#the idea that if there was even a SLIM chance of him escaping and meeting back up with coyot and things going back to the way they were. it

[johnmeowston]

top ten guys who would shatter if thrown at a wall number 1

#thinking abtpers ERMM sorry always think abt him late and then i get self concious. BUT i think #''yknow that life we lived is over. and when we were living it it didnt mean anything anyways'' < THAT. THAT MAKES ME THROW UP AND SOB #because it DID mean something to him!! it meant everything !! #it was the one thing that kept him going he was trapped w laius or wahteva #the idea that if there was even a SLIM chance of him escaping and meeting back up with coyot and things going back to the way they were. it #was worth it enough to endure torment and try to not go crazy < wanted 2 be somewhat normal when he caught up w coyot #even though it never did turn into a reality and instead he came across gunner #and it wasnt until after he had grown to love his new life and the people around him that he saw coyot again . circumstances aside he still #was so happy 2 see he was alive and well. was happy to see that coyot also lived with the people he loved and was doing alright for himself #and was in a better mental state and was well fed and ! #he loved coyot. im so emo over that. love was there but it saved nobody < shaking and crying and throwing up #and thats why i think him dying would be the best outcome 4 him tbh. having to kill your old family must be fucking devastating #and he only did it to ensure a false sense of safety. FML!! #txt

[yanderemommabean]

imagine worshipper yandere overhaul obsessing over you and thinking you're a goddess, divine and pure in every way and worshipping you and doing w/e you want sorry if this is weird or out of the blue but i have FEELINGS

The gloved hands run over your calves as he lays you down on the fresh mattress. You’re ethereal, even when unconscious and unaware, precious and inviting. He could be a predator, ready to take a bite of you between his viscous teeth, and you’d be none the wiser. 

So perfect. Untainted, yet so easy for the vile and filthy to get a hold of. He’s lucky to have found you, to be blessed by whatever rules these wretched planes and bring you where you belong-His home. 

Kai was by no means a saint, his gloved hands covered in blood and sin since the day his heart started pounding. But you? With your gentle touch, brilliant eyes, and ways to melt the coldest of hearts, he’d happily repent. He’d slaughter all of the city in just a snap if you asked, no hesitation. 

Ah, but his plans and devotion to you can’t be explained when you’re resting, now can they? As much as he adores watching you rest, he needs to awaken you, bring you back to him so you can see that your knight has come to rescue you. 

“Oh, my sweet divine creature” he purrs, massaging your calves as he gently spreads your legs apart. “Come back to me, cleanse my heart with the sight of your vibrant eyes”. He shudders when the skin of your ankle brushes against his wrist, so warm and soft. He debates removing his gloves entirely, but shakes the thought quickly. 

He has to secure you first and foremost, then he can see if you’ll bless him with touch and maybe even taste. Oh to have you on his tongue, allowing him to drink you in, drown in your euphoric essence, it’s enough to make the usually composed man salivate. 

You rouse slowly, eyebrows pinching when you feel cold metal clasp around your ankles and secure them. You twist, straining your arms that were placed behind your back, sensing that they were bound as well. Terrified eyes meet obsessive, sinister ones as you snap awake to see what in the world was going on, and if you had any hope of escape. 

The minute you saw who was holding you captive, you knew that chance was slim to none. 

Overhaul-one of if not THE most dangerous villains, has you tied down and vulnerable, and from what you can gather, is about to take you apart for god knows what. You swallow nervously, knowing begging wouldn’t make the monster change his mind. This is a fate hard to swallow, but you have to accept it. No matter how hard you fight, there is no escaping him. 

Others would possibly have a fighting chance, but you had no defense. You were quirkless, it’s as laughable of an escape as a kitten trying to be menacing. 

“Oh, there we are” he cooed, pressing his now unmasked face into the palm of his hand as he stared at you. “I must say, you look so tempting like this, so easy to devour and consume…But I won’t subject you to my hunger so early. However-” he drops his hand down, squeezing the meat of your legs as you wince “I must inform you on just how close I am to abandoning that idea. You’ve no idea what you do to me. How I’m completely and blissfully consumed by you and your presence. To have continued to control my urges thus far is nothing short of a miracle”. 

You’re confused, tensing up even more at the idea that Overhaul might just be a cannibal who gets off on tormenting his prey. “P-Please! Please don’t eat me! I-I don’t know what I did to make you angry but I’m sorry!” you abruptly plead, arms twisting again in the bindings behind your back, causing your hips to raise off of the bedding. 

In an effort to get away from the man, you’ve only managed to tease the beast even more, his mouth watering as he watched you writhe and beg. Oh the fantasies he could have with those noises alone. 

But this isn’t a fantasy anymore. This is finally his chance to show you how devoted he is, how he worships you and wants you to make him your favorite disciple. He gently pushes your hips back down, not wanting his beloved to stress and wear out as he explained his intentions, soothing your trembling legs with small circles as he crawled between them. 

“You could never anger me. Those varmints and flea ridden filth who come near you however…Heh they face my wrath. They hear the gospel I spew for you as I take them apart piece by piece, and by the time I’m done..they’re a brand new person, with the correct way of thinking”. 

Wait- did he mean he brainwashed them through torture? Or that he physically rearranged their minds? Either one was awful, and for whatever reason the psycho decided to do those heinous acts in YOUR name. It was too much to process, your mind racing as the man continues to fondle and touch you, hands still covered. 

“W-What are you talking about? What do you want from me?!” you yell out, coaxing an amused chuckle from him. Kai pulls his hands away reluctantly, making a show as he pulled off his gloves, his eyes half lidded as he looked down at you. “I want you to let me serve you. Let me bring you past the peaks of bliss you’ve become used to, and ascend you even further.” 

He shudders at the warmth underneath his fingertips, slowly dragging his touch over your skin as he removes what little clothing you had left, leaving you bare and under his depraved gaze. “Let me worship you…let my body be a tool for you to use, to bring you beyond bliss, I’ll do whatever it is you wish me to do”. 

You highly doubt that last part, but push that sarcasm to the back of your mind as humiliation takes over, your eyes clenching shut as your cheeks burn and tears form. “Please, you don’t have to do this! Just let me go!” you brokenly sob, shaking as he leans down to cup your face. “Oh, beloved…I’ve done that for too long. I’ve let you go without the proper treatment, I’ve let you go on long enough without your gospel and light being spread…I’m afraid I cannot continue those atrocities”. 

A pathetic cry leaves your lips as he kisses you, moaning into your mouth and pressing the back of your head to keep you still. His kiss was starved, demanding. Like he had finally been given the permission to eat a feast he had been denied for too long. 

And feast he did. Your mouth was so sweet, so pliant as you sobbed into him, fighting and wriggling as he drank in his fill. But he was a being born of greed and sin, and soon the lustful kisses weren’t enough. He hisses with clenched teeth as he pulls away, grinding his growing tent against your uncovered sex. “Oh, my sweet, yes! You taste even more delectable than I could ever have imagined!” he exclaimed breathlessly. He looks down to watch his cock leak and leave a wet patch on his pants, grinding the both of your sexes together. 

“Even clothed, you feel euphoric. I cannot wait to be blessed by all of your essence, to be dripping in it as you lay beneath me” he chuckled as he caught his breath, his cheeks tinted pink as he grinds just a bit harder and elicits a moan from you. 

“That’s it. Moan for me, my savior. Sing to me your holy melodies as I worship every inch of your skin” Kai praises, his fingers snaking down to slowly stroke you up and down, covering them in the slick substance as he grinned. 

Oh this evening will be the start of many love and lust filled ones. Kai wants to suckle on his fingers as they get drenched, but teasing you and making you drip is just as delicious. “I’m going to treat you the way you should have been treated all along. Just lay back, and let your servant serve you”. 

(Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think PLEASE-Mommabean )

#yandere overhaul #yandere bnha #mommabean #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere villain #yandere smut #yandere lemons #ish #i mean we're getting there #yandere chisaki kai #chisaki x reader

[hirsheyskisses]

Novel.

A Whole New World: Pt. 1

Summary: in this new world, you find yourself to be faced with a strange man. He claims to have friends, friends who can help. Help you from what? None of this, nothing in this world feels like your own.

Length: medium.

An: any questions or ideas? Ask away my sweets!

"Oh? Are you finally awake?"

Though soft, and cautious, the sudden voice caused you to practically leap to the ceiling. Your eyes locked onto a man, a man who stood just peeking around the corner at you.

Nothing about him appeared to be immediately threatening, but that didn't change the fact that you'd either been kidnapped, or some inter-dimensional portal had thrown you into his rather dusty house.

Let's be real, it's probably the first option, you think to yourself.

You didn't say a word. Instead, you eyed him. Your hands were raised in front of your body, prepared to perform self defensive tactics should the need arise.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I don't even know how you got here,"

The male rounded the corner fully, allowing you a full view of him. As the sun glistened through, you made mental note of his appearance: he's slim, but doesn't seem weak. A two toned blue hair, dyed, you decided, golden earrings, piercing blue eyes- and heels? You dig it. Doesn't change the fact you don't trust him. He wore a tight black shirt and pants, but over that was a white cloak with what appeared to be card designs.

"Yeah right," you scoffed, "you do a horrible job kidnapping me and come up with an even worse lie! Atleast come up with something a little less lame than 'I don't know how you got here.'"

Was passing off your captor a good idea? Definitely not. But you did it anyways.

"Hey now," He complained, "you didn't even give me a chance to explain what happened! This is breaking and entering.

"Besides, if I was gonna kidnap you, I would've tied you up or something so you can't escape."

He tapped the side of his head as though forcefully visualizing the thought of 'logic' in your mind. Well fuck. He had a point, but that didn't make you trust him.

"I can guess by your reaction you're just as confused as I am. Or, was. You've been out for a couple of hours, and I had time to discuss with a friend possibilities of what could've happened.

"Allow me to introduce myself- I'm Ike Eveland. A novelist - you just so happened to be thrown into my house."

Ike, his name was. He stared at you expectantly, and you realized he wanted you to introduce yourself as well. Understandable.

"(Name.) (Full name.) ...nice to.. meet you? My memory feels fuzzy. ...so you're.. not a kidnapper?"

This time Ike let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "No. I just happen to be who you stumbled across. Say, where are you from?"

It was concerning how comfortable Ike looked about this whole situation. Your mind felt fuzzy and you could barely even remember the answer the question he asked. Why was he so okay with this? What did he know that you didn't? More importantly, why didn't he call the cops on you?

"...From (location). Are we anywhere near there?"

"...huh? Where's that?"

"In (district/state) , (country). Why?"

Ike suddenly looked confused. You didn't understand why, so you threw out, "on (continent)." That made him even more confused, and he motioned down the hall. "...follow me."

As the he led the way, you realized what a long hallway this was. Dark, lit by candles, with doors that branched off into more halls, and the open rooms leading to boxes of many different themes. Your curiosity was gradually getting the better of you, and it took all of your self control not to ask a torrent of questions.

Ike walked in silence, deep in thought. The only sounds from him were the slight tap, tap, taps of his heels.

Soon enough he approached what you assumed to be an office: a rustic looking desk stacked with books, quills, and ink. He rummaged through papers before pulling out a map, spreading it out, and,

"Point to me where it is you come from."

"Well I come from-"

Slowly, you trailed off. Looking at the map, you realized something: the shape of their continents. They didn't look anything remotely similar to what you know! And.. Kingdoms. Kingdoms and Queendoms and lone territories covered the map instead of states or districts or sectors.

"...where AM i?"

You finally asked. Slowly but surely, fear settled in your gut.

Ike released a soft sigh, shaking his head. "That confirms Shu's suspicions. You're not even from here. I can tell from the look on your face," He was staring at you in total disbelief.

Whilst you were staring at him in absolute terror, too shocked - too scared to speak.

This had to be a dream.

"You're here, in Tamron Queendom. More specifically, Zhilford. Close to the palace, actually, less than two days travel." Ike explained, pointing at the map and where it was labeled Zhilford.

"...this is a dream. This is.. Ike, pinch me."

You were staring to shake. Ike mightve laughed at the request had he not seen the look of fear on your face. He reached over and gently pinched your arm, and watched your face fall completely.

"Hey. Listen, I'm not the one who should explain things. I only know Shu's suspicions, and he'll be back with the others in a bit. ..why don't I get you some water? We can ask each other questions, or you can have a look around."

Ike said kindly. Something in his eyes felt so reassuring. The former distrust you felt from him was evaporating, but you latched onto just a bit of that feeling. You couldn't relax. Not just yet.

"Sure, sounds good.. ...thanks."

Your voice was quiet. Ike could only imagine just how vulnerable you felt. You couldn't even process how he might feel.

Both of you went to the kitchen in an awkward silence. He got you a glass of water, and you sat by the island before finally, you had to ask.

"How are you.. so comfortable? You don't seem that shocked about this.. I mean. I get you're still in your world, but you must be confused. ..right?"

Ike hummed, as if in thought.

"Well.. I am confused. In many ways. Confused about how our lands don't seem to match up- curious how you got here. But magic does many unexplainable things."

"Magic?"

"Well, indeed. The world practically runs from the power of magic. Sorcery, witchcraft, or even the simple belief." Ike replied, taking a dip of his water.

"..but magic isn't real. It's just something made up to make kids have more imsgination."

"...huh?"

Ike looked absolutely dumbfounded by your comment, almost as if you'd slapped him.

"...magic is very much real! What world could you possibly come from where magic isn't real?" He asked, and you felt.. oddly defensive.

"I come from a world where one could say technology is our magic. We don't make portals or potions or fight with magical fire."

You explained sheepishly. Ike simply stared before adjusting his glasses.

"....magic is real. My friend, the one I said could explain better, is a sorcerer. Ones a former demon king, as well."

Had someone said this to you where you were from, you'd have laughed it off as some cringe kid. But now, you were almost finding it believable.

"Sorcerer? I hardly even know 'er!"

"I see our sleeping beauty is awake. You gave us quite a fright."

"Ohoo, you're awake? Nicee, man!"

"Pog!"

Four voices startled you out of your staring at Ike, and your head snapped around. Four unfamiliar faces peered back at you. Once again, that feeling of pure fear was rising in your stomach, and you slid off the island chair and slinked a bit closer to Ike.

The red-headed one in- what looked to be a cloak picked up on your unease quickly. You could tell from his step back. The other three, not so much.

"Names Shu Yamino! I'm the sorcerer, anddd.. you were indeed thrown by a portal here!"

"Mysta Rias, at your service!"

"I'm Luca! It's so pog to meet you!"

One was about ikes height, with- an odd bit of hair that you personally thought looked like a banana. The other wore what looked to be a fox hat and a big grin, and the third a very large man with tattoos, a fluffy cloak, and an even bigger grin than the lasts.

"I'm Vox Akuma. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The final voice- it was a dangerous voice. If this is a world where we consider fiction real, you thought, then he must be a siren. His voice, so deep and smooth, threatened to pull you into a state of calm so smooth you thought you'd die.

"Stop crowding them! In case you'd forgotten, they're still very overwhelmed." Ike finally spoke up, ushering them back a few paces. "Shu, your suspicions were right. I've never even heard of where they're from, and (name) doesn't even recognize our map. They've never heard of Tamron Queendom, let alone Zhilford."

Shu nodded, turning his attention to you. "The night you came crashing in here, I could feel an odd shift in energy. A bit of research led me to what happened - a shift in space, if you would. Alternate Worlds have always been a possibility. I'll give a bet that even your time had ideas and theories."

When you nodded, Shu continued on. The others were paying close attention as well.

"What could've happened, though I'm not really sure- was a spell gone horribly wrong, or a large gathering of magic in one space until bam!- space gets split open, and whatever is in that space gets dropped to the nearest world.

"In many worlds, but for this scenario I'll use ours, and even in this Queendom, we've gotten odd technology. We've never seen it before, though some we've been able to recreate. So advanced and confused. It's strongly believed they were due to openings in space.

"You, in any case, are a living example of it. Portals themselves are even harder to create. If you truly don't recognize the map, then it confirms the theory."

Shu inhaled, "so long story short, space go "weee" and snatch you. Make sense?"

Your head was absolutely spinning. It made sense but Jesus, he was so confident in his explanation! So many questions, but,

"...will I be able to go back home?"

The question all five of them had truly be dreading. The all looked downcast, and you understood. But then Shu perked back up and said,

"I'll do my best! I have connections and it'll be.. good for me to learn."

"Don't you worry bout a thing! You've got us now!" The large one, Luca, threw an arm around your shoulders and stared at you with the largest of grins. Mysta jumped in, "yeah bro! We can learn all about eachother."

"You aren't alone. We made the decision to help you assuming you weren't a crazy person. Which, you clearly aren't." Vox reassured. You noticed, and were thankful for, his respectful distance. It was all so, so overwhelming.

"..thank you."

The smallest of smiles finally found its way onto your face. Ike smiled as well, "who wants to show them around? I've got some errands to run."

"If it's all the same, Ike, I wanna tag along with you. Missed some shopping on my way here."

Which left you with the three jokingly crazies. Mysta, Shu, and Luca.

Luca was the first to perk up, "I'll do it! I claim this!" "Awh cmon man, no fair! Rock paper scissors me. Right now."

Mysta demanded. You couldn't help but snicker a bit- they treated this like some sort of honor to do. You met eyes with Shu and he grinned, waving a farewell as he whisked down the halls with a quick farewell.

"Rock, paper.. scissors!" Mysta threw rock, Luca threw rock. "Again! Rock, paper, scissors!" Luca threw scissors, Mysta threw paper. "Ohh damn it!" "Yes! Pog!" Luca and Mysta both said in unison.

You chuckled softly and Ike quickly spoke up to prevent a sulking Mysta, "you can show them around Zhilford later. Sound fair?"

"Oh finee. Ike said your name was (Name), right? Catch ya later!"

As the others made their exit, you felt that same sense of unease. Completely alone with another stranger.

Luca was still smiling at you, not the least bit bothered by your unease.

"Let's go! This place is huge! We actually only recently moved in," Luca explained to you, glancing around. "This be the kitchen! And over there," Luca pointed to a rather large room, "is the dining room." Three exits through the kitchen: one from the hallway, one large opening to the living room, and then a separate dining hall. Got it.

"Alright. Got it."

"Living room.." Luca carried on explaining rooms as they went. Bathrooms, pantry, storage rooms, apparently this place was an old abandoned castle the five had bought recently.

"And coming up, we have the library."

As the blonde man opened the door for you, you felt your jaw hit the floor. It was huge! Books of all different sizes and shapes and series with shelves that went to the roof and so many books.

You were in heaven.

Luca laughed, "you look even more awestruck than Ike did! Most of the books came with the place- but there's multiple empty shelves in the back Ike wants to fill up."

You glanced back at him with a childish smile, "I remember the first time I went to a Barnes and noble-" at the look of confusion on his face you added, "-big book store. It was heaven."

This was even more so heaven because one of these books may contain anything- even a hint- on how to get back. Luca must've thought the same.

"Say, (Name), what do you do where you're from?"

"I worked as a baker. What do you do?"

"Ohh, a baker? That's cool! Vox is the best cook, but I'm not so sure he can bake. I'm a mafia boss!"

He crossed his arms with pride, but that sent a shiver down your spine. "Mafia.. boss.. right.." You muttered, and Luca smiled in response. "Ya don't gotta be scared. I know I'm big n scary," he puffed out his chest a bit, which he had a rather- large chest- "-but as long as ya don't give me reason to think otherwise, you're under my protection!"

He reassured you, holding a hand out. Unsure what he wanted, you gave him an awkward- low high five? Which caused Luca to break into a fit of laughter as he grabbed your hand and shook it.

Of course that's what he wanted-

"I think you'll fit right in."

#luxiem x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #shu yamino #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #niji en #nijisanji #nijien #nijisanji luxiem #a whole new world

[imrllytootiredforthis]

ahhh i loved your skz as subs headcanon!! if you can, could you write a fic/drabble based off of innie’s? (just read hyune’s and it was *chef’s kiss*) we need more sub innie content out there 🙏🏼 thank you!!

Locked With Love

Pairing: innie x reader

Summary: Poor Innie is so desperate and needy for you. He isn’t supposed to touch for two days still...but you’ll help him out, won’t you?

Warnings: sub innie, fem reader, dom reader, chastity cage, mommy kink, slight dacryphilia, riding, implied innocence kink, begging, praise kink, finger-sucking, think that’s it but there may be more

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hope this is good! Any and all feedback is welcomed and my requests are open (read rules here first) Hope you enjoy<3

You couldn’t help but smirk through the rage as you stood, just watching. For now.

Jesus christ, why’d he have to be so pretty? 

The way his pretty lips shaped when he moaned, how his slim waist moved, abs tensing and back arched up in pleasure. His hair was a mess, tousled and obviously left unbrushed for the entire day.

How was it humanly possible for someone to be this pretty? You didn’t know, didn’t even think that there was an answer to that question, because he just was.

Yang Jeongin was gorgeous and it drove you fucking crazy.

“Please...ha...” He whimpered, looking up at you with those big glassy eyes that made you want to give him anything and everything that this world and beyond had to offer.

“I don’t know Innie...have you been good, baby boy?”

He shuddered at the name. Breaths were now escaping those oh so pretty lips shakily, panting with his tongue hung out like a dog as he rutted into a pillow like one. 

“Yes! Yes mom-my. I was so good, so good jus’ for you mommy!” Somehow he gets it out between heavy pants, the struggle of which he managed to driving you insane, rubbing your thighs together to keep the arousal at bay.

He’s still wearing his shirt and shorts, the impatient baby he is, he didn’t bother taking them fully off just tugging his shorts and boxers down to slip his dick out and start humping your pillow.

He couldn’t even get off with the cage locked around his dick, the only chance of his relief was the key around your neck. But he knew that he wasn’t supposed to get it off for another two days per his punishment so he resorted to his last idea to try and gain your mercy.

His plan was to get off on the pillow until you walked in and either got so angry that you’d take it off just to punish him or that you’d get so horny that you’d take it off just to fuck him.

Of course, there was many ways that his plan could go wrong. Such as you deciding to extend his original punishment for longer.

But he hadn’t exactly though that far ahead yet.

To his credit it went exactly to plan. Poor Innie got so stimulated that his moans were loud enough to hear through the walls.

Dirty little slut.

Of course you heard and came to see what the noise was.

“How long has it been baby?” You asked, walking closer and innocently scratching your nails over the exposed part of his thighs, just barely there-enough for him to feel though.

Pushing his body toward your touch, he scrambled for a reply in his lust-induced haze. “O-one we-ha” 

“Yes,” you prompted, lips moving against his throat, hand moving to ghost over his inner thigh, leaving him shuddering from sensitivity. Simultaneously trying to pull away and lean closer into your touch.

“One week!” He gasped out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

You nodded with a fake pout grasping at his chin to pull him up to meet your eyes head on, lips inches apart until they were brushing against his and he was whimpering ‘kiss me, kiss me, mummy please.”

Obliging to his request, you pressed your lips to his. Gently at first, soft and sweet. Then, nipping over his plush lips you got rougher.

The poor boy whimpered onto the kiss, trying to keep up as you kissed him deeper, tongue pressing into his mouth as nails dug into the delicate skin of his jaw.

You moaned as you felt his fingers move to your hips, desperately clutching them, pulling you closer to him until there was no space but your clothes separating your bodies.

You pulled away breathless, “Oh, but love...” you trailed off as he shifted onto his back, pushing the pillow away and sliding his shorts the rest of the way off. He held your eyes as he slowly opened his legs as if he was presenting himself to you.

You tried to fight back the urge to take the cage off his swollen weeping cock this very second and ride him hard until you could finally satisfy the ache between your legs that had become apparent ever since you’d walked in on him humping your pillow. 

Why did he have to be so irresistible?

The way he now cocked his head to the side, all laid out just for you. Eyes glowing in arousal and pure unfiltered want, looking at you as if you were a goddess and he your loyal worshipper. Hair fanned out around him against the white sheets, a lip caught between his teeth.

It was sinful, the thoughts that ran through your mind as his puffy pink lips parted briefly to swipe a tongue across them. The way his eyes were blown wide almost swallowing all of the white in a lust-filled haze.

Even the way he laid across the bed, open and timid-submissive to you-putting on a show of all of his most vulnerable parts to show you how you owned him.

Urging you, teasing you, begging you to touch him.

He was beautiful.

Holy.

Sinful.

So goddamn fucking erotic.

He let out a helpless moan. "Please," he whined, so cutely, so wantonly "can't take it anymore. Need you, need to cum."

And then it snapped.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your willpower broke.

When you unlocked him and made the decision to take off your clothes and climb on top of him, a growing smirk on his face at the fact that he’d finally gotten you to give into his desires. 

The chastity cage that had kept him from his high for a week was long forgotten, carelessly thrown somewhere on the floor of your room.

It was all a haze.

All you knew was the pleasure that was now coursing through your veins like a drug, an endless cease of moans reverberating deep in your chest, bouncing up and down at a rapid pace as Jeongin’s hands clutched your hips for dear life, whimpering as his body shook from the sensitivity of being denied all week long.

Head thrown back, writhing, whining and sobbing, he was so beautiful.

His eyes squeezed shut, mouth opened and brows drawn together as his brain tried to catch up with the sensation of you wrapped around him. Wet and hot-it felt so fucking good, he could barely comprehend it.

A hand tilted his chin up, “Look at me, Jeongin.” At your command, he obeyed, a whimper escaping at your tone of voice-dark and demanding-sending chills down his spine.

“Where’d my good baby go?” You questioned.

Blunt nails dug into soft skin, creating a dull pain in your hips that you could barely feel from the way that you moved up and down his length, thighs beginning to burn from exertion. “I-i’m your good boy. I-”

You pulled his arms off of you, holding them together above his head by the wrist with one hand while the other moved to his bottom lip, a thumb swiping across it until he opened and your finger slipped in.

The digit pushed down on his tongue, a muffled moan adding to the obscene noises that echoed throughout the room. Your skin tingled at the wet heat of his mouth, the way that the muscle circled your finger, sucking it deeper until it pressed against the back of his tongue-not nearly long enough to reach his throat.

A helpless mewl escaped around it and his eyes threatened to roll back but a threatening pinch to the skin of his wrist had him struggling to keep them on you. 

“Are you really my good baby? Cause my good boy would’ve waited ‘til I unlocked him, instead of putting on a show like a little whore.” The bouncing had stopped, slowing to grinding thrusts that had his head head and any rational thought in it melting.

He shook his head, so fervently that your thumb slipped out of his mouth. “No! I’m your good boy, Mummy! Please, I’m your good boy!”

“I don’t know Innie...” letting out a quiet moan as his tip hit that spot that made you see stars, “t-this wasn’t how a good boy acts.” Your voice was condescending, as if you were explaining it to a toddler. 

“A-ah, shit!” His hips bucked up into you, hitting that spot once more. “M-making me...making me f-feel so go-good. You’re making m-me feel so good, Mummy” He babbled on stupidly.

You stopped your movements, ignoring the way your body screamed to continue on. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, so close to him that your chests pressed together. 

“You gotta stop Innie, you’re being a bad boy.” You purr, petting his hair and watching as he squirms, tears beginning to leak from his eyes, crystalline and ethereal.

“P-promise. I’ll-I’ll be your go-od. Jus’ wanna be good for you~”

Gripping the roots of his hair you continue at a bruising pace, sending him into an incoherent frenzy of whimpered pleads. “It’s a good thing you’re so good at begging, b-baby.” the words are panted, spoken coated in pure lust as you’re so close to ecstasy. “So pretty and whiny, who knows where you’d be without it, huh?”

His throat is dry and all he can feel is the burning desire to fall, so deep and so far down, knowing that you’ll be there to keep him safe until he can climb back up but he still needs one thing. 

“’M y-your good boy-right?” His gaze barely meet yours, fluttering, wet with tears and threatening to fall shut as he begs you. “Te-tell me ‘m your go-good boy. N-need it, please I need it!”

You’re so close, so very close and the way that his voice quivers and drools and tears covering his face is enough to push you straight to the edge. Your voice is raspy and husky, barely a whisper as your body leans over his.

“Let go Innie. My pretty little good boy.” 

Your teeth sink into the delicate skin of his throat. His cry dies in his throat and his back arches up off the bed as you claim him; pleasure overwhelming the two of you.

And then it’s just sensations.

Pleasure. Want. Need.

Primal desires.

The feel of your body moving against his.

The lewd wet noises of skin hitting skin filling the room.

His moans, whimpers, cries, wanton mewls. Wanting, needing-pleading, begging for more, more, more.

The way you clench around him, hips moving, thighs burning, grinding, faster and faster. Gasping, panting, hollow groans adding and mixing into the cacophony of sounds.

His toes curl and your hand pushes harder down on his wrists, his fingers twitching uselessly-looking for something to bind him to the earth as his head threatens to float away.

“Pl-please! Please, ho-hold my hand, ah!”

Your fingers lace with his as waves of pleasure roll over your body and you both release. 

Bodies tense as it hits like a fucking truck with a jaw-dropping intensity.

Euphoria.

Your breath hitches in complete in utter bliss and tears stream down Jeongin’s face as his eyes tip onto the back of his head, cumming so hard he can see stars swimming in his vision.

Your breath finally comes back to you and you gulp it down in huge gulps, lungs burning, trying to catch up. 

You come back to your senses first. Slowly as to try not to overstimulate either of you, pull off of him, fluids gushing out of you, landing on him and ruining the sheets.

Falling onto the bed next to him you begin to smooth over his sweaty hair, cooing sweet praises and pet names as he slowly comes back, blinking and whining as he moves to cling to you.

“Hey,”

“Hi.” He giggles, voice quiet and shy as he buries himself impossibly closer as if trying to fuse himself into you.

“Was that okay?”

Jeongin peeks up at you, pink-cheeked and heart-eyed to match your own “It was perfect. I love you, Mommy.” 

Fingers lace with yours once more and you can feel your heart warm. Giving him a kiss on the forehead, smoothing his hair back. “I love you too, my good boy.”

#yang jeongin #yang jeongin smut #sub jeongin #jeongin smut #jeongin x reader #dom!reader #fem!reader #sub!stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids #jeongin #dom reader #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin x reader

[fairy-verse]

Do you think the winter fairies try to make error a form of glasses? Maybe after hearing from some of the spring fairies or even ink about what some humans use to correct their sight? Maybe they try to make it from ice crystals, then quartz they find in the mountains. It's really amusing that error wants a connection, yet Literally cannot see his suitors trying to vy for his attention.

Would he get ... jealous if the other first borns brought cross or killer etc to their meet ups? Since he relives his good old days during those gatherings... would he be upset to maybe feel like he's losing even these few days he can pretend it's all like it used to be? Do they hold those meetings around the little fairy hidden by Nightmare?

I'm curious on what horrortale sans would be, if maybe he's one of the few fairies that's escaped from a human trap? I could see him being autumn since they seem to be very curious and maybe his curiosity got him into trouble. Or even spring with the more likely to be around Big folk.

A new perspective

Once the winter fairies realise that Error cannot see their attempts at courting him, they will do their best at creating a way for him to see better. Many prototypes will be created, and Error will be shown and offered to try them all. Some do nothing, some make his face look funny, and others make his vision worse. At some point, he’ll think that it’s pointless. He doesn’t think his vision is that bad, after all. (Poor him, he doesn’t know better.)

But, when the fated day shall come and the final glasses have been made, he will try them on, and a new vivid world is suddenly presented to him. Everything is so clear, so detailed, so… beautiful. Error is so enamoured by his own domain that he cannot help his wings fluttering wildly as he looks at everything within the caverns and halls of the winter fairies, and when he returns to his own nest it will be as if he discovers it for the first time again. Once more, he is eternally grateful for his winter fairies, and he’ll show his gratitude to them by allowing them to throw a grand feast.

He’d have no idea how many would take their chance at once again courting him during this great day, and he’s so embarrassed and shy that he grumbles and hides within his own wings. He hadn’t expected this. Why are so many… interested in him? Why are so many looking at him as if he was the most beautiful fairy out there? Error had no idea so many of his own winter fairies admired and desired him this much, and he was almost a little overwhelmed.

He'll need time to settle down with this newfound information, but… it feels good to be wanted.

Jealousy and Grief

The chance of Cross and Killer joining these gatherings is very slim since it’s a special moment only shared between the Firstborn, but perhaps a moment in time, both Nightmare and Dream wanted the others present when they introduced their new mates, and so they took the opportunity to just briefly change the beginning of the gathering.

Error took this the wrong way.

He thought they were going to join them from now on. Dream and Nightmare look so proud of Cross and Killer, strong and capable fairies, the perfect mate for a Firstborn.

Error doesn’t mean to, but it all comes to an avalanche of repressed guilt and remorse, and he explodes on them all, saying that they don’t want to keep this sacred between them anymore, saying that they’re selfish, that they don’t care about tradition, that they don’t care about him.

He flees before they can explain themselves, and his emotional outburst causes a shift in the island’s weather, making it snow and hail despite it being early summer. He hides in his nest. The despair in his soul makes the mountain cold and he cocoons himself within the multiple layers of fur and wool, trying and hoping that he’ll perish in it.

He’s not given a chance to wallow for very long. Ink, Dream, and Nightmare will force their way through the ice and the snow, and they’ll carefully approach the bundle of fur and wool. They won’t make Error come out at once, but they will gently touch the visible lump under the blankets, and they’ll hum and coo to soothe his fried nerves.

They never intended to change the gathering. They just wanted to properly introduce Cross and Killer, and once that had been done, they’d lead them out. They weren’t aware that Error felt this way; forgotten and abandoned. It grieves them and makes them feel guilty for not noticing sooner, but they will reassure and tell Error that they love him. They always will. He means the world to them.

Error breaks down anew, but now it is out of relief and sorrow. He apologises for being so mean, for saying those things. The others hush him and tell him that he’s forgiven. It’s okay. He doesn’t have to apologise. They will join him in his nest, and they’ll keep their gathering there instead, for Error.

The innocent fairy

Nightlight is the innocence, curiosity, and purity taken from Nightmare; reincarnated in fairy form, given back to him by the island itself. He is a part of Nightmare, and therefore, he usually joins the annual gathering between the Firstborn, but only when they are held in Nightmare’s domain.

Nightlight is a bit shy, and he’s never left the underground nest, as Nightmare is terrified of him being taken. Because of this, Nightlight’s wings are weak and faint of colour. They have never been used for flight before. He enjoys the gatherings the Firstborn has, but he doesn’t always want to participate in them, prompting instead to stay in Nightmare’s library for some peace and silence. Sometimes, Killer joins him to keep him company, being that once he becomes Nightmare’s mate he’s never far away.

Gloom in the bowls of the mountain

There is a story the winter fairies use to tell, a story about a cave-in that happened deep within the mountain. It is said a group of their kin dwelled deep into the mountain in search of rare minerals when the roof above their heads suddenly began to cave and tumble down. One member of the group was turned to stardust beneath the rock, but the remaining six of the group were trapped within.

It took three days for the other winter fairies to notice that a few of their friends had been gone for too long, and the only reason they found out which passage they had gone into, was because the stardust of the fallen fairy had been blown out along with some dust from the walls as the falling rocks had pushed air away.

They began to dig and move boulders to rescue their kin, but it would take nearly two months before they managed to dig their way through, as more rocks kept falling; hindering their progress. They’d also dug the wrong way at one point, as the passage the group had gone into had split into two, and they had chosen the wrong way to clear up.

By this point, the winter fairies had little faith that any of their kin would be left alive. They’d gone too long without food.

Still, they wanted to at least collect their stardust, so that it may then be given to the winter winds.

…

That would have been the best sight for them to see, but so it was not.

What they found trapped within that final passage, was a massacre.

Stardust scattered, claw marks over the walls, clothes, and armour torn and crushed into pieces. And in the far corner, a hulking fairy sat, misshaped and weeping. The wall in front of him had been etched with the words:

‘I’m sorry. Didn’t want to. Tried to kill me. So hungry.’

The winter fairies were horrified by what they saw, and only two were brave enough to go inside and help the remaining fairy. They gave him a fright and nearly had their heads cut clean off their bodies, but the sight of them must have finally dawned on the trapped fairy, for he collapsed soon after.

None recognised the fairy anymore and therefore didn’t know his name. He didn’t seem to remember it either and was so nicknamed Axe, as that was the hidden weapon he’d shielded from them in the passage; made from the armours of his fallen friends, compressed, and then moulded into shape. A gruesome creation.

No one truly blamed him for what happened, but no one could truly forgive him either. None wanted to approach him or be seen around him. He was dangerous and unstable, speaking strangely due to the terrible wound to his skull, and towering from imbalanced magic caused by trauma and starvation.

Axe could never live inside the mountain dwelling of the winter fairies ever again. Too claustrophobic. It didn’t matter how cavernous the main hall was. If it was within the mountain, then the terror set it, and he became violent. Therefore, he was given a chance to become a guard by the southern border to Error’s domain, giving him a perfect view over the firstborn meadow.

Here he would stay. Content and alone; for now… Until the fated day when he’d find a strange pair coming his way: A begonia of the flower people, and a shivering little fairy with bright, dangerous eye lights of odd colours.

#ask for the fairy #aufairyverse #utmv #fairy!error #fairy!nightlight #fairy!horror

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Abandoned WIP Soulmate AU Ruki Mukami x Reader

I found this in my drafts and thought I might as well post it for anyone who’s curious as to what I had planned for it. I’m afraid it’s a bit of a mess as I wrote it completely out of order. What I’ve done is separate out the written sections and the bullet point bits I hadn’t finished with asterisks so the full plot is here, it’s just not all in nice prose.

Connection with soulmate: you heal more quickly when in close proximity to your soulmate.

-Ruki was not born with an obvious soulmate connection. And even though most tended to show themselves with time, it seemed of little consequence. 

While the majority of humanity embraced the idea of having a predetermined partner, there were certain circles in the aristocracy who disregarded the idea, only interested in matches that would have some monetary or political benefit. 

Ruki’s family was in one of those such circles, but they did not seem to suffer for it. No, and as a child, their place above the common folk had indeed seemed more important than some mystical connection to another person. 

- And then came the bankruptcy.

His mother fled, and not with just anyone, but her soulmate, who she had met only days before their family officially fell into ruin, like some sort of omen. 

And then he found his father hanging at the bottom of the garden.

After he was changed, Ruki gave little thought to the idea of soulmate’s at all. The connection never showed itself anyway. That was fine though, if that was the price he had to pay for becoming more than just livestock, then so be it.

Years passed, most spent in the demon world under Karlheinz’s tutelage and Ruki never once paid the idea of his soulmate any mind.

That was at least until the vampire king brought up his plan involving the latest sacrificial bride; you.

- You weren’t sure what grave sin you’d committed to end up living in a house with the Sakamaki brothers. You hadn’t known they were vampires when you first learned you were being sent away to live with the sons of some high-up politician, however it had become painfully apparent what they were the moment  Ayato had sunk his fangs into your neck.

It hadn’t taken long for you to realise that your chances of escape were slim at best, leaving you had the mercy of the brothers.

As if to rub salt in the wound, the only friend you’d managed to make in your time at Ryoutei Academy continuously needled you as to why you were staying with the Sakamakis. Her favourite theory was that one of them was your soulmate and you just didn’t want to admit to it out of fear of the brothers popularity with the girls at school.

It served as a painful reminder that, given your current circumstances, it was unlikely you’d get to meet your own intended before one of the vampires grew tired of you and one of them finally put you out of your misery.

- Ruki wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting of his saviour’s chosen Eve. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly remarkable about you, the scent of your blood aside. 

He and his brothers had been ordered to observe you from a distance at first, to establish whether any of the Sakamakis had already been chosen as Adam or, if there were any signs that one of them might be your soulmate.

It was unlikely, Karlheinz had told him, but it wasn’t unheard of for vampires to have a human soulmate and it would certainly prove to be interesting. 

As far as Ruki could tell however, you had no bond to any of the purebloods in the slightest. They preyed on you at random and the misery in your eyes was uncomfortably familiar.

It seemed they would have to intervene, to either force you to select one of them as Adam or at least force some sense of connection between you and on of the Sakamaki brothers.

Ruki was determined not to let Karlheinz down, and the idea of one of the Sakamakis being a suitable candidate was almost laughable. No, he would find a way to make you choose him, by whatever means.

***

- Ruki and Muakami bros kidnapping reader

- Some commentary from reader. Make sure the other Mukami bros suck her blood before 

- Some commentary from Ruki

- Maybe something else from the reader idk

-Ruki awoke one day to the sensation of itching concentrated over his upper back. It’s not the same that the phantom burning that sometimes followed him from his nightmares into the waking world, or the dull ache he occasionally got on rainy days when he was left alone with his thoughts. No, this felt like tiny insects were scuttling over his skin, irritating the scar tissue.

He rolled over, trying squash the temptation to start scratching when he caught sight of your face, only faintly visible thanks to the thin tendrils of sunlight leaking through the curtains. You looked peaceful, expression devoid of any worry or fear, hair splayed out over your pillow. You were defenceless. Vulnerable.

Even with whatever healing ability you possessed, he could still make out traces of his bite wounds on your neck. For some reason the sight of it was comforting. Whatever traces the Sakamaki brothers left on you had disappeared, leaving only the marks from him. He would become Adam.

He couldn’t afford not to. And with that the sensation on his back was forgotten.

- Add in some sort of realisation about Ruki’s scars. Maybe Reader catches sight of his back, Ruki expects them to ask about it but they don’t so he looks at it himself.

- Scene with him and other Mukami bros where he asks them about unless effects of your blood. This leads him to think it may be sign that he’s going to awaken as Adam.

 ***

-The air felt thick and heavy as Ruki waited for the reaction of his mentor and father figure to his recount of the events of the past few months to him, after making the crossing to the demon world.  Surely this was good news, a way of finally repaying his debt, and yet the Vampire King’s expression remained neutral, mired in thought.

Eventually he spoke, his voice deep and smooth. “This is an interesting turn of events, however what you have experienced is not a sign that you are becoming Adam.”

Ruki felt his throat tighten but refused to show anything in his expression. “Then what- is this simply an effect of drinking Eve’s blood?”

“From what you have described, no. While it’s  true that Eve’s blood possesses special properties, even it should not be able to heal old scar tissue.” Ancient golden eyes met his and even before Karlheinz uttered his next words, Ruki felt something seize in his chest. “It’s most likely this is the work of a soulmate connection between yourself and Eve,” he huffed something close to a laugh, “a strange twist of fate, I had hoped the chosen Eve might share a connection with one of my sons, but I did not anticipate this. I will need you to return her to them.”

Ruki wasn’t sure he was breathing, he could barely hear anything above the noise in his head. “But surely if there is a connection, then there’s still a chance I could become Adam. I can do more-“

“If there have been no symptoms of the awakening by now, even with your connection to Eve then it’s unlikely you can become Adam. It seems it truly must be a pureblood vampire, although I appreciate your efforts thus far.”

Some of his emotions must have slipped through the cracks in whatever part of himself he kept them walled off in and shown on his face, for the Vampire King’s expression shifted into one of perhaps the closest thing he could come to pity.

“I understand this is likely disappointing but the plan must come before all else. You understand that, don’t you Ruki?” And although it remained unspoken, the underlying meaning in the words is clear, to do another other than what is being asked of him, anything to disrupt his mentor’s plan, would be an act of betrayal.

“Of course, sir,” he replied, standing. “If that will be all, I’ll return to the human world and deliver Eve to your sons at once.”

Karlheinz waved his hand in a polite dismissal. “Of course, although, it believe it may be best if you made preparations to return to the demon world permanently. It will not do to have Eve potentially distracted by her connection to you.”

“Understood,” Ruki walked out of the room, determinedly ignoring the thing crumpling in his chest.

***

“Ruki, please tell me what’s going on,” you said, turning to look at the boy from where he walked beside you.

You’d been awoken by the oldest Mukami brother in the early afternoon, several hours before you had to wake up for school. Any questions as to what was going on had been ignored as you were ordered to get dressed and met him by the entrance to the manor. Once you’d done so, you’d been all but dragged from the house, which to lead to where you were now, being lead along the road with no idea as to why or where you were going. Ruki’s expression yielded nothing either, whatever glimpses of humour and traces of humanity you’d seen in him wiped clean.

After several more minutes of walking in tense silence, you finally start to recognise the scenery and your blood run cold in your vein as you come to a stop.

“What-“

With barely a glance in your direction, Ruki grabbed your upper arm, his grip hard enough to bruise as he proceeded to tug you along. “Keep moving.”

“Please, Ruki, I don’t want to go back.” You say, unable to keep your hands from shaking as you take in the scenery leading up to the Sakamaki mansion, the same you’d seen all those months ago, back when you had no idea of the horrors the world contained. The Mukami brothers were far from perfect but anything was better than going back to that house. Back to the room filled with Kanato’s wax dolls or the bathroom where Laito had nearly drowned you in the bathtub after you’d struggled too much for his liking.

You’d miss the slight warmth you felt as you watched the Mukami brothers argue over an evening meal. The way that for a moment, they could almost be normal boys as Kou whined over not having Vongole Bianco while Yuma told him to shut his trap and Azusa watched them with fondness in his eyes.

***

-Ruki dumps the reader at the Sakamakis, Reader is distressed, as is Ruki but he refuses to show it

- Something about Ruki being sad.

- Ruki is on rooftop when reader runs up there and gets cornered by Ayato. Reader struggles, falls off of the rooftop. Cue Ruki finally getting his damn act together.

#Apologies for any spelling/grammar errors #I literally just found this in my drafts and thought you know what might as well #my writing #Ruki Mukami

[planefood]

Hooray! Barrage attack!

1. Are you thinking of pitching this as a show? Or as a comic series? Or have you not decided fully yet? What shenanigans are they gonna be up to?

2. How long have you had your OCs for? What inspired you to make them, and what were their previous incarnations?

3. How did Sonnet and Lithium meet? Does Sonnet know he's... *underneath breath* kind of a stupid idiot? Or does she love him for that?

4. How does fashion work for robots? Since a lot of them have stuff like wire-tails and bright colors. Or does it not really affect them?

- 🔌

P.S: Do you have any tips for escaping... "debt collectors"? I may have accidentally pissed off the... "insurance company".

okay Hi im taking a short break from drawing thangs to answer this :) 1. I don't think i'd ever pitch any of my personal oc stories as a TV show or film. I don't like the idea of losing control and copyright of a story so near and dear to me and esp with the current state media is in a lot of stuff would be censored/edited and because I don't live in the states pitching an animated show or film would probably be near impossible for a story like this anyway. A comic on the otherhand is something im genuinely considering, I'd have to figure out the plot fully and find the time to do something like that as well. The story was written to be easily made into a comic format though. 2. These specific robot characters I've only actually had for like,,, 7 months? A lot of work has gone into them in that time span tho. But I'm sorry there isn't a huge timeline where I'm like "I drew my first robot in 2008 and that is where tandy begun" I kinda always had a background interest in robots that just needed the right spark. Back in 2020 I did some AU art of already existing characters as robots (if you know who these are, hi) but these weren't really proper characters, just a fun art prompt.

But I bought Tandy as an adoptable back last september by the artist @acid-redux heres the original design I bought here:

It's actually by a pretty slim chance that I bought this guy! I saw the character a couple months earlier and decided not to buy him initially and came back, saw it was unsold and thought about it. Even after some people told me it wasn't worth the money to buy it I decided to buy him anyway. I said I had "ideas" for him, and that I did. This is the first drawing I ever did of Tandy, if you're wondering if there's like any art earlier than this like sketches or anything I don't really do that when it comes to drawing characters a lot of the time I just go right in. (also the most recent for comparison)

But yeah I totally fell in love with the character after that! I was instantly keen on doing a story with him though with who or what was debatable. Initially he had literally nobody to interact with, I was already openly objectum at this point so the earliest drawings of him show him interacting with computers.

My bestie Marty tho @bytevamp did a character trade with me and I asked if he could design me a character to interact with Tandy, all I specified was a computer robot that wasn't too close in model as Tandy and he made me Sierra :) his design alongside my first drawing of her:

this was the first drawing of Tandy and Sierra interacting. Tandy doesn't act this meekly in the current story and Sierra is a lot nicer than this to Tandy initially.

and after that I had a third robot that I still haven't found a proper place in my story/introduced him properly. His name is just "Tinbot" and he was meant to be a robot Sierra and Tandy help get back on its feet. I might have plans in the future for him but in the meantime he's on the backburner. (side note wtf is Tandy wearing)

I'd be here all day if I were to say all the robots vs their initial designs. I usually have other people design my robot characters though (sometimes in exchange for robot characters I designed) in the story the robots are built by different people so having a mix of people design them would better give that impression in my mind. My robot characters I design personally usually come from me scribbling ideas on a procreate canvas, saving them for later and if I can't stop thinking about that one robot I drew I'll fully design them, Lithium's first drawing was in the corner of one of these random sketches, something about his lack of fingers and him telling someone to KYS really spoke to me.

3. Speaking of Lithium... I had a few ideas rattling in my brain for how they met, It was either through Cathy, through Max or Lithium met Sonnet while she was working and went OO TINY ROBOT.

As for whether Sonnet realises Lithium is a bit of a dipshit, she's fully aware of his behaviour as much as anyone else is but prefers to view him through his more positive traits. Lithium isn't irredeemable or anything, Tandy just really really hates him

4. Fashion with robots is funny, the tails don't really come into play as much since they usually just stick them over their waistband or cut a hole in their pants since their cables aren't super big. I will say one thing that I don't think I've said before is that robots can actually remove their cable tails and stick them back on when they need to charge or whatever. But if you had the option to have a tail I think most people would say yes, and robots decide that as well. Phillip and Newton decide to do this a lot, Phillip is almost never seen with his tail and Newton takes it on n off or just sticks it in his pants where it doesn't stick out since its shorter. As for colour choice robots don't have any distinct reason to choose the colours they do? Some might prefer high contrast clothing or lighter coloured clothing if their eyesight is better suited for clothes like that.

#ask

[ticklystuff]

Nice to Meet You

a/n: had this idea when a scara and i were chilling together during a game of windtrace and kept spamming emotes in the chat and i decided to write something quick before i lost inspo

this story contains major spoilers for scaramouche (childe and nahida also to an extent) so keep note before reading

word count: ~1.5k

characters: lee!scaramouche, ler!childe

summary: scaramouche plays windtrace with a familiar face

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Scaramouche peered over the stone wall, making sure not to make himself too noticeable as he watched Itto run around aimlessly. He couldn't tell if the oni was blind or daft because the wall was within bounds of their game of Windtrace, yet Itto had yet to check in Scaramouche's direction, not that he minded. If he could get through this game without any effort, then so be it. With a shake of his head, Scaramouche chuckled to himself, turning around to lean his back against the wall, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he realized who was was standing behind him the whole time.

"Tar- err, Childe?!"

The friendly smile was soon wiped off the redhead's face once Scaramouche shot him a scowl on sight. "What're you doing here?!" Scaramouche attempted to keep his own voice down, but found it difficult when the second person he was intentionally avoiding just showed up out of nowhere so effortlessly.

Childe tried sitting beside the other, but Scaramouche immediately backed away, not wanting to have anything to do with him. "Hey, we hardly know each other, yet you're acting like I burned your house down," Childe whispered confusedly, inching slightly forward on all fours. "I just wanted to make your acquaintance."

Despite how he felt about his former colleague, a twang of guilt resonated through Scaramouche. It wasn't Childe's fault that he couldn't remember anything about him. "Sorry," he said through gritted teeth, forcing an apologetic smile. "I just.. think we'd have a better chance of winning if we stayed split up."

"Oh, absolutely," Childe said with a nod, "but I've already won plenty of games, as the hunter and rebel. If Itto finds us, I can fend him off, while you make an escape."

Scaramouche mentally groaned. The urge to tell Childe to buzz off was there, but he couldn't bring himself to do it when Childe was being so openly friendly. "Okay, what do you want?" he uttered with a sigh, his patience growing thin.

"Like I said, I wanted to introduce myself," Childe said, seemingly more excited now that Scaramouche was doing his best not to actively push him away. "I mean, we met before the game started with Nahida and Itto, but I've yet to play a game with you and I already know the other two."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Childe," Scaramouche responded flatly with a shrug. Maybe if he gave the nuisance a cold shoulder, he'd go away.

"Nahida was telling me that you live in Sumeru with her," Childe continued, unbothered by Scaramouche's overall expressions. "I've never been to Sumeru before, but I've always wanted to visit. It sounds amazing there."

"Yeah, it's nice."

"I've also been to Monstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma, though," Childe said, clearly proud of how well-traveled he was.

"That's cool." How much longer did this game have?

"And Snehznaya, but I'm from there, so I'm not sure if that counts," he continued, gradually losing Scaramouche's interest the more he rambled. "Nahida told me that you've been to Snezhnaya too."

This, however, finally managed to catch his attention. "Wait, what did Nahida tell you?"

"Um, not much," Childe said. "All she mentioned was that you've visited Snehznaya and that we might have something in common."

Damnit Nahida. Was this her way of trying to get him to interact with others? Even if he wanted friends, Childe would certainly not be one of them. For one, he was the most obnoxious troublemaker that Scaramouche ever had the unpleasantness of working with and two, the possibility, though slim, of Childe regaining his memories of him somehow was something that Scaramouche had been wary of throughout the whole match, prompting him to avoid Childe in the first place. He had to find Nahida to get her to stop meddling.

"Wait, where are you going?!" Childe cried out as Scaramouche stood up, ignoring the redhead with every intent to seek out Nahida, but a sudden tug at the back of his shirt brought back down to the ground and behind the wall, his hat tumbling away.

"Let me go!" He was about to push Childe away, until he noticed a finger to his lips, before using the same finger to point upwards toward the wall. 

Sighing, Scaramouche followed Childe's lead and lifted his head above the wall just enough to peer off into the distance. Sure enough, Itto could be seen struggling to catch Nahida as the tiny girl weaved through the different obstacles, forcing Itto to stumble behind her. What really caught his eye, though, was when Nahida seemingly turned her head towards the wall where the two were hidden and shot them a subtle wink, before jumping into a bush just as Itto was about to grab her.

She was definitely meddling.

Without a second thought, Scaramouche stood up once more and ran for the bush Nahida had disappeared into, only to be tackled to the ground by Childe again. "Leave me alone!" he cried out, unable to throw Childe off of him as he thrashed around.

"Are you trying to get us caught?!

"I'm trying to leave!" Scaramouche spat back.

"But you'll lose-"

"I don't care about this stupid game!" He could feel his blood beginning to boil. "Just let go, Tartaglia!"

It didn't take long for him to realize the mistake he just made, his eyes widening just like Childe's.

"How do you know that name?"

He messed up now. "I, uh, I don't-" was all he could stammer out. He couldn't just tell Childe.

"Well, if you don't know, I guess we'll just have to jog your memory a bit," Childe said with a playful smirk, a familiar smirk that Scaramouche knew all too well. He didn't like where this was going.

"No, don't you da-! NohoHOHOHO!"

"Tell me, are you a spy? That might explain why you've been trying to avoid me," Childe interrogated him, using his hands to squeeze at Scaramouche's stomach relentlessly. 

"I'm nahahAhAHAT!" Scaramouche punched and kicked his legs, but Childe took each blow without any reaction. If anything, each hit seemingly made him tickle Scaramouche harder.

"Are you working with Nahida?" His hands now focused all their attention on his sides, causing Scaramouche to shriek in response. "There must've been a reason why she tried getting us together."

"I dohohohn't know anythihihing! I'm juhuhust a wanderer! PleheheHEHEHASE!"

Scaramouche threw his head back in laughter as Childe continued to scribble his fingers along his sides, whisked back to his days as a Harbinger when Childe would embarrass him in front of his colleagues by tickling him. As annoying as it was back then, Scaramouche couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia, though this was something he'd never admit to and forced himself to push those feelings into the back of his brain. If anything, it was infuriating that even though Childe's memories of Scaramouche were wiped, the redhead still managed to be just as annoying as before and somehow still knew all of his tickle spots.

"Hmmm, I guess I believe you," Childe said with a grin, continuing to taser away at Scaramouche's sides, "but games are supposed to be fun and you've been in a mood this whole time. You should be glad I'm helping you smile a bit!"

"No! NOHOHO! STAHAHAP!" Those damn hands were now pinching at his hips, sending multiple electric signals through his body. What made things worse was that teasy expression  that Childe wore so well, one that Scaramouche wanted to wipe off his face so badly, but all his hands could do was ball together, uselessly hitting at the grass floor below them. He didn't stand a fighting chance and Childe seemed to know this too.

Just as tears were beginning to form at the corner of his eyes, a familiar figure could be seen approaching Childe from behind unbenownst to to the redhead, tapping the back of his shoulder once he had reached the two. "Aha! Found you both!" said the loud voice that could only belong to Itto.

By now, Childe had stopped tickling Scaramouche and looked up at Itto with a sigh. "Huh, damn. Broke my winning stream, but I'd say it was worth it," he said nonchalantly, giving Scaramouche a wink as he spoke.

Scaramouche scowled at his former colleague, shoving Childe off of him once he had gathered his strength. Once he stood up, he realized Nahida was standing behind Itto, shooting her a glare when she smiled and waved at him.

"You guys should know that you can't hide from Itto, the one and oni!" Itto bragged happily. "Now, who's up for round two?!"

Before Scaramouche could walk away, he felt his wrist grabbed and promptly raised into the air. "We are!" Childe exclaimed, holding his hand up in the air likewise.

"No, I'm not!" Scaramouche tried pulling his arm back, but realized Nahida was looking at him with a playful twinkle in her eye, her hand up in the air as well. With a sigh, Scaramouche kept his arm up, but still yanked it out of Childe's grip, taking a few steps away from the redhead.

"Fine, I'm in."

#scaramouche #childe #genshin impact #tickling

[fangirlshrewt97]

DILF Jakanna?

I cannot believe it has been two weeks since I posted a fic, but it has been a while. I hope to get back to TAOAT real soon, promise. 

I am begging you all, please never let this fic escape Tumblr. That being said, this is totally crack, and hopefully as funny to you as it was to me. 

Also my very first foray into real person fic. It’s genfic though, no pairings involved.

Inspired by a conversations started by @iam-siriuslysher-lokid!! Thanks for your help with this fic too my friend! Hope you like it!

Oh and for my non-indian readers:

Ludo is a strategy board game for two to four players, in which the players race their four tokens from start to finish according to the rolls of one or two dice. The board looks like this.

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Charan was contemplating the ludo board carefully. Tarak had already cut one of his pieces back despite Charan’s puppy eyes, and had two pieces close to home base. One of Charan’s pieces could cut one of Tarak’s but he would need to roll an eleven. On the other hand, if he rolled a 4 and a 3 he could move his two free pieces into safe spaces. He scratched his chin, looking at Tarak’s smirking face from above his glasses. He rolled the dice.

“Yes!” he cheered when the dice showed an eleven, allowing him to gleefully skip a piece up till Tarak’s and cut it, sending it back to base.

“Areey!” Tarak groaned, pouting slightly as Charan shot him a smug smile.

Charan was happy to be back from holiday. The trio were gearing up for a second round of press tours for RRR, this time internationally, and Charan tried not to think too hard about it, lest his head explode from the insane way the movie had blown up abroad. Rajamouli garu had asked to meet with them both, so Tarak had offered his house. Charan had arrived earlier in the day, and both men had shared a lunch after a long break, enjoying the time spent together.

They’d been feeling bored though, so Tarak had gone and retrieved the board game from his kids toy closet, making Charan grin. Stardom was a beast of its own, and rarely left time for engaging in simple childhood joys like ludo. Even if your friend was ruthless as an opponent.

“Revenge is sweet.” Charan said.

Tarak rolled his eyes and threw down the two dice, crowing when one of them stopped at 6. He removed his recently eliminated piece from base, winking at Charan who was gaping at him. He moved his other piece five spaces away from Charan’s.

Charan bit his lip as Tarak rolled the dice again, groaning when he got a five and cut his second piece.

“You are terrible.”

Tarak laughed, the sound deep and joyful. Charan grinning fondly at him. At his him, Rhyme snuffled at the loud noise, burrowing deeper into the couch cushions. Charan ran a hand over her back, scratching her ears.

Charan took the dice back, preparing to roll. With two pieces in base, and one only a quarter of the way through the board, against Tarak’s two pieces at home base and two active pieces, he had a slim chance of turning the tides for this round.

However, before he could roll, Rajamouli walked into the room, staring down at his phone in bewilderment.

“Hey Jakanna! Good afternoon!” Tarak greeted cheerfully.

“Hmm, afternoon Tarak. Charan. Thanks for meeting with me.” Jakanna said, glancing up at them before going back to scrolling at his phone, brows furrowed.

“Uh…is everything ok sir?” Charan asked. Normally the man was not so glued to his phone unless they were on set. Was there a problem with the press tour?

“I- Can you explain what this means to me?” Rajamouli asked as he entered the room properly. “Karthik is busy, and the producers wanted me to look through our Instagram page. There was this one photo of me doing the interviews in US, and I don’t understand the comments.”

Tarak snorted. “That may be a blessing. If it is just one, leave it. It’s not rude no?”

Rajamouli frowned, scrolling through his phone some more. “I have no idea. There are so many saying the same thing though. And some are just…inappropriate.”

Charan tilted his head. “What are they saying?”

“What does Di-dilf? D-I-L-F mean?” Rajamouli asked. Charan froze, brain blue screening  as sirens started to ring in his head.

“What?” he asked, voice sounding strangled.

Rajamouli shrugged. “A lot of the comments have that acronym. Others are just saying daddy Jakanna. What does it stand for?”

Charan swallowed down a scream, looking wide eyed as he turned to Tarak. Who was staring at Rajamouli with a look of abject horror.

“Uh…what am I missing?” Rajamouli asked as he finally looked up to see the pair.

Tarak got up so swiftly he knocked the pieces askew on the board, marching straight to the man and grabbing his phone and throwing it in the direction of the couch.

“Tarak!”

“You haven’t had anything to drink yet! Come on, go to the kitchen and get some water. There’s also lemon rice and the chicken curry left over from lunch if you’ve not eaten.” Tarak said as he pushed the man out of the room.

“But! My phone!” Jakanna said as he tried to push back but Tarak was determined.

“Will be here when you get back. Go!” and then he slammed the door in Rajamouli’s face.

Charan looked on with his mouth wide open. He turned to see Rajamouli’s phone laying unlocked two feet away. He shouldn’t…

He grabbed it, scrolling up to the top. It was a decent photo of the director, sitting comfortably on the chair, with his curls nicely tousled, beaming at the camera. The top comments were most praise for the man and the movie, but it only took a couple minutes to get to the comments in question.

There were a lot which were just strings of emojis and DILF or Daddy sprinkled in between.

Then he got to the actual thirst tweets.

‘I may not know you as a father, but I’d like to get to know you as Daddy.’

‘I would like SS Rajamouli to direct me with all the positions he wants in bed.’

‘I respect Rajamouli so much that even my p*ssy calls him Daddy.’

Charan choked at the last one, sure he was red as a tomato. From the corner of his eye he saw Tarak wince.

“Charan.” Tarak warned but Charan was already trembling. One look at Tarak’s stern face broken him.

Charan burst out laughing, throwing his head back as his body shook with how hard he was laughing. He leaned back, accidentally pressing on Rhyme, making her whine loudly. But in his attempt to correct himself, he lost balance and tumbled to the floor. His vision blurred as tears started to stream down his face. Pain radiated from his hip but still he could not control his hysteria. His removed his glasses to avoid breaking them, wiping uselessly at the tears continuing to pour from him.

Tarak was standing a few feet away, one hand on his hip as another pinched the bridge of his nose. “Seriously Charan… it cannot have been that bad.”

Charan curled into himself, pushing Rhyme back from where she was indignantly snuffling in his ear for waking her up so rudely. His stomach was starting to hurt from all the laughing. He waved the phone he was still clutching at Tarak. The man came closer and took the phone, scrolling through the comments himself, face twisting into a grimace even as he started to blush too.

He shut off the screen, pocketing the phone. Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at Charan, who was still losing it.

“Are you done?” Tarak asked as Charan’s laughter started to slow. Except the question had the opposite effect, sending Charan into another laughing fit, this time so hard the man wasn’t even making any sound, just shaking.

“This isn’t funny!” Tarak hissed at him. “This-devuda, this is why I stay away from social media.”

“Are-Are you kidding me?” Charan wheezed. “This is-the best thing ever!”

“Charan!” Tarak snapped.

Charan lifted his hands in surrender, biting his lip as he tried to calm himself down. He placed his head between his knees, hugging them until he was mostly back to normal. Tarak came back to the couch, sitting heavily on it, one calf resting against Charan’s side. “Are you seriously saying you’ve never once gone through comments where the fans were drooling over you?”

“I-that-this is not about me!” Tarak stammered, a dark blush covering his cheeks that made Ram chuckle and press his cheek against Tarak’s knee.

“What the hell do we tell him?” Tarak wondered aloud.

Charan was still giggling. “The truth.”

Tarak threw him a glare making him giggle harder. “I am not explaining what DILF stands for.”

“Do you know what DILF stands for?” Charan asked curiously, snickering when Tarak knocked on his head. “Hey! I was just checking, Mr. The Internet is scary and I am above it.”

“Oh and I bet you know all the slang?” Tarak challenged. Charan winked.

“Upsi and I make a game out of finding the most ridiculous and creative ones that are addressed to me. My fans…love me very much.” Charan replied.

Tarak snorted while Charan grinned at him with all his teeth. “Now who is the terrible one?”

“Pass me my phone.” Charan asked.

“Why?” Tarak asked, squinting even as he did as requested.

Charan grinned at him, unlocking his phone, and scrolling his recently called till he reached the one he wanted. He video called him, lifting a hand to stop Tarak’s question.

The call rang four times before Rana’s face filled the screen. From the background, he looked to be sitting in his balcony. Perfect, this would have been awkward if he had been outside. “Yo! Charan!”

Charan laughed “Rana!”

Tarak jerked next to him, trying to dive for his phone. “Charan, no!”

Charan dodged him, scooting back on his butt. “Shut up, this is too good to keep to ourselves. Plus Rana will confirm that this is, in fact, hysterical.”

“Give it.” Tarak hissed, shifting to look like he was going to pounce.

“My phone.” Charan said, resisting the urge to stick out his tongue.

“Uh…did you need something?” Rana asked, eyebrow raised.

“You know how I was supposed to meet with Rajamouli sir? You will not believe what happened.”

“Charan!” Tarak begged, lunging at him. Charan scrambled, but he forgot that Tarak used to play rugby, and lost his breath as the man tackled and half pinned him.

“Tarak!” Charan choked out. “Get off! You’re heavy!”

Tarak wrestled his phone out of his grip, his concerted face meeting a vaguely confused but mostly amused Rana. “Am I interrupting something boys?”

Tarak rolled his eyes. “Charan needs to learn when to take things seriously.”

Charan laughed, jerking upwards hard enough to send Tarak sprawling next to him. He crowed as he sat up, crossing his legs underneath him as he retrieved his phone. “Ha! Some rugby player you are.”

Rana was clearly holding in laughter. “I still have no idea what you called for. Congrats on getting Tarak off your back.”

Charan winked at him. “Going to the gym helps. Anyways. Rajamouli. He came in today because he was confused about a comment someone left on Instagram.”

“Ok…?” Rana said. “I love the man, but he isn’t exactly up to date on the internet lingo. What had they commented?”

Charan smiled wolfishly, making Tarak groan and drop his head, the thunk loud enough to be heard. “He came into the room and asked us what ‘DILF’ meant.”

There was a beat of quiet before Rana started to roar with laughter, setting of Charan’s own cackling. Each time one of them managed to get their laughter under control, they’d look at the other and the laughter would start again.

Tarak had sat up by then, and after watching this go on for a solid five minutes sighed and grabbed Charan’s phone, cutting the call.

“Hey!” Charan protested lightly, still snickering. “I wasn’t done speaking with him!”

“I was done hearing you both laughing like lunatics.” Tarak stated.

Charan pouted, pawing at Tarak to return his phone to him.

“Ok, enough, you’ve had your fun.” Tarak said. “What do we tell him?”

Charan shrugged. “Hey Jakanna, that acronym you asked about? Essentially all those people want you to bend them over a desk and fuck them?”

“What?!” came a squeaked question.

Tarak and Charan froze before whipping their heads towards the room door simultaneously. A very red Rajamouli was standing there looking at them in terror.

Oops.

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#rrr #charak #jr ntr #ram charan #ss rajamouli #my fic #my writing

[vacantgodling]

NIX ZABALA

y’all thought i was fucking kidding i Will Not stand for nix slander

31, he/him, straight in an extremely queer way :), black

gave himself his name when he was a child and doesn’t remember what his birth name is

lead guitarist (the main shred machine), screamer, backing vocals

founder and leader of LUKEWARM REJECTION

optimistic, gregarious, laid back, trustworthy, loyal, funny & fun loving, dad energy >>>>

dating (and eventually marries) trisha honeycutt, best friends with toph & close friends with most anyone he meets lol.

his married name is nix honeycutt bc he takes his girl’s name (also honeycutt is a cute ass last name ok)

he and trish eventually have a daughter named dolley! they named her after his favorite guitar :’)

BACKSTORY

NIX has always been a drifter. orphaned at a young age, and escaping the foster care system when he was around 15. life has been tough for nix, but his seemingly endless well of optimism has always shone through and kept him pushing for good times and forging relationships with good people.

music has always been what’s held nix’s life together, and he came up with the idea to start a band when he was very young, though he never had anyone around him that he knew that was into music enough to join in with him. after getting a construction job when he was around 18, he met and quickly befriended the boss’s son TYSON CHOMISH, and through him became friends with his energetic and drum-loving younger sister SOBEK. with the two of them becoming friends, nix’s dreams of starting a band finally began to take shape.

in falling out with his apartment complex around this same time, tyson and his girlfriend RENA graciously offered nix a place on their couch (well a room, but he always ended up falling asleep on the couch anyway, force of habit lol) it was here that he met rena’s friend TRISHA HONEYCUTT, falling head over heels for her almost instantly. though trish didn’t give him the time of day at first, the pursuit of her affections, and his desire to really and truly start this band helped win her over, and once the rest of the crew slid into place, she started to set up small gigs for them as their manager. they moved in together not too long after, and have been attached at the hip since.

nix takes a shine to almost anyone he meets, and seeks to find the good in people, even in MAVERICK LOVERDE when their attempts to have bassist LEIA COFFEY both sing and play the bass didn’t work out. while most of the rest of the band has always had a slight off vibe about him, nix has always been there to vouch for him and try and smooth things over when things get misconstrued. (this quickly died when maverick decided to show his true colors because a betrayal of nix’s trust is just not something you can come back from).

meeting TOPH was also by chance. he and trish were on their way home from a gig and saw him huddled up in an alleyway seemingly not dressed for the harsh weather. seeing him out in the cold reminded nix a lot of himself when he was younger, and he essentially roped the seemingly young man into staying with he and trish for a few nights while the blizzard passed. he proved to be a chill, trustworthy individual—if snarky with a mouth that’d make sailor’s blush—and even after the storm they stayed in contact, becoming friends to the point that toph frequently crashes with them for weeks on end.

it was the night trish was in a terrible car accident that nix learned that toph was something different. her chances of survival were extremely slim, and toph calmly asked him if he’d like him to save her. nix didn’t really question it, just said yes please anything!! and so toph revealed his demonic powers to nix and healed trisha. overjoyed, nix didn’t even care that he may potentially owe toph his soul, but toph laughed and simply said that he did it to repay his debt to the two of them for being so kind and considerate towards him even when they didn’t have to be. ever since then, nix and toph have considered each other best friends, to the point of having matching tattoos. however, nix has never introduced toph to the band until maverick walks out on them because toph doesn’t usually like meeting new people lol

#character intro #s: lukewarm rejection

[upon-blades-twilight]

Identity of the self; This was something Vergil was already struggling with since an early age. After all, he had a hard time accepting his own humanity.

The man could still remember his first days. When he first awoke he had no idea what he was. How could he? He had his entire life since childhood that he struggled with, all the way to the moment he was captured by Mundus.

One moment he was urging Dante to escape the demon world. The last of his memories were blotted and terrifying. A mix of all sorts of tortures and traumas that Mundus used to eventually subdue him. From that moment of brainwashing he could remember nothing. It was only a dreary blackness.

That is, until he awoke in that lab.

He couldn't understand what was happening until the first time he was forced through a rigorous parade of mental obedience training. That's when everything unfolded and was answered. Why did he look so pale? How could they dare treat him as they did? Why was his body seemingly so unstable? What was this uncanny feeling of not being himself? He was Vergil after all.

Until he found out he wasn't.

Until he found out that everything he knew and believed in wasn't even his own thoughts to begin with. Model Ouroboros was nothing more than an experimental weapon, much like how Nightmare was. An advanced homunculus who's job was to be nothing more than a pawn on a whim, who's biological origins were that of Vergil.

Who was he, himself, then? What is the self when literally every aspect of him was someone else's? Maybe he was overthinking this and he really was just Vergil. After all, he not only had his face, but his every memory and mannerisms, too. However, that possibility sent his stomach twisting. How could he be Vergil when he was so painfully aware that he wasn't? Not when it felt like he was a soul trapped inside the body of another. It all drove him insane.

Seeing his origin for the first time didn't help him fare any better either. At first, Ouroboros was wrought with fury and jealousy towards the man. He wanted to kill his origin with his own two hands. Why? That was a question that even he couldn't quite answer. It didn't quell this overwhelming need to vent his entire life of frustrations towards him, however.

The clone didn't have the opportunity to interact with Vergil. No, Vergil was too far gone and self unaware. He was nothing more than a puppet following orders, and his higher status in ranks meant that the chance to meet face to face was very slim. Except for one singular time when Ouroboros happened upon Vergil standing at ease near the throne room entrance. Of course he approached him.

Standing before Vergil gave him a sense of bewilderment. Here was a man he knew inside and out. Vergil's every private thoughts and motives were all there to sift through in his own mind. His every pain, his every strength; he knew it all. As much as he hated Vergil, in time Ouroboros also grew to heavily admire and respect him, too.

Yet, he also witnessed the painful downfall Vergil had suffered through being a pawn of Mundus. He knew of every experiment and mental training the other had gone through. How could he not when he was forced through the same ordeals himself? The younger mirror couldn't help feel a deep sense of pity for his kin.

At that moment, Ouroboros couldn't do it. He still wanted to slaughter the other, but not like this. No, what he wanted was to see Vergil free. Free and once again himself, for the one before him was no longer as such. He wanted to kill Vergil, not Nelo Angelo. One day, he hoped to see it, and only time would tell how this homunculus would react upon truly meeting Vergil for the first time.

For now, all he could do was stare in awe at the enormous and misshapen man that was his origin. The entire time the other simply stood there. His awareness was only that of Mundus' command. Anything and everyone else was nothing to pay any mind towards. Not even towards a replica of his own face.

With that, Ouroboros reached up and gently cupped his hand over the other's cheek. Nothing happened. There was only a mixed expression of seething hatred and deep pity from the younger. Not even words were exchanged before the copy eventually left.

The spiraling of having an identity crisis to this degree was certainly quite the spice to life. Every lonely night he would further grow to detest Vergil. Every lonely night of obsessively digging through memories not of his own caused further pity and eventual idolization for the other. What was worst was the further decay of his own identity. The homunculus couldn't count how many nights of self harm he had lived through, which only added to the collection of scarring across his ugly body.

"If I could kill him, then-..." his words froze. It was a moment of paralysis born out of pure fear. The notion of killing his origin, whom he both viciously hated and lovingly idolized, gave Ouroboros a nauseating mix of emotions.

"...Then no one else would have this body anymore. This face and these memories--they would be mine and mine alone! I could finally be me!"

~~~

'Friend... This is not the way... You know full well that this sort of ending would bring naught but disappointment and sorrow.'

'You are still you--through and through.'

'You just need to reach out for him.'

#vergil #devil may cry #vergil sparda #dmc #vergil devil may cry #vergil dmc #ouroboros #red vergil #vante #redgil #||𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪|| #{⚚𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡} #{⚚𝔉𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰}

[hoesidon]

A percabeth plot idea based on a dream I had last night.

Pretty much a soulmate au but except of any kind of soul identifying marks you can physically feel when your soulmate is close to you. It's like your heart is tugging you in the direction of your soulmate. And when you look in your soulmates eyes it basically confirms everything. (Tbh I think I been reading too many werewolf stories on Wattpad lately🥴) BUT ANYWAY. Moving on. Takes place with like these 3 different royal families, the Big Three (Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades) and within these three places you have the different houses. House of Athena, House of Apollo, etc. Anyway, they have these temples that people go to to pray to the Gods for blessings or whatever. And for some reason in my dream kids were forced to go to these temples on their 13, 16, 18 and 21st birthdays. Not sure why but it was important to the plot of my dream I guess. Another point, the characters in my dream wore certain styles and patterns of clothing that matched the house that they belonged to. If you saw them on the street you'd be like "yeah they belong to the house of Athena". For some reason Annabeth wore a Tudor hood?? I'm getting nun vibes I'm not sure.

Anyway, so Percy arrives to these temples on his 16th birthday when he gets the feeling that his soulmate is near. So he walks into the temples and he finds Annabeth's back to him and she's kneeling on the ground praying. All he sees is the Athenian pattern and her curly blonde hair poking out of gray Tudor veil and he bolts. 1. He's way too young to find his soulmate. 2. His soulmate can't be an Athenian girl, his father Poseidon would flip his shit. 3. Their families rivalry aside, he knows the Athenian girl would never be welcomed by his people, she would be an outcast and he doesn't want her to have to deal with the snide remarks.

Annabeth on the other hand didn't have the best home life. She wanted to travel and get out of her hometown and see the world. She found the whole soulmate concept interesting and secretly looked forward to meeting hers someday so she could hopefully one day escape her town. So, you can imagine her disappointment when she's 16 and praying in the temples to send her a way to get out when she feels her soulmate near. Before she can even meet him, he's gone. All she see is unruly black hair and the House of Poseidon's blue fabric sneaking out of the temple. And all she feels is the crushing weight of disappointment. She tries to run after them but they're already gone.

Fast forward to Percy's 18th birthday. He's dreading going back to the temples because the last time he was there he felt his soulmate and then bolted and he's afraid to find her again. But his friend, Lady Piper of the House of Aphrodite, assures him that there's a slim chance that he'll run into his soulmate again on his 18th birthday. So he returns to the temples and he's about to leave when he feels the presence of his soulmate outside of the temples entrance. So he sneaks out through a door that's not an exit. Lady Hestia, a sweet lady who cares for and maintains the temples, finds him and asks him what he's doing and reminds him that the exit is in the opposite direction. He reluctantly goes back and the feeling in his chest gets stronger and stronger the closer he gets to Annabeth. He sees Annabeth before she notices him. He takes in her appearance and forces every ounce of will that he has to look away and walk past her without a second glance. Annabeth is talking to her friend, Princess Thalia of the House of Zeus, outside of the temples when she feels the soulmate bond get stronger. To her shock and annoyance, it's Prince Perseus of the House of Poseidon. And much to her annoyance and crushing disappointment, he walks past her without a glance. She feels 16 again inside of the temple when he left her the first time. She wonders, for just a moment, if her soulmate bond is a one-way street. She wonders if the Goddess Aphrodite had cursed her. Because every story she ever read about soulmates mentioned the strong pull soulmates have to one another. How enamored they're supposed to be with each other and unable to resist one another. It doesn't make any sense to her as to why he would walk past her without acknowledgement unless he didn't feel the same bond.

It's not until Prince Jason's 18 birthday that they see each other again. Percy brings along his friend Lady Piper for moral support. Annabeth sees them together and assumes the worst. So, she dances with Lord Luke of the House of Hermes to possibly make Percy jealous. Percy sees the two of them dancing together and assumes that they're together. So, he spends the rest of the night avoiding them and talking with Prince Nico and Princess Hazel of the House of Hades. Before Annabeth can confront Percy, he's being called back home for a family emergency.

The next time that they see each other again is at Princess Thalia's 21st birthday party. Percy and Annabeth accidentally bump into one another and they make eye contact. And everything that Percy was trying to avoid is confirmed. The Lady Annabeth of House of Athena is his soulmate. An Athenian girl. She who will be an outcast among his people. King Poseidon is going to flip his shit. Soon enough everyone's eyes are on them as they realize what is happening. Before Annabeth can say anything, Percy apologizes and makes a mad dash out of there.

Later, when he's being lectured by Poseidon, Sally announces that she's invited Lady Annabeth to stay with them as a way to get to know her and welcome her into the family. Annabeth agrees and arrives a week later. Percy and Annabeth have their first real conversation.

#percabeth #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #if anyone decides to write this fic PLEASE send it to me so i can read this #i envision this story as a slow burn enemies to lovers fic

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay but, what if, instead of Zhao using that old tactic to lure Aang into a trap, he instead used it just to be a jerk to Zuko by reminding him of how thorough the genocide of the Air Nomads was (thinking Zuko's still hunting the Avatar and not realizing that he's looking for someone to teach Ty Lee Airbending)?

Of course, when the exiled prince springs the trap while "hunting for the Avatar" Zhao would pretend to be surprised (poorly), but I think we're all sleeping on the angst potential in those three years of futile searching.

So like. The main goal would still be catching Aang and Ty Lee. And at the point where Zhao knows about them, he also knows about Zuko being on their side. iirc from my notes he meets them all directly for the first time in Winter Solstice part 2?

But yeah he knows they're all on the same page but also.

Zhao absolutely takes the opportunity to mock Zuko for the whole 'find the Avatar to regain your Honor' quest because this was supposed to be an even more impossible quest than in Canon.

Because remember: In Canon it was already a slim chance. If you entertained the idea that the Avatar was still out there, then you had to assume that either 1.) the original Airbender escaped and is now a 100-something old person who's been in hiding or 2.) they died at some point during the past hundred years and have reincarnated into the Water Tribe. Maybe even that one died and it's an Earth Kingdom kid now.

In the Avatar!Ty Lee AU, there was confirmation(or at least there seems to be) that the Avatar reincarnated in that hundred years. And they went through Water, Earth and Fire. As there are no Airbenders left(supposedly), the cycle should be broken and even the most hopeful people think the Avatar doesn't exist anymore.

So yeah he was sent on an even more impossible task than before.

On the flipside though.....

Zuko kind of. He spent those three years kind of coming to terms with a lot of things.

For one thing, he kind of. He gave up on the quest the moment he found out it was actually possible. Because he's looking at Ty Lee, who is 11 and someone he sees as another little sister. And thinks about what would happen to her if he turned her in. Maybe it would've been easier if it wasn't someone he knew, someone he could convince himself was deserving of what would happen. But he can't with her.

And at first it's like 'no this isn't worth getting her killed'. But then he kind of realizes over that three years just. Some of the whole 'the Fire Nation is probably the bad guys in the War' and just yeah realizing that even if it hadn't been Ty Lee, it would've been some kid.

So if the idea of 'Honor' is supposed to involve turning in a child to be killed, he doesn't want that honor.

And then.... yeah as they talk more on things he really begins to realize how fucked up his childhood was. And especially how fucked up the whole Agni Kai situation was. If in part because the ship's crew are like 'this kid needs some positive father figures right the hell now'.

So yeah when Zhao taunts him with the whole quest thing..... It does hurt, as it's a reminder that his father probably never loved him in the first place and definitely never expected him to complete the quest, just using it as further torment.

But Zuko has already made his choice. He's not going back.

#avatar!ty lee au

[aquoteamusetheword]

“Baby”

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die, I want to go where they went.” ~ Will Rogers

In the summer of 2007, we had come to the realization that our dog Roux was never going to walk on his own again. A ruptured disc in his back was the culprit. The veterinarian staff at Auburn had done a remarkable job, but we knew there was less than a 50% chance going into his surgery. After surgery, Roux could walk with the help of a cumbersome wheelchair, but the light was gone from his eyes.

Months after Roux’s surgery, I got a phone call at work one afternoon. It’s my bride… “There is the most beautiful dog wearing a green collar on our back porch.” I am glad the dog is beautiful, I am even more glad the dog has a collar, we (I) don’t need or want another dog.

Over the next few days, we combed the neighborhood, called local vets, called the humane society, and looked in the paper for lost dogs matching the dog with the green collar, all to no avail. We even tried to give him to a friend's son… that lasted two days and he was back.

My first declaration, “This dog is not going to come in, let alone sleep in our house” lasted for a day. My second “We are by no means keeping this dog” fell flat (we both knew I didn’t mean it). He would cut his eyes and ignore you if he didn’t want to do something, hence his name “Baby.” This dog was and is beautiful. A perfect slim athletic body and beautiful shiny hair. I hate to say it, but beautiful is the right word for his looks. We couldn’t stand it when more often than not people thought he was a girl.

After he chewed the carpet off three steps, tried to dig a hole to the outside of the house through the drywall and chewed the legs of the kitchen table… we decided it would be a good idea to fence the backyard. Roux got a better, sleeker wheelchair, he and Baby ran up and down the back yard until there was a dirt road with ruts. The light was back in Roux’s eyes. Baby ran like no other dog I have ever seen, he glided with the gait of a thoroughbred racing horse. He loved to fetch his red Kong. He would chase it for hours until he was done, then he would lie down at the end of the yard mid fetch and chew it until he was ready for round two.

Unfortunately, he also like to run… away… any time he could catch anyone opening the gate off guard and dash past them… at lightning speed. He would let you almost catch up; he would smile and speed away again (often down the double yellow line of McCullough Road in front of our house). One time I found him half a mile down the road. Some neighbors were having a party with a bouncy house in the front yard. He had made himself at home. Walking up you would have thought he was their dog, playing with their kids and chasing their dogs. He also escaped into the woods behind our neighborhood, followed a creek until he appeared on another road over a mile from home, caked in mud and thorns and happy as a pig in slop. He drove us crazy when he escaped, I was always terrified and pretty sure that was how he would meet his maker.

Several years later, we knew Roux was coming to the end of his life and Baby would need another companion. Enter Barkley. Baby relished having a less than one year old pup to play with. By play I mean run at a full speed and steam roll him repeatedly.

As I write this, Baby is getting close, very close to the end of his life. When you read this, he will be gone from this world. Imagine his delight when he gets to run at full speed with Roux without a wheelchair. I am sure my MawMaw will throw ball after ball with him until they both get tired; except they won’t ever get tired. There will only be the next better thing to do. He has finally escaped to the place he was looking for the whole time.

We are in no way joking when we say that God sent us Baby.

We love our big “Baby.” See you soon.

James 1:17, 1 Corinthians 2:9, 2Corinthians 4:8

[bollur]

OK so I was writing my own stuff for like my ocs and what not and it was about them getting stuck in a blizzard.

So then I got the idea of a percy x reader where they get caught in a huge blizzard on one of their adventures and have to cuddle each other for warmth and I just ahshshhdhahhfbrrjnf!

I know you are clogged with requests rn so please take your time if you plan to take this request!

a/n: yaaaaa, i got really into this, like it came out sOOOO FUCKING LONG, i apologize. :')

i hope it meets you expectations, love. i fucking loved doing it.

tags list: @imaginesfire

The wind whistled as it whipped and thrashed around you, snow flurries peeling from banks in sheets, no rhyme to their direction. Turning your head, pulling your fur-lined hood further over your face, the tree-line that you came from wasn’t even visible anymore, causing an unnatural chill to run through you. You had swiveled in so many directions at this point, it would be damn near impossible to discern which way you needed to go. “Fuck!” you shouted, doubling over and clenching your jaw, mitten-covered hands scrubbing your face.

You needed to breathe - now was not the time to have a breakdown.

Think, think — Tracks! Why didn’t you do that first?

Opening your eyes, you glanced around, feeling adrenaline surge through you as you spotted deep trails, but when you began to follow them, you realized they were only leading to more and more but were quickly being covered up. You should have just stayed still earlier instead of panicking and sprinting around in hopes you would find something.

Vox Machina had been hired to investigate numerous suspicious murders in an allied city, one that happened to be on the other side of a string of very wild weathered mountains. The group had currently still been several miles from cresting the peak, and while you all tried your best to stick together and rush over the top, not wanting to be at the highest point when hell decided to rain down, it was clear that nothing would ever work out for you all. Everyone had ended up getting separated, and the last person you were walking closest to was Percy, trying to help you stay stable when the winds began picking up drastically. Somehow in all the mess, you managed to lose him and everyone else.

Feeling your breathing quicken, a sign you were about to hyperventilate, you did your best to follow what you could discern as some kind of track. You assumed they were yours that lead somewhere, but the snow filling them made it a bit hard to see where they were as you made your way forward, coupled with the impossibly short visibility, eventually you lost them.

All you could do at this point was to keep walking and hope you ended up somewhere safe. “Hello,” you called out, hands around your mouth, hoping to amplify the sound. “Percival!” it was a very slim chance he would hear you, but it was one you were willing to take.

This was just great.

A sigh escaped your lips, blowing into the palms of your mittens in a feeble attempt to warm your freezing hands, but the feeling passed as quickly as it came. You needed to do something, and quickly, or you would freeze to death out here; your toes had already begun to tingle despite the climate-appropriate footwear. It would just be a lot easier if you had a destination or knew where the hell you were headed to.

Grimacing as you moved forward with renowned vigor, you couldn’t help but think of that scenario as anything but laughable. A hero of Emon, aided in the saving of Whitestone, a survivor of the Chroma Conclave, so-on and so-forth, went and fucking perished in a measly blizzard. So you continued on, needing to stay moving, circulation flowing to help stave away hypothermia, at least until it was inevitable.

There was no telling how long you had been walking, though it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, but what did it matter when frozen gales turned the minutes to hours? However, the level of relief you felt when you distantly heard your name being called was unmeasurable. You couldn’t tell who it was with it being so muffled, but you didn’t care - it could be Grog finding you for all you gave a damn, all you knew was that you needed to stop and scream. So you did, jumping up and down while flailing your arms, the best you could in the thigh-deep snow, not wanting to stand still for too long, shouting, “I’m over here! Hello!” like a mantra.

Suddenly Percival came into view, cutting through the blizzard five feet in front of you and you wasted no time practically throwing yourself at him, to which he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. “You’re alright, I’m here now.” his grip tightened, pulling you as close as possible, warmth seeping into you. But the tone of his voice suggested he was trying to console you just as much as himself, and you couldn’t help the few tears that built up on your lashes, burying your face into his neck. “This is why you need to listen to me when I tell you to do something.”

Begrudgingly pulling back from his warmth, your eyes narrowed even further at him, reaching up to wipe away the wetness from your eyes before it threatened to freeze over and make your experience even more painful. “If this is your way of saying ‘I told you so’, this is the worst time.”

“I have to disagree,” he grunted his reply, now trying to fight with a length of rope that had been slapping with the wind. Pulling it taut, Percival moved it over your head and down to your waist, tying the frayed end to some lead that led to himself, and giving it a harsh tug to make sure it didn’t come undone. “This is absolutely the time to do so.”

Having the audacity to roll your eyes wasn’t missed by him, and neither was the stern look on his face to you, but the worry in his eyes made your heart swell with guilt from the severity of the situation. “I’m sorry,” you offered to him, a feeble attempt to lighten the situation. If you both died today, you weren’t sure you could handle him being even slightly upset with you.

Whether he heard you or not, you weren’t sure. Gripping your hands, he pulled them away from his coat, and you felt panic run through you, suddenly thinking about the possibility of getting lost from him again if you weren’t holding on. Being perceptive as always, knowing you better than he knew himself, he answered the worry on your face, “Keep old of this and,” he directed your mits to the rope around his waist and you immediately latched. “Do not let go.” there was no room for arguments as the blizzard carried his tone around the two of you, and you nodded your head furiously. You weren’t planning on it anyway.

Giving you one final look, he turned back in the direction he came, his gloved hands gripping onto a tight rope that disappeared a few feet ahead of you into the snowfall. Finally, the two of you began moving forward, the rope connecting you to him gave just enough space that you would be able to move without getting caught on him and causing him to stumble, but you still stayed closer.

You helplessly watched from behind as he gathered up the rope in one hand, pulling you both along with the other in silence for what seemed far too long. A part of you wanted to say something, anything to him, but something rational reminded you that this of foreign territory, and you didn’t know what undesirables lingered out there on the other side of snowbanks. You had both spoken enough for comfort earlier. You agreed to keep quiet, even as a large pine tree came into view and you wanted to gleefully scream, it was contained to a whispered squee. Moving into the forest, the visibility broadened and the wind was not so sharp. “Cut the rope,” Percy instructed you, taking what he had rolled up and pulled it over his head to rest on his shoulder and across his chest.

“What?” you asked, looking at him in shock for his suggestion. “But- but everyone else is still out there,” you tried to reason with him as though he was suggesting something insane, like abandoning them.

Percival was tense, looking around everywhere his eyes could land except at you. “Yes, they are,” the agreement was so casual, if you weren’t currently shivering, you wouldn’t have guessed the situation was life-threatening. “But we are also not the only inhabitants of this area.” unintentionally reminding you of your earlier fear, you swallowed hard, sparing a few glances around yourself. “We need to leave hints, not a direct line.”

Nodding your head, you wasted no time lifting your leg, pulling the dagger from inside your boot, and cutting the rope. He was right - not that you wanted to admit the two of you were weak, but you were not exactly the strongest in anything other than damage-wise. Taking the end, he tucked it into one of his layers. “We need to find shelter.” the obvious came from your mouth, though it was more of an external thought.

No response came from the gunslinger for a moment and then he nodded. “Highly unlikely,” he muttered before taking your arm and lightly leading you on, further into the forest, not wanting to linger too long. You stayed close, following diligently. “Here,” Percy altered, finally coming to a stop by a tree. Looking back, you couldn’t even see the one that had the rope tied to it now, you had wandered so far. “Help me dig a trench.” he bent over and began using his hands to scoop snow away from it, and you followed suit. “The forest is not dense enough to stave off enough wind; this will aid in that.”

Gods, you were fucking glad he was so smart.

You simply nodded, having nothing to add to that, though the fear of talking too much still lingered in your head. Scooping out the last of the snow, there was a big enough space in the ditch for the two of you to sit in, which you wasted no time getting into and sitting down. He was a bit more hesitant, giving one last look around before nestling in beside you, the two of you molded together at the side.

You sat for a moment before letting out a soft, “Oh,” suddenly remembering you were useful in some way. Removing your mittens, you held your hands in front of you both and closed your eyes. “Maybe - “ your whisper cut off, eyes flashing open with a warm glow as a ball of fire began to form, floating an inch above your palms. “There we go.”

The smile that crossed your face was proud as you looked up at Percival, finding him already staring down at you in wonder. “Your versatility never ceases to amaze me,” and he didn’t mean that sarcastically either, it was genuine as he looked down into eyes that would scare anyone who did not know the soul that wore them, even as the light died down to simply glittering irises. Removing his gloves and laying them onto his lap, he held his own hands a safe distance from the flame and exhaled deeply as the warmth began to wash over his tingling fingers.

The compliment caused you to chuckle, leaning a little closer and playfully knocking him with your shoulder. “Neither does yours,” you offered in return, before asking, “I mean, where did you learn to do this?” and immediately the air between you two changed, the small smile on his face falling and he looked away from you into the forest, distantly.

There was a moment of silence and he spoke, “A person learns multiple survival tactics when fleeing their home during winter, I suppose,” strangely light, thoughtfully, but the heaviness of the memories it brought was inevitably there, lingering.

Rolling your bottom lip, you removed one hand from under your little flame and placed it comfortingly on his bicep. “I’m sorry,” came a timid apology, causing him to turn back towards you. “I shouldn’t have asked - I - it was stupid of me.”

Percival merely brought back the curl of his lips, though it didn't quite meet his eyes like before, and lifted up his arm, exposing his side. "You'll never get warm enough sitting that far away, you know," it was a statement, a silent offer, an acceptance of your unneeded apology. He was older now and tried to not let the traumas of his past interfere with things as much.

Immediately taking him up on that, you dove into his side, remembering to mind the fire you held and sighed happily. "I was beginning to think you'd never offer," you playfully sobbed, bringing the mood in the air back to a comfortable one, or as well as it could be despite the situation.

Shifting a bit, he wrapped both arms around you and rested his cheek on the crown of your head. With this and the fire, you were sure to stay warm. "We'll rest here for as long as we can and wait for the blizzard to calm."

Your face turned sour at the thought of how long that could possibly take and you didn't hide the displeased noise that escaped you. "Implying we're left alone."

"Yes, implying such." Percy agree, wearily scanning the area he could see without moving too much. Lifting up a hand to place under the one that held the flame, he felt himself begin to get too warm. "Put that away for now," he told you, knowing it would do no good for the two of you to begin sweating. "Try to rest - it will do no good if we're both exhausted." You let it diminish and now curled up against him, between his legs, clinging tightly with both arms, trusting him wholly.

Bringing a hand up to cup the back of your head, keeping you close as you began to relax in his arms, he couldn't deny that he was worried, even if it was more for you than himself. His nose buried into your hair, trying to relax, but his eyes never closed, keeping watch on the area. It was the moments where he could do nothing except sit and contemplate a million possibilities, unable to act, that bothered him the most.

Percival would get you out of here, no matter what. Surrounded by a blizzard, in the middle of the wilderness is not where you deserved to die.

#percival x reader #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #the legend of vox machina #vox machina x reader #critical role x reader #percival de rolo x reader #percy de rolo x reader #percy x reader #critical role #vox machina #the legend of vox machina x reader #tlovm x reader #tlovm

[little-fairy-forest]

How they'd react to an arranged marraige

Bakugou, Todoroki,  Midoriya x reader

Bakugou

Not happy about it. Plain and simple

If he doesnt know who you are, even worse. If he is gonna marry someone he wants to make sure he can tolerate them first

If his parents chose you to marry him, he'd be a bit more open to meeting you and getting to know you. He trusts his parents enough to find someone he'd want to be with (surprisingly!)

He would be really skeptical of who you are and what you really want,, he is a hero so he needs to always be on this toes!

When he realises your not any threat, not looking for money or fame but just looking for someone to spend the rest of your life with, Katsuki relaxes a lot more

He will slowly open up to you over the course of your "engagement" and marriage life, but slower then if would've both started dating on your own

He has no shame though talking about as if you've known eachother for years

Unfortunately, he can't hide you from the media and friends, but he will try his best to put a stop the any hate you receive

He knows a lot of people still don't agree with arranged marraiges or quirk marraiges,, but in the slim chance they work out and your both happy? He will take that chance!

Will go at your pace , you want to wait till the 8th month of "dating" to hold hands? Sure, no problem with him.

He will throw a fit if you try and change yourself for him because he's a pro hero. Won't tolerate someone who lies and isn't themselves

Doesn't care about the wedding itself,, maybe the food menu or who is invited.

But theme wise thats on you, tropical? Traditional? Disney? He couldn't care

If he was to find out you were being forced into this marriage....

Good luck to your family /guardians!!

Dynamight is now on their asses! He isn't gonna marry someone who doesn't want it.

Will make sure your safe and sound before tackling your family legally

Todoroki

Refused

Doesn't want to know about you, not even your name, age or occupation

For obvious reasons he sees arranged marriages or quirk marriages not in a good light

He truly believes you're being forced into it from the start. Why would you want to marry him? A broken man with oh so many issues

He wishes you the best and is about to leave, you speak up to tell him you got in touch with the agency that provides "dates" for the arranged marriages since you too felt "unlovable"

From that statement alone Shouto was more open to getting to know you more

Was he still hesitant? Of course,, if he could have it his way he would get to know you, date you (possibly) and then marry you outside the arranged marriage

But,, if it was a quirk marriage and you both needed to "produce" a "hier" of both your quirks to please your families...yeah this boy is on the next plane out of Japan!!

If you get married, he refuses to mention it was arranged, nobody needs to know. If anything he'd rather lie to the high heavens about how you both met

"Oh we met at the end of a rainbow, yes I did as them to marry me right then and there"

Or he finds out it's a forced marriage? He will help the both of you escape and run away to a safer country, one that quirk marraiges are illegal.

He will make sure your safe money wise (he's a rich boy no need to worry about money)

Todoroki would marry you if you both take your time getting to know eachother. It would be nice to come home to a warm smile and someone to talk too...

Yes it would be nice to share a meal with someone...and to hold at night...and to share memories with

Maybe, just maybe he could get behind this marriage,, but on one condition

You like soba

Midoriya

Open to the idea

He sees it more as a companion ship type relationship,, such a sweet boy

Oh? You want someone to share tea with? He can do that!,, but holding hand in public?! Wait until the marriage licence is signed!!

On a serious note, I could see him getting one in later years after being single due to his tight hero schedule.

He would make sure your not in danger, as in nothing is forced

And more importantly, your not a villian trying to get info...

He would be put off from the idea of a quirk marraige for obvious reasons,,

Once there isn't any harsh major "rules" you'd have to follow he'd be down for a marriage

Rules such as how many kids (if any) , how many hours you both need to spend together, how much money he needs to give your family (if any at all)

He just wants someone to be calm with. No need to rush into things, but will get panicky

The cake has been delayed? He will try and bake one himself, you don't like your outfit? He will send you ten more to try on,,

Will invite everyone he has ever spoke to. Seriously the guest list was almost in the thousands before you told him it needs to be cut back :) he just wants to please everyone!

Doesn't let you think low of yourself at any stage of the marriage, the understands the media can be harsh, anyone could imagine the backlash you'd receive after the public found out it was an arranged marraige

"Their just in it for the money" "they don't even love Deku like I would" just horrible comments that aren't true!

If you want to stay at home, he is okay with that but if you want to work,,

He will make sure you love your job and aren't getting any harassment due to your relationship status

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