#of course that’s not really picky to us now but she was considered picky the

[wntrs0ldier]

An Offer · part 04

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 4,2k warnings: typical mafia (dark themes, language, violence, etc.)

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series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.

chapter sneak peek: “Bucky…” You hesitated, taking a little more time to sort out what you should really say. “Helps me with some business.” You reached for the glass of wine standing in front of you and took a sip.

“Always helpful,” Rebecca sneered. You noticed that she has been passionately ignoring her brother, but until now you were convinced that this was just a mistaken impression. “And, of course, he wants the best for you, doesn't he?” She faked a smile.

The encounter with Bucky, which took place a few days ago, turned out to be a new source of worry, leaving you even more confused. Guided by common sense, you tried not to dwell on it, but every time you lost your guard and let your thoughts wander, you found yourself reliving that moment. And each time you asked yourself the same question, Why did an accidental contact lead to such a strong reaction? It wasn't that the two of you had started pawing each other; Bucky accidentally leaned against you. And then he looked at your lips to see if your body was thinking the same thing as his…

You drifted off again, and were made aware of it by the boiling kettle. The flashback of the touch immediately popped into your head like the words of a stupid song you couldn't stop humming. And although you lost your appetite for tea, you filled the cup with hot water.

Michael walked into the kitchen with a newspaper in his hands – the kind he used to bring your father every morning. With a heavy sigh, he put it down on the kitchen counter. When you peeked at him to figure out if that sigh meant he was in a bad mood, you met his gaze. Suddenly you felt uncomfortable.

“What..?” 

“Stark is becoming impatient,” Michael began. “Since your father's death, no one really controls the distribution of Stark Industries products. If this outage continues, Stark will quit doing business with us,” he said. Having taken off his glasses, he massaged his closed eyelids. Working with Tony Stark was bringing in a huge amount of money for your Family. As such, you understood Michael's nervousness – you couldn't afford to dissolve your partnership. “In view of this, we have less and less time.”

Biting your lower lip, you ran your eyes nervously over the surface of the countertop. “What about Brock?” You didn't want to consider the possibility that Brock might have turned out to be your last resort, but you knew you should be prepared for it. “Any word from Rumlows?”

Michael shook his head. “I was approached by someone else,” he added. Your first instinct was to feel uneasy, but in the end you decided to give it a chance. It dawned on you that you had to stop being picky, even though it had seemed perfectly reasonable to you up to that point. You had the right to demand to be treated right by any person you were to marry. “John Walker would like to speak to you. Without me or any third parties present.”

This was exactly what you had feared – John Walker joining in. And while he didn't seem as harmful as Brock, you didn't see him as the ideal candidate. But for all intents and purposes, you didn't see an ideal candidate in any man around. 

You swallowed hard. “Did he say anything else?”

“That he will reach you to discuss the details of the meeting.”

The conversation with Michael was still looming in your head, effectively hindering your preparations for dinner at the Barnes house. All you could do was turn up there and look good, and even that was difficult to achieve. 

A long, warm bath has improved the state of your skin somewhat – until now it was a little too dry and ashen as a result of the stresses of recent weeks. However, it regained some of its softness. You dried and brushed your hair, moisturised your face and did your makeup a little more carefully than usual, trying to cover up every little imperfection – these, too, have intensified since the burden of serious decisions fell on you. You generally tried not to complain about your appearance, but lately you haven't felt particularly comfortable in your own skin. Still, you saw the positive side in worrying about your looks – it took your mind off the rest of your problems.

The day was inexorably turning into evening, but the weather had not changed much – the temperature outside remained pleasantly warm, perfectly reflecting the deep spring. So you decided to put on a white dress with tiny flowers; it had short, buff sleeves and reached past your knees. The hard part came when you had to deal with the tie at the back; it went in a zigzag from mid-shoulders to lower back. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you heard a quiet knock on the door – Suzie appeared just in time. 

“I was just about to-” You looked back over the shoulder and felt a sudden wave of heat when you spotted Bucky instead of your sister. Although he'd announced to you that he was coming – this time he'd done it by text, not by standing outside your window – you hadn't expected him this early. And as much as you tried to push the memories of your last contact into some dark, forgotten corner of your mind, these blossomed with vivid colours. “I thought it was my sister.”

“I wanted to wait in the car, but she sent me here,” Bucky said, scratching the back of his head. “Need help with the dress?”

Staring at him blankly, you nodded after a while. 

“May I..?” 

“Sure.”

Bucky came closer to you, so you turned again to let him work. 

“Try to straighten the string, okay?” you added quietly. You wanted it to be as perfect as possible. 

Bucky let out a heavy breath and you felt a cool blow on your half-naked back; this in turn made you shiver, much more gently than last time. His fingers slid under the string, and so involuntarily brushed your skin. You felt him hesitate for a moment, but then his fingers moved along the underside of the string, complying with your request and straightening it out. Soon he grabbed both ends and pulled them so that the front of the dress clung to your chest.

“Too tight?” he asked, presumably having heard your sharp sigh. You couldn't tell what it was the result of – the squeezing fabric or Bucky's closeness.

“It’s okay,” you croaked and you almost immediately scolded yourself for how weak and pathetic you sounded. 

Bucky tied the ends of the string in a double bow, probably as a precaution; in case it would come undone at the least appropriate moment. He did it in silence, and although this seemed perfectly natural for such an activity, you got the impression that an awkwardness had crept in between you, which you had managed to avoid at the very beginning of your relationship.

“Done,” Bucky said, and you turned around carefully. Just as carefully, you lifted your gaze to his face. He was surveying you, possibly even more intensely than usual. For a brief moment you wondered if he too was tormented by the same thoughts as you, and judging by the slightly pained look on his face, expressing some kind of longing, you could guess that he was indeed.

“Have you heard?” You spoke after a bit longer silence. 

“About what?” Bucky didn't even for a split second seem interested in the answer that might lie beneath your question. 

“John Walker asked me on a date,” you said calmly, moreover, you were almost tempted to smile – you didn't want to give the situation unnecessary tragedy.

A corner of his mouth lifted, but that gesture had not even a hint of enthusiasm in it. He didn't look surprised or angry. You figured the news had traveled fast, but even if Bucky hadn't been aware of John's offer until now, he predicted it – he told you about it at the very beginning.

“You look really nice,” Bucky’s voice sounded so soft that your face flushed. You wanted to check if he was telling the truth, but you were unable to take your eyes off his.

“Thank you.” You smiled slightly. “I’ll grab a few things and we can go,” you added. You had the irresistible feeling that if you didn't say it – didn’t say something – the mutual gazing at each other would get out of hand again.

“I’ll be in the car.”

You left the house with Suzie. Because of your hands being occupied with a cardboard box, she closed the door behind you, then you both headed to the gate. 

Bucky stood with his back up against his car. Your knowledge of vehicles ended with the identification of brands, but even if that skill was even more limited, you would have easily recognised this one – mainly because of the distinctive wild horse logo. A thought unknowingly popped into your head that the black, vintage Mustang suited its owner.

Pulling away from the car, Bucky pushed his sunglasses on top of his head. He opened the passenger door and put the seat down, allowing Suzie to get into the back. As your sister slipped inside and the front seat returned to its place, you also got in. Bucky walked around the front of the car and sat behind the wheel, his gaze immediately falling on the box you were holding. 

“I made a carrot cake,” you explained.

He raised his eyebrows with astonishment. 

“Barnes don’t eat cakes?” 

“We do,” Bucky differed. You glanced at the way his hand landed on the stick and put it in the right gear. He threw his arm over your headrest to look at the back window, and you felt butterflies in your stomach again. “It’s just… Baking is so…”

“Yeah..?” 

“I don’t know, wifely?”

You watched the profile of Bucky's face as he focused on the road. “Is there anything else wifely in me?” 

Bucky smirked under his nose. When the car stopped at the first traffic light, he leered at you. “In you? I'd have to check.” He shrugged. “But those nightgowns you wear…” He pressed his lips together, shaking his head slowly. “Fuck,” he said almost soundlessly, as if he didn't want Suzie to hear it.

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, and he snorted a quiet laugh.

For the rest of the way, you didn’t really talk. You were worried that Suzie might feel uncomfortable, or worse, pick up something she wasn't supposed to hear. She was nearly an adult, besides, she had grown up in the same environment as you, nevertheless, you preferred to spare her the awkwardness.

Not long after you had left the city behind, the car turned into a road along which big old trees were growing; their interlocking tops formed a kind of tunnel. At its exit was a large, green plot of land, and you couldn't really tell where it ended. The house on it – tall, with a surrounding porch and walls covered with ivy in places – was probably as old as the trees.

Absorbed in the views behind the window, you didn't even notice that the car had stopped. You only became aware of it when Bucky opened the door for you. You got out, still scanning the surroundings with your eyes, and Bucky freed your sister.

“This place…” You began, and only after a moment glanced at Bucky. He stood next to you and tilted his head slightly to the side. “It’s beautiful here.”

Bucky gave you a half-smile, and this time you could see an undeniable softness and happiness on his face. You were able to tell that he had positive feelings about his family home.

The front door – solid, heavy, with a colourful, floral stained glass window – swung almost wide open. And although you had never really met her, you recognised Winnifred Barnes in the woman who stepped out onto the porch. At first glance, you saw a striking resemblance between her and Bucky – he had her whole face; her big blue eyes, straight nose and strong jaw. 

“Y/N, Suzanne,” Mrs. Barnes beamed warmly at you and your sister. “I’m glad you could make it. Come inside.”

“Thank you for inviting us.” You handed Winnifred the package. “It’s just a cake,” you rushed to clarify, seeing the premature delight on the woman's face.

“That is so sweet of you, Y/N. Jamie,” she turned to Bucky. “Take our guests to the dining room, please.”

Having climbed the few steps leading up to the porch, Bucky joined you.

“Jamie?” you repeated, your mouth curved into a smile.

Bucky chuckled. “Yeah.” He scratched his neck.

You got to the dining room, and although the number of people there exceeded your expectations, you didn't feel overwhelmed by the company. You recognised Timothy first, since you had seen him relatively recently, then Steve Rogers, as he also figured quite vividly in your consciousness. As for the rest, you weren't as sure.

You guessed that one of the young women sitting at the table, who was an almost perfect, and certainly the most faithful copy of Winnifred, was Rebecca Barnes. There was an infant on her lap, banging a spoon on the table top and bursting into laughter after every sound. Rebecca, most likely used to this kind of noise, didn't pay much attention to it; she was busy talking to the person sitting right next to her. This time you assumed it was Josephine Barnes. In fact, you were even sure of it, mainly because of the similarity she shared with Winnifred, Bucky and Rebecca. She only had slightly softer facial features and a not-so-piercing gaze; you also noticed the visible tan.

You almost missed the last one – with her nose in a book she was the least conspicuous. Mary, you guessed. You recalled that she was not much younger than your own sister.

“You okay?” Bucky asked quietly, and it wasn't his voice that revived you, but his fingers hooked on your elbow. You felt electricity radiating from that spot.

Before you had time to reply, something crashed into your legs and embraced them tightly. You looked down, where you spotted a little girl with a grin that missed a few teeth. 

“Hi!” She exclaimed. 

“Hi.” You couldn’t help but smile, too. 

“Oh, Daisy,” Rebecca groaned, clearly embarrassed by the child's behaviour. You therefore concluded that Daisy was her daughter. “Stop that.”

“It’s all right,” you declared immediately. 

Still, Bucky crouched down and pulled the child away from your legs, and this little fuss threw you into the spotlight. Everyone at the table stopped whatever they were just doing and focused on you.

“Jamie brought home a girl?” Josephine asked with surprise and a kind of hope. “How long have you been together?” 

“Is that your girlfriend?” Mary joined the conversation. “Oh, she’s pretty.”

You pressed your lips together in a slight smile; you hoped to avoid becoming the main attraction, on the other hand, you could breathe a sigh of relief – your efforts to make your appearance tolerable had paid off.

“Alright, that's enough.” Bucky gave his sisters a threatening glare.

“They are not a couple,” Timothy, sitting at the head of the table, spoke, drawing everyone's attention. “As far as I know,” he added, raising his eyebrows. “Y/N,” he said to you, his friendly smile didn't match the mysterious expression on the rest of his face. “Sit next to Steve. I insist.” 

You led your eyes in that direction. Indeed, there were two empty chairs between Mary and Steve – probably for you and Suzie. “Of course.” You nodded politely and made your way to that seat, peeking at your sister to check on her. Steve rose and pulled back a chair for you, and once you had taken your seat, you glanced at Bucky confused; Timothy's request seemed more than a little odd to you.

Bucky clenched his jaw. Previous experience allowed you to recognise when he wasn’t pleased, and that was exactly what he looked like at the moment.

Winnifred also appeared in the dining room. As the lady of the house, she sat at the other end of the table. Soon after, the first dishes were served and the room filled with sounds of conversation. The men were talking about baseball, then boxing, and although Bucky was actively involved in the discussion, he seemed a little distracted. Whenever you glimpsed in his direction, you caught him staring at you – you could see that he was a bit disappointed, perhaps even resentful, and there was something dark in his eyes; as if the sea in his irises was hit by a storm. Especially when Steve included you in a conversation, smiled or laughed at something you said.

Winnifred asked about your gallery, the upcoming exhibition, and about Suzie's school. She praised your cake. In exchange you learned that Mary was studying for her biology exam even at dinner, Rebecca had expanded little George's diet – the baby previously sitting on her lap – with more fruit, and Josephine had returned to New York on a short break from her college. 

You were worried that you would feel uncomfortable here, especially as Timothy separated you from the only person you knew, but the atmosphere in the Barnes home was like a warm, safe hug. Even Suzie found common ground with Mary, so you didn't have to be concerned about her comfort.

“How did you two meet?” Josephine asked, and when you looked at her without understanding, she nodded discreetly at Bucky.

“Oh, but we-”

“Yeah, I know.” Josephine waved her hand dismissively. “But I'm interested in every detail. I can't remember the last time Jamie brought someone home.”

You plastered a slight smile on your face, knowing that it wasn't Bucky who invited you here, but his mum. “Actually, we met through your uncle,” you answered. You didn't want to spoil the mood with the subject of a funeral or an arranged marriage. “Bucky…” You hesitated, taking a little more time to sort out what you should really say. “Helps me with some business.” You reached for the glass of wine standing in front of you and took a sip.

“Always helpful,” Rebecca sneered. You noticed that she has been passionately ignoring her brother, but until now you were convinced that this was just a mistaken impression. “And, of course, he wants the best for you, doesn't he?” She faked a smile. 

“Rebecca, honey-” Winnifred interjected softly, and when she did, the table fell silent.

“No, mom.” She shook her head, as if that would prevent Mrs. Barnes from getting a word in edgewise. “It's not fair that some random girl can sit here with us and the father of my children can't.” Tears of anger shone in Rebecca's eyes. “Excuse me,” she said, then got up and left the room. 

You felt guilty. Not because you may have actually taken an undeserved seat at the table, but instead of shame or anxiety, you were intrigued by this unexpected burst. You took another sip of wine.

“What happened to mommy?” Daisy asked. 

“Nothing, baby,” Winnifred told her gently. “She’ll get better.”

With suspicion, Daisy turned her head at Bucky. “Is that true?”

He pressed his lips together in a pale smile. “Of course, Junebug. Cross my heart.” Bucky put his hand on his chest. “How about we watch ‘Finn and Jake’?” He suggested with theatrical excitement, which Daisy shared immediately – she nodded eagerly. “Yeah?” Bucky grinned again, more relaxed this time.

Daisy ran up to him, grabbed the hand he had held out and dragged him out of the dining room. Bucky glimpsed at you, giving you an apologetic look.

Josephine leaned out and laid her eyes on you. “I’m going for a smoke, wanna join?”

Josephine led you to a gazebo in the garden. As she said, she offered you a cigarette, and you both leaned against the railing. The evening gloom was dispelled by the lamps on the lawn and the lighting inside the gazebo; it was getting unpleasantly cold outside, but you preferred the low temperature outside to the tense atmosphere at the table. 

“I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I don't want you to think that my sister is some spoiled bitch,” Josephine began, and you looked at her rather blankly. You didn't want to show too much that she made you curious. “His name was Robbie. The father of her children, as she called him,” she said with distaste. “He was part of the Family. Jamie recruited him, so the whole thing still bothers him. And Robbie was a fucking asshole from the beginning. He spent late nights in bars, gambled all their money away, hung out with other girls. When Daisy was born, it only got worse. He complained that Becca was neglecting him. Didn't help with the baby, disappeared from the house more often and for much longer…” She continued. “Rebecca's only problem is that she has a soft heart. She never said a bad word about Robbie, but everyone knew what was going on. She thought another baby would change him, that it would fix their relationship, but…” Josephine shrugged. She took a puff, and for a brief moment said nothing, staring into nowhere. “So Jamie got rid of him.”

Your brows drew together involuntarily. “What do you mean..?”

“No one knows what really happened to Robbie. He vanished into thin air and never contacted Becca again.”

You felt like a child who had just heard a blood-curdling ghost story. Actually, you only felt that way partly – on the other hand, you were even more fascinated by Bucky. “Well…” You sighed, shaking the excess ash off the end of your cigarette. “He did what he thought was right,” you commented. This time, too, you preferred to be careful, thus not claiming out loud that Bucky had done the right thing. 

“Not according to Becca. She's better than she was at the beginning, but it's still a touchy subject for her.” 

You finished your cigarettes in silence, and that silence helped you to sink into your own thoughts; to see Bucky in a slightly different light.

“Are you sure there's nothing between you and Jamie?” Josephine spoke, a teasing smirk on her face. “I saw the way he looked at you the whole dinner. I know my brother, and if I were Steve I would keep my distance from you,” she giggled.

Your lips twitched in a slight smile. You noticed it too, and although you weren't the only people at the table, you secretly hoped you were the only ones aware of what was going on.

You could have talked to Josephine about it; told her that Bucky had no right to be jealous. You were strictly focused on marrying someone and Bucky excluded himself at his own request. You could have shared all this with Josephine, thereby taking some of the weight off your shoulders. But you didn't want to involve her.

“I’m sure,” you said. “It's strictly business between him and me.”

“Speak of the devil.”

Following Josephine's gaze, you peeked over your shoulder. Bucky was heading to the gazebo. Having caught your eyes, he smirked softly. You struggled to take your eyes off his face and lowered them to his hands – he was holding a piece of cloth that you couldn't identify in the darkness. Only when Bucky got under the roof of the gazebo did you notice that he had brought a sweatshirt. Moreover, he put it gently over your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you murmured, surprised at the gesture, and glanced at Josephine. From the expression on her face, you were convinced that she wanted to say, So there's nothing between you two, right?

“You sneak out to smoke?” Bucky addressed his sister, his forehead creased. “What are you? Sixteen?” 

“Oh, fuck off.” Josephine rolled her eyes.

Bucky reached out his hand, so she handed him the packet and the lighter. With a cigarette between his lips, he looked stunningly – more rough and intimidating. 

“I'll leave you two alone,” Josephine suggested, grinning. She pushed herself away from the railing, and you two watched her leave.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves of the sweatshirt and wrapped yourself in it, discreetly inhaling the familiar scent. You looked at Bucky, and he again gave you a gentle smile; it reached his eyes as well. However, it faded soon after.

“I’m sorry about before. Becca-”

“I had this conversation with Josephine,” you stopped him. “I know what happened and I get it. I don't blame her for reacting the way she did. Anyway, she was right. I’m some random girl who-”

“You are not,” he protested immediately. His mouth set in a hard line as he was staring at you. “I-... I like you, Y/N.” 

Taking a sharp breath, you looked away. You shook your head in disbelief, tried to ignore the fact that your heart was beating harder than you would have wished. “I like you too, Bucky, but I can’t fall for you. I don’t want to.”

Bucky took his eyes off you only to put out his cigarette. Then he moved a step closer to you and hesitantly reached for your hand. You closed your eyes, then fixed them on his fingers – he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, and you didn't protest. 

“I know,” he rasped. “But I just need to protect you. So please, let me protect you. Okay? Because I feel like everything is getting out of my control. And I’m fucking tired of it.” 

You raised your gaze to his eyes. He glared into them pleadingly and with some kind of fear, as if your rejection would shatter him into a million pieces. You nodded slightly, unsure if you really did; if you really agreed to fall under his protection.

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[meiiuka]

byakuya togami, peko pekoyama, and ryoma hoshi dating you headcanons:

category: fluff, headcanons

notes: I MISS WRITING ABOUT BYAKUYA i could go on and on 😭

Byakuya Togami:

• by the time you two start dating he’s already warmed up to you quite a bit, considering he even thought to date you

• especially because this man is so damn picky with who allows to be close to him,, so if you’re actually officially dating him, everyone knows to consider you special

• “i’ll have you know y/n, i’ve always been very… invested with my career and such. so it didn’t occur to me that i’d have enough time to spend on a romantic partner… but you do a good job at proving me wrong, my dearest.”

• he confines most of his affection to when you two are alone together (he’d never admit it but he’s actually a softie if you let him be </3)

• if you two are alone together, he tends to let loose of his formal etiquette. meaning he’ll “reciprocate” your hugs by placing a hand on your arm instead of pushing you away /hj

• when he uses pet names for you he likes to use them in an elegantly ‘posh’ way, like how you’d see wealthy people talk in an old film 💀

• when he uses pet names, he pretty much exclusively uses “my dear”, “darling”, “my lover” and “my beloved”

• contrary to what a lot of people may see him as, he can be a good boyfriend as long as you communicate what you want to him (he’s really emotionally dense otherwise)

• he’s not as touchy as most people but his love language tends to be more acts of service-y along with other things

• he’ll buy you luxury items, like the most gorgeous gemstone necklace you’ve ever seen in your life and he’ll just act like it’s not a big deal

• “what? i was thinking about you today while i was out so i stopped by the jeweler and picked up this necklace. do you not like it? don’t look so shocked now, just take it.”

Peko Pekoyama:

• she needs to be held by you SO badly and frequently and as her s/o, it’s very obvious

• peko really yearns to have a partnership with you that’s emotionally close and loving (although she isn’t sure of how to manage it herself at first)

• she’s worried that she comes off as too menacing to love and that she may scare you away one day so she can be insecure about losing you

• in context, if you two are sleeping next to each other, like on a couch or bed, she tends to furrow her eyebrows a lot in her sleep while reaching out for you so she can hold you tighter :(

• “… i was doing what? i didn’t mean to invade your space like that while i was resting y/n. i had been dreaming about you and had a nightmare… i’ll prevent it from bothering you next time.”

• it will in fact happen again but it’s okay because as long as you hold her back she visibly calms down and is able to get more restful sleep

• she actually does crave a lot of physical affection but is often too anxious about being off putting to ask you directly

• she also doesn’t ever explicitly ask however she craves your attention and can be rather clingy with you

• thankfully you’ve learned to read her body language over time and you can see the longing look in her eyes when she holds her gaze against yours

• during the moments that she lets her guard down for you, she likes it when you play with her hair and when you kiss her forehead gently

• throughout the course of dating you, she’s learning to become more warm towards you, smiling more and learning how to communicate her need for affection

• “i would like a hug from you… i think i need a moment to just be here, in your arms. to be loved by you. it’s all so simple…”

Ryoma Hoshi:

• words cannot convey the degree by which this man needs to be loved 💀

• his biggest struggle at first was with feeling worthy, not understanding why someone like you would ever want to date him

• he requires a lot of verbal reassurance and outwards affection before he starts to feel comfortable expressing it towards you

• but since you two are dating, he feels grateful and will show his appreciation for you in very heartfelt ways

• if you two have gotten close, expect him to love you like his life depends on it because you’re automatically his favorite person

• he’ll silently do the household chores for the two of you, like folding your laundry, and he’ll call your phone to tell you he misses you when you’re out

• “hey. i’ve been missing you. i want you to shoot me a call back when you get this, but i’m at home right now waiting for you… why don’t you hurry it up so i can see you again sooner? … love you, bye-bye.”

• it’s evident in the way he talks about you, but you’re always on his mind and he’s very attached to you. you’re one of the few people he can actually trust so in a way, he’s lended his heart to you

• he’s always been composed in his demeanor and that hasn’t changed. but after you entered his life, that ‘calmness’ shifted from being because he felt dead inside to being because he’s feeling peace within himself

• “you don’t know the impact you’ve had on me. i couldn’t be here without you, plain and simple. maybe this is too cheesy, but you really do mean the world to me, y/n.”

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[spacexseven]

just passing by, what if our dearest darling subordinate finally got to escape from the hold of the bad yandere men but you know, felt life is a little lacking without her yandere dazai and (soon to be(?) or is already)yandere chuuya and finally understood why she should had just stayed with them instead of trying to refuse? now subordinate will have to crawl back from where she came from?

fuckkk you guys are so cruel i love it here <3

cw: yandere themes, torture + murder (not of reader)

are you kidding? this is practically dazai's wet dream, his ultimate fantasy. the initial running-away-from-him part does not sit well with him, but the aftermath? he's living for it.

he's even more thrilled to know that you only came back because you missed him, his constant presence that you once believed was unbearable. not because you were scared, not because he was the lesser evil—you came back to be with him. somehow, you had developed a sick dependency on him, and though he's initially mocking and sneering at your pathetic display, he quickly warms up to you. can you really blame him for being a little mad? that's not to say he lets you do as you please. first, you have to make it up to him, even if his demands are as outrageous as him bringing out his favourite leash for you...

but if dazai's already turned into a mush of infatuation and twisted adoration for you, he's not so cruel about it. he welcomes you with open arms, (after making sure whoever aided your escape was suffering the worst torture possible in his hands) and dotes on you excessively, to the point it's almost sickening. he's constantly watching you—using trackers, keeping you by his side, following you everywhere—limits your time with others so you can only depend on him for human interaction, and even considers gifting you the corpse(s) of the ones who tried to take you away as a gift! it may not sound ideal, but don't get too picky—isn't this life so much better than your other options?

for all chuuya wants to act angry, he's more stuck between relief and joy. there was a numbing, exhilarating feeling that devoured his chest when he found you waiting for him, a strange, thrilling sensation that bloomed where your hands held his. of course he was furious, the moment he heard that you left, a sudden, explosive, and all consuming pain possessed him entirely. his ears were ringing and he couldn't even think. all that echoed in his mind were questions, about how you left, why. but now here you were, looking a little worse for wear, but presentable. you looked at him with a new light in your eyes, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel choked with emotion when you admitted that you couldn't stay away, even if you knew the pm was the worst place for you. unlike dazai, chuuya's a lot kinder about it. he knows not to let a good opportunity go to waste, knows not to push his luck because of his greed or scare you away with crazy gestures. so chuuya, benevolent, kind-hearted chuuya, who was only plagued by concern for you and not at all anger, welcomes you back warmly. only, just don't try to pull a stunt like this again. it won't end well.

#yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai bsd #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya nakahara #yandere chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #dazai x reader #dazai #dazai 🐟 #chuuya 🐟 #bsd 🐟 #subordinate au 🐟 #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #drabble 🐟

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(P4/GFL/GI/H:SR) Naoto, AN-94, Rosaria, and Stelle on a burger date

Admittedly, Naoto was not used to eating these kinds of food.

She travelled quite often and if she had time she could maybe indulge in a food to treat herself, let alone have lunch with her S/O.

But she had found herself in Tokyo with S/O and decided to try something different.

(Naoto) "Big Bang Burger?"

(S/O) "Oh yeah, that's quite popular nowadays. Did they ever have one in Inaba?"

(Naoto) "To my knowledge, no. I am always willing to try something once."

The two walked into the fast food restaurant and saw a poster on the wall.

(Naoto) "The...Big Bang Burger challenge?"

A female employee greeted them and explained how the challenge worked. Naoto's eyes almost bulged out her head.

(Naoto) "P-People eat something that huge?! And I thought the Beef Bowl Challenge was intimidating."

(S/O) "Did you wanna try it?"

(Naoto) "Er, well...I think I'd prefer to start off small before attempting something of that caliber."

Watching one of the employees bring two of them out, they brought it to a table who had two blonde students in a booth.

(Blonde haired boy) "F-For real?! How the hell are we supposed to finish that in thirty friggin' minutes?!"

(Blonde haired girl) "Oh god, why did I let you convince me to do this?"

Naoto and S/O ordered themselves a more fitting meal, and Naoto felt sick even looking at the two students attempt to finish it. Her burger was barely a quarter of the size and just looking at it, she felt like she had gained thousands of calories.

S/O chuckled as they leaned next to her.

(S/O) "Lunch and a show! You sure you don't wanna give it a try?"

(Naoto) "Now that I'm looking at it in person, absolutely not."

(AN-94) "Oh, burgers are in the mess hall today? I have not had many opportunities to try them."

Truthfully, 94 had no preference on food, nor did she know any nuances that went into cooking. It was just something that never became relevant.

But she was wanting to try new things, especially if it made S/O happy.

She was quite perplexed looking at the burger, examining it like she would a new weapon.

When she bites into it, her eyes slightly widen at the variety of textures. She makes sure to take extra note of what S/O's preferences are, in the event she is ever tasked with retrieving a meal for them.

(AN-94) "Interesting...I can see why humans would like this sort of thing."

Since it's not required for her to eat, she keeps this food more as a reward after a mission than anything.

(Rosaria) "Interesting dish. These much calories are probably sinful for those on diet."

Rosaria quite likes how the meat inside the burger tastes.

If she can add some alcohol to the burger, then she's even more for it.

She didn't cook quite often, but it let her play around with different combinations to see what her and S/O enjoyed.

Though that being said, she didn't really understand the whole concept of a 'Burger Date'.

Was it really a whole new date if they just ate something a bit more exotic than usual?

Regardless, she makes sure not to eat them too often. She's not exactly watching her weight or anything, but too much of it would probably kill her.

...Now she had an idea.

Stelle enjoys food of all varieties but there is one thing that is her guilty pleasure. Junk food.

Depending on how one cooked a burger, it could be classified as just a normal meal, but Stelle was never one to sugarcoat things.

It was an indulgence food, and she loved it.

Of course considering her position as a Trailblazer, she probably shouldn't gorge herself, lest she feel sluggish during an expedition.

But that does not stop her from eating them with S/O whenever they ask.

In fact, all they have to do is give her the excuse. Homemade or takeout, it doesn't matter. She wants it.

Her stoic expression softens a little whenever she's eating with her S/O, talking about whatever really comes to mind.

That being said, she is quite picky where she gets the burgers from. If they give her or S/O a topping she didn't ask for even once, she's never coming back.

She wants to enjoy her food damn it, she doesn't want to fight gross ass toppings, on top of everything else in this galaxy that wants her dead.

#persona 4 x reader #girls' frontline x reader #genshin impact x reader #honkai star rail x reader #naoto shirogane x reader #an 94 x reader #rosaria genshin impact x reader #stelle x reader #naoto shirogane #an 94 gfl #rosaria genshin impact #stelle honkai star rail #persona 4 imagines #persona 4 headcanons #girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail headcanons

[wilcze-kudly]

Ships you like and dislike for a few characters and why ? I’m interested in your thoughts and analysis. Don’t have to answer all of them I would just love to see some. Tysm and have a good day 💗🤍.

Bolin ( obvi)

Wei

Suyin

Lin

Asami

If you don’t ship Bopal who do you ship Opal with ?

Bumi II

Huan

So for Bolin, I don't have many ships I like for him other than weilin? I think a lot of his canon ships share the theme of either enabling his infantilisation or patronising him. Bolin needs a partner that would support amd challenege him into maturing, but the writers won't give that to us because writing character development is hard.

At least with weilin I can work with my own ideas?

Mind you it's not that I can't get behind other ships, in the right setting,I'm just very picky about how Bo is characterised.

As for Wei, he doesn't have a lot of interactions with any characters outside of Bolin, so I really don't have a lot of ships with him.

One thing I'm sick of seeing is Beifong family incest? If my daily scouring of the web for weilin crumbs is interrupted by a threesome between Wei, Wing and THEIR FATHER, I will blow this solar system into smithereens.

I'm pretty vanilla when it comes to Suyin ships. I adore Sutar they're adorable and I wish we could've seen them when they were younger. I adore the idea of Suyin finding someone to build a life with, I adore the theme of carving out and building a place to call home together, I adore how they're the poster children for malewife/girlboss.

Though one of my crackships is Suyin x any member of the Red Lotus. This would probably place itself somewhere in my Red Lotus! Beifongs AU.

I'm not too fond of Suvira? Like I absolutely get the appeal, in theory. And while Kuvira doesn't consider the Beifongs family, she has been under Suyin's care since she was 8. Most mentor/protégé ships aren't my cup of tea. There are very specific exceptions, but as a rule of thumb, I shy away from this theme.

For Lin, I'm very partial to Linzolt, thanks to my wife. Very interesting dynamic. I also like shipping Lin with women of course; Kyalin, Linsuko, Lin x Buttercup Raiko - all bangers. I like Linzin for what it could've been. I also think Lin x Pema is a fun crackship. Maybe they saw Korrasami and were like: 'hey why not?'. I do however like Lin with Tenzin and Pema together? They'd be a cute throuple. I have a tendency to enjoy shipping Lin with married couples because I tend to ship Lin with San and Naoki as well (Mako and Bolin's parents)

Asami. Like most of the fandom, I adore korrasami. Though I'll be honest when I say... masami was kinda cute? Honestly, any ship where Asami is happy gets a thumbs up from me.

That being said I'm always in the market for some toxic yuri, so Asami x Kuvira or Asami x Jargala are both very intriguing to me.

Another one of my favourite guilty pleasure ships I'm much too invested in is Opal x Asami.

Think about it. They're both rich girls who were isolated from the world. Imagine them sharing stories of the wide world. Imagine Asami upgrading Opal's wingsuit and Opal bringing Asami trinkets from all the places her Air Nomad journeys take her. Imagine Asami getting a real family as the Beifongs adopt her. Her getting a father that would never betray her in Baatar Sr.

Idk I think they'd be good for each other. I think I need to make a longer post on Asami x Opal.

Opal is my favourite female tlok character (Bolin being my fave male character) and tbh I hate her being demoted to a love interest.

That doesn't mean I don't ship her with anyone.

Sapphic Opal has my heart and soul. I ship her with most female characters of the show. Korpal? Exquisite, did you see the synchronised airbending scene? Opalvira? Love their divorced vibe in rote! Opal x Asami? Unsung favourite! Opal x Eska? Opal x Ginger? Yesyesyes!

My one straight ship for Opal is Mako x Opal because I think they'd be good for one another.

Bumi II x Suyin Beifong's chef is my horrible creation. I think this post I made months ago explains it perfectly:

I don't have any particular ships for Huan. I'm quite open to most ships with him, since in my personal opinion he's the most romantic of the Beifong siblings. I can see him with Desna or Eska, Tahno or Ryu the airbender. Mako x Huan is also sweet when you think of it. I think if them both as such big brothers.

I'm not very into Huan x Ikki. Like, I do get why people like it. And I'm not that against age gap relationships. One of the healthiest relationships i know irl has a huge age gap. I just see Ikki and Huan as having such a big brother/little sister relationship it's very hard for me to swap to seeing them as anything romantic. Perhaps as a onesided puppy crush on Ikki's side but anything more is a big big no no

Thanks for the ask, anon, I had fun answering this one! And if you want me to elaborate on any of the mentioned ships, I'll be happy to ramble!

#bolin #wei beifong #suyin beifong #lin beifong #asami sato #opal beifong #bumi ii #huan beifong #legend of korra #tlok #avatar #the legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #atlok

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Canyou do a 179 Crescent Street Boobie headcanon please 🥺

Yes, of course! I miss talking about my boys! I love talking about boobs!

I'm gonna go overboard with this and cover three things:

Ass or tits?

Preferences?

Opinion on nice lingerie?

Do I need to put a content warning on this? Like? The whole thing is going to be about boobs. Ok it's going to be mostly about boobs. Ye be warned...

@fvckinghenrycavill @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @ylva-syverson @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn

We can all see that GIF up above. We know how Mikey treats titties. He's 100% a boobs kinda guy.

Does he have preferences? Of course he does! He'd prefer if they were boobs, attached to a cute girl (Dani), naked, and in his hands. Or mouth. Or both.

Big, small, somewhere in between? The owner is going to see every bit they don't like about 'em and he's just going to see boobies. And boobies are good.

Don't waste your money on expensive lingerie to impress him. Spend your money on expensive lingerie because you want to. But don't be disappointed if he maybe looks at it for the duration of however long it takes him to open that goddamn bra clasp. He would also never give a girl lingerie as a gift. Why would he willingly participate in covering up what's most precious to him?

Want to wear that low-cut top to a party? Is he going to be there? Are you going out with this idiot? Then reconsider! Hide those puppies away in public, because Mike is Mike, and you might end up far more naked in a supply closet than you initially planned on.

This idiot will also just happily appreciate other sets present in the room - if you catch my absolutely not cryptic at all drift here. There's nothing to worry about, though, he's really just enjoying the view.

First things first, August is an ass-man. Not that he doesn't appreciate a pair of nice boobs, though. He's a dude, of course he does! You just won't catch him in an inappropriate staring-contest with anyone's cleavage.

Well, maybe Angie's, but that's because she's in his lap and they're just right there. Where else is he supposed to look?

That's why he isn't necessarily picky when it comes to shape or size. Now, a nice set of expensive lace really makes everything a bit more interesting. It doesn't have to be lace, either. It can be mesh. Or satin. Or probably leather or latex, that doesn't matter. Nice things come in nice packaging. And don't you dare think you'll be taking it off during sex, either.

It's a good thing Angie's parents are loaded and she has a generous allowance, because otherwise all of his hard (and illicitly) earned money would disappear in a heartbeat so he could spoil her with nice things he'd like to see her in.

Also an ass-guy but definitely not one to shun a nice pair of sweater stretchers. (I'll see myself out for the use of that description.) His hands, however, will always find their way to where his heart truly lies: your butt.

Only cover 'em up with something pretty if that brings out the confidence to give him a lap dance, otherwise he's just going to take it off as soon as he can. And then he'll touch your butt. Like... A lot.

He loves to take a nap with his head on your chest, though. It's nice and soft - even though he has a slight preference for smaller titties, and he just really needs a nap.

Does Geralt like boobs? Yes. Provided they're attached to Solveig. You honestly couldn't even pay him to fake an interest in any other pair. In the boobs vs. butt debate, he'll say it depends on the girl, though. There's always one he slightly prefers over the other. (On Sol, it's boobs.)

Now, if he were single (Sally, Charlie, calm down) he wouldn't be picky about shape or size, but it would be nice if they weren't excruciatingly sensitive... As we know, Geralt struggles with the concept of 'gentle'.

The whole idea of 'lingerie' is something he considers teasing. It's just something that's in the way. Would he buy it for you? Sure, if you really wanted it. He knows he'll have a better night if you feel pretty. Whatever you're wearing, though, make sure it's either sturdy, or expendable, because he'll practically tear it off - but he'll let you wear your heels.

We know Napoleon appreciates art - and what are women if not the most exquisite works of art? He's not on team ass, he's not on team boobs. (Ok, he's on team ass in the sense that he can be an ass at times.) But that sure doesn't stop him from appreciating it all thoroughly.

Leon likes a woman in lingerie - it adds something for him, for sure, and it's not just the excitement of unwrapping a lovely present.

What's more is that he loves seeing you in things he picked out for you - not to worry. He has good taste. At least you know your sets will match, right? (Cheesy movie reference, whazzup!) He'll gladly take you shopping and buy you all the things he likes on you. They coincidentally also make your ass look phenomenal and make the twins look to die for.

It's tits > ass for Charles, although he wishes it was the other way around, because it's easier to check out a woman's ass without getting slapped in the face - which happens, from time to time, but he just can't help himself. Some cleavages are so mesmerizing... Also, chances are that if you're slapping him in the face for staring, he'll be getting even by spanking you later that night, when he's successfully talked you into bed.

In public - and covered up - it's mostly the exceptionally (back-pain inducing, probably) big ones that attract his attention, but once clothes come off, there's no sign of any preference.

It's good acting on his part, because while all boobs are lovely, he sure doesn't think they're all equal. By now, he's sampled campus thoroughly enough to be completely confident in the assessment that 'great' vs. 'good' boobs depends on way more criteria than just size. And in the end... They're all boobs.

He has a casual appreciation for a nice matching set, but he likes to watch 'em bounce too much to let you keep it on. Unless it's a quicky in a bathroom stall, of course.

When it comes to the age old question 'ass or tits?', Sy really doesn't discriminate. He's very much of the 'all boobs are good boobs' persuasion. That being said, he does like 'em big. Man's from Texas, after all. It also helps that he loves bigger girls in general. In his defense; he has big hands and they're grabby.

Is he going to pass up a chance to get laid by a pretty girl because she has small boobs? Of course not! He'd be shooting himself in the foot, right? So he's not fussy, and he'll love your chest no matter what it looks like.

That being said, if you're blessed with an exceptionally sizeable rack, be prepared to be asked if he can titty fuck you. And let's face it, we'd all say yes to that in a heartbeat. Not in a disrespectful way - is there a respectful way to ask this? I'm not even sure - he's just always kinda want to try it. (Although you're fairly sure he uses that as an excuse to veil his slightly eccentric request.)

Unlike Mike, he cares about your underwear. Not a lot, but still. There's no way it's not coming off before he nails you, but the right set can definitely turn him on like crazy.

Much like Mike, however, this man cannot be trusted around low-cut tops in public. He'll be talking to your chest all night, and chances are you're not going to make it home before his face inevitably winds up in your cleavage.

This guy is not looking at your chest. Can you two have an interesting conversation, play a musical instrument, do you read, can you name three German composers from the baroque era? Those are the important things to him.

Distracting this one is difficult enough, and a pair of breasts just isn't going to be enough. That's not to say he doesn't like them - although several instances at the bar had the guys believing otherwise. For a minute, they suspected he was gay, or something, because every time someone went 'Damn, check out the rack on that one!' he just shrugged.

Now, Elena can testify to the fact that he's not so indifferent when it comes to a more hands-on scenario. As it turns out, breasts look better when nothing's covering them, bonus points if he gets to touch them. Then - and only then - they can be quite alluring, as a matter of fact.

At the moment, he's a little too worked up over all the new experiences to care about underwear, but once he gets the hang of things... Who knows...

#179 crescent street #179cs #179CS Headcanon #hc sherlock #sherlock holmes #syverson #august walker #napoleon solo #charles brandon #geralt of rivia #geralt #walter marshall #mike hellraiser #henry cavill characters

[oliversrarebooks]

Hello! I have just a teeny tiny amount of questions regarding blood.

*unrolls massive paper roll that spills on the ground and hits your feet*

Is there a list of possible blood grades? Is so, is triple A the highest highest one? That must mean Oliver really is the top shelf. Is the lowest grade low F?

Does a human's blood grade determine if they will be an erased thralll or a sentient one?

If so, what's the minimum grade for not getting erased, low B maybe? Is there also a minimum grade for edible blood? Is there blood so bad or digusting a vampire cannot digest it?

If the grade of the blood is not the sole factor, then what other factors are there? Natural strength? Natural level of obedience? Are there grades for that?

Human blood farms, what grade are the people there? Is there a certain point in the blood grade list that a human just cannot be sold to a farm because they're blood is too valuable? Do some vampires keep thralls as pets but not too drink from and have another thrall just for drinking.

Like let's say a human's blood is not exactly appetizing, but they are very cute (atleast in the eyes of a vampire) and docile or they have a really pleasing personality so they're kept around like a lap dog? (i'm thinking of Emily and betty, Emily is a low B, so she can't be that tasty, but I'm thinking Jessica keeps her around because she likes her looks and personality. Meanwhile I imagine Betty being a B plus or even a low A, but she's more like a blood source than pet)

Are there some magical foods that can gradually change the taste of human blood, like berries or some meats? Are they toxic to humans but vampires don't care? Let's say they do work, I imagine it would just be some superficial or even worse change? Kind of like, hmmmm... Trying to replicate the autentic taste of fresh vanilla from expensive vanilla beans, but using some 50 cent vanilla flavor you found at the dollar store

Or perhaps it's just a scam? "FEED YOUR THRALL THIS MAGICAL CLOUD FAIRY BERRY AND THEIR BLOOD WILL SKYROCKET 2 WHOLE GRADES OVER THE COURSE OF JUST 5 SHORT MONTHS!!"

You don't have to answer all these questions, answer as many as you like or none at all. You can also use these questions in your stort if you actually like them, tho i'd be very flattered.

This is all for now! But be assured, *I will come back.*

Oh wait! I do have one more question, what is Emily's word? (yk, like Oliver's is quiet, what's Emily's?)

Yay worldbuilding questions, I love them!

The blood grades are indeed triple A through F. Oliver and Fitz were both the top of the top shelf. F would be considered undrinkable.

There isn't a perfect correlation between blood grade and allowed sentience. At the auction house, humans with high quality blood are almost never erased, because erasure is difficult and time consuming to reverse. For the expensive merchandise, it's better to keep them sentient and then offer erasure as an option after purchase. This is why Jameson is complaining about the thralls, since all of the thralls that meet his criteria for blood quality are conditioned to be servants and pets. 

There's no minimum grade that will allow a human to escape possible erasure. If Jameson had bought Oliver, he would have paid for erasure after purchase. 

Minimum grade for edible blood depends on how picky or desperate the vampire in question is, but F grade generally refers to blood considered inedible. This usually happens when a human is diseased or poisoned.

There aren't official grades for other factors that can affect a thrall's price, especially since those tend to be largely subjective. Outside of the vampires who erase their humans fully, most vampires choose based on a variety of factors. You're right that Jessica chooses her thralls for looks as much as for blood quality. Many vampires keep more than one thrall, so it's common to have one for primarily drinking and another for primarily being a servant or pet.

There aren't really foods that can magically make a human's blood a higher grade, although you're probably right that scams like that would exist. The general prevailing wisdom among vampires is that fresh meat, vegetables and fruits are best for feeding your thrall. Seafood, spices, and other pungent foods are sometimes avoided, but this varies greatly from culture to culture.

I don't think every thrall gets a special word, I think Lily just does that to her favorites.

#ask #worldbuilding #vampires

[wyrddogs]

Out of curiosity, how did you get started doing urban ratting? It looks like fun to do socially but really awkward and weird to try on your own.

(I spend like my entire day job thinking about rodent behavior and decision-making, especially in the context of predator-rich environments; I feel weird about how interested I am in ratting as an activity but also I am wildly curious about this stuff on the pest control end too.)

Short answer: I connected with someone in a hunting terriers Facebook group.

Long answer: I got Kermit with the intention of doing sports and field trials (recreationally putting up rabbits) and that's it. My friend is a hunter and as I've gone on outings with her I've gotten more and more into the hunting scene. (I still do not consider myself a hunter. When I'm by myself I am not capturing/killing the rabbits that I put up. I do have a hunting license though.)

NASDA became a thing when Kermit was wee so I wanted to try that sport out. We bought some rats and built some hides and I trained him to find them. I did a bit of NASDA but ultimately found it boring and quit. But my hunting friend told me that she had done some farm abatement work once with her dachshunds and oh my god I wanted to try that.

I joined a couple of Facebook groups for working terriers and dachshunds and basically lurked there for a few months. One day someone in my city asked if there was a ratting group they could join. There wasn't, but another person said she was going out solo with her terrier and was happy to bring some people along with her for experience. I asked if I could come too and she said yes.

Then it turns out the OP never showed up or posted again, but the solo ratter and I became friends. We invited a couple of other people out and they got hooked, too. Eventually we formed a core group of four people, with three others who semi-regularly rotate in. Occasionally we'll invite other interested people out, but we're pretty picky about who we bring along. We have a small social media following now, and get randos asking to come out, but yeah, we're picky. We like our small, close-knit group.

I will say it is much, much easier and safer to go out in a group than by yourself. A single dog will miss a lot of rats. What works best is to have at least one locator/flusher dog (this is Kermit's job), and multiple catcher dogs. Our founder mentioned that we have much, much better luck as a group than she did solo.

And people we run into on the street have been overwhelmingly positive. We say we're doing pest control and they respond with varying levels of fascination, delight, interest, etc. We've had workers invite us back to places we've visited. Security guards will let us into restricted areas. We get tips from our social media followers. We've made house calls. This weekend we're going to try our first barn abatement.

There are people who get really angry and cuss us out, and one guy acted really threatening towards us once, but they are in the small minority. We carry pepper spray and have taken self-defense courses, but haven't had to use anything.

So yeah, it's a lot of fun! It's a weird little hobby but it helps with the urban pest problem and takes you on lots of unique adventures.

#ratting

[lovelynim]

Profile Tag Game!

Hello - Oh, hello! You can call me Fabi. I was tagged by @otomiyaa and saw no other option but to participate in this little game. Now... I wonder, what brought you here, hm?

Chat: Tickling - Why do I like it so much, you ask? I'm not sure... I can't really tell when it caught my attention, but I guess I just dove deeper and deeper and here I am now. If I'm ticklish? Sorry to disappoint you, but no. Trust me, I tried to find out.

Chat: Writing - I'm not sure why, but when I'm not really inspired or don't have a prompt in mind, I feel that my writing gets better if I'm angry or sad. I wonder... would this mean something?

When It Rains - It's been reaaaaally hot here lately, so it's good to finally see some rain ~ of course, that if I can get home before the rain leaves me soaking wet.

When It Snows - Snow, you say? That might come out as a shock, but I never saw snow before... what is it like?

When the Sun Is Out - Agh, sunlight... Who gave the stupid idea of going outside when it's this hot?

Good morning - If you are waking up early, make sure to not make much noise. I'm having a day off and I don't want to be up by the sunrise...

Good night - There it goes another day... I always feel like I could've done more at times like this, but it's no use feeling this way, right? Good night!

About me: Games - I hope this doesn't sound too cringe-y or something, but I'm quite a gamer myself. I'm somewhat proud for being able to manage to play four games even after becoming an adult, eheh ~

Something to Share: Fandoms - I think the thing that disappoints me the most about my blog is that I'm head over heels for so many niché fandoms and I barely have people to hear me ranting about them... Sigh, I wish I could make more people play the same games as I do ~

My Hobbies: ??? - Ahm... Is writing or gaming considered a hobby? Eh, no? Hmm... then I guess I don't have any to share...

My Troubles - Dealing with people is more troublesome than I first expected when I started working at my current job... I need to find a way to look less angry and more friendly - even when they make stupid questions...

Favorite Food: Oh, that's an easy one: pasta! ~

Least Favorte Food: I'm quite the picky eater myself, so there are quite some to list here, but I simply refuse to eat pork, no matter how you prepared it or whatever.

About @wertzunge - Max was probably the first person I got to know when I started my blog. I reached out to him without much in mind, but seeing how our friendship developed over the past years... I don't regret a single bit what I did and would do it all over again!

About @shy-lee-chu - I've to admit that kid got some nerve, heh. She is fun to hang around with and I'm glad I could get to know her more - she has a lot of interesting stuff to share, but... Well, that doesn't mean I won't put her back into her place if she doesn't respect her elders, ehe ~

For this game I'll be tagging @fluffy-ami @chibimochii @ticklystuff @keru0 and, as always, whoever feels like joining us ~

#tag game #genshin impact #profile tag game

[ennyxythegalaxyfreak]

DLC TALK HERE!! No spoilers till under the cut tho.

SO!!!

While I said that the new chapter of the fic is FINALLY coming this week(or veery early next week) after having to write it, scrapping parts and doing a bit of a rework and a rewrite as well...

What I really wanna say is. I had the fortune of being able to play the DLC myself right on release instead of watching a letsplay as my first impression, which would be a first when it comes to FNAF! YAY!!

I just finished playing through it finally(still missing the tird ending tho), and my mind is a scramble trying to make sense and assemble puzzle pieces on a sleepy brain. Without going into detail, I feel like it neither confirmed NOR denied any of my personal fears on it and it just leaves me in a picky spot of observations, assessments, ideas, hypothetical possibilities of explanations that could go either here or there...

In other words, I enjoyed it, I had a lot of fun despite all my reservations, but story-wise(and as a person not the fondest of book lore or a couple fan theories) I'm in not even sure how to sort my feelings appropriately xD

In any case thankfully it didn't make me change my opinion on lil Gregs to be quite frank, tho he does have me thinking him over more now.

Now a lil more detail under the cut, with SPOILERS this time!!! Still not too much tho.

First, Eclipse had me FREAKING jfnjngrde I did NOT expect to see him there, that caught me SO off-guard.

Second, the V.A.N.N.I. thing still has me curious, but damn i loved that visually tho. Happy to see a Helpy in some shape way or form. With an "i" instead of "y" lol

Then there's Roxy. Though she's not my fave, I still love her to bits, so I was SO VERY HAPPY to see the way she was treated in the DLC. The bond with Cassie was just so qwq

Then oh god, the headless Freddy thing... At first I was abt to get sad abt it. Then I was like, what he doin in Fazer Blast if this is the Burntrap ending. And then I read the word "prototype" on his foot and was like, ooooh. Okay xD

I do wonder how our good old Fred is doing tho, hope he's fine, since we didn't actually see a hint of him in the game. And on the same note as that is Vanessa of course.

Okay next is the whole thing with the comic panels. Not rly a fan of basically saying all the other endings except one are less of an alternative timeline type of thing and more of, well, fiction, kinda as a much smaller extension of my pet peeve of "it was all a dream/fiction/whatever" but oh well. Don't think it's gonna stop anyone tho, least of all me.

Curious about the one that had two Gregory's in it(I know it's one of the ending panels but like, interesting choice of a panel there xD) but I suppose it could be a bit of a thing hinting to the fact that there ARE kinda two, "Gregory" guiding us being a sham

The whole thing with Gregory supposedly being stuck or trapped reeked of suspicious way before any of the Mimic stuff became known to me, since way back when I first saw the poster. Him guiding Cassie to Roxy Raceway in the game I was guarded on it the whole game, even just the littlest things like a weird and unnatural-sounding tone on a word or two and the everything... Doesn't take a genius is what am sayin. So my bestie who had to tolerate watching me play and ramble on about what i think may be happening being my witness, the reveal was an "i knew it" moment

Then post reveal when he says he's not even in the Plex anymore, there's a small part of me that is like "but what if it's also a fluke" still but under the assumption he IS the real one... He said "we" and "us" and there was someone with him, wonder if it's Fred or nah... Honestly never sure abt anything with this franchise and I'm not a big lore person or a theorist either.

And the whole betrayal thing... Not saying what he did is right, but considering the threat of the Mimic I can't really entirely blame him either. If it's genuinely him and him in his right mind (we don't talk abt ggy here thanks), and even if it's not the case, I can already smell people hating on a child cuz of a decision like they like to do

Is prolly not all and not best formed by am not home, my laptop is on 9%, my phone is not logged into tumblr and I didn't take my passwords here, soooo.... Thank you for coming to my ramblings if anyone actually read this lmao! Just needed to get these raw thoughts outta my system before going to bed.

[hitmewithabusposts]

First of all, love your writing!!!

Secondly, if you could write something friends to lovers related with a fem reader and Knoxville, that would be awesome! Like a “will they or won’t they” situation and then something finally happens between them and they don’t know how to handle it.

Thank you!! ❤️

Thank you for the request! I absolutely love this one!🫶

Memories

Johnny Knoxville x Reader

Angst, Fluff?

TW: alcohol, language, I don’t think there’s anything else really

I was going through some old boxes I had shoved to the dusty back corner of my apartment, and had pulled out an album of old photos. Flipping through it I felt my heart swell at the memories I had with my parents, grandparents, siblings, and yes, PJ.

Some of the pictures showed him and I as kids playing in one of our front yards, sitting together at church gatherings, neighborhood barbecues, and yes, that horrendous middle school dance picture.

I chuckled to myself and grabbed my phone, taking pictures of these and sending them to him. Immediately I got a text back saying.

“God, get rid of those things, they don’t need to see the light of day sweetheart”

Knowing I now had good blackmail to use against him, I smiled to myself before continuing to go through the pictures.

PJ’s parents and mine had been neighbors and friends, so naturally when PJ and I were born only a whole 7 months apart, we grew up being best friends and when he asked me to move out to California with him I took it. Now here we are years later with a whole franchise around us and our friends dumbass pranks and whatever else we can do to hurt ourselves or eachother.

Everyone back home always said him and I would “end up together” and of course the fans of the show had their theories (so did the guys), but PJ had always been a ladies man, seemingly sporting a new girl every other night, so any feelings I had (not that I’d ever admit that I ever did or do have feelings) got pushed away by whatever guy I found at the bar that night.

Tonight we were all going out to celebrate the end of filming the first Jackass movie, and PJ said he’d be at my apartment at 8 to get me. I quickly got a shower and put on a short and tight red dress, putting on black heels and leaving my hair down. I usually didn’t wear makeup considering my job, but decided to put just some mascara and a light color lipstick on tonight.

I heard my apartment door open and knew it was PJ with the keys I had given him for my apartment, and him stepping into my room confirmed that.

“Hey…woah-hey sweetheart” he muttered out, leaning against the doorframe that was in between my room and my bathroom, admiring me in the mirror trying to fix up the lipstick. I smiled at him, turning around to face him.

He had on his normal dickies, and a tight tee shirt, showing off his biceps and the muscles under his shirt, ending right above his belt buckle. And of course his red converse and sunglasses sat on his head. “Hey Peej, ready?” He simply nodded, and stepped aside allowing me to go first.

We started the walk to the bar, which was only a few blocks from my place, PJ deciding to leave his car parked in front of my apartment complex. “What’s up with you? You’ve been quiet since you got to my place” I asked, nudging his shoulder as we walked.

“Nothing, just peachy sweetheart” he replied back with his signature smile, reaching for my hand to pull me closer to him as we approached the bar and a group of men were outside.

“What do you wanna drink? It’s on me” he said, dropping my hand when we were in the bar and he saw the other guys already drinking at a table in the back. “Can you get me a shot of tequila and a cocktail of some sort, I’m not picky just surprise me” I told him, as he nodded and I walked over to the guys.

“Heyyy there she is! And wow you look like a girl!” Pontius yelled, already drunk, getting laughs from the other equally-drunk guys. “When did you guys get here?” I asked them, taking a seat on one of the barstools. “Like an hour ago, been waiting for you and lover boy” Pontius added on wiggling his eyebrows, getting giggles from the rest of the boys.

“Speak of the devil” he said, when Knox slid down in the seat next to me, passing me my drinks. Knox nodded at them acknowledging them before leaning over to me and whispering, “they’re already drunk?” And I just laughed and nodded.

The night went on, with lots of drinking games (which I typically lost) and soon I was also drunk and trying to get PJ to dance with me.

“cMon…pretty please? For meee?” I begged, trying to pry his beer out of his hands and drag him with me. He was the only sober one, insisting he didn’t wanna be wasted trying to walk himself and I back to my apartment later. “I don’t dance sweetheart” he said with a chuckle, earning a pout from me. “Fine” I told him, stomping off to the bar to order another drink on his tab.

“What’s your drink? I’ll buy” I heard a man next to me say as I was about to tell the bartender. I quickly looked back at Knox who was sipping his beer and watching me, and out of nowhere, the memories I had of all the times I’ve watched him leave me and the guys at a bar as he’d walk off with some drunk girl he met. “Tequila, please?” I told the man, scooting closer his way as he slid the bartender cash. “Make that two” he said before turning to face me some more.

“What’s a pretty thing like yourself doing out here?” He asked me, sliding a hand around my waist to hold my lower back. Swallowing uncomfortably, I took a step back, grabbing the shot of tequila the bartender had set down. “Oh um- my friends over there and me are just out” I said, pointing to the table where obnoxiously drunk guys were arguing amongst eachother about whatever game they were playing now, and PJ who’s eyes were burning holes in this guys head and his hand on my back.

“Fella with the sunglasses don’t look too impressed” the guy laughed, holding me closer as to taunt him. “Oh, just ignore it I’m not sure what his problem is” I said, trying to find a way out of this guys arms. “Wanna get out of here?” The guy asked me, and before I could try to come up with a way to say no, I felt two big hands wrap around my arms and pull me back into his chest.

I tilted my head up and was met with PJ who’s jaw was locked and his hold on me wasn’t letting up. “Hey man, what’s your issue?” The guy I had been talking to asked him angrily. “You are, she clearly didn’t wanna be wrapped up around you” he said, clearly pissed off, pushing me in front of him out of the front of the bar, ignoring any remarks the guy made back to him.

While I was thankful he got me out of that situation, the alcohol in my system was telling me to be pissed off. Why the fuck did he think he had to right to decide who I wanna be around when 90% of the time he would disappear with some random girl anytime we went out.

“What the hell PJ, let go of me” I said when we were out of the bar and on the street, shaking his hands off my arms and feeling the cold breeze on my legs now. “What? Did you want to go with him? I can march you right back in there and drop you off in his lap if that’s what you want?” He said equally as angry.

“No I don’t but I don’t need you to come decide who I talk to. Maybe I would have changed my mind!” I yelled back arguing with him. He sighed and chuckled, running his hands though his hair. “You don’t need to be going off drunk with random guys in that bar, you should have seen the way he was staring at you, he looked like he wanted to eat you up and spit ya out the next morning!” he yelled back.

“What’s so different about that and all the girls you take home? Huh?” “That’s different, I can handle myself and” “and what PJ?” “And those girls aren’t you, you don’t deserve to be treated like those girls. I take ‘em home just to get over some shit and forget their names the next day. You’re better than just being some drunk guys hookup” he mumbled out, seemingly less angry now.

“How come?” I pressed, and now he just stood still, staring at me with his hands to his side. “You don’t get it do you?” He asked, sounding defeated. “I’m confused PJ, I don’t know what you mean or why you think I’m suddenly so much better than a drunk hookup in a bar or-“ “it’s because I love you, I have for ages sweetheart” he said cutting me off, my heart instantly dropping in my chest. When I looked at him, he was closer to me now, holding my wrist with near tears in his eyes.

“You don’t mean that PJ…” I mumbled, suddenly feeling suffocating and like I was quickly sobering up. “I do, I’m sober and I mean it, hell I think I’ve loved you since that stupid middle school picture was taken” he admitted, laughing as he probably pictured that photograph id sent him earlier. “This isn’t fair” I said suddenly, pulling away from him, as he took a step closer.

“What’s not? Talk to me, please?” He desperately pleaded with me now, we both had forgotten about the bar and the drunk people filing in and out of it and the world right now only felt like us.

“It’s not fair. For YEARS I’ve wanted to tell you that but you’ve always just gone off with another girl, and the one night I try to do the same thing you suddenly swoop in with some undying love confession? What if this isn’t what I want anymore?” I told him, tears pricking at my eyes now, yet my hands found his and held on tight. “You’re my best friend PJ, I don’t wanna lose that” I mumbled.

“Sweetheart, all those girls were just my desperate attempt to get over you, because I never could of thought I’d find the courage to be telling ya any of this, you gotta believe me, and I’m always gonna be your best friend and you’re not gonna just be able to get rid of me that quick angel, please” he begged again, staring down at me with big eyes.

“Can we just go home?” I asked, watching his eyes break. But he just nodded and held my hand as we silently walked back to my apartment. I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing I made a mistake because the man I’ve always loved just confessed to me and I shut him down. But I was in no place to think clearly

We walked into my apartment building and up to my door. “Do you want me to stay or?” “PJ, I love you too” I blurted out, cutting him off. “What?” He questioned, not believing me. “I love you. I just-I was overwhelmed back there and was too drunk still and not thinking straight and couldn’t believe that you actually said any of that. But I wanna be with you, if that’s what you want” I confessed, once again holding his hands and pulling him close to me.

Instead of speaking, he grabbed my waist, and pushed his lips on mine, and my hands found their way to his jaw, kissing back eagerly, like it had been the first time I’ve ever been kissed.

When we pulled away, his hands rested on my hips and his forehead on mine. “You sure?” He asked, walking me backwards till my back rested against my apartment door, us still in the hall. “I’ve been sure since I saw you in that absolutely horrible suit that night of our middle school dance” I chuckled, as he laughed back against my lips.

“Wait till we call home and tell them” he said, his fingertips now tracing along my spine. “They’re not gonna be shocked, neither are the guys” I said, hooking my fingers in the loops of his pants. “Wanna come in? And stay?” I asked, pulling slightly on him. “How could I ever say no?”

#jackass #johnny knoxville #anon request #angst? #part two? #pj clapp #jackass forever #jackass fic

[kitwing-moving]

hiii i dont think im going to use the taglist on this unless i decide to compile everything together on like ao3 or something. quotev /j

this is gonna have multiple parts and now that im typing this i think i may actually put the rest somewhere else or post them on my writing storage blog. uber reluctant to use ao3

okay anyways have medieval vampire priest tatsuviv au because i thought it wuz funny and i liked it. this is only the meeting btw

The cold seemed to seep into her bones past her skin and clothes, and it felt like every muscle in her protested whenever she moved. The rain was relentless in its downpour, and every drop felt like a stone trying to weigh her down, sinking into her bones and making them ache.

Vivian knew it was wrong for her to hide in a cathedral - being the thief that she is and turning her back on holiness. But, there was nowhere else for her to turn after being targeted so relentlessly by the village. Taking refuge here in this church, as far as her legs would take her, was her only option.

She had a rocky enough reputation with the townspeople as it was, or at least in her eyes that seemed to be the truth. She wasn't entirely sure if it was her anxious heart speaking, or if she truly was being excluded and singled out.

But was that really such a bad thing? She thought this to herself as she struggled to push the heavy door open, arms shaking.

She had made friends with several kids younger than her, ones she desperately wished had a better hand dealt them in life. They were from similar walks of life as her, ones singled out and seen as odd or scary. She opened her heart to them, trying to keep a watchful eye for them or feed them, and she even took a few under her wing as their big sister. It felt as if fate had brought them together, the only positive thing she had found about her life.

The pang in her heart almost made her feel sick, the door slowly swinging open with her regret. She had left those kids behind when the townspeople had turned on them. The thought burned her mind, made her throat burn and tears prick at her eyes.

She hated feeling so clueless and lost, someone so helpless and selfish.

It's almost ironic that she fled here after turning her back on holy words that only felt as if they were mocking her, dangling the hope and joy of a cushy life similar to what royalty would be like, only to be told she's a sinner at heart. But Vivian couldn't afford to be picky, not while she's soaked to the bone and still struggling to catch her breath as her anxious heart twists and turns on itself.

She leaned back against the door, squeezing her eyes shut to try and beat back the tears. Her boots squeaked against the floor, and the guilt of getting such a beautiful place of worship dirty only added to the regret, feelings that felt like she was being dragged underground.

Maybe she truly was a sinner at heart, leaving the ones she considered family behind to try and save herself. But there was a spark of hope, one so small that she wanted to cling too and nurture.

They'd be fine, right? Of course. Vivian clenched her fists, wiping her eyes on her arm. She'd rest here and wait the storm out, and then go find them after the night passed - and they'd be perfectly fine and she would apologize and work even harder to protect them.

If it weren't for the full moon, she would gladly go out once more despite the storm. But the thought of being hunted again, by something other than humans, made her feel too cowardly to even look outside. It's a miracle she even survived long enough to get to this cathedral, making her way through thickets and trees and mud.

Everything felt like a dream, as if she could just wake up from this nightmare and laugh it away, go 'that's silly, that'd never happen!'.

But she couldn't. Vivian felt her emotions rising in her throat, hot and prickly, and she covered her mouth to muffle a sob.

Would someone like her truly be worth saving? She doubted it. Vivian sniffled, gritting her teeth as she struggled to force her emotions down and do her best to remain levelheaded.

But a gentle hand on her head almost made her jump out of her skin and she quickly scrambled up to her feet, tear-brimmed eyes staring through blurry vision at someone she did not want to see, especially now. A priest. Rage flared in her heart briefly, but it only died down. There was no reason for her to direct her rage about false hope holy words brought towards this man.

"S... sorry." Her voice was much more shaky than she intended, and it made her feel small.

The priest only shook his head, holding his hands up to show he wasn't a threat to her. "Please, don't worry. Are you alright? What happened?"

His voice... it was much less grating than she anticipated for a priest. It was nice, unfortunately. But those spiteful thoughts faded away fast as she looked at the ground.

Vivian didn't know how to reply to his questions. Her mind was a mess, and she just wanted to curl up and sleep, or more preferably -

"Come, come... Let's get you warmed up, now that I've gotten your attention." The priest gestured for her to follow him, and the inviting smile he gave calmed her anxious heart just the tiniest bit, cutting through her thoughts, although she could still see the worry in his eyes.

Vivian didn't have the energy left in her to object. She merely nodded, dragging her heavy legs after him as he led her deeper into the cathedral. There was a muted thought at the back of her head - She really should have taken her boots off so she didn't track more mud in - but she didn't pay it much mind.

She didn't notice when the priest stopped, either, quickly stumbling back when she almost ran into him. He only chuckled, eyebrows still drawn together in worry as he stared at her. "I had living quarters built on quite some time ago... It's been a while, and I haven't tended to them, so please allow me to prepare one for you." He tilted his head over to where a fireplace was, although unlit. There were rather comfortable looking chairs near it, albeit a little rickety and old - they certainly had seen better days.

Vivian picked up the unspoken words, and only let out a hum of agreement as she dragged herself over and took a seat in front of the fireplace, the warmth offering comfort to the aches she felt.

The priest stood for a moment, observing her. Vivian felt her rage spark up again, and she wanted to snap at him and yell and scream, but the burden of that emotion was enough to snuff itself out, the exhaustion of such emotions enough to weigh her eyelids down.

She didn't know when a blanket had fallen around her shoulders, or when she found herself leaning against the priest as he led her to a spotless room.

Exhaustion really must have sunk it's claws into her deep, she mused to herself, those memories only felt as distant as a dream.

The only thing she can vividly remember is how warm his arm felt around her, and how comforting the rumble of his chest was as he spoke to her, words that she failed to remember as sleep finally got to her.

Except for his name. One she thought was nice, despite only having caught part of it.

Tatsu...

Even if it was not his full name, knowing part of it made her feel grateful.

Thank you, Tatsu.

#🐾.txt #angelic song #🐾.writing

[moss-selfship]

DAY 2: PICNIC/NATURE

Trying to make it through and survive in the dungeon didn't exactly leave moss and izutsumi much time for romance, sure they had little romantic moments and even made love a few times down there. But to really be alone together and enjoy a romantic time together was something they just couldn't sneak off from the rest of the group to do. But now that the power of the dungeon was defeated and the two of them were finally out of it with everyone else, they now had all the time in the world for the romance they didn't get to do earlier. “Did you get the food?” Izutsumi asked excitedly, her tail fluttering behind her as she looked at the half dragon man that was her partner. The man looked down at her with a smile and held up the basket. “Course i did, plenty of fish and crab just like you like. No mushrooms of course” The half dragon man said, his large tail dragging along as the two of them walked towards the spot they had found. Izutsumi’s eyes lit up as she grinned. “Good, you know how picky i am about food, and senshi isnt here to make me eat any of the veggies i dont want to!” She said excitedly causing the dragon man to laugh, he leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of her head drawing a small purr from the cat girl as they two made their way to their spot. It was a small clearing with a small creek passing through it ringed by trees and shrubbery all around it hiding it from the rest of the world. The two of them found the spot, Izutsumi placed the blanket on the ground where they would lay as moss set out the food, using small bits of flame breath to warm up some of the food that had started to get cold. Finally the picnic was set up and the two of them sat down to enjoy there food. “Lets eat!” Moss said excitedly, izutsumi raising a copper cup of tea. “Don't have to tell me twice!” Izutsumi exclaimed excitedly as the two of them dug into their food, laughing and making jokes as the two of them feasted. The two of them ate and talked till the sun went down and they were both full. Moss pulled out some candles and placed them around the blanket and lit them as the two cuddled on the blanket,enjoying the feeling of each other as they cuddled together. “You know i'm lucky to have found you” Moss said, placing a kiss on the catgirls head who chuckled. “Considering you were starving to death and chained up in a cell yeah id say so” Izutsumi said with a coy smile, laughing as moss gently elbowed her side as he joined in on the laughing. “You know what I mean sumi.” Moss said with a chuckle as he hugged her close, the catgirl purring into him. “Well i am pretty awesome so anyone that meets me is lucky, especially if they were dating me.” Izutsumi said with a smug grin, suddenly being lifted up and letting out a little giggling shriek as she wiggled. “PUT ME DOWN!” She squealed with a giggle as moss held her up. “Not till you let me be romantic damn it” He said laughing as he held her up in the air, her limbs flailing around as she giggled and wriggled. “OK OK YOU WIN!” Izutsumi said, finally being lowered back onto the ground, she snuggled closer to him as she sighed softly. “I'm lucky to have found you too.” here is day 2 of the writing prompt a whole day early! hope i keep up the steam lol. here is the writing prompt and shout out to @huntinglove for making it

#love in the dungeon #my writing

[villains4hire]

Vaggie. (Hazbin Hotel)

1 - I will be using the wiki's canon sexuality for her and making her gender relatively vague. Why? Hrm, because I think some people in how they regard things is understandable, but how they express themselves and think it is absolute law is a pretty dumbass take whether criticizing it or not, esp when most people don't erase her liking women. I am fine with any forms of sexuality or even gender change so long as it reflects canon to some degree. Such as how I roleplay a majority of my women as trans fem, but they're still women. I will be keeping this character primarily into women, but certain feminine men she also could like or certain types of men, but is really picky when it comes to them. This character has never been confirmed to be a lesbian and the wiki reflects that, but overall is presumed to be one by the fandom, which is flawed thinking honestly.

2 - If you are weirdly aggressive toward Vaggie over Charlie's relationship with her? Mostly as I can kinda tell those types? I am not your vent toward what you see as a threat to the 'Alistar and Charlie' ship. You will be blocked if you're annoying about this or just randomly unfunny. As I am fine with people just being a dick to her or if I know you? You could even slap her ass or something, expect to get backhanded though, honestly, but it is very obvious when people are self-inserting their disdain for Vaggie.

3 - That being said? I do not force the Chaggie canon ship and I more or less either have them as ride or die best friends, or simply lovers. Any Charlie's interested in my Vaggie need to ask before I ship, as I'm pretty relaxed but it's never to assume I ship out the gate even if it comes to canon.

4 - My Vaggie is detached from canon in terms of origin, what she is, her power-set, but I will be keeping the 'hispanic' part of her even if she is a 'Fallen Angel' now. I will mostly use her canon personality as it develops as she's largely not too characterized, though go my own way still? As I don't see why Angels can't reflect the good aspects of humanity, what we are, compared to how Hell often reflects the bad, but also what we are too since Millie seems to be southern along with her family? Regardless, I won't delve into any culture and simply use phrases on occasion rather than try to use a language I know nothing about. In terms of power-scaling? I'd say she's just under an Overlord but probably could kamikaze one and die in the process, or even a Goetia considering Striker was implied to be able to kill Stolas. Granted, not all Goetia of course, but eh, I'll play it by ear as this mostly is just to give reference to what she's capable of as Vaggie wouldn't do this unless pushed to the brink vs someone specifically.

5 - My Vaggie's true name is canonically Vagatha which is possibly taken from Agatha (Doesn't go by Agatha) which means 'Good Woman' in Greek, but is also fine going by 'Evangeline' which I thought was the fitting name for her before her fall since it means 'Good Angel' in old english. Granted, you need to be closer to use Evangeline, Eva or any variant of that compared to the former.

6 - ->My Disclaimer on the Fandom<-

Body reference above.

Vaggie's Fallen Angelic Form FC, though by default she's in her canon looks as we know her. (Corrupted Angelic Form, her berserk fallen angelic form is way too weird/complicated to get commissioned easily) This is merely an edit to flatten the chest but leave some slight moth fluff beneath the shirt, then four arms, etc, wings.

Family: @kugel-bitch​ (Lute and Vaggie’s younger sister) Names: Vagatha Harmayne (Vaggie) - Evangeline Harmayne (Eva) Do I want them to die: Death is pretty prevalent, so while not permanent? Yes. They're different from the average 'Hybrid Being' though. Will I have/get icons: I have a lot. Tag: dissenting fall (default verse) - aimless fallen (Multiverse/Outside of the Hazbin Hotel Verse) As I am willing to use this character in fantasy, or other crossover settings outside of Hell other than Sci-Fi, but I’d be fine with her going into space/Rick and Morty, Final Space, or otherwise etc as I don’t really care about the canon unless interacting with someone from that fandom. Age: A few centuries. Sex: AMAB by human standards. Gender: Trans Fem by human standards. Fine with he/she pronouns. Race: Angel: Subrace - Justicar Caste (Former) - Fallen Angel: Subrace - Demonic Moth Hybridized with her Former Species (Current) Sexuality: Queer, Sapphic Leaning (Canon) Personality Traits: Slow to warm up to people. Pragmatic. Cautious, though not afraid to die entirely. Realist. Supportive. Loyal. Loving (Depending). Sassy. Kind of bitchy. Complains a lot. Fairly prudish, but could be into someone depending. Has a very dry quip or reply type of humor. A bit of dark humor, though not overly fucked up and usually fitting when the situation rarely calls for it. Gets human things to the point of understanding lingo, phrasing, but not exactly how they think at all times. Has a distrust toward masculine figures, though isn't completely overbearing about it. Passing comments, a slight dislike. Distrusting of others in general. Kind-hearted deep down and does provide mercy, though not stupid about it. Fairly high intelligence. Capable of changing her opinions. Judgmental somewhat but mostly to those she could consider a sleezeball. Curses a bit. Brutal. Rage-filled, somewhat easy to rile up depending on who it is. Argues, but not entirely quick to violence unless provoked rather heavily. It'd have to be something past petty insults. Will take you down with her like a rabid honey badger if it comes to it, though rarely is the first to attack first even if she points her weapon at someone. Tactical. Leadership in Combat at least, though socially while capable, not a well-adjusted one. Mental Traits: Angelic, Demonic mind with the Justicar Caste, specifically that of the Exterminator Angel subset of the Justicars. Is able to retain a calm sense of thought even if lost in her rage. Physical Traits: 5'5, mostly confined to canon proportions with a slight neck adjustment so it’s a bit thicker, then maybe slightly thicker body wise? But she’s relatively small-framed as a person, I just make it more realistic though keep a sense of it’s not human by any means. Somewhat flat but not exactly? Nearly though. Her wings were moth wings prior and used them to dart and move at extreme speeds. Her physique is deceptively strong despite her thinner frame, but not greater than a Hellhound’s. Powers: Her powers more or less resemble or are a hybridized combination of her prior species. • Rage-Fueled: While part of her previous caste? Vaggie's powers are fueled by her anger or hatred. In general, this is how her powers worked prior, though now with a demonic flare instead of righteous retribution. Some of her innate powers guide this such as pain, hate, or a strong need to carry something out. • Exterminator Physique: She does not tire in combat, she has extreme durability to getting shot, hit and functionality even if her body is brutalized or torn to pieces until she's completely destroyed. Her strength is supernatural, though not impressive by supernatural standards as at most she could rip off a car door, a standard sized steel door or something. • Rage Regeneration: While not extreme amounts such as instant regeneration of limbs, it is visible while fighting. • Exterminator Rage: Vaggie can 'die', but enters a rage state when killed to which lasts a few hours, pushes her body beyond its limits until she breaks or is physically destroyed. She is completely aware while in this state, but more or less has to fight until she dies and can't control herself other than what she's attacking. Healing her out of death is capable of ending this rage to which she'll then collapse and spasm for a few minutes before fine. Mostly because her body thinks she's dead before resetting as it does confuse her innate genetics as her specific Angelic Type. • Instinctive Jolting Reflexes and Speed: Capable of dodging bullets, blows, or parrying. Think of like the Flash from DC. She can do this with or without her wings out. Combined with her weaponry? She more or less uses a style to attack vital points to her target to quickly move onto the next. This is intentionally based off of canon Exterminators. • Summonable Holy Weaponry: has throwing knives and a spear to which she can resummon on the fly. It's partially why she only fights when she has to usually. Vaggie summons these weapons by pulling from the X in her other eye, though there’s no visual gore or anything like that, it’s just a flash of reddish light • Revival: Like most other Demonic or Angelic Entities? Vaggie revives, however, due to her nature? She often revives at a neutral location when and if she dies. That being Earth as it's a neutral anchor, I have it this way as Vaggie's 'Fall' wasn't really her intention and instead was saved through a series of events. Albeit she didn't exactly ask or intend to, but stayed with Charlie at the conclusion of them and their journey together of how they met. Due to her Exterminator genetics though? Other than core memories such as Charlie, people she knows, she does lose a chunk of her own memories when she dies. • Plane-Shifting: Vaggie can no longer enter Heaven with her fall, but is capable of going to Earth on her own. • Fallen Form: This has no real effect on her powers, but her true form is that of an Angelic Moth Horror that's more discernibly demonic and in line with being say. A moth humanoid version of a hellhound but rather bizarre in the shapes, broken rings and so on scattered or separated throughout the body. Otherwise, when not in this form, she simply looks like that of a humanoid moth with broken rings over her limbs. This is probably something she'd use if lost at the moment or death raging. • Holy Resistance: Vaggie has some forms of Holy Resistance, granted, holy weaponry STILL does kill her, but it has to be the finishing blow that destroys her rather than send her into a death rage. Otherwise, it does not really do much to her other than pierce her more easily. I kind of reason this is simply how that type of weaponry works, however, albeit, it does not kill pure angels. • Knowledgeable about Demons and keeps the players on the radar in her sights: She has a deep knowledge of Alister and his place, probably among the others. I will not have her god-mod, but mostly just if your character is infamous of famous within Hell, Heaven, or even Earth if doing a fantasy setting? Then yeah, she probably knows of them if she’s been in the area for a month or two. And is also capable of tactics, forming strategies on the best way to kill something if given enough time or on the fly depending. • Hunter Sense: Vaggie is not exactly entirely blind in her other eye that has an X over it, but mostly it picks up aura trails and meshes with sight in general, to which everyone’s is unique. Mostly to track quickly and to kill. Higher Demons such as Stolas, Ozzie, Lucifer, Lilith, etc probably are aware of this basic Exterminator ability and can hide their auras for those more magic inclined . She can use this to fight invisible creatures as well unless hiding their auras, along with remembering weak-points through the aura once discovered. Motivations: To be free. To be loved. To support a cause for the common good. To enjoy things. To see her family again. Backstory: I had considered writing a backstory drabble like I have for other characters of great interest? And still might as it’d be called ‘Fall’ if people show interest in it enough, an example of my introduction drabbles can be found on Betilla, Ash, Fox, Clarence etc.

But to give a summary: more or less being kind-hearted innately, strong-willed even despite her high ranking from tactics, performance, then eventually the sights she sees. The people she kills and the genuine emotion, fear and the families being part of a squad who purged the Sinners who were just people trying to survive really did start to wake her up with the doubts she had, from families, more etc, the stuff you can’t just ignore. More or less Vaggie was born to be a weapon, a sword of retribution and justice to which she embraced at first, though overtime with all that in mind and an encounter with Charlie? Started talking after they had throughout the fight mostly prompted by Charlie, talking, relating and Vaggie’s doubts more or less confirmed. Was given a charm at the end of it, the two communicating overtime, Vaggie starting to primarily target the more ‘worse’ dredges of the Pride Ring and them specifically. Showing mercy at times when able, though eventually led to unwanted attention by certain other ‘leading’ beings that went to Hell as well. This eventually led to a framing, drama, events I don’t exactly want to spoil? But it ends with her avoiding a fate of memory erase, torture and repeated deaths to make her into a true Exterminator as she was intended to be with the help of the charm, Charlie yoinking her to Hell and her waking up in a bed and going from there.

Multiverse wise, I’m kind of just going to give the same reasoning that Vaggie defected due to how things were run in a vague realm sense of things.

#long post #dissenting fall #aimless fallen #ic #bios save #bios #//I am well aware of the similarities to Stella's powerset

[redratt]

[II] 6, [III] 4, [IV] 1, 3, and 7, for Molly!

What were their ambitions in life? How has this changed?

It's bold to assume Molly had any particular ambitions. I mean, she did, but ambition isn't something that a Bratovich often has, and her ambitiousness often was limited to being able to be useful in a good hunt, something like that. In a way, she never expected... this. She spent her life working around the territory, doing hard physical labor, farming, and hunting. and also, you know, cutting apart bodies or whatever unsavory shit she had to do, but that's par for the course. Now that she's a vampire, though, Molly certainly does have ambitions, but they're oddly like... docile and peaceful, considering what she is. See, Molly's taken to being an Abbot really well, and she likes the work it entails. She takes pride in providing for her pack. It feels good to be able to ensure nobody goes hungry. So she's got this domesticity to her that's probably actually very hard to pick up on, but the fact that she knows everyone's personal blood tastes... she knows her stuff. So I suppose it's a matter of no ambition to the ambition of "being the best Abbot she can be and being a sabbat kind of homemaker." Do they have a coterie?

Molly has a pack! She's the second newest member of the pack, with the newest addition being a hunter who tried to kill her (the Garden Snakes have a sense of humor, and they really enjoy targeting hunters who fail their job). Among the pack, Molly is still finding her footing. She's the abbot, but there's a sense that that happened almost by accident/expectation; Beatrix certainly would have just assumed the Bratovich knew how to keep a good house, given that the Bratoviches are Tzimisce revenants. ... even if the house is unconventional. ... and has a lot of strange things in it that are bloody. And bear traps laying around. and- So Molly really looks up to all the senior members of her pack. There's no question that she's slept with Beatrix, given the Cathari's generally promiscuous nature and also I mean, Beatrix would have 100 percent have railed some uppity Tzimisce's revenant even before Molly got turned. Eden is probably super intimidating and Molly has like, these weird feelings mostly caused by the usual repression of someone from her area. But she respects them both. Dawson and Molly probably got into more than a few arguments, solely because they're ... i mean, dude's a Knight. But Molly gets along with him now and appreciates his steady presence. it helps that he's probably the least picky eater in the entire group, next to Beatrix. Molly doesn't have to stress much about providing in that regard.

Lavinia scares her but fascinates her. She's seen Lavinia rip out someone's spine. so it's like. "hey, you scare me, but your whole dedication is cool too." meanwhile she and Elodie literally tried to kill one another and now they cant look one another in the eye because they're bonded very closely. it's literally like a mid 2000s yuri anime up in here with the amount of [looks eachother in the eye] [gets flustered] [looks away/someone storms out] that goes on. it's unhinged. it's next level. Molly rips someone's neck out and Elodie looks at her and the scene slows down and its like YOURE THE MEANING IN MY LIFE YOU'RE THE INSPIRAAAATIONNNN. they may as well be in a girl's love catholic school anime with the amount of unresolved tension between them. Thoughts on the Camarilla? Molly thinks they're dumb as hell because they don't use revenants. but also because they're literally creating their own problems! why are they killing their neonates? and this is when i tell you that Molly knows literally nothing about the Camarilla that isn't tainted in some way by the point of view of her sire, Gulo, or of her family, or of her pack. Molly literally thinks that all camarilla princes kill new vampires because they can. she thinks that the camarilla wants to domesticate humans into like, house pets. and also uhhh you know there's the whole "the camarilla is out here gargling the antediluvian's balls" so yknow. that's not great either. she's not a fan but the funny thing is she actually doesn't know dick about the real camarilla, and everything she does know is ... skewed and slightly to the left, turned 90 degrees. Thoughts on the Sabbat? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RS7mk-UtdjQ THEY ARE NUMBER ONE! Thoughts on Garou? SO THIS IS GOING TO BE INTERESTING. LOL. So-- for those of you who only know werewolf, i need to explain something about the revenant family that Molly comes from. The Bratoviches are ... hunters. Like, jason voorhees, texas chainsaw massacre horror movie slasher killers. ... the Tzimisce like to use them to hunt garou. It's a lethal thing, and a lot of them do die. But the thing is, they're good. At it. A Bratovich worth their salt knows how to contribute to the hunt. And Molly got turned because she was the one who killed a Garou on their land. Sure, it was just a Black Spiral Dancer off their shit, but Molly is the one who landed the killing shot with that silver bullet, and that's why Gulo turned her. So molly... she thinks of the Garou as threats, but the thing is, it's not the same raw horror that other Cainites feel. Molly? Molly knows a werewolf's weaknesses. she knows about their rages, and she knows about silver, and she knows that if you can catch one alone and you think smart... you can take them down. Garou are terrifying to other people, and Molly doesn't disrespect them, mind. But she thinks of Garou as dangerous animals, as apex predators that she is capable of hunting. She feels a thrill when she's laying a trap for a Garou. She's never going to face one head on without ample preparation, mind. She's not a fucking idiot. But at the same time, a Garou who postures at her will find that Molly is a lot smarter than she looks, and she always carries silver bullets. One of her firearms is always ready for a Garou. so it's this thing where molly isn't going to start a needless fight, but Molly is also keenly aware of their dangers... and is still aware that she can kill them. She just has to be careful. You're not going to catch her picking a fight with a pack -- but you might be able to find the aftermath of Molly having found a little way to worm herself into the armor of a Garou's defense and lay a devastating trap. She knows what makes them angry. so... i guess it's respect, fear, and anticipation all at once.

#vampire the masquerade #sabbat #vtm #red asks #red writes #molly bratovich #tzimisce #clan tzimisce

[lemonade-juley]

Aevia for the worldbuilding questions?

Aevia my friend Aevia (Long Post ahead)

Full Name: just Aevia, she doesn't know or remember og Aevia's last name, nor does she even remember her own name, and as such just kind of adopted Aevia's.

Nicknames: none besides canon nicknames (namely Blossom, could technically count Little Dove from Karen)

Gender/pronouns: girl, she/her

Orientation: also girl (and she's ace)

Age: 18 (as of chapter 15)

Zodiac- I haven't decided on her own birthday so idk

Major good traits- caring and empathetic, puts others first. Also very outgoing when she's actually comfortable.

Major Flaws- puts others first so much to the detriment of her own health, little to no self preservation, and difficult for her to feel comfortable around new people

Goals- literally just making sure her loved ones are all safe. Maybe at one point she wanted to complete the league, but any other goals she had have all fell to the wayside

Fears-related to her goals, her fears are failing to accomplish her goal. Other than that, she has a fear of being forgotten

She's (usually) optimistic, and as mentioned empathetic. Also given she's very quiet around people she's not comfortable with, but outgoing when she is, I guess she's an ambivert (I legit had to look that up I've never heard someone use that word before)

Do they plan or dive right in? No thoughts head empty no plan, and with that she's also very go with the flow.

Other defining traits- she struggles both giving and receiving affection. She's getting better at doing so but sometimes she can be a nervous wreck doing so.

Who's there family- well biological definitely ain't around. Aevia considers basically her whole friend group as family, but as far as actual literal family, of course Nancy, but she also does see Tesla and Amber as her family, along with Mosley.

Where are they from - Aevia was a lost soul plucked to be the Interceptor. Her soul came from another world, though whether it was another timeline or some sort of alternate world is unknown (besides the fact that Pokemon existed there).

Where do they live- I guess technically she's living in Sashila right now

Do they have a job- if you'd consider changing the fate of the world a job, there's that. Otherwise not really.

How are they with technology- she's alright with most of it, nothing really noteworthy

Aevia's not really religious, and as far as any powers or magic, while she's aware she has potential both because of being the Interceptor and because of Adrest, she's really unsure of what it is besides being able to use the Intercept-Z crystal. She is a bit frustrated she doesn't know what she's capable of or that currently she's not able to bring her power willingly. She does know that her connections with others are important for her power, however.

Connections to the lore? Nothing notably different from canon Rejuv MC. Interceptor brought about to change the course of a set fate.

Favorite Season/weather- she likes fall and clear weather. Clear days during fall are very pleasant to her.

Favorite place- Aevia has a soft spot for East Gearen and Sheridan, since those are the places she's met some of her closest friends.

Favorite food- enjoys most food and isn't picky. Soft spot for any and all sweets tho.

Favorite clothes/accessories- loves skirts and dresses. Very much loves the headband she wears due to it being a gift from Melia.

Favorite animal- favorite beast is her Altaria, but she loves her whole team a lot.

Favorite/most used form of transportation- she just uses her Altaria if she needs to rush somewhere, but prefers walking most of the time

Hobbies- kind of inherited an enjoyment for playing piano from og Aevia. Besides that she's unfortunately not had much time to have any hobbies besides battling.

Favorite thing about themself- Aevia actively avoids thinking about herself, though if she had to pick she'd probably say her willingness the put herself on the line for others

Best Friends- her besties, Aelita and Ren

Closest Family member- Amber

Partners- Melia and Venam (those 2 are already more or less canon, I'm just the Queen of extremely niche pairings aren't I)

What organizations/clubs are they a part of- none really, unless you count the gang in Sashila as an organization (though I supposed with Aevia and Aelita acting as leaders and Erin as strategist I suppose it is an organization, if small I guess)

Who are their antagonists- same as canon

#ty for the ask! #this took really long #lemon rambles #pokemon rejuvenation #interceptor oc #long post