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[dr1zzleboy]

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[dr1zzleboy]

Hi, Can I request a Dante (DMC 5) x husband!reader who is calm, melodramatic, sensitive and gentle, and wears feminine kimonos ? The others think he can't defend himself against demons, but he actually knows how to fight and if you don’t mind, I’d love it if he fought using a fan. Sorry for asking so many things, I hope it’s not a problem. Buenas noches 🌸🌷

Hi Anon! Thank you for making this request, I love it! (The more detail, the better the story!). Anyway, I hope you like it!

Advertisement! My first language is not English, so there may be grammatical errors! Maybe a little bit ooc(?)

Dante DMC 5x Husband!reader

Dante and you met at a pizzeria at night, very romantic, he had gone to recharge his batteries and clear his mind after hard work, and you, you just wanted to eat something and the only thing that was open was that pizzeria.

You had caught the half-demon's attention; your calm and gentle way of interacting with others had mesmerized him. You were like him, but much more serene and not as sarcastic. So obviously he was going to try to get your attention, in his own way obviously.

"Hey, I think I put too much sauce on my pizza because it's too hot, just like you." The silver hair said followed by a wink.

And you could only laugh and cover your mouth as you felt your face blush. And at that moment Dante knew he had to take your hand in marriage.

Something that happened after a lot of jokes, silly flirting, and spontaneous but romantic dates. The two of you got to know each other better, and it seemed like Sparda's son had won the lottery when he discovered that you also enjoyed hunting demons, with a style as unique and graceful as yours. Winning your heart and soon proposing to you when he invite you on a "routine" mission, it would actually be a surprise.

You thought you were done with the mission until a horde of demons appeared. Dante eliminating the horde with the Stylish Rank SSS, not wanting to arruin his surprise, and of course not wanting you to get hurt. Until he stopped in the middle of the fight to take out a ring (hidden among the Ebony & Ivory bullets), and say:

"Hey, killing demons is fun, but doing it with you is on another level.... Wanna be my hunting partner... forever?" When he finished a demon interrupted, but you killed the demon without hesitation with one of your fans and you looked at him only to nod and repeat yes over and over again and then he put the ring on your finger.

And from that night on, you began to work more together, spending more time together, although sometimes it got complicated when he had very risky hunts and didn't want his husband to get hurt. Sometimes you argued and it was complicated because you were... Melodramatic, although he liked it and he tease you afterwards.

"But then if you leave I'll be left alone and I don't know what I'll do and I'll probably die of sadness and loneliness!" The older mocked again as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to make you laugh.

"Even though I care about you and you make fun of me... What would have happened if I had really died? Huh? I'm quite capable of defeating demons, but I still have a soft heart." You said offended and crossed your arms, turning your face away from him.

"Then I would do everything possible to get you back with me and apologize for doubting you." He whispered into your shoulder and nuzzling your neck with his nose, his beard tickling you.

Sometimes his flattery and flirting worked, but other times not so much and it could only be solved by going out together, letting you teasing him too, letting you hunt by yourself (Although sometimes he would stay at the entrance of the office to greet you instantly and totally concerned.) or in a long stress-relieving session. (If you know what I mean ;D)

Dante always loved it when you showed others that you were not only a lovely person and had a pretty face, but also a hunter and expert with a fan. Always with graceful movements, showing it as a simple and flirtatious thing if you wanted to.

I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted, I can change it or modify it, also make it more like a story although it would have to be a series, but I would gladly do it! ^^

[dr1zzleboy]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。YEARS LATER — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy au!)

contents. you and your rich husband, sitting and eating sushi years later on your wedding day. the end of one chapter, but the start of a new one. enjoy your happy rich boy gojo ending. with love, tee bee <3

satoru’s eyes are pretty when the sun sets, almost green instead of that usual icy blue—you can’t help but stare. it’s shamelessly, even. you watch as he brings the sushi to his lips, pausing just before he can take the bite as he notices your eyes on him.

“if you’re so busy staring at me, you might not notice it when your food is gone,” he hums, grinning cheekily at you.

you snort, rolling your eyes as you shake your head. “oh yeah? then i’ll just make you buy me more.”

“first day and you’re already admitting to marrying me for my wallet?”

you laugh—it’s a free, bright sound that he has memorized from plenty of experience. and it’s his turn to stare as the sun settles in the crinkles by your eyes, years and years of laughter and smiles evident in the lines of your skin. beautiful, he think, you’ve always been so, so painfully beautiful.

your wedding dress is expensive. a pretty, flattering little thing. you buy it yourself, despite his protests. some years ago, you’d have stared wistfully at the price tag and considered the purchase in another life. you’ve come a long way since then—satoru is proud. so proud, he feels an ache building in his chest from the way things have changed as time crept past the two of you.

not a bad ache, perhaps. a dull throb of nostalgia that settles under his heart, in that spot he has saved just for you.

“i don’t need your wallet, you idiot,” you grin, reaching over with your chopsticks to steal from his roll. he lets you, just like he always used to when you were younger.

satoru thinks now, if he could, he’d love to pat his younger self on the back. the version of himself that used to watch you walk out of class without sparing him a glance, the version of himself that ached so badly for a chance with you, he’d collect stars from the sky to trade for an ounce of your love. he’d tell his younger self that he made it—that he’s sitting here, years later with his grandmother’s ring on your hand, eating sushi go after your wedding.

for old times sake, you’d told him when you asked to stop by, we always celebrated with sushi go when we were younger, remember?

as if he’d forget, he wanted to laugh. but he drives over anyway, parking the car in the same old spot as he used to. this time, there’s newly wed! written on the back of the window—and the words miraculously enough crossed out underneath. (he thinks that’s courtesy of shoko, but she doesn’t fess up, and suguru insists it doesn’t matter. soon enough, he’ll get to the bottom of it.)

“are you sure?” he hums, “you’ll have a lot of fun with it, i promise.”

“i think i’d rather have fun with you,” you hum, giving him a small wink as you take a sip from your soda, making his lips curl into a wide grin.

“oh, isn’t that sweet,” he drawls, “i’m a lucky guy.”

“maybe if you’re on your best behavior, you’ll get extra lucky later tonight.”

“yeah?” he chuckles, folding his hands as he sits up straighter and nods seriously, “i’m a good boy.”

“you’re anything but that, toru,” you snort. and then you soften, staring at him as you reach over and grab his hand. he lets you, lacing his fingers with yours as your thumb brushes over his knuckles.

years and years worth of love resides in between your skin. the first time your hands touched him, you didn’t want him the way he needed you to. then one day, they touched him hesitantly, carefully, slowly exploring him with cautious gentleness. eventually they touched him like he was the world pressed in your palms, heavy with the weight of being your everything.

he likes being yours. more than he likes you being his—he’s always had more than enough. but there’s something about giving himself that feels better than taking, better than wanting, better than having.

satoru has always loved you. he thinks the first day you glared at him, he was doomed from the start. he thinks right now, as you stare at him with fondness, he’s even more doomed now.

he doesn’t mind it, not even a little.

“hey,” he murmurs, making you raise a brow for him to continue, “i’m your husband now.”

“i know,” you nod in amusement, “we just got married…like two hours ago. i didn’t forget that quickly.”

“good,” he wipes his forehead in faux relief, “i was getting worried for a second.”

“you’re too much,” you roll your eyes, squeezing his hand delicately.

“now that we’re officially married,” he starts, grinning cheekily as he bats his lashes, “we should list all the things we love about each other. in alphabetic order. you go first, of course.”

“i don’t have to alphabetize it.”

“why? you numbered it or something? is it organized by importance? i’ll accept that too, i suppose.”

“well, there’s only one thing,” you tease.

he huffs, grumbling a petulant, “so mean. all these years and you can only think of one thing? can’t you be a little nice to me in our wedding day?”

“i’ve worked smarter, not harder,” you shrug, “i’ve condensed all my reasons down to one thing.”

“and what would that be?” he pouts.

“everything.”

“that’s cheesy,” he snorts, but there’s a flush on his cheeks that makes you grin, snickering as you lean over and poke at his cheek.

“you’ll just have to deal with it. you’re my husband, after all.”

“did you ever think about it? when we were kids?” he asks softly, staring off at a young couple in the distance with a tiny grin. the boy pulls out the chair for the girl, pushing her in and tripping slightly on his way to his own seat. satoru chuckles softly at the sight.

“think about what?”

“us,” he mumbles, “getting married some day. before we got serious, at least.”

“i don’t know,” you admit, “i didn’t even think i’d date you, to be fair.”

“you hated me,” he pretends to sniffle, “you wanted me dead. you wanted me to blow up into smithereens and leave my poor mother a grieving mess, didn’t you?”

“maybe not then, but i might now,” you sigh tiredly.

“well, i knew i was going to marry you since the first time you insulted me,” he nods proudly, earning a loud chuckle from you.

“you were a little freak back in the day,” you laugh, “i believe it. only you’d be romanced by degradation.”

“baby,” he huffs, glaring at you (his eyes are soft, playful, even. so sweetly affectionate, your teeth could rot), “you should appreciate a man seeing the best at you. even when you put him through the ringer.”

he almost regrets saying it when your hand pulls away from his, but then one by one, your palms reach over to cradle his cheeks, brushing a thumb along his soft, familiar skin as you stare at him like he’s the only thing that matters.

he is, you make him believe. he’s the only thing that matters. the center of your universe. he fought tooth and nail to get there, of course, but he has no intentions of leaving.

ever.

“i will always appreciate you,” you say softly, eyes watering as you swallow thickly, chuckling when a small tear slips from your eyes. “thank you for loving me, satoru. even when it was hard. even when you had to fight to do it. no one has loved me like that.”

“aw don’t start with the waterworks now,” he mutters, looking away and blinking suspiciously enough that you suspect his own eyes are just as teary, “we can’t have you crying for me already—that’s for later.”

“never any decorum with you,” you huff out a breathless laugh.

his thumb reaches over to swipe at your tear, pinching your cheek affectionately as he grins. it’s toothy, boyish, hopelessly and completely in love. even back then, and even right now. he’s always so in love. it’s you—always, from the day you first rejected him to the day you said yes when he got in one knee, it’s been you.

“thanks for loving me too, sweetheart,” he whispers, his own voice choking a bit as he swallows, “it can’t be easy. i’m a handful.”

“at least you’re self aware,” you snicker.

satoru beams—and he’s yours. your rich, spoiled, beautiful boy. all yours to love for the rest of your rich, spoiled, beautiful days.

i cried writing this. what a man he is truly

[dr1zzleboy]

New art and a little headcanon.

So, in canon Jacob: ♡ slightly under the average stature (5`6 or 168 cm) ♡ in very good physical fit, has many muscles ♡ he has a lot of body hair, although he is naturally blond ♡ slouches a lot ♡ has a soft tummy ♡ has really good man boobs

In my headcanon, Jacob is clearly an endomorph who easily gains weight and muscle.

[dr1zzleboy]

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WRITE LIST

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Español: Lista de fandoms para los que escribo junto con sus personajes

English: List of the fandoms for those who I write along with their characters

TWD (The Walking Death)

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Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Shane Walsh

Maggie Greene

Carol Peletier

Michonne

Rosita Espinosa

Etc.

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Star Wars

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Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

Din Djarin/ The Mandalorian

Ben Solo/ Kylo Ren

Padmé Amidala

Leia Organa

Ahsoka Tano

Rey

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South Park

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Team Stan

Stan Marsh

Kyle Brofovski

Kenny McCormick

Eric Cartman

Butters Stotch

Team Craig

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Token Black

Jimmy Valmer

And more.

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JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen)

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Gojo Satoru

Suguru Getō

Kento Nanami

Ryōmen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Megumi Fushiguro

Yuji Itadori

Nobara Kugisaki

Shoko Ieiri

Maki Zenin

Etc.

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CODW (Call of Duty Warzone)

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" MacTavish

König

Kim Hong-jin (Horangi)

Keegan P. Russ

Alejandro Vargas

John Price

Valeria Garza

Etc.

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Resident Evil

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Leon S. Kennedy

Luis Serra

Carlos Oliveira

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Ada Wong

Jill Valentine

Sheva Alomar

Claire Redfield

Ashley Graham

Karl Heisenberg

Etc.

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DMC (Devil May Cry)

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Dante Sparda

Vergil

V

Nero

Lady

Etc.

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Arcane

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Jinx/Powder

Vi/Violet

Mel Medarda

Caitlyn Kiramman

Viktor

Ekko

Jayce

Finn

Silco

Vander

Sevika

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Streamers

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LATAM

Roier

Spreen

Quackity

Cellbit

Pac

Missasinfonia

ElMariana

Rodri Carreraaa

Robleis

Etc.

ENGLISH

Foolish

Philza

Fit

Slimecicle

Fundy

Markiplier

EUROPE

ElRubius

Vegetta777

Etoiles

Luzu

Jagger

Baghera Jones

Etc.

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And a lot more of fandoms and characters, but I'm going to leave it here or it would be a very long post ^^'

Y muchos fandoms y personajes más, pero hasta aquí lo voy a dejar porque si no sería un post muy largo ^^'

Any doubt or question, send dm o/

Cualquier duda o pregunta manda mensaje o/

[dr1zzleboy]

Y bueno...

I miss my cubito qRoier, "Piel Canela" is one of my favorite songs in life, I remembered when Roier sang this version on stream and this is the result of all that

Song: Piel canela - Cuco

[dr1zzleboy]

Español:Hola! Últimamente he estado pensando en publicar historias o pequeños headcanons(?) De male reader x personajes. Pues últimamente he estado viendo que no hay tantos (al menos de los fandoms que yo he visto)

English:Hello! Lately I've been thinking about publishing stories or small headcanons(?) of male reader x characters. Well, lately I've been seeing that there aren't that many (at least not in the fandoms I've seen).

Próximamente haré una write list

I will make a write list soon

(sorry if my English is too bad, I'm using a little bit the translator :'l)

[dr1zzleboy]

Esta hemosooooo :D muero con el atardecer y ellos tres QQ

Doodles del directito de ayer :]

[dr1zzleboy]

hi! sorry if i’m requesting too much lmao i just really like your writing :)

may i request one where the reader used to struggle with s/h and the other cc!s know abt it but on stream their sleeve slides down and they get called an attention seeker or something like that on twitter and they relapse?

( no need to write it if it makes you uncomfortable <3)

- 💌 anon

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PAIRING: mcyt x reader [non-romantic]

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dream and quackity.

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DESCRIPTION: when the reader's sleeve slides down, showing their s/h scars, twitter goes wild with derogatory name-calling.

AUTHORS NOTE: i'm alright with writing this, don't you worry. <3 also i have no idea wth possessed me to write straight poetry, but i did. it was a TLOU soundtrack and rain that did it for me. also, thanks for sending in another ask, always lovely to see you! :]

ººº INVOLVES SELF-HARM AND DESCRIPTION, DON'T INTERACT IF EASILY TRIGGERED TO THIS TOPIC, THANK YOU!

It all happened so fast that you didn't comprehend it that much.

You were live not too long ago, hell, it had hardly been 24 hours. Your sweater sleeve had slipped down your arm, self-harm scars obvious to your camera. The impression that you could have been an 'attention seeker,' was the fact that you had reached up to adjust your mic..the fact that your scars could show was completely absent to your mind.

Your Twitter was a ticking bomb, notifications at your beck and call with mockery.

...

Dream:

The moon was still kissing the earth amid dawn with the sun scarcely rising. The breeze seemed heavier this morning, a duller aftertaste in the wind as Dream woke to the sound of his phone notifying for the fourth time that night. The man groaned before grabbing his phone, Twitter was labeled on his home screen…but before he could turn on Do Not Disturb, he saw your name in one of the posts.

He felt his heart drop with a mock here and there, talking about your scars.

Almost immediately, Dream had launched out of his bed, quick to splash his face to wake himself up and retreating to his living room. Now, of course, you weren’t there, and that’s what scared him most. With how fast Dream had opened Twitter, he had nearly dropped his phone, catching it while he scrolled through the current page.

It disgusted him how people could be so crude. Calling them an attention-seeker or attention-starved..a fake. His eyebrows furrowed before getting a text from you.

y/n: idk how it happened dream im scared

His heart dropped before he pressed the call button, and just as he stood up, it was declined. Dream shook his head. “No, no-no.”

y/n: don’t come over here

dream: pls pick up

y/n: no i can’t just go back to bed.

dream: y/n. accept my call.

…

And with that, a little time passed. You were in your bathroom, blood dripping from the sink to the drain, blade laid idle in the pool of it all. Vision hazy and lights way too bright, you were gripping the sides of the bathroom table with your eyes closed shut. It was too much, you had finally stopped, why now? Why now had you kept going? You were finally fucking clean.

As you dropped your head down to look at your feet, eyes blurred from the tears that gathered..you had completely forgot about Dream, and yet there was a knock at the door. Your heart leaped as you stared at the bathroom handle, your heart was racing; you became lightheaded and rushed with fever. He wasn’t supposed to be here. You’re not supposed to be here.

There was a click at the door, making you trip over your own feet and stumble, your hands finding the bathtub as you slid down it. Don’t come in. “Don’t come in!” You exclaimed, rushing to your knees as you crawled over to the door and locked it, dropping your head on the marble floor. You just…cried. And cried, and cried.

Footsteps owned by Dream became closer, yet softer. It was almost like you could hear him shaking, biting his lip as he tried to conceal himself.

“Y/n,” He muttered, knowing what had happened. He knew, and he knew you way too well and it killed you to have him know this. “Please let me in…let me help you.” Dream said softly, his voice not traveling too far from beyond the door, yet you could hear every syllable. You choked out a sob, gripping your hair before you looked up at the door handle. Slowly, you reached for it. Closer and closer until your mind subconsciously unlocked it, it scared you to your bones as you shivered…what if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if you scare him off?

But you knew he wasn’t like that.

When Dream slowly entered the room, his eyes caught sight of the bloody sink. As his heart sank, he hoped you hadn't done it, but the image before him disproved his hopes. Dream could hear your cries, opening the door to its full extent as he looked at your arms, he swallowed as he dropped to his knees. His hands explored the inside of your sink drawers, in the hopes of finding some bandage or a rag, and he was lucky to find bandage wraps. Dream stood up, looking at you. “I’ll be back,” He said, out of breath. You could hardly hear him as he rushed out of the bathroom and into your kitchen. You could hear the rustle and collateral of your kitchen drawers, that was until he came rushing, in front of you again. His hands gently put the wet rag to your cuts, dabbing them so they wouldn’t hurt you as much as it was now. You bit your lip as the pain spread through the entirety of your arms, leaning your head against Dream’s shoulder. It hurt him to see you like this, fuck, it hurt him too badly. He hated social media and its horrible side of it, the way people found it so easy to bring someone down so fast, he loathed everyone who took part in it. “Shh, I know, I know.” He whispered, eyebrows knitted together in worry.

You sat at your bed, Dream had just finished cleaning up the bathroom and he was now sitting beside you, giving you space.

He knew you didn’t want to talk about it, he knew you were embarrassed…but he wasn’t. Dream wanted to be there for you, he needed to. He cared all too much, and the man hated seeing you in this state again. The things he’d do so you wouldn’t have relapsed, the pain he wished he could have stopped. “They don’t know you,” He muttered, making you look over at him with baby e/c eyes. Dream continued to look at the wet rag laced with cleaning products in his hands. “They don’t understand what you go through, they have no right to talk like that. You’re worth more than Twitter fucking puts out.” Dream continued to talk, and as he did so, tears formed in your eyes as you bit your lip; chest rising and falling while you felt an overwhelming emotion. Comfort.

You wrapped your arms around the man, hugging him tightly as Dream jumped, not expecting it. He swallowed as he slowly returned the hug, giving a sad smile.

“You’re gonna be okay. I’m not leaving.”

Quackity:

In all the ways that this could have turned out, it happened while Alex was streaming. The light gently hit his face as the man laughed, playing Minecraft as donations were sent through…but one had caught his eye.

‘y/n has had some bad tweets abt them u should check it out ,,, sorry to bring it up, but we all know how close u r to them and we’re super worried… sooo’

Quackity listened, ears pricking up as he heard your name. What about you? Were you okay? Quackity couldn’t help but worry, turning off his face-cam and keeping the chat with a black frame that said, BRB.

He quickly searched Twitter, typing up your name as he was greeted with a post that called you names and derogatory calls. His eyes glanced over the constant name-calling, his heart racing with anger as he tapped his foot, inpatient, as he gripped his mouse tightly.

The man cleared his throat. “The stream will be ending, sorry for the short notice guys. Thanks for joining, I’ll see through to this.” He ended the stream with a quick click of the button, and with that, he fell back in his chair. His hand was at his lips as he continued to tap his foot. He was so god damn angry, how did they not see how much you had fought? Kept clean? Only for the fuckers to bring it up again? Quackity rubbed his eyes as his eyes before he stood from his chair, rushing over to your room; wondering where you were at.

You were quiet, your phone on the other side of the room as you gripped your sides, hugging yourself as a rush of panic coursed through you. You had found the posts, you found the threads, you saw it all. Whether people were defending you or not, it was too much. You were clean, wasn’t that enough? Could it just be good enough left alone? Apparently not.

Your head dropped down to your legs, scars scattering your thighs and arms. You didn’t want to see them again knowing everyone could have seen them, talk about them, know what you did. Some part of you felt guilty, but you know you shouldn’t. It wasn’t your fault, it isn’t and it never was…please remember that.

You sighed as you looked up, trying to stop the tears as your nails digged into your sides, trying to stop your mind from remembering the socials. It was killing you. You then heard a click at the door, cracked open as you saw Alex had his head down, respecting the fact it was your room...but wanted his presence to be known.

“Y/n?” He said softly, trying to control the idea that he was beyond upset. “Can I come in?” He asked, your eyes were glued at the door knob; scared that the door may open farther and he would see your scars again. You shook your head.

“Now’s not the time,” You said, eyes drifting off to your desk. Alex sighed, and nodded. “I’ll come out later, just..need some time for myself.” You muttered, suddenly hearing the door close and footsteps walking away.

All of it became hazy; a blur and zip in time as you held the blade again. And you never thought you were, you thought you were finally clean. But it became too much, the feeling and the rush. You want it to go away more than anything, and this felt as though this could ease it…if only for a little while.

As time passed, the clock ticked and the sun settled down to rest. Your eyes felt heavy, your arms and body felt like a weight as you sat idle in the corner of your room. Hugging your knees to your chest, you felt so tired. You had thrown the blade away, eyes stinging from tears and body weak. Everything felt so cold again, so much dimmer and god-awful.

Rain pattered at your window, your fan accompanying the sound as it blew a cold breeze toward you. Sooner or later, your coffee had grown cold on your desk, a film washed over the sides of the mug as a few tabs remained open on your laptop. You honestly felt very accomplished today, until uncertain events spoke up.

You didn’t notice when Alex had came in, it all seemed very fast. But you did notice the worry in his eyes, and the confusion on how to treat you.

He had kept a rag on your arms, hoping to clean it before it worse…you looked down at your arms, then back up at him, gazing at him with sad eyes. Alex’s eyes softened, returning the look as he slowly brought his hand up to the side of your head, looping his hand just behind your ear as it rested on your jaw. He slowly brought your forehead to his, the both of you closing your eyes in a moment of silence.

“You’re safe with me.”

...

- deacy! <3

[dr1zzleboy]

heart proceeds to melt/ i love this cute headcanons<3

arcane characters and pet names they use

a/n: i better not have fucking wrote about this already

warnings: none

characters: jinx, vi, caitlyn, ekko, viktor, jayce, silco

jinx

🕷 she makes a nickname for you specifically and it would probably be something mildly insulting but loving at the same time?

🕷 ‘you’re a dumbass but you’re my dumbass’ energy

🕷 jinx also calls you ‘angel face’ or ‘knock out’

🕷 ‘angel face’ when she’s complimenting you or wants something and ‘knock out’ when she’s telling other people about you

vi

🕷 hey mamas

🕷 IM JOKING IM SORRY

🕷 vi calls you either the standard ‘babe’ or ‘sugar’

🕷 she doesn’t really have a favourite so she swaps between the too often

caitlyn

🕷 she doesn’t use pet names often, but when it’s just the two of you in the comfort of your own home, she does

🕷 she calls you ‘love’, she did it even when you two weren’t dating/still friends

🕷 caitlyn also calls you ‘sweetheart’

🕷 she uses ‘sweetheart’ more often because she really thinks you have a sweet heart lmao

ekko

🕷 calls you ‘sleeping beauty’ every time you wake up, especially if you slept in

🕷 he also uses ‘hot stuff’ pretty often

🕷 ‘whatcha doing hotstuff?’

🕷 ekko also makes nicknames for you based on physical traits of yours

viktor

🕷 he calls you more ‘traditional’ pet names but in my opinion those are the superior ones

🕷 he frequently uses ‘my love’ or ‘beloved’

🕷 viktor isn’t shy about using pet names in public even though many people think he would be

🕷 if you two work together, especially working on the same project, he uses pet names when he asks for something

🕷 “can you hand me the wrench, my beloved?”

🕷 viktor always has an adoring look on his face whenever he calls you his nicknames

jayce

🕷 his go-to is ‘babe’ mainly because it’s simple and it’s more an automatic name he calls you

🕷 he uses this when asking questions or greeting you, simple day to day stuff

🕷 kind of cringe even though i love him, but he most definitely calls you ‘princess’ or some shit like that

🕷 especially if he’s teasing you about something

🕷 teasing has double meaning here guys

silco

🕷 also more traditional pet names but most of them have like a really ominous meaning

🕷 he calls you his ‘belladonna’ more commonly known as deadly nightshade

🕷 i can also see silco calling you ‘my soul’ or ‘my heart’

🕷 because he doesn’t have either of those <3