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anzynai · 11 months

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Hey! I’m so happy to see that a tkl writer is into TWST! There are barley any fics and hcs on here and I’m STARVING! If you’re taking requests can you please write some hcs for the dorm leaders? Thanks!

Housewarden Tk Headcanons (Twisted Wonderland)

HELLO!!!! my requests are closed so normally i would have to decline this ask.. but i guess it’s ur lucky day anon because i’m actually obsessed with twst and this is my first request from this fandom so… enjoy! i love all these losers so there’s gonna be a good amount of hcs in this post LOL i’ll count it when i’m finished!! HELP MEEE THERE ARE 63 HEADCANONS. um, you’re welcome i guess this took 4ever!

also it sometimes makes me laugh when i put really serious and cool photos for my headcanons and then it’s just silly little tickling but uh. yes.

Riddle Rosehearts

hello so goldfishie is at least like a 7 on the scale. his worst spots: uhhh his neck (IDK I THINK IT SUITS HIM) and his sides!!

who tickles him the most? let’s see. floyd and trey are tied. but occasionally, if duece and ace see trey tickling riddle, they’ll join in as well.

it’s kinda funny when he’s tickled bc he gets angry (even when he’s enjoying it) so he’ll be like “let go of me this instant” and be disappointed when they actually do. however, he has too much pride to admit he didn’t actually want them to stop.

though he doesn’t always like being tickled. like, floyd has a habit of just tickling people whenever he feels like it no matter the time and place, which sometimes puts riddle into incredibly awkward and embarrassing situations.

he bites his lip to conceal his laughter but it’s like a river cuz the second a giggle slips out and it will, it’s over. he’s dead, he’s dying.

u know those people who want to retaliate so so bad, but they don’t dare think of it because they KNOW that they would receive it back tenfold?? well maybe that’s a little specific so u might not know people like that BUT RIDDLE IS LIKE THAT

but bro just needs more confidence bc the times he has tickled someone, he becomes an absolutely menace. he somehow has some kind of instinct for the best spots.

he can’t really tease all that well unless he’s really in the mood cuz he gets flustered hshghshs

Leona Kingscholar

sometimes this dude is like too lazy for tickles????? so this doesn’t happen too too often (but it does)

I GIVE HIM A 6!!!! his worst spots: hips and ribs (more hips thooo)

ruggie likes to tickle him to get him to wake up basically bc this dude will not get up for ANYTHING and most people don’t tickle him besides ruggie because who would dare??? anyways, once ruggie gets to his hips, he’s gone.

IDKKK I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD GET SOOO EMBARRASSED by tickling like that’s one of the only times u will see his face bright red, though he tries to hide it like he will look anywhere but at u lol

kinda scary if he gets u back tho cuz bro has no shame. all he cares about if that u are thoroughly wrecked. (this fact does not work well in ruggie’s favor, but how else is he supposed to get leona to wake up?)

he is a bit on the tougher side when tickling but never enough to actually hurt you

and somehow he’s a deadly teaser and knows how to hit it where it hurts?? flusters???? IDK sometimes it feels like he can read ur mind and know exactly what will incite the best reactions out of u and uses that to his advantage while he’s tickling u to death

his favorite thing about tickling is honestly getting to see the reactions on his victims face LOLLLL

Azul Ashengrotto

hi azul ashengrotto is my fav ever and that’s irrevelevanf but u should know anyway also he’s an 8 tbh on the ticklishness scale. (if i had my way, it would be 11/10 but i just can’t lie to myself)

his worst spot: HIS TUMMY AND HIS SIDES??? generic, i know. he hates it, because it’s the go-to spot and so right off the bat EVERYONE who ever tickles him knows his worst spot

he lowkey hates this laugh (no he doesn’t, he’s just embarrassed) cuz he snorts and like??? this sly, cunning businessman.. don’t tell me he… snorts when tickled..? wait he’s ticklish? YES HE IS AND YES HE DOES and he is so embarrassed by it

i feel like he probably would write a contract to keep someone from revealing his secret. that would be funny.

floyd and jade know and they’re ALWAYS using it against him. it’s like their main method of annoying him cuz what better way to mess with their boss than tickling?? well, they also use it for cheer up tickles mostly when he’s feeling self-conscious.

bros the type to like.. cover his mouth to try and hide his laugh. he’s not fooling anyone, everyone can hear his concealed laughter. it’s really easy to get his hands to move anyway, because if u get his worst spots, or occasionally armpits, he will be too busy trying to pry ur hands away lol but his face gets pretty red

he’s a sweet ler tbh i feel like he gives gentle tickles and never pushes the lee too far yk? like since i imagine him being really good at reading people, he will be observing their reactions the whole time so he can tell when they’re nearing their limit

that said, he’s a pretty mean teaser. he builds it up so u think it’s not bad at first but somewhere along the lines, he manages to say the most embarrassing things with no shame. “i guess it’s fitting for someone so adorable to be so ticklish.”

he tickles floyd and jade sometimes. sometimes when he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on them by tickling them. again, never going too far tho.

he’s also the type to like gently and quickly scribble someone on their back or neck.. or poke them in the side as he’s walking by or if he’s trying to get their attention? ofc he only does this with close friends (and jamil bc my azujami heart can’t help it)

ANOTHER AZUJAMI HC BUT TICKLE HUGS AS THEY CUDDLE

Kalim Al-Asim

bros def a 9… 9.5??? SOMEHWEEE ALONG THOSE LINES. anyways, he’s very ticklish.

worst spots: def his chin and his thighs.

ALSO IDK I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE CAN TELL BUT HE DEF LOVES TICKLING. he likes being tickled, he likes to tickle, just he’s like “it’s a fun way to bond with friends”

if only jamil could agree. kalim jumps him and ambushed him with tickles. but it’s fine, because jamil absolutely wrecks him when kalim isn’t behaving or is being lazy. (why are kalim and leona so similar aka don’t wanna do shit sorry that’s mean but am i wrong)

kalim has a really loud laugh but it’s very distinct compared to his regular laugh, which is also very loud. many times, his laugh can be heard throughout the dorm and the students just sigh cuz they know what’s going on.

also i feel like kalim would be the type where after being absolutely destroyed, he’d be breathless and struggling to catch his breath and still be super energetic and all like “wow you got me good!!!”

can i say kalim sneak attacks???? like esp with jamil, but all of his friends always fear the wrath of kalim because they could be doing literally ANYTHING but he just pounces and tickles them whenever they least expect it

while most times he is pretty caring when tickling someone, there are times he gets to wrapped up in it and goes a bit overboard and someone has to stop him. afterwards, he feels super guilty so he will shower u with aftercare, hugging you and apologizing nonstop, offering snacks, you name it.

his tickles tend to be on the rougher side but not enough up hurt. it used to, but after realizing that some people don’t like it like that, he eases up a bit. since i said before that he sees tickling as a bonding activity, he wants to make sure that everyone’s having fun.

Vil Schoenheit

sorry i love vil he is so so pretty UHH BUT I THINK IM GONNA GIVE HIM A 4. idk i just can’t see him as all that ticklish.

unless….. UNLESS U GET HIS RIBS. the shrieks he lets out if u get him there are actually insane

rook is actually the most devious and feared tickle monster in all of NRC (REAL, NOT LYING) and unfortunately, vil is one of the people who suffers the most from his tickly endeavors. and sometimes it’s a bad thing and sometimes it’s a good thing.

first of all, vil isn’t all that embarrassed about being ticklish. now, that doesn’t mean he wants the whole world to know. he’s alright with being tickled or tickling someone as long as it’s in a private space.

he still blushes like a hyena tho (i don’t think that’s an actual simile but for some reason it was the first thing that popped up in my mind so it’s staying) but he will still be like “if you’re going to do it, just get it over with…” meanwhile his heart is pounding

expectantly, i mean who would have ever guessed, vil has the most graceful, beautiful, angelic, harmonic laughter anyone who’s tickled him has had the honor of hearing. it’s like a reward, not to mention the fact that sometimes it can be difficult to find spots that make him laugh. after all, most generic spots like his sides, can only incite a huff maybe?

he is like scarily good at keeping still while being tickled (the other housewardens could never). umm so any “keep your arms up” games that go on, he’s probably going to win LOL

pretty good ler but doesn’t do it too often. really only rook and epel, sometimes he thinks it’s a bit childish (even if he enjoys it)

BUT BUT BUT when he was training epel with etiquette, he would like scribble on epels back to get him to stand straight or yk just things along those lines. and for rook, he just goes crazy. (somehow he still manages to look gorgeous while doing it)

surprisingly gentle tickler, honestly it’s crazy. sometimes it feels like he isn’t even touching u with how light it is, which honestly just makes it worse because he makes u anticipating (i have no idea how to word this) yet still giggling and laughing lol

Idia Shroud

oh shit, this man. he’s so. 10.

he’s so extremely ticklish. like everywhere. except for his feet and neck. yay, the two spots people barely go for when he’s being attacked. like yeah, for the neck maybe a little scratch or scribble here and there but when he’s being wrecked, that’s not where people tend to tickle him.. how lucky.

blushy boy. his hair is red his face is red his ears are red. he wouldn’t even be as flustered if he was.. A LITTLE LESS SENSITIVE??? but when he’s laughing like a hyena (is this where i got the simile for the other one) he can’t help but feel ashamed

he loves it tho like i can tell u idia shroud loves being tickled and while he would never say it, everyone and i mean everyone knows. well, everyone who’s tickled him. i mean, he never tells them to stop. of course, it can’t go on for too long or he will start feeling uncomfortable but just the right amount will have him eating it up EVERY TIME.

bro def squeals tbh while like curling up

who’s that btw? the people who tickle him? let’s see: ortho (ofc, little bro always loves seeing his brother happy) and azul on occasion (when he’s feeling like a sore loser after a game he lost).. well this doesn’t make everyone a lot of people now taht i think about it. BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS

how could someone live being so flustered by tickling. yk those ppl in the community who struggle to say the word tickle? that’s him. idia shroud reads tickle fics!!…. okay maybe not, but he definitely blushes at the word “tickle”

he gets embarrassed tickling people back. unlike vil who rarely does because it’s “undignified”, he doesn’t it too because he’s too embarrassed. he’s never tickled azul (he wants to tho i swear) and he can’t tickle ortho because when programming ortho, he didn’t really have tickling in mind so obviously, he didn’t add anything like that in (he should tho and give ortho have a taste of his own medicine)

i feel like he would be an awkward tickler who slowly turns sadistic the more confident he gets, esp with the teasing. “hehehe, you’re a lot more ticklish than i thought. this is nice.” with a somewhat terrifying grin on his face

Malleus Draconia

i think i’d like to give him a 2 but when lilia is tickling him, it’s a 5? idk he’s not super ticklish and doesn’t get tickled often. also lilia has some kinda power that makes his ticklishness switch.. not really. he doesn’t know how it works either.

LILIA STILL LOVES TICKLING HIM THO and occasionally silver will join in if he’s not sleeping lol and sebek wouldn’t dare (even tho he wants to so so badly)

i think malleus has these super breathy buffs and giggles that are honestly so. just… damn. just wow. idk while they’re not the giggles most people would expect, it’s the kind of laugh that makes u want to keep doing it.

he lets u tickle him (as long as ur not some rando like y’all gotta be friends obv) but he doesn’t mind when lilia decides to tickle him

teases aren’t all that flustering to him either i feel like he would be the type to agree tbh. like lilia says “ur quite the ticklish boy aren’t you” and malleus is like “haha you’re right”

sweet ler, thinks it’s fun. he thinks u think it’s fun too. idk he just wants to have fun and he likes hearing people laugh and seeing them smile, but stops if they’re not enjoying it. also he is a gentle tickler.

honestly i feel like he wants to be in a tickle fight so bad but doesn’t because people are scared of him and that’s silly. idk lilia provides him with a lot of tickles and lilia lets him tickle him too if he’s feeling it, so he’s not all too down about it. he’s occasionally tickled even silver and sebek too (much to their embarrassment)

he doesn’t really tease he just smiles and it’s really cute and it makes u want to let him keep tickling u cuz he looks so happy which is just contagious and yes.

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sorrygotthesesacks · 6 months

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Response to fic request (Malleus, Idia)

For @moody-b1tch, the only person who responded to my "give me two characters and I'll write a few lines of dialogue" invitation.

Which is probably a good thing, because this is ... I don't even know what this is.

Characters: Malleus, Idia, with extra bonus prompt: water

Which is included...metaphorically, I guess.

As usual, this kinda got away from me. Don't think it's good enough to post on AO3 - it's hardly good enough to post here on Tumblr - but it's 1221 words and I do love when the word count is a fun number like that.

Also: TIL that Tumblr has a limit of 30 tags per post. How did I learn this? No reason in particular.

Also also: It used to be 1221 words and then I panicked and rewrote some of it.

“Sometimes it’s better to forget. Pretend it never happened.”

“Is that how you truly feel, Shroud?”

“Gah! You look like you’re ready to incinerate me! Not that I think you’re gonna go all OP again. … Uh, you’re not, right?”

“It would be foolish to repeat such folly. Surely you, of all people, can agree.”

“Of course I agree! I’m just like. Not used to this heart-to-heart protag chat. I’m not some shounen manga hero with an 'I'm-all-fired-up!' speech, and even if I was, it’d be pretty cringe coming from me. Your guards are good at that sorta thing. Especially the big guy. He seriously likes to talk! Or Silver. He’s got that intense princely vibe.”

“Silver and Sebek have had much to say, but it is your thoughts that I am most interested in hearing.”

“Because I’m one of the SSR level problem children? You could talk to anyone else about this! Leona, he was big mad. Your guards were there; they can vouch. Or Riddle! That hothead was the first. He probably has some S tier thoughts on his experience.”

“SSR…? Shroud, I am interested in your thoughts. You hold the power to enter the underworld. To speak with those who have crossed to the other side.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can open the gate, but that was a one-time thing, going down there. You saw how that turned out.”

“I did not. I was at Night Raven College, if you recall.”

“Of course you were here. After you went all berserker mode, I don’t think Charon would’ve been enough to get you to the Island of Woe.”

“You could have simply invited me.”

“Invite the great and powerful Malleus to play a sim game? Are you for real?”

“I am quite real.”

“That’s not - yeah, okay. Anyway, it’s more like a curse, the gate opening thing, and not Pumpkin Knight level cool.”

“Is it not? Shoenheit, Rosehearts, and Kingscholar all mentioned that the closer one travels to Tartarus, the colder it gets.”

“I meant it wasn’t exactly fire. Not like … dragon fire, fire. I mean, it’s not…”

“Shroud. I am merely teasing. Is that not what friends do? Lilia and the Child of Man assure me that it is.”

“Friends?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. Are you telling me that is not common with friends?”

“You sound like Ortho.”

“Your sibling is wise indeed. I understand that it was he who prevented you from using your River Lethe. Come now, Shroud, surely you can agree that at least some of those memories were to be cherished.”

(Eep! Is he serious? Even if I had an IRL trap card to flip this, could I even use one against someone as OP as him?)

“Shroud, are you unwell?”

“I’m f-fine! HP is at max. Wait, what are you doing?”

“Calling Lilia so that he may assist me in translating.”

(Gah, is he really using a synchro summon?) “You don’t need to do that!”

“It appears I cannot. My phone screen is blank. Lilia will be rather cross.”

“Your phone’s broken?”

“It happens frequently. Lilia has told me many times to be careful. My lightning has broken several phones just this semester alone.”

“I, uh, can fix it.”

“You would do that?”

“Hee hee. It just needs to withstand high electrical input. EZ PZ.”

“Lemon squeezy.”

(Did he seriously just say ‘lemon squeezy?’)

“Shroud?”

“EEP! I mean, I was just surprised to hear you say that.”

“Is that not how it goes?”

“No! You got it right! It’s just weird hearing it from the Malleus Draconia.”

“Why is that?”

“It just is! Let me see your phone. I mean, if you trust me with it.”

“Here. You cannot possibly damage it more than I have.”

“How old is this phone? I haven’t seen one of these since pre-5G.”

“Can you repair it?”

“Of course I can fix it, but it needs a serious upgrade.”

“What would you like in exchange?”

“Huh? You don’t have to give me anything!”

“Of course. Because we we are friends.”

“No, we're not!"

“Is there something about myself that causes you hesitation?”

“It’s not that. It’s not you, it’s me.”

“I, too, would like everyone to forget what happened. What I did. The lengths to which I went in order to selfishly hold on to something - to someone - who is dear to me.”

“Where is all this heart-to-heart coming from?”

“If we are to be friends, we should be honest with one another. I have learned that by watching Lilia with Diamond and Al-Asim, and by listening to Silver and Sebek. It is not an easy thing, but I must start somewhere.”

“Why are you starting with me?”

“Because we have a shared experience. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“SSR.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ah, the uh, it’s SSR, not SRR. It stands for Super Super Rare.”

“That makes what we share uncommon.”

“Yeah, you, me, and five other people. Uh, here’s your phone.”

“You are done with it already?”

“I couldn’t upgrade it more with what I have here, but the screen is fixed, and it has lightning fast internet speed. No pun intended!”

“You do get so easily flustered around me. You are an interesting man, Shroud. Oh, I see Lilia has been trying to reach me. We must do this again.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Until we meet again.”

“Yeah, kthxbai.”

“Idia? Was that Malleus Draconia who just disappeared into thin air?”

“Hey, Ortho. Yeah.”

“You have made another new friend!”

“We’re not friends! My HP is critically low after that.”

“Your heart rate is accelerated, but the rest of your vital signs are within normal ranges. And I clearly heard Malleus Draconia state that you are friends!”

“I know you mean well, Ortho, but-”

“I think he needs a friend, too.”

“Malleus Draconia? Needing a friend?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“Idia?”

“Yeah, Ortho?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I was just thinking about the new volume of the Mew Mew Chronicles manga!”

“Yes, I remember. It arrived in the mail just this morning.”

“So of course I’m excited. It’s the only good thing that’s happened since all of this started. I’m, uh, going to the store to pick up some snacks, if you want to go with me.”

(Your heart rate and eye movement tell me otherwise, Big Brother, but I am happy to see you happy.) “Of course! I’m interested in seeing the ingredients in this new mystery flavored fruit twist that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade were arguing over.”

“It can’t be worse than last year’s pineapple-lemon-licorice mystery flavor.”

Ortho remembered that. It had been very popular the first two weeks, with numerous reactions posted to Magicam. After that, the only person purchasing it had been Lilia Vanrouge. His eyes lit up.

“You should buy some for Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge! And Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, too! And Cater Diamond, and Rook Hunt, and…”

By the time they were done, they’d purchased a mystery flavored candy twist for all of the third year students, all of the housewardens, plus Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, the Ramshackle prefect, and Grim (especially Grim).

Ortho’s analysis of the candy indicated the primary flavors were seaweed and cinnamon, and he could hardly wait to see everyone’s reactions.

Everyone's, but especially Idia’s newest friend, Malleus Draconia.

#twst fanfic #sorta #it's lines of dialogue #but a lot of lines of dialogue #and three not-dialogue paragraphs at the end #I tried #Idia Shroud is really really hard to write #Malleus isn't exactly easy but sooo much easier than Idia #idia shroud #malleus draconia #fic prompt #it's not even Halloween themed #missed opportunity right there #don't hate me #this may be the worst thing I've ever written #and that's saying something #not even in a funny way #because I don't know if you know this but I'm hilarious #except not this time #oh no I hear trick or treaters outside and I have like zero candy #which has nothing to do with this not-fic thing #but I still feel really bad about it #so now that's two terrible crimes I've committed on Halloween #this may be one of those posts where I quietly delete it after giving it way too much thought #I am a tweet-and-delete kinda person on That Other App #although tbf I have more reason to be over there #still though I am already overthinking the wisdom of letting this see the light of day #it may still make it to AO3 at some point #Happy Halloween everyone

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leighsartworks216 · 8 months

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The Viper: Rewritten

Chapter 7

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 8

Jaskier x gn!Witcher!reader

AO3 - I highly recommend reading it here, as I am more likely to post on ao3 and not update here in the future as the story progresses

Warnings: blood, gore, fighting

Word Count: 4509

Masterlist

Tired patrons meandered through the tavern, searching for breakfast before their hard days’ labor. The bustling and merriment of the night were traded in for half-lidded eyes and quiet exchanges. Jaskier, despite taking forever to wake up, seemed to be the most energetic of anybody else there. However, you were truly the most awake.

“So,” Jaskier said, “where to?”

“What do you mean?” You looked at him over the rim of your tankard as you took a drink.

Your expressions were muted; surrounded by strangers and townsfolk that could turn on you at any moment, you never gave anything away. Yet Jaskier could see the hints of emotion in your eyes, so adjusted to reading Geralt after so long. He knew your cold neutrality was a barrier, and through the carefully laid bricks he could see the curiosity in your question.

His fingers rubbed against each other as his nerves caught up to him. He wasn’t shy by any means, but since Geralt yelled at him, his mind seemed to always find ways to second guess himself. He wasn’t sure if he should be asking questions; if he could. But you didn’t shut him down. You didn’t give any hint at all that you may have been annoyed with him. He had to cling to that.

“Well, I’m sure you’re going to be traveling around, looking for monsters and things to kill, and, uhm,” his fingers fiddled with the handle of his tankard, “well, I need a guide to Oxenfurt. If you’re heading that way, that is. I don’t wish to…” He watched your eyes trail to the side, brow furrowing slightly as you thought. “Impose.”

“Are you looking to winter there?”

He nodded, emboldened by the question. “Yes! I have a little townhouse there, and usually the University hires me to lecture. Talk about my adventures and,” he gestured, “heroic deeds.”

You nodded slowly as you tried to picture a route from Hengfors all the way through Redania. “It’ll take a month to get there, if the weather holds up. We can follow the Braa river west until we hit Tridam and head south from there.”

“You’ll really take me with you?” His eyes lit up. Without even knowing it, he leaned forward over the table, as if being closer would reveal more truth in your slitted eyes.

“Of course, Jaskier,” you answered easily. You allowed yourself a barely-there grin, easily missed by the other patrons. “That’s why you’ve got Adhara; so you can keep up with me.”

He huffed a laugh, relaxing back into his chair. “You won’t regret this, Viper. I promise…” His shoulders fell. His eyes got a distant sort of look to them, and his smile dimmed, as if he only just realized what he was about to say. He swallowed. “Things will be different.”

Jaskier was nose deep in his journal, mumbling to himself as he scratched out words and rewrote descriptions.

On your way out of town that morning, you’d passed by the town notice board, and hidden under Gwent challenges and requests for eggs, lay a contract for a nest of Drowners. Simple work for good enough pay. Enough to make back for the cost of breakfast, anyway.

The fight with the Drowners had passed by so quickly - and the bard had never before been allowed to be so close to a fight - that he had rushed to get down every single thought he had in the moment. Unfortunately, now he was left with the terrible endeavor of translating his own words. He’d been at it for almost 30 minutes now. On the rare instances he wasn’t chattering away, you gave him silence to work.

Except, for the last 30 minutes, you’d had to keep Bayard at a steady pace right beside Adhara to keep her from trialing off the path. She was well-trained and obedient, but Jaskier barely had a hand on the reins in his eagerness, and the nearby river looked perfect for a dip.

You cleared your throat, and after a moment Jaskier realized it was to get his attention. Bright eyes stared at you like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You smiled. “How was your first Drowner experience?”

He chuckled airily and at last tucked the journal and pencil back into his pack. The question was rhetorical, he knew. It was obvious to anyone the event had tickled the artist within him, and he knew you’d been aware of his mad scribbling. Still, he grimaced playfully. “I didn’t realize they were quite that ugly,” he joked.

You huffed a laugh. You were free to do so, by now miles away from the judgemental eyes of townsfolk. Jaskier enjoyed seeing this side of you. It was a breath of fresh air after Geralt’s forever stone-cold exterior. “Wait ‘til you see a Rotfiend.”

His hands held tighter to the reins, eyes searching for an explanation. “A Rotfiend?” he enunciated. “What’s that?”

“They’re horrid,” you scowled. “Imagine a walking corpse, bloated, with skin sloughing off. Where one is found, more are sure to follow. They build their nests on old battlefields - anywhere there’s lots of death, really. The worst part, though, is when they die.”

Jaskier leaned toward you, trying to get as close as possible, as though it would provide him with even more information. He was always eager to learn, even as his face curled in disgust. “What happens?”

“They explode.”

He centered himself in the saddle, scoffing. “Now you’re just messing with me.”

“No, I’m not!”

“They explode?! Like-” He motioned his body exploding, starting from his chest and leaving him in an outward burst. “Explode-explode?”

You nodded.

He shook his head. He refused to believe something as vile as you were describing did something like blow up. “You’re messing with me.”

“They do! They explode and release clouds of poisonous gas!” A wide grin spread across your face as you tried explaining the monster to the bard. You couldn’t remember smiling like this since your time at Gorthur Gvaed. “The good news is one explosion can set off any others close by. One after another, all bursting into red clouds. I once had five of them die that way.”

Your head snapped to the side as a twig snapped. It was too far away to have been one of the horses. Jaskier didn’t notice as you pulled Bayard to a sharp stop, trotting on ahead. “Yeah, well, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Jaskier. Stop.”

Like a flip was switched, you were a Witcher once again. Yellow eyes scanned the forest edge like a predator searching for lunch. The rippling of water was the only sound.

All at once, you realized what was wrong. The birds stopped chirping. How long ago had they fallen silent? You were so caught up with Jaskier- You cursed yourself for making such a stupid mistake.

Before you could absolve yourself, you were falling off Bayard’s back. You screamed as the harsh impact sent shock waves through your spine. Bayard startled and reared on his hind legs, scaring Jaskier’s horse into doing the same. The bard couldn’t get a hold of his mare’s neck fast enough. He swore as he fell on his back right beside you.

He turned, ready to help you fight off whatever was attacking, whatever was scaring your horses, but he was stopped in his tracks by the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. Bright red pooled around the wooden shaft. The archer had found a gap in your armor. The only barrier the projectile had to pass through was your undershirt, now somehow darker as the blood stained it.

You clutched at your shoulder, digging your fingers into your arm as your mind screamed for you to rip it out. Get the arrow out. Get it out of your arm. It took all your willpower not to listen. You writhed against the dirt road and fallen leaves.

Bandits poured from the forest edge. A few broke off to calm the horses and prevent them from bolting. Two dragged Jaskier up to his feet by his arms and held him there, no matter how much he wriggled or fought back. Another, possessing an air of power and control, chuckled as he leaned over you.

“It’s not easy to get the jump on a Witcher,” he cackled. A muddy boot pressed down on your shoulder. You cried out through grit teeth. “But getting the jump on a Viper? That is, truly, something special.”

You grabbed the dagger at your hip, covering the handle with blood. The end of a longsword met your throat before you could drive it into him. He tsked, shaking his head. “Drop it, or we start breaking that one’s fingers.”

For a moment, Jaskier wasn’t sure what you’d do. He watched with a racing heart as you glared up at the bandit. Your fingers tensed around the hilt. One of the men holding him wrenched his hand free, grabbing hold of his fingers. And for a moment, you stared at him. Only for a moment. As brief as a whistle. And the dagger was dropped to the ground.

“A wise choice,” the bandit commended. He removed the blade from your throat, but pressed harder on your shoulder. You squirmed under his boot, a scream ripped from your throat. “Nilfgaardian scum.”

Anger boiled in your soul, like a bubbling pot of stew over a fire, ready to overflow. When the adrenaline subsided, all you had left was your rage.

Bayard and Adhara anxiously stamped their feet across the camp as gruff men pulled off their packs and saddlebags. You could practically feel the way Jaskier tensed when they grabbed his lute. Thankfully, they did little to harm it aside from tossing it onto a pile of potion ingredients they had no use for.

Blood dripped languidly down your arm, leaving a warm, sticky trail in its wake. The arrow held back the majority of it, like a dam holds back water. Having to keep your hands behind your back, clasped in place with no doubt stolen shackles, however, pulled at the wound, allowing enough to slip through to worry Jaskier.

He glanced around the camp. The leader of the group watched his underlings ransack your stuff, searching for anything valuable. They wouldn’t find much other than your money. Jaskier didn’t know whether to be grateful or worried for this.

When he determined the bandits were far enough away, he ducked his head closer to yours. Your snake eyes hadn’t left the leader since you were captured.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

As though snapped back to reality, you blinked and finally looked at him. It was not in a casual, carefree way. You did not look at him like he’d just come back from a night bar-hopping and performing for coin. There was so much fire behind your eyes. When you scanned him over for any hint of injury or harm to his person, all he could think of was the way you defended him atop the mountain. When you turned from yelling at Geralt and ushered him away; the way the anger had taken several minutes to actually fade from your body, despite the soft smile you wore. You did not answer his question.

“Did they hurt you?”

He shook his head. Where relief should have been was a hole, filled to the brim with guilt. He wasn’t hurt. He was perfectly fine, aside from the fear that spiked his heart rate and picked at his fingers.

But he could have been. He could have been hurt. And it’s all your fault.

“Hey!” The sharp shout startled Jaskier into leaning back away from you. The leader crossed the camp quickly, sneering down at you. “No talking.”

You stared silently up at him, defiant. He began to step away, foot turned toward the horses, but he stopped. A wicked grin pulled at dirt-covered cheeks. He chuckled, all too pleased with his realization.

“Boys, we didn’t just catch a snake,” he beckoned. The others stopped what they were doing, dropping your things and gathering around to hear what their leader had to say, like sinners in church hoping for their priest to provide them with salvation. The leader knelt down in front of you. His face was inches away, and his breath reeked of tobacco and ale. His voice changed to a low hiss. “You’re Nilfgaard’s prized Viper.”

A murmur arose between the underlings.

“You’ve got a pretty price on your head.” A gloved hand reached out and touched your cheek. You jerked away from the touch. “Just the head, mind you.”

The hand trailed down your throat until it brushed against the silver of your medallion. The snake engraved on it seemed to pull back, prepared to bite the finger, but it was only a trick of the light that scattered through the canopy overhead. He stared into your eyes as his hand wrapped around the metal, and in one quick tug, the string broke. An emptiness replaced the ever-present weight.

“Of course, you won’t be needing this anymore, eh?”

He chuckled as he stood up, briefly scraping the edge of the medallion across your cheek just to see you flinch away. His eyes only glanced over Jaskier. The bard’s popularity was lost on the bandit. For that, you were grateful. To them, he was just another bard, not one of the most famous, who traveled with the White Wolf and sung songs of Witcher glory.

The leader turned. With a wave of his hand, the rest of the men went back to work. Wood and grass was piled up in the center, and soon enough a fire was crackling away. They pulled out the dried meats from your bags and they tore sections off of a loaf of bread, and they sat laughing amongst themselves around the fire as the sun grew lower in the sky.

Jaskier sighed mournfully. He scowled as he watched them rip chunks from the jerky with their teeth and slosh ale between bites of bread. He only looked away when he heard your cuffs clinking together.

Your fingers felt around the metal, feeling out where it was locked, where the chains attached, and which was weaker of the two. You watched the group, but you weren’t staring at food like he’d been. When a bandit glanced over, your fingers stopped moving. As soon as he looked away again, you felt around more.

Jaskier, as soon as he realized you were trying to be sneaky, looked away. His eyes darted between the group.

Ducking your head, you whispered to the bard, “I need a distraction.”

“What kind of distraction?” The question came out more anxious than he intended. He didn’t fancy the idea of being bait, but you’d both been stuck here for hours and he was more than ready to get as far away as possible.

You ran your fingers along the chain again. It was sturdy, but all you’d need is one broken link. The real issue came with the execution. “I need 2 minutes.”

He sighed. He didn’t fancy getting beat up for an escape, either. But he nodded anyway. He’d entertained worse crowds, surely he could draw their attention long enough.

With some effort, he pushed himself up to his feet. His legs were numb from sitting on his knees so long, pricks and pins sticking him every stumbled step over to the fire. He grinned widely despite the situation.

“Gentleman!” All conversation died, replaced with glaring eyes and grotesque sneers. “You seem to have done quite well for yourselves out here. It would be my honor, as Jaskier the bard, to sing a song to your greatness!”

Some of the thugs chuckled. “You’re gonna sing us a song?”

He nodded. Their eyes all followed him as he circled around the group, pulling their attention further away from you. As soon as they were no longer faced that way, a dim orange light emitted from behind you. “I could sing for you all through the night and morning! Or until that one,” he gestured his head to one of the thugs that swayed in his seat from ale, “falls over, leastaways.”

They all laughed. The ones closest nudged the drunkard playfully. They all fell quiet when the leader uncrossed his legs and sat forward. Cracked lips curled around browning teeth. “Go on, then,” he encouraged. Yet something lingered beneath the words, as a snake slithers unseen under bushes. Something dangerous. He stood and paced around Jaskier, standing too close behind him. The bard swallowed as hot breath touched his ear. “Sing for us, little bird.”

With little time to think of all the songs in his repertoire (most of which revolved around a Witcher), the first song that didn’t deal with a White Wolf slaying beasts heroically was the song he sang. And though without a backing instrumental or the assurance that they would know the song and join in, Jaskier endured. For the few seconds he got to sing it, that is.

“Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger. Come quell-”

A gloved hand grabbed his hair and pulled hard enough he almost fell to the ground. As it was, he was bent over backward trying not to have his hair ripped out. The leader leaned over him. “Not that fucking tripe.”

With another sharp tug to his hair, Jaskier was flung to the ground by the horses. He winced as he landed hard on his shackles.

From across the camp, sharp yellow eyes watched helplessly.

“Try again.”

A rough sigh passed the bard’s lips like a huff. He was just as powerless as the Witcher he traveled with. The thugs watched as he floundered. His lips formed half-thought lyrics, before he stopped himself. His heart raced as he sang the next song.

“The fairer sex, they often call it-”

You watched as though in slow motion as the leader swung his leg in an arc, rubber sole catching Jaskier across the cheek. The momentum sent him to the ground. Their laughter burned your ears as they watched on. With his hands still clasped behind him, Jaskier fought to get away from the crowd. His cheek was pink, though not twinged by the humors of alcohol. And from a small cut beneath his eye fell a drop of blood.

You saw red.

In one final burst of Igni, you felt the chain break apart. It glowed red as you forced yourself to stand. For a moment, everyone was too distracted bullying Jaskier, until you cut off one of their heads with their own sword.

The fear in the leader’s eyes was worth all the pain. Had you been a wild beast, you would have relished in their terror. Soaked in the way they stepped back, tried to find a way to get their weapons, try to figure out an escape. But you weren’t. And all you could think of was getting Jaskier out of there.

“Touch him again,” you hissed, “and I will ensure no god will recognize you when I am finished.”

Clinging to the last of his confidence, the leader scoffed. You could hear the waver in his voice. “You’d kill us all, for what? A bard?”

“In a heartbeat.”

All color drained from his face. He shoved his men forward to fight while the coward grabbed Jaskier and dragged him backward into the trees for protection.

Truthfully, you didn’t remember most of the fight. You recalled your injured arm becoming useless halfway through. And you distinctly remember a sharp, burning pain along your spine the more blows you took and the more men you felled. By the time the last grunt had fallen to your stolen sword, you were covered in gore and viscera.

You stepped lazily over bodies as you crossed the camp, one arm limp and the other hanging from exhaustion. The sword was heavier than your daggers, and required a completely different fighting style than you were trained in. Even at a disadvantage, you’d wiped out the entire camp so quickly you would have been praised back at school.

“Not one step closer!”

Your feet stopped at the edge of the campfire’s glow. Just beyond, back pressed up against a tall oak, was the bandit leader. Jaskier was trapped in his hold with a knife pressed to his throat. He tried not to squirm under the threat to his life, but the fear radiated off of him so thickly you could smell it through hints of vanilla.

“No closer or the bard gets it!”

You almost chuckled. “You’d kill your only bargaining chip?” You took a step forward. “Really?”

The blade pressed tighter against his neck. “I’ll do it, I swear!”

For a long moment, you both stared, studying each other. You watched the way Jaskier swallowed his whimpers down. The way the bandit’s gloved hand trembled. The silver glistening in his pocket.

“What do you propose?”

He blinked. “Drop the sword.” Your fingers tightened around the hilt. “Drop the sword and I’ll let him go.”

Jaskier thought for a moment you would refuse. The blade caught the firelight as you contemplatively shifted its weight in your grasp. He hated how shocked he felt when you did finally drop the sword. And the relief as you kicked it away from yourself.

The bandit waited a moment to ensure you weren’t trying to pull a fast one over him. Then, he lifted the knife from your bard’s neck, and shoved him forward. You grunted as you caught him, as he stumbled into you roughly. You held onto his sleeve when he gathered himself, stepping away from you, and watched over his shoulder as the cowardly leader ran away.

Jaskier sighed. It was shaky, filled with relief and disappointment. “You’re going to let him go?”

“That wasn’t part of our deal,” you answered lowly. Jaskier felt untethered when you released him and swept up the sword you’d kicked away. At the edge of the treeline, you used your whole body to gather the momentum, and threw the sword at the retreating figure. It spun through the air and landed on its mark. The bandit collapsed to the forest floor. “Stay here.”

The command was quiet and held no real power behind it, but Jaskier complied nonetheless. He watched from afar as you stepped clumsily over protruding roots.

The leader, gasping in agony, clawed his way along the ground. His gloves were hastily removed and chucked aside in hopes of gathering more traction. He screamed as the sword in his back was ripped out carelessly. A boot kicked him onto his side, and another forced him to lay on his bleeding, gaping wound. Blood stained orange and brown leaves indiscriminately.

“Mercy!” he cried. His face contorted into a gross facsimile of the man he once was. Tears clouded his vision and poured down his dirty cheeks. His hands clasped in prayer. “Mercy, please!”

You aimed the tip of your blade at his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed against it. “You hurt my bard,” you reminded him. Your voice was quiet; a mere croak of what it usually was. But the threat it carried remained as powerful as if you screamed it. “You ransacked our horses, ate our food, stole my medallion.” You twisted your grip on the blade so your palm faced you. The sword stood straight up against the hollow of his neck. “I have no mercy left to give.”

Steel sheathed itself within his neck. You watched remorseless as blood pooled in his mouth, and as he coughed and choked on it. Taking his life was all too satisfying.

With a groan, you reached down and plucked your medallion from one pocket, and the key to your cuffs from the other. You used the trees for support as you stumbled back to the camp. Jaskier met you at the treeline and pressed his body into your side to keep you upright. You held onto his sleeve again.

“Are you alright?” he whispered. He didn’t wish to take his eyes off you, even as you turned him away so you could free him from his shackles. As soon as they were off, he was facing you once again and holding you by the arms to support you.

You couldn’t find the words to answer him. Were you? Half your body was numb; the other half burned something fierce. You felt no remorse taking so many human lives, but guilt festered like an open wound when you spotted the blood on his cheek. Without thinking, you raised a hand and brushed it away.

Jaskier stayed by your side, holding you up, as you shambled toward the horses. “Need to move on,” you muttered. Were those spots in your vision? “We can get a few more miles down the road if we-”

“You’re bleeding, Viper.” He pulled you to a stop. “You’re covered in blood - I’m covered in blood.”

“You barely got a splatter on you.”

“The sun’s already beginning to set and there’s fire and food aplenty here. We should stay and rest, not charge off into the night!”

You shook your head. “Monsters’ll smell this blood. Ten minutes, tops, we’ll be fighting off rotfiends and- and everything else.”

Irritated, he looked around the camp. He really didn’t want to sleep surrounded by corpses, but you! He’d watched the fight. It was messy and sloppy, and you’d definitely be bruised in a few hours. He wasn’t entirely certain you hadn’t broken anything. Surely it would be best to patch yourselves up first?

You didn’t wait for him to argue any more. Bayard saw you approaching and met you halfway. Without a command, he laid down so you could easily mount him. Jaskier begrudgingly helped you settle in the saddle the bandits neglected to remove, and he watched as Bayard stood as carefully as he was able to avoid flinging you out the seat.

You fought to keep your eyes open as you watched Jaskier find something to step on so he could mount Adhara. Your body screamed and begged for rest. For the pain to end. But you couldn’t sleep. You refused to, when Jaskier could still be in danger from the monsters that lurked in the dark woods. No. You’d ride a while longer, and then you could rest.

Barely tugging the reins, you guided Bayard from the wooded clearing. Low hanging branches scratched against your face, but you couldn’t find any part of you that really cared. You could hear Jaskier grumbling as he pushed the branches aside.

As you neared the road, the sound of trickling water returned. Oh, the things you’d do to slip right into that cool river. Horse hooves clopped mutedly against the dirt road. Every step rocked you gently. Dark spots overwhelmed your vision, and finally your eyelids closed. Jaskier screamed your Viper moniker as he watched you slide limply off your horse once again, and collide with the hard ground below.

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littledollll · 1 year

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I wanted to request a Lucienne fic where she's had a particularly hard week and the reader decides to drag her off for a surprise date night. Just Lucienne getting spoiled for once with fluff and if you're down, some smut pls? Thanks a lot, love your stuff

A day off

Lucienne x reader

A/n: babes I tried smut, I rly did, I had a draft and idea for it and everything but honestly my brain just doesn’t want it. I’m open to doing part 2s or making other similar fics with smut in the future but for now I can’t for some reason, and I still wanted to post this fluffy thing, hope that’s okay!

No warnings

“Hi loveee” a smile could be heard in your voice as you came up behind Lucienne, wrapping your arms around her torso while she was stacking books on the shelves.

She let out a sigh, leaning her head back slightly against your shoulder before she composed herself and got back to work. “thank you for visiting, darling.”

“Mhm! So.. word is Lord Morpheus is back from his little trip to God-knows-where.” She looked at you. “Go on.” You nuzzled into her neck, giving her a feather light kiss before continuing. “I may have requested that you have at least a day off since you took over while he was away.”

“Did you really word it that way or are you just trying to give me a heart attack.” You gave her a smile then completely ignored her questions, so that was a yes.

“Anyways! He complied, so I’m here to drag you away into the lands of relaxation and “me time”. And by “me time” I mean actually me time because I have never been so neglected!” Your tone was sarcastic, truly you just wanted her to have a day to let go and to worry so much.

“Oh dear I guess I should go with you then, no?” She put the book she was holding back on the cart and took your hand in hers, letting you drag her away to wherever you had planned.

In a little corner of fiddlers green, next to the running river and hidden behind trees you had set up a picnic. “This is certainly not something I expected.” Lucienne said once it came into view. You scoffed playfully and sat down, patting the space next to you.

“Did you expect me to take you to your room and put you to sleep? How boring is that! If you’re going to nap it should be here anyways, next to the sound of the river and birds.” You always did have a soft spot for nature, you loved everything to do with plants and animals.

“Yes, actually yes I did. But I was wrong to assume you’d be so “boring” this is lovely darling, thank you.” Came her reply as she sat down next to you, you gave her a sweet kiss and moved yourself to sit closer.

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The two of you stayed there well into the night, you had snacks and walks, talked about the little things and stories of what went on during the days, then sat in silence and appreciated the noise around you, truly enjoyed eachothers presence after so long.

Usually in the dreaming there was no need for a day and night cicle, but fiddlers green was unique, the beautiful field had a new life at night, the animals in the river seemed neon, the flowers and fruit glowed. It was, quite literally, something straight out of a dream.

You laid your head on Lucienne’s lap as you looked up at the stars. “Is everything here- on purpose?” Lucienne only asked what you meant with a hum. “Does he make and place ever individual fish and star? What about their swimming patterns, is it a routine?”

Lucienne smiled at your curiosity before answering. “Some things yes, each fish is made and placed but much like the dreams they have their own free will to act how they please in this case, swim how they want.” You shifted on her lap, moving to sit instead.

“Thank you for dragging me away.” she said, arms hugging around your waist. “Thank you for letting me, finally!” you placed a gentle kiss between her brows. “I do quite like my job.” You hummed, you knew that, of course. Most of your time was spent in the library with her. “You still deserve days like this.”

“I’m lucky I have you to remind me then.” Lucienne hummed, resting her head on your shoulder and letting her eyes fall shut. “Oh very lucky! I’ll even fight lord Morpheus for more days off.” She let out a playful scoff, making you giggle.

“I’m kidding! You and your undying loyalty.” She delivered a quick kiss to your shoulder and looked back at you. “I hold an even stronger one for you, my darling.”

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Fairy’s 1K Follower Event!

I want to thank each and every one of you for liking my little safe space and wanting to follow my silly blog. I can’t even fathom seeing all of you in a room, and yet you’re all here. I love you all, and thank you so much!

Anyway! Onto the event! I’m doing a thing where I’ll write a little reader-insert thing (ranging from drabbles to full-on one-shots) based on a character and a prompt that you send me! I have a list of 28 prompts to pick from :)

Just be warned, I will cross off the prompt once it’s chosen. That way, I don’t have a million requests for the same prompt.

The event will be open for two weeks starting June 8th! It’ll be available from June 8th, 2023 to 22nd, 2023!

THIS IS LIMITED TO TWO REQUESTS AND TWO CHARACTERS PER PERSON!

*Please send them in separately so I can keep track of who is who and what is what*

ALL REQUESTS WILL BE TAGGED UNDER #FAIRY 1000 FOLLOWERS

I will write for the following people:

Ajin: Demi-Human: Nagai Kei, Shimomura Izumi, Tanaka Koji, Tosaki Yuu, Kaito

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Ekko

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Yosano Akiko, Edogawa Ranpo

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Chainsaw Man: Hayakawa Aki

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Muzan (cuz why not?)

Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Hank Anderson, Markus

Doctor Who: 9th, 10th, 11th, 12th Doctor, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushigiuro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

Dialogue Prompts:

“Courage isn’t a matter of being frightened… It’s being afraid and doing what you have to anyway.” (from Doctor Who)

“It’s funny. Nowadays, people always expect a gun, but never a knife.”

“Tell me, my Dear, can a heart still be broken even when it stopped beating?” (from The Corpse Bride)

“You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” (from The Corpse Bride)

“They shot at us. They missed. I shot back. I didn’t.”

“I wanted you to fight for me.”

“Enough is enough, and your best is good enough.”

“The dead have time to wait.”

“Valiant effort. But you never stood a chance.”

“We humans could not help loving our monsters.”

“Love is a beautiful kind of fear.”

“I know I’m different. But from now on, I’m going to try and be the same.” “The same as what?” “The same as people who aren’t different.”

“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” (said by Robin Williams)

“You’re the most important thing to me.”

Action Prompts:

Shoving their lover out of the way of danger

Taking their lover out on a picnic

Tucking a lock of hair behind their lover’s ear

Falling asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat

Sharing a blanket/blanket fort

Guiding their lover back to bed when they’re sick

Bandaging/washing their lover’s wounds after a fight

Holding their lover when they cry

Making their lover a meal (whether they are good or bad at cooking)

Putting their head on their lover’s shoulder

Carrying their lover out of a bad situation (fight, accident, etc.)

Mending their lover’s clothes for them

Sharing a kiss after a massive battle

Sitting at their lover’s bedside when they’re unconscious

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be-bi-do-crime · 2 years

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Your thoughts on supposedly danyin and xunfeng storyline, how do you think that would have played out?

oh boy. anon you are not ready. this post got long, because it turns out that i definitely do have thoughts on this pairing!

first we have to answer this question: how would they have met? there aren’t a lot of opportunities for these two to cross paths; in the canon timeline, the only time xunfeng interacts with shuiyuntian’s people is when he’s fighting them— and even then he’s only fighting changheng. there’s the big battle at the end where him and danyin are in the same vicinity too? but they don’t talk. i don’t remember anything else, honestly.

so i propose this: they meet when danyin becomes the new god of war, post-500ish years when dongfang qingcang returns. she requests a meeting with the yuezun, but shangque sends a letter back like:

“errrr well, you see, xianjun, zunshang is currently in lucheng with yuezhu, they won’t be back for a while, is this important…?”

and danyin sends one back like “ok?? i don’t care. just let me speak to whoever’s highest in command then. that’ll do.”

and that whoever happens to be xunfeng.

so danyin strolls into the palace, new armour and headpiece and all, sword at her side. she’s every bit of powerful of the gods of war before her, with her own strength too. shangque greets her at the door, ushers her inside, and leads her to the throne room where xunfeng awaits.

danyin takes one single step into the room when a voice calls out:

“so you must be the new god of war, xianjun.”

danyin looks up, doesn’t miss a beat, and replies: “and you must be the second highest in command, dianxia.”

xunfeng lets out a snort. he stands up and walks over, taking his time. at last, he comes to a stop in front of danyin, and bows politely. she bows back.

“xiongzun has mentioned you. he says you bother that old pest changheng by making him get up early to train with you. he says to keep it up.”

danyin is used to flattery, but the way xunfeng is delivering it strikes a different chord. hm. perhaps this meeting will go better than she expected.

“xiao run will be begging me to train with him soon enough,” she shrugs. “he’s going to need it after running around playing with the young mortal children all the time.”

“i’m sure,” xunfeng replies. “i’ve heard good things about you, danyin-xianjun. what brings you here to the palace today?”

danyin hums. “i had a request, dianxia. i was wondering if any of your soldiers would like to join my own on a trip to wangchuan river, to help with the lost and wandering souls there. the land around it is also low in population, due to the soul problem. no one wants to live there, but i think we can make it a habitable ground for both our people if we work together. xishan shennü and yuezun can help when they return, if they wish. their powers would be of much help in restoring the land and making it livable.”

xunfeng blinks. he wasn’t expecting that. it’s a good idea, don’t get him wrong. it’d be a good boost in their peoples’ relations, too. what’s the harm in agreeing?

“it is a nice proposition,” he says, and danyin smiles. “when do we begin?”

anyway over the next long while, they bond over their love for their duty and their people!! and they have a lot of late night talks when everyone else is asleep, they sit by the river often, go on boat rides etc. it’s sweet.

danyin is terrified, of course, that this will become a repeat of her feelings for changheng. but xunfeng dissuades her doubts by making the first move; he doesn’t kiss her, doesn’t know how he would even begin to do that, but he takes her hand and promises his loyalty to her forever.

and then danyin kisses him, and he learns how.

canglan don’t end up returning to cangyanhai until like, they’re almost done the project. xiao lanhua is ecstatic when she finds out that danyin and xunfeng are together, and dongfang qingcang pauses, then is like...

“well, didi, at least you picked the better god of war to marry.”

#asking carmen #love between fairy and devil #they are so fascinating. i see the vision tbh

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you-hate-time-travel · 11 months

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hey this is somewhat out of blue but how do you think the crew would react if one of their members died? i’ve been having brainrot and i’m looking to get it peer reviewed basically

-crews

HELLO CREWS! youve come to the right place. warning for some dark stuff below! like, really quite dark!!! mentions/implications of suicide dark!!!!! putting it under a readmore BECAUSE IM EMBARASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok RUNS AWAY!!!!!!!! i might make this unrebloggable later. ooooopppsss

shuffles cards like im on a stage. a-HEM.

deuce: life goes on. he's not happy about it, he mourns, but like, what can he do? death is a fact of life, he thinks. insert pearl laundry comic here. he'd think about it forever and ever and like, that's life, man. shrug.

droog: i think he'd get even less social. eats less. smokes even more. diamonds droog found dead in midnight city central river ; possibility of homicide ruled out

slick: ahh, slick... remember that art i did of snowy pointing a gun at his forehead, and how @/mamposteria-es-la-mejor-palabra tagged it as "suicidal ideation"? yeah that. it's technically unrelated but i think about it so much and it's definetly relevant. it'd eat him up on the inside. substance abuse, perhaps? he wouldn't even go out subtly like droog maybe would. No further comments, on this post at least

boxcars: i think he acts like he doesn't really care. life goes on for him too. he mourns a lot more than deuce though. gets flowers for the grave. cries about it during late nights. life isn't the same when someone's missing. he's a fair bit less excited about stuff

BAM THAT'S THAT HAHA THAT WAS FUN AND LIGHTHEARTED WASN'T IT? HAHAHA. THAT SURE WAS GREAT. ANYWAYS. loooooved this request. good shit crews my friend. love you /p stay safe we frolic ok?

#suicide mention #death mention #talky tag #substance abuse mention #not tagging this further because like. Who wants mc angst in their main tag #turning off rbs cos i got nervous

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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 year

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First Impressions

MASTERLIST

Ahem. Hi. I've never posted on Tumblr before. Yet here I am with a mad crush on River Cartwright and instead of working all day, I did this. I'm not entirely sure I know how to post on Tumblr so forgive me if this is all kinds of wrong! I'm a grown woman and i haven't written a fictional word in about 15 years so I'm rusty af. If you hate it then that's fine too, it'll just live rent free in my head :)

First Impressions

Rive Cartwright/OFC

Rating: general for now. I might be a smut writer- who knows!

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“Ma’am, I think we’ve got a problem?” The nervous desk sergeant wrung his hands as he hovered outside the open plan office door at Aldgate station. “It’s about the fella in the cells. He wasn’t taking the piss, he’s MI5. Well, sort of anyway.” DI Lexie Andrews looked up from her laptop,

“Shit. I’ll be down in 5. Move him to an interview room please. And for godsake remove the cuffs.”

River was bloody freezing, he’d been full of adrenaline – running as fast as his legs would take him when his mark had disappeared and he was left to crash head first into two police officers helping a tourist. Heart pounding, manic eyes and sweating, he certainly hadn’t helped the cause of not getting arrested. And then there was the total lack of I.D. And the gun shoved into the back of his jeans.

Lamb was going to have a field day with this one. He was sat in the cell, legs splayed, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands when the cell door opened with a dull clunk. The young officer who’d booked him in was stood in the doorway with a set of keys.

“If you could come with me sir, we’re just going to one of the interview rooms and I’ll get rid of the cuffs.” Well, that hadn’t taken too long. His watch was sat somewhere in a locker, but he knew he’d only been in the cell for around an hour. The sun, which had been low in the sky when he was arrested, had just settled beneath the horizon.

“You ran my name and prints?”

“Yes sir, all confirmed.”

“So can’t I just go?”

“We’ll just be a couple of minutes, if that’s ok?” the officer looked so earnest, River hadn’t the heart to get too angry. He stood with a sigh and weaved through the dingy grey corridors. Within a couple of minutes, the door which had been left slight ajar was pushed open.

“Mr. Cartwright? Apologies – do you go by agent? I’m DI Lexie Andrews, I’m the only one left to come with the grovelling apology I’m afraid – the officers who arrested you originally have gone back out to a disturbance.”

“River is fine, I get it – no ID, no phone, they had no way to know who I really was. Not thoroughly anyway.”

“Thank you, that’s very gracious. You may not have had a phone, but they certainly did, and they’ll be reminded of that when they get back. It’s not like ‘I’m an MI5 agent’ is a common tactic for avoiding arrest around here.”

“No harm, gave me a chance to get my breath back.” River replied with a wry grin.

“Well, we are forever in your debt – if there’s anything you need from us in terms of feet on the ground, just give me a call.” Lexie slid her card across the table with an additional number handwritten across the top, “that’s my mobile number in case your request falls on deaf ears here.”

“Appreciate it, thank you.” Lexie reached into her back pocket and handed him his watch,

“I think this is all you were booked in with?”

“Yeah, helpfully my ID and phone are back at Slough House.”

“Your gun is locked away, I’ll get Lewis to give it back as you leave. I didn’t realise MI5 have an office over this way to be honest. Do you want a lift back, I’m on my way out anyway?”

“That would be great, not sure I’m ready to run back to be honest.” Lexie smiled,

“You head to the front desk for your gun, and I’ll get my bag.”

********

By the time River was back at Slough House, only Lamb remained upstairs. On hearing the front door, his signature callsign sounded through the building to summon River to the top floor.

“Did you collapse and have a heart attack or something?” he asked as River slumped into the chair across the desk.

“Better than that, I got arrested.”

“How did you manage that, you fucking idiot?”

"Ran into two coppers with my gun and no ID”

“Fucking idiot.” Lamb repeated

“The DI apologised and let me go as soon as she realised. Could be useful to have her as an ally – in case we ever need some help?”

“You fancy her more like,” Lamb scoffed and mimicked a high pitched impression of River, “I’ll just keep her on side in case I want to get my dick wet.”

“You’re disgusting. I’m going home.”

“You didn’t deny it.”

“She was gorg- actually, doesn’t matter. I’m going home. I’m ignoring you.”

“Don’t let that phone number burn a hole in your pocket. You never know when you’ll need an ally”

Lamb cackled as River made a swift exit. “Fucking idiot.”

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Lexie felt as if she’d been pushed out of the depths of the tube station rather than walking out. She was shoulder barged in a wave of people into the sunlight and at once stood to one side away from the steps. Coffee. It was definitely time for coffee. It had been a few days since she’d driven River back to Slough House. She’d parked outside for a couple of minutes, peering up at the four storey block which had certainly seen better days. It didn’t look like MI5. She’d dropped a couple of texts to old station-mates and had been enlightened to the true purpose of the ‘Aldgate branch’ and discussed the findings with her lesser-spotted flatmate the next night.

“Failed agents. That’s what they are at Slough House. No good for real MI5 – for whatever reason.”

Her flatmate, an A&E doctor, looked up from her first hot meal in three days.

“So, you think you’re meeting James Bond, but he’s actually the poor man’s James Bond?”

“Didn’t look like the poor man’s version” Lexie laughed.

“Did you get his number?” Sophie asked, abandoning her dinner and picking up her wine glass, “what’s his name?”

“No, I was on duty. Besides, that’s a bit… I dunno. His name is River.”

“Modern, empowering? Unusual name. Does he have a surname?”

“Forward. I don’t do forward. I do shy and retiring, don’t put yourself out there, must protect self. What do you need a surname for? Planning to authorise your own background check?”

“Never meet anyone, never enjoy yourself, never open yourself up to new friends and stay alone forever?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Sophie raised her eyebrows, “I’m joking. I’m not eternally single. I’m just single at the moment.” Lexie clarified.

“Sounds boring. You need some fun. Surname?”

“What’s with the surname?”

“I’m just curious. You never know when a tall, gorgeous man will turn up in A&E”

“I have two points there, one, I never said he was gorgeous. Two, I need some fun? Said the doctor who works about 80 hours a week and basically lives at the hospital?”

“Ah, but there is a life at the hospital. And spare student rooms to bunk in.”

“With a very beautiful co-worker by any chance?” Lexie challenged.

“Jess and I take whatever time together we can. Would it be nice to go out, go to the theatre or for dinner? Yes, of course. But this is our current reality, so we make the best of it. Speaking of, she’s just about to have a pee break so I’m going to call her and say goodnight.”

“Tell her I miss her, tell her I’ll cook next time your both off. Maybe around 2025? His surname is Cartwright.”

“Is that the time or the year?! I’ll look out for him in A&E. Surely an MI5 agent who manages to get arrested is bound to end up there sooner or later.” Sophie grinned as she disappeared with her phone. Sophie had been long gone by the time Lexie had woken up that morning. Back to three days in a row at the hospital. Lexie made a mental note to text Jess to arrange dinner one night soon. Looking after her friends, who spent their lives looking after others, was her love language and her couple of hours with Sophie had her worried that they were both working too hard. Distracted, she found herself at the front of the queue at the small coffee shop.

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“Large cappuccino please, to take away.” Lexie glanced around the room. She immediately recognised the tall figure at the window bar, head down in the local paper. He looked a lot fresher than the last time she’d seen him. “Could I also get another of whatever he ordered please? And one of these.” She pointed at a pain au chocolate and waved her phone at the card machine. “Would you mind taking it over to him, I can’t stop.” She smiled widely and disappeared as quickly as she’d arrived. As she passed the window, she saw the waitress put the coffee and pastry in front of River. He looked up in surprise and confusion and as he turned back to the window, he saw Lexie walk past. She tipped her coffee cup in his direction with a smile and was gone before he had a chance to process the encounter.

By mid-afternoon, River was so mind numbingly bored he was sure he could just go to sleep stood up. He’d been researching a new lead all day and his head was ready to explode. He rubbed his eyes and when they’d refocused, he was looking directly at the business card on his desk. He reached for his laptop and punched the name on the card into Google. Old habits – didn’t everyone Google new people when they met them? There were a handful of relevant hits, an entirely private Facebook profile with only the most current profile picture – looking fairly recent – visible, an article from a local newspaper from a couple of years ago with her official comments as the leading DI on the case discussed. Nothing exciting or revealing. He decided to go to the source and picked up his phone, opening Whatsapp.

“Thank you for the fuel this morning – they do the best pastries there. I should probably stop eating them. That or take up running into coppers again.”

A double tick appeared and almost at once went blue. The sign of someone with their phone in their hand already. He wondered what she was doing.

“Please don’t get arrested again. Little Lewis on the front desk might explode. Soon as he found out you weren’t lying about being MI5 you became his idol.”

He chuckled at the eyeroll emoji she’d added. The poor kid had obviously never heard of the rejects department.

“Promise I’ll do my best. I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“I find it hard to believe you’d disappoint anyone.”

Lexie’s colleagues heard her palm make contact with her face from across the room. She screenshotted the short exchange and forwarded the image to Sophie with the caption 'Kill me now. I am literally the worst at this. The worst.' In true solidarity, she received a row of crying-laughing faces in return.

River had just sat back in his chair with a wide grin when the follow up message appeared.

“Professionally I mean.”

He laughed, picturing her wringing her hands and frantically realising how her original message sounded. He made the quick decision to prolong her faux pas and sniggered as he responded.

“I’m far more likely to disappoint on a professional basis than on a personal one. I go out of my way to make sure I don’t disappoint on a personal level.”

It was Lexie’s turn to sit back with a small “oof”. She didn’t have a response to that one which she was almost certain wouldn’t escalate. Shy and introverted or not, she was still a detective. Feeling emboldened, she furiously typed out her response and then turned off the Wi-Fi on her phone.

“I bet you do. I’m sure there are many who would sing your praises.”

River stared at his phone. Was she flirting?!

*********

Two weeks later, with a handful of sporadic and entirely conversational messages exchanged later, River received a message so early in the morning that he wondered if he was the intended recipient.

“Are you around this morning? I need coffee and I could do with not being left alone with my own brain for a little while.”

He frowned and responded straight away. He arrived first at the café he’d been at before – practically equidistant between the Aldgate station and Slough House as it turned out. He got two seats at the window bar with two coffees and croissants. He watched her push out of the crowd from the tube station and cross the road, almost doing a double take. Gone were the jeans and baggy jumper and the messy hair. She had a calf length black wrap dress with the asymmetric hem rising to her knee where the dress tied. The dress had a deep but modest v-neck, and she wore an unbuttoned navy coat the same length as the dress. “Shit.” He whispered as Lexie swept past the window with a small wave and grin. He stood as she met him at the window seat and gestured to the high barstool seat.

“Will you be ok up there? You look lovely. I mean, it doesn’t look like you’re heading to the station?” he stuttered a little. She smelled of fresh air and a heady perfume he didn’t recognise.

“Oh I’m fine, thanks. I’m in court today.” She pulled herself up into the chair. “Not sure these chairs are built for me though.” She blushed. The dress certainly highlighted curves he had noticed before, but now they were unavoidable. The wrap dress exposed more of her legs than she was particularly comfortable with but she adjusted it and reached for her coffee. “I get so nervous when I have to go to court. I just get all worked up and anxious and if I don’t find someone to talk to, I end up with my brain just running away with itself and I get in my own head and start to doubt every decision I made on the case.” She exhaled with a shaky breath. “Sorry, rambling.”

“You’re ok, whatever I can do to help.” River put a reassuring hand on her arm and pushed the pastry towards her. “You should eat. It’ll help. Are you allowed to talk about it, or would you rather talk about something else?”

“I can’t talk about the case. I’ll be a mess. Sorry I called you, my flatmate is working again and it’s not the same being at the station. I need to see someone impartial. Tell me about your work, please?”

The pleading look in her eyes sent River’s stomach somewhere around his knees. He hadn’t seen her in person in the two weeks since his arrest, but his mind somehow kept taking him back to that interview room and the first moment he’d seen her. He started talking about Slough House, about his failed training, his colleagues, Jackson, his grandfather. He didn’t slow down until she visibly relaxed. She’d picked through her croissant and finished her coffee. Her hands had finally stopped shaking and she rewarded him with the biggest smile. “Thank you. So much, I feel loads better.”

“No problem, what time have you got til?” He checked his watch, it was 10am.

“Midday. I’m not sure how long I’ll be on the stand, hopefully just today.”

“Ok, still got some time. Your turn, tell me about your work?” She told him about the last 2 years spent as a DI, the challenges of being a woman in the MET – especially at this point in time, she despaired at not having enough time to focus on cases which she desperately wanted to attend to but couldn’t due to firefighting elsewhere. She spoke so passionately about the sex trafficking ring she was trying to investigate that River nearly signed up to the police there and then. “And how do you feel about these recent cases involving officers?” He asked.

“Awful. I’m lucky enough to have not met anyone like those people. That I know of, anyway. And if I did then I would report them internally. I’m struggling with the fact that there are colleagues out there who probably knew all along and allowed it to continue. No wonder the whole country thinks we’ve got a bad fucking orchard not just a few bad apples.” He raised an eyebrow at her language, he got the feeling that she didn’t just throw around bad language. “I need to go. Thank you for this, I owe you one.” She gave his hand a squeeze and stepped down from the window seat. He hesitated for a second, wondering whether to shake her hand? Hug her? Before his brain could function, she gave him a very brief hug. He just about had time to catch her waist and pull her to him, probably slightly closer than she’d expected. The blush in her cheeks was instant, and as they parted, he noticed that it dipped down into the V of her dress. “Bye River.” She smiled and disappeared. River spent the afternoon at Slough House in serene silence. Shirley was visibly horrified by his good mood, and Catherine was caught completely off guard.

#river cartwright #slow horses #slowhorsesedit #slowhorsesfanfiction #slow horses fanfiction #rivercartwright/ofc

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icestarphoenix · 2 years

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Sooo I have thoughts on what Idaho's state spirit would be, and would like to share them.

Idaho has tiny population, and so his spirit would be weaker. I was thinking along the same lines as Minnesota's with the water, but make it fresh water fishing related. Specifically, trout related because there is so much trout here. I was thinking maybe have the scales be on his skin? Or fishing wire that criss crosses across it like a low-budget spiderman costume.

There's also the idea that he should have the spud eyes that grow off of him. But also maybe not, because it would look like he has some sort of deranged fungal infection.

Sorry for the long wait, I’ve been pretty busy so I couldn’t really focus on posting. But now that I’ve got some free time, I’m gonna start going through my request backlog!

Anyways, thanks for sharing your ideas! Even though spud eyes would be pretty fitting and it would be good if I wanted to lean into body horror, I’m gonna go for your trout scales idea for aesthetic reasons.

While I’m here, I may as well give my HCs for Idaho.

Idaho Headcanons

Idaho’s State Spirit form is salmon-colored scales on his face as well as Rainbow Trout fins on the sides of his head (like how some people draw mermaids). The fins react to his emotions like ears.

If Idaho’s Spirit gets stronger, more scales and fins will appear on his body. He’ll start looking kind of like the Gill-man from Creature from the Black Lagoon with way more people, but with rainbow trout traits rather than non-descript aquatic features. Idaho will still keep a lot of humanoid features like his face and overall anatomical structure, though.

He’s pretty good at swimming, and he prefers swimming in freshwater lakes rather than the salty oceans. Saltwater dries out his skin when he swims in it for too long.

Basically already mastered using the versatility of potato in cooking. Potato noodles, potato broth, potato bread, potato meat-substitutes, name a food and he’s probably made it with potatoes before. Vodka? He’s made it. If he hasn’t made it before, you better believe he’s going to.

The house will never run out of potatoes to use, which is good since a lot of the states use potatoes in their cooking. There will always be a fresh basket in the kitchen, and if that runs out in a day, Idaho will just go and get more.

He has a rock collection featuring many of the unique and special stones from his state. Some of these rocks include a star garnet, Bruneau jasper, and a pinfire opal.

Idaho was the first state Montana formed a real connection with. With their status as neighbors and a common interest in rocks, they get along pretty well.

They’ll go rockhounding together, and while Idaho is knowledgeable about rockhounding itself, Montana knows a lot more about the science behind the stones. The two of them will find cool rocks and admire them while Montana info-dumps about the aspects Idaho doesn’t know.

Personifications often know fairly random skills, and Idaho is no different. He’s pretty good at high jump, as the revolutionary Fosbury Flop technique originated in Ketchum, Idaho.

Idaho has a mark on his body that aligns with the Snake River, which is the river that carved out Hells Canyon, the deepest river gorge in North America.

It is deeper than the Grand Canyon, which made Idaho’s mark darker than the one Arizona has for the Colorado River.

He and his governor are constantly at odds with each other, as seen in Table News: Governor’s Day Out. Though, it’s more like Idaho enjoys toying with him than an equal exchange, and he’s been like this for most of his governors. He doesn’t really remember why he started doing this, but Idaho just finds it amusing.

#replies!#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt idaho #headcanons

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buffporcupine · 1 year

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first post yay ☠️

introduction i guess

hiiii!! my name is sage-! you can also call me helena, tsuki, or emmurz. (i have way too many nicknames, i’m sorry-) i write fanfiction and i write original stories. i have a plethora of ocs and enjoy talking about them. (LIKE FR, use the asks feature and ask me to talk about my ocs, i will gladly do so)

i use any pronouns (though i prefer he/they), i’m genderfluid and omniromantic.

i’m into animes like danganronpa and death note. at the moment, death note is my whole personality and i will talk about it ANYTIME. i’m also into stranger things, yttd, and music, i really like music.

my music taste consists of palaye royale, my chemical romance, mother mother, and other stuff. my favorite song changes frequently, but rn it’s ‘wasting time’ by princess chelsea.

list of characters i kin would be mikan tsumiki, reko yabusame, nate river, and will byers.

dni (do not interact,): bigots, toxic stans (yk who you are), etc…

PLEASE INTERACT: if ur a fan of the same stuff as me, if you like oc infodumping/if you want to do an oc rp together, if you want to read my rambles-, etc…

i have an ao3 account: kaouri_satou

you may use the asks feature on here to request that i write something for ao3.

anyway, byeeeeee!! <3

-buffporcupine, 13/3/2023 (edited 14/3/2023)

#blog intro #intro post #buffporcupine

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Benjamin X Reader Angsty prompt with small cute moments (linked to last prompt I posted)

!TW: Word ‘attacked’ and ‘attack’, word ‘hurt’, mention of ‘scar’!

Benjamin decided to stay with you after you were attacked, and you were worried that he hated you as he wasn’t speaking. “You - You hate me, don’t you?” You assumed, and Benjamin shook his head quickly, a hurt look on his face as he lowered his head to look at you. “You think I’m stupid,” you murmured, and Benjamin intertwined his fingers with your’s.

“Not at all, Y/n,” he contradicted; he did think it was stupid that you went out into the forest alone, but he didn’t want to make you feel worse. “I’m so proud of you,” he claimed, “you survived their attack, and that doesn’t happen often for mortals. And all you got from it was a pretty little scar.” You winced when you remembered, subconsciously lifting your hand to your right eye, but Benjamin stopped you. “Don’t touch it, Y/n,” he commanded, “it - it’s still healing.” You nodded gravely, lowering your hand again. “H-Hey,” Benjamin broke the silence which had passed over the two of you for a moment, “I love you.”

You subconsciously smiled, unable to stop yourself; he always knew how to cheer you up when you felt down. “Could you say that again?” You requested, and Benjamin winced, embarrassed.

“Were you not listening?” Benjamin asked, and you shook your head, grinning.

“No, I was,” you answered quickly, “I just like hearing your voice.” Benjamin chuckled, amused. You glanced up at him, staring into his reddish brown eyes. “I never thought it was possible to love someone this much,” you mused, and he smiled warmly down at you. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted, and more,” you expressed, and he felt the same way about you.

༺𐦐༻

You’d gotten a part-time job in the small shop you lived near to, and hadn’t told anyone, but Benjamin about it. “Y/n?” You would turn around, surprised to hear Jacob’s voice. “Do you come here often?” Jacob inquired, and you nodded.

“Well, considering I work here, yes,” you answered, and Jacob would be surprised, but pleased for you.

“That’s great, Y/n,” he responded, “it’s - nice, here.” You giggled, nodding; he was trying to make the place sound better than it was. “Do the others know that you work here?” Jacob asked, and you shook your head.

“Only Benjamin,” you answered, and Jacob nodded his head slightly. “But don’t tell Carlisle and the others, please,” you requested, and he nodded.

“I won’t,” he reassured you, and you be relieved, smiling your thanks to him. “Why don’t you want them to know, anyway?” Jacob questioned, curious, and you shrugged; you weren’t quite sure why, yourself.

༺𐦐༻

“Do you miss home?” You inquired after you’d told him about how you were missing the old hut you’d stayed in when you were younger, and Benjamin would think about your question for a moment.

“Have I ever told you,” Benjamin began slowly and thoughtfully, “that home stopped being a place when you entered my life?” You smiled softly up at him, and he reflected the smile, before he connected his lips to your’s.

༺𐦐༻

After Tia and Benjamin’s Wedding, you felt as if you’d lost everything as you snuck away from the crowd, and when you found yourself alone, you sank to the floor, staring ahead of you through glistening, sore eyes. When Benjamin noticed that you’d disappeared, he looked for you, worried about you. “Y/n?” Benjamin broke the silence when he found you sitting down by the river close by to the set-up, but you wouldn’t dare look up at him.

“Can you please just hold me?” You whispered shakily, and he nodded, crouching down beside you, before he wrapped his arms around you, a pained expression on his face. “Can - Can you stay with me tonight?” You requested, and he winced, holding you at arm’s length. “Please,” you begged, “I don’t want to be alone, Benjamin.”

Benjamin hesitantly nodded; he was worried you’d hurt yourself if he left you alone. “I’ll tell Tia I have somewhere to be,” he stated, and you threw your arms around him, burying your face against his neck.

“Thank you, Benjamin,” you responded, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

“No problem, Y/n,” he replied gently, “I wanna do all I can for you. I - I know this is hard, a-and..” Benjamin sighed, playing with your hair to comfort you and himself.

↯

Benjamin grinned when you snuggled up to him, resting your head on his chest. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one,” you murmured sleepily, and Benjamin chuckled, glad to be your new pillow.

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You frowned when you began to stir, and Benjamin was just waking up, too, groaning as he stretched. “You should probably go home,” you murmured, a pained expression on your face.

Benjamin shook his head, glancing down at you. “But I’m already home,” he responded, playing with your hair again. “Kiss me,” he requested, and you managed a weak smile at him, before you connected your lips to his. Benjamin would be concerned when he noticed that you were crying, and he wrapped his arms around you. “H-Hey,” he spoke gently, “I’m right here.”

You sobbed, burying your face against the front of his neck. “I - It’s nothing, I just - I keep remembering how we used to be, and-” Benjamin frowned when he realised, and he hugged you tighter to try and comfort you.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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