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continuation with a more personal vent. tw for loneliness and isolation

Your voice is a mumble. "I've been feeling... Lonely, lately."

The sound dissipates. You see the mist shift.

You turn your hand over, still feeling the cold wetness of it rolling over your fingers, your palm. You grasp at it, just curling your hand around the chill.

"I-I..."

Your hand shakes. Your vision blurs with tears, and you fall to your knees, burying your face in your hands.

"...I'm so lonely."

Your voice is small, your words thrice as pathetic. You pull into yourself, your lungs screaming for air and your heartbeat loud in your ears. It's cold, dark, and so, so lonely. You can't hear anything but your ragged breathing now.

A voice sounds in your head, sounding almost like... You, but... Not quite. It sounds far off, far away. "And whose fault was it?" It asks, accusingly. It's voice is heavy — your voice is heavy. Is it you who's speaking?

You still, your heart slowing and your breathing evening. "And, tell me," it says, thinly veiled anger simmering underneath a calm exterior, "was it worth it?"

You find that you can't reply. The voice goes quiet for a moment, as if choosing its words. If it exists.

"You are safe," it says, sure in its words and firm in its tone. "You protected yourself."

It's gentle in the way it talks to you now. Soft and slow. "You don't need friends. You're fine on your own, aren't you? No need to bother people, yes?"

You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, gritting your teeth in some foul attempt to calm down. "It's better this way. Trust me."

You feel the mist creep around you, biting through your warm layers and sending chills rolling down your spine. Goosebumps emerge on your skin, and you shiver. You feel wet.

"Nobody likes you, anyway. Everyone else likes everyone else."

It's tone isn't harsh, or mean, or condescending. It sounds almost... Comforting, like a mother soothing her child.

"You won't fit in with them. They've got their own friends now. That's okay with you, right? They don't care about you, and you don't care about them."

You walk home alone.

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Mist

miscellaneous x reader

Went out with some friends today and you felt a little bit off afterwards.

You reach out into the mist. There's a biting chill that cuts through your layers, whistling through the trees and stirring up fallen leaves.

It's dark. Pools of yellow street lights illuminate the wet pavement, looking almost golden. Like some kind of saviour.

You reach out further. Your hand becomes lighter, shrouded by fog that seems to gather at your fingertips. Wet and cold is the fog, weaving between your fingers and twirling around your palm like a hand holding yours.

A cold hand, albeit. But a hand nonetheless.

There's a shimmer in the yellow light. A shape appears in the mist. And as fast as it appears, it's gone.

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Mist

miscellaneous x reader

Went out with some friends today and you felt a little bit off afterwards.

You reach out into the mist. There's a biting chill that cuts through your layers, whistling through the trees and stirring up fallen leaves.

It's dark. Pools of yellow street lights illuminate the wet pavement, looking almost golden. Like some kind of saviour.

You reach out further. Your hand becomes lighter, shrouded by fog that seems to gather at your fingertips. Wet and cold is the fog, weaving between your fingers and twirling around your palm like a hand holding yours.

A cold hand, albeit. But a hand nonetheless.

There's a shimmer in the yellow light. A shape appears in the mist. And as fast as it appears, it's gone.

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ultron

i actually main loki in marvel rivals because he is the Only Guy i know and he is also incredibly attractive

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that is so cool also!!!! obejct head

yeah okay computer object heads robots with emotes androids humanoid robots are nice. but what about robots with no distinct human-like features. what about robots with no way to showing their emotions. what about robots that can only convey that they like you by the sound of their fans kicking into overdrive. what about robots that only show their liking of you by the fact that they load webpages and pictures faster. what about robots playing crackling songs through their speakers for you. do you see the visiom

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i really like this

yeah okay computer object heads robots with emotes androids humanoid robots are nice. but what about robots with no distinct human-like features. what about robots with no way to showing their emotions. what about robots that can only convey that they like you by the sound of their fans kicking into overdrive. what about robots that only show their liking of you by the fact that they load webpages and pictures faster. what about robots playing crackling songs through their speakers for you. do you see the visiom

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usual nicknames people make the dca use: starlight😊, stardust✨, sunshine🌞, other astrological terms ect. ect.

more realistic nicknames: friend (said with forced cheer and enthusiasm), friend (patronizing, looking down on you, tone of voice they used for a child eating glue), friend (forced customer service tone that fails to mask malice and contempt), friend (actively resisting the urge to hurt you), friend (actually happy to see you? very rare), friend (gives you the impression that this is just what they call everyone so that they don't need to remember names), the same word but with different nuances ect. ect.

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This one’s for you Y/N!!! 😎☄️💪

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i actually main loki in marvel rivals because he is the Only Guy i know and he is also incredibly attractive

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Can't write Valentine hc's without including the romantical king himself.

V - Vase (What flowers he gets you)

The bouquet wouldn't be huge, but it wouldn't be a small, cheap one either. Steven makes sure your favourite flowers are present, with a sparkly butterfly on a stick amongst some babies breath and daises.

It's either from Tesco or a local vegan stall, depending on how late he is to the bus.

A - Affectionate (How openly affectionate is he?)

Steven is at his happiest when he can freely shower you with affection, anywhere and anytime preferably. No one respects you boundaries like Steven, you don't need to explain anything, but if you aren't averse then he'll find away to convey his love.

Hand holding is his favourite, it's simple but something that only couples do, gives him the ability to squeeze you, rub his thumb across your skin, drum his fingers if he needs a little stim.

Kissing your nose, laying a head on the other's shoulder, playing with each other's hair, any and all PDA is his hobby.

This doesn't really change much with Valentines, the only new thing he does is stare at you lovingly with hearts in his eyes for minutes at a time.

L - Love Language

Words of Affirmation

As a man with the gift of the gab, it's easy for Steven to show his love by spewing it to you via his usual word vomit. This comes in the form of simple "I love you" when he's popping into the toilet, startling you by suddenly breaking a silence and telling you how beautiful you are, comparing you to his interests ("You should've seen the jewels Cleopatra wore, I mean, oh my god, she had these big scarab beetle pendants that were absolutely gorgeous - Not as beautiful as you, obviously, but-".)

E - Eat (Where and how does he dine you?)

Steven is a quaint man, his soul already that of an elderly man resting at a bus stop on a Sunday Morning. The morning starts with breakfast in bed, a classic toast and vegan scrambled egg with your hot beverage of choice and a nice lunch at the park from a local farmer stand.

Dinner is where he really shines, and perhaps almost does too much. Steven will have spent weeks on Trivago and Google Maps searching for the best restaurant to take you to, scouring the menus and pictures for one that has an atmosphere you'll like.

One downside is how long he takes faffing about with which suit to wear and getting himself out of the knot in his tie that's somehow looped around his belt.

N - Nicknames (What nicknames do you share?)

The typical British pet names make up most of his vocabulary for you, think 'Love', 'Darling', 'Sweetheart'. Occasionally he'll try and throw in something new, likely stemming from something he's interested in at the time or a show you've both watched.

When you watched Game of Thrones together (he could only sit through two seasons) he'd called you his 'Khalesi' for a week.

Sometimes it's an entire cheesy phrase, like "the stars to my moon" or something in French that he's accidentally mispronounced without realising.

The one line he won't cross is comparing you to any god(ess), for fear that comparing you to someone like Aphrodite would get you smited.

T - Tacky (How cliche is he?)

Very. Steven romanticizes romance, spending too much of his single life watching romcoms and nearly crying when he saw couples walking in the park.

He's aware of this and while he tries to hold back a bit and be more realistic most days, Valentines is when he gets to go all out.

Enchanted is a Valentine's tradition for you both, always sitting down to watch it sometime between the 13-15th, curled on the couch and singing along without a care in the world.

Once he made you sit in his lap and rest your cheek on his mouth so he could spend an entire night kissing you while he read a book. When you brought up how that would quickly grow uncomfortable, he put on his best puppy eyes and said it could be your Valentine's present to him.

I - Innovate (How did he fix a Valentines gone wrong?)

Unless you count slightly less mainstream activities like making Lego flowers together or painting matching mugs, he doesn't do anything too groundbreaking during Valentines, so if plans go south he's left scrambling a bit when thinking outside the box.

This is made up by the fact that he's always a listener, sitting with rapt attention to your needs and whatever feelings you can communicate. You tell him what you need, he's getting it done in record time. You can't quite word your wants, he'll try his best to match up what you need with what you're saying.

N - Naughty

Ideally, Valentines end in some very intimate and slow sex, full of soulful eye contact, slow kissing and reverent touches. It's much less about getting off and more about doing something that you can only do with each other, a private little world under the covers where you bare your hearts.

He's more than fine if you aren't up for that, or want something different. As long as he gets to at-least cuddle with you in bed, his Valentines closes with a happy ending.

E - Ending (How does he wrap up Valentines day?)

In bed. Doing what? Doesn't matter. Playing Scrabble, watching Peter Rabbit, discussing the fall of capitalism, having some toast, it's all the same to Steven. The one thing he wants is to be snug as a bug under the covers with you, legs touching blanket up to his chin.

No matter how the day has went, if he can come home to you, he's got the world.

S - Song

British classic that he thinks is cheeky and fun, probably what he dances around the kitchen to while he makes your breakfast in bed, thinking himself suave.

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I can just see the Mafia boys coming by after a scuffle of sorts- wounded in various ways- and MC absolutely insisting on playing Nurse. Bonus cuteness: Nightmare is too proud to admit he’s been hurt as well, only for that same care to be overloaded onto him.

It’s the one time MC really gets him to blush after firmly, but gently caring- despite still being obviously wary

Horror... oh, Horror. He reacts to you tending to him like a wounded wild animal being comforted for the first time; confused, frozen, visibly alert. He's stiff and flinchy, hard to get to, sweating up a storm, simply because he's not used to it. It's so uncommon that he gets tended to. Sometimes, Dust will help him bandage up wounds he can't reach, but no one ever thinks the biggest guy out of all of them needs help. But he does. He really, really does. So long sorting out his own injuries has made him react to all care like he's never been touched in his life. ... Over time, he will melt into you. His love of your affection will ease him through the instinctive fear. His eyelight gets bigger, the purring starts... and then it'll be hard to tend to him for another reason entirely - he regularly loses focus on the fact that he's injured, and simply goes in for cuddles and kisses. He'll forget you're bandaging him/wiping away blood, and nuzzle the side of your head when you lean too close. And when Horror decides to move, I'm afraid nothing will stop him. You will get soft little nuzzles.

Dust, at first, simply won't allow it. When he's come home from a 'job' he won't go anywhere near you until he's cleaned himself up and sorted out his own fractures and cuts. He won't allow himself to be close to you after significant violence - you have too much to worry about as is, being the centre of the affection of so many deranged monsters. He refuses to be another thing that frightens or worries you. If you want to tend to him, you're going to have to find him yourself, bullying your way into whatever room he's hidden himself away in. It'll be very tender, with Dust. Moments alone with him often are. Unlike the others, who get caught up in how nice it is to have your full focus, Dust will actually help you treat him - he'll talk you through you how to properly bandage bones, what ointments and foods most accelerate healing. He shows you his scars... injuries that never fully healed, because monsters need positive emotions to repair themselves, and his high LV poisoned his ability to feel. Just... don't let Nightmare know how lovingly you traced his scars. It won't end well.

Killer will spend the whole time making sexy nurse jokes. He'll say how he needs kisses to feel better, it's vital you smooch him, monsters can recover HP from being around people who care about them so it's actually scientifically proven that if you give him kisses he'll feel better faster. Don't you want him to get better? ... Underneath all the jokes, though, Killer is in utter turmoil. Much like Horror, he's not accustomed to being treated with care. He's always been a particularly violent tool, and little else, a curse to be set upon some unfortunate soul who got on his boss' wrong side - he's very valuable to Nightmare but the injuries he sustained on his missions were never discussed. In fact, Killer spoke about his injuries as little as possible; they were signs of failure. A broken tool is one at risk of being replaced. And yet... here you are, worrying about him. Fussing him. Treating him not as a broken tool, but as a person. And though he'll never turn down your affection, it's beginning to stir emotions he long thought he'd killed.

Nightmare will definitely play the grouch. He'll sit there, all but pouting, complaining that it would be far faster if he just healed himself. But... he doesn't move his injuries away from you. He talks all that talk, and then he adjusts himself when you can't reach somewhere or need a better angle. He can literally teleport away at any time, yet he remains seated while you take care of him. He's clearly basking in the attention, soaking up you physically demonstrating how much you care about him. Does he need the care? Physically, not at all. But emotionally, he couldn't possibly need it more. You'd definitely end up frightening all the other skeletons without realising. At some point, Nightmare tries to get up to leave - you very gently smack his arm and tell him to sit down. He chuckles and obeys. Since you're so absorbed in making sure the bandages are neat, you don't notice how violently all the other boys flinched when you 'hit' Nightmare; nor the fact that Dust stood up, as if to rush in and grab you. The only thing you'd catch is their incredulous stares afterward... at which point, Nightmare has already given them enough cold looks to make it clear they're not to say a word.

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its a new year and hooo boy do i have new characters im insane about

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Herobrine doesn’t watch you because he wants to kill you

Herobrine watches because he has a crush on you and is going about it the worst way possible

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I'm /super/ curious about your yuletide boys! How does yn come to meet them? Any fun facts you want to share? :3

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Hi hi bug!!! Flattered by your interest 🥰

Okay, so my twist on the Krampus legend for Moon’s design was that instead of kidnapping or punishing naughty children, he was actually taking children who were abused or neglected or otherwise needy (bc ofc I can’t help but make the bad guy secretly the good guy right 😝).

But this got me thinking about a case where he would take a child from a family who wasn't unkind or abusive in any way—they were just impoverish and had a hard time feeding themselves. (bc ofc AGAIN I have to take a fun lil Christmas AU and make things depressing lololol mood killer wyervan)

so uhh content warning for uhh.... general human suffering lolol?

Within the actual setting of the AU, the human technology level is roughly at a early 1900s level but in a very remote subarctic landscape. Hungry bellies during the long winter months are commonplace. The setting is inspired by the game Frostpunk! Altho things aren't QUITE as dire as the situation in that game.

y/n is the older sibling and de facto parent to a little sister living in a medium-sized village at the edges of civilization. The pair makes ends meet well enough, doing odd jobs and living a humble but content life in a rented a room above a local tavern.

But harvests were sparse this past autumn and come winter, prices for even the most basic foodstuff have doubled. y/n works their fingers to the bone and often passes on their own rations to give their little sister a proper meal but it's still not enough. To make matters worse, they've fallen ill, and when y/n sends out their little sister with the last of the money to buy bread for the night, she never returns home.

Half-delusional from fever, y/n bundles up the best they can, grabs an oil lantern, and trudges off into the night. In a stroke of rare luck, a fresh coat of snow had fallen that morning, and their little sister's familiar bootprints leave a clear trail. They're able to retrace her steps to find that she suddenly veered off from the usual route to the bakery only a few hundred feet from their home. Why would their little sister suddenly decide to go into the woods? Something must have drawn her attention.

Approaching the treeline, you feel your anxiety spike at the sight of tousled snow and small broken twigs at the end of the trail... and the start of another very different set of footprints leading into the dark boughs. Massive hooves the diameter of your entire face.

Picking up one of the bits of wood in the snow, you see that it's not a twig but a broken piece of wicker. You feel as if you can't breath with the weight of the terrible horror of what's happened settling over you. You knew the legends.

But your sister was the kindest person you knew! She was a child, and occasionally acted as such but still, she had only love and warmth in her heart for almost everyone in town. Surely there must be a mistake!

You make your decision instantly. Drawing your long scarf up over your nose and mouth, you step into the trees, intent on following the hoofprints right up to their owner... and demanding the return of your sister.

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uhh yeah and then a very snotty stuffed up y/n makes their way by lantern light into the wild winter landscape, over the river, through the woods... until a heavy snowfall picks up and obscures the footprint trail. Exhausted, feverish, hungry, and devastated, y/n collapses in the hollow of a dead tree.

Lucky for them, someone had picked up their scent over an hour ago and had been watching and following their slow progress on his hoofprint trail :3c

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i love being able to write and draw because its like. sad? boom boom boom reigen arataka greatest psychic of the 21st centruy giving you forehead kisses

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Sassy Sun calling a new worker they don’t really like “spot” (negative connotation)and it eventually evolving into “sunspot” (positive connotation).

Also very attached to Moon calling you moth/little moth. Cause you know. Smiles.

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Robot who misunderstands and gets offended when you call them hot and starts rambling on about their highly efficient cooling mechanisms and wow they look really cute bragging like this