i love it.

// » MISC :

i’m a dumbass & this got way longer than i expected but if u made it all the way thru ily .

#clovers.intro #♔ — ∞ ⁞ @ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐃 ↱ OOC.#im so srry this a novel #but woot woot im so excited !!!!

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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Royal Protection - Part 4

MASTERLIST

(hello welcome to this chap, i feel like its drawn out and im SORRY but i just needed things to be added so its more clear in fiture chapters. promise next one will def be more angsty and ben will obvi be in it a lot more so get readyyyy)

Word Count: 2,070

The blood had drained from your face, leaving you confused and pale. You stare at your parents, motionless as your mind goes crazy.

“What did you just say?” you barely whisper, shocked you were able to find your voice.

Your mother looks to your father quickly as they both take a step towards you.

“We received a letter early this morning,” starts your mother.

You can clearly tell she’s trying hard to hold back tears as she speaks. Your father notices this as well as he gently places his hand on her lower back.

“It stated some things that made us very concerned for your safety. You’re our daughter first and a princess second, which is why… Which is why your father and I believe it’s best if you weren’t in the country. At least until everything is figured out.”

Your brows knit together as you slowly shake your head.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” you quietly say. “I have to leave the country? Bloody where to!?” you half shout.

Your mother jumps a bit and exhales, trying to calm down.

“You can’t look suspicious at all. We’ll have to change your wardrobe, possibly your hair, your-”

“My hair!? What is this? The witness protection!? It was one stupid letter, it couldn’t have been that bad! People make threats all the time and they never go through with it!”

“But they’ve never made threats against you!” yells your father, catching you off guard.

He exhales and takes a step towards you.

“Y/n, please… We have everything already set up. Joseph actually helped us all morning with it. You fly out today and-”

“Fly where?” you ask, holding your breath.

Your mother takes in a deep breath before speaking.

“United States. More specifically, Kentucky.”

Your eyes open wide as your mouth falls open. You take a few steps back and run into Ben, freezing. His hands gently grab your arms to help steady you. You repeatedly shake your head.

“Kentucky!? Like the chicken?” you ask, causing you to feel Ben chuckle against you.

You look up to him fast and narrow your eyes, causing his scrunched up face to go serious. You look back to your parents and they’re looking at one another, their eyes speaking to each other. They look back to you and nod.

“You’ll be safe there. There’s a small town, with not a lot of people. It’s perfect. A motel has been rented out for as long as we need it for. Your bags are being packed as we speak.”

“What did the letter say?” you ask quickly, making everyone in the room go silent.

You look over to Lucy and her face is filled with fear as she looks lost in her own train of thought.

“That’s for us to know.” says your mother.

“No! It was about me, so I feel as if I should be able to know what it said!”

“Money.” says your father fast, not wanting another argument to break out. “They wanted money, my love. And they said they would use you to get it. That’s all I’m saying.”

“How much?” you ask, knowing you were pushing your limits.

Your father rolls his eyes and leans against his desk.

“794,070 pounds is what they demanded. About a million in U.S dollars. Last time, that’s all I’m saying. Now, please,” he begs. “Let Lucy help you get ready. You have one hour.”

Your shoulders slump as you hear the doors behind you open up, telling you it’s time to exit the room. You slowly turn around and stare at the floor as you walk by Ben, not daring to glance up at him. Lucy is beside you in a second, wrapping her arm around yours and gently squeezing it. The three of you make your way back to your bedroom and inside. Ben stops just outside your door and turns around, facing the hallway. You watch him for a moment before turning back to Lucy.

“It’s going to be okay.” she says, trying to sound confident.

She was attempting, but failed. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

“I don’t want to go.” you whisper.

She shakes her head fast as tears appear to fill her eyes.

“I don’t want you to go either.” she whispers back. “It’s okay to be scared, y/n.”

You half smile to her.

“Me? Scared? Never.” you reply back, sniffling a bit.

Lucy leans forward and engulfs you into a huge hug. You hold her close to you as you squeeze your eyes shut and open them up, watching for a split second as Ben had his head turned, watching the two of you. He spins around fast and you can’t take your eyes off of him. A new country. A new security guard. A new life? Now you really wish you weren’t a princess.

***

“What do you think?” asks Lucy.

You turn around and stare at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are wide as you look at the tight, dark jeans covering your legs. Princesses were never allowed to wear pants, only dresses or skirts. It feels so odd to be in the castle with this on. You shirt consisted of a black t-shirt with nothing on it. Your shoes were black sneakers, something you were not used to wearing as well. You were about to greet your parents in ten minutes and say your final farewell. Goodbye, I hope to see you when my life’s not in jeopardy. See ya soon, hopefully when the crazy person is caught. You weren’t sure exactly what you would say. Everything was happening too fast, it felt like your head was spinning. You didn’t want to leave, but you didn’t have a choice. You force yourself to smile and turn around to look at Lucy.

“Blends in nicely.” you say, causing her to smile.

“Good! And the ponytail?” she asks, curious.

“Never had my hair in one before. I actually really like it.”

She squeals with happiness as you applaud her wardrobe skills. You look back to yourself in the mirror and admire how the ponytail shows off your face. You felt almost like a new person, which was what they were going for. You turn around fast when there’s a slight knock at your door. Ben’s standing there, paused as he takes in your new look. He catches your eyes and you blush while smiling.

“What do ya think?” you ask, looking down and then back up.

“It looks… Not like a princess, which is good.” he says, standing up straight and clearing his throat. “Princess, your parents are waiting for you in the parlor.”

You smile and roll your eyes as you begin walking towards him.

“It’s y/n.” you tell him, causing the corner of his mouth to raise up for a moment.

Lucy walks past him and raises a brow while smirking, causing him to go back to being serious. You walk and walk until you reach the foyer. Your parents are stood in front of the door, waiting for you. When they spot you, their eyes go wide. They weren’t use to seeing you dressed like this. Your mother had a few tears slip from her eyes.

“Well,” you start, not knowing what to say.

“The car’s waiting for you outside.” says your mother. “Oh! And here,” she says as she hands you a phone.

You look at it confused as you slip yours from your pocket.

“We need your old phone. This one has all of the contacts you will need, so do not be contacting anyone outside of who’s already on there. Understand?” asks your mother firmly.

You nod and hand her your old phone.

“Understand.”

She smiles and looks to Ben.

“Benjamin, this is a lot to put on a person. We thank you so much for this.”

Ben bows his head slightly.

“My pleasure, your highness.”

You raise a brow and look to Ben then back to your parents.

“He’s going with me?” you ask. “I thought Joe would. Or at least them both go.”

“Joseph had agreed to go with, but I am not forcing him to give up his other responsibilities. Benjamin has this covered, don’t you?” asks your father.

“Yes, your majesty.”

Your father smiles and motions to the guards to open the doors for you. A giant, black SUV is waiting outside, in front of the long row of steps. The windows are tinted completely, allowing nobody to see inside. You take in a deep breath as you turn back around and hug your mother, father and Lucy tightly. You didn’t want to let go.

“Alright,” you start. “I guess, um… I’ll see you soon?” you say, fighting back tears.

You couldn’t allow any of them to know how terrified and sad you were. You had to be the strong one, telling them everything will be okay. They smiled sadly to you as your father hugs you once more and kisses the top of your head.

“Strength before fear.” he whispers in your ear, for only you to hear.

You fight the even more strong urge to sob right then and there. You pull away and smile to him, nodding. He cups your face before taking a step back. You begin walking down the castles steps as you reach the SUV. You turn around once more and wave to everyone as they watch, your mother and Lucy both sobbing. Ben opens the car door for you. You look to him and quietly thank him as you slip inside. You buckle up and look out the window, watching as everyone continues to stand there. The smile on your face drops as you hear Ben’s car door open and shut. He slides in next to you and peeks over to watch as you stare out the window. The car begins driving away, causing your heart to break. You feel a tear slide down your cheek, not daring to wipe it away. Your head was turned, knowing Ben couldn’t see it. But he did.

***

“How long is this going to be?” you ask, being buckled in.

You had finally managed to get on the private jet as Ben helps you get settled. His face is leaned down in front of yours as he tries to get your seat belt to work. He looks up for a second, his face only inches away from yours. You both stare at each other a little longer than you should have before he looked back down again. The buckle finally clasps together and he stands up fast.

“About eight hours and thirty five minutes.” he says, taking his seat next to you.

You groan loudly and lean your head back on the seat.

“And the time change is going to be miserable, isn’t it?” you ask.

“Well,” starts Ben, getting buckled in. “It’s 2pm here right now, making it 9am there. Bit of a time change.”

Your once annoyed attitude was now changed to a cheerful, smiley one.

“Well,” you say looking to him. “Just gonna have to pretend we’re on a holiday. A holiday to… Kentucky.”

Ben smiles and laughs a bit, looking over to you. The plane begins moving and you all are about to take off. You look out the window and watch as the runway below you starts drifting away. Ben watches you closely, wishing that he had been chosen for a different job. Not because he didn’t like you. No, the complete opposite actually. He liked you a little too much, causing his concentration to be fogged up a bit.

“Ever been to Kentucky?” you ask, turning to face him.

Ben looks away hoping you didn’t notice his staring. You did. He squints his eyes, pretending to be in deep concentration, making you smile at his failed attempt.

“I don’t think I have. Been to the states before, just not there. Have you been there, princess?” he asks, looking to you.

You roll your eyes playfully and nudge his arm.

“Benjamin, it’s y/n.” you tease.

He smiles at you and catches himself admiring how beautiful your smile is. He clears his head quickly.

“Ben.” he reminds you as well.

You laugh and shake your head, before looking back out the window. Hopefully this plane ride will go by fast. Hopefully these odd feelings you have for your new security guard will too.

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rosyerim · 5 years

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pocket sized!nct dream

basically nct dream but,,,they can fit in your hand,,, also mark isn’t here but I couldn't find a dream gif w/o mark

haechan;

usually sitting ontop of your right shoulder, judging every task you do

“why does your handwriting resemble chicken scratch?”

“your hair is greasy, you should wash it”

“that ramen isn't cooked properly, the water is too hot!”

“haechan I will throw you in the pot”

he shuts up realll quick

but then he's back to whining & will only shut up if you give him half a cookie since he can't finish it whole

he loves a good ole KUWTK marathon but you have to remind him he is not actually Kim kardashian and you’re not his assistant

once he was looking for his your headphones & started snapping his fingers at you to get them lol you weren't happy

he doesn't even have to try but haechan can make you laugh at literally anything he’s just naturally funny

so whenever you’re in a bad mood, the boys send him out to you to sooth you & it usually works lmao

is like your own personal stylist, he makes sure to check out your outfit before you go out anywhere

when he doesn't like it he just gives you a certain look up and down

“you don’t like it? whats wrong w it?”

“that top with those heels? whats right with it?

renjun;

steals your pencils that are basically stubs so he can do some drawing of his own :’((

makes you stay up late with him to watch conspiracy theories about the universe but then falls asleep on your phone screen 20 mins in

loves when you buy little stones for yourself, for like protection & well being, etc and renjun will spends hours wiping them down & researching everything he can on the stones

uses your phone just so he can learn how to do ballet from the comfort of your house but is still too shy to show you a dance routine for now

hates hates scary stuff but insists on watching the documentary about serial killers & afterwards he usually ends up sleeping on the pillow your head is on because he swears he's being watched lol

prefers sleeping in your hoodie pockets but has had one too many near death experiences with you not realising & catching him as he falls out so now you carefully pick up any article of clothing you own

likes the piano tiles app because he can basically play it using his lil feets

he also beats your high score so you're lowkey salty but so long as he’s happy

comes to you first about all his problems & likes to have a lil venting session with you & him cuddled in the armchair, sharing a cup of hot chocolate because he doesn't like bitter things

sometimes when you’re feeling kinda down he sits down on your shoulder & sings to you softly in chinese because he doesn't want you to,,,feel alone,,,my heart,,,,take it(●´□`)♡

jeno;

the quietest boy out of the six and the sweetest little boy ever :’((

brings you flowers he picked out of your neighbours garden covered in dirt because he saw how stressed out you were abt studying & reminds you to drink your water <33

likes to sit on your lap watching morning cartoons, giggling away behind his tiny bowl of cereal

is best friends with the next door neighbours cat yet is deathly allergic to them??

he nearly scared you one morning when you were woken up by jeno’s teeny screams from around your house but turns out he was just riding on the cats back

you ended up having to take care of him for two days since he got super sick

you tried to scold him but he was still on the high from being up so high so he's just like

“okay I'm sorry I won't do it again (｡◝‿◜｡)”

goes on random junk food hunts around your kitchen, can be found eating half a dorito chip in your cupboard at 3am mood

has a newfound love for asmr’s & if you ever lose your phone, worry not because jeno has it & is watching; long nails tapping different objects for two hours, no talking, only sounds

also looooves dancing so he likes free styling with jisung by the radio & gets all shy & blushy when you compliment him

jaemin;

lives in your shirt pocket because its 1) close to your heart & 2) very warm in there & 3) doesn’t have to leave your side!!

loves you v much & expresses it by leaving little pecks on your fingertips :’)))

likes to sleep on your fluffy plushies because its super comfy to him

his favourite is obvi ryan

fave spot is standing on your counter doing the best he can to help you bake sweet treats

imagine him standing holding up a whisk attempting to mix the wet ingredients with the dry ones but ending up falling :((

bub gets sad because he's afraid he messed it up but gets happy again when you set him on decorating the cakes :)) he’s super concentrate & even goes as far as to write your name best he can with icing

if its long then he just writes ur nickname

likes to spend some of his free time reading books

the first time you were really confused on why your english book standing on its spine, had pages opening randomly

turns out it was just jaemin being an intellectual

you end up helping him flick the pages tho after he gets a paper cut :(

he really milks it tho like

“oh no y/n my hand is in pieces, I think im dying ε-(≖д≖﹆)”

but once you give him a hello kitty bandaid & hugs he's okay

chenle;

likes to sit in the palm of your hand & talk to you about how your day went & about how his day went & the birds he saw in the sky today & how he likes ice cream & basically it’s him babbling away to you

but you don't mind it, he's so endearing :’)

goofiest little man, tells you random jokes he heard on the radio & gets all smiley when you laugh at them, even if they're not funny

makes you play dominos with him but by the time he's gotten three standing up, you've got the whole thing set up

doesn't stop him from pushing the first one down and shrieking in delight when they all fall in sync aw cute baby

he also watches some KUWTK w/ haechan as he loves the drama & he picks up the lingo

“hey lele have you seen my phone?im so annoyed I can't find it”

“omg there are literally people dying y/n ੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭”

you end up banning them from watch it

even tho he’s small he eats a loooott

he will eat an entire bowl of ramen if you let him & you try to stop him but all he has to do it be like

“please let me eat it all y/n i wont get sick i love u uwuଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧”

“oh of course you can you cutie here you go (n˘v˘•)¬”

he ends up with a tummy ache, again so you’re looking after him, again

not that you mind, he's the babiest of babies (˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵)

jisung;

can be found sleeping on top of the fluffiest make up brush you own

sleeps everywhere, likes sleeping under your carpet??

when you try waking him up he just falls back asleep in your hand :,))

if he's not sleeping, he's free styling by your radio and you can't help but record it

swears he doesn't like your slime yet you've had to help him out of multiple sticky sticky situations because he got too excited playing with your strawberry scented slime

watched one episode of gordon ramsay & swears he's the masterchef

“aii that’s not how you fry the rice! you need to wait until it sizzles dude do you even know what you’re doing?!”

you set him down in the timeout corner

but he’s just chilling like

“if I get food poisoning its your fault (｡･･｡)”

picks up the local whiteboy lingo after he listens to his “lit asf playlist”

will randomly say aye & start nae naeing to you like, tapping your pen on the desk when you're studying

won't admit it but loves when you cup him in your hands & sway him from side to side & he trusts you enough not to drop him

also has a weird habit of surfboard in the sink with a barbie surfboard & tells you to blow on the water so he can “surf”

you do it tho because his little giggles fill your heart

bonus; imagine all of them in little onesies of their fave animals & little cute hoods ♡✧。 (⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

#nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct au #nct dream imagines #nct headcanons #nct dream au #nct dream headcanons #kpop #Kpop imagines #jaemin imagines #jeno imagines #renjun imagines #haechan imagines #jisung imagines #chenle imagines

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