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rhine-gold-archive · 3 years ago

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sub!Diluc x Dom! gn! reader

Warnings: very much not safe for w, edging, overstimulation, praise kink, minors get out of here. But also, some unabashed fluff. Yes, it contains multitudes.

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A\n: This somehow turned into Diluc character study, but I promise I will get to the filth after the psychological profiling. also, I know I tend to write in an authoritative voice like I'm stating facts, but these are just my personal opinions and if you interpret characters differently, more power to you.

Listen, i know everyone hcs Diluc as a dom. And he can be a very nice service dom, but I’m here to convince you that sub!Diluc is actually not OOC.

First of all, he’s more repressed than a catholic nun. Diluc is like on six levels of dissociation at any given moment. He sees his body as a flesh suit he’s piloting that requires an inconvenient maintenance like sleep, food and occasional sexual release. He’ll jerk off by himself like it’s a chore.

Diluc is so touch starved it’s ridiculous, and *he doesn’t even know it*, that’s how much he’s disconnected from his needs.

And like. Helping ppl like that discover what they actually want and watching them come undone in pleasure they didn’t know they desired is so delicious. If you know, you know, there’s nothing quite like it.

But you have to go slow with him

I mean first of all, you shouldn’t mess with Diluc at all if you’re not in for a long haul, this man doesn’t do casual.

Oh, he’ll agree to try if he’s already into you, he’s incredibly indulging to the people he values. But also because at first he’ll be incredibly defensive.

Not because he’s not into it. Just as a defense mechanism, as he thinks he’ll disappoint you and he’s preparing for a failure from the start.

Diluc can see any activity with his important people as a trial where his performance will be evaluated. He is one of these “I need to get a good grade in X which is both normal to want and possible to achieve” people.

Remember the coffeeshop event where he was like “When I was a small child, my father told me to mix my first drink using all of the ingredients in the tavern. In hindsight, it was probably to see how creative I am and I must’ve failed because I just made a fruit punch and my father didn’t say if I did well”?

Like, Diluc. Baby. Honey. Sweetie. Your dad probably just wanted you to have fun in an improvised “take your kid to work�� event. He didn’t judge your punch because it was about spending quality time together and letting you play with colorful syrups. Who the fuck would evaluate a small child’s creativity on the first time they mix drinks. You think he expected you to invent Pina Colada?

So yeah, he will see even getting edged as a thing he’s not proficient in, so he’s most likely to fail and disappoint you. And that’s one of the worst things he can imagine.

Because being useful is Diluc’s love language. If you read his voicelines or talk to him in teapot, you can notice how he’s very focused on doing things for you, like he’ll invent a drink specifically for you and keeps repeating that you should tell him if you need anything, but at the same time, he “doesn’t do chit chat” and wants to leave if there’s nothing for him to do.

Because Diluc knows he’s not easygoing or fun to be around. He has his charming brother who makes it seem effortless to compare himself with. He knows he’s kind of awkward, intense, brooding and direct to the point of coming off as rude. So he needs to feel like he’s doing something useful for you to justify spending time with you.

So for his first time, don’t tease him verbally. He’s incredibly teasable, I know. But he’s already very anxious about disappointing you even if he tries to hide it and he was conditioned to clamp up at the first sign of perceived mockery by his troll brother. Show him first how good it can feel before you start playing with him.

also, he obviously has a praise kink that he’s not even aware of. like, it’s not even up for discussion, praise from other people and approval from his dad are literally described as his main motivations

“The praise he received from his comrades and citizens spurred him on. But the words of praise he valued most of all were: "Good job. Now, that's my son." His father's words fueled the fire inside his heart and served as his greatest motivation.“ and sure, after he lost his dad and emotionally closed off, he doesn’t allow himself to rely on approval of others. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it.

You can tie his hands, but honestly I think it’s much more fun to just order him to keep his hands up. He’s so stubborn, it’ll be a matter of pride for him to keep his composure. And it will also make it that much more delicious to see it finally break.

When you tell him that he must ask for permission to finish, he just scoffs. He’s so sure he wouldn’t be reduced to that.

Don’t expect him to dissolve into stereotypical meowling and begging when you first start touching him. Again, he’s much too stubborn. He’s coming into this defensive and he wants to be in control of himself.

But hear me out - it actually makes it more fun to tease him. Diluc tries to keep himself still, but no amount of willpower will make him less sensitive and, again, touch starved to hell and back.

So at first, it’s the little things that betray him. How when you kiss his neck, his throat moves under your lips in a shaky intake of a breath, How the taut muscles of his scarred arms flex when you run your hands over his chest. How he draws in his stomach when you slide your fingers down it, slow, tantalizingly slow, making light patterns with just your fingertips. How he avoids your eyes because you haven’t even touched his cock yet and he’s already so obviously, painfully hard.

He has a beautiful cock, big and with a nice curve, and as for all pale redheads, it becomes brilliantly red when aroused. When you finally touch him, slowly stroking it up from the base to the tip, he draws in a breath through the clenched teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. You watch him struggle as you start pumping his dick faster and faster, his jaw clenching, his breath and heartbeat quickening, sweat beads forming on his forehead, his shoulders and hips flinching as he tries to keep himself from arching up and thrusting into your hand.

He’s fighting a losing battle and both of you know it by now. You could break him right here if you wanted. You squeeze and rub the sensitive tip of his cock, and see him open his mouth in a silent, chocked gasp for air. He manages to keep himself from clenching his fists, but his knuckles whiten when he desperately scraps his fingertips against the bedsheets.

But you don’t want him to feel like he lost a fight, it’s not about that, it was never about that. Even shame should feel good. You caress his high, sculpted cheekbones with your thumb, your other hand still on his cock. “‘Luc, look at me.”

He can’t disobey you, but he has to take a deep breath before he can open his eyes. He meets your gaze, anxious. What’s he going to see, mockery over how pathetically quick he’s breaking down? Disappointment for how bad and inexperienced he is at this? Just a cold, severe rejection?

“You look so beautiful, baby,” you tell him quietly and breath catches in his throat, his pupils widening, his cock twitching in your hand. You kiss the trail from his sharp jawline up to his ear, allowing him to turn away. “Do you enjoy this? Do you want me to keep going?" you smile warmly when he whips his head back to look at you and meet his dazed crimson eyes. “I just want you to feel good.”

This reframes the entire scene for him in a one fell swoop, turning it upside down, leaving him disoriented. It wasn’t a challenge that he was losing, or a trial that he was failing, him giving in to his desires was what you wanted all along? You enjoy seeing his pleasure, even if he’s not being useful to you in return? It seems impossible to him, yet when you look at him like this, when you touch him like this, like he’s precious and wanted, when he knows he’s broken and undeserving… it feels intoxicating and liberating at once, in a way he couldn’t imagine before. He realizes at this moment how badly he wants this, even if he still doesn’t understand how far he’s willing to go for it.

“I… ugh, I… like it,” Diluc swallows harshly, his mouth suddenly dry, and if you thought he was blushing before, now the pink dust on his cheeks turns into a brilliant scarlet glow, covering his face, neck and even top of his shoulders. He clearly wants to look away in embarrassment, but makes himself hold your gaze. “If you… enjoy this too and… want to go on…”

You rake your eyes over him, sprawled in front of you, and smile, meeting his gaze again. “Of course I enjoy it. You look so fucking hot like this.” his eyes widen and his lips part, you can feel his tip leaking in your hand, his entire body strung up like a bowstring. He doesn’t know what to answer and he couldn’t talk even if he did, so when you lower your head down to kiss him he answers eagerly, with passion and gratitude he can’t express in words. You start pumping his cock again, now faster and with a firmer grip, and drink in his abrupt gasp against your mouth, as he freezes for a second and then returns the kiss with twice the abandon. This time he doesn’t try to fight it, his body trembling under you, his hips bucking up to meet your hand, his hands closing into fists, toes curling.

He breaks the kiss when you twist your palm against his pulsing tip, and he cries out, low and strangled, his entire body arching up, but his unfocused eyes find yours immediately, his gaze frantic, almost feverish. He’s going far outside his comfort zone, he’s relinquishing control and he’s so unused to this, he trained himself for years to do the opposite of this, to see it as a failure, so he needs your repeated reassurance to soothe his anxiety, to prove he didn’t imagine your desire few moments ago.

You lean down to him without breaking eye contact. “You’re doing so good, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

It shoots through him, bypassing the brain entirely, through the entire nerve system and right down to the cock, like only discovering a kink you were entirely oblivious to before can. His body goes rigid and he comes, with a choked, shuddering groan.

You stroke him through it, until he limply falls back on the bed, spent and panting. He reaches for you and you let him pull you in, hold him while he’s coming back to his senses, run fingers through his soft hair. When he opens his eyes, he looks at you with a small, almost sheepish smile, and it’s impossible to resist kissing him.

“Are you okay?” you ask, stroking his cheek and he leans into your palm.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he answers immediately, then realizes how it sounds and tries to correct. “I mean, I’m better than fine. I’m... I feel good.”

You chuckle and his eyes flicker to watch your mouth, then throw you a glance from under half-lowered lids. It’s enjoyable seeing him open like this, but what you really want is seeing him come undone. He doesn’t look tired and you know he can go on for much longer, but today it’s more a question of mental state than stamina.

“You want to go for another round?” you ask softly him and he blushes lightly.

“Well, I did technically… um, break a promise to ask for permission in the end,” he says with the same small smile that grows even more sheepish as he tries to avoid admitting he desperately wants more. “So it’s only fair if I remedy that.”

“Oh, of course. Honorable as always. So noble of you, Master Diluc,” you run your fingers over his abs, spreading cum all over them, and his brilliant blush returns in full force. But he doesn’t stop smiling, trusting your good intentions, that you’re mocking the hierarchy of ranks and not him personally. You kiss the corner of his mouth to reassure him, and his smile grows wider.

“Well, you can’t be successful in the commercial trade if you’re not answering for your obligations,” he says, trying and failing to keep a straight face. He really does recover very quickly, you think, if he can already banter. “The Wine Guild would kick me out if they learned I’d backed down on a deal.”

“Well, at least I know I can complain to the Wine Guild if you misbehave then,” your voice is still light, but you catch his chin and lift it up firmly, and he tenses up immediately.

He looks up at you, eyes intense as always, but now glittering in anticipation and tracking your every move, bangs tousled and lips parted for you to claim. You kiss him, messily, greedily, slide your fingers to the back of his head and pull on his hair, forcing him to expose his throat for you. You leave the trail of sloppy kisses and scraped teeth down from his jaw to the collarbones before you let go of his hair and allow him to collapse.

When your hand finds his cock, it’s already half-hard, throbbing. red. This time, you don’t go slowly, you grab it and start pumping it fast. He shudders, still so sensitive after a recent orgasm, and instinctively tries to close his legs.

You don’t force them open, instead, you catch his chin and meet his eyes again. “No,” you say slowly. “Open up for me.”

The thing about Diluc is that he doesn’t do anything by halves if he sets his mind to it. Once he opens up, he burns for you with the same single-minded dedication as he does fighting enemies in the night. He might not know how to ask for help, pleasure or affection, but he sure knows how to give and to give everything he’s got. Do not ask to have him if you want anything less than the whole.

He grits his teeth, his eyes smoldering crimson, and forces himself to spread his legs again, against his basic reflexes. The touch to his overstimulated dick is painful and igniting at the same time, it feels equal parts wrecking and delightful.

You smile and praise him and pump him even harder and faster than before, and he trashes in front of you, muttering a litany of half-choked curses, throwing his head from side to side, hands clawing at the sheets, thighs shaking, but staying open.

You asked for him and you shall have him, no matter what.

It’s still not enough for you, though.

You sprawl on your side against him, circling one arm around his shoulders, still stroking him with the other. The fight goes out of him. He blindly leans into you, trembling, a small whine caught in his throat. When you kiss him, his mouth is soft and pliant, but his hands clutch at you desperately, like a drowning man trying to hold on to the solid ground.

It drives you crazy to watch him writhe under you, completely unravelled, glowing brightly from feverish desire, scarlet silk of his tangled hair sprawled on the sheets, his hips bucking frantically into your hand.

You whisper sweet, tender praises to him, caress his face, neck and shoulders like he’s the most precious and fragile thing in the world, at the same time as your other hand relentlessly winds him up, squeezes his overstimulated, pulsing cock harshly, twists the leaking tip. The pain punctuates desire, a delirious contrast of torturously sweet and deliciously cruel.

His fingers dig into you, holding you close. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, clings to you, seeking comfort and shelter from the same sweet, unbearable torture that is also inflicted by you. The pleasure melts him, but the pain splits him open, wrecks him to the core, he wants this to end, and he wants this to never stop. More than anything, he wants to be yours.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re perfect,” you tell him and you mean it.

He breathes in through his mouth, drawing in your scent. “Please,” he gasps so quietly, you could’ve missed it if not for his lips moving against your neck. “Please, let me…please…”

Next time, you might demand more. Next time, you might make him spell it out completely, what exactly he begs you for. But this is his first time and he was already so brave for you.

“Yes, baby. You’ve been so fucking good. Come for me.”

He comes immediately and so hard, his entire body is shaking, the strangled scream caught in his throat. You keep stroking him, letting him ride it out through increasingly frantic and desperate thrusts, squeeze every last drop out of him until he collapses, limp and shivering, but still clinging to you.

You hold him, stroke his hair and kiss his forehead, whisper to him softly until he stops trembling and his breath evens out. You realize that he’s too weak now to get to the bath, so you stand up to get something to help, but he reaches out, catches your wrist immediately.

“It’s okay, I’ll be back in a second,” you promise. After you clean him up with a wet cloth, he pulls you in and curls around you so possessively and needy, you can’t help but smile. He’s fighting a losing battle to stay awake, the endless sleepless nights finally catching up with him, now that he lowered his guard for a moment and let his body feel alive. But there’s one thing he needs to ask, suddenly apprehensive now that the rush of lust passed.

“Did you… Was I… Ugh, damn. Would you perhaps?..” he stumbles over his words, not knowing how to phrase his concern that he wasn’t good enough for you and you just indulged him. You stop him mercifully.

“I *did* enjoy it. You *were* incredible. And yes, I would very much love to do this again.”

“Oh,” he says, relaxing against you, the same precious small smile appearing on his face again, now more content than sheepish. You chuckle, stroking his face.

“Besides, you did break my order to keep your hands up. You’ll have to suffer the punishment, or the Wine Guild will need to hear about this.”

He snorts indignantly and blushes at the same time. For the first time in many, many nights he falls asleep with a light heart and a smile still tugging at his lips.

a\n: I had fun writing this, so I might make this into sub!character series. Not taking specific requests per se, but you can let me know which adult genshin characters you’d be interested to hear my take on, both male and female.

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr x you #genshin impact #i had to construct an enite psych profile for diluc for another meta post #and barely used evn half of it #so i thought to hell with it lets have some fun #btw short sleeves in birthday art?#plus 50 sub energy sorry i don't male the rules #rhine writes filth

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iamenits · 8 months ago

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The Omega Glory

#star trek #star trek tos #leonard mccoy #spock #spones #the omega glory #gifs #enits gifs #still going through my drafts #this is kinda one of those scenes im “scared” of posting but im sick of having it in my drafts so 🤷#enits posts

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froggybrainz · 5 months ago

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Don't mind me. I just felt like posting alil teaser for my fic. Sorry if it's bad, it's my first one.... Just letting yall know that this one isn't a y/n kind of fic but a world building one for my ocs....

The steps gave way to a slight creak as I made my way up to the front door, a soft glow eliminated from the curtains suggest that I might not be the only one up. My keys jingle together as I push the door open as I am now met by my mom still in her robe.

“Oh! Alex….you scared me!...”She jumped.

“...hi mom…”, I yawned, kicking my boots off to the side. A sign of relief was heard as she sat back down in her chair.

“Well don't you just look lively tonight Alex… another long night at work?” she joked before taking another sip of her coffee. I do nothing but smile at her and continue my journey to my room.

She's up earlier than usual, I thought to myself, hmmm…Matter of fact she's up 2 hours early! The kitchen clock read the time, 1:34am normally she doesn't get up for work till a whopping 3:30am! A restless night it seems ....Then again She's always been that way from what I remember, from one doctor's appointment to another just to find out the last pill doesn't work anymore!

“I guess that just leaves me with more time to watch my shows!”, she'll always say. Insomnia oh what a real pain in the ass…

“Oh Alex by the way don't forget that i'll be working later today and make sure you wake your brother up for school, I don't feel like getting another call from the office saying that he's been skipping again…”.

“Hmhmm…”, I mumbled, making my way up the stairs, my feet getting heavier the closer I got to my bed.

The storm had luckily held off long enough for me to make it home before it let loose, the sound of the rain rhythmically tapping my window soothed my mind and helped eased me to sleep.

Finally…

It was a busy day at the dinner, as both familiar and new faces filled the booths with bustling energy. The same old couple ordered their usual early bird special while a group of friends pick and poke at each other about a guy the one has been thinking about. It's been a good day.

Making my rounds through the dinner I stopped by the old couples booth to refill their drinks. With a soft smile and a gesture I began to pour them some more tea when I got a whiff of something rotten… Assaulted by the smell…I gag…

“...sorry I don't mean nothing by it…it's just that…”, I said apologetically, lifting my head.

The pitcher fell to the floor as I stumbled backwards away from the sight. The once lively couple now a sight only a psychiatric patient would imagine. Teeth…so many teeth…. They seemed to be joined at the waist like some monster from the movie The Thing. The smell was horrendous….

Backing away, I seemed to have stepped in something…chunky…slowly my eyes down to what I just put my foot in and in all my life I've never ran faster. The whole dinner seemed to be covered in what used to be the dear customers. Entrails to torn clothing it was EVERYWHERE….

Hyperventilating, I crammed myself under the counter like a child hiding from the boogieman. The sound of hysterical laughter started to cry out from behind the counter as the whole dinner was laughing at me ... .they were mocking me….

“NO …N-NO… STOP THIS!!!” I cried out, my head tucked between my legs. The masses continued their chorus of demonic laughter before uniting into a singular male voice.

“....ALEX….”

My blood froze, I couldn't tell if I wanted to look at it or if it was making me. Taking in what felt like it could have been my last breath, I looked up.

*BEEP!

*BE-...

It was just another dream….Just another damn dream….

Side note: so imma do arcs for each oc I have, so don't worry, not everyone will be based around Alex. The next one I'll work on after this one is complete is "Hippies and Cowboys" (yes, like the song) for Willie and Frankie. This one is called "Dream Walker," and it's gonna be based around Jack and Alex. Plus, Bernie will be in it, too.

Overall, my au is gonna be called "IT Stalks," so i hope some will like it....

#au stuff #there i finally posted some of it #fanfic #ITSTALKS au #laughing jack #creepypasta au #william grossman #enitity

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zevsarainai · 4 years ago

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i keep going into the sh*dow and b*ne tag and getting mad, but i just cant stop doing it jakdjsjdndn

anyway im gonna vent into the tags now so if you ship d*rklina, like the d*rkling, or just dont have any reading comprehension skills: look away

#just gonna start off saying i do not care what you ship do whatever you want just dont be a freak #but if youre gonna deny the fact that the d*rkling is a toxic piece of shit then fuck you #read that post yesterday where that person said hes not evil bc his motivations are good or something and like have you even read the book??#and i dont think we need to have the 'fiction does affect reality or else representation wouldnt matter' conversation again #denying d*rklina is a toxic ship is so wild to me like????? he kissed her against her will #threatened to kill and torture her and m*l multiple times #lied to her manipulated her and other girls #hes like a million years old and alina is like 17 in the books which its kinda fucked up hes interested in her At All #like PLEASE dont ignore these things and make me read dumb shit in the tags again damn #and to the ppl who keep saying dumb shit: pls learn some reading comprehension skills #thats all im done now #i was considering making an enite post but i dont want to actually start shit you know #shari speaks #will not put this in the main tag bc it would be shitty thing to do

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familiaanteomnia · 4 years ago

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to channel xav perhaps

#♥ i can’t breathe. 》 mun post #(aka the energy with which i can write some of his most feral habits because I am an chaotic enitity)

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mamaangiwine · 2 years ago

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Okay so *this* is what I'm talking about when I say that you gotta come to terms that magic can, and probably will, fuck you up a little.

"Are angels dangerous?" "Are demons dangerous?" "Are the fae dangerous?"

Like, yeah. They are, but the type of danger varies. Which is why, in my opinion, your time is better spent researching rather than worrying about it. Because you are going. To. See. Some. Shit.

And honestly the best way to counteract that isn't learning wards or protection magic, because it takes a while to find out what works for you and what works for you needs to be tested; like, do you think my once Jesus-hating ass would have ever dreamed that my most effective banishments would be the 'Our Father' and 'Hail Mary'?? Nah, the best way to counteract it is research, reverence and proper respect.

Anyways anon, if you'd like my suggestion it'd be that you start with grimoire work as most grimoires are the basis for demon invocation, but as I detailed here that's a long road with an interesting and messy history that I'd suggest you'd study first.

Do you have advice for how to start demon work? Is it dangerous?

I don't work with demons/daemons/etc, sorry. I can't really answer your question.

#sorry for hijacking this post #its just like #the third time ive seen this question in the past two weeks #magic #folk magic #spirituality #magic practitioners #demons #angels #fae #spirit work #enitity work #grimoire work

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sanguinetheomachy · 2 years ago

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RAHHHHH CRACK THEORY TIME

GUYS. SO IT'S BEEN AROUND 19 DAYS SINCE FELPS WAS KIDNAPPED YEAH? YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE 19TH DAY OF THE SERVER?

MARIANNA KILLED JUANAFLIPPA

THE 19TH DAY HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING.

What if this ISN'T about Cellbit, but instead Felps!? We know it's a possibility that they are turning the island inhabitants into Cucurucho / the Cucurucho clones. So what if the test tube/ cryochamber is just to keep Felps in place while they brainwash him fully? and so they can work on his body and transform him fully?

ALSO, Cellbit ended stream with Exit to a Film by Radiohead with an animated drawing of Cucurucho inverted

He also posted this on Twitter.

Cucurucho's LAST WORDS TO HIM were "You are the QSMP Census Buerau." Which is the first thing Cucurucho says upon meeting "Hello I am the QSMP Census Buerau"

(Getting into the crack here) WHAT IF it's too late. What if the Cucurucho BBH saw after he was taken is Cellbit? And that's the reason it couldn't really answer the questions with straight answers, or really at all.

This Cucurucho was also fishing, something we've never seen Cucurucho(s) have interest in before, and Cellbit said he was going to fish with Richarlyson...

Cucurucho has also been seen multiple times saying it's name isn't Cucurucho, when it was first seen it called itself Smile, when they were asked later they said Cucurucho and Osito Bimbo are not it's name.

When prompted with the Census Beurau questionnaire they didn't answer, instead fixing the typos. What if it doesn't know the answers? We already know the federation can erase memories, obviously they'd need to do that to turn them into Cucurucho and keep them on the island.

What if the Binary Enitities are the byproduct of this going wrong? That's why they want to make the residents happy, so they have an easier time during the inauguration. So that this time they're successful.

What if the inauguration has already begun for all of them?

Think about the questionnaire for a moment with me

All of it is in past tense. What was your name? What was your age? What if they're testing to see how much you do remember? How long they need before you'll join them?

And the last question, What do you like doing for fun? The only one in present tense. What makes you happy? What will make you accept the island as your home?

You are telling the federation exactly what to do, they're watching your every move. The only thing that will make Foolish happy is the cloud? He gets five minutes on it as a start. Forever wants to be peaceful with his son? Quackity and Cellbit are gone.

As far as I know, the only ones they will never be able to make fully happy are Badboyhalo, whom wants Skeppy, and the grieving parents.

It's only a matter of time before they take another, I think the next ones will be either one of Tazercraft, or one of the French.

#qsmp lore #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp brasil #qsmpbr #qsmp cellbit #qsmpblr #qsmp eggs #qsmp theory

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lgsx1ii · 2 years ago

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Alr before I drop the head cannons I'ma drop the lore first then I'ma post the head cannons.

Attached Au

An Au of Wally who's been trapped inside of a living being house, Isolated, like a bird wouldn't able to fly. no freedom but to be stuck in a cage being cramp inside wanting to be set free. Even cries or scream of calling for help won't do, Just trapped in there for three weeks.

Until then, An enitity would possessed Wally slowly before becoming into one. As now the living being Wally's house 'Home' now gone. As if home transfered himself or either an entity (that makes home alive.) Goes to Wally.

Wally became little different after being possessed that's sticks to him forever.

(This was before Julie, Frank, Poppy, Howdy and the others. moved into the neighborhood, His only neighbor right now was (Y/N), You.)

In that time, (Y/N) would be at the door waiting for their friend. But no answer, Even after days later on. (Y/N) couldn't stand there and to wait how they become extremely worried that Wally hasn't come out, Even through phone calls Wally didn't reply. Decided to bust down the door or shatter the glass window, Ended up home would push and knock over (Y/N).

Another week passed by of (Y/N) tempting to do anything to check on their friend to just either start wrecking the house.

(Yes (Y/N) is aware it's a bad thing to do to destroy and ruin's someone's property, Speaking of uh. .You know paying the damages. , But they can't help to see what's going on with their friend Wally. His your childhood friend after all. Couldn't lose someone who was there for you and to be loved and cared. It's painful really to lose someone your fond of. And Heck Wally is 'made of love' uh sort of that thing of how you called it.)

A week passed by. The door opens. (Y/N) widen their eyes to see. . Wally, Who's a bit different.

For now the present times. Wally would be very clingy around, His clothes are different and his hair is a bit messy and fluff. His getting all close to (Y/N) weirdly, But (Y/N) would assume it's just how Wally would act around (Y/N) like to tease and make fun of in a friend way to do. Flirting eachother like you know how Best friends would do to mess with, Their relationship shown to be platonic, Just friends that Wally seems be . . . interested in (Y/N) (?)

[If you like in a romantic way, then sure that's really fine to me since..for all Wally simps I'm gonna feed]

Till then the new neighbors arrive (The rest of the gang in welcome home.)

At first Wally is happy about that the people started to move in to this neighborhood, Same with (Y/N). But there's a tiny thing inside of Wally telling that 'I. .prefer to be alone with (Y/N) in this neighborhood. .' Since Wally sometimes has social anxiety with other new people and strangers. And (Y/N) will be the one to lead and do the talking of Wally is not In a mood or comfortable yet to talk.

Till the neighbors settled in, (Y/N) looks at Wally, noticing how his not in a mood to talk and grips onto (Y/N)'s sleeves. Hinting that they will be the one to do it. (Y/N) nods and walks up to the new neighbors with Wally gripping onto (Y/N)'s sleeves.

They introduce themselves first and greeted. 'Glad to see new faces around here, Hope you enjoy your stay and be settled in neighbors.'

They have a little conversation with eachother and the neighbors they move in. While Wally is being silent, That he felt his insides would be tighten, As in that enitity home transfer to Wally that is now turning into a regular house. Wally felt tighten in his insides (not in like a jealous way but like an anvil slowly suffocating him inside.)

(Y/N) looks down and noticed as they said they would give the neighbors some space to do their own thing. While (Y/N) leads Wally to their home, Just to have conversation of what just happen last three weeks ago. .and to comfort Wally in the meantime.

As they arrive, Wally groans in pain clutching his chest. (Y/N) places him down to the couch, They were about to go to grab things that makes Wally slow down his unease feeling or something makes Wally comfortable. But got pulled back by Wally. 'Stay. .friend. .'

(Y/N) sat down next to Wally and Pat's his back then to pet his head. Wally turns to (Y/N) with a soft smile getting comfort at to ease his stress away.

'now. .about three weeks ago, I need you to explain what made you isolate and not answering my calls. I was worried sick, Home won't let me in and keeps pushing me away and send be flying back to the ground. Not even a single bit not letting me inside to check on you. I was desperate and. . wanting to know what happen that I started to try to bust down the door and breaking the window and . .try to climb inside the chimney. Everything I tried to go inside that you were so quiet and made me panic. . What's been bothering you. .? Or is it has to do with home not letting you out.'

(Y/N) then waits for his response as Wally clutches his chest that the pain slowly fades away. He started to explain little by little while holding hands with (Y/N) to comfort Wally being traumatized by that 3 weeks ago.

'all I could remember is that Home seems to be not being it's usual self, I did treated him with respect that it deserves but it felt like something is on his. .uh head I guess, He watches my every move of my behaviour, When I try to sleep I hear these voices. Whispering as if someone was whispering in my ear. There's a time of this shadowy figure corner of my eye, Whenever I turn to look at it, It's not there anymore. And. .the eyes at night were to watch me. . everything. . .I hate it . .It's not even my clothes anymore that hangs on my. .chair. it's just something and like someone.'

Wally continues to explain what he remembers. Some of it just . .as if got erased on his head instantly. (Y/N) nods and continues to listen while rubbing his back to comfort.

"I mean the house was pretty much alive when we started to live here. I was skeptical and suspicious at first . . I didn't much like house that is 'alive' I just have this bad feeling. .when I see it for the first time. Isn't not normal of a house being alive and can interact. .?"

Wally nods in agreement, It's very unexpected and rare to see a living alive home out in the neighborhood. Which is now, It's just a regular home. Wally then and continues to explain. "I feel home is against me something. .around that uh. . time, But uh appreciate how home would let me eat. .and drink t-to of course not to die! Though I notice home changes behavior whenever I come home. .then the other next day, I was about to meet you to hang out and then home won't let me out anymore. Even if I try to tell him to open the door or anything to open. It won't let me."

Wally's hand grips tightly to (Y/N)'s hand. "I tried everything. . .The telephone got cutt off when I was about to call you for help. .like the wire been cutt off on it's own, I can't fix it since home shut the drawer lock tight where I could fix things. . .It just shuts everything. Closed of things I needed to help and get out."

"Then a week later, I. .became scared and terrified that the voices in my head are getting louder, The figure appears and disappears in a blink of an eye. .to the point I lost myself at this point. .I can't sleep. I can't eat well or drink of those thoughts and voices. .my favorite things to do is been locked away. Even if I try to find the key, It's just . .gone. I was so alone, Only I can do now is just sitting in the bed, Eat and drink and taking a bath. And I can't also use hairspray. Which I can imagine home doesn't like that also, As like it would make home be allergic or cough out. You know."

"Then it was the 13th day in 3 weeks, I haven't yet been free. Trapped alone in the dark and these- Stupid voices making me go insane and won't let me sleep in peace!" Wally raised his voice by accident, He breathes in and out. "Sorry that I raised my voice there. . Friend. .I didn't mean to startled you. . ." Wally apologize. As Wally received getting a head pat.

"It's fine really. .It's okay to let out your stress on me, I know that time is hell for you and I know you need to let that trouble some emotions or feelings whatever you describe needed to let out so the pain won't make it worse for you to keep it yourself. Cause I don't want my childhood friend to suffer worse that we've been through since childhood."

Wally looks up to them and smiled. His really glad that he met them. Really glad that their there if he needed. That they will lead be the one do it whenever Wally is not feeling the mood. That their good to notice thing when Wally isn't feeling well or comfortable. He really appreciates (Y/N) being there for him.

"Th..thank you. .(Y/N) I. . really appreciate you much. .so much . ." Wally slowly felt a tear on his eyes, As he wipes it away. "So. .your gonna continue? It's okay if you don't want to. Or you can write on a paper if you wanna continue, If none. We could chill and watch TV, Eat snacks that makes you less stressed then before. .Your choice."

". . ." Wally thinks for a moment, before continue so (Y/N) can know what Wally was in. Like what (Y/N) have mention about to open up his trouble feelings to let out the pain in his chest. "I'll. .continue. ."

"So what I said around 13th day of 3 weeks I haven't been let out by home. The day. .I got attacked by this. .entity figure, I didn't fight back since it was to fast and I couldn't react that quick as I got knock out. . ."

Wally felt a headache as he place his hand on his head, (Y/N) then rubs his head to massage for a little while. "I don't remember that then, It felt cold and . .alone in the dark. Till I woke up. . .I just felt different that my body felt cold. And. .heavy somehow, But now I think I'm now good. ."

". . .Do you have any injuries when you were attack? Like wounds...? Scars? Or. .Like you been trapped in there . .for weeks. .how am I supposed to just forget about that. .how am I suppose to be okay when your suffering in that house being-"

Wally wraps his arms around (Y/N). "I know it's hard to forget something that is scary, terrible experience and getting traumatized by that your brain wouldn't simply forget it. I know your very worried for that but. . I feel really fine now, Really. ." Wally gives (Y/N) a headpat to soothe down his stress.

They continue to talk to comfort eachother, Saying sweet words to lighten up the mood. Cracking a few jokes to make Wally laugh and (Y/N) laughing at Wally's terrible jokes. They decided to continue this topic some time for them to clear their head from all that happen.

One week later, It felt weird both of Wally and (Y/N) will get used to 'home' now turning into a regular home. Wally would be sleeping for a while in (Y/N)'s place whenever those terrible memories gets into his nerves.

He gets a little way close to (Y/N) whenever the neighbors who move in would approaches and greet them, As if Wally doesn't like (Y/N) to get close to them. His afraid of (Y/N) would just straight up abandon him or lose interest, He hates the feeling getting left out and would (Y/N) drag away.

Like they've been friends since they were little, And hated the feeling of that special person Wally is very fond of would just leave him behind. Jealous that his lack of attention, Annoyed if (Y/N) would talk to the other neighbors. He hates the feeling. He wants to get rid of his chest and just wanted to hang around (Y/N) alot.

There's a time Wally looses his patience and would grip the neighbor's hand tightly, As if his crushing it hard enough to feel pain and tears in it's eyes and telling to stop.

And a time Wally loosing himself, In (Y/N)'s house that his back started to grow tentacles. And one eye would be just staring where Wally's eye's go. Loosing his patience or to trigger him that his back will appear tentacles, That could wreck things on his way. Which (Y/N)'s house is messy.

(Y/N) would try to calm down their friend Wally with their stuff now getting destroyed and ruining and breaking. That they got grabbed by Wally's tentacles and toss them away with (Y/N) then lands safely and goes after Wally for a hug, It calms Wally down for him to stop wrecking things. As he hugs back tightly and place his head onto their shoulders.

What really unexpected in the future is that Wally accidentally killed Frank, That entity in him that it's very difficult to hold back and not go on killing. Or is it based on his strong negative emotions and feels that lead him to start slowly kill the neighborhood that looses his patience.

Leaving (Y/N) that Wally manages to control back with all his strength, And in the end (Y/N) would be traumatized how they witness that demon side of him that made him like this to suffer. Now that leads (Y/N) to think that 'home' did transfer something to his friend.

Wally manages to calm himself before his energy drains out from fighting back and lays his head on (Y/N)'s head.

After that. .'murder spree' incident, Somehow the universe reset back it's normal place. As the neighbor once before would like glitch their existence back to normal, as the Wally's incident to lose his control and kill everyone didn't happen. It give (Y/N) a mixed feeling his this universe functions. When someone dies. It just glitches back to existence. No one seems to die in this universe. *Unless if it's Wally Darling or (Y/N) that died, Then it would permanently killed them. And erase the universe into a new one.*

Like a game, You can kill any living being, As the npc's would just simply come back alive like nothing just happen. Except for the player. If the player dies, the file would just erased and wipe out existence from the file. Then to create a new one. (That's how I can best to describe since I really suck explaining..)

The history repeats itself, Wally goes crazy that he kills someone or by accident. That person would simply glitches back to come alive. Then (Y/N) will be the one to comfort Wally in the end.

Now about Wally has those mixed color on his eyes. It's when his huge positive emotions mostly 'the attach thing to (Y/N)' would be. .a little crazy and very clingy and loving to them. (Not I'm not making Wally a yandere for now, Just a little bit of obsession. Like very fond to (Y/N) and attached to them.)

But when (Y/N) would make Wally Darling annoyed and bothered much, He will be like 'home' used to be. Dragging (Y/N) away and puts them into his house. Locked. Tight. Shut. He was really scared that they would stop giving their best friend's attention. Leaving Wally behind.

Like home would caged Wally.

But this time Wally wouldn't do that, For him to put them in his house forever trapped and caged (Y/N) to not interact the other neighbors or even go to their house.

Did you know Wally can also control his house? Like he can control everything in his house, Like he can automatically open the door. Shutting windows and everything. And etc he can easily control. Now that Home was gone, Now It was Wally Darling's turn.

End.

Please note my Grammer do be suck cause English isn't my first language, Filipino here 🧍 and also maybe I'll be adding more into the lore If I had ideas.

#x reader #x y/n #oc #wally darling #wally welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home #welcome home lore #oc au #wally x y/n #wally x you #AttachAu

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