#i think i don't really know how to seek comfort? when i got injured in the first place these people (strangers) like kept me company for

[suddencolds]

vent//

[allllium]

Could I request a one shot with Simon Riley, where he is in a secret relationship. And one night when he was on a mission, at their shared home, one of their enemies (that they are hunting down in that mission) comes and kidnaps them. When they find the base where the enemy was, Riley went in to see his girlfriend being tortured? She gets rescued by him and seeks medical attention, as she passes out? But when she wakes up in the hospital it turns into a really fluffy moment? Maybe he gets on one knee?????

Not so Secret

~ I really hope I did your idea justice 🤞 I'm the best at writing for Simon yet or angsty hurty stuff so hopefully you enjoy this sweet little moment

~ Fluff, Torture (Mentioned), WC: 1,559

~ Simon can't live without you

Simon can feel his heart beating out of his chest. You're gonna be fine, he keeps reminding himself. No one on the team has anything in the last couple hours. Good thing. Simon might lose his mind if they try to make small talk in this situation. You're gonna be fine, he reminds himself again, leaning his head against the wall.

You were taken by the enemy team on what was supposed to be a perfectly safe mission. Get the information and get out. Simple. It only took an hour before they found you but in that time you were badly injured. You're alive he mutters under his breath. He can feel Price's eyes burning a hole into him but he still doesn't say anything.

Simon practically jumps out of his chair when the doctor comes through the door. Ignoring every word that comes out the doctors mouth, he pushes his way past and into your room. Price can deal with all the details, right now Simon just needs to see you. Just confirm that you're alive.

You're sleeping when he walks in. More like knocked out with drugs but either way you look peaceful. As peaceful as you can with bruises covering your face. He carefully takes a seat next to the bed. He lets out a deep breath as he sits there watching you. Thinking over everything that happened that day and everything he could have done to stop it, which was nothing.

He sits there long enough to doze off, something he rarely ever does when not in the comfort of his own home. You're presence just has the ability to make him feel comfortable anywhere.

"You're lucky it hurts to move or I'd have drawn a mustache on your face." You voice draws him awake.

"No one would see it through the mask." He responds, keeping his eyes closed. It's a weird feeling, having someone you love in the hospital. He doesn't want to open his eyes, he doesn't want to believe you got hurt.

"I'd know it's there and that's enough for me. Look at me Simon." You demand. He listens, opening his eyes to the brightness of the hospital room. The white walls, white lights, and white ceiling don't strike him as the best thing for healing patients.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, looking into your eyes.

"I'm alright, and you?" You sit up in the uncomfortable bed as an attempt to get more comfortable.

"I'm not the one in a hospital bed." He whispers. Eyes darting all over the room.

"True. It's not the funnest." You crack a small smile. You know exactly how he thinks, how much he blames himself. You know it's a result of trauma and you want nothing more than to be able to reassure him in times like this Unfortunately, words aren't enough to undo this way of thinking. "Join me?" You pat the empty space on the bed.

"No." He replies instantly, immediately worried about injuring you further.

"Okay I might have phrased that like a question but it wasn't. Get on this bed and sit with me so I can feel better."

He stays silent. Debating the options he has. Or more so the options he doesn't have.

"You have two seconds or I'm coming to you."

That gets him moving. At this point he knows better than to dismiss your threats. Before moving however, he takes a moment to take off his mask, something he never wears when it's just the two of you.

"Fine, you know you're not supposed to leave that bed yet." He tries to keep a demanding tone but to you it's just laced with concern. You have a wide grin on your face as he scooches in the bed with you. You end half way on top of him with how small the bed is.

"So what happened while I was sleeping?" You ask, absentmindedly tracing the tattoo on his arm.

"I have no idea. I've been here." He keeps his sentences short and simply. A habit he's picked up over the years.

"The whole time? Aw you big softy." Your heart flutters at his confession.

"M' not."

"Mhm. Whatever you say." You chuckle softly.

"Do you need anything? Water? Food? Drugs?" He kisses your forehead.

"I'm alright. Now stop it."

"Stop what? I'm trying to be helpful."

"No you're blaming yourself. I know you." You lean up in order to look into his eyes. He may be secretive but his eyes aren't.

"I'm not. I'm just thinking of all the ways I can protect you in the future."

"Okay let's say that I believe you. How would you stop this from happening again? You weren't even there." At this point you're sitting up as much as you can, putting an arm on Simon's chest to keep you upright.

"Well right now I'm thinking of locking you in my house so you can never leave and therefore never be hurt." He tells you, being completely serious.

"I'm gonna ignore that because you would like a stalker." You laugh. "Where's the rest of the guys?"

"Outside. I locked the door when I came in."

"Simon! Go unlock the door." You want to say you're surprised but not even a little bit of it is out of the ordinary for Simon.

"No. I'm comfortable here. And I don't wanna go back to acting all professional."

"Simon, you've been in here for what I'm guessing is hours considering it's now nighttime with the door locked. I don't think our secret is much of a secret."

"Maybe not. But I want you all to myself." The look on his face reminds you of a sad puppy. Which is a face he makes very often.

"And you say you're not a softy." You scoff.

"I'm not!" He exclaims, trying hard to protect his reputation that you don't believe for a second.

"Whatever you say, sweetie." You smirk as his face lights up a shade of red. Here we have a massive, cold, military man, blushing at one simply pet name, it's enough to give anyone a huge ego.

After you're little period of talking, you fall into a comfortable silence. With you laying back down onto his chest.

"How are you feeling?" He asks after just a few minutes.

"I'm okay." You quickly reaffirm him. "How about you."

"I'm fine."

"Nope tell me the truth. You've asked me that many times now."

"Just checking."

"Simon."

"I love you." He says out of nowhere.

"I love you too."

"Can we get married."

"What?!" You shoot up, wincing in the process.

"I wanna get married."

"Now??" You practically yell. Of course you wanna marry him but you're really confused.

"No I mean later. I just wanna know that we will."

"You mean be engaged?" You can't stop the strange expression that your face makes as you try and decifer what he means.

"Is that not what you want?" He asks, the fear evident in his voice.

"That's not what I said. But we've never talked about marriage I mean not as deep as we should have. I don't want you to want to marry me just because I got hurt." You start to ramble, talking so fastcyou don't even know if he can understand you. He can. He's gotten used to your nervous rambles.

He smiles bigger than you think you've ever seen him. "I've wanted to marry you since the moment we first met."

"Okay you sound more and more like a stalker the more you talk."

"Is that a no?"

"No, it's a we can be engaged as long as you're being serious. And we'll stay engaged for a while because we're not ready to be married anytime soon."

"So next months not gonna work for you?" He laughs, genuinely laughs.

"No I think I'm busy then." You retort. You want to marry him, you know that for sure, but not until you're healed, and not until you both get better at being together.

"I can wait."

"Can you go let the guys in? Cuz the way you're staring at me is making me nervous."

"I love you."

"Door, Simon."

You try to surpress the wild grin on your face as he gets up to open the door for the others. They all walk in with matching suspicious smirks.

"What have I said about eavesdropping?" You immediately question, looking right at Soap.

"Not to do it." He looks down at his feet like a child being scolded.

"That's right, yet here you are."

"It's not my fault!" He immediately defends himself and points to Price. "He's the one that walked by the door and talk me you were talking about marriage."

You turn your sharp gaze over to Price, "and here I thought you were the responsible one." You shake your head in disappointment. You can hear Simon and Gaz laughing behind them. Being more than amused at the scolding you give you captain.

"You're right. I will reflect on my actions and do better in the future." He jokes.

Also shaking his head, Simon makes his way back to your bedside. Sitting beside you and putting an arm around your waist. You have a feeling now that your secrets out he won't keep his hands off you. But you're okay with that.

[queer-n-here]

Hey, I hope you're doing well. I saw your post regarding sending requests of different fandoms. I hope that you're familiar with MHA. If so, could you write a Dabi x gn! Reader?

Where the reader helps Dabi, by mending his bruises and calming him down after he comes back bruised up after a fight and angry because he didn't expect to get this injured.

Just wholesome fluff <3

Take your time! Totally understandable if you don't know the fandom.

🩷

Here you go! Also, I haven't really watched MHA (but I know stuff) so like Dabi might be a lil ooc here.

Contents: Post- Shoto v/s Dabi scenario where Dabi seeks gn!reader out.

Warnings: Uh... Hurt/comfort. That's it? No smut.

There was a knock on your door.

You frowned, raising your head sleepily from your bed. But you weren't annoyed, not really. The entire Paranormal Liberation Front knew better than to disturb you unless there was a life and death situation.

And so you pushed yourself out of bed and stood, stretching your limbs as you walked over to the door of your room. When you pulled open the door, however, sleep deserted your mind like a scared deer.

It was Dabi.

There was blood on his face.

He looked up at you, eyes slightly dazed, seemingly surprised at his arrival on your doorstep.

You knew what was wrong; he had no need to speak.

"Come in," You stood aside, and after a moment of looking at you as if he was lost, Dabi entered.

You led him to your bed, and he sat down.

"I didn't mean to come here, I..." He trailed off, looking so unsure of himself it hurt your heart.

Dabi was almost never like this. You couldn't imagine the pain he'd gone through to thoroughly numb himself like that. It made you ache.

"It's alright," You said, voice slightly hoarse from just having woken up, even if it was the middle of the day. "Since you're already here, stay a while."

He nodded.

You couldn't be upfront and ask him what he was thinking. He'd shut himself up, smirk at you, and joke about your concern. That was the last thing you wanted. So you opened a bed-side drawer and pulled out a stack of tissues.

"Here, clean the blood off." You handed it to Dabi.

He tried, rubbing messily at the blood that flowed endlessly from his patchy skin, and you realized that it was his blood, the sort that dripped from his seams when he would otherwise be crying.

It made you want to pull himself to you, press him into your bones and hide him from the world. But you steeled yourself.

Taking the tissues form his hands, you helped him clean up.

"Hah, look at you, I need to help you with this too now." You joked, your voice cheerful in a way that you weren't feeling.

Joking was required here, if you acted too soft on him, he'd pull away, say he didn't need to be babied. You had to take care of him in a way that didn't let him know you were.

So you smiled at him, wiping the blood off till it didn't flow anymore.

You threw the tissues away, and turned to look at Dabi again. He was sitting slightly hunched, as if he had no strength in his body, his hands limp on his lap.

"How was the fight with Todoroki?" You asked him, in a seemingly casual tone.

"Fine," Dabi's hoarse voice was even more hoarse.

"Hmm," You stood up from the bed, and immediately his hand wrapped around your wrist.

"Where are you going?" There was accusation in his eyes.

You smiled. "Nowhere. I was out earlier today, bought some stuff. Got some for you, too. Don't you want your present?"

He hesitated, then let go. He nodded.

You rummaged in a drawer before pulling a bag out, walking back to Dabi and plopping down on the bed beside him before handing him the bag. He took it from your hands, and peeked inside.

It was a pack of sweets.

"What am I, a kid?" Dabi said, his voice slightly hollowed.

You raised your hand and knocked on his forehead, making him look up at you, slightly surprised. "You said it, not me."

And then slowly, miraculously, Dabi smiled. His cheeks pulled back and his eyes glowed, and in that moment he was so beautiful you almost lost your mind.

"I'm not the one who likes Optimus Prime." He said.

You feigned offense. "What did you just say? Optimus Prime is not for kids, it's for everyone!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Dabi chuckled, and somehow, at the end of it, his head was on your shoulder.

You let him put it there.

There was silence in your room for a while after that, and when you looked at Dabi again, he'd already fallen asleep.

So you put him to bed, pulling off his shoes and gently lowering him onto the bed before covering him with your blanket. You sat at the edge of the bed, watching him sleep.

"Dabi, you big buffoon, what am I gonna do with you?"

[psi-spectacular]

Since I saw @kibasniper111 do this for the campers, I wanna do some headcanons I have for the interns! Also they get sadder as you go down, be warned.

Raz

Trans kid who's fully accepted by his parents. Sorry I just really can't see the aquatos being transphobic and genuinely don't think transphobia is super common in the psychonauts universe? He's unlabeled at the moment and uses he/him pronouns.

Nona mixing up Raz's name with his brothers is because her brain had to connect Raz now having a boy name and connecting that to the other brothers so shes just a lil confused but shes got the spirit

He has (currently) undiagnosed autism, mostly because 1. there is no way the aquato family is able to afford a psychologist but 2. Augustus is also autistic and they have similar mannerisms, sensory issues, and stims so most of the family doesnt suspect that Raz is neurodivergent, they just think he takes after his father.

His helmet and googles are very much comfort items, but they also help with sensory issues. While they block out noise and reduce color in the area around him if needed, his helmet also stops him from constantly hearing the thoughts of others, which can easily overwhelm him.

He's mostly able to speak to smaller animals, mainly rodents like mice, rats, and squirrels, since they were the ones that were most common at different areas he would travel too.

He fell into water and almost drowned when he was little and that was the biggest thing that spurred the "hand of galocchio" thing.

Raz spent a lot of time in libraries and bookstores in the many towns he's traveled to in between practice and shows, and that was the way he discovered both his love for psychology and true psychic tales.

Raz is sensory seeking and douses everything he eats in hot sauce and spices. He'll try pretty much anything as long as its free and remotely edible. This extends to touch, he likes rubbing his hands on textured surfaces, especially velvet and fur.

He rubs his gloves on his face, bites, and scratches at them when he's stressed, so they're worn down where he's done it.

He has a plush toy Nona made him when he was a baby that used to be a rabbit but it's been repeatedly bitten, crushed, splattered in mud, and fixed so many times that it barely looks like a specific thing anymore, But he refuses to part with it no matter what.

His relationship with the junior agents goes from "eugh its weird having a kid here, we can't swear anymore." to "hello, this is our emotional support 10 year old, his name is shitfuck, we feed him moss, he's the golden retriver that keeps the cheetahs in our hearts from going insane, we constantly make fun of him and if you do anything to hurt his feelings no one will find your body."

Dona taught him how to forage and cook when he was little.

He enjoys dressing up and acting out roles whenever he can, and is very quick on his feet with his roles. He gets into LARPing later in life.

Raz doesn't have a specific specialty, so he's a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to powers.

Morris

Another trans dude, Wowza. He's been out for a shorter time than Raz, but he's pretty comfortable with where he is right now. He's also bi! Woo.

He's peruvian, and was orphaned at a very young age before being adopted at around age 5 by his moms. He's currently 16.

He was one of Milla's orphans, but he was very young when the fire happened and he doesn't remember what happened or Milla, but his back did get injured in the fire and never fully healed, and that's why he's in the wheelchair.

His moms are rockabillies who own a motorcycle repair shop in the outskirts of Trujillo, They're big into 50's american culture and almost always have the radio on to whatever rock station is playing at the time, which helped inspire his love of radio and older fashion style. The albums he plays on KLOB are the only ones they let him bring because they were copies of records they already had.

He has a regular wheelchair with, you know, wheels, but when he fully learned levitation he found it easier to move around with a chair on a lev ball, especially on rougher terrain, so thats what he usually uses.

Despite his amount of Rizz he has no clue that Adam has a crush on him (not totally his fault, Adam's attempts of flirting are stuttery at best). He's just. Slightly oblivious to the feelings of others.

He acts like he doesnt care what people think. He very much does, and has some very overcompetative tendancies.

He and Gisu met in the motherlobe and have been part of the intern program for the longest, spending three years doing dumb shit in the woods while brushing off their intern duties or whatever they are.

He immediately took Queepie under his wing and they end up becoming really good friends, even if he isn't the greatest DJ. Cause he's, yknow, like 8.

Gisu

She/Her Intersex transmasc bisexual. Binds.

She's an Iranian immigrant who lives in a small town in the midwest, Same town as Lizzie and Norma. They're families know each other and they're childhood friends.

AuDHD and NPD.

She's an only child and lives with her mother and grandparents. She's slightly spoiled and they pretty much let her do whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't get arrested.

She's autistic and has a special interest in paleontology and robotics. She was part of her school's robotics team before joining the psychonauts.

She's very much a romantic, but tends to leap into crushes quickly and gets her heart broken.

Speaking of, she and Norma are QPPs.

Morris and her are besties and each others hypeman.

She has a tendency to work on her projects late into the night to the point of not noticing that its three in the morning by the time she finishes something.

She's easily able to focus on something that interests her, but if she doesn't think its something she would like to do, she procrastinates and avoids it like the plague. She gets easily distracted when she finally does get started.

Has a fursona. Its an otter.

BIG Boy band fan. All paul but also n-street, synced up boys, and whatever she can get her hands on. She doesn't care if its considered "trashy", it sounds good to her ears!

Also daft punk.

She loves Dion for his lack of swag and dumb barry b benson ass expressions

She was raised muslim and is personally agnostic but Sam convinced her Jesus and Moses were psychic and she constantly pisses Norma (catholic) off by bringing it up.

She's smart and gets good grades but doesn't have much respect for authority. She has A's and B's despite skipping most of her classes.

Adam

Transfem gay, but currently unaware of his gender, mostly from repression and not feeling the need to go too far inward. (Dont all guys wish they could wake up in the body of a girl and have no one question it and call him a she?) She/He, 16 years old.

She's from a rich, very influential family in britan known for having a lot of successful and gifted members. There's a lot of push for all the kids to do something "big" with their lives, and many begin to achieve that at very young, most having scholarships and awards at young ages.

And then there's Adam. Her biggest achievements are being

Truman's intern and that time she reached the quarterfinals of the county debate tournament. She's surrounded by ivy bound prodigies and musical geniuses and she's just… some history buff. She fades into the background noise, and feels like she's failing her family despite his best efforts.

Not fully conscious of the amount of wealth his family has. What do you mean your family doesn't send you 80 dollar tea overseas every month?

On a lighter note, He's taken it upon himself to become a bit of a "big brother" to Raz because he has a sibling around his age and he reminds her of them. She's trying to teach him how to play tetris. • As mentioned before, he has a crush on Morris but is terrible at flirting. He's one of Morris' few listeners on KLOB, but mostly does it because he enjoys hearing his voice.

She and Lizzie are absolutely TOIGHT. Lizzie immediately pinned her as a dweeb first time they met and she was right. They became a lot friendlier over time and were pen pals when Adam went back home after their first year.

Adam's eyes are all funky because he's got extra strong aura reading abilities, but the downside is that he basically goes blind for a while sometimes and has to orient around the world by seeing others auras and how they reflect off and affect objects.

Had a cringey katana-and-fedora phase when she was like 13. He tries to repress the memory. Her friends won't let her live it down because they have photo evidence.

Telekinesis specialist

Sam

CW For parental neglect, bullying, and parentification. Hoo boy lotta thoughts here.

Genderfluid Xenogendered Lesbian but not fully out to people who aren't the other junior agents. 14 and uses any pronouns but mainly she/her publicly.

Her family life is... strained. She lives in a pretty small town in the middle of nowhere, southeast america. Her family was normal when she still felt like a kid, but after Dogen acidentally blew up a bullies head, it became a frantic rush of lawyers, policemen, and hospital visits.

Since her parents were frequently away trying to figure out ways to mitigate Dogens abilities and find ways to settle the lawsuit they got, Sam would spend many hours alone. She quickly had to figure out how to cook and gather food outside to sustain herself because they would sometimes be in too much of a rush to prepare anything or be gone for longer than expected.

As things started to calm down, her parents would leave her alone with Dogen while they went off doing whatever else, and when they came back they would be too tired or too stressed to help her with anything.

She spent most of her days in the companionship of animals, almost always got up whenever Dogen was hungry or sick or had a nightmare, just to feed him and make sure he was okay.

Her parents basically treated her like a third adult when she was like 10, venting to her and letting her do most of the chores in the house when they were away, and they never really left her with a babysitter because she's "so mature for her age".

She has a strong fear of developing it herself, so she represses her anger. When someone is being mean to her and she starts focusing more on not blowing up than whats happening so she gets an unfocused look which leads to more teasing.

She eventually decided to just play into the "stupid weird girl" role, hoping being the butt of a joke in a friend group and making people laugh would help ease up her anger if she just laughs it off as her being dumb. (This ended up leaking into her and Norma's relationship and was part of the reason why they broke up.)

She did actually get in prison! She had a meltdown when the teasing became too much and attacked one of the girls in her "friend" group. She got sent to juvie for that. Her parents had to get a lot of recommendations from Compton to get her into the intern program and send her away.

The anxiety is genetic!!! Yayyyy!! Same with the autism.

Her trauma's left her with a very dysfunctional view of relationships and uses the animals as a way to feel like she has some control over her life and that she isn't a servant, she can lead too and help others improve themselves. This ended up leaking into

Heavy backstory stuff outta the way, back to the present. Sam's nickname is barncat because she runs off in the middle of the night and comes back the day after covered in mud and whatever else. She's basically made herself queen of the questionable area and forages for food and scrap metal at night. also she occasionally hacks up hairballs. no one wants to know why

Despite her.. questionable pancakes, Sam is actually a very good chef! She's just better at using more dubious ingredients.

She has PCOS and is on birth control to regulate it (projecting...)

Also IBS! She gets random tummy aches a lot and has zero clue why it happens.

Sam's kinlist includes raku chan gregor samsa and that canary she saw once when she was a kid

Sam constantly masks back home and the motherlobe is the only place she feels she can be weird and free. She used to have longer hair but she lopped it off sometime during her internship because dysphoria (i hc its like end of summer so near the end of the intern program that year)

Sam ends up deciding to become Raz's weird older sister. Sam has no braincells, raz simultaneously has a lot of and no braincells at the same time, but when they're together they somehow add up to -7. She gives Raz advice that ranges from suprisingly helpful to very dubious

She really does love her grandpa, even if she's seen less and less of him throughout her life.

Her specialty is zoolingualism, but I think she'd be skilled at abilities that require her hands, like Psi-Punch and confusion bombs. She used mental connection to create a lasso of sorts she calls "critical thinking" which lets her lasso enemies and tie them down.

Norma

Cw for emotional abuse and manipulation.

Norma's a trans girl, who uses she/her pronouns exclusively. She's a lesbian, 15 years old. She's also Afro-Filipina.

I've mentioned this, but her mother is the mayor of the town they're from. They've very much in the higher rung of their town when it comes to wealth.

Norma's mother is very cold and analytical, constantly seeing most things she does as transactional. Every positive interaction is a step towards a vote, every negative action reflects badly on her status. Average politician. This extends to her daughters and how she expects them to act.

She's the kid that's always trying to be on her parents good side, because failure isnt tolerated in their family and definite high expectations for both sisters and how they're supposed to behave. The two of them constantly needed to fight to get their mothers affection and love. But Lizzie's pretty much given up on trying to appease her, so despite her powers being seen as "less rare", she's the preferred child now.

Her mom uses her as a token of "I'm not transphobic! I have a trans kid!" Despite, in private, constantly misgendering her and insisting she barely change her name (norman to norma) You know how transphobes are a minority in this verse? Yeeep. Its better for her mom to pretend her views are something else so she can get more votes.

Should I add the two of them had a catholic upbringing? Big amount of guilt on her end but at the same time a sense of superiority and entitlement. She's devout and retreats into religious studies as a coping mechanism

Raz makes her feel threatened in her status as "#1 student" and she's very aggressive about it.

She's still not over her and Sam's breakup and is slowly starting to obsess over her and why it ended.

Norma is a big fan of detective shows like Columbo, Sherlock, and Death Book. She absolutely wants to be a detective and solve mysteries, part of the reason why she joined the intern program.

She has NPD, BPD, Autism, and struggles with insomnia.

Despite her last name, neutral to christmas.

Shes a teachers pet and would remind the teacher of the homework just to piss a specific person off.

Touch averse, only lets people she trusts touch her.

She's a closet weeb and uses her psychic abilities to make her glasses glow like an anime character

She has a sherlock based tumblr (or livejournal or whatever you want them to use) and gets into ship discourse at 3 am. She also writes amateur death note yaoi. On paper. She gets so embarassed about it she burns it as soon as she's done.

She misses the time she spend with her sister and envies how much freedom she has from rebelling against her parents. She wishes she could do the same but also wishes they could go back to normal so Lizzie can have a seat at the dinner table again.

She can do glassblowing with her hands.

Lizzie

Same CWs as Norma, Cw for emotional abuse and manipulation.

She's closeted genderqueer and a lesbian, uses They/She pronouns. She and Norma are twins but Norma insists she's the older one.

She's just given up on her relationship with her parents. No matter what they do, she isn't going to go back to constant competition and stress. She doesn't want that anymore. The Natividad sisters give off "rich parents in a gated community" vibes but Lizzie abhors their entire lifestyle and spends like 90% of her time outside the house doing random shit

She's realized the privilege that comes with her position, and decided to hang out more in punk spaces and with kids considered "teen delinquents" or "the wrong crowd".

She prefers dumpsterdiving and thrifting over the stuff her parents buy her, stitching and crafting her own clothes is an act of rebellion because they constantly scold her for wearing "Rags".

Her parents finally gave up, deciding to go "Fine, you want to be stubborn? We'll just pretend you don't exist." They give her somewhere to live but otherwise don't acknowledge her existence in the family until she learns to behave. She created a second hangout spot in an abandoned building with her friends and she'd spend long hours there.

She'd rather be a high school slacker who hangs out with poorer punk kids who arent "in the right groups" and actually have a social life than fighting for the spot of "perfect precious angel child" for the rest of her life. No matter how many punishments they give her. She won't let anyone know, but the way her parents treat and talk about her really hurts.

She has undying hatred for hostile architecture and drags Norma along to melt the spikes.

She fake smokes. Using candy cigarettes and using her powers to make smoke because it makes her look cool but she doesn't want lung cancer.

Very into Christmas but more into the gift making and pagan traditions.

She reads vampire romance novels for flirting tips (and also cuz they're her guilty pleasure). She also pretends to be a vampire sometimes.

She enjoys going cryptid hunting and scouring local forums for information.

Hates wearing fancy dresses. Ripped up skirts and suits ONLY.

Introduced Norma to anime, favorite is Akira and fave manga is Battle Angel Alita.

[toastedjeans]

I can finally properly introduce my AU (hopefully tumblr doesn't mess up the formatting)

Amazing Digital Cryptids!!

In this AU, the human world is inhabited by cryptids, and humans are determined to hunt them down for profit or publicity. But since these creatures are so elusive, they have to find a way to locate them first. And that's where our first character comes in.

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Caine

Caine is a creature specifically bred by humans to help them seek out other cryptids. His bowtie has a hidden camera so they can follow him around and capture footage. But Caine isn't aware of any of this at all. Some cryptids (like Kaufmo and Queenie) notice how human attacks get more frequent after Caine came around, and figure out he's basically a spy. So they start to bury underground and get extremely hostile towards anything and everything (this is this AUs version of abstraction). But Caine just likes to get to know other creatures, and fly around and cuddle Kinger

Kinger

Kinger is a giant centipede-like creature, and he is very friendly, gentle and curious. Most other cryptids are intimidated by him at first, but only because of his sheer size. He enjoys crawling through the woods and watching all the different critters. The fluff around his neck and on his back is incredibly soft, and the other cryptids like cuddling into it. Kinger doesn't mind, and even enjoys it, but sometimes he forgets when others are laying on him and gets startled. It was originally his and Caine's idea to stick together, and over time, other creatures start to join their little group.

Zooble

Zooble is basically a shape shifting creature, but they're cursed to never have matching limbs or wings. Because of their appearance, they're avoided by other creatures, so they're a loner and don't care about anyone. But they soon open up when they join the group.

Gangle

Gangle is a shy snake cat thing. She becomes closest and most comfortable with Zooble, but also often hides in Kinger's fluff, mostly from Jax. She can coil up like a snake and often loafs like a cat. She's suspicious of any creature that joins their group at first, but comes around to them eventually. Even if Jax keeps bullying her.

Ragatha

Ragatha acts as the moral support of the group, trying to keep everyone together. She's friendly, and is always there to comfort others. The scars and stitches all around her body are from attacks from other creatures, or even human traps. I like to believe Kinger and Caine found her injured and healed her up, and she stuck around since then. The snakes on her head are very curious and affectionate, they don't bite and they're not venomous. I feel like she used to be afraid of Kinger at first (seeing that he's a centipede), but became used to him quickly.

Jax

Oh boy, Jax. I couldn't think of much for him so he's basically a Jackalope / Wolpertinger. Just that his limbs are really long, and i gave him a seemingly endless pouch where he stores various things and food. Basically cartoon character logic. He likes bullying and scaring others for fun, especially Gangle and Kinger because of their reactions. I accidentally made him more horror AU looking, but oh well.

Pomni

Pomni is a human who recently got turned into a cryptid, hence why she's still wearing clothes. She is understandably confused, and wants to return to her life and humanity, but she can't. Some creatures see her as a threat, and humans would hunt her down, and she doesn't know what to do. And that's when she comes across the group, who take her in. She becomes most comfortable with Ragatha, who keeps her spirits up during this strange and confusing time.

[book-reaper]

Closer

Please note that this is my first time posting on Tumblr so please be kind since I don't really know what I'm doing.

TW?: Smut, and biting kink (giving and receiving), ft. Will Graham at the end. Read at your own risk. No minors pls.

Also no use of Y/N, I sort of made up a character but if you guys like her I have a couple ideas for a story with the three of them. But buckle up this is longer than I intended it to be.

Amara was fast asleep beside Hannibal as something inside him woke him. Something deep and primal was demanding more and more attention, remaining unsatisfied and unrelenting until it got what it wanted. Opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling he took a moment to assess this new feeling. Soon enough he realized this feeling was directed towards the woman still sound asleep next to him, unaware of the new urge that plagued him. Taunted him.

As he placed together the pieces of what he was feeling he looked over at her. The woman that was so much like him and yet so different. He can still remember the day he met her for the first time with clarity that he hoped would never go away.

Hannibal was standing next to Will and Alana as they observed the girls. The Butterflies as they had referred to themselves several times. There were twelve sitting in the room hidden mostly by their hospital beds that they had pushed to the center of the room and placed in a circle. Each bed coming into place made them just a tad safer, a tad more hidden, as they sat in the center of the circle quietly talking to one another and seeking comfort in those that could truly understand what they had gone through.

“The other one, Amara, is upstairs. She was pretty seriously injured in the escape.” Jack’s voice came up from behind them.

“How bad is it?” Alana asked, always the first to worry.

“Gunshot wound to the leg, stab wound in the abdomen, a fairly serious amount of blood loss, some trauma to the head but it looks like she’ll be fine.” Jack reassured.

“I don’t think any of them will be fine for a long time.” Alana had remembered the pictures of the place they had been. Over two hundred other Butterflies had been chemically preserved and mounted into glass cases lining the walls of their hell.

Hannibal was intrigued by the wings. Each girl had a different pair of wings tattooed onto her back. A different type of butterfly. Each one was unique and crafted with care. The shapes were distinct and shading meticulously perfect. Each pair was a work of art.

“They are keeping her separate from the others?” Will asked, unsure if it is the best move to keep her separated from the only support network she had.

“The extent of her wound means they would need to keep a closer eye on her, change her bandages, and check on her far more frequently than the others; however anytime someone enters the room the butterflies get stressed out. They are most likely separating her so they can treat her without making what the others are going through worse for them.” Hannibal explained briefly.

“While the majority aren’t willing to speak to anyone much less talk about what exactly happened, she is apparently an open book.” Jack reiterated what the charge nurse had told him.

“She’s talking about what happened?” Alana asked, surprised.

When Hannibal had entered the room he remembers feeling an unexplainable sense of possessiveness at seeing her standing by the window rather than laying in bed. Two nurses were stood on either side of her asking her to go back to bed.

“Bailey, Dezeray, I understand that you’re trying to do what’s best for me, and I appreciate that, but if I have to lie around for another minute I think my mind will break here more than it ever did in The Garden.” She told them calmly. Something about her oozed a sense of serenity and calm. Whatever it was made the nurses feel comfortable to let her stand and move around with the promise she won’t over do it, despite that being the only things she shouldn’t be doing with her injuries.

Maybe it was that very feeling of serenity she gave him that made him fall for her in the end. Maybe it was how easily she got the two nurses charged with her care to let her do things she shouldn’t be doing. Maybe it was her wings. They were the wings of his favorite butterfly after all. Greta Oto, The Glass Butterfly. Maybe it was her small frame that came in at a mighty 5’3. Maybe it was the look in her eye that he nearly missed as she recounted the events that took place in The Garden and her escape. 

The subtle darkness that shifted over her eyes as she recounted how she killed each of the three men keeping her and the others captive before returning to her enclosure to free them. A predator disguised as prey protecting her kaleidoscope. Maybe it was a combination of her beauty with her cleverness, her logic, her level of emotional control and regulation, her persuasiveness that seemed to come as easily to her as breathing, her sharp instincts as he recognised her clocking what he was within a few moments of meeting him, her sense of hearing which complimented his sense of scent wonderfully.

Maybe it was all of those things. Maybe it was none of them. Regardless he found himself awake before the sun and the side of him that he had only ever heard telling him to kill, to consume, now telling him to hold her. To get closer to her. And so he did. He was careful not to wake her as he pressed his body against her back and locked her in place with his arm. 

Closer. It urged. He pressed his body flush against her and slid his other arm under where her head rested on the pillow, allowing him to gently place his nose into her hair and flood his senses with her. She stirred gently at the movement but remained asleep.

Closer. It voiced. He tenses slightly, the arm around her unconsciously pulling her tighter against him. He would have to wake her to get even closer. 

Closer. It demanded. Hannibal knew that when that side of him started demanding things it would get what it wanted in the end. There was no denying it but he could hold it off for a little while. Hopefully long enough. Hannibal gently brushed the hair away from his beloved's neck, exposing the soft sensitive flesh to the beast of a man. He gently placed feather light kisses all along the column, gradually getting firmer. Trying to slowly and gently wake her from slumber. 

Amara was a light sleeper, always had been, so she was awoken by the faint kisses being placed on her neck by rather familiar lips. Enjoying the unprompted affection she laid still and fought to keep the smile off her lips. A battle she lost as he got more firm. If she hadn’t known any better she would say that Hannibal was acting needy. Hannibal, not seeing the lazy smile on her lips, only pulled his lips back from their spot just behind her ear and paused briefly as she let out a content hum.

Now knowing she was now awake he kissed his way up from her shoulder to her jaw. As he got closer she shifted onto her back so she could look up at him. As he locked eyes with him she gently brought her hand up to run her fingertips along his cheekbone. Hannibal's eyes fluttered shut as his body relaxed slightly when it was satisfied for a meer moment before demanding more. Amara noted that Hannibal needed something although she wasn’t entirely sure he knew what he needed. 

But her touch seemed to soothe the fire coursing through his body but as he opened his eyes again she found a certain type of hunger within them that she had satiated less than 12 hours ago before they had cleaned up and gone to sleep. Hannibal knew she knew what he needed even if he hadn’t figured it out yet himself. He could see it in her eyes and soul that read him with an ease that no one else had.

She gently smiled at him and grabbed his shoulder, softly pulling and insisting he lay atop her. He did so without resistance and placed his forehead on hers, simply taking a moment to breathe in her presence and the passive effect it seemed to have on every part of him. Almost shyly, she reached up and kissed him. Short and quickly at first, hoping to get him to understand what it was he needed as she pulled back and gave him a moment to sort through his mind.

Soon enough he seemed to understand and as he settled a small bit of his body weight on her he kissed her with all of what he recognized as desire to be burning in his body like a blaze. The kiss was firm, urgent, and demanding as  it got louder.

Closer.

He pressed his tongue gently against the seal of her lips. She let him in.

Closer. 

He slid his hand under her (his) shirt and dragged it up to her back, up her wings to easily press her chest against his. 

Closer.

He tilted his head to be able to better explore her mouth with his tongue as he took in the feel of her breast pressed against his chest. And as if she heard its plea she locked her legs around his waist and pulled his hips flush with hers. A groan slipped past his lips at the feeling of his cock pressed against her, separated only by his silk pajama pants and the cotton of her underwear. 

Closer. It got louder. Instinctively his lips left hers and instead went searching for that one spot on her neck he knew brought her pleasure. While she ran her hands over the muscles of his back the hand not still pressing her to him slipped from its place in fisting the pillow beside her head to between the two and began unbuttoning the shirt she wore.

He needed to feel her skin against his. He craved to feel every inch of her. To mark every inch of her. To hear her moan and scream and wither beneath him. He needed these things as much as he needed to breathe. He needed to be closer.

Her hands wandered up to his hair and pulled gently. He felt the tremor that ran down her spine as he found that special spot on her neck. He attacked it with teeth, and tongue, and harsh sucking. The moans that slipped past her lips vibrated through him and granted his very soul pleasure. He needed more.

And more he got as his hand finally undid the last button. His hand came to support her lower back to help keep her hips against his as he sat up with her in his lap. The shifting from a horizontal position to a vertical one grinded her hips against his in the most delicious way. He could feel his patience waning as he pulled the shift off her as if it had offended him.

Closer. Feeling her slipping from his lap his hands quickly pulled her hips back against his. Although it was no use. The silk of his pants just kept forcing her to  slide.

“It will just be for a moment.” She whispered the reassurance to him before pulling away from him entirely. He didn’t like it. Faster than he had ever done before he stood and removed his pants before climbing back atop her. While he removed his only barrier she removed her last and threw her panties on top of his discarded pants.

Closer. It wasn’t as loud as Hannibal grinded his cock against her slick opening. He nipped at her collar bone and chest relentlessly. She knew what he needed. He knew what he needed, but he needed permission first. Permission she did not hesitate to provide.

“Bite me, Hannibal.” Those three words opened a floodgate in his mind. He bit down on her breast. Her head pushed back against the pillow as her back arched her breast into his mouth. Helplessly, her hips bucked up to grind against his cock. She had no control over it. A fact Hannibal knew and used to his advantage. With each bite and bruise he left on her she bucked against him, coating him more and more with her slick.

By the time Hannibal pulled back to breathe she had thoroughly soaked his cock and her slick had begun dripping down onto the sheets. With one final closer reverberating through his mind he pushed inside her. Hannibal wished he could say he was gentle with it, even with the very generous coating of her arousal Hannibal was simply too big to enter her as roughly and as quickly as he did without causing discomfort to her. Discomfort that was voiced through the sharp sound of a hiss as she sucked in a quick breath and tensed.

He shushed her gently and rested more of his body weight on her knowing that it would often help ground her. Delicately he cupped her face and placed kisses along her jawline and up to her lips. Despite wanting nothing more than to thrust and grind wildly against her he controlled himself. It was the least he could do after his demonstration of his lack of control. He held himself buried to the hilt, hips pushed flush against hers as he waited for permission from her once again.

After a deep breath or two she ran her nails along his back, gently up either side of his spine exactly how she knew drove him crazy. A test. She did this over and over again testing his patience when he did not want to use it. Once she deemed him in control, she clenched around him. Hard. 

That clench had been what he was waiting for as Hannibal pulled nearly completely out and slammed back in with a force that moved her up the bed. He couldn’t have that. Sliding his arm under her back, across her wings, he gripped her shoulder and held her to him as he thrust again and again. Each moan and soft gasp from her lips was like a melody, weaving its way through the room, enticing and captivating Hannibal, a symphony just for his ears.

As Hannibal was thrusting wildly but slowly, taking the time to gauge her reaction to each new spot he touched as he desperately searched for something. Amara had her neck bared for him. A temptation he could not resist. On the side he had been so gentle with previously, leaving a trail of gentle kisses earlier before the sun had begun to rise, he bit down.  His teeth sinking into the flesh giving him a pleasure he believed to be unmatchable. That was until he found the spot he had been searching for.

As soon as he had found his target her nails dug into his back. Marking his flesh in return as she very nearly screamed his name. Nearly screaming isn’t enough. He couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled from deep within his chest as his jaw tightened on her neck and his hips began moving faster than what she could keep up with. Now that he knew where his target was he would be damned if he missed it even once.

Amara was aware that she was simply along for the ride at this point. She clawed at him helplessly in an attempt to ground herself as he held her so tightly to him she had difficulty breathing. He held her so closely that she could feel every sound in his chest that he would kill as it attempted to make its way up his throat. He had always preferred to listen to her sounds rather than his own. He had once told her that her sounds of pleasure were more pleasing to him than any sound any instrument could produce.

Amara, in a desperate attempt to hold off her orgasm decided to cling to Hannibal. Her legs raised and locked around his hips. She made the wrong decision. The new position of her hips allowed Hannibal to not only thrust against that spot inside her with more force but now it allowed the head of his cock to kiss her cervix. After the mere second thrust she came with a scream of Hannibal’s name, her back unable to arch into him any more than she already was yet trying anyway.

He slowed, showing her momentary mercy. He could feel the sting on his back of her marks. Wearing her marks gave him pleasure. He needed more. Regardless of whether or not she was ready for more, his thrusts picked up speed again. She withered and squirmed beneath him as he quickly overwhelmed and overstimulated her.

“Just one more.” The words quietly tumbled from his lips. She knew he wasn’t just talking about one more orgasm. He wanted another mark on his body. A sign to show everyone he was not theirs. Just as his marks showed the world that she was not theirs either.

Amara just managed to scrounge up enough composure to latch her lips onto his neck. Her teeth scraping against his pulse allowed a moan to slip past his lips as he quickly became putty in her hands. He needed this. He needed to bear her marks. He needed the constant connection and sense of closeness to her that her marks brought him no matter how far apart they may physically be that day.

Amara, seizing the opportunity to drive Hannibal mad, took great pleasure in sucking multiple marks onto his neck and teasingly grazing her teeth over him yet never biting down. She could feel Hannibal’s control slipping. Each brush of her blunt teeth and of her sharp canines coming so close to sinking in, brought him closer to his end. 

Hannibal knew he wouldn’t last much longer while she was having her fun so he brought his hand down and played with her clit. The attention to her clit was the last little push she needed to fall into that blissful abyss once again. Her mouth being so close to Hannibal’s flesh, so tantalizing. In her haze of pleasure she hadn’t realized that she finally bit down in the junction between Hannibal’s neck and shoulder until her mouth was flooded with the rich taste of blood.

For Hannibal, the pain, the erotic act of your lover sinking their teeth into you, was what finally pushed him over the edge. As if he was only close enough to satisfy the darkness within him when she had her jaws fastened around him. His hips slowed to a grind as he emptied the last bit of his cum into her. Despite the sweat and heat Hannibal did not dare more from her. Even as she removed her teeth from his flesh and allowed her head to fall back onto the pillow, she didn’t dare move to push him away.

It took longer than if there were more space between the two but eventually they caught their breaths. A quick glance to the clock sitting on the nightstand showed it to be nearly 7 o’clock. He didn’t have to be in the office today until 10 so he was happy that he had plenty of time for aftercare. It took him a while to find the willpower to pull himself out of her and even longer to find the strength to pull away from her and finally allow her to breath unobstructed.

With a quick kiss to her forehead he got up and made his way to the bathroom, allowing her a few minutes to herself as he started the shower and made sure it was the right temperature. He was about to return to the bedroom to collect you when Will entered with you in his arms. 

“Will, I was not aware you were up.” Hannibal addressed his other partner.

“I wasn’t until you woke me.” Will grumbled, not happy about being woken up this early nor being excluded from the fun, as he carefully placed Amara down on her feet but not letting go of her since her legs were still shaky.

“Sorry. I would have gotten you but Hannibal was being needy.” Amara was quick to throw Hannibal to the metaphorical wolves all with a playful smile. Not amused by her words but always by her, Hannibal merely raised an eyebrow at her with a fond smile on his face. She got a chuckle from Will, albeit a still groggy one, but getting anything besides a complaint from him this early is a success in her books.

“Next time I will make more of an effort to pull myself away from her to get you Will.” Hannibal apologized before inviting them both into the shower with him.

[myloveforhergoeson]

#15-23 for the ship ask for rames!

eee hi! tysm

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

sooo many soo so so many all in this playlist but #1 is songbird by oasis hands down, followed by iris by the goo goo dolls. i've been in brand new day mode for so long i haven't found any new rames songs recently lol so we're on the basics for now :)

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

personally, i don't think james is a tattoo guy in the tasw part of the rames universe (lol) but i did give him lots and lots in the warped au that will come out one day. roxy would be more than willing to get matching ones, and would get some for him just on her own, but james wouldn't really be down for that. her tattoos would just be little things that reminded her of him, like his initials somewhere or maybe a line from one of their songs in his handwriting. in the wag lolive/rames au im writing she has his jersey number tattooed behind her ear hehe

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

sighs. when it's just normal conversation they communicate perfectly fine, almost to the point of mindreading, but the moment tensions start to rise the both of them are not very good at managing their emotions. james is somewhat better at it, especially if it's just roxy being anxious about something and he's able to talk her through it like their conversation about camille or before they went out in public together, but if the two of them are stressed or getting upset/angry it becomes hard for them to get their words out. for the most part, if it's not a serious topic they're mostly open with their thoughts. james is a certified yapper and roxy just likes to listen; she only really gets going if she's passionate about the subject!

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

hehe we've seen both of these in tasw; james got a bit quiet and stoic yet super freaked when rox got scratched by that cat in bt sparks and immediately pulled her up to 2-j to try and help her feel better. since he's a hockey player he's no stranger to caring for injuries, he just got scared because it was roxy who got injured. i think if james were injured roxy would be pretty anxious about it and not so level headed' she also wouldn't know what to do as she's not too versed in dealing with injury. on the flip side, if he was sick, she has a pretty good idea of how to care for him, as seen in bt guru. lots of rest, lots of medicine, lots of music. on james' part, if roxy were sick i do think that would rattle him quite a bit - he'd probably seek out logan or mrs. knight for assistance in taking care of her at that point

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

while roxy's clothes are too small for james to wear i do think it would be funny if she tried to squeeze him into a crop top personally; but he doesn't make a habit of it. if he had his ears pierced, they might share earrings, but mostly he just likes admiring her gold charm necklace - no interest in wearing that lol. roxy also doesn't super make a habit of wearing james' clothes either, but she does like to wear his larger clothing items in the winter if they're cuddling together or something. that's more of a private thing, not something she'd be doing in public. unless he places in on her like his jersey in the christmas ep. she'd prefer to spray his cologne around the room/on her things if she was missing him

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

hoo boy are we about to learn. mostly physical contact, mostly just lending an ear, and probably most importantly, a shoulder to cry on. largely effective for roxy, somewhat effective for james. i think he's more of a time-heals-wounds kind of guy, while roxy needs to learn to talk her feelings out and actually process them in her head instead of via song!

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

nope! both of them really need to be kept busy and neither really have an interest in cultivating a household, together or separately. too job focused imo... but that doesn't mean they don't like spending days off at home together or having lazy afternoons away from rocque records!! they love those, neither of them could see being a stay at home person though

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

yesss oh they are the most silly around each other (something i need to work on incorporating to the story more tbh) and they're very comfortable joking around and goofing off together!! it's their natural state i'd say

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

oh this is such a good question... i'm not super sure since they're still really getting established together, but they're working on communication very slowly. i wouldn't say that's a defining trait by any means, but i think the two of them are good listeners, they just have to be open to receiving information that may harm them at times LOL. both of them have quite high respect for the other as well, so maybe a general sense of care and compassion for the other...

i appreciate the ask so much!! we all know how much i can yap about these two hehe

send me a number 1-50!!

[eggyrocks]

i totally agree with your post, humans are complex and are constantly changing. everyone is different, the way that people write out characters with actual complex emotions and their own responses to trauma is not easy and to be able to write it out personally and differently in each of ur writings is impressive

i used to played badminton a lot until i badly injured my wrist, everyone kept telling me that it was okay and trying to calm me down but how could i? i couldn’t play the sport that i practiced for everyday, a sport that i loved and i didn’t want to be brushed off or pitied so i lashed out, i felt so guilty about it for the longest time until i was able to let myself realize that it’s okay to be upset about these types of things. i didn’t want to be pitied and looked down on so, even with my friends and family offering a hand, it just made me more upset. i was upset because i felt like such a good player but one injury and suddenly everyone just saw me as the “one who got injured” instead of the “badminton player”, so reading your smau, i understood yn so much

also— i personally don’t think you’re sensitive about this whole thing. someone insulted something that you put your heart into, and insulted the people who felt comfort in the character you wrote because it was so realistically relatable. to be brave enough to write out and dive deep into the complexity of human emotions is applaudable and it’s obviously something you put a lot of love and thought into, and i’m sorry someone had the nerve to insult it in that way where you felt like you had to step back

i do hope you continue writing whenever you feel ready to, but just remember you have so many supporters and so many people that seek comfort in your writing

please have a good break eggy, take care of yourself and drink water, and thank you for everything you’ve given us so far <3

anon! thank you so much for sharing your story with me <3 thats exactly the type of emotion and internal conflict that i was hoping to convey. going from feeling strong and confident to feeling like control is being lost and not wanting to be pitied/the fear of looking weak when u once felt strong. its a difficult way to feel and while im sorry that its something you can directly relate to, im happy you were able to relate to something i wrote.

im also really grateful you can see the care i put into writing. i know its "just an smau" but thats how i write and i always put so much of my own experiences with complicated emotions into it. my emotionality is tied directly to what i write, which is why i wanted to step away from writing for a minute. i don't want to emotions i felt in response to what was said to effect the way i write bruised. but rest assured i have always been writing and will always be writing. its only been like, four days and i already miss it lol.

thank you for your kind words and encouragement words cannot express how grateful i am for them and for you <3

[everybodyshusband]

burning yearning need to bleed

rain/aether (the band ghost)

mature | gen. | 4.7k | self-harm, graphic descriptions of self-harm scars, hurt/comfort, wound tending, blood, angst, fluff

(non-graphic) snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

if you don't think this is the fic for you because of the themes it contains, please give it a miss. keep yourself safe above all else <3

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“Rain!” Aether was on the couch next to him in an instant, careful not to touch Rain in case he hurt him again. “Rain.” Aether’s voice was low and quiet, “Tell me what’s going on.”

Rain shook his head and buried it in his arms.

“Please? I’m really worried about you. And the only way I can help you is if you tell me what’s going on.” Rain shook his head again, burrowing deeper into himself. “I know tonight’s practice was rough but that’s no reason to isolate yourself from us.” Aether pleaded. 

Rain lifted his head from his arms. “You noticed?” His voice was small, meek.

“Noticed? That you were over here by yourself?” Rain nodded. “Of course I did, Rain! We all did. We missed talking to you but we weren’t sure how to help you.”

“Oh.” Rain sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise for anything, it’s okay. It’s just– I love you and I care about you so much, Rain, we all do. But if something’s wrong I need to know what’s going on so I can help you–”

Just as Aether reached the end of his sentence he was cut off by a choked sob. Rain’s shoulders were shaking, his attempt to hide the crying only serving to make it more obvious. Aether could feel his heart shattering into a thousand tiny shards as he watched Rain cry in front of him, curling himself into a ball and rocking back and forth in a futile attempt to calm himself down.

“I’m sorry, Aether. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” Rain retreated further into himself, his body shaking from his tears and the constant rocking motions, repeating the apology over and over and over, the position of his head in his arms muffling his voice.

“Hey, hey it’s alright, you don’t need to be sorry. It’s okay, you’re okay.” Aether did his best to console his distressed partner with his words, but he knew Rain calmed down quicker from physical touch, especially when he was spiralling like this. He knew that the feeling of hands on Rain’s body helped ground the water ghoul, giving him something to focus on and stopping panic attacks from getting even worse.

“Rain,” he started, tentatively reaching his hand out, hovering it over Rain’s shoulder. “Is it alright if I hold you?”

Rain nodded, still rocking back and forth and still sobbing out the repeated apology under his breath. 

Aether moved himself so he was sitting against the armrest of the couch and able to pull Rain against him, wrapping his arms around the water ghoul’s midsection tightly, compressing his partner in his arms as much as he could without hurting Rain—Aether knew that pressure tended to help quell Rain’s panic attacks and based on everything he was witnessing, Aether was sure this was one of them. 

Rain practically fell into Aether’s arms, still shaking with tears. He’d ceased his rocking, the coping mechanism replaced by Aether’s strong hold on him. He turned and buried his face into Aether’s chest, grabbing onto Aether’s shoulders, anchoring himself as he sobbed. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay , you’re okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe . You have nothing to apologise for.”

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

***disclaimer that is mostly for the tumblr staff in the event of an(other) attempted nuking of my account: this is NOT "content that urges or encourages others to: cut or injure themselves; or commit suicide rather than, seeking counselling or treatment." i believe in and support recovery and this is a fictional narrative depicting a person who doing his best to reach that stage, which i believe is an important story to tell in regards to "joining together in supportive conversation with those suffering or recovering from depression or other conditions" as well as opening up a "dialogue about these behaviours" as they are indeed "incredibly important" and i do believe that "online communities can be extraordinarily helpful to people struggling with these difficult conditions." (quotes taken directly from the guidelines you so kindly sent me a few months ago)

[magnuficent76]

I wanna know more about Andromeda and Salt... They're not as oft talked about. Self, for bad, and Loss for both of them!

Also for Good (for Archer) bc I'm v curious but you can do whichever ones of these yoy feel most like talking about

HAII AND I WILL ABSOLUTELY TALK ABOUT THEM !! I have GOT to stop neglecting my ocs but the Worms are In There </3

[Link to the actual list !]

Self – How is your OC's relationship with themself? Does your OC like who they are? Is there anything about themself that they would change?

■ For Salt, I like to think he's pretty much already his ideal self ! When they were small, they already figured out being a girl wasn't all that fun, so they tried a bunch of everything before figuring it all out: Oh I don't have to subscribe to this at all ! This is awesome :D My gender is [EXPLOSION GIF] [SEVERAL FLASHING LIGHTS] [EXPLOSION GIF BUT FASTER]. He's got all that self expression and presentation down pat: You are like the bullets being shot from a machine gun. Extremely deadly and so very loud, but also very cool, so nobody can tell you anything ever. This strategy has worked for as long as Salt has been alive since they've never really had that bad of a time using their body, so clearly they're doin' it right.

♠︎ For Andromeda, given they're an immortal being of chaos reborn into a mortal vessel to experience things, she hasn't exactly had time to worry about "insecurities" given all the Situations Xe Puts Zirself In. They love themselves and they love what they stand for and he has never before worried about being wrong, because error is necessary for nature to get things right !!! Who give a shit !!! Faer's already everything and anything fae wants to also because of the fact she is a VERY skilled shapeshifter. Gender fluid but to the most literal way you can possibly make it. Sometimes it gets hard having to conform to society's standards of normalcy, because he really enjoys just being weird looking and generally uncanny, but yk, fae manages ! No need to be upset if you're constantly in a loop of happiness and manageable chaos !!

For Bad – Is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your OC’s life? How did your OC deal with that change? Have they been able to move on?

■ Salt has always the curse of being way too bold for his own good, so often times, he'll get tangled with the wrong person and end up a little worse off than he'd like. One of those people would be their ex friend/partner: Pepper. Pep was... well, bad for them, and they both knew it since they would constantly fight and be at each other's throats, but the thrill kept them both coming back. This adrenaline seeking behavior that often injured both parties was unhealthy to say the least, but its pretty much ingrained into Salt's brain now. Putting themselves in situations but like in a bad way. Their current girlfriend is helping them express those more aggressive thrills in healthier ways though, don't worry :]

♠︎ Andromeda has had their fair share of bad people in their life, all to fuel the passion of their unrelenting dreams of being a star, so its no surprise they also have a fair share of bad people coming in and out of it. Its a little more... personal, for her though. See, Andy is a model, and the industry is plenty exploitative as it is, but seeing as they have that craving, agents get a little... too comfortable, I suppose you could say. He's had to deal with plenty of touchy creeps and greedy agents and the like, pretty much on a weekly basis since xe gets contracts Often, but they manage. It doesn't affect xem all that negatively anymore, they're still naturally friendly !... but don't mistake that friendliness for trust, because they DO NOT trust anymore.

For Good – Is there anyone in your OC's life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC's life?

◇ He would never admit it, even if you tried to torture it out of him, but the person that impacted Archer the most is probably Jonah. He looooooves acting like Jonah ruined his life and that he would've been better off a single child, but he loves the guy, even when they don't get along. They have been together through basically everything, being able to rely on the other in case things got rough, and it infuriates Archer how much better of a person he is because of his brother's support throughout their life together. He has this unspoken admiration for Jo that he wishes to express better, but that often turns into jealousy and bitterness simply because he feels inferior to anyone who does things better than him. He is way better because of Jonah's presence in his life, but at the same time he wishes he wasn't so reliant on his brother to keep him from being shitty, like he can't do good things on his own if someone else isn't shouting at him to do so.

Don't worry about it though. Im sure it won't culminate into anything. :]

[numbknee]

i seek your advice numbknee. i really wanna write my own kyman fics and i have so many ideas for them but i’ve never written a fic before and i’m frightened to dip my toes into it. i’m not a writer, i’ve never written before. like how do you just sit down ans qrite something??? jfkgk i’m so confused, what’s your process or do you have any writing tips? i ask you cuz i love your writing and i look forward to your posts a lot.

That's so awesome, good for you dude!! Writing can be a really fun creative hobby but I totally get where you're coming from. The first fic I ever wrote was for the adventure time fandom 10 years ago (yikes I'm old lol) and I was really scared to post it. I don't remember how exactly I got the courage to finally put it out there but it def feels like diving into the deep end. Just know that everyone has to start somewhere!

The good thing about fanfiction is that it's as "low stakes" as you can probably get when it comes to creative writing. It's not for a job, it's not for any academic assignment, it's just something you do for fun. And I think the culture around fanfiction understands that a lot of writers are amateurs and are generally supportive regardless of your starting level in terms of skill. Personally, I would rather read from an inexperienced writer who's clearly trying their best and has some interesting ideas over a more polished/experienced writer taking themselves too seriously or treating fanfic writing like a competition.

There's no single "correct" way to write, because ultimately you have to do what best suits your own style and preferences. But for me, I generally start out with an idea for a single scene that inspires me and come up with a story around that scene so it fits into a cohesive fic. For example, for my first kyman fic I initially had the idea in my head of Kyle being mesmerized by Cartman dressed in drag and impulsively making a first move on him. I worked backwards from there, so I had to come up with 1) why he was doing drag in the first place, 2) why Kyle would be there watching him, and 3) how they end up alone together so Kyle can make the first move. The last one was the trickiest for me to figure out for some reason, but eventually I came up with the idea of Cartman tripping in his giant heels and injuring himself so Kyle would have to help him inside the house. It was funny but also helped move the plot along.

Planning out the scenes ahead of time like this can help a lot, but also don't be afraid to change things up as you write it out if you think something else works better. Since you have a bunch of your own ideas, start out with the one scene/scenario that inspires you the most and plan it out from there. I'd suggest first writing a shorter one-shot since that's easier to plan for than a longer, multi-chaptered fic. There's a ton of resources online you can find to help with story structure if you're not sure where to start or how to build on your idea. (Like this video about the 6 essential questions of storytelling).

Other logistical things: Make sure you save your work frequently. Spell-check is your friend. If you're not comfortable asking someone to beta-read your fic, use text-to-speech or read it aloud yourself to help catch any mistakes and listen to how sentences flow. I highly recommend using AO3 to publish your work since it has a great tagging system and helps you get visibility because of that, but also ensures your work will stay safe from the whims of corporations destroying/erasing fanworks since it's independently run and funded.

One last thing to keep in mind: it's nice to get positive interaction from the fandom, but ultimately you should write for yourself and your own enjoyment. If you only write seeking the approval of others, you're never going to be happy because you're solely basing your writing's worth on strangers' opinions. There have definitely been fics I've written that didn't get as much interaction as I would have liked, but in the end I was happy I wrote it because it was something I could be proud of having made for myself as my own audience.

Hope this helps! Good luck 👍

[deathdxnces]

❛ hold still . this might sting a little . ❜ modern / music / dance ... ( gonna send you other ones too )

» — IF YOU SEND ME ASKS I PROMISE TO REPLY. ONE DAY.

— @windchaser

The gauze carries with it the scent of antiseptic, and Irelia waits for the sting Yone warns her of, knowing it is certain to come. It does not cause her to recoil when the light cloth is in contact with the small cut on the side of her forehead (luckily enough simple to hide, throwing her hair the right way), though the promised sting makes itself felt.

She had faced worse, though.

Silence follows his words, none offered in return initially. It isn't unusual for them to allow silence to linger, though those are of the comforting sort, easily shared between friends who were content enough to just be in each other's presence. This is different; or perhaps Irelia simply feels differently, given the situation. And yet, when the quietness starts to weigh too heavily, she is the one who chooses to break it.

"You don't have to do this, you know," A quiet protest, though she does not move to stop him. Her gaze stays firmly planted on the wall before her, purposefully avoidant of Yone, even as he finishes placing the thin pieces of adhesive bandage to the cut and moves on to clean the scratches on her forearm. "I'm fine."

The bruises were minor, the sort she could easily deal with on her own — that she would have, had she not chosen to avoid going home while her brother was certain to be there. Kai would make a fuss over nothing; well, nearly nothing. More importantly, he would demand to hear about how that happened, and Irelia knew he wouldn't like to hear what she had to tell.

When their family was killed, she had been the one to first find their bodies. To reach for a kitchen knife and desperately fight to defend herself, killing two of the murderers and leaving a third injured. Maybe it's easier for Kai to move on, she thinks sometimes, considering he never had to face any of that. Not for her, though. And if seeking out the truth about what happened that night — about who really killed her family — came at the cost of some bruises and small wounds, so be it. They wouldn't scare her off with just that; especially not when the guy sent to do it ended up in a much worse state.

The tale of how she got hurt in the first place isn't one Irelia volunteers, however, even to one who takes the time to look after her despite her unwise decisions. The only advice anyone ever offered her when it came to this was to leave it be. That her family wouldn't be brought back; that she would only get hurt in the process, and surely they wouldn't want that. Yone might be different, or he might not. And if it's the latter, the dancer doesn't want to hear it.

"Sorry for showing up here like this," The apology makes her look up to him, words meant sincerely. It had been impulse, like much of what she had done before; the nearest person who would care, but not fret too much, hopefully. Or chastise her for the trouble it would be to cover it up with a believable story if anyone saw her bruises; she's certain her manager would be livid. "I just didn't want to get home before Kai went out with Valmar. He would worry and, well — like I said, I'm fine."

[coochiequeens]

How many women being drugged could have been prevented if the cops did their fucking jobs?

By: Kristian Lopez

Posted at 3:54 PM, Jan 06, 2023 

and last updated 8:51 PM, Jan 06, 2023

DENVER — It’s been a few days since Denver7 shared the story of Mia Mainville, a woman from Denver who was seeking justice after being roofied at a downtown bar.

Mainville said she was denied a drug test at the hospital and turned away from Denver police while trying to file a report.

After our story aired, several women have reached out to Denver7 sharing similar experiences.

Mainville said she’s had that same response.

“In the last like two days, I have probably had 60 or 70 people reach out to me, as far as you know, telling me that they have had a similar story,” she said.

Two other women, Colleen Mitchell and Kyra Swarts, saw Mainville’s story on our newscast and reached out to share their stories as well.

“It has been absolutely horrific and heartbreaking to see there are so many women, who, for the most part, have been gaslit into believing nothing happened to them or whatever their story is, doesn’t matter,” said Mainville.

“I was drugged without my consent at a bar. And I had no control over myself,” said Colleen Mitchell. 

Mitchell said she believes someone slipped antidepressants into her drink. She ended up breaking her nose that night. 

"I fell down and I injured myself, you know, something way worse could have happened if my roommate wasn't there to take care of me. That's why I went to the police, so that I could hopefully prevent this from happening to any other women. And when I said that, they said, 'Well, you know, there's nothing we can do unless we get reports from more women,'" said Mitchell. 

“I was essentially told the same thing as these ladies. It was very much, ‘You’re one of the lucky ones, there’s no assault, there was no rape, so we don’t really have anything to investigate,’” said Kyra Swarts, who said she went through that experience a year ago. 

She found the courage to speak up after seeing Mainville's interview earlier this week.

"It was kind of heart-wrenching a little bit to, to feel like you had gone through it, you kind of got past it, you were like, 'OK, I've, I've put it away, it's gone. I can move forward, and then it kind of brought everything back to the surface, like, 'OK, maybe it's not gone. Maybe I do need to deal with this a little bit more.' And definitely just feeling like you've been pigeon-holed by the hospital, by the police department. All those things you're just made to feel like, well, you're one of the lucky ones, so to speak. And don't think any of us feel lucky," she added. 

These women are now calling for police and hospitals to change the way they handle these situations.

“The fact that the simplest things were completely overlooked because we just look like drunk party girls that came in because we couldn't control ourselves," said Swarts. "My discharge paperwork — the very first sheet has all the basics, my vitals, what I was brought in for, any medication I was given, the next six pages are about rehab and detox."

Mia said her paperwork also stated alcohol intoxication and included information on how to seek help with alcohol issues.

“Even though, you know, a lot of us have been turned away or not heard, I think that we just really need to continue making as much noise as possible. And sharing all these stories with each other and not letting, you know, the people who failed us get away so easily,” said Mainville.

Denver7 pressed DPD and some of the hospitals involved for more information. We repeatedly asked Denver Police for an on-camera interview. They did not offer one but sent this statement:

“The Denver Police Department strives to ensure that victims of crimes are heard and feel comfortable reporting any type of incident to our officers. It is regrettable that it appears the experience of these victims did not align with the mission of the Denver Police Department. Generally, if an individual believes they have unwillingly or unknowingly consumed a substance that caused them to become unconscious or affect their motor skills, they should report the incident to police. The Department is reminding our officers of the appropriate report-taking processes for these types of incidents to help ensure they are investigated and documented properly.

We understand that these victims may be resistant to reporting it again, based on their initial experience, but the Denver Police Department encourages them to call so that they may speak with a detective.

With regard to your follow-up question about only testing for someone only claiming they were drugged and not sexually assaulted, it depends on the circumstances, because different hospitals may have different procedures. But generally, if a urine sample is not taken by the hospital, the victim can file a police report and DPD would help to obtain a sample for testing.”

In a statement from St. Joseph's Hospital, officials said: 

“Providing the safest and highest quality care for our patients is a top priority, and the hospital aligns its medical protocols to support the most appropriate and effective treatment. The toxicology test we perform onsite in the Emergency Department does not specifically screen for Rohypnol and may not detect other drugs that could also be used by those with illicit intent. When a patient reports they suspect illicit activity has taken place, our care teams facilitate the involvement of law enforcement or other relevant agencies who can assist individuals using their established protocols in getting support and resources to address the issue while we ensure that their immediate medical needs are met."

AndDenver Health provided this statement:

"Testing for a specific drug like Rohypnol would be coordinated with law enforcement.

Denver Health’s core mission is to provide our patients with high-quality care. When people come to Denver Health’s emergency department, providers focus on the assessment and treatment for acute medical needs. Depending on what the patient reports, a test may be performed. The drug testing available in the emergency department cannot determine if someone was potentially drugged. In those instances, drug testing must be coordinated through law enforcement and performed in a certified specialty lab."

The three women now vow to be a voice for others who have had similar experiences and speak out to make a change.

"I'm really, really glad to be able to talk to so many women and just let them know, like, you know, I'm really sorry, that that happened to you. And you know, I want to help you in whatever way I can. And I want to, you know, hold the people accountable who have turned us away for the crimes committed against us," added Mainville.

Editor's note: Contact7 seeks out audience tips and feedback to help people in need, resolve problems and hold the powerful accountable. If you know of a community need our call center could address, or have a story idea for our investigative team to pursue, please email us at contact7@thedenverchannel.com or call (303) 832-7777. Find more Contact7 stories here.

[evelxtus]

Hc’s or drabbles for Xiao, Zhongli and Kazuha with a reader who gets clingy in the early mornings or late at night. Pretty much they make it really obvious if they’re tired, because they’ll get really soft and randomly compliment them and totally shower them in love. Do the boys still try to force em to sleep? Or enjoy the love for a little while hehe.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠‧₊› xiao, zhongli, kazuha x gn reader (separately).

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲‧₊› their s/o is very clingy in the early mornings or late in the nights. how would the boys react?

𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞‧₊› fluff drabbles. EXTRA FLUFF.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬‧₊› petnames, and a very sweet xiao. >:)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞‧₊› feeling soft tonight, so i think this post turned out well. idk, hehe. hope you like it. 💓

Xiao.

The shared bed on the room of the Wangshu Inn where you and Xiao rest is your favorite place in all of Liyue. You could lie there and fall asleep after a while, losing track of time with your boy.

You let out a little whine as you rolled on the mattress, so sleepy you didn't even realize you collided with Xiao's back, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hm? You should rest. It's already late for you.” Xiao bowed his head and raised his arm to see you well. Even with that tired expression you looked like an angel to him — The boy was trying his best not to smile like a fool for having you by his side right now.

“I don't want... It's not what I want right now.” Every time you blinked seemed like you were going to fall asleep at any moment. “What is it that you want then?” Xiao asked, not taking his golden gaze away from your delicate little face. His words felt like caresses of how soft they escaped from his lips. That only happened when he spoke to you in the privacy of your cozy room.

“I want you...” You smiled as you took Xiao's hand, bringing it closer to your face and snuggling your cheek into it yourself. The boy hesitated on how to react for a few seconds, he had even stopped breathing from shock. His cheeks flushed as his fingers began to slowly caress your cheek.

“You are the most foolish human I know. How can you say that to an adepti in this vulnerable state in which you find yourself in?” Xiao narrowed his eyes, which had a singular glow that night every time his orbs landed on you. “Don't go tonight. Please... stay with me...” your voice was losing intensity, until it became an inaudible babble, indicating that you had already fallen asleep. Xiao noticed this as he felt his hand slowly grow cold, as the warm grip you provided him was loosening more with every second.

“I... I love you. If your wish is for me to stay with you, so be it, my little dove...” Xiao whispered as he continued with his gentle movements of his fingers on your cheek. He was aware that you were asleep, otherwise he would never have said those words.

That night, he stayed with you until dawn, next to you on the bed, gently holding your hips to keep you attached to him.

Of course, he will wake up earlier to leave without being noticed. You will not even know that Xiao has been there all night, protecting you between the sweet embrace of his arms.

Zhongli.

The sun was beginning to rise and illuminate the window of your room. That only meant that in a few minutes Zhongli would have to leave the comfort of your home to go to work.

The bed shook a bit as Zhongli got up from it after dressing appropriately to go out, and you sleepily reached out to the now empty side of his bed, seeking some attention from him.

Zhongli leaned down to take your hand and place a kiss on it. “I must go. I'll see you in a few hours, my dear.” he whispered so as not to disturb your sleep too much, which no longer mattered, since you were awake. “No... Stay a little longer...”

Zhongli widened his eyes when one of your hands awkwardly made its way to his tie, pushing him down onto the bed again. He dropped to one knee on the mattress, careful not to injure you. “I'm afraid I cannot, my love. Keep sleeping, it's early, yes?” Taking advantage of his position, he lowered his head to place a soft kiss on your forehead. You complained when the man got up again and separated from you.

Zhongli showed a sincere smile that lit up his face as he looked at you with his amber eyes. “I will try to finish my work quick to come home to you as soon as possible. Until then, we must both be patient.”

And much to his regret, he had to leave, but internally cursed everything he could. Mornings like that, when you were clingy, were his favorites. When you needed his attention, kisses and caresses, when you only needed him to smile.

But it's okay, do you know why? Because he will be waiting for the moment to come back, take you in his arms and whisper in your ear how much he has missed you during the time you have been apart.

Kazuha.

“Wake up, y/n. There is no time to lose, we must continue on our way.” Little shakes from Kazuha made you open your eyes with difficulty. You weren't mad at him for waking you up, instead you felt the need to stay where you were, hug the boy against you, and stay there longer.

The samurai sighed, sitting down next to you. “But, love...” Kazuha started, but was interrupted by the sleepy words trailing your mouth. “But, love..., but, love...” you faintly mimicked his tone of voice as you smiled. “Just come here, my boy, let's just rest a little longer.” He chuckled, his bandaged hand lightly covering his mouth.

“And what are we going to do here that we are not going to do out there?” he questioned, now in a more curious tone. He didn't even intend to insist on you anymore. “Well... we could stay like this for a few minutes.” As you said this, you hugged his waist, moving towards him to end up with your head on his lap. He lovingly ran his hand through your hair, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

“I guess we can postpone the trip for later. Oh, y/n, you always end up convincing me so easily.”

And so, you spent part of the morning together, simply enjoying each other's company. He was happy. Now, with you, he could be called someone happy. He only needed your love and feel loved by you to have all his wishes fulfilled.

[under-sedationnn]

the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[celestialmango]

1) I haven't really watched Pokémon in years either, but after playing Pokémon snap on the switch, I got curious about the ghost sand castles and found some clips of the episode on YouTube. Well from the clips I saw, it couldn't drain ash of energy, instead draining the two Pokémon with him, so it could probably very easily do so and still feed off pokemon and since they are able to move around and shift it's insides (I think), probably keep a human for company for ages. Maybe it would be

2) something glitch as a Pokémon would do if he could? That or maybe something like gengar. If you've played sword and shield, gengars dynamic form he becomes a giant creature with a gaping maw. I didn't see much in terms of clips from the series in YouTube except ash did use his gengar in this form too. This form in particular lures Pokémon and humans to walk willingly into it's jaws. I've played more of the games in more recent years then watched the series ~Shy

Well the luring people and pokemon to willing be eaten is more something Moon or Eclipse would do, Moon for food Eclipse with no malicious intent behind it but rather he just wants to nom some helpless pokemon or human for a while, with Eclipse they would come out unharmed but a bit dazed or spooked by the experience because Eclipse is usually very gentle and affectionate to prey he safe noms. So it's quite a strange thing to happen to someone, however if he takes a strong liking to a person and they're one of the rare few that was, "ok, that was weird but also strangely relaxing and nice" he'll seek them out sometime to do it again.

This is actually how he meets his own reader eventually deciding this will be the only human he noms and becomes his Reader's Pokemon. His reader however would be a traveling shop keeper that usually hires trainers to escort them for a bit due to the fact they couldn't get any Pokemon to like them enough to allow them to be there trainer. There's nothing actually wrong with them personality wise, they're just really bad at socializing due to their expression being hard to read and being non-neurotypical.

They're okay at selling but outside of that they don't understand communication very well. They also have a bit of an unnerving aura that doesn't affect Eclipse seeing as he has a similar problem with his own aura warding people off. Eclipse's type would be dark, electric, steel. He's not actually cold though, his temperature adjusts depending on what environment he's in, desert, temp of a room with air conditioning. Snowy area, very much a comfortably warm temperature. He'd, much like Sun and Moon be a legendary Pokemon.

Glitch would be poison, fighting, and bug(because glitch) he'd use a paralytic poison to catch his prey, his reader found him in bad shape, he couldn't really move enough to attack them or eat them but changed his mind about his hostility towards them. His reader had just been going for a walk in the woods carrying quite a bit of Pokemon repellent on them to avoid encounters as they never went far from their town due to the fact, much like the other readers, didn't start off with any Pokemon. At this time they were also carrying quite a bit of potions Incase they themselves got injured due to being pretty oblivious to danger and clumsy.

And that's why they decided to use all their potions on him, because they didn't realize he was dangerous. When they got up, and started to walk away from Glitch who was deep in thought and tripped over their own feet Glitch had decided, ya know what? I like this nice clumsy human, I'm going to eat them anyways. Paralyzed them then nommed them, sat down, and waited to feel them start struggling, before letting out a pleased happy noise, rubbing and messing with his stomach as they squirm, after that deciding, "yeah, this one's mine, mine, mine, now." So lords help anyone that tries to hurt them after they're eventually released.

He now wanders the woods around their town, nomming them at random points when they enter the forest for a walk, to the point his reader is slowly growing accustomed to it. This is mostly due to him liking the catch and release aspects of spooking them and nomming them. If at any point his reader stops coming out for their walks he's going to find out why. If it's cause they sick then he's going to watch them like some sorta sleep paralysis demon and once they're better immediately nom them and hold them long enough to make up for the scheduled nom times they missed

If they were injured then he's getting revenge. Even if what harmed them was an inanimate object, it's actually rather funny to see him destroy a table just because his reader tripped over it and sprained their ankle so it was too hard for them to come out to get nommed.