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ghostlynightpanda · 1 month ago

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Hi! Can I request Chishiya x fem!reader who is like Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds? So she also has eidetic memory and high IQ etc. Sorry if something is unclear, my English is very bad, so I use a translator😔🙏🏻

Calculations of Trust

A/N: I’ve never watched Criminal Minds, but I still tried my best to write someone based on what I read about Spencer Reid online. I hope this fits his character the way you wanted!

Synopsis: Stranded in the deadly Borderlands, a brilliant and emotionally analytical woman teams up with the enigmatic strategist Chishiya, blending cold logic and empathy to outwit brutal games—forming a powerful alliance that could be their key to survival, and maybe something deeper beyond.

warnings/content: Chishiya x fem!reader, fluff, canon-typical blood and violence, 2.561 words

Part 2

The sky looked the same.

That was your first thought when arriving in this bizarre world. You weren't sure why that thought struck you first—why your brain zeroed in on cloud patterns and the familiar texture of summer heat against your skin. But when everything else felt wrong, your mind clung to something right. The skyline stretched over Tokyo, unchanged. But the silence—that was alien. Not a car, not a voice. Just the ghost of the city, paused mid-breath.

You took in your surroundings.

No people. No traffic. Just… nothing. You stood in the middle of a crosswalk, frozen, surrounded by still life. Abandoned phones buzzed with notifications that no one would answer.

Your mind kicked into gear. Eidetic memory activated.

Five minutes ago, you were running toward the subway, trying to catch the train after working a little later than usual.

You turned a corner. There was a flash—like fireworks.

And then— You were here.

In the middle of Tokyo. A city that once buzzed with life.

But now? Silence.

You weren't alone for long. A nearby explosion—a concussive boom of noise—jerked you into motion. You ran. Found others. Confused, shaken. They were like you: wrong time, wrong place, no memory of how this world replaced your own.

And then came the games.

Your hands shook. You were honest enough to admit that.

The first game was brute strength, speed, raw terror. Spades.

But even in fear, your brain remained loyal. You noticed the pattern in the balance plates before the man next to you slipped and got impaled. You memorized the tilt sensitivity after watching one test run. You counted the milliseconds between the trap triggers.

You didn't win because you were the fastest. You won because you didn't panic.

Now it was numbers.

The rules seemed random at first—red lights flashing in sequence, pressurized plates, a 3x3 grid.

But you saw it. The Fibonacci intervals in the flashes. The relationship between the pressure sensors and the golden ratio. It was coded math, and everyone was guessing.

You weren't.

You survived. Again.

One pair of eyes watched you the entire game, not with fear, or respect, but calculation. You didn't notice him yet but he noticed you.

The third game looked innocent—like a corporate team-building exercise on steroids.

Eight players. One tower. Ten floors. One room on each level. Each room held a puzzle that advanced you or eliminated you. No hints. Just "Solve or Die."

This was your domain.

The others bickered, shouting over each other as they failed on Floor Three's rotating sequence riddle.

You didn't shout. You stared.

"Wait," you said calmly, interrupting a panic spiral. "The door mechanism—look at the marks. Someone's already tried the wrong sequences. There's a pattern in the wrong answers."

They blinked.

You knelt, running your fingers across the scratch marks, whispering numbers under your breath.

"Floor Three's answer is 13. Fibonacci again. They're using mathematical sequences tied to human cognitive bias. Floor Four will use base-12 logic. Let me lead."

Some hesitated. Others followed.

You cleared the rest of the tower in under 20 minutes.

Every. Floor.

No casualties.

When the exit door slid open and everyone rushed into the light, cheering, you hung back. Breathing in. Processing.

And that's when you noticed him.

White hoodie. Platinum-blond hair. Lean frame. Calm.

He leaned against the wall near the game's edge like he'd never been concerned at all. His eyes didn't match the grin on his face—because the grin was casual, but the eyes were surgical.

"You weren't just solving," he said. His voice was light. Quiet. "You were analyzing the game designers themselves."

You stared at him, guarded.

He smiled wider. "Most people panic. You... profile."

You narrowed your eyes. "And you were watching."

"Observation is underrated," he said. "But then again, so is intellect."

He stepped forward, hands in his pockets.

"I'm Chishiya. And I think you're wasted out here, playing games for peasants."

"…Excuse me?"

"There's a place. A stronghold. The Beach. We collect cards. Build power. I think you'll be a good asset."

Your stomach twisted at the word asset. But part of you knew: intelligence attracts opportunists. Still—something in his tone wasn't exploitative. More like… strategic alliance.

You considered him. He didn't seem like a follower. And you weren't one either.

But the look in his eyes? He saw the way your brain worked. And you saw his. And that made him the first person in this world who felt even remotely familiar.

"…Fine," you said. "But I'm not just muscle for your puzzle-hunt."

He gave a slight nod. "Of course not. You're far more interesting than that."

The Beach wasn't a sanctuary. It was a masquerade.

Everyone wore the same smile, drank from the same bottles, and pretended they weren't all one bad game away from bleeding out on concrete. You watched them from the railing above the pool deck, arms crossed, mind whirring.

You'd been here three days. Already mapped the layout, memorized exit points, analyzed the card collection gaps, and mentally categorized the power players by behavioral patterns. Hatter: Delusional narcissist. Aguni: latent trauma, soldier instinct. Niragi: dangerous—impulse-driven, no empathy. Kuina: calculating, adaptable.

And Chishiya?

Uncrackable.

He didn't talk to people. He examined them. You weren't excluded. In fact, he seemed particularly interested in you.

You kept your distance. Avoided the parties. Watched the Beach from the outside while living inside it. You preferred it that way.

But that didn't stop him.

He found you again.

On the rooftop at dusk. You were alone, mentally replaying a hearts game you hadn't played — just in case. Trying to guess how the designer might think. Preparing.

"I don't like wasting potential," came his voice behind you.

You didn't turn. "Then I assume this conversation has a purpose."

"I want to know how you think."

You turned now, facing him. "Why?"

"Because you don't react. Not the way most people do. You solve the problem and walk away." He tilted his head. "But then… you save people. Like our team in the Tower Logic game."

You met his gaze, cool and unreadable. "You observed all that the whole time?"

His smile curled. "Observation is underrated."

You didn't smile back. "So is empathy."

He said nothing, but his expression faltered—just barely.

The next game came.

Six players. Clubs game. Team strategy. You, Chishiya, Kuina, and three others you didn't recognize.

The arena was a circular facility—ten rooms branching off a central hub, each room holding part of a code that had to be assembled and entered into a control panel to stop a detonation countdown. Cooperation required. Pressure high.

You immediately stepped into role.

First: layout. Second: player observation. Third: behavior prediction. You mentally assigned roles within minutes, logging where each player went, how fast they moved, what patterns they repeated.

You whispered to Kuina at one point, directing her to Room 6. "The clues are mirrored. He's looking in the wrong spot. You'll find the second half of the cipher in the vent."

She blinked. "How the hell did you—"

You didn't answer. No time. You moved.

By the twelve-minute mark, you had memorized all four ciphers, identified the red herring rooms, and were correcting the errors of the weakest players—quietly, efficiently.

People began looking at you with something between awe and unease.

Everyone… except Chishiya.

He watched you with narrowed eyes, arms folded, expression unreadable. You couldn't tell if he was analyzing your method, or your motives.

The six of you survived. The bomb didn't go off.

You stayed behind in the lobby, alone again, scribbling numbers into the dust with your finger—reworking a hypothetical failure scenario.

Chishiya stepped into your periphery. "You had the solution at the halfway point."

You didn't look up. "Yes."

"But you kept feeding it to the others. Slowly. Piece by piece."

You finally looked at him. "Would you have rather I let them die?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "If efficiency is the goal, why not just input the code yourself and let the weak ones be removed?"

You studied him for a long second.

"Why save people?" he asked, voice light but sharp. "You're smart enough not to care."

You tilted your head.

"Emotion isn't weakness," you said calmly. "It's data, too. Empathy helps you predict behavior. Understand intent. If you ignore it, you're only seeing half the variables."

He stared at you.

You stared back.

Two brilliant minds. Opposing algorithms.

But for the first time, there was something like respect between you. Something mutual, if unspoken.

He turned to leave. "You're interesting," he said over his shoulder. "That's rare."

You didn't respond. Not out loud, anyway. But your next move was already forming.

And somehow, you knew: so was his.

The announcement still hung in the air.

Another high-ranked hearts game.

You felt the chill thread down your spine — not from fear, but from certainty.

This wasn't logic. Not just logic. It was trust. Emotion. Manipulation. A game designed to tear alliances apart.

Your eyes flicked across the room. Eight players total. Circular arena. One glowing pedestal in the center, one screen above it.

Game Name: "Trust Fall."

Objective: One player is the traitor. Only the traitor knows they are the traitor. Everyone else must identify them correctly within 30 minutes. If the majority guesses wrong, all non-traitors die. If the traitor is correctly identified, they die. If no decision is made in time, everyone dies.

Timer: 30:00.

You exhaled slowly.

Someone muttered behind you, already accusing someone else.

You didn't flinch.

You weren't afraid.

Because Chishiya was here.

And he wasn't talking, either.

It turned ugly fast.

One girl started crying. A man began shouting at another, pointing fingers. Everyone was looking for tells — shifting eyes, nervous hands.

But the traitor? Might not be nervous at all.

You stayed still, listening. Absorbing.

So did he.

At one point, your eyes met across the room. Not a word. Just a nod — the barest flicker of recognition that said: You're watching the same patterns I am.

You moved closer. Quietly. Avoiding attention.

"They're emotionally reactive," you whispered to Chishiya when you were close enough. "We need a baseline of behavior before paranoia infects it all."

"Already too late," he murmured back. "They're spiraling."

"We isolate. Compare responses. Narrow it down by contradiction."

He nodded once. "Together, then."

It was brutal, in its design. Every ten minutes, you were allowed to interrogate one person as a group. It was chaos.

So you and Chishiya ran it like a silent operation.

You led the questioning. Calm. Cool. Clinical. You asked for timelines, movement patterns, memory details.

He watched them. Every microexpression. Every inconsistency.

"I saw her move toward the pedestal earlier," one player said.

"She said she didn't," Chishiya countered softly, almost amused. "But you did."

The woman froze.

Bit by bit, the lies unraveled.

But the closer you got, the more the others turned on you.

"You two think you're better than us," someone spat. "You act like you already know everything."

You stepped forward. "No. We just don't let fear do our thinking for us."

But they didn't want calm.

They wanted blood.

Twenty Seconds Left

Only two options remained: the woman, or the man next to her.

The others were screaming at each other.

You and Chishiya stood shoulder to shoulder.

"It's her," you said softly. "She slipped up. Three minutes ago, she said the clue was in the screen prompt. But that was only visible after the first vote. She couldn't have known that... unless she was the traitor."

He paused. Nodded slowly.

"Agreed."

"But we'll need at least one more vote to swing the majority."

Chishiya looked at you. A rare flicker of uncertainty passed through his expression. "What if we're wrong?"

You didn't hesitate.

"We're not."

He smiled. Just a little. Then turned to the others.

"You're all too busy panicking," he said, his voice cutting through the noise. "You missed the only actual tell."

Then he pointed at the woman.

The votes followed.

She screamed. Denied it. Begged.

The screen flashed red.

TRAITOR IDENTIFIED. GAME CLEAR.

The door to the arena hissed shut behind the others. Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute.

You didn't move. Neither did he.

The digital clock on the wall blinked back zeroes. You watched it for a moment, eyes unfocused, as if the weight of the aftermath had only now begun to register. Not fear — just the gravity of the choices you made.

Chishiya stood to your left, arms still crossed, but there was no smugness, no satisfaction in his posture. Just that same unreadable calm. Like the sea before a storm.

"You hate relying on people," he said, voice quiet in the echoing space.

You tilted your head toward him. "So do you."

A small breath escaped him. Not a laugh, exactly — more like the exhale of someone surprised by how unsurprising something feels.

"But we didn't lose," he said.

"No," you agreed, stepping slowly into the center of the room. "We didn't."

Your eyes trailed the lines in the floor, where earlier you'd stood with half the group ready to turn on you. People break fast in games like this. You understood why. But it still left a taste in your mouth you couldn't quite name.

He followed, hands slipping into the pockets of his hoodie.

"We won easily," he added after a pause, as though testing the shape of that truth.

You stopped, turning to face him fully now. "Not easily. Efficiently."

He gave a soft shrug. "With everyone else flailing in panic, I'd call it easy."

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying we make a good team?"

Chishiya didn't answer immediately. He looked at you, and this time the gaze lingered — not with calculation, but something deeper. Curiosity. Understanding. The faintest trace of something warmer.

"Better than good," he said. "Strategically, you're the only one I can work with who doesn't slow me down."

Your lips curled slightly. "High praise. Coming from you."

He gave you a glance, dry but not unkind. "Don't let it go to your head."

You turned your attention to the dim hallway ahead, the path back to the Beach. The false security. The chaos waiting in the next game.

"You want to keep working together," you said, more a conclusion than a question.

"Yes," he answered. No hesitation. "Until we get out of this world."

You were silent for a moment. Then, you asked — quieter — "And after?"

Chishiya looked at you. Really looked at you.

And for once, his answer wasn't immediate. His eyes searched yours, as if weighing something unspoken. You wondered what he saw: a mirror of his own isolation, or something that cracked through the cold logic you both wrapped yourselves in like armor.

"Maybe," he said finally. Simple. Honest.

Not a promise. But possibility.

You let the silence stretch between you again — not uncomfortable, just full.

Then, finally, you turned toward the exit. He walked beside you, footsteps syncing in a rhythm neither of you acknowledged but somehow matched anyway.

Two minds. Sharp. Calculating. Unrelenting.

But now—aligned.

And beneath all that logic, beneath the masks of detachment you both wore so well, something else had started to take root.

Not trust, exactly.

But the beginning of it.

And perhaps, someday, more.

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jenscx · 7 months ago

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[46] DAYLIGHT — comic con dupe

“yena, are you sure this is the correct place?” you ask, eyeing the run down building skeptically. the land surrounding it was almost barren and you would have assumed it to be abandoned if not for the steady stream of people entering.

the girl merely brushes you off and pulls you through the doors, minju and sakura following closely behind. after being checked by security, the doors slide open, and the room is filled with chatter and conversation. your eyes wander past the various booths, set up with merchandise and games alike. at the centre of it all, there was an elaborate stage set up.

“woah,” minju stares in awe, “i thought this was a youtuber event?”

you snap your head backwards, frowning, “youtuber? this is an event for youtubers?”

yena winces but she barely manages to hide it behind the gleeful smile on her face. whipping out her camera, she pushes it into sakura’s hands, who has become well-accustomed as yena’s cameraman.

“hi chat! this is kind of impromptu and i’ve kept it a secret since i want to surprise everyone. currently we are at a convention for youtubers and i’m here with y/n, kkura unnie and minju!” she waves at the camera as viewers start to pile in. you can only groan, knowing that yena had set you up. a convention for youtubers? why did they bring you here? for fun? or did they want you to meet someone?

the smirks plastered across your friends’ faces only prove your hypothesis correct. yet, they didn’t know you were already planning on talking to jimin. the thought of seeing her again made your heart hammer against your chest out of anxiety. there was zero reason for her to keep trying to win you over, especially when you could tell she was fed up. lost in your thoughts, yena

“y/n,” she nudges you, “say something to chat!”

you reluctantly wave while minju puts two thumbs up.

“anyway! we’ll be walking around now,” yena grins, looping her arm through yours so that you couldn’t escape. you can’t believe that somehow, your friends with a combined iq of a hundred, managed to trick you so easily.

as minju and sakura fawn over the merch, you pince yena’s waist. “if i see hyewon, i’m getting the fuck out of here.”

the girl, understandably, stiffens before nodding fervently, “yes ma’am.”

little did you know, jimin was currently fawning over the pokemon merch booth, posing with the plushies while chaewon takes photos for her.

“do you think they’ll let fans in?” yunjin asks nervously, glancing at the crowd outside.

“jimin! don’t do that to charmander!” chaewon shrieks as the influencer opens her mouth to engulf the pokemon in a faux bite. minjeong can only stare wistfully, thinking about the impending demise of jimin when she finally sees you again.

yena had instructed her to bring jimin to the stage, forcing her to conduct an interview, which minjeong could do. she just didn’t know how to pull the older girl away without yunjin or chaewon becoming suspicious. eyeing the nearby booths, minjeong spots a long queue for corndogs.

“hey, can you guys go get us some?” she points at the stall. just as jimin is about to offer to go, minjeong tugs at her sleeve, pouting and putting on her best puppy eyes.

“uhm, girl. let me go?”

“unnie, i need you to stay here with me.”

jimin tilts her head, confused but at minjeong’s insistence, sends yunjin and chaewon off. the moment that they’re alone, minjeong loses her facade and looks around frantically. there’s a few people she recognises, but none of them look eerily similar to her girlfriend. except for a rather prominent black haired figure, currently headed towards her.

“jimin, let’s go over there!” minjeong yanks the older girl away with a yelp.

“wha—”

“hey guys!” she calls out loudly, attracting the attention of the girls. jimin gasps just as the group turns around. minjeong already expects a scolding when they go home but right now, all she can think about is minju’s praise. minjeong grins, pushing jimin slightly to you.

your throat clenches up at the sight of the influencer so close in your proximity. yena’s wide smile only serves as a distinct hint that she was the cause of all this. you try to hide your surprise, already regretting accepting their invitation to come to this convention in the first place. the moment minju suggested the idea, you should have shut it down immediately. not to mention she said minjeong was asking! holy shit. you scowl as jimin reluctantly introduces herself to your friends.

“what are you doing here?” you hiss when minjeong greets everyone. jimin rolls her eyes, a smug smile on her face, “before you say anything, i didn’t know you were coming either. guess it was fate.”

“girl, shut up.”

“where’s your other friends?” yena asks, winking. you groan, feeling stupid to have fallen for such an obvious trap. minjeong points to the approaching duo, arguing about something.

“uhm, since when did y’all get here?” yunjin asks. sakura turns the camera, “say hi to yena’s chat.”

“oh. hi?”

you can already imagine the chat going crazy. this would definitely be on your timeline tomorrow.

“anyway, you guys don’t have to know how we met,” yena loops her arm through yunjin’s with familiarity, despite having met her for the first time. you envy the girl’s confidence as she drags the tallest away, prancing around. you can sense some tension between minju and chaewon that disperses quickly with minjeong’s help. while sakura follows yena closely, you’re left alone with jimin, who frankly speaking, looks too proud.

“so our friends planned this?” she breaks the silence.

you nod, “i guess. i’m gonna beat yena up.”

“aw, why?” jimin pouts. fighting the urge to smack her, you distract yourself by focusing on the charmander plush in her hands, “where’d you get that?”

jimin raises it boastfully, “this is my son. i adopted him five minutes ago.”

eyeing the girl weirdly, you choose to remain silent.

“he can be your son too—”

“oh my god, shut the fuck up.”

“our son is listening! watch your language!” you can’t stop the bewildered laugh from escaping your lips at jimin’s words. her eyes light up with amusement as she holds her stupid orange lizard.

in the midst of your laughter, you fail to notice someone approaching you from behind. footsteps thud against the convention’s floor and jimin tenses up, her grip tightening against the plush.

“y/n? park y/n?”

no way. that voice…

your head whirls just as jimin moves forward, nearly shielding your entire vision with her hair. tensing up, you move back, instinctively hiding behind jimin’s taller figure. you catch a glimpse of the brunette, vlog camera in hand. of course she was still recording content.

“don’t talk to her,” jimin states firmly. you would have laughed for how ridiculous she looked; shooting glares while hugging a silly charmander plushie in her arms.

“it-it’s okay,” you shove jimin’s arm away to reveal the girl that you’ve avoided ever since the breakup.

hyewon frowns, crossing her arms, “can i talk to you privately?”

you don’t know if she’s unaware of jimin’s stance, or she merely chose to ignore the other girl’s presence. surprise overtakes you as jimin nearly lunges at hyewon, sneering, “she’s not going to talk to you. ever.”

“jimin—”

“are you her mother? she can make her own decisions.”

you hate how they’re speaking as if you aren’t in the conversation at all. a poor choice of yours for liking older women, you think. maybe now wasn’t the time to reflect on your love life. you still had two women glaring at each other, almost killing each other with their stares.

“jimin, just wait here, okay? i’ll talk to hyewon unnie.”

jimin’s gaze narrows into slits as she turns her head back, “you call her unnie? you don’t even call me unnie.”

huffing, you shove at her shoulder to walk away with hyewon. dealing with one ex was enough, you didn’t have time or energy to deal with another. not that she was fully considered an ex.

you can hear hyewon’s footsteps slowly following behind. after walking a few metres, you reach a secluded corner, away from any windows with peering fans. you couldn’t risk the chance of someone potentially eavesdropping on your conversation with kang hyewon out of all people.

her sudden appearance had nearly thrown you back into a whirlwind of the past. you hadn’t expected hyewon to be here, but maybe with your recent experiences, you should have anticpated the worst to come.

“why are you here?” you start asking. simple and easy. there wasn’t a need to get into the past.

hyewon sighs sheepishly, “filming for my channel.”

you resist scoffing. of course it was for her channel. what else? you should have seen it coming.

“are you dating karina now?” she asks.

“i don’t think it’s any of your business,” you reply back coolly. hyewon smiles weakly, “she seemed a little defensive back there. she’s still glaring at me now. i’m just curious.”

you can feel jimin’s gaze burning into the back of your head.

“she’s a… friend.”

“i see,” she hums, “how have you been?” you wince at the awkwardness, already dreading such a conversation starter, “i’m fine.”

“yeah? that’s good. especially after…” the words go unsaid. hyewon’s smile fades, “ahem. anyway, do you think we can get coffee later?”

“sorry. i’m already getting coffee with jimin,” you easily answer. never have you been more grateful for the influencer than now. hyewon’s face falls before she nods, “okay.”

you gesture back at jimin, who’s still waiting at the same spot like a kid, “it was nice catching up with you. i have to go now.”

hyewon’s hand reaches out to stop you, “have you moved on?” your eyes flit to her grip, breath hitching as you take in her question.

“have you moved on from me?” she repeats.

your head flicks up in surprise, “why are you asking?”

she shakes her head, “i just wanted to know how you’re feeling now. despite spending so long with you, i can’t tell what you’re thinking but i hope you’re happy now. happier than you were with me.”

you remain mum, allowing hyewon to continue, “i know i hurt you. i’m sorry for how i ended things. it wasn’t right for me to betray you like that. i don’t think you’ll forgive me but i just want you to know that i still care for you, so don’t hesitate to text me. my number hasn’t changed.”

some hidden part of you, stowed away in the furthest corner of your heart, longs for hyewon’s acknowledgement and attention. the young girl who would do anything to have her back. you can’t deny the feeling of liberation that comes rushing in.

“i want to forgive you, but there’s nothing to forgive anymore.” even if you did forgive her, there was nothing left of your relationship. just a distant memory that you held close to your heart.

“i cared for you. i really did but you threw it all away. i’m not upset anymore but i don’t think we should ever meet again.”

hyewon reluctantly nods.

“see you around,” she says with a tone of finality before walking off. your heart stutters in your chest despite the weight being lifted off your shoulders. resounding footsteps reach your ears as jimin scurries up behind you, “what did she say?! did she say something mean?”

you don’t bother turning around.

“she asked if i’m over her,” you reply, somewhat awestruck.

“are— are you?” jimin asks hesitantly.

you can’t believe jimin’s asking such a silly question.

“let’s go now,” you order. you need to talk to her.

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awkwardandeccentric · 1 year ago

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I love the idea of Blitz, Stolas, Angel Dust, and Husk all meeting, but it’s even funnier because Stolas and Husk are more similar and Angel and Blits are more similar.

Stolas and Husk are both functional, depressed alcoholics. They both are too old for your nonsense. They both enjoy the performance arts, particularly, ahem, classier than what Hell usually has to offer. They’re both subdued and introverted. Both are very smart, Husk emotionally and Stolas intellectually. They would have a lovely conversation over jazz music in the human world with a whiskey neat and a questionable amount of absinthe.

If Blitz and Angel Dust ever meet…oh god. No one is safe. No one. Run for the hills, because the unhinged chaos duo is coming and they don’t take prisoners. The “Blitz is a jealous freak” crowd was right- we’ve seen him literally growl like a possessive dog over a “bird-stealing cockbag” and I imagine Angel would be just as unhinged, if not even more so, if he thought someone was coming into Husk.

I want to see Blitz get so upset at this cat-griffin thing for being able to sit down and have a conversation about books he and Stolas have both read or black-and-white films they enjoy (‘how dare that stupid fucking pussy with wings think he’s smarter than me’) and I want Angel to lose his shit over a tall, skinny submissive with an accent speaking with Husk about jazz music and fancy cocktails (how dare that pompous fucking bird think he’s sexier than me’)

Meanwhile, Husk and Stolas have, like, zero sexual or romantic interest in each other and are just happy they can info dump about their interests to someone who won’t make it weird. Bonus points if Blitz and Angel get mad at each other for insulting their respective crushes.

“Who does that motherfucking pussy think he is?! He looks like he shot out of a blender and talks like he has a refrigerator level IQ! He can’t hold a conversation about anything that isn’t goddamn magic tricks or how much he likes cheap booze!”

“Excuse me?! Your lanky fucking bird is LUCKY to be talking to someone as smart and sweet and sexy as Husk! Your bird brain of a man can’t string a normal sentence together because he’s too busy showing off! By the way, that slutty romper?! Ugly as sin!”

Meanwhile, Stolas and Husk are both deeply confused and a weird combination of insulted and turned on.

#stolas #blitzø #stoliz #stolitz #husk #angel dust #huskerdust #I said I was taking a break from the helluva boss fandom #not the Hazbin hotel fandom #you guys are chill

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scientia-rex · 1 year ago

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Seems unfair that I’ve been telling Machiavelli Dad stories for literal years and people still accused me of making him up. I ASSURE you I could not possibly create this man in fiction. He has an IQ in the 150s. He cares about IQ, so you know he’s a dick. He grew up in abject rural poverty and clawed his way through an associate’s degree in electrical engineering that no one wanted him to or thought he could get. He showed up to the final of one class drunk off his ass because his professor had said at the beginning, jokingly, that if anyone got their electrician’s license before the end of the class, they would have an automatic A, and of course he did. He met my mom when he parked in her spot at their apartment complex that did not, let me assure you, have assigned spots and she yelled at him. He read bedtime stories (mostly about trains and how electronics work) to me every night until I was at least like 8. His friend and roommate in that first apartment building tried to kill my mother’s Siamese cat (they owned at least like 6 over time) in a rage by shutting it in a cooler; it was freed in time. He got so mean by the time I was 12 that I remember one day he came home from work when me, my mom, and my sister were standing around the top of the stairs and without saying a word to each other we just scattered; he said, like he was angry-joking, “why is everybody running away?” And I said to him, “we’re scared of you.” I don’t remember what happened next. Dad didn’t beat us, but he’d threaten. He’d take off his belt and snap it as a threat. He once lived with a guy who made his own nitroglycerin as a hobby and threatened to detonate an entire dorm when his girlfriend left him. That friend once accidentally bought two boa constrictors. The reason Dad and I stopped talking was when I texted them that I had cancer and they left me on read. The reason I stopped talking to Dad was that I finally realized the word for what he did to all of us was abuse. He built a swing set in our back yard using two retired telephone poles he got from work. The ropes were so tall you could spin the swing up enough to unwind for like 4 straight minutes with zero effort. He thought about becoming a lineman once and practiced climbing on those swing set telephone poles. Hornets nested in there afterwards.

If I were going to create a fictional father, I would either love him more or love him less.

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bedoballoons · 2 years ago

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~They said something they didn't mean~༺}

A/n: Angsty! Hurtful things said, tons of apologies and crying! No comfort in the end.. Sorry :p

Requests/asks open!!

(Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Alhaitham, Xiao and Scaramouche)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

You could tell Diluc was annoyed, his hands clenched into tight fists and his face red with anger, his eyes had a rage behind them you'd never seen before...and it kinda scared you. You internally contemplated wether it would be better to leave him be or ask if he needed anything...but sadly...you didn't get the chance to decide.

"Are you just going to stare?" His voice held such a hurtful tone and it made you wonder if you'd been standing there longer than you thought..."I-" You tried but he shot you a look that instantly made you go quiet, "Just leave me alone. I don't need you bothering me right now, I deal with that enough already." His words struck you so harshly, it was like you'd just been slapped in the face...tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

It only took him a split second to realize what he said and instantly afterwords he started to apologize, "Oh no...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that. You're not bothersome...I-"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo was busy working away in his lab, writing down the various answers of his experiments and perfecting his craft as per usual. Him being busy though wasn't really anything new to you, usually when he found a particularly interesting answer to something he'd get engrossed in it for a long time and you'd usually have to bring him food cause he's forget to eat, and wrap a blanket around him just in case he got cold.

He always seemed to appreciate the thought in your actions...today however he seemed frustrated with them, when you brought him food he said he wasn't hungry and when you attempted to cover him up with a blanket, he shrugged it off, letting it fall onto the ground. You were just about to leave the lab, let him be since that seemed to be what he wanted...when he snapped at you. "Could you please just get out of my way, I have very important things I'm working on and you're not helping."

You went completely silent at his words...all you had tried to do was take care of him like usual...you hadn't meant to get in the way of anything. You felt your eyes watering and quickly muttered a apology, "I'm sorry...I'll get out of your way."

Albedos head shot up as you spoke, realizing not only what you had just said...but how hurtful his own words had been, guilt instantly filled him as he attempted to stop you from leaving. "Wait no...I didn't mean...you're not in my way. I was just busy and I hadn't realised what I said, I'm so sorry, please dont leave...don't go..."

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Alhaitham was incredibly intelligent, there was zero argument about that and honestly it amazed you, most of the time. Sometimes he'd unintentionally make you feel...like you weren't smart enough and it wasn't like he had tried to on purpose...it was just the way his words had sounded. You have always tried your best to not take it personally...but on a bad day, sometimes it was inevitable.

"Alhaitham? You need anything? Can I help at all?" You asked him, his eyes concentrated on a book about the akademiyas history and his mind deep in thought, to the point you weren't even sure he had heard you, so you asked again. "Alhaithamm? Do you want anything? Is there anyway I can help youuu?" This time you got his attention, his eyes shifting to you with a look of pure annoyance.

"I heard you the first time, I just didn't answer. This isn't something you'd understand, not unless you've doubled your IQ over night...and no I don't need anything." You stepped back, feeling hurt by his words, more than you had in a long time..."I'm sorry...you didn't answer so I thought maybe you hadn't heard me..." You felt so small as you spoke...so stupid...

His eyes narrowed at the sight of your unhappiness, reconsidering what he said but not truly understanding what he had said wrong "My apologies...I've upset you again..."

𑁍༄Xiao:

You knew Xiao would always protect you, honestly it seemed even if you got a paper cut he'd attempt to shred the paper to pieces, making it so it couldn't hurt you again. Obviously, from that alone, he could be a little...over protective. Which wasn't really a bad thing untill he started to worry about hurting you himself, wether it was by his charmic debt or loosing control of his own being, the idea ate at him, to the point it was becoming problematic.

"Xiao calm down, your charmic debt has never really affected me before and I have my full faith in you...you're not going to hurt me. I know that... please you should know that too." You spoke in a soft tone, trying your best to comfort your boyfriend who continued to inch away from you... as if he would hurt you just from being near you. "I want to...I want to know that I'd never hurt you, but I can't. I'm unable to control myself and if anything ever happened to you..because of me, I'd never be able to forgive myself." He was deep in despair and you wanted so badly to comfort him, so you took a step closer.

"Xiao..." You sighed, reaching your hand out to him, but he pulled away, "Don't. Maybe it would be better for you to just...go away." His words knocked the wind out of you, it was like the air had suddenly become unbreathable...he didn't mean that did he? "What..." His eyes met yours and for a split second it was like he wanted to take it back...but he couldn't. "Leave."

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

(I use the nickname Scara here ^-^)

You looked into Scaramouches eyes, your own anger not coming close to the rage he was feeling, but you were used to this, the two of you would argue, with him acting ruder than usual, but you always made up in the end. "Scara just admit you were wrong okay! Once you do, we can end our argument and get back to work!" You already felt tired of yelling, it had barely been two minutes and you wanted so desperately for it to stop.

"I wasn't wrong and I'm still not! Love isn't a real thing, it's a idea people tell themselves is real because they don't want to feel alone!" His words annoyed you, if what the two of you had wasn't love then what was it?? "But you love me! So obviously that's a bold faced lie!" Your heart was racing, what would he say next? If he said the wrong thing...would you two not be able to make up?

"I don't love you, honestly how could I when you're just a mortal and I have the power of a god!" And just like that all your fight left you...he said it...he said he didn't love you and it broke your heart..."I-" You started, but your voice cracked and despite trying to keep strong, tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

Scara watched you intently, wondering if he'd went to far...his face softened and he stepped towards you, "I didn't mean that...", but you didn't want to listen. You looked away from him, moving backwards so he was farther away from you. "Shit....I'm sorry...I love you..I promise I..."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day!*⁠.⁠✧

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elderwisp · 7 months ago

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Icarus: Did you have to set up your pool right next to me?

Winona: I thought the shade here was nice.

Icarus: There’s like five other trees.

Winona: But I like this one.

Icarus: I mean you can at least help me.

Winona: Nah, your project. You do it.

Icarus: Winona-

Winona: Besides, I have a friend coming over, I can’t really do much.

Icarus: Wonderful, let’s have ‘em sit on the plastic wrapped sofas.

Winona: Ah! There she is!

Talia: Cool pool.

Winona: Thanks! I stole from the last place.

Icarus: Christ.

Winona: It won’t be missed. Anyways, come on! I need to change out of this.

Sienna: She a handful?

Icarus: More than usual.

Sienna: It’s that age.

Icarus: [ huffs ] You don’t say.

Sienna: Do you need help?

Icarus: Oh! It’s alright, I can take care of this later. [ thud! ] Shit!

Sienna: Shoveling near your pipes, that’s dangerous.

Icarus: I’m starting to feel like my IQ level is at a zero.

Sienna: [ small laugh ] Or you’re just hard headed.

Icarus: That too.

Sienna: How are you liking it here so far?

Icarus: You ask me that when I just got nuked by water?

Sienna: HAH! Aside from the total annihilation.

Icarus: The people are cool.

Sienna: The community’s amazing! Wait til you meet the whole lot. I couldn’t imagine Talia, Flapjack and I wanting to live elsewhere.

Icarus: I’m sorry, Flap-who?

Sienna: Oh! My horse.

Icarus: OH-UH you’re a horse girl!

Sienna: Wow! Was that an insult?!

Icarus: Listen some of us are fools and some are horse girls, it’s just the way it is.

Sienna: Ah. My bad.

Icarus: Would you like to come inside?

Sienna: Why not?

Icarus: I take care of animals for a living. My practice is about half an hour away but the drive’s not bad.

Sienna: The I-12 has some nice views.

Icarus: And it’s always so empty. I feel like it’s the only time I get to think.

Talia: S’cuse us!

Icarus: So is Talia your… Daughter?

Sienna: Ah, no. Her parents were childhood friends of mine.

Icarus: Oh. I see.

Sienna: Flash flood. I didn’t want to see her end up in the system, so here we are.

Icarus: I’m so sorry to hear that but it’s good she has you.

Sienna: [ clears throat ] Yep. Talia, uh, tells me you and Winona… I feel like I shouldn’t- I’m sorry.

Icarus: It’s… Alright. It was a drunk driver and well, now it’s just us three.

Sienna: You doin’ okay?

Icarus: I guess I haven’t really stopped to ask myself that. I don’t know. Sometimes things feel good. Happy, even.

Sienna: Then you remember.

Icarus: Exactly. So how do you cope?

Sienna: My family, Talia, my friends. I sorta hate admitting how much I rely on them. But it’s good to have people, Icarus. You shouldn’t do it alone.

Icarus: Surround yourself with people. Gotcha. To new friends?

Sienna: To new friends and to not breaking open your pipes.

Icarus: [ snorts ] I wasn't gonna-

Sienna: Sure.

#...you're not gonna listen to that advice aren't ya?#tessellate #tessellate: icarus #tessellate: winona #tessellate: sienna #tw: grief #tw: death mention #ts4 #simblr #show us your story #tw grief #tw death mention

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imaginespazzi · 8 months ago

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Another game down, another step closer to March (it's literally tomorrow guys) and like always, I have thoughts :)

Paige Bueckers: is insane

22 points on 90% NINETY PERCENT, NINE-ZERO PERCENT like y'all I don't think we even realize we're watching a once in a lifetime kind of efficient player. She's just- yeah she's just insane. Not a flash of passive P tonight AND she got to sit for a whole quarter? Yeah, this is HER season and everyone else is just along for the ride.

YEE FUCKING HAW ASH LET'S GO! I was actually a little concerned that first half because a) no one was helping P and b) Ash just looked like she was doing cardio out there but there's no energy like the energy a halftime buzzer beater can inject you. AND THE STEALS! Girlie been working on that defense and you love to see it.

My NFOY had a "quiet" 17 points which speaks to Sarah's maturity and her ability to just get a bucket. And the IQ is just so beyond her years; it's wonderful to see. That 3-ball isn't falling yet but TRUST it's going to and it's gonna be something special.

Ice finally gave me something. I still wanna see more but she was pretty god today. More than anything, I just loved seeing her hustle for those points. She boxed out well, made smarter decisions than usual. I see the progress and she's gonna get there (off the bench), I see the vision

Kaitlyn did what Kaitlyn does. I think we could use a little more from her but I think her presence is really solid. She made some questionable decisions tonight but I do think the Storrs environment which is unlike anything she's used to maybe played a factor.

Speaking of questionable decisions, KK made a fair few of them and reminded me of her freshman self. However, she also reminded me of the really great stuff she did her freshman year with a couple defense and offensive plays.

Jana didn't get as much playing time as I'd have liked her to get but the minutes she did get? Effective as hell and I can't wait for her to geting into the starting-lineup.

Morgan's a SHOOTER. And boy did we need shooting because 3's? Not our thing at all tonight.

Allie wasn't really a factor tonight but she also didn't feel like a burden so you really can't complain because her main job is to go out there, not be a liability, maybe make some things shake so that the starters can get their much needed rest.

Overall I don't think was a particularly great game. The first half was practically a Paige carry-job which is great for the agressive!P agenda but it's USF and I don't love that we were so dependent on her. The third quarter was pretty good (made up for the last one agianst BU) and the fourth quarter showed that we're still learning how to navigate without Paige. Again, its really early and the fact that we won by so much just shows how much talent we have and how high our floor is, which means out ceiling is waaaay higher.

Free. Throws. We don't get as many as we should as it is so please, please, please, make them.

Three point defense needs a fair amount of work.

Caroline is still wearing earplugs and I just wanna give the girl a hug.

Paige and Azzi finally got to sit to next to each other and immediately started yapping as if they don't do that all day?

#uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #wcbb #paige bueckers #ashlynn shade #sarah strong #ice brady #jana el alfy #kaitlyn chen #kk arnold #morgan cheli #allie ziebell #caroline ducharme #azzi fudd #so glad uconn got a dub because i fear i'm about to ruin y'alls nights :)

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wineaunt420 · 7 months ago

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I need to share my opinions about my fav hogwarts legacy Characters because I am bored and just want something to kill the time

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Sebastian: What a charming little guy, his heart is in the right place, that place may be a firey shit stew of his own creation but...atleast he can cook?

Ominis: unwilling participant of a comedy Trio between him, seb and MC. They may as well put Ominis on a stage production of "How many times will I let my best friends disappoint me" starring as the voice of Reason. Bless this boy, he works so hard.

Imelda: At first I thought you were just rude, then I saw that you were just so passionate about your craft. I have a love and respect for her now, she can do no wrong in my eyes

Garreth: I needed more of him and less of him at the same time. More because what an absolute cutie pie. Less because potions class would stress me the fuck out. He walked so Sebastian could run, this ginger biscuit is one surname change from Brewing Illegal Vodka in the Gryffindoor commonroom. Also he is Audhd, I know my people when I see them.

Leander: I love him because he is stupid. He wasn't just dropped as a child, he was pelted. And that's OK, I love him all the same. At first he annoyed me....and then I realised he has the same IQ level as me and that is not alot. Little Autism in him, I love him to bits, bless his little cotton socks.

Amit: the most unproblematic guy, Love this guy. He is just here to do homework and look at stars, and he is all out of homework. Absolutely zero Amit slander in my house, ok?

Now in terms of my favourite Teachers

Sharp: this is my Dad now. If I had a coun for every Miserable old Git I kidnapped to make my father figure, I would be very rich with a concerning amount of Miserable old gits in my house. And he hides that he likes to draw!!! Aesop the man you are.

Fig: Also my dad, sometimes (After he kicked the bucket) I visit his old classroom and I actually find it quite difficult to be in there. I feel physical grief not seeing him in there. My MC misses him so much

Headmaster Black: he is a British head teacher. Only a handful of them out there are actually decent people. He isn't one of them. Although he does have serious Style and I respect him for making tough decisions

Ronen: What a Unit. It's so rare you actually meet a teacher who doesn't hate their Job. There is nothing more to say, This is a top Geezer

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #leander prewett #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #professor sharp #aesop sharp #professor fig #professor black #professor ronen #hogwarts legacy opinions #character opinions

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kielve-napierdalacz · 7 months ago

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Tcc extremaly retarded fangirls like ,,omg I relate to eric h problems SM🥺🥺hes so me!!" No 🆖 ur just another out of many 14yr old girls who wanna get dicked down by eric who thinks shes so special if she says she relates to 🕶️🧥 but no actually you just an low iq individual with zero skill desu with no original thoughts from your peers haha i wish to see you in a society.

#tcc columbine #eric columbine #dylan columbine #columbine 1999 #columbine school shooting #eric and dylan #tccblr #tcc tumblr #teceecee #teeceecee #tc community #tcc fandom #eric 1999 #academy maniacs #smiggles #alyssa bustamante

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Thinking about sex doll Scaramouche the scrapped concept and Wanderer the repurposed Sumeru line, and I bring you Kabukimono the unfinished doll. A ScaraWan model that didn't get all the code written up in him properly or completely. He has the IQ of a roomba. He has no idea what his functions or roles should be, them not being programmed in. He has no concept of how strong he is, oftentimes accidentally grabbing objects and shattering them by accident. His owner/maintenance technician is unsure if the robot even understands that it's a robot, or if it's trying to become a human. Kabukimono showing up with a freshly bleeding heart in his hand beaming like "Am I human now? :D"

tw - implied violence, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, disturbing themes.

ahhhhhfdlsjdkjslsjfdlsk the current wanderer lore is that he was formerly a failed cross-over model between the harbingers and the shogunate line who was then mellowed out and released with sumeru's more academic characters, so i can absolutely believe that in the mess of his development and production, there were a few models made that just,,, weren't finished, for lack of a kinder way to put it. he's got an incomplete backstory with plot holes you could drive a plane through, clothes that don't quite fit with the harbinger's cold-war-chic aesthetic or the shogunate's refined elegance, and most of his functions were made, well, functional. you're told all that up-front when you find a badly mangled model at a warehouse sale, but you don't care. he's got that beat-up alley-cat charm, and as a veteran companion-droid technician, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't bring him home.

he works better than you expect him to, despite everything you've heard. his base programming (things like 'humans need air to breathe and breathing is good' and 'don't burn down the kitchen when asked to pour a glass of water') is in-tact, and he still has his verbal faculties, even if he does still get tripped-up on names every now and then. he spends the first few weeks following you around like a lost puppy, watching you fix up other androids and go about your daily routines with parted lips and wide eyes, but once he settles in, he's more of a housepet than a companion droid, constantly either lingering at your side or sitting at your feet, never farther than across the room. sometimes, he tries to help around your workshop, but he doesn't exactly have the gentle touch you need to deal with something as delicate as androids. you've found him elbow-deep in the wiringof other teyvat droids before, and well he has yet to do any damage you can't repair, you'd rather not catch him staring blankly at a nearly disassembled ayato with oil soaking into the clothes him again.

the only things you're genuinely worried about are his self-awareness protocols. he doesn't seem to understand the difference between androids and humans (despite having watched you take apart and put together more than a few of the former), and some of the phrases he uses just don't align with the lines his more official counterpart would spout when given the same prompt, occasionally referring to a 'mother' or a blacksmith he can't remember the name of. you've tried to correct him, to pull out your decade-old anatomy charts and drill a few haphazard biology lessons into his metal skill, but there's only so much you can do to change the ones and zeroes that make up his consciousness. there's not much you can do, but still, you'll wish you'd done more when he comes back from a routine errand with something red and pulpy cupped in his hands, his eyes bright and a wide smile plastered across his lips - when he asks, in the sweet, oblivious tone you've never been able to hold anything against, if this is all he needs to be human, to be with you permanently.

when it becomes clear that his programming was just a little more faulty than anyone thought to tell you.

#sex doll au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere wanderer #yandere scaramouche

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