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pynkgothicka · 7 months

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Hey!

I love ur blog and ur writing they

Soo good can I request a yandere husband taehyung x reader where it's the typical wife worship husband kind lf thing also can u pls make him really dark too with a non-con

Sorry if it's too much

Love ya

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Pairing - Dark! Husband! Kim Taehyung x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - None!

Word Count - Around 1.8k

Tags and Warnings - Domestic Violence, Non-Con, Breeding Kink, Mentions of blood, forest sex scene, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Allusions to kidnapping

Authors Note - Late Valetines Day story! This is my last req!! Sooo some more personal inspiered stuff coming soon! Also please let me know if you guys like the longer more descriptive fics.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He was your world, your everything.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Soon, you found yourself having to repeat these thoughts, constantly reminding yourself of them, almost blinding yourself to the harsh reality of just how miserable you had become.

You cut potatoes, sprinkling herbal seasoning on top. You put them in a pan and cover them with virgin olive oil. Placing the pan in the oven, you set a timer.

The beep reminded you of the constant threats and warnings he provided. He required dinner to be prepared by the time he returned home from work every day. Especially today, Valentine's Day. The day you are supposed to be the most appreciative of what Kim Taehyung has given you.

During your cleanup, you suddenly felt a pair of hands encircle your waist, and a broad nose press against your neck. You instinctively leaned into the touch, fully aware of who it was. "Hello, my love," he murmured, his warm breath gently caressing your neck.

"Hello, how was your day at work?" You inquire, speaking softly with a touch of sweetness. He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter. "Did you have a tough day?”

Taehyung uttered dismissively, "They were just bothering me, honestly. All I wanted was to be back home with you." He says, planting a kiss on your neck once more. You could feel his cock harden against the curve of your back. You shivered noticeably. His black hair brushed against your neck. "Are you cold baby?”

You glance downwards and shake your head. "No... Your hair just tickled me a little bit.”

Taehyung nodded to himself as he responded, "I brought you some beautiful roses and your favorite chocolates." He lamented slightly, his hips pressing against your back. You stayed quiet. "What do you say?”

“Thank you… I-I’m making dinner… I’m sorry I couldn't get you anything more.” You apologized. But you both knew the reason why.

You had no access to your funds.

No access to a vehicle to leave.

No knowledge of where you lived.

Not even the luxury of owning a phone or the login to any of the house's computers.

Yet Taehyung cooed. “It's okay, I know you love me. I don't need all that stuff.”

Shit. Not even light gaslighting could make him feel sorry and give you more privileges. You nod in agreement as he speaks. “I’m going to get cleaned up for dinner. Don’t wait on cleaning, you know I hate having a dirty kitchen.” Taehyung walks away, gesturing towards the mess on the kitchen counter.

“It’ll get cleaned. I promise.”

💲

After dinner, you prepared to go to bed. You'd expected Taehyung to be asleep by now, but he was up. Book in hand he lay in bed, his nightwear glasses making him look as sophisticated as ever. You gulped, walking towards the bed and crawling in. Crawling into bed next to him, you asked, “Aren't you sleepy yet?”

“No, I can't calm my mind," he stated abruptly. You could tell he was upset at something. It was something you had to pick up on, being with him. He was too emotional, his mood swings frightening you at times. “Where is my laptop?”

Of course that's what it was.

Desperation drove you to try and access Taehyung's laptop. He had left it unattended and you saw it as a chance to try and discover your location. The day you married Taehyung, he had swept you off your feet and whisked you away to an unknown place, leaving you with no knowledge of where you were or how to escape.

The house was nestled in a dense forest, surrounded by trees as far as the eye could see. Sometimes, you would gaze out the window, searching for signs of life in the distance. But all you ever saw was the endless expanse of darkness, an eerie stillness that only made you fear Taehyung more.

The computer taunts you with every failed login attempt, each one feeling like a slap in the face. Frustration and desperation build as you frantically try every password you can think of until finally, with a loud beep, the screen displays "Access Denied." Fury bubbles up inside of you as you realize you've been locked out. Trembling with anger, you snatch the computer and hide it away, unable to face another rejection from this merciless machine.

The silence between you two is deafening.

He flips a page in the book he was reading, seemingly calm but you know better. You can feel his eyes boring into you

"Why are you so quiet?" he questioned, flipping a page in his book. "I know you did something - you turned off the cameras. I received a notification on my phone.”

Quietly, you mustered up the courage to reply. “I-I wanted to…”

"What did you want? To abandon me? On Valentine's Day? After everything I've done for you? After everything I've sacrificed for you?" Taehyung bombarded you with questions, and you couldn't make sense of them. He slammed his book shut and got right in your face. His hands aggressively pulled at the bottom of your nightgown, as if trying to search you for something. You let out a gasp and fought back by kicking at him.

Then you got him. Your foot connecting with his face.

Taehyung jerked back, sitting up abruptly. A metallic taste floods his mouth as he runs his tongue over his now split and bleeding upper lip. “Won't you look at that…”

“T-Tae… I-I’m sorry. Please, I didn't mean it. I-I can pa-” But before you could finish, his hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your words and squeezing tightly. The impact of your head hitting the wooden headboard sends a jolt of pain through your skull, but it's nothing compared to the fear that grips you as one of his hands grips your throat, his face twisted in a violent rage. Taehyung's grip tightened as he knelt over you, both hands now grasping at your neck.

“What was that for huh? I thought I broke you in… but obviously I didn't do a good enough job huh?” With each point he wanted to get across, he lifted your head and slammed it into the bed. You tried to fight him off, desperately scratching at his arm with your anxiously bitten nails. With each brutal blow, your vision became spotty and distorted until you spotted the vase of roses nearby. The ones he had just brought for you. Without hesitation, you grabbed it and brought it down upon his skull, shattering the delicate glass and sending shards and water flying.

You had only a few seconds to get away.

Your feet thudded against the soft carpet as you sprinted out of the bedroom. Gasping for air, you knew there was no time to stop and catch your breath. Every second counted as you tried to make up for what had been lost.

Racing to the living room, you shoved your feet into house slippers and tore out of the door, darting into the dense woods that surrounded the home. Branches whipped and sliced at you, as you climbed over fallen debris. The idea of stopping flashed through your mind, but you knew you had to follow through.

Trying to see through the minimal amount of light was nearly impossible. The darkness consumed the woods, with only the moon's glow and the trees creating harsh shapes on the forest floor. "Baby! Where did you go? I'm sorry!”

His voice. It was too close, sending a chill down your spine. You quickly ducked behind a towering tree, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to steady your ragged breaths. One hand clamped over your mouth to stifle any noise, the other clenched into a tight fist. "Fuck," Taehyung's voice taunts, followed by the sound of his footsteps approaching. "You got me good, but don't worry. But I can be better okay? We can drop this entire thing and go back to bed…” Taehyung's voice was next to you.

But you aren't falling for that. He wanted you to feel bad. Taehyung's predatory steps echo behind you, coming closer and closer until a vice-like grip seizes your hair, yanking you down to the ground. “I thought we talked about this? This running away shit,” he spat.

"Tae, please, let's just go home... I'm sorry! I promise I won't run again, just please-" Your pleas fall on deaf ears as Taehyung circles around you, his imposing figure casting a looming shadow, pinning you to the dirt and making you feel utterly helpless, the dirt making you feel grimy. You could hear him pull down his pajama pants and you began to cry out. As you struggle to break free, Taehyung's grip tightens and he slams your shoulder back into the ground with a sickening thud. Tears stream down your face as you realize there is no escape from this nightmare.

His hand went to his mouth as he sucked on his middle and index finger. With his other hand, he roughly yanked up your gown until it tore at the seams. You screamed and cried, squeezing your eyes shut in desperate prayer, hoping against hope that this was all just a twisted nightmare inflicted by cruel and malevolent gods.

A shrill cry escapes your lips as your husband rips off your panties and plunges his fingers inside you. They skillfully find your sweet spot, causing you to moan in pleasure. “Already creaming around my fingers, fuck, that's so sexy,” he growls, a mix of desire and dominance in his voice. His head lowers to kiss you messily, leaving a trail of spit on your frightened face. His tongue invades your mouth, despite your attempts to protest.

With the sudden absence of his fingers came the sudden intrusion of his length.

The force of Taehyung's thrusts feels like a battering ram, relentlessly pummeling into you until your body is split in two. Your gasps turn into desperate cries of shock and agony as he continues to ravage you, his lips locked onto yours in a twisted display of affection.

It all left you gasping for air.

Your screams of agony were muffled by Taehyung's unrelenting kisses as he pounded into you mercilessly. You claw and beg for him to stop, tears mingling with the dirt beneath you as he continues to take what he wants from your menatlly broken body.

He persisted, driven by his ultimate goal to finish inside you. His desire was to take control of you, impregnate you with his child.

As you rolled your eyes back in pure ecstasy, Taehyung's cock became coated in slick, sticky cum. The sight only heightened his own arousal and soon he was filling you to the brim with his hot release. Taehyung had a dazed yet blissful look on his face as he gazed at you.

“Don’t turn off those cameras again.”

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sushiwriterhere · 1 year

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right where i want you

summary: "Standing there, staring at the cotton balls in the trash, some part deep inside of you decides that it’s now or never with Rhett." rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader word count: 6.1k warnings: sub!rhett, pseudo enemies-to-lovers!, mentions of violence, choking, dry humping, overstimulation, aftercare, potentially ooc, no use of y/n. notes: uhhh walk him like a dog bitch walk him like a dog🗣😼 i'm not even gonna lie to y'all i've never seen outer range but lewis pullman is in my brain. pls let me know what u think! thank you to @sebsxphia for encouraging my rhett brainworms and to @rhettabbotts for reading a snippet ! my other works are here tagging: @lewmagoo @wkndwlff @bobfloyds @sometimesanalice @bradshawsbitch @roosterbruiser @withahappyrefrain @theharddeck - pls let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!

You work a comb in steady, circular motions over your horse’s coat, watching as the dust and pollen raises into the soft afternoon light. Just under the background noise of the stable, you hear boots crunching and you immediately know who it is. All your time away hasn’t changed a thing, it seems.

“Rhett Abbott you leave me alone or I’ll yell at the top of my lungs, I swear.” You don’t even turn around to look at him, as if not making eye contact would mean he’ll leave. He won’t. And he never does.

“How’d ‘ya know it was me?” You hear the way he kicks at the dirt of the barn floor with his boots absentmindedly, and you try to not let his presence rile you up too much since you know that’s what he wants.

You still don’t turn around to face him. “Because y’never leave me alone.”

“I’m jus’ sweet on ‘ya. Couldn’t help it if I tried. Besides, missed ‘ya while ‘ya were away at that fancy east coast school o’ yours.”

“Well, have you tried?” You ignore the second part of what he said–you’re back for the summer, and you really haven’t been gone all that long even if your parents act like you’ve come back from the dead.

That pulls a laugh from him.

For as long as you can remember, Rhett Abbott has been a pain in your ass. You were slightly younger than him but that somehow never stopped him from always finding a way to be in your presence. Your dad being Wabang’s sheriff didn’t seem to deter him either, especially when your dad started getting real prickly about having boys around.

“Nope,” He lets his lips pop dramatically on the ‘p’ sound, then pauses as if to consider his next words, “Plus, you’re real cute when you’re mad.”

All you want is to turn around and throw the rubber brush you’ve got clenched in your fingers at his stupid, smug, face. You know the exact expression he’s wearing in that moment because it’s the same one he’s had every other time he’s taunted you.

“Decide if you love me or hate me, Rhett Abbott. Quit wastin’ my time.” You hiss, and this time you do turn around. You refrain from throwing anything at him, though.

“Aw, don’t get too upset now,” He pushes himself off the stall door he’d been leaning against and makes his way into your personal space.

You level him with a scathing glare before going back to grooming. Even the way he breathes around you seems to raise your hackles and you wonder if all this tension is ever going to resolve itself. If he’s ever going to leave you alone.

“I didn’t come by to bother ‘ya, honest.” He murmurs.

You don’t grant him a response, but he stays where he is, undeterred.

“I wanted to see if you’d come out tonight, everyone’s been missin’ ‘ya. Whole town’s in uproar that you’re back.”

“I’ll think about it.”

That seems to satisfy him as a grin spreads across his face and he spins on his heel, whistling jauntily as he strolls out of the stable.

You’re loathe to admit it, but it makes something twist in your stomach at the thought that Rhett came by to invite you out, to tell you he missed you. That everyone missed you. You shove that feeling down, though. Rhett’s always just been a nuisance and the fact that he seems to have gotten far handsomer while you’d been away is not part of your calculus.

For all his insistence that he actually likes you, has been thinking about you this whole time, Rhett sure is more than happy to let some buckle bunny cuddle up to him. You swallow something down, not jealousy, but what feels like a lump in your throat. He’s a liar and you’re a fool. Rhett Abbott will never be anything but a good for nothing, sonofa—

You storm out of the bar in a huff, not noticing the way Rhett’s eyes follow you over the head of the bleach blonde who’s grasping the collar of his flannel.

In missing Rhett’s gaze, you also miss the way James Earl follows you out. By the time you’re in the parking lot, it’s too late to turn around. James is between you and the door.

He calls your name and it makes all the hair on the back of your neck stand up, “Wait up!”

“Leave me alone, James.” You really don’t want to deal with him right now, you don’t want to deal with any men, for that matter.

“I said wait.” His voice turns acidic and you pause before turning around slowly. There’s nowhere else for you to go but back into the bar, and you’re certain he won’t just let you walk off while you try to call your dad.

“Now that you’re back, I’m going to take you out to dinner.” James looks almost like he has good intentions, but you haven’t lost touch with the way news travels in Wabang just because you were separated by a few states.

You know what the girls who stayed behind say about him. You heard the stories in high school about how he treated his girlfriends–always holding their arms too tight, a little too possessive. There’s nothing about him that you like, or even want to tolerate, at all.

“No, thank you, James. I really should get going.” You try to sound sweet, try to turn on the charm in hopes that he’ll change his mind.

You turn your phone over in your hands, unlock it, and try to act nonchalant. You remember the Swiss army knife tucked in your bra if things get rough.

His demeanor switches in an instant.

“You think just ‘cause you’re the sheriff's daughter you can just walk around like you own this place, huh? Too good for us with your fancy college? All of Wabang swoonin’ over a stuck up, prissy, little bitch.” The words are like poison, but you try to stand your ground, “Why I ought’a teach you a lesson.”

When James stalks your way, one hand starting to reach for you as you reel back in fear, you realize just what he intends. The world slows to a molasses, you’re outside your body as you freeze, unable to do much but witness what you know is about to happen to you.

Instead of James’ hand around your wrist or in your hair, Rhett’s voice breaks the moment, “Earl, I’ll make ‘ya sorry ‘ya ever look’d at ‘er if ‘ya don’t step away right now.”

There he is, illuminated by the bar deck lights, one hand on his belt as he stalks into the parking lot. You’d call him your savior if you don’t blame him somehow; if he hadn’t been so wrapped up in whatever girl was giving him attention in that moment maybe you wouldn’t be here.

“Like hell you will, Abbott. Leave us alone, this is none of your business.” James whirls around, his attention momentarily off you.

You think you can make your escape, make it back inside the bar where there are more eyes and call your dad to get him to pick you up. Instead, you watch as Rhett and James come face to face, both acting like macho idiots.

They soil your plan for a hasty escape. It’s Rhett who makes the first move and shoves James, hard. In a split second they’re yelling obscenities at each other as Rhett grabs him by the collar to shake him and clock him across the face. His knuckles split open on James’ face and you aren’t sure if his nose is broken from the blow or not.

“Stop it!” You try to at least get Rhett’s attention, maybe use his feelings for you for good, but it does little as James tries to gain the upper hand. “Rhett Abbott you fool, get off’a him!”

All at once, a few other patrons spill out of the bar doors at the commotion. You’re standing a few feet back from the pair as they tussle; there’s blood strewn in the dirt and you hope not too much of it is Rhett’s. Suddenly they’re being pulled apart.

You march up to James and stick a finger in his face as he struggles against the men holding his arms, “You ever try that shit with me again I’ll make sure my daddy gives you exactly what you deserve.”

His face is twisted up in a snarl, and he looks like he’s considering spitting in your face, “Still hiding behind your daddy? Figures.”

He’s hauled off in a moment before you can respond, no doubt to get cleaned up and have someone take a look at his nose. Maybe even to face your dad. You whirl around to start shouting at Rhett next, but he’s simply standing there, hands hanging loosely by his sides. No one’s restraining him anymore, they’re all dealing with James you guess, and you realize that it’s just the two of you in the parking lot at that point.

You make your decision in an instant, “Give me your keys.”

You don’t get closer to him, you just hold a hand out and look at him expectantly. Rhett doesn’t move.

“Rhett Abbott, you damned fool, give me your keys so I can take your stupid ass home.”

He has the audacity to smile wolfishly at you, cheek bruising, and say lowly as he walks to you, “Tryin’ to take me home, sugar?”

Snatching his keys from his fist, you turn around without responding. You don’t check if he’s following you, some part of you knows you don’t need to.

You climb into the drivers side of his truck and start it, only barely waiting for him to get in and buckle up. Switching it into gear, you start driving. It’s deathly silent in the cab as you drive, ignoring far too many traffic laws along the way for someone who was raised by the sheriff. Rhett fidgets in his seat next to you.

As you weave down the back country roads to his place, you distantly recall the time during high school when he’d bought the truck. All week, girls had flocked to him, begging him to teach them to drive stick (they all already knew) or even just sit in the back. Trucks were a dime a dozen, but Rhett Abbott’s was special in the eyes of all the future buckle bunnies.

You’d watched the chaos from afar until he’d lifted his gaze from the girl tugging at his flannel to look at you. You’d looked away quickly, too embarrassed to be caught staring at him despite your continued insistence you didn’t like him in the slightest and that he never crossed your mind.

He never did end up giving any of the girls a chance. He wouldn’t even let them touch the keys.

Now here you are, driving his truck like it’s your own without a single complaint from him.

When you pull up to his house, you get out the same way you’d gotten in–without a word and barely waiting for him to catch up to you. It’s almost instinctual, the way you grab the house key from next to the truck one, unlock the door and shove inside, only knowing that he’s inside too because of the way the door slides shut softly instead of slamming.

Once inside, you flick on the kitchen light and round on him, “Now why’d ‘ya have to go and start shit with James Earl, huh?”

Rhett looks like he’s just been scolded by his mother for leaving his socks on the floor at his ripe age, and he scoffs harshly. You don’t miss the way his knuckles are split and crusted in blood. There’s a bruise blooming high on one of his cheeks.

“I’m the one startin’ shit? He was tryin’ somethin’ with you!” He takes a step toward you but you don’t move, “Earl’s a piece of shit and he got what was comin’ to him. I don’t regret a goddamn thing.”

“I had it handled.” Your defense is instinctual–knee jerk, even—everyone wants you to be fragile, to be something that needs protecting, and you’re sick of it.

“Did ‘ya?” You’re toe to toe now, and his shoulders are heaving. “‘Cause what I saw said somethin’ else.”

For a moment, you think he might kiss you. It takes all of your mental effort not to shove him and start shouting at him for how stupid he is, so instead you raise a single eyebrow and plaster on your most disapproving expression possible.

“I’m not arguin’ with you, Rhett Abbott. Get your damn first-aid kit and lemme clean ‘ya up.”

For once in his life, he listens to you. Eventually you find yourself kneeling in front of him as he sinks into the couch. You’ve turned on one of the living room lights, but there’s still just barely enough light to make out the details of his face and the way he tore up his knuckles on James Earl’s nose and cheeks.

“Now keep bein’ all tough, I better not hear ‘ya bitchin’ about the antiseptic hurtin’.” You don’t have it in you to actually hurt him though, so you keep the press of the rubbing alcohol-soaked cotton balls gentle.

He draws his shoulders up by his ears regardless, hissing lightly when it stings. Thankfully, only his pinky knuckle is actually split open on his right hand, so he won’t be entirely useless at work. His left hand is in worse shape, with three of his knuckles bubbling blood where he managed to cut them open. Both hands are bruised.

He doesn’t comment on your position at his knees.

“Earl’s nose better be fuckin’ broken.” Rhett finally breaks the silence as you finish cleaning his hands.

You don’t grant him with a response. Instead you stand to your full height and make your way to the kitchen to throw away the cotton balls now soaked with his blood. Standing there, staring at the cotton balls in the trash, some part deep inside of you decides that it’s now or never with Rhett.

When you return to him, he hasn’t moved a muscle. He simply tips his head back to look at you. Slowly, you put one knee up on the couch next to his thighs, then the other, and all of a sudden you’re kneeling over his lap. The hem of your dress just barely brushes his jeans. He looks like he’s holding his breath and he barely exhales when you let your full weight rest on him.

“I need to make sure he didn’t break yours.” It’s a lame excuse and you both know it, but you know he won’t call you on it, not when your bare thighs are warm against his denim-clad ones.

He smells like outside, like the evening sun, and something that tickles your nose; it’s uniquely Rhett. Privately, you wonder if all his clothes smell like him, and if they carry that scent even when he hasn’t worn them in a long while.

Shifting in his lap, you cradle his face and turn it toward the light. As if he’s trying not to spook a wild horse, he very delicately places his hands on your thighs. He doesn’t grip them, doesn’t let his fingertips twitch, just rests his calloused palms against your bare skin.

“Looks fine to me.” You breathe out, realizing how close your faces are.

“I’ll pretend that was a compliment.” He’s trying to sound flirtatious, trying to sound like the casanova his reputation makes him out to be, only he’s breathless and his face is flushed and you can feel his pulse racing.

You hate when men think they can just take control of you in bed because they’re a man and you’re not. But with Rhett, you can tell you’ve got him right where you want him by the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat and the way his hands rest on your thighs, fingertips just barely brushing the hem of your dress.

Letting go of his face, you brush imaginary dust off his shoulders before letting one hand rest flat on his chest, and threading the other up into his hair. It’s silkier than you ever imagined despite the way you know you can safely assume he does jack all to take care of it. He’s so damn pretty it makes your chest ache.

Both of you are silent, only the sounds of your breathing barely audible. Ever so gently, you slide your hand from his hair to the base of his neck. He’s like a foal in the way you’re unsure of how he’ll react to your hand placement, a new sort of touch. His heart hammers in his chest beneath your palm.

He doesn’t bolt or react strongly. Instead, he swallows thickly against your hand, blinking slowly at the sensation of your fingers tucked neatly around his throat. You’re not squeezing in the slightest, just letting your fingers rest around the warm, tanned, skin of his neck.

“Are you going to behave, Rhett?” Your voice is low over the sounds of the night outside.

He nods as you flex your fingers gently, testing the waters, and his eyes flutter shut. Rocking your hips experimentally, you feel the way his grip tightens on your thighs and the way he’s hard against you.

He likes it. He likes the way you’ve got a hand around his throat, the other resting gently on his chest. He isn’t fighting you, he isn’t arguing–for once in his life, he’s quiet in your presence.

The realization of how obedient he’s being sends a skittering sort of arousal through you. You see yourself pulling on jeans tomorrow and finding his fingerprints on you. You see him staring at himself in the mirror in the morning, lost at how to cover up the evidence of what you’d done to him the night before.

“You’ve spent all this time pullin’ my pigtails, and now that I’m here you can’t even form words.” He keeps his eyes closed and nods ever so slightly.

You want to hate him.

Oh how you want to hate Rhett Abbott. You want to hate the way he’s spent the last however many years following you around like a stray dog, poking fun at you and riling you up, just to have your attention. You want to hate the way he probably spent more time chasing boys off than your dad did. More than anything else you want to find it in you to feel something other than the way he’s burrowed himself under your skin.

“Whatever,” His voice is strained and he clears his throat before opening his eyes again, “Whatever you want, sugar. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“And if I want to get up right now, and never see you again?” You aren’t going to make this easy on him.

Yelling at James Earl is one thing, almost beating him to a pulp is another. You can protect yourself, you’re not a damsel in distress, and above all Rhett needs to learn his place. You’re grateful he was there, you are. But you didn’t need him to go and get in trouble on your behalf.

“Now, sugar, I find it hard to believe—”

You move as if to stand up, going to remove the hand from his neck to use one of his shoulders as leverage. Before you can get far, really even one inch away from him, one of his hands is flying from your thighs to clutch at the wrist of the hand that’s leaving his throat. He holds you there, and you can feel the way his pulse is racing. He maintains the way he stares into your eyes, but this time his are wide, almost as if in fear that you’d actually get up and leave.

“Try again.” You don’t change the way half your weight is off him, but you let him hold your wrist.

“Whatever you want, goes.” He swallows slowly before speaking again, “Will you just–Will you please sit back down?”

He doesn’t let go of your wrist.

You ease yourself back into his lap and run your free hand in between you till you reach his erection. It sends a thrill through you to feel just how excited he is by all of this. You want to hear him say please again, you want to see how far you can push your luck with him in the palm of your hand. You want him to beg.

You laugh lightly, if not a bit cruelly, as you squeeze his cock over his jeans, “Does this turn you on, Rhett?” You pause to watch how his pupils dilate at your tone before pressing on, “Not much of a big, bad, man now, are ‘ya?”

To your surprise, that doesn’t set him off. Most men wouldn’t let you put your hand around their throat, much less question just how much of a man they are. But he barely reacts beyond his chest rising and falling, his hands moving back to fully settle on your thighs and this time, gripping tightly.

“Like I said, whatever you want, sugar–I just want ‘ya to use me. Be good for something,” He licks his lips and exhales shakily, “Be good for you.”

Jesus. His sincerity bleeds through in the way his face is flushed and he maintains steady eye contact. He doesn’t waver for a single moment.

Something sick twists in your chest. Never before has a man been so willing, so pliant, for you. They’ve always tried to take what they want from you, always tried to make you submit. But what you actually wanted was this, Rhett’s eyes gazing pleadingly up at you while you sit in his lap.

“So this is what you wanted all along, huh? Always following me around, playing pranks on me, just wanted me to get my hand around your throat and use you?” You’re goading him on, trying to discern exactly what he wants you to say, what he’ll let you get away with.

With that, you lean close as if to kiss him and he closes his eyes lightly in anticipation, but at the last second turn your head so you can drag the tip of your nose across his cheek. The shudder that runs through him at the feather-light sensation is delicious; it makes you laugh lightly at how affected he is. His breaths are starting to come heavier, already betraying him if he tried to hide how badly he wants this. But he isn’t hiding, not in the slightest.

Now that you’re this close to him, the scent of him is overwhelming. It floods your mind and makes you almost lightheaded as you realize just how badly you want him. Part of it is that he’s so pliant, so willing, but the other part is the truth of the matter that you finally have to admit to yourself: you don’t hate Rhett Abbott.

In fact, his whole years-long performance has only meant that his constant presence is lingering somewhere at the forefront of your mind regardless of whether he’s around or not. When you’d gone off to college, those nine months had been odd without him around. You’d half expected him to show up to walk you between lecture halls or push some frat boy off you at a party.

(What you don’t know is that Rhett did almost go out to visit you. He’d looked at plane tickets, at how long it might take him to drive. He decided against it when he remembered every time you’d rejected him or told him to, very unkindly, “fuck off”.)

“Can I kiss ‘ya?” His voice is rough and he licks his lips again, like it’s a nervous habit.

You press a gentle kiss to his cheek and giggle softly to yourself when he whines and says, “That’s not what I meant and y’know it.”

Finally, you press your lips to his. They’re soft and warm and he’s so much better of a kisser than everyone else you’ve been with that it almost knocks the wind out of you. But he keeps you grounded, especially when his hand moves up to your jaw so he can coax it open. The way he licks into your mouth makes you let out a startled gasp.

You don’t expect it to feel so good. It’s one thing to sit in his lap and flirt, it’s a whole other to taste him and understand why girls chase him endlessly. You can’t stop the way your hips move against his and he keeps one hand on your thigh while the other goes to your tits. His hand dwarfs your chest and he gropes you haphazardly.

“Fuck, you’re even better than I imagined,” He sighs, pushing up against the hand that’s still around his throat.

“I haven’t even taken my clothes off, Rhett.” You tease, wanting to see how far you can push him, see if you can still get a rise out of him.

But it seems he’s given up the fight now that you’re right where he wants you. He smiles gently as he pulls back to look you in the eyes, “I could finish in my pants like a damned teenager with you like this, sugar, doesn’t matter.”

Rhett Abbott, womanizer, absolute menace in your life, admitting that he’s got it so bad for you that he could come in his pants just from having you near him? You could’ve guessed that he wanted to fuck you, but you always thought it would be more of him getting his rocks off and letting you fend for yourself. It never would’ve occurred to you that this is how he’d be in the moment. Him admitting how weak he is for you makes your head spin.

You press yourself ever closer to him, licking into his mouth and trapping his hand between the two of you where it had been stroking your nipples through the thin fabric of your sundress. He manages to free it, though, and slides it down your side to where your thigh creases. He wraps it around you there and the the sheer size difference between his hand and your hip makes a twisted sort of want course in your veins.

The first press of his thumb against your clit through your panties sends a jolt through you. He keeps your hips moving in a steady rhythm against his as he works steady circles over your clit. His other hand won’t stay still as it runs up and down your back, rubs your nipples, yanks on the tips of your hair ever so slightly. It’s mind-numbingly filthy, the quiet of his house filled with both of your gasps and moans, your hand still on his neck.

“Cum for me, sugar,” Then, as if he’s anticipating your chastisement, he adds, “Please.”

Your orgasm rips through you like white hot lighting as you gasp into his open mouth and he moans right along with you. You realize you’re chanting his name over and over like a prayer, completely unwittingly. He doesn’t let up with any of his movements, prolonging your pleasure til it folds into something more biting, just on the edge of overstimulating.

“Fuck, Jesus,” He gasps, and after a moment, “I’ll be thinking ‘bout that til I die,” He rasps out, settling both of his hands on your hips and leaning his forehead against yours.

You want to tease him about taking the Lord’s name in vain but you hold back. For a moment, it’s quiet. Your hips are still against his as you take in what just happened. It begins to dawn on you that he’s still hard under you, but he isn’t making any moves to change that.

He starts to shift under you like he’s considering standing up but you stop him by leaning into him.

“Ah ah, I’m not finished with you yet,” His eyes snap to yours in surprise.

“Rhett Abbott. Tellin’ me I could make you cum in your pants like a teen boy?” You lean back ever so slightly with a light snarl on your face, finally tightening your fingers to a tight grip in a way that makes his eyes glaze over, “Prove it.”

Pressing the heel of your palm into his crotch, you watch as he eyes scrunch shut and he grinds up once, twice, three times before a he releases a shaky exhale. You watch as he comes, as he pants and whines through his orgasm, the denim under your hand growing warm and wet. He doesn’t stop grinding and thrusting up against your hand til it draws a pained moan from him.

“Can I–Can I keep going?” He tries to make eye contact but his eyes are too unfocused from pleasure, “Like it when it, ah, when it hurts.”

God, this is what you’ve been missing out on the whole time? You let yourself rock steadily in his lap as he grinds up against your hand and leans forward to kiss you messily. You wonder if he let the other girls he’s been with do this to him. But something tells you that isn’t the case–you really don’t want it to be.

The whines and gasps he’s letting out as he’s writhing below you are something from your most far-fetched fantasies. You’re only slightly stunned as you feel him get hard again below you, though it seems to draw out the pain more than the pleasure given the way his face twists up and the hiss he lets out. All at once he settles; and then he goes to lift your wrist away from his crotch.

It’s terribly tender, the way he pulls away from you to press a kiss to the palm of your hand and smile widely at you. You almost get whiplash.

“What are you playin’ at?” You can’t help but settle back into your old ways–the Rhett Abbott you’ve known for so long has only really been around to aggravate you, the heartfelt way he’s looking at you sets you off kilter.

When he laughs at the way you’re starting to get irritated, you try to pull your hand from his to no avail and it makes the heat rise in your face, “Knock it off, Rhett. You’re bein’ an asshole.”

But he just keeps smiling at you as he pulls your other hand off his neck so that he can place both on his shoulders and cradle your face, “You’re so beautiful.”

As if anticipating the way you’re going to react to his words, he pulls your face to his so that he can press your lips together once again. It’s nothing like before. Before it was all tongue and your lips barely meeting through the gasps and moans being pulled out of you. This time it’s something so warm, so delicate, it makes your chest hurt in a different way.

“I hate you, Rhett Abbott,” You manage to gasp out once he pulls away fully, a sparkle in his eyes. It doesn’t have any heat to it, lacks all the rage it used to–this time, it just sounds like you might be trying to tell him you love him.

He ignores you in favor of standing with you still in his arms and declaring, “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and go to bed.”

Somewhere between your orgasm and when he kissed you that final time, you think he might’ve figured it out too–that you don’t hate him and maybe you never have. Because you let him carry you through his dark home without protest. You let him undress you wordlessly, without fanfare and without ogling your naked form. He simply drops your soiled clothing into a laundry hamper and starts undressing himself.

You watch him strip as he turns on the shower and gestures for you to follow him in when he steps in. For just a second you stare at him, halfway in and halfway out from under the stream of water, the way he’s staring at you expectantly.

He still has that bruise on his cheek from where James Earl hit him what feels like a lifetime ago. His knuckles are still split in some places, just turning that particular shade of red in others. He’s a goddamn vision under the yellow and white fluorescent lights of his bathroom. It makes you want to hold your breath for fear that you’ll disturb the moment somehow.

The shower proceeds without a hitch. It’s oddly lacking sexual tension, though you notice that he’s still half hard. You have half a mind to sink to your knees and suck him off, just to prove your point, just to show him you mean business. But the way he gently washes you as if he’d done it a million times before stops you. You let him clean you up between your legs without a protest.

When he opens the bathroom cabinet to reveal various creams and lotions after you’ve both stepped out and wrapped yourselves in towels, you feel yourself start to get angry. Is he seriously showing you all the products he buys for all the other girls he brings home?

Instead, he smiles sheepishly at you and rubs the back of his neck, “You always smell so good, I spent ages tryin’ to figure out which one you were usin’. Just bought all of ‘em at some point.”

You feel floored as the fight leaves your body. You don’t have a way to be upset about that. Wordlessly, you pick up one of the bottles tucked in the second row and hand it to him.

“It’s this one.”

The grin that spreads over his face is one of such genuine happiness it makes you want to squeal and run for the hills at the same time. You wonder distantly if he’ll ever stop making you feel like that–simultaneously like a trapped animal and like you’re the only girl he’s ever seen. You wonder if this (there’s a ‘this’?) will last long enough for you to find out.

He lends you one of his shirts and you’re pleased to find out that it does hold his smell. It sits long on you, settling around your knees, making you feel just a bit like a sexy ghost with the way it hugs your chest. He pulls on a pair of briefs before flicking off the overhead light and then throwing back the covers and patting the space next to him.

“You’re a vision for a blind man, sugar,” His voice carries through the otherwise silent room, “Now come to bed.”

It’s something out of a daydream, climbing into bed with Rhett Abbott. You’re immediately enveloped in his scent, the way his arm lays heavy around your waist and pulls you close to him. For once, you don’t fight him.

“You okay there, sugar? Been awfully quiet.” His voice is low right next to your ear before he turns away momentarily to turn off the bedside table light. His arm is back around you in an instant.

Wiggling yourself around in his arms, you turn so that the two of you are nose to nose. He smiles that smile again, the one that fills you with warmth and makes your stomach twist. There’s barely enough light from outside to really see him as your eyes adjust to the dark, but you know his face.

“I don’t think I hate you.”

He starts laughing. It shakes his shoulders and makes the bed creak. His eyes screw up and you can feel the way his stomach moves against yours. You feel your shoulders go up by your ears and you try to pull away, embarrassed that he’s laughing.

“I’m sorry, sugar, c’mere,” He tugs you even closer to him than before, if possible, “I’m not laughin’ at you, I’m laughin’ only ‘cause I never hated you. I don’t really think you hated me either.”

“Hey!” You’re indignant, “Rhett Abbott, who’re you to tell me how I feel?”

“Alright, alright, sugar, I’ll take ‘yer word for it. My heroics do it for ‘ya?” You barely catch the way he winks at you in the dark, but it makes you want to bite him in retaliation.

“The way you almost got the snot beat outta ‘ya? Sure.” Scoffing, you turn yourself over so you’re facing away from him again, only you don’t move out of his arms.

He huffs lightly in protest, but lets it go in favor of nuzzling into your hair and pressing his lips to the crown of your head. It sends a warm sort of heat through you. You’re not ready to fully give in to him yet, but you think he might be growing on you. You’ll just have to see.

#walk him like a dog bitch walk him like a dog #rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbot smut #rhett abbott x you #outer range fic #outer range fanfic #outer range fanfiction #no use of y/n

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running-with-the-feels · 9 months

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I will be doing that Kenshi character analysis when I have more free time (life's been hectic lately), but until then, please take my headcanons:

Kenshi chews hard candies. This is apparently a genetic trait since Takeda does the same thing.

Frost's real name is Morya (pronounced mori-ya) and she's Russian and Kazakh.

Her hair was also originally black but turned white with age. Which is a common thing for cryomancers, the fact that Kuai Liang has any black hair at his big age is nothing short of a miracle.

Sonya is a kleptomaniac and was a chronic shoplifter in her early teen years (a habit that took months to break). Nothing big just some snack food but she still finds herself pocketing things she's not supposed to.

Liu Kang's favorite song is One Week by Barenaked Ladies. If he's being honest, it kinda reminds him of his relationship with Kung Lao. (I have so many Liu Kang headcanons it's unreal but I'm going to limit myself to one for this ask)

This one's long:

Bi Han, before being kidnapped by the Lin Kuei, wanted to be an opera singer. He wasn't good at singing to start out, but one of his mom's friends worked at an opera house and was happy to give him free lessons. After being initiated into the Lin Kuei he was banned from indulging in hobbies as they were seen as meaningless. But he continued to practice if he had time on solo missions. He saw it as his own act of freedom/rebellion.

Then Hanzo tore his head off. As Noob he didn't even get to try, since the whole mind control business. Sometimes he'd find himself unconsciously falling back into old habits leading to people being unnerved when Noob fucking Saibot started hitting notes high enough to crack glass at them like some kind of horror movie.

Even after getting his humanity restored, his vocal cords were permanently damaged and pushing his voice too hard results in coughing fits, soreness, and losing his voice for days at a time. And when he does sing, it's strained and sometimes hurts. But if Bi Han's anything it's stubborn so he continues to "build up his tolerance" as he calls it.

EEEEEEEEEE can't wait to see it and I love these

The first time Sonya sees Kenshi chew a hard candy she walks straight into a wall in horror. Cassie does the same when she catches Takeda doing it.

The only people allowed to call Frost Morya are Kuai Liang and Cassie. Kuai Liang only ever does it when she's ill or injured and though she'll never admit it she finds it very comforting, and Cassie calls her that whenever she wants to kiss her really bad (bc Frost always kisses her when she does)

Kuai Liang still has black hair that oddly shows no sign of greying, but his eyes tend to flicker between their normal brown and a terrifyingly bright blue whenever he has a strong emotion, a trait also common in cryomancers.

Johnny is actually Sonya's biggest supporter in breaking her habit of nicking things and is the only person she's ever met that hasn't judged her for it, which she appreciates

Kung Lao's fav song is all star by smash mouth and he's the one who introduced Liu Kang to most of the music that Liu Kang knows (pls tell me your Liu Kang hc if you get the chance, I Beg)

Bi-Han used to sing lullabies to Kuai Liang and Tomáš in the Lin Kuei and Enenra can still be founding humming the tunes along to himself after a hard battle.

Noob got a bit of a reputation as a siren in the Netherrealm bc if you heard him singing it meant you were already dead.

After they resurrected Bi-Han and he began living at the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang, Hanzo eventually came to apologize for killing him, it didn't go well but Hanzo is trying to atone and Bi-Han is struggling to stay angry about it (especially when Kuai Liang wants them to get along so bad)

Hanzo found out about the damage to his vocal chords and sought out an edenian tea said to be able to aid in the healing of such wounds, gifting it to the shadow wielder as part of his apology.

Bi-Han will never admit it but it actually works and being able to sing without pain again, even if only for as long as the tea is in effect, is the first thing to make him really feel human again

#love these hcs dude #bi han #takeda takahashi #kenshi takahashi #liu kang #kung lao #liulao #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #sonya blade #johnny cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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atokirina-writings · 2 years

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Hi love

So I had this idea in my head, but it’s a quiet, more sensitive reader who be friends Lo’ak and come to defense and tells jake that all he want is to make his dad proud and be seen 🥺.

Thanks 💜

Best Friends. Lo’ak x reader

Lo’ak x gn!reader, Neytiri/Jake x reader (featured), Reader is Omaticaya, Comfort, Fluff, A little angst I guess, A lil hinted romance at the end!

Synopsis: Reader sticks up for Lo’ak from his dad’s scolding. (Takes place during the events of atwow)

Tysm for this request I loved writing it instead of studying for my exams :) Pls send me anymore ideas you may have!

You and lo’ak were two peas in pod. Since you can remember Lo’ak has been your best friend. You were like two halves of one whole. Lo’ak was the loud, extroverted, and sociable side. You were the quiet, calm, and introverted side. On the surface it would seem weird for the two of you to be friends since you seem to be nothing alike. Behind the surface, you two understand each other like no one else can. Lo’ak gets to see the extroverted and outgoing side of you that comes out when the two of you are together. Lo’ak always comes to you with his problems, you help him through them and vise versa.

Today you were watching the war party attack the sky people from above, simply observing. You notice another one of the sky peoples gun ships coming around the corner and call it to the people bellow. When you look around you, you notice Lo’ak and Neteyam are gone “Oh no.” Looking around frantically trying to spot them on the ground you finally lock your eyes on Lo’ak. He’s running away from a missile, then boom. You watch as Lo’ak and Neteyam are flung from the ground beneath their feat landing on the ruble.

“You’re supposed to be spotters! You spot bogies and you call em in, from a distance!” Jake yells at Neteyam and Lo’ak disciplining them for their disobedience. You’re watching from a distance unseating your ikran but listening intently. Jake dismisses Neteyam, going off with his mom to get patched up. Lo’ak stays behind while Jake continues to scold your best friend. He looks at your from the side of his eyes feeling highly embarrassed that you have to listen to him get in trouble.

Lo’ak always comes to you after getting yelled at by his father but this is your first time hearing it for yourself. “Go on and get that crap of your face.” Jake tells Lo’ak dismissing him. Something in you snaps as you can’t stand to hear your friend be humiliated by his own father. Stepping between the two of them you look Jake dead in his eyes “Do not speak to him that way.” You take a second to think about how you’re speaking to the Olo'eyktan, your leader, you should never be speaking this way to him. Knowing that what you’re doing is for your friend you brush it off. “Lo’ak tries to live up to you ya know? He tries very hard to get your approval and you do nothing but criticize him. He is trying to live up to you every day, he may not always execute it well but he tries. He tries and you do not see that. You do not see him.” You finish with an abrasive tone. Turing to Lo’ak as he grabs your arm and speaks under his breath from embarrassment “Stop it is fine y/n.” “No! No it is not! I see this hurts y-” Jake interjects cutting you off before you can finish “I am his father, I know what is best for my son” You open your mouth to counter his argument but Lo’ak drags you away before you can speak, apologizing to his father in the process.

Letting go of your arm when you get to your families tent, luckily no one is home at the moment. “Why would you do that? That was not like you.” Looking down you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you for what you just did. “I- I had to stick up for you, you are my best friend and I know how much his criticism bothers you. I overstepped, I am sorry Lo’ak.” Finishing your words you look up to see his eyes glossy with tears that threaten to spill. “Lo’ak whats-” Stopping you from finishing your sentence, wrapping his arms under yours to embrace you with his face in your neck, he speaks. “Thank you, you don’t know how much I needed that.” He chokes out as you rub circles into his back as he let’s all of his frustrations out. You would do anything for him, your best friend.

Bonus!

Jake is telling Neytiri about what he has just experienced untill the two of them notice Lo’ak crying in your arms. Neytiri begins to make her way to you but Jake stops her. “She is his best friend, let him be.” Neytiri’s motherly instincts fight her as she doesn’t want to see her son hurt but tells herself to let you comfort him. Jake and Neytiri observe the two of you in silence as you calm him down with such ease. Nudging His mates arm he arm gives her a knowing smirk nodding this head to your direction as two are enveloped in one another. Softly laughing she rests her hear on his shoulder as they intertwine fingers, reminiscing on simpler times.

#avatar imagine #avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak headcannons #lo’ak sully #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak #lo’ak fic #lo’ak fluff #neytiri x reader #lo’ak angst #jake sully x reader #jake sully #neytiri #atokirina writings

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picmitsuba · 2 days

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pls pls pls tell me more about Ayuka and/or Kiku I literally love them and their designs so much!!!!!

OHHH GOSH.. see i fumble at these all the time. i have a story for them in my head but idk how to put it out there... and in an order that makes sense?

ill try for kikus since i have it the most sorted rn

kikus actual name is emika, the girl shes possessing is just named kiku. !! but we call her kiku anyways. kind of symbolic Shrug

she has ties to the name Kiku from back when she was alive... ! her friend was named the same thing, but she hasnt realized that lol. this is why she possesses This kiku in the first place, she felt very drawn to her due to her popularity and her name.

emika was alive during the timeline of the sumire chapters! her and her friend, kiku (this is confusing to write) were both young children when they both saw no.6 just kill everyone. emika after this day is able to tell when people will die. super cool!

the trauma just really settles in very late when kiku (the friend) is a teenager. she becomes wary of everyone, esp adult figures and essentially secludes herself from the village. but emika can see that kiku will die soon. but...! she doesnt realize she has the same timed fate as her friend :D

they finally talk, and meet at the pond they would visit as kids. one thing leads to another, and emika is pushed into the pond and left to drown :-D

as a spirit, she comes back angry and restless. she didnt remember a thing, but she felt like the life she had amounted to nothing. so it doesnt.. end like that. she begins possessing people. she switches bodies every 1-2 years!

her super moral rule of possession is to only possess people who are close to death... (very supernatural way of thinking lol) but in this case, kiku (present) was going to have a long life. but emika possesses her anyways cuz shes selfish 🙏. which just cuts the real kikus life short, as her actual spirit just did not even last a week outside of the body.

in her head, she reasons it by planning to make this life Really worth it. but... issue is, possessed humans arent really sensed. very much forgetable. so no one ever approaches or notices her. so she stays as kiku... for decades! since the 80s!! just waiting for someone to see her. even the few who Can notice her due to a higher spiritual power just kind of dgaf and dont realise what she even is lol

she cant let go of humanity despite being dead.. she died young and she cant even remember her own past, so she clings onto humanity through possession instead of moving on! otherwise, she will think her life will amount to nothing. very healthy!

but ayuka can now see her after being cursed, and kiku makes her first friend. and nothing bad will happen!.

theres 'kiku' for ya 🫡 u kinda get the theming for her character, yah :D

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huntershowl · 11 days

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SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i don't have one particular otp — big ships change depending on the Era hellhound is in!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

nothing illegal obviously — other than that, aside from long-lifespan characters whose mental maturation is slower, i generally stay away from with 10+ year age gaps when the younger muse is under 20. just feels like a weird power dynamic i guess?

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yes! ships on this blog cannot be pre-established — i tend to lose interest fast if they don't build up naturally, either through lots of ooc plotting or through writing. on top of that, seph is ... piiiiicky. she has very specific Types. generally, ships with very gentle, soft, mentally well-adjusted characters are possible, but transient — seph falls out of love after a point, but remains staunchly protective of them.

the long and short of the matter is she's a freak, and you kind of have to match that to be compatible as a long-term partner. but even then they don't always line up perfectly! idk. seph's weird. simultaneously very easy to ship with and very hard to ship with.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

oh i've got lots of good ones going on right now!! pls forgive me for gushing. focusing on currently heavily-plotted and/or written ones for this bit bc otherwise it will be pages and pages!! if i forgot someone you have full permission to impale me on a pike i am SO SORRY. (aka i'll go back and add u in omg)

@vsagis' villain izuku— i had to put u first bc u kickstarted this shipping renaissance. seph and izuku clicked instantly and started a long-term trajectory that i don't think either of us writers expected. they're just freak enough to match each other, just soft enough to genuinely care. we're really putting these two through the horrors(tm) and watching them fall hopelessly, horribly in love. <3

@spiritcrown's pasha — how could i not mention pasha!! i was so happy to see you back, because pasha and seph's relationship was soooo formative for seph's development wrt romance. seph is absolutely, completely and utterly devoted to pasha. they worship at the altar of her. they would bend heaven and raise hell for her.

@crowshoots' jesper — UAHGHGBBHBH INCOHERENT CRYING NOISES. the first thing seph noticed about jesper was extremely respectable fighting skills, but even then they were definitely uhhhh touch and go for a while there before they started to simmer down and. pin each other down and — one thing led to another and jesper's being antagonized by her antagonists and they're too deeply in love to go back!! i love them. i l

@crowgreeds' kaz — HHHHHHHHH god. hi siri i know ur not around the dash much but idc im writing u into this. kaz and seph both have such a darkness in them that the other recognizes and not only feeds, but when necessary, balances. they're ruthless and violent and mean but at the same time, they have such a softness for each other that they both thought was dead. also, you're the recipient of probably the best rp reply i've ever written (that fucking. hellhound kill description. my GOD im feral for seph protecting him)

@tewwor.... goose is2g we really have the creatures ever. litho — FIRST SHIP!!!! FIRST SHIIIP i still cant believe it took 4 irl years for them to finally admit their stupid feelings. now they're soulmates and there's no turning back. he's the reason seph likes poetry in every verse. the softest snarkiest ship. probably the closest to a true YA-style soulmate seph has. she hasn't forgiven him for all the twilight jokes though tough luck jie & ricochet — the boys... the absolute chaos trio... i never expected seph and jie to fall for each other but honestly i should have. he falls so neatly into her "equally feral" type. ricochet is so calm and seph is kind of intoxicated by that. sheathed claws kind of vibe. just love these three their dynamic balances itself so well

@spungolden's dio — two femmes raised as weapons with deeply suppressed emotions, chillin in a murder alley, five feet apart cause theyre not g— (theyre gay. theyre so gay) these two are so sweet they sometimes make me tear up. they skipped the trauma stage and went straight into lesbian domestic fantasy with only occasional murder.

@chaoslulled oh boy(s). toji — brutally in love. they saw and embraced each other's monster, refused to shy away, and now they somehow revolve in this strange orbit of violent and incredibly soft with each other. i think he's the first of the current ship lineup that seph has in-thread said the L-word to. this ship was so easy to jump right into, the chemistry was like lightning in a bottle. satoru — one of the most genuinely unexpected slowburn ships i've stumbled into. these two read each other for filth INSTANTLY as lonely motherfuckers who, in some way or another, had loved and lost. they haven't even gotten to the oh-shit moment in the slowburn yet but i'm lookin forward to it yakuza sukuna — THE PAIN. THE SUFFERING. AUHHHGHGGGG HOL YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING MEEEE. these two are mirrors in the worst possible way. they've got their throats stuck under their boss' boot heels; they've been disfigured, they've had their siblings used as leverage, they've been made into muzzled dogs. despite hating each other at the start, they can't not recognize that, and it's led to this fierce protectiveness that isssss whoops evolving into feelings. i'm sure nothing will go wrong

@eraserisms' shota — AHHHHHHH god okay most of this ship has been pure plotting vibes and responses to memes, but i truly cannot wait to get into writing more of them because they own my heart and soul. i think they know each other to the marrow in a way that's not super common for seph, and the gentleness and caution with which they're starting to explore revisiting their care for each other is heartbreaking in the best way

@sasouken BEE!!!! ok chronologically(??): deku — so precious and wholesome from the start. your honor he's just a little guy with a big dumb crush. when i tell uuuuuu some of our plotting has literally made me tear up a little??? the absolute bleeding heart on this boy??? HURTS ME??? one day they'll hold hands casper — slated to be our angstiest dynamic, i just Know it. two motherfuckers who love their siblings, inextricably involved in a tangled web of crime and violence. two people who have lost so much and don't want to lose anyone ever again. i will die i WILL satoru — such... a different vibe than i was expecting in an amazing way?? his dynamic with seph is so fuckin sweet? so much physical touch born of trust and comfort. also again: her first ever fwb (for now), which is truly a wild thing to experience. sukuna — i .. . dont even know what to say about this one. (affectionate). he unlocked an entirely new dimension of freak in seph's psyche and attraction style that i couldn't comprehend before we started writing them but retrospectively makes so much sense. what the fuck is going on with these two i have no idea but i am OBSESSED with it. also writing them getting down nasty has been extremely fun, i'm enjoying it a lot

there are more sort of beginnings/potentials for ships that haven't been explored yet which i haven't included here, but i'm truly excited to see where each and every one of them goes!!!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes absolutely hahaha — at least communicating ooc about it is necessary! i'm much more comfortable shipping with partners i mesh well with as a mun and have an easy time talking to.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

LOOK I. LISTEN. LISTEN... IM FERAL FOR SHIPS. FERAL. even though seph is picky about them — and i promise it's not personal if it doesnt work, it truly is just her dumb creature ass being unable to normal.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

N/A for this blog, but as a fun trivia fact, i'm deep in satosugu hell rn

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

it's all vibes babey. we just start writing their non-romantic dynamic buildup, and if it clicks (or even if u just think ur character would have a crush!) we talk about it ooc and plot some more, then plot some more and before u know it, the angst hammer looms over ur head

Tagged by: @bearratic (thank youuuu!!)

Tagging: (points) do it

#>> OUT.#>> NOTE.#im not sorry for ship gushing.#long post cw

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halevren · 8 months

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FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 2

HIII INTREPID HEROES!!!!!

I'm so excited for this episode guys what if we see ayda finally 🥹🥹🥹

I was watching Candela Obscura Needle And Thread earlier today and it's so beautiful to see Brennan have such a large range. From dirty traumatized soldier to GM is lovely. Miss the accent tho

"Yeah that's cool and casual" ringed mage hand is awesome

it only took 5 1/2 years to learn the game (it would probably take me longer)

THEY HAVE A MINI FOR EVERYTHING?!???! RINGED MAGE HAND MINI!!!!!

CUTTING WORDS 🔥🔥

TWO ONES DIVINATION ROLLS FOR THE WIN

Panicked his way into a rage I love grogug

THE NIGHT YORB IS BLOODIED!!!!

"Would you be interested in healing us?" Asking the cleric that is unbelievably funny

healing the van. did Kristen do repairs inside for the healing ward? I like the idea of mechanic Kristen for funsies

"I can name 10 monsters right now" just like how he can name 10 birds

Adaine going down twice sucks, my girl 😭😭😭

if they don't catch adaine I'll cry

FIG CAUGHT HER THANK GOD

ARMOR OF AYDA??!?!?!?? AYDA MENTION SHES WEARING HER GIRLFRIEND'S ARMOR OH MY GOD FIGAYDA

"My girlfriend says hello" HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII AYDA 😭😭😭

thinking about ayda kept her concentration 🔥

Duggan intervention need

bad roll murph back with a 2

The Beans Are Due

Chaos at the table over beans

FOUR ON THE BEANS 🔥🔥🔥🔥

another 2 roll..... murph..........

oh no. Fabian is getting out of the car again... last time this happened he got hurt and ended up under the car

STOP FLIRTING WITH THE MIRROR IN FRONT OF RIZ PLS

"There's nothing I can do it's the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" Brennan my friend you are the rules

HE GOT A NAT ONE AGAIN. HE SHOULD'VE STAYED ONE VAN

absolutely tossed the dice by ally

"I'm always rooting for you" fabians gonna die

5D10?!?!? AND MURPH HAS TO ROLL?!?!??!!! THE MAN WHO GOT 45 OUT OF 50 ON HIS LAST 5D10 ROLL

oh thank god bad roller murph back. 22 damage

2/3 turns under the van is insane. And he just needed a TWO BOTH TIMES

Fabian isn't having a great junior year

My face hurts from giggling

Lou is so low spirits after the second time under the van. Understandable

i need some Fabian fanart where he just has rug burn on both sides of his face

Fabian not getting his kisses in and got ran over twice embarrassing

what if this is a total party wipe after the night yorb attack and Riz is just. alone. in the wheel well

NOOOOOOOOO BOGGGGGYYYYYY

did ally just get a one on concentration

TWO NAT ONES?!? AND FIG GOT THROWN OFF

murph giggling over Ally's saves being empty is so cute

this isn't good

ECAC DEAD AND BOGGY DEAD AND BABY DEAD EVERYONE IS GONE

we might need divine intervention Kristen......

oh no. oh no. Fabian is down. oh no. adaine down oh no fig is down oh no oh no

oh no.

DUGGAN IS SO COOL!!!!

fifteen or higher murph. you got this murph. come on murph come on

6................................

"The car flipping would be very bad" murph....

FLIP THE VAN 🔥🔥

i hope that van survives

KRISTEN IS DOWN?!??! NOOOO

NIGHT YORB IS BLOODIED 🔥🔥🔥

second dice thrown people being sued

Gorgug you've got this I love you

nat 20 come on

oh no. 8

NAT ONE FOR THE NIGHT YORB

"Just don't roll a one" oh no I'm going to throw up

fig you god this

NAT 20 BABYYYYYYYYYY

Gorgug. You are the greatest wizard of this age

I can't stop giggling this is so good

NIGHT YORB DEFEATED

RIP DUGGAN

2 hours left do you guys think we will see ayda I miss her

KRISTEN BACK UP

adaine please don't Perma die

MOGGY ATTACK CRIT

GORGUG CRIT

Holy shit Moggy.... That was brutal...

Push up to get up I like this new Kristen

GET UNDER THAT HOOD A LITTLE BIT. MECHANIC KRISTEN

THE BALL 🔥🔥🔥

"Is Kristen mad at me?" Cassanda.... Honey.....

Photosynthesis is back, baby!!!

"I stab him a few times just to try and feel something" oh fabian....

YAS-MAG

"Riz, we're tired" oh gorgug...

FIRE BALLLL

ripping ass fr

LOVE WINSSSS

DOUBLE CRIT GORGUG 🔥🔥

I think this is the most I've seen Murph laugh and literally cry

I love this season already I think it's my favorite already

"I think it's meaningful in your friendship with Fabian"

So tactical, so late. I really do need that on a shirt

"What do I add to 'crush with motorcycle' "

Fabian is so unlucky with love. No kisses for him

WHO IS THE PATRON FOR FIG?!??!??

SQUEEM

Balthazar is all around us.

Photosynthe-kids

"That little... Handle?"

THE DRY GUYS

"Just because I don't trust you" I wouldn't trust Brennan either after what happened 😭

BACK IN ELMVILLE WILL WE SEE AYDA?!?!!!?!?

cottage cheese a la mode

AN IN AND OUT DEAL

HEY GIRLIE HEYYYY GIRLIE

GILEARRRRRRRR

omg is the fortune cruise thing for Gilear part of the Fig deal omg

OH MY GODDDD GILEAR PROPOSED OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

oh Fabian is absolutely going to have parties. MORE CRAB PARTIES!!!!!!!! CRAB KING

For a couple months or a year 😭😭

GILEAR BECOMING LUCKY

Fabian having to roll to remember where the fridge and glasses are is so goddamn funny

LAWYER SKLONDA

omg I have the same hair cut as sklonda

ohhhhh Riz....... He just wants everyone to stay together.... oh honey....

aguefort academy extracurriculars.... please can we have bowler Riz. Just for me. No other reason. FOR ME.

"You do everything for other people, and I want to make sure you don't get your hear broken." sklonda.....

MAKING A BOARD BABE

THE THISTLESRPINGS!!!!!

ZELDA'S DAD BROUGHT A BOX OF HIS STUFF BY???????? ZELDA AND GORGUG BROKE UP?!??!?!! RIP

CHRONOMANCY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MAGIC

BED BREAKS GORGUG OUT

MORDRED MANOR... WILL WE SEE AYDA?!?!?!??!?!??!!!!!?!?

RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

SANDRA LYNNNN

where ayda. where ayda. where ayda aguefort

SQUEEEEEEEEEMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

"You're both dangerously close to being expelled" JAWBONEEEE

"It's a very bard thing" I will use that excuse for everything

I really relate to Kristen because I also had trouble finishing things in school

A sick year 🔥🔥🔥

oh my fucking god Arthur is having daddy daughter bonding time does this mean we won't see ayda oh my god oh my god

NEW AYDA ART OH MY GOD

"with the help of my beloved Paramour, Figueroth Faeth" UGLY CRYING RN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AYDA IS GONE WHYYYY

"Our fucking romance is so fucking epic" I love them. I want to experience a love like they have

Balthazar (parody of "how bizarre")

tracker wants to get in touch....trackerbees...

OH MY GOD AELWYN BECAME A TEACHER???? AND HER ART HAS SO MANY CATS?????? CAT LADY AELWYN????

aelwyn put a protection around adaine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 UGLY CRYING

her stomach gurgles painfully????!?!?!?!!?

"Do you if acid reflux can be a curse?" Yes. It is a curse (I am a person who had bad acid reflux and have to take medicine for it daily or else I will hate my existence)

Oh my god. Oh my god. Is Fig changing into Gilear? Oh my god did she and Gilear change lucks? Oh my god

NOOOOO NOT THE FISHNET

"No. It's better this way." "How?" 😭😭

"KRISTEN'S EX" TRACKERBEES IS OFFICIALLY OVER 😭😭😭

Buff Kristen is the after effect of the trackerbees breakup. Baby's first lesbian breakup fr

SOMETHING JUST HURT HER????

I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK 😭😭😭😭😭😭

wait Porter is kinda hot

thanks for listening. if you read all of this I love you and will give you a nice strong hug

#fantasy high junior year spoilers #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year

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awkwardlyfangirly · 2 years

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omg first of all i have to say you are my favorite writer!! could i pls have some donnie angst?? maybe like casey tells him about how reader died in the future and he gets really scared and sad and clingy?? feel free to ignore if this is too weird or anything lol. i appreciate you💖

omgosh had so much fun with this oneeeee >:))

literally are you serious "favorite writer"?? shut up get out of here 😭😭😭😭 I'm like. so flattered.

this one is dedicated to you random anon who told me i was your favorite writer I APPRECIATE YOU

okay SO this isn't *exactly* what you requested but it's what came out when I sat down to write, I hope it's okay :') ~enjoy~

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rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction ~ Donatello x female reader ~ tw/cw: um graphic character death, gore, violence, in a flashback. yee

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Casey spins in his chair.

“This is cool,” he hums, happily. “We don’t have… spinny chairs in the future.”

“A shame,” Donnie mumbles. “I’m so sorry.”

He continues soldering.

Casey continues spinning.

“By the way,” Donnie says, half-absentmindedly, “you never did tell me more about my future. I’m extremely curious. You said ‘one of the most brilliant scientific minds ever’?”

Casey giggles. “Yep. I sure did.”

“Tell me more,” Donnie coos. “I’m listening. My beautiful brain can listen and work at the same time.”

Casey smiles at him, and picks at his nails awkwardly.

You’re dead. You died. Heroic, beautiful sacrifice. Dead.

“Everyone uses your tech,” he says. “Well, everyone in the resistance. You worked so hard for hours and hours and hours making weapons, and armor, and gadgets, and… and everyone uses them. Your name is kind of a word, actually. If you call someone a ‘real Donatello’ it means that they’re smart, or crafty, or good with machines.”

Donnie breaks into a devious grin.

“Oh, I like that,” he says. “A ‘real Donatello.’ We’re going to tell my brothers about that.”

He falls silent for a moment, and Casey chews on his nail.

Dead, he thinks again, dead dead dead dead dead

“By the way,” Donnie starts, in a voice that’s so so loud and confident Casey immediately recognizes it as his I-am-very-nervous voice (His Donnie had used this voice often), “um, by the way. Not to try to invade her privacy, or her future. I just want to know. Y/n. How do things turn out with me and Y/n? You see, we’re dating, currently, and I do really like her, but I’m scared. Horrendously scared. (That means very scared. You looked confused, right there. Horrendously scared means very scared.) I’m frightened of her and I’m frightened of her caring about me and I’m frightened of the way I care about her. So, um. I’m wondering. Is it worth it? Does it pay off? Will we… you know, end up together? Old and gray? Or will she leave me? Will I get too annoying for her, or does she stop needing me, or --”

“She loves you.”

Donnie pauses, his soldering iron hovering just above his work. “She does?”

“She does. She loves you.”

Casey hears Donnie let out a small subconscious breath of relief, and he curls his fingers around themselves, and continues.

“Do you… do you want to hear more?” he asks, and Donnie nods slightly.

“You get married,” he says. “You’re together for three years and then you get married. Like you said, afraid of love, right? So you would have taken longer than three years, I bet, except that the world has been overrun by Krang overlords, and she almost dies, and then you ask her to marry you. So then you get married. And you’re very very happy together. All the aunties coo about it, ya know? How perfect you two are.” He smiles softly. “Perfect together.”

Donnie is working at his tech, his fingers shaky, and finally he just sets it down and turns to face Casey, pulling off his protective gloves and flipping up his goggles.

“Married,” he says, dreamily, and his cheeks are flushing red. “So she likes me? She really does? And she stays with me.”

“She stays with you.”

“Oh my GALILEO. OH MY --”

Casey can’t help smiling as he watches his uncle fumbling over his words and fumbling over his own body as he tries to figure out what to do with himself. He finally just tumbles off of his chair and shrieks on the floor, giggling, raising all of his limbs to the sky in celebration.

“We get MARRIED,” he announces to the ceiling, letting himself relax against the floor. “Mr. and Mrs. Hamato. That’s my WIFE. Don’t you touch my WIFE. Get your hands off of my WIFE.”

Casey chuckles slightly.

Dead dead dead dead dead you’re both dead you’re both dead dead dead dead dead

“That’s so awesome,” Donnie hums. “Oh my blueberry cream cheese muffins. I feel… bubbly inside. I… I do like her. Very much. I care for her, so much. And I know she cares for me but it’s still… hard to comprehend. Hard to believe. But she marries me. She marries me.”

She dies in your arms.

“She marries you,” Casey repeats, feeling his muscles start to tense.

You’re dead. You’re both dead. You’re all dead.

Donnie stares at the ceiling, limp and happy.

“Maybe I should tell her the extent of my care for her,” he says, slowly. “Maybe I should let myself open up like that. To her. Starting now. Not waiting for years. Not waiting until I’m ‘ready.’ Just telling her now. I know she’s ready for it now. She is.”

Casey picks at his nails some more, his brain fighting with his heart. Donnie deserves to know, one of them argues, and the other screams back. They’re red-hot and furious, warring inside of his body, silent and fuming and destructive.

“Does… does she seem happy? With me?”

“So happy.”

“And she loves me?”

“So much.”

Donnie rests his hands on his chest.

“Casey?” he says, quietly. “I’m sorry. I know, I know, I know that this is the worst possible thing to ask. But, um, you’re from the end of the world. How… how long does she last?”

Casey shushes both his brain and his heart and lets the tongue take over.

“Why do you assume the end of the world means everyone dies?” he huffs. “I’m still here!”

His brain and his heart start yelling at him again.

Donnie props himself up on his elbows.

“Casey. Please. I want to know. I need to know. I don’t know why, I just… I just do. How much time do I have with her? I need to know.”

“You -- you have a good life with her, okay? Why --”

“So she does die,” Donnie says, quietly. “She dies. How? When? How old is she? What happens?”

“Donnie, I don’t think this is a good --”

“Tell me,” Donnie says. “Please. I won’t tell her. I just… I just want to know how long we’ll have.”

Casey lowers himself off of his own chair, and sits cross-legged on the ground in front of Donnie, who’s already pulled himself up into a sitting position. Donnie stares at his hands and picks at his sleeves and rocks, back and forth.

“I’m ready,” he says.

“Donnie, are you --”

“I’m ready,” he says.

Casey inhales. He’s been wanting to tell him this, anyway. About his death. About all of their deaths. He thinks that Donnie deserves to know. He thinks that they all deserve to know.

“She dies from a Krang infection,” he says. As soon as she saw the biogrowth seeping into her body from the bloody, gory gash left in her thigh, she gasped and screamed your name.

You desperately fumbled in your medkit for the antidote. But you’d run out. You’d used it all in the battle.

You looked up at her. She saw it in your eyes.

Kill me, she begged, grabbing your wrists. Please. Kill me.

You refused, your heart pounding, your hands shaking. You wouldn’t kill her. You wouldn’t kill your wife, the love of your life. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. How could you ever face yourself again?

Donnie, she begged. Please. PLEASE.

You shook your head, and she began to mutate. Tentacles rippling along one of her arms, and she shrieked with pain.

DONNIE, she screamed, DONNIE, PLEASE.

And you plunged your dagger into her heart.

Twisted. Pulled. Stabbed again, and again, and again, until her blood streamed hot and red over your hands and the tentacles stilled.

Donnie, she whispered, her mouth beginning to bleed. Donnie.

And she touched your face with one trembling hand.

I love you, she whispered. I love you, Donnie. I love you.

And you didn’t tell her that you loved her back. It haunts you, it haunts you, it haunts you. But her blood was still painting your hands and the sick was swelling in your throat and you didn’t speak and you felt her heart slow and stop, felt the blood stop running.

You turned and vomited until you could not think.

Donnie stares at him, his eyes big.

“A Krang infection,” he whispers.

“It’s very common,” Casey adds. “Sorry, I know that doesn’t make it better at all, just --”

“What about me?” Donnie asks.

“Oh, that I won’t tell you the specifics of,” Casey says.

“But I do die.”

“Yes.” He tightens his fingers around his knees. “Yes, you do die. After her. You get her for her entire life.”

You died in battle. Fiery sacrifice. You didn’t think twice about rushing into danger, anymore. The resistance still needed you, desperately, but you were drowning too deeply in your own grief to pay attention to anyone but yourself.

You sacrificed yourself, and died. Took out quite a few Krang, and an entire armory, but yourself as well. You were sorely missed by your two remaining brothers, and April, and, of course, me.

Donnie stares at his hands, flexing them, turning them over and over.

“You get so much time together,” Casey offers. Like a man extending a dried chicken bone to a starving dog.

Donnie pounds one fist against the side of the nearest desk.

“Stupid Krang!” he shouts. “Taking her from me! Taking our future from us! This is why we need to stop them. To stop this. To stop any of this. So many people lost their families to the Krang, right?? So many! And we need to stop that! So we can have a normal future! So EVERYONE can have a normal future!” He crosses his arms over his chest and hunches over. “I just… I just want a normal future with her. Three kids, a mansion, summers in Venice, fourteen Nobel prizes, complete acceptance into society as a mutant and hybrid mutant-human family. That’s all I want. Heck, I’d take the suburbs! Just for her! And instead I get a dum-dum Krang future with a dum-dum tragic end to our dum-dum happy marriage! No happily ever afters for Donnie, no siree, and none for Y/n especially. Don’t get too comfortable with her, Donnie, she’s going to die anyway. You’re going to die anyway. Ugh.” And he rests his face on his knees.

“But you’re happy?” Casey tries, desperately. His heart is pounding. He feels so, so useless. And bad. Look at Casey, bad bad harbinger Casey, bringing us prophecies of doom that he’s personally seen fulfilled. Why didn’t he just keep his big fat mouth shut?

Donnie lifts his face to look at Casey. There are tears in his eyes, hot angry tears.

“But we die,” he whispers.

“You die anyways.”

“But we die early.”

“But you’re happy. It’s the end of the world, Donnie, and people are dying all around you, and the Krang have taken over everything, and you’re sleeping in caves and eating rats and you and Y/n are together and you’re happy and you’re a little bit of light in each other’s dark, dark apocalyptic world! Don’t you see?? You’re so happy together!! Without each other, you’re so… so BROKEN! When she died, you were so BROKEN! No light inside! No life inside! And then YOU DIED and it was ALL SO BAD but, see, the times when you were together?? THAT’S what mattered! You being together! You were so happy!! So good together!!”

Donnie’s eyes are big.

“I think I need a moment to myself,” he mumbles, and Casey awkwardly stands up and leaves.

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie x reader #my writing

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giyuulatte · 9 months

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alright i finally finished the uncanny counter 2 and…

hmm

my thots and spoilers below

THIS IS ALL MY OPINION AND IM BLABBING AND IT IS YAP TIME

it’s 1am so i’m a lil coocoo

once again all MY OPINION if anyone sees this

honestly speaking this season was alright. it def did not compare to season one, which i was expecting. yet it wasn’t up to par with it either. it felt like too much and not enough at the same time so it kinda fell flat to me

in season one everything was connected and there were very clear motives. from the bullying, so mun’s parents, the evil spirits, ji chung shin himself, and the corrupt government. and chung shin’s backstory made me feel for him which is what made him a great antagonist imo. like i loved him

but hwang pil gwang (slick back), gelly (hongjoong variant LMFAOO), and wong (just wong tbh)….mmph

i can’t really remember the beginning it took me 2 months to finish it but, dude and his crew showed up outta nowhere and just started creating chaos for funsies???? now don’t get me wrong, i’m all for villainy for fun but i just couldn’t get into for some reason with them. it just feels like their characters weren’t fleshed out enough for me to actually like them no matter how fine they are bc the whole crew could get it

and then we move to ma ju seok my adoring and loving husband. now this was something i could get behind. him going on a rampage trying to get revenge for his wife and baby, having enough rage to summon an evil spirit on his own??? like that’s what i’m talking about!!! i felt for him and wanted him to succeed bc that con man was also annoying as shit. i really and truly wanted him dead bc he was the absolute worst jfc

if the story only focused on him, and getting his revenge and having to take him down. and only him. seeing how far his rage could take him and what would happen ON HIS OWN without any outside manipulation pil hwang *coughs* would have been a lil more interesting to me and i think i would have enjoyed it more. ik pil gwang wanted his power n shit BUT WHY. like give me a reason.

TO ME hwang pil gwang and his crew added absolutely nothing to this for me. and gelly betraying slick back and all that other stuff just felt unnecessary to me. gelly not being able to do anything and literally almost every single time the crew showed up, and bc pil gwang wouldn’t help her. GIRLY STAND UP AND HAVE SOME RESPECT YOU ARE A BADASS TF YOU DOIN???? GET OFF YA KNEES

AND ms chu’s newest child lim jae yeol….why was he there??? and be honest. what did he do for the plot other than give ms chu another child and show her backstory

and then do hwi, lawd my sweet piano man. WE WENT THROUGH ALL THAT JUST FOR HIM TO FORGET HA NA IN THE END I WAS SO PISSED bc once again. what tf did he add. i feel like he could have been good to ha na, genuinely. imagine getting dumped by ya not girlfriend after y’all done hung out together and have each other hiccup remedies, and then getting attacked by someone who finna rap they verse in bouncy i am so dead

i understand they were trying to idk, give their characters more depth but pls

mo tak punching so mun was NAWT on my 2023 kdrama bingo card. and he didn’t even apologize for it!!!! i understand he was angry and upset bc he thought lost his partner and so mun was doing a bit too much but i just feel like that was outta character for him to do…. and for him to not apologize for it was just, what???

and don’t get me started on jeok beong. i was um, expecting a lil bit more. yoo in soo is a FANTASTIC actor. if you told me he was gwi nam from aouad before hand i would have passed out. THAT MF RANGE IS INSANE!! but, but, jeok bong could have been more. i love him to death but he stayed the same person the entire time. granted towards the end he did start meshing with the group a bit better and throwing ideas out and stuff but i dunno bruh. i was feeling him and not feeling him at the same time.

the same goes for kang ki young. baby if you say that was myung seok from attorney woo i would have passed out pt2. like he did his thang bc i deadass hated his character even tho he was looking good as hell

the lack of so mun’s friends also bummed me out bc i really like them and they are an important part of his life. wanted to see more of those three together as well. my found family was not found with them this season

but the counters dynamic was still a++ like that’s real family. teasing ha na and do hwi, ha na having to save so mun while he was in a coma, then going to yung to ask why so mun leaving, jeok bong calling mun his brother just *wipes tear* magnificent

and why tf did mun have to lose his powers again. we did that shit in season one there was no need for that tbh

nothing to say about ms chu god bless.

nothing to say about jang mool god bless.

mun going over seas and seeing wi gen’s daughter like ENOUGH.

just…. too much, and yet not enough at the same time.

but i still very much enjoyed 8.5/10 BAYBEE

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eluxcastar · 5 months

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Whenever the time comes a One of Repetition oneshot is Arlecchino-centric, especially her lore is completed. Clervie should be mentioned, like poor girlie :'<. Plus, Briggy has more reason to hate and drag the previous Knave's Crucabena name through the mud even in her grave. Kinda taunting in a formal manner but the context is, "What are you gonna do with my insults? Emerge from the grave? 💀" and she actually does have a resonating hatred for the House of Hearth's traditions. (Not sure if it is canonically centuries old, but whenever it started when the Fatui was established and even beefed with previous knaves) Because, some of her comrades or people she had worked with (and most likely dead, I know - tragic) probably were from the House as well. I feel for Clervie, but these fanfics of ArlexReader with the hurt mentioning Clervie is making me annoyed with girlie like no - she does not deserve my hatred pls - (Because, my delusions require my attachments to the actual oc's - in this instance, Brighella ToT) she's a cutie, wasn't ever an ArleFuri fan but those fanfics I am seeing on AO3 with them recently involving Clervie are angsty shieeet. Even just thinking about it concept of simply being a reminder of someone's dead loved one whether platonic or nah sucks bro :sobs: I am a sensitive softie, like life is already painful stop hurting me pls - stay away ya demons. I have a cross! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) ✟

I AGREE there needs to be a Clervie drop at some point in the One of Repetition lore because that's untapped angst potential and I have to get my grubby hands on it 🫵

ALSO THIS

"What are you gonna do with my insults? Emerge from the grave? 💀"

HAS THE EXACT SAME ENERGY AS BRIG IN THE TAVERN SAYING

"You don’t have to get so far up her ass, Brighella’s not gonna crawl out of her grave and thank you for it."

and tbh I love it. why are these unhinged things so Brighella. The beef with the Knaves makes sm sense when you start to think that like those were some of Brig's future subordinates getting abused in there, she's under the impression her mom is the best mom AND she is momther she knows what's up 😔

but also THERE ARE PEOPLE HATING ON CLERVIE??? 😭 WHERE?? not in my House we're not we drink our RESPECT CLERVIE JUICE every morning we love and appreciate her 💪💪 I am a sucker for the tope of a character being reminded of a dead loved one 😭 Idk why it's so pleasantly painful we need a Clervie cameo when I eventually write something Arle-centric 🫶

#☆ — riri says.#♡ — kae.#✎ — one of repetition.

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storiesofsvu · 6 months

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happy thursday hoes. time for some law and some order

Well fuck…what an opening..

“but there are definitely still traces of blood” girl… that hammer is COATED wtf…

I would like to point out that the way Kate runs her squad is the legit way that squads run. The CO (whether it be captain, lieutenant or sarge) is gonna stay in the office, they’re piled up with paperwork, the brass, putting out fires, they’re not out in the field…. Like svu. Ugh. I’m already not prepared for svu tonight, I’ve been watching through velasco’s eps and his older seasons were so good, esp compared to this year…

So we’re really doing this Ukraine surrogate/adoption plot line again, hey?

(I mean it is slightly different so far but like, it’s the same idea, right lol)

Samantha crushing it in the wardrobe dept as per usual

I like this new DA so much more than mccoy. Sorry not sorry.

I haven’t been paying too much attention to what’s going on (surprise) BUT, wtf does this case have to do with the grand jury that was taking place at the beg of the ep? With the girl all “he doesn’t know I’m here, right?” like, that girl was the murder vic? Or am I on crack? What is the connection?!

Uugggh… saaaammm my baby just needs a HUUUGGG

Okay, im actively not watching Toronto, see ya in an hour for svu.

Starting off with some personal, at home comfort. This is what we’ve been asking for forever (now give us rollisi at home pls).

OHHH GOD WHY ARE WE ALREADY BACK TO THE MADDIE SHIT FFS.

“I googled you”

Oh booooyyy are we in for it now. HOW MUCH DOES NOAH KNOW?! CAUSE LORD KNOWS HE PROBABLY FELL DOWN A PIT OF NEWS ARTICLES.

WHY

WE DO NOT NEED TO BRING WL BACK TO THIS SHIT LET US HAVE SOME PEACE PLS.

Okay so we finally did get noah discovering where he came from. Woof.

Olivia kinda sucks at parenting sometimes. Like… he’s a kid, he’s an *adopted* kid who already knows about gramma Sheila and ellie… he’s gonna be curious, he’s gonna wonder, also what kid HASN’T snooped through their parents private things? Like yeah it’s not ideal… it’d be best for him to ask you a question and you slowly reveal into things or whatever but we all know she just would’ve shut him down right away anyways.

Lowkey love those heart lights in noahs room, ngl.

I’m not gonna lie. If it was olivia I’d be more concerned about him knowing/reading about William lewis and all the shit that went down than finding out johnny d was his dad…

You know what I think? I think this would be a great time to call you bestie amanda and have her over for a bottle of wine while you talk this through and see what jessie knows about her dad/how amanda’s gonna approach that. Also like, does billie just think sonny’s her dad or does she know? LOL. But will that happen? Obviously not.

Okay you know what, carisi is the second best bet so I’ll take this.

Olivia really needs to catch a fucking break

Carisi you sit like a whore. But we already knew that.

Is there not a way to trace this call? Or like, I know the phone is about to die but like…find my iphone even works on dead phones…use the stepmoms phone rn to find out where she is. Easy fix. Use your brains.

Man… parents on these shows are always so fucking trusting of their kids and they think they know everything about them. Like...what world are we living in?

Awweeee lil carisi back in cop mode!

Girl… you barely looked in that one, that’s not clear

Me: where do I know this actor playing the step mom from?

Checks imbd: ah. She’s been on svu as a diff character before. Of course.

We love a good parent who immediately offers up all their money to pay ransom of their kids bff with no question.

I swear to god it wasn’t raining 5 seconds ago.. I get that these are likely filmed on diff days but that really came outta nowhere

Olivia’s drenched and velasco’s barely wet… wtf lol

Oh god she’s really about to go feral isn’t she? Like, even velasco’s nervous af.

That’s exactly what I knew he was gonna say. Like, liv should’ve just said she was dead.

Okay what about the other three perps? Where are they?

JESUS FUCK. Velasco… be mean to me. yell at me.. degrade me. jfc.

Okay I love that when she told Velasco to put the perp in her car he was all “uh… that a good idea boss?” kinda unsure thing but as soon as she started going feral he was just all “yup. Okay. I know how to do this.” And was totally on board. That’s my boi

“youre lucky im not in IAB anymore” damn right bitch.

That’s a cozy ass looking sweater liv has on and I want it

He already knows about ellie…why are we starting there?

I can’t wait until this conversation sparks a “hey… can we go see grama Sheila? Is she still sick?” and liv THEN has to explain that gramma Sheila is in fact in JAIL because she kidnapped him

Okay… that episode was honestly really good. It was a nice balance of the at home/personal lives and the case.

OC time.

Pls god have a last time on cause I do not remember what was happening… baby bro joe was doing heroine? That’s all I remember

Is this his apartment or elliots apt? it looks similar but also I like it better lol.

Bernie is a blessing to this show.

Elliot all “an intervention?” as if they didn’t host one for him like two years ago?

Also I JUST watched the ep with Muncy’s brother this week and that actor is baby boy joe stabler so this is throwing me off.

Is this an apt or a hotel? CAUSE ITS GORGEOUS!! HOW TF ARE THESE STABLER MEN AFFORDING THIS SHIT IN NYC?!

“we don’t do that…” jet. Another fucking legend on this show

SO glad Bell’s back.

Clearly im not paying attention to this ep in case anyone’s wondering (and yes, it is because it’s a stabler ep…)

Leave it to stabler to be there less than 5 mins before beating someone

OH MY GODDDDD BELL LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN THAT BLUE SHIRT

Thank god bell had bobby with her cause homegirl had a cane last week, there’d be no way she should be on a foot chase rn. Lol

Omg jet and bobby UC yet AGAIN. I fucking love it.

Jet being absolutely the person that likely annoys the hell outta her, love that.

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order spoilers #spoilers #svu spoilers #law and order organized crime

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eqyerah · 2 years

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My opinion on each zodiac signs !

Im a taurus asc scorpio imma be BLUNT HONEST :

• ⁠Aries : why u so mad for ? WHY YOU SO AGRESSIVE FOR ? we get it you’re the boss

• ⁠Taurus : the prettiest but calm down on YA FOOD BRO I GET IT YOU’RE HUNGRY BUT WE DONT HAVE TO GO THROUGH YOUR HELL TOO W YO DAMNASS ATTITUDE me to me in my head everyday

• ⁠Gemini : WHY YOU SO LOUD for WHERE U GOIN ? Stay here u double faced bitch 🤣 I LOVE YALL THO SO INTELLIGENT

• ⁠Leo : i mean yall are so beautiful okay but the fact that you know it that much.. CALM DOWN STEP OUT OF YOUR MF STAGE

• ⁠Cancer : baby u wont die if he didn’t text u back its okay u got plenty of others already waiting on your devils list Also can i have a hug ?

• ⁠Virgo : its ok boo you locked your door well babe no need to left your fkng work to go and make SURE ITS LOCKED DAMN Also u smell so good

• ⁠Libra : i mean just stop cmon do you know who you even are ? Cause u have different personalities for every fucking people u flirt with baby who is u ? I wont let u alone w ma men thooooo Also i like your style ma gawdhhhh

• ⁠Scorpio : pls mary me already, I’ll ask you to mary me if i ACTUALLY CAN FIND YOUR ASS WHY U HIDIN OBSERVING PEOPLE FROM THIS FAR AWAY ?! Why u got your sunglasses on in tha club tho babe its ok read ma soul cmon

• ⁠Sagitarius : ok i get it your the funniest lol i cant lie yall got me dead forreal, but u know its ok if u don’t cheat like dont worry babe

• ⁠Capricorn : bitch stop working ? GET U SOME DAMN FUCKING REST ? U actually so funny and cool when WE GET TO SEE U ONCE EVERY TEN YEARS

• ⁠Aquarius : Satan is that u ? Hey ? Hellooo ? Damn he left me on read. AGAIN BRO AGAIN EVEN SATAN SHOWS UP SOMETIMES WERE YALL AT DAMN

• ⁠Pisces : i lack water in my chart so im THIRSTY FOR YALL OKAY NOW SHUT UR LYING MOUTH UP BABE u were so cute and soft.. before ya opened ur mouth 🤣 what happened where u goinnnn? Okay they left the conversation already so can we talk about how they’re the best ? Cause i dont want them to know tho

I have mercury taurus im all about sarcasm now cancers dont come cryin as if i ruined your whole life in the comments please i have dinner

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redraven393 · 1 year

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Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 21

WAKE CHAYANNE YOU WILL DIE IF U DON’T DO YOUR MISSIONS OMG PLS

“I’ll stay Alive dad” he says as he did ZERO MISSIONS- lol he did just be Cucurucho all week

“bad lookn SO HOT” QSMP had change him omg

??was Dapper talking to Bad’s Chat??-oh yes he did!!

PHIL NO D:<

“I can be MORE of a shit head”

YES make a new Weapon- cause apparently yours are trash according to Etoiles

Ohh new music- its nice :D

the Dorime song is a copy right one good to know

?? who ruin the old man’s lawn??

CHAYANNE IM GLAD TO SEE YOU KIDO WE MISS YOU

“im not dead yet” he lied

Omg its Tallulah lol- PHILZA PLS THE 4th wall was just fixed u cant break I on first day

Selective literacy of course

POG to Tallulah for trying to roleplay Chayanne she is such a trooper

Yes that so crazy yes yes

Tubbo raid hello

Disclaimer : NOT CHAYANNE

Ohh a forbidden block?- oh don’t you dare play dirty Challulah

Omg PHIL pls these kids have a life

YAY EARLY BIRB STREAM - Omg Tallulah is ALSO ONE OF THE CROWSS??

Ohh MOVIE night?

Safety first before adventure

Aww but Phil think about the AEISTHETIC for your Angel of Death thing- SEE you got ALL the Materials

Godamn those hips- PHILZA PLS

Lol the kids alredy have them

I mean Etoiles was Right your gears was quite shit

Thanks Tubbo

LUCKY DUCKS YEAHH

Ah yes of course “chayanne” did not know Phil adopted her- PHIL PLS THE SONG

Oh god they do that back then?

Challulah update time

Oh the French national day?- ohh Horses- you guys did WHAT to Foolish??- and you Guys become him??- Kelp didn’t help oh no- mean he did ask for it- of Course Tallulah will know better.

Xoxox gossipgirl

Of course you are Chayanne kiddo we all believe you

Ohh new plant pet- RAINBOW??GLAS??- oh no they can get damage now??

Yeah aint that crazy she is with u guys in spirits

Oh god

Love that Phil’s threat was not an attempt at harm but his rage and ire

Oh fuck that Nightmare – ah FUCK CHALLULAH

OH HEY THE BRAZILLIANS

HEY RICHA BABY HOW ARE YOUU

Hey MIKE hii PAC and AYEPIERRE

Oh no the wither

Oh no why are u guys sayog sorry??- omg are they BRIBING HIM???

LOL THEY DID-LMAO they are so Funny- OMG PAC AND MIKE is so FUKIN Awsome

AWW YES THE WEIRD GRAPLING THINGY

Omg pierre don’t do that

BAD MADE THAT NEW BUILDING 2 DAYS AGO?

Yeah Etoiles was so Great

Opp Challulah?- ah forbidden space ok

Huh so the Lucky blocks have a cool down time? – holly that is long

Ah of course Fit will find a way to go around it

“don’t do illegal things in front of the eggs” Philza warns him “some of them have more power than you”, Pierre smiled warily “yes” he agree easily as he lock eyes with the young egg Infront of him “ especially you”

Pierre where the fuq are we??- YEY FLASH LIGHT

OMG it’s a DRILL

Diamond termites? Oh of course you want them Challulah

Cute and Deadly the perfect baby

Yu cant put your near death encounter at the end Challulah you’ll just put him more into a paranoia

It is true

Lol Chayanne pls you have no additional life anymore

DON’T SULK- oh now you trying to be cute eh?- he’s being a brat.

THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION THE KID SHOULD HAVE FLOAT ON WATER ALL THE TIME

LOL HOME

TALLULAH NOOO- LOL 4th wall GONE- oh Tallulah got new PC nice :D

Whats with the fence?- Reddit /architect

Reject the gay/j

Ohhh she plans ey?- a diagram?- YESS

Ohh YES

Omg that would be SO COOL

Aww thanks BAD and Dapper

He is such a good kid-

Oh wait oh no shit Tallulah would die- lol I could hear Kristin on background.

O yah this is goig to be so cool

MOVIE NIGHTT

Lol there is no going back now

Hi again Pierre

HI bad

Yeah you sleepy little shit- HAH clingy- SINGLE FATHER ARC lets GOO

I think Richa have the most parents I think

Dapper IS crazy- lol-

“They LISTEN to YOU”

YEAH the Cinema is fuked

Oh OMG CHAY- imean CUCURUCHO- but lets be Real Chayanne :D

Yeah ya lil shit

Opp where to go kiddo?

Omg bad pls nooo

Oh no Challulah voided- eh?

YEAH WORK OUT TIMEE

HI JAIDEN

Cucurucho the fuk?- hey no CHEATING-

HAH GET PRANKED- oh hey Chayanne- lol Kritin

Woah2 Cucurucho chill- Cucurucho u know Phil can just teleport

Ungay him Phill

Oh hey Foolish

OMG you two- BBH and Foolish is such riot

AWW Preety :D

“a two year old Gunned me down before” foolish says

oMG you all killed me- Chayanne noo

“KELP DIDN’T HELP”

??- omg Foolish Noo- OOOOHHH the Teather is shiny now

Ballon oh you can bumb in to them

POPCORN-NOOOO0- no Jaiden

Hi Pomme

HI WALTER BOB

YEAHHH POP CORNN

Ohh GIFT

Lol the Barbie posters – omg you can put the ballon in the box- Ballon for Chayanne

Retail Philza – Barbie ticket is gone – good lord he sound so used to it.

OH CHOKY MILK

Oh hey Walter- TICKETS –

FOOLISH WTF??

Hey Cellbit.

“im A bby gurll”

MOVIE TIMEE- yeh get the ballon – YOOO

Oh what happened to Walter?- oh yeh poor guy need to get out-MOVIEMOVIEMOVIE

cant fit all of it sadge

#don't mind me #qsmp #headcannons #qsmp eggs #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp live blogging #qsmp liveblog

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ask-dr-fritzludwig · 28 days

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...I dont think is very pro-

Hallo! uh...internet (I suppose?) uhm...

Name: Fritz. Ludwig

age: 39

height: 6'1

Currently: healthy. Maximum 180 beats per minute...

Currently I am at ze Builders league base with my fellow mercenaries. I have been told zhat creating an account on here will be helpful...in some vay...herr scout tells me to make friends on here anyvays...

OOC stuff at the bottom!! pls read!! vvv

Ough now time for the OOC stuff

Hiiii uh...so this is my first ever rp blog so sorry if I mess some shit up

Also im still pretty new to the TF2 fandom. I don't even have the game or SFM :(( i really want to though...

like I said I'm new to the tf2 fandom. I probably won't act out the medic right and i really apologize for that so yeah :/ also english not good sometimes idk why so ://

Mod is a minor! so pls dont do anything weird! Like super weird asks and stuff. but rizz up the medic all ya want ig? (he'll be confused or flattered. he doesn't know which one just yet)

ill respond to ask to the best if my ability and to stay in character

im planning to draw some sort of blog ask thingy for this acc- so sorry for the late reply

You know the usual DNI; if ur homophobic, racist, transphobic, bigoted zoo/pedophile stuff ect ect JUST DON'T EVEN BOTHER-

Also Also

ill add in a few head cannons i have for the blue medic. like the bio says. its based off blu medic from lil pootis and a bit off of emesis blue?

fellow blu rp/ask members id love it if yall interected too :DD love rping and such. Speaking of Rp...

ig main ship for this blog is...yk- basic as hell heavymedic and also ig engineer x medic (platonic wise ig?) [if there is like ship content ill probably be a bit nervous cus like...this is my first blog so qwq)

speaking of ships. ig any ship is okay. those 2 are my main for this blog (BUT MY 3 TOP MAIN SHIPS HAS TO BE HEAVYMEDIC, ENGISPY AND BOOTS AND BOMBS/ SOLDIER X DEMO SO EJCSKXKWKXKW) as long as its legal/isnt with miss pauling, scout or pyro (personally i just dont see 3 of em with the other mercs. pyro with anyone is atleast something friendly and miss pauling is just there to make sure the other mercs dont get into trouble...also lesbian miss pauling so :] )

If ya want yer ask to be drawn pls tell me qwq Ill probably draw random asks but not yours..like i said im switching between text and drawing out a reply so yeah...sorry

💉#Prepare for your examination...-> general medic stuff

💉#In my medical opinion -> medic answers Asks

💉#THE___IS (DEAD!) -> medic interacts with other blogs (medic just asks shit/start up shit/responds to other tf2 blogs) [also also because tumblers a arse. i cant even use the tag because apparently its inappropriate so yeah]

💉#turn your head and cough -> ship stuff? i think?(JWJDKWJS I SHOULDN'T HAVE CHOOSE THIS VOICE LINE QOUTE BUT ITS SO FUNNY FOR THIS-)

💉#you are SCHEWPID -> Shitty doodles (made by mod)

💉#danke schön -> random (mod) bullshit GO!!

I saw other blogs that do this but thier from diffrent fandoms so...uh claimed anons?? here?

#heavymedic #tf2 medic #tf2 rp blog #tf2 ask blog #tf2 blu team #tf2 blu medic

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yonemurishiroku · 2 years

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Pls give me evil/villain Underworld prince Nicoooo AU rambleesss

How. How come you can choose this exact moment of the brainstorm of Tyrant Nico raging in my head to ask this?

Buddy, I can kiss you right now. I’m serious.

Omg this is so exciting, *squeals and clears throat* let’s begin before I’m dead by over-exhilarated, shall we?

I have a few ideas about tyrant/ bad ruler Nico in general, however, since you’ve specifically requested a “Underworld prince”, we’ll go with that.

Let’s start with how and why he becomes evil/villainous - because we have alr all agreed that Nico’s obviously a Underworld Prince. Yes, you agree.

I’m very much into the idea of Nico posing wickedness and cruelty, yet I do not quite fancy the possibility in which he plainly enjoys others’ suffering as noble sipping fine wine or whatever.

So, if I were to propose a villainous Nico, I’d go with the possibility that he’s blinded by grudges, swallowed by darkness, haunted by death - everything in between. My point being: it isn’t his nature, but Nico succumbs to it anyways.

Nico could be rendered sightless by Maria’s and Bianca’s death and become vengeful and bitter, which later turns into severity and callousness. You know those times when something extremely bad happens and you feel so, so frustrated that you just want to throw everything to the ground and watch them shatter? That. That kind of thing.

I have a somewhat similiar AU, ya know? That Fantasy Royal one? Nico’s only purpose was to avenge his mother and sister and he’s straight up a manifestation of manipulation for like. half of the thing.

Or in another scenario, Nico could feel the outsider’s (those who aren’t in his land) hostility and discrimination and he just... brakes. He repays exactly what he’s given. He becomes the very bastardized image people have imposed on him. An eye for an eye. Unforgivingly fair and harshly just. The more people fear him, the more fearsome he becomes, and the more fearsome he becomes, people see him less as a human and more of a threat. It’s a never ending loop and Nico’s trapped.

To be honest I think Nico has all the rights to be an antagonist in canon but well, he isn’t, so I’m both mourning for and cheering to it.

Moving on. We’re approaching the What’s Nico as an evil Underworld prince like? which is, by all means, an entire new land for me to grow my crops and harvest.

- Politics-wise, I’ve always entertained the thought that Nico could make a thrilling example of a cold-blooded ruler. My villain Nico would hardly ever adopt the image of a raging tyrant. He’s more like... well, cold. Apathetic. Heartless.

- If it’s in the canon universe, Nico would definitely be that type who would watch people die without barely a reaction, eyes glazed over and blood left blackening their cheeks. He might not be outright cruel, per se, but you’d definitely find out when you see him spread death as if it was his blessing. In a sense, it is.

I’ve said before that Nico could be the one to soothe the souls after-death, yeah? Well this evil prince Nico would probably absord them all to strengthen himself. Remember that post where I proposed an idea that Nico had to rely on dead people’s souls to stay alive? That. That one but instead of only staying alive, he thoroughly prospers. Unapologetic.

He is literally the embodiment of death, please, Nico would thrive the more succumb to the eternal slumber.

Nico never forgives. At least, this one doesn’t. So whatever irks him, he gets rid of it, and with as much blood you could imagine. You commit a sin and he would come for everything you love. Is is fair? In Underworld’s dictionary, yes.

- In case we take on a more... royal background though, like with actual kingdoms and people and everything in between, let’s say I’d prefer Nico to be one with an iron fist. You know, the typical king with great ruling skills but no compassion to spare?

We’re hypothesis-ing him as a Prince here, so I suppose Hades is still in the picture. Well it’d certainly not make any change since, you know how they both are.

Anyway, simply imagine a government where all the power flows to one individual only. Dictorship, sort of. And that’s not Hades.

It’s Nico, who is as much of a royalty to have significant influence yet less restrictions. He who manipulates the court to his liking and eliminate everyone that dares to cross his path. He who is close enough to hear people’s wails but continues to ignore it in favour of his own persuation. Nico wouldn’t let them die, of course, but he wouldn’t allow the “luxury” he deems unecessary - no matter how the others can view it otherwise essential.

And he makes sure people follow his words. The punishment is unbearable. The laws has no mercy, no matter how pitifully one can cry to him. Nico uses death as his weapon. He is the rules, and obey the rules they have to.

Live obediently and they would be fine. Defy him and they would come to know how similar to a guilotine Nico’s wraith can be.

Nico’s reign would be a sunless winter - all iron bars and stone hearts.

- Is he bad? In a way. Does that weaken his kingdom? No.

If anything, they thrive stronger than ever just because it’s the Underworld we are speaking of.

I’m talking on the grounds that Nico, with his absolute reign over the un-alive residents, could take full advantage the more his subjects grow. Just think! When you’re ruling a kingdom of perishment, whose people can never disobey you, it totally makes sense that the more death there is, the more power you’d gain. Moreso, when you have thousands, millions of subordinates to rule over, discipline is a must. It helps to unite everybody’s spirits as one, which in Nico’s case, is like giving him more limbs, an army, a giant body made of many individuals, so to speak - and all the ill intents he possesses would then become one with his people. The freaking Undead.

Are you still with me? My point is: the more ruthless Nico becomes, the more powerful he would be.

- And what does one do with too much power? Well certainly not to protect when it comes to be a villain. So what’s left? War. That’s what.

You have to excuse me here because I’m frankly addicted to a dark prince Nico who leads an army of undead and leaves only a lifeless void in his wake. Whether it was because of Bianca and Maria or others’ poor treatment, the last thing awating Nico would always be war. Just because I say so.

What does he fight for, you ask? For blood. For the agony they had put Bianca and Maria through. For the pain of those who had put him through. He resents the world, so the world must suffer. It’s only fair. It’s selfish, but fair.

Nico would be right at the front-line. He wants to witness the deaths by his own eyes and hears the cries by his own ears. He raises his sword and the zombies roar to life. They bite and claw. They rip off flesh and chew through armors. They are one with their ruler’s will. They never die - the same way Nico’s unrelenting cruelty remains frigid like eternal ice.

What does he do with the land he’d acquire? Make it his own, of course. And those who oppose, make them remember how they have surrendered it the first place.

Nico isn’t interested in the land itself, but the fact that he conquered it proves that he’s won over what mistreated him - at least, that’s how this Nico believes. It’s a trophy, a prove, no more, no less.

And the more land he acquires, the more souls he gets, and all the more power he gains.

Wow this is a long post... Anyway I suppose this is everything I can formulate at the moment. Obviously I have more in my brain but it’s a mess atm so we’d have to be content with what we’re given then.

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