#say anything horrifically bad and you're blocked

[randomcherryfan]

I can't hold in my silence

This ver of Frollo is VERY goofy

Why did Disney make him a twink. Keep his old grandpa age. The older, the better. ROLLO??? LIKE SAY HIS NAME. IT'S FROLLO.

FROLLO.

I SOUND RLLY RUDE (and I don't wanna) BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THAT IS ANYMORE.

If you took away his entire outfit (like in the art) I wouldn't be able to remember him.

And I've heard people say this ver is hot but say regular Frollo is ugly. IF YOU'RE GONNA SAY THAT BUT EXCUSE THEIR ACTIONS THEN DOUBLE STANDARDS. Y'ALL ARE SO CRUEL. OLD MEN ARE HOT. STOP CALLING THEM UGLY. STOP DE-AGING THEM FOR YOUR TWINKY TASTE.

[smuthospital]

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: fashion || schoolteacher james || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 355

“Okay, Reggie, which one?” asks James, holding up racks with two different pairs of jeans. 

One is dark blue, the other is black, but what connects them? Both pairs are from the skinny line. So you can understand the look Regulus gives his 33-year-old husband, who has unexpectedly entered the skinny jeans section, which even Regulus with his slender legs has doubts about. 

“You didn't lose your mind in the three minutes I left you alone, did you?” 

James pouts his lips like a child, lowering his hands. “Why is trying to fit in with new fashion trends so crazy to you now?” 

“Because it's skinny jeans, James. You're 33, you dress like a farmer, and you expect me to react to this adequately? How did you even end up at this counter?” Regulus snatches the hangers out of the man's hands and returns them to their place, blocking James' access to the rows of similarly horrific creations of modern fashion with his body. 

“Hey, 33 is not a deadline! And I talk to young people all the time, it's my job, so what's wrong with wanting to get a little closer to them? No one thinks a teacher in slacks and a cardigan is funny or cool, but if they're wearing jeans...” 

“Oh, please don't tell me you're going to seduce high school girls with your legs, James? I'll divorce you in a heartbeat. And you're too easily led by your children, tomorrow they'll tell you that purple hair is in fashion and so what?” 

“Don't be like that! I'm just trying to make them like me.” James comes closer to the man, hugging him around the waist. “And do you really think I'd look that bad in a skinny?” he says quietly, looking Regulus in the eyes. 

Reg tries to keep an annoyed face, but purses his lips, “Honestly? I want your legs all to myself, so don't you dare wear anything that fits like a second skin, because those shapes? They are mine to see.” 

With that last word, Regulus pulls out of the man's light embrace and heads for the next section. 

[ravenloop]

WELCOME BACK! I hope life has been getting better for you, and I've got a request :)

Could I have a few HCs for a (Platonic) Heimdall x Reader, with Reader being a foreign god whose mind for some reason cannot be read by Heimdall? Everyone thinks it's foreign magic, but it's really that they barely think stuff through-

AN: Firstly thank you for the kind words! Secondly I love this idea kdnfdkne. No thoughts, head empty reader.

Headcannons: Heimdall not being able to read your mind

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You were a goddess that was visiting Asgard to complete a task for your homeland. Once you got to the realm you stumbled across the Allfather, who was clearly the god you needed to see. Surprisingly, he was very calm about you just appearing in Asgard, his kingdom (you assumed), and even invited you on a walk with him.

With little hesitation, you accepted.

That's when Odin decided to introduce you to his most obnoxious son, Heimdall. And from the moment you both see each other, Heimdall is a little wary, slightly concerned and extremely shocked. He couldn't read your mind!

At first he gave it a few seconds, thinking a thought would show up as Odin told you a little about Heimdall.

"Now this is Heimdall. He reads minds for me, I place a lot of my trust in him. He's quite reliable."

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing showed up in your mind.

This was far worse than bad, this was terrible. Absolutely horrific. What would Heimdall say when the Allfather asks him about you later on?? And about what your intentions are??!

Staring at you, Heimdall saw there's no emotion in your eyes. You just stared at him blankly, giving a simple hum as Odin continued talking. This must be a spell right? Perhaps Vanir magic?? But no- you didn't look Vanir, and if you were from Vanaheim he'd have known. He needed to find you out.

Some time passes and Heimdall keeps a close eye on you, burning holds into the back of your head whenever he sees you. He must he doing a good job though, since you seem completely oblivious to the god staring you down. It wasn't like he was trying to be subtle though, no, he wanted you to know that he was wary and watching your every move.

Even Odin told Heimdall to keep watch of you. If his most loyal follower couldn't read your mind, then no doubt you held great power from the land you hailed from.

Even now, Heimdall was beyond annoyed that he could not read your mind. He knows he should be at least a little cautious with you, but when did he ever try being cautious? He was Heimdall after all, with or without his mind reading ability, he was untouchable.

"What are you doing?" He blurts, standing right besides you now.

You turn to him, looking dazed for some reason, "...Living?"

He snickers, "That's not what I meant and you know it."

"I really don't."

Heimdall blinks. You blink back. Somehow you've managed to confuse the Norse god, and that's not very easily achieved.

"What is wrong with you? Why can't I read your mind with my foresight??" It's about time Heimdall finds out what you're doing to block off your thoughts from his powers.

A moment of silence passes as you stare at him, "Oh—right... I forgot... That your whole thing was being able to read minds." Now it just sounded like you're mocking him.

He was growing impatient with your ignorance now. "If you don't tell me what magic you're using, I will-" "I don't think." ...What?

"What do you mean 'don't think'? That's not possible—everyone thinks, you idiot." You shrug, "Not me. Apparently." "Impossible," Heimdall wasn't about to let 'i don't think' be the reason he stressed for the last few days you were here for.

"it's very much possible for me," You smile, "Maybe give it a go, Heimdall. You look like you need to stop thinking for a bit. Honest." Then you walked away. Leaving the god of foresight confused and feeling quite offended, if the eye twitch gave away anything.

Safe to say his brothers and a lot of other Aesir had a good laugh about the whole situation. The god of foresight, bested by the ability to not think.

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AN: welp, a "few" headcannons came out longer than expected dkfndkee hope you enjoyed tho <3

[itsnotmourn]

can i be so real

your Carmen/Richard art makes me feel guilty /POS POSPOSPSOPSOPSOPSOPS SLASH POSITIVE. in a GOOD WAY i sWEAR

very very quick context, i have an oc i ship with richard but not in a cool polyamory way in a cheating way, and in this.. oc-universe?? i interpret Carmen/Richard as a not healthy marriage

aND SEEING YOUR ART OF THEM BEING FCKING ADORABLE makes me!? hauehUHAU IT MAKES ME FEEL BAD HEUBGHFBNJ

your art is very pretty and so nice i lowkey consider it like... canon? like theres no conformation of their relationship at all, but bc of your art i just consider them this adorable rich couple

and

off to the side i hold my cheating angst behind my back

sorry about the rant this is something i think is funny and that i mean as a very high compliment

LMAO ??

mm whatever people do with their OC/CC ship and/or their au with Carmen/Richard is up to them; anything that doesn't quite fit my cup of tea would just be looked away (or muted/blocked if it's really horrific content) so i got no comment on that :>

though! for your second point, i will say that: unless you consider material (doodles, pelo's words) outside of the episodes as NOT canon, there is somewhat a confirmation that Carmen and Richard are in a good relationship, if that’s what you mean !!

just for quick examples of such if you're curious:

Richard calls her Darling frequently

[ source + twitch stream but audio used here ]

during a discord qna, when asked if Carmen and Richard even loved each other or if they would ever get a divorce, Pelo said “they love each other...” but it could be argued that he is trolling (personal note: when i started posting art, he commented positively a few times on my ship art of them so if he IS lying about their love, i'm throwing so many hands at him /silly)

he draws them with love like look at that jesus CRHIST love is real

[ source ]

and others but it’s more-so speculation rather than outright confirmation

so yeah, via episode only, their relationship is a mystery and all that is canon is that their parental philosophy and attitudes towards people of a lower status is REALLY ass lol.

glad to hear that my art made you think more positively of them though; i'm always pleased when my art makes other people like them a bit more !! <:3c

[itsclydebitches]

Anyone else find it odd that we got this whole table of the dead deal when, really, just Penny would have sufficed? Putting aside the fact that Neo shouldn't know half of what happened to these characters (she's reading from the same script that let Oscar know the wording of Weiss' wish), more than half of this group means nothing to Ruby:

Lionheart she met twice, the second time when he was trying to kill her and her friends. Ruby didn't even fight him personally. He dies in another room, out of sight, and last we hear of him it's through Yang's fury that Ozpin didn't rat him out as a traitor to the whole world - an anger Ruby isn't shown to disagree with.

Roman is an enemy from six Volumes ago. Though Ruby was (understandably) shocked when he was eaten in front of her, the trauma of that has had zero impact on her and, as she points out to Neo in this very scene, she recognizes that she wasn't at fault for his death.

Ruby never had a relationship with Clover. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. They might have as team leaders, but they didn't. Ruby sat with him in a truck once, not talking to him, and then she didn't fight him at the end of the Volume because he was busy dying off in the tundra. Does Ruby know he was killed pre-Fall of Atlas? She shouldn't.

Ozpin, technically speaking, isn't dead. Or rather, I should say Ozma isn't. I'd better understand the choice to have him here if we'd learned anything about Ozpin himself - meaning, Ozma's host pre-Oscar - but we haven't. More importantly, I likewise would have bought his presence if Ruby had maintained her wholesome student-teacher relationship with him (RIP I miss those days. Oh my god I miss them!! I might have to write some moreRWBY fic just to have that again 😭), but now Ozpin is just the lying manipulator she only speaks to for exposition.

Ironwood is, you know... the villain? The guy we were supposed to despise by Volume's end because he was a crazy dictator hell-bent on bombing a city? The scene even keeps his ~evil~ prosthetic arm, emphasizing that this is villain!Ironwood, not ally!Ironwood. Ruby lied to him the second they landed, said 'fuck you' over the call to Penny, sent her friends to jump him while she made a wish, and didn't look back as she dropped a city on top of him. Oh, and then Yang reminded her that only #bad people re-think their choices. So, why is he someone whose death she'd feel guilt over?

The ONLY people who make sense here are Penny and Pyrrha, with Penny taking center stage as the death Ruby just found out about. She alone would have been enough: a magical, semblance Penny who reams Ruby out for letting her die, again, too busy getting her ass kicked by Cinder to be of any use. We might have even done something interesting with Penny's sword. You know, the real one Ruby had for all of ten episode minutes before she let a bratty Prince throw it away? Give me Ruby wielding her dead friend's weapon - because clearly the show wasn't willing to commit to a Crescent Rose aversion. Just have it be lost all Volume. Why was this armorer introduced again? Shouldn't she have done something with a lost weapon?? - until fake!Penny horrifically calls her out on it. How dare you use that? How dare you use it against me? Give me an actual battle where Ruby is torn between defending herself against something she knows isn't real and flinching from hurting the friend she just lost, taking hits she would have been able to block if she was putting forth her all, a bloody, Maiden battle that goes on long enough that it makes sense when her semblance breaks.

Then, suddenly, Penny grows kind... it's okay, Ruby... if you just let go, drink the tea, we can be together again. Wouldn't that be nice?

The issue of this suicide metaphor aside, we could have gotten something legitimately impactful. Instead I'm scratching my head over this suddenly using Crescent Rose again, fiery "If you're looking for an apology, you've wasted your time!" still a prodigy, didn't fight in the last battle, didn't even walk very far Ruby collapsing because she fell from a chandelier. Meanwhile, the emotional kicker is that she's getting beat up by... people she hates? Who she barely knew? Who aren't even technically dead? Oh no, I've slashed Oscar, who I KNOW is back in Remnant, presumably safe in Vacuo. I know Ruby is at her breaking point, but the combination of 'Come fight me, Neo, I'm perfectly able to see that I'm not responsible for Roman's death!' and the lack of connection between her and 5/7s of the guilt crew really falls flat. Either give me a Ruby who illogically, but honestly believes that her presence makes everything worse - 'You're right, Neo... I could have saved Torchwick... done something, but I just sat there...' - or a Ruby who is still able to distinguish between reality and guilt... up until the copy of her newly dead friend drags her to emotional hell and back. Now that I've been able to think about it for a bit, what we got feels downright weird to me - an excuse to bring back characters/get them in the new engine, rather than any compelling reasons for why they're there.

[compassionatereminders]

I would like to vent if that's okay;

I had a Big Fight with someone I had treated as a friend, it persisted about half a year. I never fought with anyone before, because I'm typically a mellow person. But I snapped, because they called my little sister a very hurtful word. Over what ??? A fantasy game. Not to say their feelings weren't valid, but it was done in such a sense that I was astounded they'd equate a real life horror to a fantasy game, to the point they'd call my sister something so horrific. Little sister (22, maybe not so little), BTW, was only playing a character with - as expected - a tragic back story.

We fought. I acknowledged and apologized for having lashed out. I am not proud of how I acted, but I'm ultimately glad I did because I never had before, and I learned a lot about how I want to behave in the future.

I had tried to meet up with them at their request when the problem first arose, but they threw a temper tantrum and I ended up blocking them. I had tried to understand their side of things, but soon stopped giving much of a care when they began manipulating me, saying they tried to harm themselves, and that it 'wasn't my fault', the underlying comment being 'it wouldn't have happened if we weren't fighting'.

They also said if I wanted to be friends again, I had to stick to a set of rules they were putting down. I understand boundaries, but this felt like a manipulation tactic. Oh! They also harrassed one of my other friends, because I was talking to friend 2 more than them ! Saying, 'I dont appreciate how you're taking all of anons time.' Their excuse to me was that they were just feeling lonely and didn't know what else to do. I demanded they give friend 2 an apology, and it was very half-assed.

Anyway. I had unblocked them months later, we had a calmer conversation on the phone, and things were worked out.

Or so I thought.

I asked them if they'd ever consider apologizing to my little sister for what they called her - essentially, they said 'not unless she apologizes first. I don't know if she said anything bad about me, but I'm assuming she did, so I'm not apologizing until she does.'

My little sister did not, in fact, say anything mean. This person DID, and it was quite a prominent factor in the argument.

Anyway. I blocked them again. They were manipulative, took no accountability, and overlooked all their own wrongdoings so that they could continue painting me as a bad guy who didn't make any effort. I made the best effort I was willing to make, but remembering the line 'not until she apologizes first' makes me think I put more effort than I even should have.

No, I feel you. I would be furious if a friend of mine called my sister something horrible and then refused to apologize. Like that would be a deal breaker for me. I would be willing to consider that it could have been a heat of the moment thing if they apologized, but if they didn't, I would have an issue with them

[ragecndybars]

NGL I've been pretty steamed lately over how people feel this need to align every character they like with their own morals.

In broader fandom spaces, I see such widespread refusal to give any character a flaw which contrasts too strongly with the fan's sensibilities. Murderers are fair game, for example, because that's not something which personally impacts the fan, but someone being a little sexist, or needing to have XYZ queer identity explained to them instead of instantly recognizing and understanding the term, or even just asking a slightly insensitive question? That will suddenly get fans all up in arms accusing you of slandering the character in question.

Like, I'll write a fic or do a silly little edit where one character will say something ignorant or insensitive, or even just clearly showing that they're a little confused but they got the spirit (ie. that "His pronouns are they/them!!!" meme), and people will suddenly drop into my replies steaming out the ears because "THAT CHARACTER WOULD NOT SAY THAT!!!" As if I'm personally breaking into their house and calling them transphobic because I said their favorite character would mess up someone's pronouns by accident.

It feels very much related to the trend of taking characters and injecting them with an insane level of emotional maturity, such that they no longer resemble their initial character at all. Much has been said about fanfictions where every character talks like a therapist, but at least in those fics, it's usually just written that way because the author finds it satisfying, not because they think the characters have to be flawless communicators or else they're shitty people. At least, that's the vibe I usually get. But I feel like for at least several years, it's been completely taboo to even imply that a character might have some biases to work through -- even if said biases are clearly evident in the source material!! A character can say some truly horrific homophobic shit in their source material, but if you write a fic where they say "Dude, that's gay" suddenly you're a character assassin.

I dunno. I feel like I could tie this into a larger point about the reemerging obsession with a mythical "moral purity" and frantic disavowal of anything which taints that for fear of being seen as One Of The Bad Guys, but I think the biggest thing is just... acknowledging that characters can have flaws. Flaws that go beyond "a little obnoxious", and into the territory of "genuinely thoughtless in a way which can hurt people". Flaws which may actually make you uncomfortable, because people with those flaws may have been callous, cruel, or even outright abusive to you in real life. Those flaws can exist within fictional characters who are good and kind people, and it doesn't mean the character is being mischaracterized as shitty bigots. Because nice, good people can still have prejudices and biases -- or, hell, just be a little awkward or misspeak! (See again the "his pronouns are they/them" meme -- do we not all agree that the joke there isn't "X character is transphobic", it's "X character is trying so hard to be an ally but has no idea what they're doing"?)

Don't get me wrong -- I'm not saying you have to be "realistic" by writing characters you like as prejudiced or rude. If you wanna write your characters as completely accepting of every queer thing under the sun, do that! Do it regardless of "realism" or whatever the hell, and fuck anyone who tells you otherwise!!! But if someone else does examine the prejudices or rudeness of those characters, you can NOT be out here taking it personally, or extrapolating from that to decide that the author is prejudiced.

and if you can't stand to see characters you love being written as such?

block the author and move tf on with your life.

[ae-neon]

I have so many unpopular opinions!

I don't believe you necessarily have to be a terrible person to get blocked. I blocked an anti-Feysand (my people) just because she hated Nesta too and kept posting anti/critical posts of her.

Tamlin is literally not that bad. Anything he's done, the faves have done it more and done it worse, laughed about it over wine, never apologized for it, and patted themselves on the back for it.

Feyre being locked in a literal mansion where her every need was met to protect her is so unserious to me. Like honestly, I get where SJM was going with it, and I get all the other stuff, but THAT I roll my eyes at. The girl spent half her life (or three years, depending on which piece of canon you prefer) putting herself in danger just to scrape by with no one saving or protecting her. She spent the last three months going through horrifically dangerous and traumatic shit with no one to save or protect her. The idea that someone she loves says "don't go into danger, stay here in the lap of luxury not worrying about anything for a few months while I make sure our court is safe" gave her claustrophobic PTSD but almost getting trapped when stealing the Book of Breathings didn't? Recreating UtM in the Hewn City didn't? The Weaver's Cottage didn't? As someone who used to be homeless and starved on more than one occasion, I'd personally take temporary imprisonment in a mansion where I knew my next meal was guaranteed and people were there who cared about me anything else (and can we all realize that it very much was temporary? Tamlin was worried about things that he was ACTIVELY trying to take care of so he and Feyre DIDN'T have to worry about anymore).

Even GOOD people on this side of the fandom go too far with all the abuse talk. I've seen maybe four blogs telling people to dial it back. There is no way to make a supernatural fantasy story not "abusive" by our standards. We talk about it too much. Certain things (SA, grooming & manipulation, all of ACOSF), yes! All of the deep explorations of Calanmai and SA? Dial it back!

I have so many more but this is getting too long. I just really feel like I'm the only one with sense my line of thinking in this fandom (that was a joke if it wasn't clear).

Hello anon

I actually agree with wanting to pull off the abuse label on certain situations. I'm tired of moral grandstanding to justify why I like who I like Vs who I don't like.

It's fine to point out when doing critical analysis but why are we alwaaaays analysing. I don't want to sound anti intellectual but while it is that deep, we don't always have to engage at that level.

Maybe I just don't like Rhys not cause he's clearly an abusive manipulator but cause he's boring? He's just incompetent and I find that unattractive? Maybe I don't care that Cassian needs therapy, I just don't like his aesthetic? Frankly I think that should be reason enough.

Feyre locked away in the mansion is so real. It's not like she was torn away from her preferred property like Nesta. Like you're in your own house, just for the day, until he comes back and you can tell him to fuck off.

And of course nothing else in the next weeks where she was manipulated into humiliating or life-threatening situations would also trigger her PTSD. It's subjective. As subjective as SJM decides to make it.

According to SJM herself, her faves trauma is just not that deep. It disappears in weeks. It only ever comes up to remind the readers not to pick anyone else's side in an argument where SJM is losing against her own characters.

[windandheartbeat]

Hello there!!

You've reached AXYER's SFW "weird stuff" blog. I hope you enjoy your stay!

Here's my SFW vore and SFW tickling account! Obviously, you can block this account should you desire to and wholly dismiss that you ever saw this account, that's totally fine! I wouldn't even judge you!

HOWEVER, I do humbly request you don't post me anywhere or laugh at me with your friends on a voice-call! I know it probably seems really fun, but it really, really hurts! I promise you there's better things to laugh at, I'm not trying to hurt anyone and I'm just doing this for comfort! We can be friends, even if we don't agree on everything, alright?

Now, DNIs are famous for literally not working whatsoever in most cases, but I'm going to try anyway, just so if you're blocked you know why:

-Racist, homophobic, transphobic (including believing there's only two genders/TERFs), radfems, radqueers, "MAP"/"NOMAP", ableist, sanist, sexist, conservative/alt-right/Republican

-Religious extremist (NOT just Christians or Muslims)

-Zionists 🇵🇸

-If you love arguing with people/brag about how you "take no shit" and love hurting people/committing crimes

-Obviously, if you think being "cringy" and being "bad" are the same thing!

-If you think talking shit about people is a likeable personality trait (sorry I hate these people so much)

-Com-shippers, ESPECIALLY if you ship characters with abusive dynamics (I had to resist saying so many mean things but I will refrain, I will refrain…)

-If you're a fan/kin/identify as/with WHATSOEVER anyone/anything from a certain webcomic where a white stick figure with a tie is tormented by a black stick figure with bat wings + red tendrils (I am extremely uncomfortable with anyone who applies to this. DNI. I mean it, please.)

-If you're unable to agree to disagree/accept differing opinions

Otherwise, here's a bit about myself!

Hi!! I'm an aspiring child psychologist from Long Island! I love to write, draw, maladaptive daydream horrifically (/hj) and walk!! A LOT!! I LOVE WALKING!!

I'm also a Heart (C/C/C/C) fictionkin!! Technically also a G/r/i/m/m/c/h/i/l/d and stick figure fictionkin, but those are less important!!

I promise you that I do not bite and unless your ask scares me I will respond as kindly as I possibly can!! And if it does scare me, dw! I probably just won't respond, but feel free to clarify! I LOVE clarification!!

I am ABSOLUTELY willing to make friends!! Let's be little /pos freaks together!! <3333

My taste in vore/tickling depends on the current hyperfixation, but Soul is a pred/ler whilst Heart (me yk yk me) is a prey/lee!! Sometimes I throw in Mid as a switch for both 👀

My preferences in vore are:

-No fluids! Everything is cushiony but dry, saliva actually REALLY icks me out!!

-Food and prey go in different areas!!

-I most like same-size + half-size but I'm A-ok with G/T!! HOWEVER I always prefer the bigger one to be the pred!!

-NO DIGESTION NO DIGESTION WHATSOEVER IT MAKES ME EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE EVEN IF THERE'S REFORMING

-I like only a small belly, enough that the people around them go "hey, have you gained weight recently?" but no more than that!! Less than that's good too!!

-Fearplay is my FAVORITE!! No foodplay tho!!

-I prefer humanoids (not humans) but anthros and taurs work too!!

-I'm uncomfy with children being involved as well as animals but siblings is cool with me simply because I like to imagine it similar to how bickering siblings will do crazy things to piss one another off!!

-Vore used as timeout is EXCELLENT and probably my fav trope!!

Tickling preferences!!

-No tongue!! Again I don't like saliva!!

-I LOVE RASPBERRIES YESSSSSS LKDNDNSJSOJSNSN

-I really like it when they're held down!!

-Mocking YES I LOVE MOCKING

-Cuddling afterwards when they're all sleepy mhm mhm yessssssss

-When the belly and sides are the most ticklish 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-Ticking with MORE than two arms YESSSSSS MHM MHM MHM MHM MHM

-Tickling as revenge :)))))))))

Tags!!

#vore moment - Vore stuff!!

#tickle moment - Tickle stuff!!

#*receives food* - Reblog!!

#hearb spelling bee (vore) - Vore fic!!

#hearb spelling bee (tickle) - Tickle fic!!

#fellow freaks slash pos - Friend reblogs + discussion!!

#sad times - Angsty stuff!!

#owa goodness!! - Happy/fluffy stuff!!

#the blues and greens - Fav posts!!

#realising through glazed eyes - ALL TIME fav posts!!

What I censor:

#cw profanity - Post has curse words!!

#cw all caps - Post has all capital letters stuff in it!! (Might forget I apologize!!)

#tw digestion - Post has digestion!! (Would only be used in fictional content)

#tw suicide - Post has suicide!! (Would only be used in fictional content)

#tw suicide attempt - Post has a failed suicide attempt!! (Would only be used in fictional content)

#tw suicidal ideation - Post has thoughts/plans/consideration/reflections of suicide!! (Would only be used in fictional content)

#tw panic attack - Post contains a panic attack! (Would only be used in fictional content) (well, hopefully!)

#tw s/h - Post contains self-harm!! (Would only be used in fictional content) (will also be tagged as #tw self harm + #tw self-harm!!)

#tw homicidal ideation - Post has thoughts/plans/consideration/reflections of homicide/murder! (Would only be used in fictional content)

I think that's all… anyways, have fun here!!

[flightfoot]

I'm sorry. How do you deal with the often asinine takes and arguments that are thrown at you on a daily basis? Do you have a good self care method? Are you thinking of taking a break? Just going through the ml tag is exhausting for me nowadays. I've been trying to stop so I can take the show as is and keep my love for what started as just a silly guilty pleasure kids' show for me. I can only imagine what it's like to be this sort of reflective soundboard for any and every opinion. Doesn't it alter your viewing of the show to have so many opinions in your head at once? Do you find yourself watching Miraculous through a filter? Like your first thoughts when something happens while watching aren't about the characters and the plot , but rather "What is the fandom going to say about this?" I just hope you're taking care of yourself.

Oh all these asks aren't that big a problem, honestly, this is nothing compared to how it used to be. Now back in 2019 the discourse with all the salt was AWFUL, especially since a lot of people bought into it, even if they didn't fully agree with it. The amount that I had to defend Adrien and that defending Adrien was seen as a horrible thing to do by certain segments was just... it was bad. Luckily, around 2020 most of the "regular" fandom had enough of that and basically kicked most of the saltdom discourse out of regular circulation.

For me, it's more the saltfics that are a problem, since I spend so much time reading ML fanfics. Fanfics have always been a huge part of fandom for me, and the effect of so much horrific Ron the Death Eater being hurled at the characters for so long with so many people pushing it as right and valid and deserved, with it being so incredibly prominent... has not been great. At this point I have an anti-salt skin on AO3, have a lot of things that are associated with salt that I filter out on AO3, and have to be very careful about where I go in say, discord servers, because even seeing people promote Alya and Adrien demonization fics pisses me off for a long time afterwards. So I just try to block out the crowd as much as possible, I often won't even read anything they write for any fandom if they're in the saltdom sphere.

I feel okay right now at least, with all my filters, I'm able to avoid seeing much Chameleon salt on AO3 at least, so long as I don't try to actually do a search.

[moonlitphosphenes]

Writing Practice #1

this is the first time since like 2019 that I've written anything that wasn't essay, so if there is anything that I could do better please let me know! tips and constructive criticism appreciated.

-WARNINGS- mentions of gore, pain, toxic relationships

-CHARACTERS- although this was written with an OC in mind it can be read as an x-reader, gender not mentioned. Set in the BSD universe.

***

     The scenery would have been gorgeous under different circumstances, but that annoying voice is always there to ruin it though. 

“Would you hurry it up already?” there it is.

 “I might if you would shut u-OW”thank you, perfectly timed stranger.

A boy was on the floor? But you were too, so who are you to laugh or judge, even though you really wanted to. You hurried to help him up, only a little weary of the fact that he and his buddy seemed to have been watching for the past two blocks. Maybe they were a way out? 

“Oh I am so sorry for bumping into you like that.” He apologized, though almost too sincerely.

“No it’s fine, don't worry…are you okay? That fall sounded like it hurt.” maybe you were stalling for time, or maybe you actually felt bad for purposely tripping him. You really shouldn’t, considering he did the same. 

Dad was getting irritated, you could practically smell it. Instead, you felt it through the sting, settling into your upper back. 

“What the fuck! That hurt, asshole!” you exasperated, trying not to cry, cause god did it hurt. Probably because of the fact that there is equipment embedded into your skin, in the same spot that was just slapped, by your lovely ‘father’. You could feel the blood trickling through your bandages, reaching back to check, you hope it hadn’t leaked through your shirt. The blood on your fingers gave you an idea. “Hey Dad? I really gotta use the bathroom, can we stop?” he looked at you like you just asked the most horrific question known to man, as if it wasn’t pounded into your brain to refer to him as such.

“No.. You’re just stalling for time. Those two jerks who bumped into us already took too much of our time, just go when we get there.” god he really was pissing you off.

***

As you reached your destination, you asked again. “Now can I use the bathroom?” hoping, praying to your metaphorical gods, that the blood wasn't visible, or that the bite in your tone wasn’t too sharp. In place of an answer he grabbed your wrist, pulling and pushing you into the nearest private bathroom.

“Five minutes, any longer and I’ll drag you out myself.” he spat. 

“Gotcha” turning to lock the door, forcing yourself to try and remember exactly what that one doctor said. “..d please do not forget, if an…  …. ….ments start bleedin. … ..could be a sign they’ve grown loose or…..body … jectin…it.``. “DAMMIT '' you screamed in frustration, your memory has been so damn foggy since they blocked your ability.  Peeling your sticky shirt off, you say in a hushed tone “I hope you’re listening, jackasses.”. After discarding your bandages haphazardly on the ground you prod at the attachment on your back, trying to find the sweet spot that's rejected the farthest.

A scream you're not entirely sure is yours echoes throughout the cramped bathroom. Pulling with all your strength, the piece of metal falls to the floor with a loud bang. The flickering yellow lighting is not helping you stay awake. The floor is on the ceiling, it’s freezing cold then it’s smoldering hot, the mirror grows and shrinks. Oh god. You were gonna vomit. 

***

Wiping your mouth you crawled to your discarded pants, searching for the knife you pocketed off your clueless ‘father’. Weak and lethargic, you stand up, trying to view the metal plate on your chest. Okay fingers crossed I don’t accidentally stab myself in the heart. Three. Two. One. *BANG*. Ankles next. Three. Two. One. *BANG*. *BANG*. *BANG*. *BANG*. With only one attachment left you cursed, swearing that if you died before being able to heal yourself you were going to come back as the most horrific, evil, disgusting, poltergeist to have ever graced the earth. You were going to get back at these assholes even if it meant having to abandon the afterlife to do so. 

*BANG BANG*

“Time's up! Get your ass out here!” fuck fuck fuck fuck im screwed

*BANG BANG*

“I’m co- *cough*-ming *cough cough*” Maybe you shouldn’t be using a knife on your neck while coughing… Just a thought… You’re almost through, it’s almost off, please just a little more time, please. 

……

…………

With one last tug, the metal attachment falls off your neck and into your messy hands. It’s too quiet out there, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care, you needed to heal yourself, and fast. You make a break for the mirror, hardly careful enough as to not slip on the bloodied sink. You are almost there, almost free. As your torso breaches through the mirrors frigid barrier, almost in, a warm object latches onto your ankle. Now you find yourself lying on the slippery tile of the bathroom floor that definitely inhabits flesh eating bacteria. 

“I swear to the Gods above that if after being so careful to not touch anything in here, that I get a life threatening infection, you’ll be the fir-'' taking in your aggressors features, you piece two and two together and notice that it’s the boys from the street.

“So you were listening.” you manage to slip out before your consciousness does the same.

***

[the-firebird69]

I drive part 18 #funny #memes #shorts (Original Video)

What they're saying is don't talk about our friend that way and they nailed them on purpose and they nailed them on purpose and it was Trump and cheesman and they pulled them in and said what are you doing so fast for and you're splitting Lanes and it's not legal in this country and we said it now you're doing it like some sort of weird programmed idiot and now you're calling him like it's some sort of weird programmed idiot and we don't care if you are or not we're going to shoot you what you're doing and we tell you when we shoot you and you ignore us like you're some sort of weird programmed idiot so he heard you have stuff below they start going after it and they found it they had us publish it

Nope that was you the idiot next door

Thor Freya

I did find out that's why he's fighting the e-bike thing and he's the one blocking the battery and other people can get the battery and it's not a bad price it cost more than that because of shipping usually like 1200 bucks so I want to tell him to screw because the bike is used and 4,000 miles is pretty high but people don't know that and they're going to come and buy the bike in this area is going to be sitting next door saying I don't have time for this and stupid s*** like that now we know that you're getting out of here and you're going out in a party bag like everyday at least you could do is pay attention to that part

Bg

Soy sauce right away so what what this is sauce and stuff like that so I don't care about that yeah I do I need to know who and the friend next door says who gives a s*** I'd rather have you blindsided you stupid f****** moron and what are you talking about working with you Trump you're an idiot he says so I guess it's over

Trump

Is it a lot of trouble but it's Saturday now it's time happens not a ton happens but he's going to court on Monday and it's Sunday now morning but he's going to be locked up the pseudo empire has troops everywhere but they are engaged by this idiot and bja and the clones and they're having a hell of a time the trumps are getting slaughtered and they get hit by mostly the pseudo empire and then others decide to shoot him because he's a huge a****** and really your face says what you're trying and you are absurd and you expect us to help you and you just sit there saying it and saying it and saying it and it doesn't get done and you were cursed bad people do not do what you do they don't go around with it on their face and you children mostly all you're doing and it's obscene is to sit there and try and get by while looking at your ass face and it is horrible and now we have to say this you are trying to play music that does not apply to your situation you're apparently stupid it came down here and let it all hang out and nobody wants to see it no one wants to hear it and they want to get rid of you and it kind of a letdown because you're so freaking dumb and it's a disappointment that you don't understand what you say you know we know about the Max and you don't it's horrific you know about their bunkers and everything else you don't seem to care and you can't get there and the largest group they sent was about 5% of their populace and they made no progress at all and foreigners are making progress and two out of the three in Africa the huge bunker systems one is massive the other two are being depleted and the max are calling for reinforcements in China the Chinese have three out of five at the same spot and these guys don't do anything and it's starting to show why but the max are trying to have them attack us to threaten the foreigners off

Olympus

[sphinxwalker-when]

piglins are literally hostile enemies in a video game. the game actively insentivizes the player to kill them constantly by having them kill you unless u wear the worst armor in the game, not to mention the loot in bastions that you can't get without killing at least a few piglins (to say nothing of the brutes), you're absolutely grasping at straws trying to make a half-assed point on how this is somehow bad. piglin heads are good and fine, they arent "stuffed trophies of a civilized species", theyre placeable decoration blocks of funny lil pig men. What's next, you're gonna complain because of player heads? rotten flesh? the ability to kill villagers? you're just inventing reasons to get mad. you get off. you're a dangerous idiot.

The Player is not *incentivized* to kill them, they're actually discouraged from it. Piglins drop no loot, they are more valuable alive so they can be bartered with. Moreover, their hostility when not wearing Gold is not a sign of unintelligence, if anything it's a sign of community and tradition--they don't want to communicate with outsiders unless they respect their culture. Brutes only spawn in Bastions to protect their treasure, this demonstrates a military hierarchy and a sense of communal property, not unintelligence.

Player heads aren't obtainable in survival and so aren't relevant here.

Rotten flesh, and indeed any drops from Zombies, don't diminish them as an intelligent civilization because they aren't one. They're an undead, universally accepted tragic monster. It is tragic that they were once human, but they've been corrupted by either disease or curse and are now exclusively hostile to the player.

The player is not incentivized to kill Villagers, the exact same way they aren't incentivized to kill Piglins; Villagers don't drop anything, and they're more valuable alive so they can be traded with. Yes there's a lot of emergent gameplay that comes about because of villagers, and some of it is honestly kind of troubling, but while it's rewarded for being optimized gameplay (iron farms, trading halls) it is not the kind of mechanic that's encouraged by the game, it's an exploitation of the mechanics' quirks. There is a difference between a highly-automated raid farm and mounting the head of a civilized entity that just wanted to be left alone.

I am not advocating for no harm to ever come to Piglins, that players shouldn't be allowed to rob them, fight them and even kill them in pursuit of their treasure, but there is a stark difference between fighting and killing a hostile enemy, and mounting their goddamn stuffed head as a trophy. If Villager heads were added that would be horrific, why not Piglins?

I'm not entertaining your sick bad faith arguments anymore. Get off anon or leave me alone. There is no reason to make these actual Piglin heads as opposed to a purely decorative block like a Golden Piglin Head or Piglin Mask with all the same functionality.

[tinalbion]

A  R E A L  H E R O   |  o n e

A/N: I needed to do this for myself because I HAD to write for my new favorite best boy, Vigilante/ Adrian Chase. He's been on my mind a LOT lately, so I'm using the prompts from this list here. 

➵ “Can I kiss you?”

➵ “You’ve got that look again.” “what look?” “that look when I kiss you. when you get all flustered on me.”

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》MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT《

Pairing: Vigilante x f!Reader - 

Rating: Explicit

Length: 5.6k

p a r t  1   |  a  w a r m  w e l c o m e 

It had only been a few weeks since you had first entered the Fennel Fields restaurant for a bit of breakfast, and since everything was still new to you, you had to try out all the local digs so you knew where you could frequent later on. Trying out different places to eat was important for you when you were in a new living situation, and so far several people in town had mentioned this place. 

'It's not exactly a five-star place,' they'd say, 'but the cook knows what he's doing and the staff isn't bad.' 

That was all you really needed, honestly, so you decided the day after you settled in, you'd wake up fairly early -for you anyway- and ordered a nice plate of French toast at Fennel Fields. 

You had to agree, the waitstaff was nice and the food was pretty decent for the likes of the restaurant, but there was one person on the staff who caught your attention; the busboy. 

He was incredibly cute, large glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at the tub in his hands while throwing the dirty plates inside. He walked past you and then stopped to do a double take. There were plenty of cute men and women around this place, sure, but you were new and you didn't have that dim aura about you from living here for so long. You looked hopeful, you were glowing, it was exciting to see someone new. 

You looked up from your phone as you felt someone staring at you, and there he was, the cute busboy, staring at you with his jaw dropped slightly. 

You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment and looked around for a moment. "Hi uh, do I have something on my face? Eggs in my teeth?"

The young man stuttered and cleared his throat; he was flustered and it was extremely obvious. "Oh uh, sorry, I was just uh, trying to figure out if I knew you from somewhere or if you were new around here." 

"Oh, well you have a good eye, just moved in yesterday. Inherited my grandparent's place a few blocks from here."

"Oh! You mean Mr. And Mrs. Y/L/N? They were nice folks, was a shame to hear about them."

You gave him a smile. "You knew my grandparents?" 

"Oh sure, they were super nice. Plus, ya know, it's a small town, you kinda get to know everyone if you're here long enough."

You laughed and nodded your head in agreement. "Yeah, that's how they were. Bunch of social butterflies. But I apologize, haven't introduced myself, I'm Y/N," you beamed as you held out your hand for him. 

The man seemed shocked for a moment and slowly reached out to take your hand in return. Your hands were soft but they had some wear to them, so you used your hands often, good to know. 

"I'm Adrian," he replied coyly. "A pleasure to meet you." He pulled his hand away quickly and continued to begin his walk about the floor. "I'll let you eat in peace, but it was uh, lovely to meet you." 

"Same here!" You called out, but he shuffled off before he could probably get yelled at for chatting, but you settled back into your seat and hummed with satisfaction. 

So far, your move here wasn't anything horrific, you were surrounded by pretty decent people here in Evergreen, so you decided to make the best of it as you brought your phone out again and began to make a to-do list for everything you needed to work on. After how long you sat there in the booth, you felt like you overstayed your welcome and tried to gather everything so you could let them clear out for the lunch rush, and you left a very generous tip for the trouble. 

When you looked around the dining area, you had hoped to catch one last glimpse of Adrian before you took off, but he was probably busy, so you slung your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door. You had suddenly heard your name being called, but only for a brief second until it was cut off, and you turned to see Adrian standing there at his station, contemplating whether or not to say anything to you. He seemed embarrassed as his eyes met yours, and you couldn’t help but laugh at it; he was a sweet guy, very charming in his own awkward way, but it was more endearing than anything. You gave him a friendly wave and an even friendlier smile.

“Bye, Adrian!” you called out to him and then left.

He watched as you walked away, his hand still in the air as he waved at no one. The shift manager on duty yelped for him to continue cleaning and he was pulled from his stupor, then began to get things ready for the lunch rush. 

*

You had gone through everything that belonged to your grandparents and had separated the things that they wanted to be donated, the things they wanted to be distributed out to the remaining family, and the things you got to keep. It had been a long week but you finally finished and you collapsed in the plush chair. Your eyes glanced around the room and made a mental note of all the things you’d still need to get done, but thankfully you had some vacation time reserved for an occasion like this, though you wished it was under better circumstances. 

It was still early for you even though the sun was setting, but you still needed to grab some more groceries for the place before you could retire for the night, so with a groan, you snatched your keys from the counter and headed out. As you drove into the parking lot and shuffled out from the car until you had been greeted by some greasy-looking guy with a friend, who was equally greasy, and they instantly gave you unfriendly vibes. 

“Hey babe,” the first one greeted nonchalantly, “you look lost, you from around here?”

You frowned and slipped your keys into your bag and left without a word, but you figured they wouldn’t let you get too far. 

“My friend was talkin’ to you, princess,” the second man snapped.

You turned your head slightly to keep an eye out. “Yeah I heard, I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling.”

The disinterest only pissed them off, you figured it would, but you could have given less of a fuck about it. All you wanted to do was get some food for the next couple of weeks and go back home, but you felt that they would continue to hassle you if you stuck around. What you didn’t expect was the first guy to lunge at you and yank your arm back, which pulled you back toward him. 

You yelped out in surprise and pulled away immediately. “Back the fuck up!” You said with a raised voice, which caught him off guard for a moment. “If I said no, then I said NO.”

The friend stalked up and went for your arm as well, but you had slid your hand in your pocket and pulled out a decently sized blade. “Aww come on, we just wanted to have a chat, see if you had any money or somethin’, damn,” he grumbled.

“Please leave me alone,” you said again, getting the point across as clearly as possible all while keeping your voice raised so you could draw attention to yourself if needed. 

The first man had been slowly walking around you to get behind you, and he almost would have had you if it weren’t for the knife in your hand, so before he got a good grip on your wrist again, you slashed at his arm. He snatched his arm away from you and you bolted toward the store, hoping that anyone could help you get away from these assholes. There weren’t many people around for a Friday evening, but you continued to run anyway and you hoped they would get annoyed and leave, but the sounds that began to come from behind you signaled that it was the furthest from the truth. 

You shouldn’t have looked just in case they were right on your heels, but you were too curious as to why you heard shouting and scuffling sounds, but it turned out that the guys had been getting their asses beat by someone in a superhero costume. He was easily dodging their fists and had given the first guy a speedy kick of his own, the blow landed in his gut and he doubled over as he yelled out in pain. The other mugger was already trying his best to wrap his arm around the hero’s neck to get him into a chokehold, but if you blinked you would have missed it; the hero had reached behind his back and whipped out two large knives and slashed at the second mugger, which took him down easily as he screamed out in pain. 

You weren’t shy when it came to blood and gore but the fact that this was happening just a few feet away caused your entire body to shake, probably was the adrenaline. You stopped and watched as he bloodied them up until they stopped moving, even their twitching had stopped after a bit, and all you could do was stand there completely stunned.

The hero had spotted you and sheathed his weapons as he held up his hands in surrender, showing you he meant no harm. “Hey! Hi uh, the name’s Vigilante, you okay miss?”

You nodded wordlessly and stared at the red visor that covered his face, curious as to who could be under there. “Yeah, thank you.”

“It was no problem! Guys like that need to really leave people the hell alone, ya know? Just go about their business, but always gotta be those people who fuck it up, huh? You sure you’re okay?”

“Are they…dead?” You nodded your head toward them and then looked back at him, your face still giving away the fear you felt. 

Vigilante turned to look at the pile of blood that grew with each passing moment and chuckled nervously. “Uh yeah, just a bit, sorry you had to see that, never a pretty sight.” 

You smiled up at him, still thankful that he was there to help. “Thank you again, Vigilante, yeah? You’re a lifesaver.” 

He grinned behind his mask and felt his cheeks grow hot. “Hey, anytime for a pretty citizen such as yourself, heh.” He rubbed the back of his neck through the suit and bit back the groan he would have let out, damn he was an idiot.

Truth be told, he watched you ever since you got into town, he kept tabs on you to make sure no one would have messed with you. You had given him a lasting impression ever since your run-in with him at the restaurant, it was the least he could have done to make sure you stayed as long as you could here in Evergreen. With his friend and idol serving 30 years in prison and his brother so distant, he didn't have much going on in order to keep himself distracted. Things in his life weren't great, but you'd never guess with the way he acted so nonchalantly about everything. But that was another secret he had, he was lonely and craved companionship even though he felt it wasn't a necessity. 

You wanted to continue with your night and forget about everything you'd witnessed, you wanted to grab your groceries and eat an unhealthy amount of snack foods, but you weren't sure how to process all this. So you stood in the parking lot with your knife in your hand, your eyes blank as you stared off at the unmoving bodies. The cops would be there soon, maybe you should leave… 

A gentle hand was placed on yours as Vigilante took the knife and folded it back and slipped it in your jacket pocket. "Don't need the cops to see that," he said as he nodded his head in satisfaction. "But seriously, you gonna be okay? Want me to walk with you, make sure you can get your shit without anyone messing with you?"

You blinked and shook your head, wanting to accept the offer but you politely declined, although your expression betrayed you. "I couldn't ask you to do that, Vigilante, you've already saved me, I don't think-"

"Oh, nonsense! Come on, I'll protect you, promise." He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you along, and you didn't protest, instead, you moved along with him and laughed at the predicament you had found yourself in.

Vigilante did as he promised to do and helped you grocery shop, walked you to your car, and helped you put all your bags in the trunk. What a gentleman. 

You both shared in some interesting conversation and learned a little about your savior, and he learned about you too. 

"So uh, you gotta get home, and I gotta get out of here, but you sure you're gonna be okay?" 

"Um yeah, I think I'll be fine? Probably gonna pop open this bottle and see if I can numb my brain a little," you joked, which is what you did in events like these. 

Vigilante laughed with you and nodded along, not wanting to leave you just yet. "Did you want me to make sure you got home safely?" Why the hell did he offer that? That was a creep move, damn.

"Actually, I wouldn't mind if you came over, I am kinda new here and I wouldn't mind the company if you're not busy beating up more lowlives around here…" Why the hell would you invite a stranger into your home, you've been here a week! Christ.

He hadn't expected that yet there he was helping you into the car and he closed the door for you. "I'll follow behind you then, got my own car back there somewhere, that way no one can trace me to it. Secret identity and all." 

You laughed and nodded as you turned the engine over. "Then I suppose I'll meet you at my place, huh?"

"You bet."

The entire drive you became incredibly flustered. Why would you just blurt something out like that?! This man killed two people in front of your very eyes and now you were inviting him over for a drink? You were ridiculous, honestly, you even surprised yourself sometimes. But you couldn't lie to yourself, something about watching him beat the living shit out of those assholes made you feel something you never felt before, the adrenaline rush still coursed through you, and you tried so desperately to ignore the growing dampness between your legs. 

You pulled up, parked, grabbed all the bags from your trunk, and hoisted them up to the door only to have Vigilante scare you and grab a handful of them from your grip. You welcomed him inside and had him place everything in the kitchen as he began his own little tour of the place. 

Many of the old photos of your grandparents were still sitting on the shelves, and he couldn't help but now notice the little girl in some of them. That must have been you, he could see it now, funny that you had probably visited so much and never got to see you till now. 

"Hey, want something to drink?"

He craved his head to look toward the kitchen and shouted back to you. "I could go for a glass of whatever you were going to indulge in earlier!" 

He continued his self guided tour until you stepped into the room holding two glasses of brown-colored liquor. You watched him as he spun around in surprise and held up his hands. 

"I promise I didn't touch anything!"

You scoffed as you brought the drink to your lips and held his out toward him. "Not like it bothers me, you saved my life and I don't expect you to rob me, I still have my knife."

"Ooh, don't threaten me with a good time," Vigilante joked as he grabbed the glass from your hand. 

Your face felt hot again as you cleared your throat. "So uh, what kind of stuff do you like to do for fun when you're not, you know, beating the shit out of people."

Vigilante turned around and pulled the bottom half of his mask up and took a sip of his drink, then he placed it back down and turned back to face you, and you couldn't help but let out a hysterical laugh. He looked at you and tilted his head. 

"What?"

"You think I'm gonna tell on you for your identity? Don't worry, Vij, your secret is safe with me. Besides, I'm new here, I know literally no one." You casually sipped your drink and walked around toward the sofa and plopped down onto it. "Come on, sit down, make yourself comfortable."

"Why are you being so...welcoming to me?" Vigilante asked. "Not that I'm ungrateful about it, I'm just- people don't usually welcome me in their place for a drink after murdering two guys in front of them. Just weird is all."

You scoffed and waved your hand dismissively. "Trust me, I don't normally do this sort of thing, I just… I don't know, you seem like-" 

"If you say different, I swear-" 

You cut him off with another bark of laughter. "Well, I suppose that is rather cliché isn't it? You're right. You do seem different though. I'm assuming you kill bad guys only?" 

"Absolutely, come on, rapists, murderers, all of 'em go to jail and are back on the streets in no time. I take care of it where they can't kill again, they can't damage anyone ever again." He seemed to trail off, deep in thought. "I don't feel bad about it if you're wondering." 

You nodded along, and you couldn't help but agree with him. It did pose an issue in the eyes of the law and it could end with him in prison for life, but it was a grayed area and not many people would have the same opinion as you. 

"You make a valid point, I actually agree with you, you're kinda doing Evergreen a favor."

Now this shocked Vigilante, he was never going to get used to someone agreeing with his viewpoints. So he took a moment to collect his thoughts, and he couldn't help but laugh. 

"You're a surprise, you know that?" He finally said, amusement in his voice. "A wonderful surprise."

You smiled and looked down at your drink, your finger pad smoothed around the edge of your glass. "You're flattering me, Vij," you pointed out, your tone smooth. "I like when you flatter me."

Vigilante began to sweat beneath his suit, he hid his trembling hand as he tried to steady the one that held the drink. He had been around women sure, he's had sex as his normal counterpart although it wasn't the best of experiences, something about right now had him feeling as if his throat was so dry that he could barely speak. 

You continued to sit there on the sofa and watched him intently, you'd been thinking of what he looked like under that suit, how good he must have felt against your skin, and under the influence, you bet he still could get you feeling warm. He noticed that you bit your bottom lip, he watched you as you sipped the chilled drink in your hand and he swallowed, his throat suddenly felt dry. Fuck, he could feel his erection pushing rather uncomfortably against his pants. Vigilante shifted and cleared his throat and took that seat beside you, scooting to the end to have enough space between you both. 

The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable, but after the evening you had and the drink you partook in, you were not feeling entirely yourself. You looked away and took another sip, but you stopped mid-drink as you watched the man slowly lift the bottom half of his mask to take a large drink. Your eyes widened as you got to see his lips for the first time, they looked pretty kissable right now, and you must have given some sort of look indicating that you had other things on your mind. Vigilante turned his head slightly, mask still half raised, and he smiled. 

“I see you sneakin’ a peek, you shouldn’t commit these to memory you know, you could find me in a police line up and I definitely don’t want that.” 

You scoffed at that. “You’re ridiculous, but in a very charming way, I gotta admit.” 

“Oh so now you think I’m charming? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me, Y/N,” he laughed and slid his mask back into place. 

“So what if I am?” You felt bold, you wanted more tonight, that was for certain, but you couldn’t push yourself, you couldn’t push him into it, not unless he was willing. But fuck, you definitely were willing.  

The question that tumbled from his mouth was so quiet and so quick that you almost missed it. “Can I kiss you?”

You looked back at him and sat in silence, thinking. It was hard to do right now with the alcohol going straight to your head. “What?”

“I asked if I could kiss you, and yeah your consent is important obviously, I just wanted to ask before I just did it-” He always rambled on and on like this and you found it endearing. “-but I don’t know if I misread this entire thing and I’m making an ass of myself or if there’s something here because-”

“Vij,” you echoed, and suddenly the man stopped speaking. 

It was like he was placed in a trance and sat as he awaited your instructions, so when you took his drink from his hand and placed both glasses on the coffee table, and then you slid onto his lap with your legs on either side of him. Immediately you felt him rub against you and you had to really fight back the sound that almost came from you, except you steadied yourself and your hands were placed on either side of his mask.

He tensed under your touch. “Don’t-”

“I promise I won’t…” you assured him, the smile you offered eased him and he allowed you to continue and then rolled up his mask as he had earlier, only revealing his mouth. “Can I?”

The fucking smile he gave you would have made your knees weak if you weren’t already sitting on his lap. “Yeah.” 

You leaned forward and finally felt his lips on yours, the softness of them caressed yours and you allowed a low hum of satisfaction to slip, which caused Vigilante to smile against you, his arms now wrapped around your back, pulling you into him. Fuck, he was so hard already and all he wanted was to get you out of your clothes, but something about you made him feel like you deserved more than a quick fuck, you deserved to get the best time you could imagine. He was here to deliver.

His kisses grew more and more hungry as he deepened them, his tongue slid across your bottom lip and you didn't hesitate to allow him access. Once you felt him swipe it against your own, your moan grew louder as it vibrated against his mouth. Something about it made his whole body buzz with excitement, so he trailed off from kissing you to then nipping at the skin on your neck, another moan followed, which only made him bite just a little harder. 

"God, Vij, you really know how to make me feel so fucking good," you huffed out. 

"I'm not even there yet, just you wait." A promise that he would deliver on. 

His lips came back up and he kissed you hard while your hands slid across the back of his mask, wishing you could bury your hands in his hair, well, if he had any. You were so curious but now you didn't care as much, you just needed him so badly. While you were busy grinding your hips against him, Vigilante's hands slid around to your ass and he grabbed on tight as he pushed himself against you, the feeling of your warmth and wetness already getting him worked up as he stimulated himself through his suit. 

His head fell back and he sucked his teeth, holding in that sweet sound he almost let slip. If you didn't ride him soon he would probably explode. You must have read his mind because your hands worked at the utility belt around his waist, but you hesitated. 

You pulled back to look at him, getting that silent confirmation, and he nodded. What he couldn't say was just how hot you looked as you stared at him. A sheen of sweat covered your face as your stray hairs cling to your skin, the look in your eyes was hazy, lustful, focused. Your mouth was parted slightly and your tongue darted out to moisten your lips, you were hungry for him. 

Vigilante nodded as his hand was brought up and he traced the apple of your cheek with the pad of his thumb, then he moved the damp hairs away from your eyes. You rolled your hips again and that made his breath catch. 

"Fuuuuck, Y/N, you're killing me," he breathed out. He placed his forehead against yours and just took a moment until he watched as you stood from his lap. 

Your pants were abandoned, then your shirt followed, and you were there in just your undergarments. The alcohol made things feel fuzzy as your hands reached out to finally undo the belt, then you tugged aggressively on his pants, he lifted himself to make it easier, and there he was sitting in half his suit and a pair of boxer briefs. When your hands finally freed him, fuck, it wasn't what you expected at all, but you were happily surprised, to say the least. You wrapped your hand around him and your thumb brushed away the precum that was already there, using it to stroke him gently and slowly, to which he groaned in frustration. He wanted more than that, he'd been so worked up that he needed more now, but he couldn't say that to you, not when you looked so good holding his cock like that. 

"Damn, your hand feels so good, can't even imagine how good you feel when I'm fucking you." This confidence when he wore the suit was infinite, and that wasn't about to change now. 

"Let's find out then," you replied, then you abandoned your underwear and kicked it off to the side. 

Vigilante sucked in a breath and quickly discarded both gloves just to be able to feel you. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled you close, then he slid them gently down your sides until his two fingers suddenly slipped in between your thighs, and that caused you to throw your head back and moan. Your entire body felt on edge as you let a stranger finger fuck you in the house you inherited, what a fucking unique situation you were in. His thumb rubbed your clit on sloppy circles as his fingers worked your soaked folds, you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

It had been a while since you’ve felt this good.

"Oh my God, Vij, please," you begged, "this feels great but-but I need you."

You needed him. He'd replay that over and over until he couldn't speak anymore, it got to him bad, so bad that he removed his fingers from you and coated his cock with your slick, slowly pumping himself until he was ready. His hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you into his lap, the tip already teasing at your throbbing cunt as he shifted to make himself comfortable. 

He looked at you and waited for you to make your move, so you reached down and grabbed him, slowly sliding him inside of you. The sounds you both made resembled growling, it was almost animalistic. Vigilante enjoyed taking his time with you, he really enjoyed how worked up you'd been and already loved to see your body shake and tense with every thrust he made into you. His fingers on your hips were bruising with how hard he held onto you, but you wouldn't give a damn, not when he was making you feel this fucking good. 

He leaned forward and placed little kisses around your breasts as he grabbed onto it, he ran his tongue around the supple flesh until he bit down gently on it, and you'd gotten louder. He reached around your back and unzipped your bra with ease, so you shrugged out of it and was now completely bare to him. 

"No fair if I can't touch your chest," you pouted. 

He scoffed and leaned back to rip the top of the suit from his body, leaving him completely bare for you in return, all except for the mask. It was important for him to keep it there, so you wouldn't argue so long as you got to kiss him. 

You closed the gap between you both and clung to him while he fucked up into you, his arms wrapped around your back as your hands were grabbing either side of his shoulders, your kisses were sloppy and needy. You had both forgotten the consequences of this evening, but it didn't matter how close you were to reaching your end.

"Vij, fuck- I'm gonna cum soon," you sighed beside his ear.

He smiled and nipped at your jaw playfully. "Good, please fucking cum on me, oh my god-" the feeling of your hands all over him, your mouth on his hot skin, fuck he was loving every minute of this. You made him feel like even as his normal counterpart that someone would like him, you were something else. 

You both reached your climax and the loud sounds drowned out everything else, but you both sat there still cradled against one another, your hands resting on his chest. You both sat there for a moment and collected your thoughts, but when you pulled away, you couldn't help but smile and lean forward to plant a content kiss on Vigilante's lips. 

"I don't know about you but that was-"

He rolled his head to the side and already expected the disappointment. "I know, I'm not exactly the best or the biggest, but I thought-" 

You scoffed and placed your finger on his mouth to silence him. "I was going to say that was incredible, and I wouldn't be opposed to it happening again. I mean, if you were up for it…" Why did you grow so timid all of a sudden? Was it the realization of the situation sinking in, you weren't sure, but now you kind of feared the harsh reality of this man rejecting you? Wouldn't be the first time and probably wouldn't be the last, but this time it felt different. 

Vigilante fell silent and you couldn't help but sigh with relief at the smile that spread across his face. "Uh, yeah, fuck yes, are you kidding?"

"Wow, getting really excited are we?" You teased as you slipped off his lap and began to grab at the scattered garments on the floor to start dressing. 

He scoffed and got to his feet slowly, his legs had felt weak and he needed to take a minute. You kindly handed him his suit pieces and held onto his underwear as you stood there, giving him a feigned innocent look. He laughed and snatched them from your hand and hopped on one foot as he slid back into them. “Well, I don’t see why I wouldn’t be? Got to kick some ass, show off my fighting skills to a hot woman, had sex with said woman, and she wants more sometime soon, uh yeah! I think I got room to brag and be a little excited!”

You shook your head as you pulled up your pants and shimmied your shirt down, but you had stepped toward Vigilante again and grabbed the sides of his mask that was still pulled up. He tensed a bit, it was obvious, but you only laughed and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

You pulled away and his tongue darted across his bottom lip. You giggled and shook your head. 

“What?”

“You’ve got that look again.”

 “What look?” 

“That look when I kiss you. when you get all flustered on me.” You assisted in pulling down his mask and tucked it back under the hem of his armor. 

“You can tell?”

You both began to laugh after a moment’s pause and watched as he got completely dressed and back into his superhero attire. That’s when you held up his belt and reached around his waist to click it back into place. He muttered a bashful “thanks” and double-checked for all of his weapons.

“So uh, I guess I’ll get going, I figured you got some stuff to do. I also gotta make sure to patrol the area, you know, keepin’ Evergreen safe and all.”

He was about to head toward the door with you trailing behind him and grabbed his wrist, his head turned back to meet your gaze. “Wait, can I give you my number? Ya know, just in case.”

You couldn’t see it beneath his mask, but he grinned wide and maybe even felt a blush creep across his face. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

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A/N: So first time writing for Adrian/ Vigilante and I am SO proud of this! I would love to know if you think I should do more? Like make this a long running thing, I really do love this guy. Thanks for reading!

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hi could i request something for diluc, xiao, and maybe zhongli with an adhd s/o? if you're not comfy writing that dw tho!! also i wanna say you're my absolute favorite genshin writer, i love how you capture the characters' personalities. i get so excited whenever i see you've posted something kjzhjfhx ily

Lol basing this off my own experiences lmao so if you see some dyslexia related stuff don’t mind it lmaoo </3

I hope these are okay ^^;;

Find my favourite of the three challenge

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Xiao, and Zhongli x reader

Warning(s);

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Telling Diluc that you have ADHD is kind of an experience because he has no idea what it is and you’re horrific with explaining things with big words so the both of you end up giving up and seeing how everything goes.

Though after your bad explanation he starts noticing things that you do that you mention are linked with ADHD, the way you keep losing things about the house just for Diluc to find them on top of the kitchen counter not 5 minutes later.

When your brain cannot physically comprehend the block of text in paperwork you were just given to look at you go to Diluc so he can give you a summary about it then go about whatever is needed on the paper. Diluc tries to avoid giving you large chunks of text to read regarding his business, but alas, sometimes it’s completely unavoidable so he’s more than happy to help in situations like that.

Diluc loves it when you talk about your day and you end up on three different tangents which will never bring you back to the original point. He likes hearing you tell stories about your day, a smile never leaves his face when you do.

If you have something that your hyperfixated on Diluc likes asking questions about it just to see your eyes light up and rant about your current favourite thing.

Diluc also likes to pull strings to maybe get an early copy of your favourite book, or get the sword design you’ve been working on get forged just to see how happy you get.

Xiao

You never actually tell Xiao you have ADHD, more he just notices things that mortals don’t really tend to do. Though it does take a while for him to notice these things thanks to his distinct lack of communication to mortals in general.

So to start with Xiao just presumes that all mortals just have a lack of object permeance. He finds it a little amusing to watch you look about his room at Wangshu to look for the one thing that’s most definitely in his line of sight. Though if you’re looking forever Xiao will give you a hand.

Xiao isn’t much of a talker, he prefers it when you talk to him. So if that means asking you about your interests and such just to get you to ramble about your favourite thing, so be it. He’ll even try to remember some of the things he mentioned just to see the way your eyes light up when he mentions it to you and you explain about it more.

Xiao will never admit it but yes, he does actually get very interested in whatever you’re interested about and may even ask to borrow the media that your interest is from to see it himself. The way you get extra exited when he mentions that is just a bonus to him.

If you ask Xiao to read a big block of text for you he’ll question as to why you need him to read such a thing, you’ll just reply with “It’s hard for me to comprehend big walls of text, it all jumbles up and I get lost on the page”. He doesn’t ask after the first few times, mainly because her forgot the first three or so times.

But, in the end Xiao is more than happy to read the walls of text for you, even if he doesn’t understand the context.

If you have a comfort food Xiao more than understands considering he eats a lot of Tofu when his karmic debt is weighing on his shoulder, and he finds comfort in it normally anyways. Xiao will make sure there’s always at least a portion or two of your favourite food in stock at Wangshu Inn because he knows the feeling of not finding the food he wants when he’s feeling down and overstimulated by everything existing around him.

If you’re easy to overstimulate in social environments Xiao can more than sympathise so if you prefer to eat a picnic in the wilds with him he’s ecstatic to comply. The moment you mention needing to go into town for stuff he always has to end the day off alone just for the fresh air.

Zhongli

The first time you mention having ADHD to Zhongli he nods claiming that it makes some of the things you do make sense. So, thankfully you don’t have to expose him to horrifically worded explanations like Diluc had to endure.

Zhongli has much the opposite of you lack of object permanence. And such Zhongli can easily help you find things you’ve misplaced, be it your keys. Or the fact your pouring yourself a second cup of tea because you simply forgot about the other one you just put down on the side.

Having an ongoing interest in history always works out with great conversations with Zhongli. You might mention something that you remember reading about in a history book and Zhongli is right there to expand your knowledge on the subject. You learn some cool new history facts and Zhongli gets to talk about something he’s incredibly well versed in

While Zhongli can’t entirely sympathise with comfort foods and food fixations he can however supply the foods you like so you are more comfortable. Zhongli tends to read your emotions, so when it comes to making dinner he always knows when you want your comfort food. If the day has already made you upset enough you might just cry at the gesture of Zhongli reading your mind.

Seeing as Zhongli enjoys reading pretty much anything, if you’re dumped with paperwork for whatever reason by the Adventurers Guild Zhongli is more than happy to read through them for you and summarise the papers for you before you sign it. What an angel <33