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muffinsin · 4 months

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Hello muffin tis i, deluded anon with another ask. Tw for ablism i think? I am autistic and get called slurs and mocked for it by my family n friends, such as the r word n whatnot. If theres any issues that cause me stress like putting the cutlery away- they are too loud and hurt my head. Or if my clothes and everything touching me burns n pricks me, being mute on occasions i get told to get a grip n to shut up- then told off later if i was in public. They treat other autistic people differently from me n reassure them that its ok n valid but its not ok for me to be like that. Anyways i dont really do people and am attached to my teddies n plushies- they have feelings. I always take the most care with them n i dont want them to be uncomfortable, they all call me delusional and a not right for loving my plushies (and fictional women)more than them.

So what would happen if the reader were to be autistic and a maid in the castle struggling with some certain tasks and the rest of the maids treating the reader like how ive been treated (if that makes sense. Idk if i’m making sense) so readers kind of like the laughing stock for them, unbeknownst to the sisters until some maid rips a teddy or comfort item.

How would the sisters react to this? I dont think theyd like it nor tolerate it due to cassandra being autistic and daniela having adhd.

I’m sorry this is such a long ask and quite frankly too much of a self centred one. I have no idea if this makes sense- i apologies sincerely if this makes you uncomfortable in any way. Please dont feel pressured to write this.

I can 100% see the rendition of lion king being played out with dani 😂 she would without a doubt try n blag her mother into making her sister make up for being mean to her, like forfeiting a maid to her.

Of course! I’m very curious about this ask tbh and hope I’ll do it justice :)

A few things first up under the cut, if anybody wants to skip to the start of the HCs, it’ll be marked for you😊

TW: ableism, bullying

Let’s get into this! :)

Masterlists

Tbh I’m hoping I’ll be able to get this right! I’m not autistic myself and am only going off what I’ve read here and experiences I’ve been told about by friends.

First thing I want to say hon, is that you are absolutely, 100% valid.

Nobody- and this includes you- deserves to be called slurs or treated wrongly for such reasons. There is no justification to it at all. To treat you differently while claiming to be accepting with others is awful, and I sincerely hope you will find people decent and good enough to accept you, friends especially :)

Also- plushie superiority honestly XP What are their names?👀 Have you got a fav? Or is it an I-love-them-all-equally- situation? Honestly, regarding what you’ve said about plushie love not being okay? I call bs on it. I find plushie love is one of the sweetest there is, even when I don’t have that many myself, I greatly treasure the few plushies I still have. Heck yeah XD

Is the autism and ADHD for Cassandra and Daniela canon? Or a HC?👀 I’ve never heard of it

(Lion king drabble mentioned: here)

Aight that’s it from me! This all probably made little sense, because ironically I cannot comfort at all, I suck at it in most cases, but I hope I still got the key points across somehow XD

Let’s get into it!

(Beginning of the ask)

Bela

She adores you, with all her heart

Bela loves you so much, each part of you

She tries her best to make life as comfortable as possible for you

Even if she can’t always relate to your struggles, she always attempts to ease them

The moment you open up about some of the things troubling you, Bela takes action

She takes special care to ensure the new uniforms are made of fabrics you approve and feel comfortable in, and orders them as soon as possible

Until their arrival, Bela has taken it upon herself to declare to everyone that you are not obliged to wear the old ones

Nobody dares to call you out for working in a shirt instead of the uniform, the order comes from Bela, after all, one of the highest of your superiors, right after Alcina

When the new uniforms are delivered, you can’t help but smile. They’re perfect!

Bela has the old ones disposed of, thrown someplace she can’t be bothered to know

Next, there are the tasks appointed to you

While she normally doesn’t get involved all that much in the staff’s business and shares a mutual respect with the grand chambermaid, she does interfere here

She requests that you are not given tasks in the kitchen as to not get overwhelmed by the loud noises

Nor does she wish for you to work anywhere near the basements

Of course, your lover would never allow you anywhere in the basements, even outside of work, even when she is lurking down there

It’s for safety purposes, most of all

Instead, you are usually appointed calmer places, such as the library or even the castle gardens or greenhouse at times

Bela is flustered whenever you remember to bring her a flower from the outside in winter

Aside from all these things, Bela is your shoulder to cry on, and your pillar to lean on

She never fails to reassure you how much she loves you, and how things you consider as flaws are endearing to her

She knows, sometimes you tend to be quiet, if not entirely mute

After a quick check in whether you’re all right, and you reassure her, she smiles widely

Bela treasures such silence, really

She enjoys to spend time with you, and sometimes silence is just what she needs

After all, the castle can be loud already, especially to her

Wrestling her screaming, kicking and bickering younger sisters all day and night often gives her a migraine

She loves simply cuddling in bed or sitting together, reading together or simply relaxing

Bela doesn’t mind your quietness, and she can easily either make conversation by monologing, or bask in it, even go as far as to close her eyes

She finds these moments precious

She knows nearly everything about you- all except one thing

Life among the staff

Bela doesn’t know of the torment you face, not quite

She doesn’t notice your anxiety when they make fun of you, doesn’t know about how uncomfortable you become when they poke you for fun

She doesn’t know an old uniform has been retrieved from the storage and switched with yours specifically merely to amuse the other staff members

You grit your teeth at the wrong fabric on you, the uncomfortable one that feels entirely too heavy and scratchy

No matter how much you search for the new uniform, it’s hidden far away beyond your grasp

Only when all your duties are done can your change out of it and back into your normal clothing, just in time for Bela to finish work and greet you with a warm smile

You don’t dare tell her, too worried what the other maids will do

After all, Bela can’t dispose of them all

Then there’s the noises…

How often you are brought to the edge of feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed when maids laugh and mock you, forks and knives in their hands as they slap them together

Like sticks hitting a drum, maybe

You are not oblivious to their laughter as you bury your head in your brown teddy bear and fluffy, blue arm sized blanket

Soon, you are indirectly appointed to the kitchens

Not by the grand chambermaid, nor by Bela

You feel uncomfortable at the hands grabbing you by the arms and leading you there

Their reasoning? If you don’t clean up, maidens will be hurt, and it will be your fault

Aside from this, with more hurt maidens and their panic increasing, so will the stress your girlfriend will have to face over trying to manage the castle

They know of your love for Bela, and often use it to have you do things you dislike

Such as picking up all the silverware from the wet sink, drying it in a towel of a texture you dislike, and putting them in the drawers

Their laughter and mockery rings out behind you while you’re made to finish their work

Still, as torturous as all of this is, their newest stunt is incomparable to it

As you find yourself hugging your stuffed bear yet again and cry into its fur at the loud laughter around you, you suddenly feel it tugged from you

Naturally, you try to hold on

Slurs are thrown at you. Mockery

You hear a particular loud cry, a maid calling you a baby, just before you’re suddenly sent back on the bed

You’re holding your teddy- as is the maid tugging it

Tears well up in your eyes as you hold its body, your eyes scanning the unattached leg now dropped to the floor

You feel someone snap their fingers right next to your ear and jump

More laughter

The women around you laugh and mock as you sink to the floor, your teddy and blanket held tight to you as you attempt to grasp the leg

It’s kicked in the corner of the room, and more laughter rings out when you crawl after it quickly

More harsh name calling, until eventually you grasp it

Unsurprisingly, you can’t just push it back on

You aren’t sure how much time passes until your girlfriend finds you

You aren’t even sure when you wandered off to Bela’s room. It’s as if your feet just automatically carried you to your safe place

She immediately swarms to you, her hands hovering by your arms

With a nod of your head, reassuring her it’s okay, she touches you

She immediately feels the change of fabric of your uniform. She knows, this isn’t the right one

Still, golden eyes set on the damaged teddy bear in your hands

Again, she waits for your permission before she pulls you on her lap, knowing you’re so distraught now

She grasps your hands and dries your tears, and gently holds the leg one one hand, the remaining teddy in her other

“He’s broken”, you sob, and Bela is quick to assure you

“Damaged, my dove, not broken”

She promises, she can fix your friend

And true to her word, she does

Urging you to change, she allows you to search her closet for anything that suits you

You watch with wide, hopeful eyes as she takes a sewing kid from one of her many shelves

Thankfully, your beautiful girlfriend enjoys branching out and learning so many new skills…

You watch with wonder as she adds stuffing back into the leg, and even allows you to pick a color to stitch it back together in

Dressed comfortably in her larger clothing and holding onto her pillows and your blue blanket, you watch as slowly, but surely, your friend’s leg is reattached

“He’s on bed rest now, you know”, she teases, hoping to bring a smile to your face

Bela portrays this picture of calmness for you, but rest assured, the moment she knows you’re completely calm and happy again, she will personally see to it that such actions are punished

She demands to know what has been going on with the staff, and offers you your own room, should you not want to move into hers

Bela smiles in self satisfaction as she hand picks the new recruits for cadou experiments, hunts, and, of course, Cassandra’s birthday presents ;)

Cassandra

She cares a lot about you, and is incredibly protective of you

Cassandra tries her best to make you comfortable

She knows, her fast, often dangerous and hectic movements can intimidate or scare away most. She doesn’t want that to happen with you

While Cassandra isn’t the best at listening, she takes in all you say whenever you are made uncomfortable by something

Such as the clanging of her weapons when she carelessly drops them all on a big pile

Her heart breaks a little when you cover your ears at the loud noise caused by metal hitting metal

Was she a dog, her ears would droop down

Instead, she immediately apologizes and tries to still the rocking blades

She makes sure not to clank them against one another again, instead is careful to place them down one by one

She grins widely whenever this earns her a kiss and a smile of yours

Her efforts are certainly not dismissed and ignored!

Then, there’s of course your like and dislike towards certain sensations

She can’t help but giggle when you fall into her bed the first time you touch it

She has all the perfect fabrics!

Cassandra is very picky as it comes to them, too

Her dress is tight, but soft

It doesn’t scratch along her skin and isn’t too soft to make her feel droopy. It’s just perfect to her

Her bed equals this

Soft, satin sheets she likes, and a few large pillows. Not too much, just enough for her to sleep comfortably

You love wearing her clothing. It’s perfect and doesn’t irritate your skin

In return, Cassandra doesn’t mind lending it to you, even if you don’t quite fit into it

All her clothing is custom made, such as Alcina’s dresses and the typical black dresses all three sisters like to wear

The crafter? None other than the famous other Lady of the village

Cassandra makes it a point to ask Donna for clothing made in your size. In return, she is ready to send across a few of the castle’s finest cooking ingredients

It’s working out well, and often she likes to surprise you with a new clothing item of your choice, made of a fabric of your choice

Cassandra doesn’t care for fabrics, merely the feel of them

She allows you to take charge whenever it comes to picking the right ones out

In the beginning, you worry Cassandra will mind your occasional silence

You’re all too happy to notice: she doesn’t

Cassandra talks often, but isn’t quite one for conversation

She likes monologuing, knowing you’re listening to her as she rants about her hunts and her sisters

She doesn’t take your silence as disrespect, though at times randomly reminds herself to check in whether you’d like her to keep talking or stay silent as well for some peace and quiet

She likes to bask in such silence sometimes, to have her head on your lap and play with a few of her flies while you stroke her soft hair

Another thing she’s surprised you by is regarding your stuffed animals

While she hasn’t quite got the connection to them you have, she respects it

Though, she will not allow all of them in her bed. She wants that space all to herself

Still, she is mindful to keep a corner of the bed empty for your stuffed animals, and only growls playfully when you shower them in love, subtly reminding you to place a kiss to her forehead, too

She can’t help but be a little clingy sometimes, after all

Cassandra doesn’t fault you for preferring plushies to humans. She isn’t exactly a fan of them either and rather sees them as nuisances or means to an end, after all

All except you. You’re her precious little human

And Cassandra wants to keep you safe at all times

Yet, there are things even she cannot seem to keep you safe from

Such as the staff members

You know, Cassandra doesn’t get involved with the maiden’s affairs unless to drag one to the basement

She is therefore unaware of the pokes and laughter that follow you sometimes

The slurs whispered your way… you know Cassandra would have their heads for it, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to tell her

And they know it all too well

Your heart hurts when they talk to you, and in time, you know the only reason for this are dares

Dares, from one maid to another, to talk to you

Entertainment, as they chat and mock you subtly, trying to see how long it takes you to notice

You try to brush it off. To not let it bother you

Cassandra surely wouldn’t let it bother her! She seems so powerful…

Their words regarding this sting. How she could be with someone like you

When you’re allowing them to walk all over you

Some freak, as they say

Their words haunt you hours later even, when your shifts end and you’re cuddled up against Cassandra as she monologues about this and that while showing you her newest dagger

Then, there’s the little stuffed turtle you like to keep in your pocket

It helps you stay calm sometimes, even with the uniform being scratchy and uncomfortable

Often they laugh as they snatch your turtle from you, instead throw her through the air, right above your outstretched hands as you attempt to catch your precious friend

All other stuffed animals are kept safe in Cassandra’s room. All but this one

No one would dare venture into her territory merely to taunt you

No maid is this foolish

You gasp when the turtle is thrown yet again, high in the air in the main hall, right above your hands even as you jump to reach it

Your eyes widen when your precious stuffed animal lands right in the fireplace

Thankfully, not a lit one. It’s summer, thankfully, and the castle is warm enough as it is

But it’s hot, and dirty, and smears black dust and ashes all over the green fur

“Freak”, they taunt as they pass you, crying and attempting to wipe the dirt off

Cassandra finds you easily, having heard your fast heartbeat indicating your panic attack even from the basement

You can merely look up at her as she kneels down, her gloves easily pulled down by her teeth as she holds the little turtle

She’s very careful no blood is smeared on it or you, and opts for staying a little distant upon realising she’s covered in it nearly from head to toe

You don’t seem to mind, you can only look at the turtle, impossibly small in Cassandra’s large hands as strong fingers rub over the dirt gently

A stain remains, and you smile watery. A battle wound, maybe?

The thought comforts you only slightly

You suppose, a scar, a battle wound, wouldn’t be the worst thing…Cassandra has them, after all, scars littering her backside from challenging fights

She won, in the end

Upon demanding what happened, and hearing your tale, Cassandra sees red

She wipes the back of her hand against her lips to clean her bloodied lips, then presses a small kiss to your forehead before she swarms off

In the days to come, plenty examples are maid

Maidens are set free only to be dragged back screaming and badly hurt, begging for forgiveness as they are killed in front of the others

Others are immediately dragged to the basement

And the remaining two that have started it all, are devoured alive in front of the rest of the staff, Cassandra’s warning screamed from their lips

Never, never, will she allow someone to mistreat you again

She keeps a close eye on you, and often opts for having a few flies buzzing around you when you aren’t with her

Daniela

Daniela is a hyper little thing, full of energy and love that she wants to shower you in

She’s very clingy with you, but also incredibly perceptive

More so than her other two sisters, even

She picks up on your slight grimace when it’s dinner time and the rattling of silverware irritates your ears

Without having to tell her, Daniela is more delicate in her movements with her fork and knife- she was the main source of this noise after all, smacking them together because she is generally too energetic to sit still

Instead, she merely swarms around excitedly and annoys her sisters until the food is served

She also notices- you don’t like every clothing item she has to offer

Some just- don’t take your pick, and at first she is a little hurt

She doesn’t understand why, and worries you might think she has horrible taste

Or perhaps don’t want to wear a gift of hers altogether

Daniela tends to overthink fast, and quickly becomes a little hesitant to shower you in gifts when you don’t seem too happy with the two dresses she’s brought you

While she is all for comfort, Daniela doesn’t mind scratchiness of her gowns

Being put in so many of them for balls and events hosted by Alcina, she has learned to ignore the urge to scratch and the annoying itch caused by scratchy sleeves

Overall, she still loves gowns, and isn’t bothered by differences in textures

When you explain to her that you feel differently about this, it’s a little difficult for her to understand

However, Daniela cares about you, and if you tell her this fabric is bad fabric, she’ll tear it to pieces for you, as though you’re her fair maiden and she is the knight protecting you from the fierce dragon!

She often makes slashing noises as she does though, a little too invested in her fantasies

You don’t mind

You think her creativity and fantasy endearing, even

Daniela is curious, though. Often she will randomly swarm to you to ask whether something is good or bad, just out of curiosity, and maybe because she’s turned it into a game

She wants to see if she is getting better at telling what is good and what isn’t, so her surprises and gifts for you are ones you can actually enjoy

She brings you fabrics of gowns and shirts, food and drinks, and even once a very grumpy Bela to question whether her sister feels bad too

She claims she does, with a large, shit eating grin on her face, and you smile as her laughter is heard through the halls when she is chased down for such behaviour, likely made to sit and listen to another lecture of the blonde should she be caught

You find, you look forward to hearing Daniela complain about it

While Daniela can be very loud and hyper at times, and often enough you join in, she doesn’t mind times you’re quiet either

She had no trouble at all leading a conversation, either monologuing or talking for so long and so fast, there’s no way for anybody else to join in anyway

Often, when she notices you’re in a quieter mood, she’ll take control of the conversation until the other person leaves

In return, she only expects a smile, and a kiss to her face

Yet, as much as Daniela dotes on you and coddles you, there are others who are not as sweet

Others, who do not make you feel as welcome

Others, who dare make you feel as though you aren’t normal. Not “right”

The maidens at Castle Dimitrescu can be ruthless, sometimes, especially to outsiders

Being Daniela’s partner has made you an outsider

And having autism has made you their target

They thread carefully at first, knowing you are not only under Daniela’s protection, but by this also under Bela and Cassandra’s

Should they hurt you, it hurts Daniela, after all. Alas, you have three murderous fly women on your side

However…what they don’t know…

It starts off with a group of four who take, seemingly, immense pleasure in taunting you

Their hatred comes from being small minded, and jealous, yet knowing this does nothing to help you

They don’t understand- how come you get to wear a different uniform than them?!

How come you never have to clean up the table and wash the dishes and silverware?

How come you get to work in quiet, reserved locations and get to take so many breaks, while they are to work near the entrance to the dungeons, the screams of their fellow fallen maids taunting them

How come they fear for their life, and you never need to?

You are a target by far too soon

You often find yourself crying and hiding at your bed as they laugh and bicker about, silently wishing Daniela opts for a random visit and slays them all

She doesn’t, and won’t. She isn’t allowed into the maid quarters

Their shrill laughter and loud voices hurt your ears, and as you find yourself clutching one of the stuffed animals not tucked away in Daniela’s room- a grey, knit bear- they laugh even more

Soon, you are titled as a baby and inhuman for your affection towards the stuffed animal

You feel fear shoot through you whenever you don’t find him sitting at your pillow

Often, they wave the teddy in front of you, snickering and commanding this and that

They’re playing God, and for moments you feel as though they are the predators of this castle

With the wish to receive your stuffed animal again, you clean their beds and bring their plates, silverware and cups to the kitchens after supper

Usually, you receive your bear again

Not yet this time, it seems

“Go and get it, if you dare” they snicker as they throw it down the stairs to the basement

You gulp. You know, you aren’t supposed to go down there

No maid is, but especially you

Even Daniela has forbidden you from stepping in the cellars

You shudder at the memory of her truthful description upon being asked what lies down there. Monsters with swords and sickles, mold and blood, pain and the reek of the dead, corpses and torture chambers

But…your bear

You venture down as they snicker, and jump when the door clasps shut behind you

As tears sprint to your eyes, you hear a lock. No going back now, either way

You gulp at the loud whimpers and cries, and the distant screams and groans of the undead

It’s dark, and you can barely make a thing out

You jump when you hear a loud gasp from one of the cells and a hand reaches through the bars, as though to reach you

Immediately, you keep on running

More hands shoot out, some grazing your arm and dirtying your uniform, others mere inches away from your skin

You nearly trip a few times, the floor stony and littered with buckets, thrown over tables and chairs, dull knives and what not

It’s so dark, so that you can barely make out your own hands and the ones reaching for you

You shriek as a body bag drops in front of you, immediately taking off to run another direction

Again, you scream, when you run into something

A monster?! It’s so dark you-

“Uh-“

You blink at Cassandra’s voice, and upon opening your eyes, you find golden ones staring down at you

She seems almost unsure. You aren’t supposed to be in the basements, and were you anybody else, she would have already dug her sickle into you and called you a foolish prey for running right to her

But…you’re Daniela’s

You jump at a second gasp, and whine when another pair of golden eyes sets on you

Thankfully, these do not belong to Bela Dimitrescu. You recognize the light green colour shining through gold in them

Daniela!

She gasps when you run into her, quickly adjusting her hand so you don’t run right into the scalpel you can’t see in the dark

Immediately, her shock is covered by concern when she smells the fear surrounding you

She demands to know what you’re doing her, even if she feels flustered upon thinking you might have missed her and wanted to see her bad enough to venture into the cellars

Upon opening up about the bear, you feel her grasp your hand tightly

She promises, she’s going to find it with you

You nod shakily as Cassandra grins, having just received a reason to go upstairs and cause some more trouble along the maidens

With a lit torch held tightly in Daniela’s hand, it’s by far easier to navigate the dim basement

You realise the hands reaching out were maids, now backed far in the corner of their cells to avoid Daniela’s gaze

But the redhead doesn’t mind them. She is focused on finding your bear

And find him she does, after a while of searching

You nearly whimper when she holds it up between two fingers, the fabric soaked in blood and dirt and a rat having already started to eat away at its side

She hugs you tightly as she explains, it must be disposed of

It’s a major health risk by now, having been exposed to the mold of the basement and who knows what else

You spend the next couple of days entirely in her bed, cuddled up under the covers and crying your heart out between your other stuffed animals

At last, Daniela enters, a nervous smile on her face

You notice her hand behind her back, and lift your head curiously

“So, I know it’s not the same, but I told Bela what happened and asked her to fix it…”, she trails off

You can’t help but smile and cry as she pulls her hand to the front, a bear, knit nearly perfectly and in the exact same colour as yours, sitting in her palm

“She’s actually really good at this stuff. I made her make me an octopus. I named her Sally”

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #deluded anon

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helioshellion · 4 months

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i just want to say. i really love your art so much .your art style is the kind of art style that id have to work really hard to divert from how i normally draw to achieve, and to think that the way u draw is just your natural way of drawing amazes me so much. the figures you draw have so much form to them. theyre not smooth they look like theres fat clinging to their muscles and skin over thatfat. i want to say that they are unattractive like they dont look polished and clean they look like regular people but that quality is what makes your art attractive to me so its a bit paradoxical.

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so thank you so much for the art you post it actively makes my day better everytime i see it. i hope you never stop drawing and creating because your art is some of the best ive ever seen and everyone is better off for having it in the world. and i hope things improive for you and stay good for ever. and um . oh fuck i cant attatch images. i draw a haruka of yours i thought u might like to see :) sorry for mucho texto i gots carried away

this was hard to think of an answer to. But i wanted to say thank you, genuinely thank you. This was extremely sweet and really uplifting to read. It was easy for me to sink into a really bad funk due to so much in my life going wrong, that I just stopped working on any of my projects. I'm trying to encourage myself back into creating what I used to really enjoy doing, and I think im slowly getting back to that. Messages like this help a lot. I never thought I'd be considered one of a kind, and that positive feedback is almost hard to accept right now, but I'm gonna try. You're an extremely kind person and I really needed a message like this, so thank you. And if you have any pictures you'd like to show me, I guess you can reblog this and attach it there. Thank you in advance for any art you've drawn of my concepts. it means a lot. Genuinely, it means so much.

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shakingparadigm · 2 months

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WOW. I JUST. I JUST REALLY LOVE YOUR ANALYSIS AND THEORIES DON'T EVER STOP PLEASE. I LOVE THE STRUCTURE OF YOUR EXPLANATIONS.

In the chaos of the wait,there is someone to accompany me through a journey of madness with Alien Stage. Haha.

*insert meme of cat with wine*

I wonder what does Till think about Ivan.Now that Mizi is missing,and he seems to have completely lost himself and a reason to pursue forward,I couldn't help but ask myself: "Does he feel like he's condemned to die because of his guilt towards Ivan too? Does he feel like this or l'm just overthinking?" What if there's a retrospective we don't know about in which Till thinks Ivan didn't escape because of HIM and,now that Mizi isn't there,he's not torn about lvan anymore and what to do if he ever had to compete against him? Was he going to be conflicted in the first place? Like: "I have nothing,l lost my last hope. I may just die now rather than make my friend being killed. Is this the right thing? Why it had to be this way from the beginning,suffering because of the aliens? What am I? Why do I have to remember those things? What am I doing this for? I just wanted to survive and love Mizi"

Like we all know,thanks to the community posts,we see him have a certain dynamic with Ivan,in which they interact joking or bickering,and this strengthens a type of attachment he cannot deny. So,in the ROUND CURE we'll see Till (or Ivan) remember their past and we'll get to know more about their story with the progression of the actual one. (Ivan indeed didn't escape to stay with him,but Till doesn't know about lvan feelings,he may have been supposing all this time that he didn't made it or he just followed him back for some strange reason) I'm uncertain if they remember about seeing each other in the laboratories,through all the trauma...

l just hope that Till and Ivan don't succumb. What if lvan encourages Till to fight again unlike Luka with Mizi. What will Ivan do to try to protect Till?

Sometimes I suspect Vivinos like to play with us. Not just our feelings. WE ARE HERE JUST TO SUFFER.

THE HEARTBEATS IN THE TEASER MAKE ME FEEL SO NERVOUS HELP.

I just know that Till looks so broken and... he may have had a breakdown at this point. He has dark circles under his eyes and it's clear he has not been sleeping. I wonder if the aliens drugged him or something. For the lenght of the hair: how much time has passed?! At least a month?

One more thing I noticed,is that Till doesn't seem to have that sort of IV tube they used to sedate him like on stage in ROUND 2.

And in Hyuna's song,around the end,a security guard writes something in the sand. I don't think they'll be discovered for this but I'm really nervous.

Anyway,l really enjoy my time on your beautiful page! 🫂 Oh,please! Don't think you write stupid things,because your ideas and perspective are interesting and well put. I really like how you express yourself!

Have a nice day!! (and sorry for any mistake)

AH?!!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! tears in my eyes...

Yes!!! I shall accompany you through the madness. In fact I carry the madness in myself as well. If my yelling and flood of posts are anything to go by.

ALSO. WOW. That's genuinely so heartbreaking. Till having guilt isn't talked about often but it's very plausible that he'll be feeling it tenfold during this round. It's his fault, after all, that they're still here. Now that Mizi, the whole reason he stayed, is gone too, what was all of it for? He doomed himself and Ivan for nothing. You're right. He seems hopeless. I can definitely feel Till in those words, and it's so sad to think about how his thoughts could devolve to that point. He seemed so determined, so bright and dynamic at the beginning during ROUND 2. Now he seems so empty. Ivan and Till are definitely much closer than the both of them let on, there's no way they were just "fine". I think Till does hold fondness for Ivan, maybe even a little aware of his feelings (I don't think he knows what extent though, not sure he knows that Ivan's world literally revolves around him). What I'm sure of is that Till isn't as indifferent to Ivan as he might seem. Ivan is incredibly important to him too, and he has to come to terms with all of the guilt and feelings that were previously buried under his love and fixation for Mizi.

Oh... If Ivan spent most of ROUND 6 encouraging Till to fight I would be HEARTBROKEN. I remember one of the most common theories in the beginning was that Ivan would refuse to fight so that Till could win, and maybe Till would try and convince Ivan to fight. It's really interesting to see that the opposite might be true instead! And yes, VIVINOS LOVES to play with our feelings! It's their specialty.

Haha, Till's always had horrible eyebags! He apparently only gets less than 5 hours of sleep per day, and he's an incredibly light sleeper. Despite his eyebags though, Till always possessed such a large amount of energy. He had a lot of fight in him. You're right though, now he just seems exhausted. He's definitely been spiralling down into some very dooming thoughts. I wonder how much time has passed too...

An IV tube? I believe that's just his leash (just to make sure he's constantly restrained), but wow, thinking of it as an IV tube has some very horrifying implications. If they tried to sedate him, it definitely didn't work well HAHAH (RIP Freddie).

I thought the security guard writing in the sand was just a fun little visual gag, but if it's actually used to track down Mizi and Hyuna, oh shit. Improved security, after all. This isn't gonna be easy for them.

Thank you so much for enjoying my blog!! It means a lot to me, seriously. I might cry receiving all these nice notes and messages. Don't worry about any mistakes, by the way! You're quite a well-put writer yourself! :) Thank you for expressing yourself to me as well! I appreciate sharing all these ideas and hearing about new ones! I hope you have a great day too! ^^

#alnst #alien stage #alien stage round 6 #asks

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ive been following you for years now (since around when promare came out) and this whole time ive just assumed that mollymauk was the main character of critrole but i was talking to a sibling and they were like yeah hes only in 20eps. that cannot be true. i fully was like yeah mollymauks the main character they drive the plot right right?????

HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY ASKSLG---wait, let me explain--

In the year 2018, I started watching the Campaign 2 livestream from when the very first episode aired. I watched live right up until episode 25--26, the one where they lose Molly? That was the first episode I couldn't watch during the stream, and have never been able to bring myself to watch it since.

So 26 episodes doesn't sound like a whole lot. But each one is usually between four to four and a half hours long--there are even some that go up to six hours, and the longest one clocks in at just a little over seven hours. So you're talking about each episode being like four hours--and they were once a week every week. So by the time episode 26 rolled around, I had been getting super invested in this character over the course of several months. I just now checked a list of the runtime for episodes 1-26, so--if my math is right?? and that's a big if lmao--we're talking about a character that has over 100 and a half hours of screentime in the beginning, which is wild--

So yeah, in the grand scheme of things, it for sure doesn't seem like much. But given the nature of CR, it was definitely more than enough time for me to get attached--though honestly, Taliesin had me hooked on this tiefling from the very first episode, I didn't stand a chance. His whole personality and the little glimpses we got of his backstory just meant so much to me, and I adored that he was bi and genderfluid. He's the kind of character that really draws you into the world; I was so excited to see how he'd change over the course of the story, how his heartfelt relationships with all the other characters would unfold--

Molly's character arc isn't abandoned after 26 episodes either. In fact, he comes back as the final villain of the campaign over 100 episodes later. When the tiefling we know makes his reappearance as the major antagonist Lucien, the whole final arc of the campaign revolves around him and his past with the Mighty Nein. Very much a case of someone haunting the narrative. There's just something I love about how Molly is the one that first brings them all together, and then the entire finale of the campaign ended up leading right back to him and how much he meant to his family.

And then the arc ends with the party finally getting the chance to perform a ritual to resurrect him!! It was a very long wait, but the culmination of everything to do with Molly in the penultimate episode was definitely worth it. There's also all the secondary source materials that add to his character. He's got a prequel comic like the rest of the party. And he's the only one of all the Campaign 2 characters that gets a whole novel of "his" backstory, mainly focused on his life as Lucien. You can even buy a copy of Molly's tarot deck, which is such a fun piece of added lore and depth.

Anyway, I am so sorry I gave you the wrong idea about Molly asjslfjdfhf but he is absolutely the main character in my heart 💜 So much of his character is about how every little moment matters. And even if you don't get to have someone in your life for very long, that time you spent with them will always mean something. Acts of love and kindness are never a waste, even if it doesn't last. He's a character who was loved so much it made him whole, gave him a second chance he thought he'd never get. His story is very melancholy and tragic, but it's also just so bittersweet and cathartic and heartfelt. He is,, my blorbo--

#you: molly is the main character #me sobbing: correct :'))))#in my heart he definitely is 💜#asdkslfh thank you for this it made me laugh :)

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monsterfloofs · 2 years

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Cirrus (Concubus) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

Part IV

(Well! Here we are! This has been a big journey for me oh my gosh! I don't think I have ever wrote some this long! The story is almost 9,000 words, I am so proud of myself! There is more angst in this section! There's a lot that needs to be explained here, and I hope I did it justice! TW for light mentions of trauma, some issues with bodily dissassociation and displaying trauma responces and anxiety! But it does resolve sweetly at the end! And things are looking up to healing and a better future. ^-^ )9

Part I ○♡○ Part II ○♡○ Part III

You sat at home, Serina curled up on the back of the couch while you ate a simple dinner.

Thinking back to all the things Vivian had chatted with you at the coffee shop. Trying to make a plan to stick to when you face the demon. You rehearsed what you wanted to say to Cirrus, all night and all next morning. The speeches you wanted to say, the daring things you hoped you would be able to convey. You walked to the library early, your mind worrying at the outcome and wanted to approach them before you found yourself backing away from the idea.

You ran into Cirrus into the hallway of the basement level, right outside their workshop. The demon stiffens as they notice you.

"Can I talk with you?"

Cirrus tries to walk around you, but you shift to block their path, holding up a hand.

"P-please?"

Your eyes meet theirs, keeping your gaze steady, Cirrus looks away and gestures towards their workroom silently.

You rest your hands on your knees sitting in a chair Cirrus provided you. Amongst the books and paper of their work. The silence was awkward and filled up every crevice of the room with a suffocating tightness.

"You knew. . . I liked you." You began, "Why. . . didn't you say something?" It wasn’t what you had expected yourself to say. It wasn’t one of the many options you had pep talked yourself on. Revved up on Vivian’s fiestyness, you had felt that you should be bold, tell Cirrus that they had treated you wrongly. Ask for an explanation of why they had acted the way they did.

Cirrus leans against one of their many work tables, their forehead crinkling.

". . .I owe you an apology first and foremost.”

Cirrus gives a slow sigh, taking off their glasses and folding them neatly before setting them beside the table. Your head bobs up in surprise.

“When you arrived at the bar I was. . . flummoxed. You turned up suddenly, and I was not prepared to see you there. I had all intent to attempt to avoid you while you were visiting, then Vivian appeared I panicked. It felt as if the image I had been carefully curating for years, broke into a thousand bloody shards. I never wanted you to see me in such a place, and if it wasn’t for. . . what I am, I would never choose to step foot inside.”

“I am sorry, I am not following. What do you mean?”

“I do not particularly enjoy what I am.” They respond quietly. “It comes with a lot of strings attached. Especially in the subject of trusting others with such an intimate part of myself. Despite how frustrating Vivian and the others are, I envy them. I really do. They are brave enough to wear their hearts on their sleeves. To experience love and loss and be their true selves.” Cirrus crosses their arms, tipping their head to the side and closing their eyes.

“I can’t follow in their footsteps. . . I have tried. I have tried to be physically open with strangers and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I can’t bring myself to do such acts, even if I’m starving.” Their mouth twists into a rueful smile. “It’s. . . shameful. A creature that needs sexual energy to survive. . . and yet. Yet it turns my stomach sour. I become nauseous and anxiety ridden just thinking about it. I don’t know anything about them. So how could I even think to lower my guard around someone I don’t even know. So that is why I work at that bar. Because if I did not work there, I do not think I would be able to carry on as long as I have.”

You were hanging onto their every word, focused on the demon. You watched Cirrus’ slender shoulders shift as they sigh.

“And then you came along. Cheerfully stubborn, a walking disaster on two legs.” They give a short huff of laughter. “Whatever the world throws at you, you bounce back. You dust yourself off and laugh.” The faint smile that had been playing upon their lips falters and disappears. “I like you too. I do. But it’s selfish of me to want, and yearn, so I did my best to keep you at arm's length. What else could I do? I rarely want to face the truth of who I am when I am alone. Thinking about sharing this, this ailment? This divergence of thinking, that has me battling against the very nature of my design? It would be sending you down into my own struggles and problems if I let you get closer. And I know you. You would try to shoulder my pain, and that is something I would regret with every ounce of my being.”

You take a deep breath, nudging the toe of your shoe against the carpeted floor. “I don’t think that’s an ailment. . . to me it sounds like well being different. Having a different mind, a different comfort zone, and there’s nothing wrong with that. . . Wanting to know you can trust a person, before you let yourself fall? That’s something that I can relate to a lot. But I don’t think I could ever fathom the pain you’ve had to deal with by the added weight and uncomfortableness that you had to fight through to just be yourself.” You take another shaky breath and nod.

“It is so hard, especially when you feel like your body and mind is going in two different directions. You think something is wrong with you, like you’re a sicko or, you start to hate yourself and—“ You cut yourself off as you find Cirrus watching you.

“D-did I s-say too much?”

“N. . . no. . .” Cirrus’ voice a faint whisper. “I would appreciate it if you told me more.”

You blink, taken aback before giving a nervous smile. “A-ah. . . w-well. . .“ You’re shoulders shrug. "Well, knowing what I know right now about myself— My brain doesn’t formulate intimate attraction easily, I have to. . . y’know. Like you said, know somebody for a while. Before I started to read about other peoples experiences with different sexualities and stuff. . . I used to kind of hate myself for that. I couldn’t really feel attraction towards people, but yet I would still get these intrusive feelings, or thoughts, and I did really feel like there was something really wrong with me.“

You notice Cirrus’ hands clenched tightly on the table, knuckles turning pale.

“B-but it’s not! And you’re not! When I started to research and poke around, there’s a whole range of sexualities where you experience different levels of attraction or libido and they work individually and differently for everyone. I th-think it’s a wonderful thing! Now I can say hey! I have these traits and I may feel this, but I have to have xyz thing, before I feel comfortable with having a partner. There’s nothing wrong with that, I promise.”

The words that had spilled out of you had run dry, catching a glimpse of Cirrus’ head down, their long white bangs hiding their face from view. But tremors raced up and down their form.

“Like you’re broken?” Their voice stuttered with a tight and throaty tone, “Like your very being was at odds with itself?”

The back of your neck tingled as goosebumps raced over your arms and you nodded slowly. “Y-yeah. . . It d-does feel like that. . .” You stared at them with a growing concern.

Cirrus put a hand over their forehead, forcing out a bitter laugh.

“Wonderful. Just wonderful. Now I understand. How could I have been so blind?”

“I-“

“That's why I took this form!” The body jerks upright, hands shook as they gestured to themselves emphatically. “I wanted to be as non-descript as possible! I didn’t want to be seen! I didn’t wanted to be someone people judged just by appearance! Knowing what I am and making assumptions! I just wanted to be seen as me! Alone! And yet I can’t survive by starving myself indefinitely!” They snarled, grabbing a fistful of their white hair and pushing it back out of their face. They grit their teeth, as tears slip down their cheek.

You sit rooted in your chair, your heart beating a fast tempo in your throat.

“I need. A moment.” Cirrus' voice shook as they pushed themselves off the countertop. “I need some time to myself.”

“W-would you like um. . . m-me to make you some tea?”

They stood with their hands pressed to their face, breathing deeply to calm their nerves. They shakily intertwine their fingers, forehead resting against the knuckles. “. . . th-that would be nice a-actually.”

You scurry out the door without a sound of affirmation leaving your lips, hopping up the stairs two at a time before reaching a library desk.

“C-can I use the break room to make some tea? I think the Grimoire Conservator is having an anxiety attack!”

The goblin at the service desk looks up, freezing at their desk before hurriedly setting down their paperwork.

“Thank you—“ You huff as you hurry after them.

You stand at the threshold of the door, cup in hand hesitating if you should go back inside or give them more time to themselves.

Great job dummy, you were trying to comfort them and try to understand where they were coming from. . . not give them a panic attack.

You take your free hand, wafting it back and forth to dissipate the dark thoughts that want to crowd your mind. You take in a counted breath before your knuckles rap gently upon the door.

You step back as the door opens, “You don’t have to knock.”

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to come in yet or not. . .” You look Cirrus up and down, “Do you. . . want to talk about it?”

They look weary, “Not right now. . . I. . . don’t think I can stomach much more of that kind of discussion right now.”

You hold your arms open wide. “. . . Would you like a hug. . . ?”

Cirrus watches you, a short lived smile twitching across their face. “Perhaps after we set the tea down.”

You look at your hand before handing you the cup. “Ahah- s—“

You blink as they take the cup and wrap their arms around you. You stay like that in the hallway. And the world is quiet. You tilt your head, your arms tightening around them as you feel teardrops patter onto your shoulder.

There’s frost upon the windows as you step outside, the prisms look like little rainbow diamonds scattered across the living room.

"It's about a couple weeks now since me and Cirrus had that heart to heart," You say to Serina as you check your pockets to make sure you have your essentials before heading out the door. She's basking on top of a heating vent, the tip of her tail swishing in a slow casual curl.

"But, I really feel like Cirrus is a lot happier now than they were before." You continue on despite the cat's silence, "I am really happy for them. Some days are harder than others to be sure, but overall. . . they really seem like they are beginning to embrace their differences."

Serina stares at you, and you laugh, "I'll be careful, I promise! I'm. . . really, really excited actually. We're going out to see a movie. Does this count as our first date? I don't know! But wish me luck, okay?"

Rina's ears go back, closing her eyes to softly meow at you. You beam, blinking slowly at her before opening the door to your house and stepping outside.

"Heya!" You shoot your hand up and wave at the entity standing at your side walk. Cirrus was wearing a simple black pea coat, and holding another coat under their arm.

“You forgot your coat, at my house.” You beam as you hopped down the stairs to reach Cirrus, “Do you think it’s really that cold?”

They huff softly as they bundle you into it, “No. But you can’t be too careful.”

“Oh! By the way! I think Serina really likes you! I noticed she was curled up in your lap the whole time you were visiting!”

“That’s nice dear,” Cirrus responded, “She was telling me she would find a way to disembowel me with a spoon, even if she doesn’t have opposable thumbs.”

Your face falls, pulling back the beanie that Cirrus had snugged down over your ears.

“Oh. . . Rina. . .”

“She was however purring the whole time, so I do feel as if I have received conflicted messages."

You throw your head back and groan dramatically as Cirrus gives an amused smile.

“That darn cat! I told her not to threaten you! Gee whiz! I am going to have a talk with her when I get home."

“She loves you dearly,” Cirrus remarks calmly. “I think it is safe to say she is very protective of you.”

You pause tumbling those words over in your head. You feign a skeptical grin. “That’s only because you haven’t known her as long as I have. "She threatened to eat my nose once,"

Cirrus cocks an eyebrow. ". . . only once?"

You snicker with laughter and give them a playful shove. "So where are you taking me? Are we going to neon light central?

Cirrus snorts openly at your coined term and the mention of the concubus bar. "Certainly not. Vivan would be breathing down our necks as soon as we walked in. That woman is feral."

"She's not that bad!"

Cirrus looked doubtful, "She typically says hello to me. . . by putting me in a headlock. There is nothing sane about that."

"Speaking of the bar. . . are you sure about putting in your resignation? I know that place stresses the heck out of you but. . ."

"I've already done it."

Your eyes widen, "A-already?!"

Cirrus nods, their tone matter-of-fact, "Yes. Before I came to your house. I am not worried about it, in any case."

Cirrus turns to you, gently cupping your chin in their hand, and giving you a kiss on the forehead. You freeze in place as they pull back, the faintest of playful smiles on their lips.

"Yes. . . I do believe I will be just fine without working there."

You feel your face burn, ears puffing out a short plume of steam. Then you hear laughter, a burst of happy and lighthearted laughter, as Cirrus squeezes your shoulder.

You've never heard Cirrus laugh before, and you hope you can make them laugh at least one hundred times over before the day is done.

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yuukei-yikes · 11 months

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ive been thinking abt ayaki and shintaro post str lately. like i know realistically ayaki would dissapear since in theory the wish she was created from was fulfilled but i just think her staying creates an interesting idea on shintaro's problem with isolation and tendency to retreat into his own head. bc ayaki literally lives in his head. like ayaki and shintaro are the only two people in the whole world who will ever understand the things theyve seen at a truly deep level. so who else could shintaro go to when he gets flashbacks of previous routes. also the guilt he would probably feel for feeling more attached to the ayano in his head then the one actually there. a literal reflection of his actual feelings towards ayano i think. i kind of lost my train of thought uhm shrugs. i should probably write a google doc abt this

UGH UGH UGH.... THE BIT ABT SHINTARO FEELING MORE ATTACHED TO THE AYANO IN HIS HEAD INSTEAD OF THE ONE ACTUALLY HERE BEING THE SAME AS HOW HE LOVES THE AYANO HE MADE UP IN HIS MIND MORE THAN THE REAL ONE.... THATS SO FUCKING COOL AND REAL AND AWESOME..... YESSSSS shinyaki gets me so badly like. ough. they have been together for so long. i imagine yaki trying so hard to fight her humanity and even be cold to shintaro like!! ACT LIKE THE SNAKE EYE POWER SHE IS. and she does for the most part but Shintaro.... he is so difficult. he keeps being reborn and she keeps watching him grow up til activating her and remembering her again, and every single time shintaro's like Im so sorry for forgetting you again. and ayaki's like. AUGH. STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT. sorry they drive me a little crazy.

yeah i know ayaki would disappear but i dont like thatttt i think❤️❤️❤️ she should stay❤️❤️❤️ i think its a miserable existence and rly speaks abt ayano's character that she just stays there forever. i think there's something very cool abt an ayano tateyama who gets a happy ending in a mortal life at the cost of an suffering ayano who is alone for eternity, who sacrificed everything to be exactly where she is, watching another version of herself be happy. i dont think ayaki jumped into it knowing she'd find peace one day. i think once she is a snake she Is A Snake. Ur ass isnt dying. like she has a damn soul??

sorry the bit abt souls in kagepro drives me crazy. we dont know it with any other snakes other than awakening/konoha and haruka(and saeru but we dont talk abt it). the ending of mca is MESSY messy. personally i dont know if i Really understand it, I've always explained it to myself like konoha/awakening GETS ITS OWN wish bc despite being just a snake, it became its own person, and its wish is to have hiyori live which is how saeru "dies" bc it has to resign to be a surrogate life for hiyori right?? its never explained Why konoha gets a wish but that's it to me. awakening and retaining being opposites bc one is a snake that became a person and the other a person who became a snake.

anyways coming back to the soul thing, it's rly all in haruka and konoha's situation bc konoha becomes its own person, "gains a soul" lets say, and that very soul puts it in conditions of making a wish. haruka was the only one in the daze who wasn't PHYSICALLY there, and his wish never finished getting there bc awakening was like My body now. <- like this is so interesting there's a lot of potential to konoha being even more interesting, maybe being a snake that's always wanted its own body or something. i KNOW its bc haruka's personality wasn't strong for it but that's an ass explanation and it always has been😘

anywyas so haruka coming back by the end to me is explained thru his wish being Actually listened to and konoha retreating back to its original role though it is still a person. i think it becomes a case of reverse, from str onwards it is konoha watching through haruka instead of the other way around. this is kinda the logic behind why ive always loved the konoha reborn hc... with the whole soul thing. like konoha finally cutting ties with being a snake and not being awakening anymore, just konoha!!

god i got super sidetracked. basically ayaki is also a snake with a soul. yes she would disappear by all this logic, once shintaro's wish (and her own) is fulfilled. HOWEVER. i dont want to❤️ however if she DID. there is a HUGE prompt in here about shintaro dealing with the disappearance of ayaki. she has been with him for so long and he remembers it all bc just cuz retaining is away it doesnt mean he just unsees all the routes, yknow? just cant see them again but theyre still in his memory. so he remembers how he's been with her for so many lives and now she's just gone... and there's this other real ayano here. who isn't really another ayano she is the same person. he knows she is but she's still another. augh. augh augh augh. anyways no i dont like to think abt ayaki disappearing She needs to give the mekakushi dan a tour when they all jump in shintaro's brain to look at his memories western cartoon style

#ask tag #headcanons #kagexplain #? idk.#shintaro kisaragi #ayano tateyama #konoha

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thatonegaybastard · 1 year

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thoughsts on edens gardens characters except I think weird sorry if I missed some

Damon

deadass???

I like him I think having more if an antagonistic character as the protagonist is really fun I love that idea sm im excited to see where the story goes sm

I dont think hell die but if he does ill be really fucking mad

the blushing sprite is really cute

Eva

girl idek shes really interesting I wobder if shell be support to damon I think shed make a good support for damon

very good vibes!! I like the whole crow or rvane motif btw I noticed she has more red on her and damon has more green and theyre complismrntary colors sooooo

Jett

I love him sosososo much scooby doo.motherfuckinggggg guy. he has the laugh that ny sibling makes all the time to abnoy me the first time hebdid it I was like "oh my god" still love him tho. he is like art(uro). to me. they should meet

if he dies i think ill be depressed for a few hours and in pain throughout the entire trial unless he gets like executed where ill just sit there like 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨. and then be in pain. like in chapter one if danganronpa lapse

Toshiko

good vibes good energy

face reveal when?!?!?!

if she dies im going to expode and die in a car crash bit the car crash is me exploding and doesnt involve cars

Grace

of course her name is grace

love the colors!! and the visor!!!!!!

when I saw her talent I was like "art(uro)"?!?!?!??! but no.shes the opposite of art(uro). they should meet

Desmond

he seems chill I like him if he asked me if he could borrow five dollars I wou'm let him have five dollars. I would like to go to the beach with him and get icecream after ithink I eould like to be his friend if he was real. I am probably too chaotic for him.tbh

Wenona

im sorry everytime I see her I think "elon musk" im doing her dirty shes so mich better then elon musk

honestly dont hav emuch of an opinion on her tbh... shes there. nice that she feeds people

Diana

so true diana. I have a crush on her. but also thats a massive fucking red flag because everytime ive had a crush on a fanganronpa character theyve turned out fucking ballistic soooooooooooooooo yikes!!!!!!!!!!!

im ngl she is kind of boring. maybe a little bit. idk I cant think of much to say about her

Kai

go girl give us nothing!!! ignore this I just feel like this is something hed say. or grace would say

im ngl he is kinda annoying slightly I found myself getting a bit bothered by him.

love the fit btw I wishi could rock and outfit like that

pwople would be like "you look just like a kpop star" to him

anyways pathetic little meow meow no wonder hes a butterfly

Mark

um if he dies im going to commit homixide 😀😀😀😀😀😀

"call the fire bigrade grace" so true bestie pop off

I fucking love his hat I wonder why people call him nayhem... jett probavly gave him that nickname adorable

I think um him and jett are a bit gay for eachother slightly

Cassidy

I cannot take her seeiously with thsoe goofy ahh sprites everytime she does the fucking sprite thats like "waaaaaugh!!!!!!" I cant help but copy it like "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!!!!!!!!!" like "WOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHG YEEEPERS CREEPERS"

that one fucking sprite wherre shes kike "hhhhhhhhhhjhhiyhhhhjdjdjdjdj"

shes not my favorite but she gets bonus points because black widow spider and in the second grade I made black widow spiders my personality for a few days so attachment to them

communist mr beast

Jean

no fucking clue what ti say here. why is he always in fornt of thst tree of ignorance huh.

I like hiw everyone has real aninals and then jean is just DRAGON

Ingrid

I do not trust her!!! I think she has serial killer vibes!!!!!!! She seems way too optimistic about all this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suspicious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she is going to.kill one or more motherfuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ulysses

I thiught he was gonna be a douche tbh but hinestly im SOOOOSOSOSOOS GLAD HE ISNT I love him.I know ulysses came first but I cant help but be reminded of pascal as in my oc pascal everyytime I look at him. pathetic man

Wolfgang

I posted this then immediately realized I fucking forgot wolfgang difbdjshdvdvdgdhdgd so now im editing my post nobody had to know

um I like thats hes kinda the more protagy role! I think hes really sus thiugh because WOLFgang and hus animals a dheep also he had like the hope speech thing ig. idfk hes

Eloise

I FORGOT ELOISE FUUUUUUUUUUCK

I like her!!!! shes very sweet I love her I want her out of there get her outta here she deserves to be safe and happy

#rambling #should I put this in the main tag? yeah why not #project eden's garden

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azumasoroshi · 1 year

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watched the first two episodes of oshi no ko a while back (REALLY FUCKING GOOD, ive been a manga reader for a while but i stopped reading the recent chapters and basically forgot everything except for the major points and god it’s so satisfying to have the adaptation remind me of what i’ve forgotten in the most beautiful way possible)

but this post isnt about onk, it’s about izaya!! izaya orihara!! lets fucking goooooooooo izaya idol au!!!! i cant get this flea out of my BRAIN

i was about to open a new canvas to draw some more shizaya stuff for my animatic that im never gonna finish and i was like huh. maybe i should draw onk fanart. and then i remembered this art of venti genshin impact with ai’s eyes and i remembered thinking man i hope this becomes an artist trend for people to do with their art blorbos! and then i was like OH. guess i could contribute to the trend by drawing izaya with ai’s eyes

and then i started thinking and i was like huh. Ai’s never experienced love from her parents, doesn’t think she knows how to love or how to express it, doesn’t get attached to others easily, is a perpetual liar, became an idol because she hoped she would learn how to love - oh hey doesnt. that. sound like izaya. just a little bit. not exactly, her character goes into more learning how to love/that she can love while izaya’s character is i can love but only impersonally because i’m afraid of getting hurt and his arc would be learning to let his walls down for his own good

SO for izaya idol au, izaya would become an idol because he wants to experience love, or something along the lines of “there’s no greater demonstration of parasocial love and foolish decision making than in the idol industry! ahaha~” and probably “idols are perfect liars and i need to put myself into their shoes so i can become an even better liar and close myself off to any possibility of falling in love that could ever exist”

there’s a lot of reasons he might want to become an idol, really. there’s so much corruption and behind-the-scenes dealing and lies and facades and shit in the entertainment industry that i think izaya would eat for breakfast. he would LOVE witnessing that shit and making his own shady deals and stuff and occasionally ruining lives and watching people rise and fall down the rankings and tear each other down. plus the people who are in it for passion rather than money are fascinating as well. psychology student’s dream really- i mean what this is definitely about izaya and not me projecting

plus he definitely has the looks for it (narita would hard agree given how many times he’s indirectly called izaya attractive through other characters. we love a canonically hot king)

now i need to make everything shizaya because i’m not okay but i have no idea who shizuo would be lmao

like you could make him some up and coming manager (no age difference stuff here sorry lmao) or a fellow idol (doubtful. shizuo can act cute but i dont think he could dance) or an actor like akane/kana or a streamer??? like memcho (my favorite character)

a mangaka/screenplay writer/writer in general could also work but i feel like you’d have less reason to interact with idols that way

idk how japanese idol groups work for men in particular or if there’s even like a market for that :sob: id have to look into that if i actually started making stuff for this au

alternatively izaya crossdresses as a female idol and somehow no one realizes. except for shizuo. that would be hilarious actually. he refuses to do swimsuit modeling or other provocative stuff and his fans are like “oh?? the brazen kanra-chan is unexpectedly shy?? how cute” and he plays into it but inwardly he’s like. god i know exactly how im gonna go out with a bang when i retire. and shizuo watches him playing at being shy on tv knowing that that motherfucker is planning to strip on his last days as an idol

anyway this is just me spitballing ideas but ill definitely write at least a concept/intro fanfic of this at some point so stay tuned lmAo im just about to run out of writing juices on ABAON so i gotta transfer my energy somewhere else and where better than the idol!izaya au

#shizaya #idolzaya #ill be using that tag for whatever idol au stuff i come up with #i drafted this like. five days after the onk anime came out #this has been drafted for way longer than i wanted it to be #this was also sorta inspired by the idol!kim dokja au fic that’s really popular #i think the male idol industry is way stronger in korea than japan thiugh #that said i dont interact with idols at all personally lmAOO so i have no idea #i will do research later i promise #and read more of more more jump!’s stories for inspiration PFF #i wonder if izaya’s group should be a bunch of drrr girls or like. mostly irrelevant side characters #or if he should just go solo which again. i need to research how hard that would be #i feel like he might want to blend in a bit inside a group #would be fun to observe the jealousy and drama and group dynamics up close too #because if they get jealous of HIM at any point he might just laugh until he dies #i have more ideas but i should save those for the fanfic….#anyway #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #durarara #im excited for this one bro oshi no ko is one of my favorite series ever #but like. not for the romance just because i really like learning about the entertainment industry LMAOO #i dont ship aqua with anyone tbh #can he just be besties with everyone pls #i loved his and kana’s relationship in the beginning where they’re like two good actors in a room full of mids #that was a fun dynamic but it just went downhill for me personally #oh well i can talk about this in my author’s notes pff

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ftm-megamind · 9 months

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So youre super cool and like im just a small little blog with not much newsies content that ive created yet. I reblog and like stuff but yeah. Im really nervous to talk to people here or on the newsies discord cuz what if they think what i have to say is dumb/doesnt addd anything to the newsies community. Sime of the blogs here are big and know alot of people so im not sure how much they want a random small human excitedly blathering at them about newsies and various topics. Also groups have not been my friend in the past. Im better at one on one interaction. I tend to get attached to people super fast if theyre even mildly nice to me.

I have talked to maura( and a few others) whos super nice but i often feel surprised because how have i convinced people to like me and when is it gonna end

i find it challenging to discern tone and worry whether sending too many asks annoys people and theyre just being too polite to say so. I wanna make friends, but im not sure how to go about it. I have bad social anxiety and overthink things alot. So yeah um do you have any suggestions?

Sorry my explanation got kinda long.😬

don't worry about the length nothing to be sorry about!!

gonna be honest, i only joined this fandom in like.. january maybe? so im also all fresh here, and i was super nervous about posting art or thoughts here too (i psyched myself up for so long before commenting on somebody's post lol), but the thing is, the fansies are just very nice people open to what others have to say!! i see so many ideas and thoughts posted here on tumblr every single day and that's part of the charm you know? everyone has something to add!

im 100% sure people won't mind you interacting with them, in fact, from what i can see a lot of folks like receiving asks (both from anons and from non-anons) and speaking personally it's just really fun to get requests or questions about thoughts and. yeah!!

at the end of the day i know how bad social anxiety can get and all your fears are valid of course, but really, just try to publish something, be it fanart or a text post, and im sure with time it'll get easier to do that. and in no time im sure you'll also find folks who will love your content & interacting with you :-)

#hope this was at least a lil helpful??#tldr; fansies are rlly nice and will welcome you with open arms

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hyunjining · 1 year

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Hello, I dont usually speak on much but as someone whos also been here for an absurdly long time I too understand how you feel haha and just wanted to give a friendly metaphorical pat on the back because it really does fuck me up too sometimes. I guess ive been wanting to talk to Someone about any part of larry for a long time but for me I guess I dont feel much most of the time because im just waiting :/ I really do believe at some point we will get answers and see whether louis and harry do get to be publicly together (or broken up) but either way its knowing that at some point I will be proven Right that keeps me mainly unbothered by the crap we see day to day. Not to say that I dont get the initial "what the actual fuck are his team doing/ who decided this/ why is this happening for the 100th time" when a new stunt or absurdity comes along - this probably applies to the documentary aswell like I know ill groan and feel terrible for half a minute if Babygate is included but I guess I managed to at some point not let it get to me as like a personal problem? I guess and not feel emotionally attached, and I hope that you too could not have it plague you so much, I wish you the best haha and hope that at some point you would be able to continue to enjoy larry even during absurd times.

Sorry if this is like a rant you dont have to post this I guess I just felt bad seeing your post and would throw in some tiny speck of hope haha but yeah its funny cause I dont think ive ever really doubted the idea that I know they were together - obviously we dont know whether its the same now but since I havent really been proven otherwise whos to say im wrong if I were to believe they managed to have a beautiful long term relationship up until now lol but yeah thats all I got for now since I dont want to make it any longer but yeah im sorry you feel that way and I hope you manage to feel even the slightest bit better about this whole ridiculous circus we all managed to be drafted into hahaha

hey, thanks for your message 💕

i’ve definitely learned to detach myself from a lot of things over the years but idk lately it feels like something has changed and i don’t fully understand it? and i’m ok with acknowledging that there are things i’ll never know and that it’s not my life. i’ve always preached that on here. but some of the more recent stunt stuff/public image decisions really don’t make any sense to me in terms of pleasing fans or marketing to a wider audience or protecting their closets. like it all just seems completely nonsensical and unnecessary and it’s not fun to sit by and watch. i’m not gonna act like i’m being forced to be here, that’s totally on me. but idk i’m just sad that this is where we are now.

there is absolutely nothing in this world that could ever convince me that h&l aren’t gay or that they’ve never been together or that louis is a dad but i hate watching their images rapidly devolve for a reason i can’t begin to fathom. i’ve always been able to be dramatic for a minute and then laugh and move on but the feeling of dread has been more and more frequent and i feel like i’m doing myself a disservice by continuing to act like stuff isn’t affecting me. i don’t really know what to do right now, because i’m not happy but i love h&l so much and they’ve been a huge part of my life for so many years and i don’t know how to let that go. i feel like the doc is going to be a decider for me, but then again i have a louis concert in june lmao so who knows man.

anyway that was massively dramatic fkfjfk but thank you for the metaphorical pat on the back and for giving me a reason to vent some more lol

#ask

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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Can I please request an I was made for lovin’ you :)

i hope this is enough to work with!! im a capricorn sun and a ravenclaw and my pronouns are she/they!! im bisexual with a woman/feminine presenting pref and im half puerto rican half white!! im 5'0" and i have pale skin with freckles. I have shoulder length, wavy dark brown hair with an undercut and dark brown eyes. i also really want to deck out my ears with piercings one day.!!! i can play clarinet and am trying to play the ukulele. I like cooking, but i also really like food in general, im down for almost anything as long as i can eat it ( i have celiac disease) I have an obsession with lizzo ( along with bad bunny, steflon don, and ajr) i love writing it’s my favorite thing ever!! ive got notebooks upon notebooks of writing. ive played soccer since i was 4 but I also enjoy martial arts a lot. in my free time i normally draw, read, workout, or attempt to ride a skateboard!! i also have one dog whose name is bear!! I can literally never not be anxious, its like its built into my system lmao. im fairly laid back, but i get really tense around people i don't known well. im also known to have a resting bitch face, so a lot of people think im scarier or tougher than i actually am. I really enjoy laughing at stuff, and i like to think that im pretty funny. Im also smart, but i always have to work a little but harder to understand stuff, specifically in math, which makes me a little frustrated. i have pretty bad insecurities about my body, but most of the time i pretend they don't exist lmao. i do really enjoy fashion, and i could spend hours trying on clothes. im empathetic, and i tend to mold to whoever im talking to at the moment. there are few people i can be myself around.. i try not to get to attached to people i might date, but deep down inside i am the worst hopeless romantic the world has ever seen. sorry if this is too long and tysm!! <33

If you could ship me with someone from either avatar the Last Airbender, twilight, percy jackson, marvel, or Harry Potter that would be great!

Congrats on 150 followers, u deserve it! <3

Ello Ello!! Ty for requesting! The more information the better of an idea of you to ship you with so it's completely fine :))

I ship you with Hermione Granger! I could see you definitely part of the golden trio. And as like the civil mind of the chaotic group. It may have took some coaxing but they got you to warm up to them. Yours and Moine's relationship would be a slow start. Maybe sometime around year 3 or 4 at Hogwarts did you finally start eyeing each other. With little glances to each other throughout the day. wich then sprouted into one on one time without the boys. Starting with little study dates and branching out to meeting each other in the mornings and evenings. She's very observant and could sense the obvious connection to one another but would wait until you felt ready enough to act on it. But at the same time put a slight pressure on you with it. Just brushing her hand against yours or even holding it at times. As well as complimenting your outfits whenever you weren't in your school robes. And showing she's paid attention to your interests. Asking if she can see some of your writing, giving affirmations on how well your grades are doin and and offeringl help if you needed it, and attempting to bring your nerves down when you get a little too anxious. When you do become official, her and you find comfort in each other. Wether it be ranting or expressing your insecurities. She's always there for you. Making sure youre alright and seeing if your taking care of yourself. Hermione was glad you fell for her. Even if you drifted away at first, she's so so great full you came back to her.

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AND TY TY

#150 followers #hermione x reader #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger

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kideternity · 1 year

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character asks: worlds greatest?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANYWAYS

Plastic man-

Sexuality Headcanon: he likes women men and anything else so long as it’s legal and safe and he doesn’t care imo to necessarily label it

Gender Headcanon: trans man with a funny little sprinkling of bugs bunny gender nonconformity as well

A ship I have with said character: Zauriel/Eel 💖💖💖💖💖💖 also John Henry/Eel 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

A BROTP I have with said character: Same as above ^ bc i prioritise their canon friendship moments a lot but also I love thinking about the hilarious dynamics Eel had with Helena, and his relationships with Bruce, The Terrifics, other JLers like Kyle and his solo characters like Paco, Morgan and Edwina are just fun as well

A NOTP I have with said character: there’s soooooo many plastic man ships i hate more then anything but sorry im forever a b@tpl@s and W00zypl@s hater I will never see the appeal

A random headcanon: HMMMMMMMMMMMMM I think around most people Eel puts on that super goofy hero look or like some other form of exaggerated look but when its people he is actually attached to and close with and it’s like private settings he'll unintentionally or not look more relaxed and like how his old self used to look

General Opinion over said character: One of my oldest favourite heroes 💖 One day i promise Ill read all his comics at least his DC ones Ive already read a good chunk. I think Every other plastic man fan probably hates me or would if they knew my takes but that’s okay because I trust myself best about him anyways

Steel (John Henry)-

Sexuality Headcanon: GAY MAN!!! HE LOVES MEN. HE KISSES MEN. HE DOES ON DATE WITH MEN. AMEN.

Gender Headcanon: Transgender man because only the realest hunks are

A ship I have with said character: Zauriel/Eel/John Henry also just Eel/John henry in general. I am also endeared towards Clark/John Henry.

A BROTP I have with said character: GUY AND JOHN HENRY!!!!!! Also again always John henry's relationship with other superfam members like Kara and Lois and such. With Helena and that one spy guy from his solo and Natasha and other JLers im forgetting…… OH i liked how he interacted with that one hero from bloodlines a lot too!!!

A NOTP I have with said character: uhm i guess any straight ship with John like Lana/John…. Sorry

A random headcanon: I think he probably organises like friendly football games with other heroes who he's on close terms with just as like a fun bonding activity usually also along with food like barbecue picnic style but then it like always gets super out of hand and a villain probably crashes it but he still does it every year anyways

General Opinion over said character: I LOVE HIM MORE THEN ANYTHING MY FAVOURITE GUY SUPERHERO FROM DC……… of all time ever maybe?!?!?!?!?!?! I am very very very scared for his upcoming solo but I really really really hope it’s good because he deserves it……… such an important and overlooked superman character

Zauriel-

Sexuality Headcanon: Gay as like an umbrella term. Probably specifically nblm but the only thing Zauriel knows is they’re a dude liker and it took them joining the jla to find this out. Also extremely asexual

Gender Headcanon: Nonbinary/Agender. Gender of shrug emoji. Gender of feeling both attached to human ideas of masculinity and femininity and then not at all. Most of all gender of being hot

A ship I have with said character: Zauriel/Eel once more 💖💖💖💖💖 as well as John henry/Zauriel

A BROTP I have with said character: I think Zauriel's friendship with most of the JLers is really cute but i especially love their relationship with 90s Aquaman its so fucking funny. In my head also Zauriel had a sprawling in depth growth arc of gaining the shadowpact's trust and becoming their bestie forever especially Rory's. I also think it'd be fun if Zauriel befriended more bird based heroes

A NOTP I have with said character: whoever the hell during the 2000s was shipping Zauriel with like supergirl…..

A random headcanon: I might have said this before but I do think Zauriel is extremely extremely into collecting especially objects with some form of importance whether that be cultural, personal, etc, and i do think after a while with JL help they'd probably get an official degree in archivist science w/e. Anyways Zauriel librarian or like museum curator arc is what im saying

General Opinion over said character: MY BESTEST FRIEND FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Genuinely the only only only good Angel character DC has and easily one of the best debut heroes of the 90s I really really wish Zauriel took off more and that they kept along their og characterisation more where Zauriel was like a bitch and implied hated god and Heaven and just wanted to be a superhero “mega Christian Zauriel” makes me want to cry. Either way. I love them so much sm

Huntress (Helena Bertinelli)-

Sexuality Headcanon: LESBIAN. LESBIAN NOWWWWWWWWW. NO MORE HELENA DATING MEN

Gender Headcanon: trans woman because I'd simply like her to be

A ship I have with said character: Renee/Helena and Dinah/Helena and Karen/Helena are the main ones coming to me

A BROTP I have with said character: Her with the birds of prey obviously……. Also her with the JL and such…… I think she should be allowed also to have more friendships with the Justice league international especially i want to see her hanging out with Guy and Tora and Bea and so on!!!!! Idk if they've ever met before but i also think that Via Dinah Helena should meet and hang out with Zatanna so they can be #bad bitches together. Same with Vixen actually

A NOTP I have with said character: ANY STRAIGHT HELENA SHIP!!!! I hate you V1c/H3l3na I hate you D1ck/Her etc etc etc etc etc

A random headcanon: I MISS WHEN HELENA WAS A SCHOOL TEACHER so I think Helena probably helped open up a lot of school schemes for her students if she hasn’t already in canon!!! Things like clubs especially a book club and school trips and so on. I imagine she'd probably really want for them to be able to see School as a safe or reliable environment if other things in their lives aren’t going well that she can’t just get involved with easily as a vigilante

General Opinion over said character: MY FAVOURITE WOMAN OF ALL TIME…. I LOVE THAT SHES MEAN I LOVE THAT SHES FILLED WITH REVENGE I LOVE THAT SHES MESSY AND CAN BE EASILY PISSED OFF AND YET SHE TRIES SO SO SO SO HARD ANYWAYS TO BE SUCH A DAMN GOOD HERO!!!!!!!!!!!! In a server I was literally just talking about her so i am full of helena loving anew

#dinu yells in the void #chek's post #worlds greatest #ask meme #asks answered #steel #huntress #zauriel #plastic man #SORRY AGAIN im latr but ty iggy!!! i do miss my bitches everyday…#i really needto read al their appearances for real

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Milestone || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: a journey through some of the biggest milestones in yours and bucky’s relationship from the day you first met to sharing a home of your own

a/n: in this we’re gonna pretend that bucky didn’t get dusted! also reader has powers similar to those of wanda’s. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

The First Time You Met

Running down the hallway of the airport, you watched as Peter was swept off of his feet and into the air by none other than Falcon, leaving the man you recognized as the Winter Soldier in your midst. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you stopped short, you threw your arms into the air, stopping the man from moving.

Snapping his attention towards you, he furrowed his eyebrows and you could feel him fighting against your magic. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried your hardest to keep him contained but with only so much experience, he broke through it in a minute, coming for you straight after.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself, watching as he strode over to you.

Clasping your hands together before pulling them apart, you created a baton of sorts in just enough time to hold it in front of yourself as Bucky cornered you into a wall. Pushing him back with the beam, you grunted, trying your hardest to keep the magic from dying out.

“You’re not very good at this.” He commented, attempting to pull the magical beam from your hands.

“I’m...” You grunted. “.... new.”

Using all of your force, you shoved him back. Taking the first opportunity you saw, you began shooting blasts of magic at him while he stumbled backwards. Attempting to dodge the blasts, he moved forward, putting his hands in the air.

“Look,” He said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Watching as he stumbled backwards, closer to a ledge, you halted the blasts, tilting your head sideways.

“Lucky me.”

As soon as the words fell from your mouth, you used the rest of your force, swinging your arms backwards and then pushing forward to shove him through the railing and over the edge, his eyes wide as he fell backwards. When he fell, he took the Falcon with him.

Glancing up above, you saw Peter, shooting a web to hold the two men to the ground. Feeling the energy in your palms, you floated down to the floor they were held to, standing above them.

“Look guys, I would love to keep this up but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mr. Stark, so I’m really sorry-” You watched as the drone took Peter’s web and pulled him through the window cutting him short, Peter screaming as it did.

Turning back to the men, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.

“Don’t worry about the drone thing,” You said. “I know when to see myself out.”

Turning to make your way towards the exit of the airport, you heard Bucky call from behind you.

“Hey!” He shouted. “Who are you?”

Bucky didn’t know why he was asking. He could barely even remember facts about himself, never mind keep track of every super human person he came across, but there was something nagging in his mind, begging him to learn more.

Glancing over your shoulder, looking at the Winter Soldier one last time, you smirked.

“Y/n.”

And with that you left the airport.

First Touch

The hatch to the ship opening, you stumbled down the steps, gripping Nebula’s arm to keep your balance. As Steve took hold of Tony, Pepper rushing to his side, you looked up to find the familiar face of Rhodey making his way towards you.

“I chose the wrong day to go see who Dr. Strange was.” You chuckled somberly, trying to make light of the situation.

Grabbing your arm to steady you as you slowly walked down the steps, Rhodey shook his head.

“The fight wasn't much better back here.” He said. “At least we had oxygen though. You’re not looking so good, kid.”

Too afraid to have looked at your deteriorating reflection the past three weeks, you knew he was being too kind.

It had been nearly three weeks since Thanos snapped away a half of the universe’s population, leaving you, Tony and Nebula stranded in space. You had run out of fuel weeks ago and had nearly lost hope of ever returning home as the oxygen supply began dwindling until Captain Marvel had found your ship and brought you all safely back to the Avengers Compound.

Despite being back, three weeks in space had left you exhausted, starving and dehydrated- just to name a few.

Biting back the dizziness you felt, you sighed.

“I’m- I’m fine, Rhodes.” You said, beginning to feel lightheaded. “It’s nothing-”

Missing your footing on the step, you tripped, losing your balance from Rhodey, about to hit the ground until you felt an arm wrap around your torso and the cool touch of metal grasp your hand. Looking up, you were met with the familiar face of the man you had fought two years ago at the airport in Germany, his hair cut shorter since the last time you had seen him, but recognizable nonetheless.

“Bucky Barnes?” You asked, standing up straighter with his assistance.

“Y/n.” He replied, shooting you a gentle smile.

Although you had what many would consider super-human abilities with your magic, due to being discovered after the civil war between the Avengers that had effectively split up the group- you weren't used to being recognized. Hearing your name fall from his lips felt somewhat gratifying.

“You remember my name?” You asked in disbelief

“Hard to forget the name of the woman who kicked my ass.” Bucky chuckled, helping you walk towards the doors of the Compound. “Doesn't happen often.”

For the first time in weeks you allowed yourself to smile as you gazed up at the man holding you steady, making sure you didn’t fall. When his blue eyes met yours, you adverted your gaze, turning your attention towards Natasha who wheeled a wheelchair through the doors of the Compound and towards the two of you.

Moving his flesh hand to rest on your lower back, his vibranium one still in yours, he helped you slowly ease into the chair. When you sat back in the chair, resting your feet on the footrests, you looked up at the super soldier and smiled.

“Not looking for a rematch are you?” You asked, slipping your hand out of his and resting it on your abdomen. “‘Cause I think I’m gonna need a raincheck.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he laughed shaking his head.

“No, I think I’m done with fighting.” He said.

Feeling Natasha pulling back on the wheelchair, about to spin your chair around and towards the doors, you threw him one last smile.

“That makes two of us.”

Just when Bucky was about to turn around and walk away as Nat wheeled you through the doors, the chair stopped and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder.

“And Sarge?” You called.

“Yeah?”

“I like the new arm.”

For the first time in decades, Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks as he watched you tiredly speak to Natasha until you left his line of sight.

First Kiss

It had taken you nearly a month to recover from your time in space since returning back to Earth. Although you understood that there wasn’t much to be done since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, you still felt guilty taking up space in the Compound when all you would do was lay in bed, attached to an IV.

The one thing that made your time on bedrest a little more bearable was none other than Bucky Barnes.

Throughout your stay in bed he had consistently visited you. Though at first he was a bit shy, you had proven to be someone he could trust- assuring him that he could never be a bother to you and that you genuinely enjoyed having his company- maybe a bit too much, but you would never tell him that.

Bucky himself was surprised that he had put himself so out there with you after living such a solitary life for nearly the past 80 years, but there was just something about you that drew him to you time and time again. He couldn’t pinpoint it- whether it was your kindness, humor or intelligence- he found both joy and peace in your presence- something he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in.

So, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him that you didn’t want to see him, he had visited you while you got better in bed, taking care of you in the littlest of ways until he watched the dark circles under your eyes fade away and your ability to walk without his assistance return.

Finally feeling somewhat better, you had insisted to bucky that you were ready to train again and no matter how many times he tried to convince you that you weren’t, he could never say no once you squeezed his hand and pouted up at him.

He was regretting not saying no to you as he now stood across from you in the training room.

“Y/n, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” He said, watching you sway in your spot despite your feet being planted to the mat.

“C’mon Barnes,” You taunted, raising your hands. “You scared?”

Just as he was about to open his mouth again, you shot a blast of magic towards him, Bucky dodging it just as it whooshed past his head.

“I wasn’t even ready!” Bucky exclaimed.

Shrugging your shoulders you formed another beam made of magic, holding either ends of it with your hands as Bucky came towards you.

Trying to plant your feet to the ground, feeling another hit of dizziness wash over you, you pushed him back with the beam, but before you could do anything more, his leg swept under yours, making you lose your balance.

Before you fell to the ground, however, the magic in your hands diminished as you gripped your hands into Bucky’s shirt bringing him down with you.

Flipping over before you fell, you landed on top of the super soldier, your hands planted firmly on his chest. With his hands above his head that was inches away from yours, you both stared at each other- you finally noticing just how much you liked the scruff that coated his jawline and him admiring the color of your eyes and how he swore he could lose himself in them if only he had the chance.

Opening your mouth, you felt the thumping of Bucky’s heart against your fingertips that were resting on his chest as he gazed up at you.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You whispered, out of breath despite you barely having trained.

“Yeah, it does that when I see you.”

You could barely believe what you were hearing until you felt Bucky’s hands come up and cup your face, glancing down at your lips before back to your eyes, asking wordlessly for your approval.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you eagerly nodded back at him.

Before you could even process it, you felt Bucky’s lips meeting yours as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands moving from cupping your face to wrapping around your body, pulling you tight against him. All you could remember thinking was that despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft and you could lose yourself in the comfort of having his arms around you all day if he let you.

Pulling away first, a beaming smile spread across Bucky’s face as he rubbed circles against your back.

“If you wanted to kiss me so bad,” He teased. “You could’ve just asked.”

First “I Love You”

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, your legs swinging in the air, you offered the bag of popcorn in your hand to your boyfriend who was sat beside you. Taking his eyes off of the view in front of him, he grabbed a fistful of the salty treat from the bag, popping it in his mouth.

“Did you have stuff like this back in the olden times?” You asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

“What?” He asked despite his mouth being full. “You mean fireworks? How old do you think I am?”

Laughing at how he mocked offense over your question, you sat up straight, pecking his cheek.

“One hundred doesn’t sound much better, babe.”

Rolling his eyes, knowing that you loved him anyway, he brushed off the remaining salt from his fingertips, wrapping his vibranium arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

Just as he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, he jumped in his spot as he heard the loud sound of the first firework shooting up into the air over the water before “popping” and bursting into an array of color.

“Look!” You exclaimed, pointing towards the display. “It’s starting!”

Although he took a quick glance at the firework display, his attention was purely focused on you. He couldn’t help but admire the way the colorful lights reflected on your skin or how you had a hint of an open smile on your face watching as the fireworks burst midair. No show could compare to looking at you.

He couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he admired your beauty- even when you were still in your suit from watching over the parade with him earlier that evening. He was convinced there wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t completely enamored with and you only gave him more reasons to love you every single day.

Before he even realized what he was saying, admiring you in complete bliss and utter awe, the words slipped out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

He thought you wouldn’t be able to hear, the sound of another firework popping ringing in his ear, but when you turned towards him, your eyes wide and mouth agape, he knew you had.

“Did you just say that you love me?” You asked, fireworks continuing to burst behind you.

Not one to lie- especially not to you- he nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

A smile beginning to form on your face, you grabbed the strap on his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, the sound of the finale of the display ringing behind you as the fireworks burst one after another in air, every color imaginable washing over your joined figures sitting on the edge of the rooftop on that cool summer night, almost as if it were taking the feeling shared between the two of you and bringing it to life for the world to see.

First Home

“Okay!” You nodded, pointing to the corner of your living room. “That one can go over there. Thank you so much for your help, Steve.”

“I helped Buck move into his first apartment, Y/n.” Steve said wiping his hands on his pants. “I wouldn’t miss stuff like this for anything.”

Smiling at Steve’s comment, you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand land on your lower back, pulling you closer. Leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arm around him in return, staring up at your boyfriend.

“Yeah and the first time he was about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.” Bucky chuckled. “This is easy for him.”

Watching Natasha set down the last box on top of a pile of the others in the kitchen, you excused yourself from your boyfriend and his best friend, making your way into the other room.

When you had left the two of them’s earshot, Bucky watching as you left, Steve rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You know,” Steve said. “I’m happy for you, Buck. I think this is gonna be good for you.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s comment- despite how cheesy it was- because he knew it was true.

When Bucky’s memory had finally been cleared, a part of him had always feared that even though he had been given a new chance at life, he would never have a normal one. Although he knew “normal” was a strong term for the life you two shared together given that he was a century old super soldier and you had magical abilities- you had given him a chance at a peaceful life full of love and contentment which was all he could ever dream of asking for.

The idea of finding love and having a family was something that he worried was left eighty years in the past, but you proved to him that life didn’t end for him when he fell from that train- if anything it brought him the beginning he had always hoped for.

“Sure you won’t miss me too bad, pal?” Bucky asked.

Taking his hand back from Bucky’s shoulder, Steve laughed shoving his hand in his pockets.

“No, I think I’m used to it by now.” Steve chuckled. “It’s just like you to be able to find a woman with shared life experience even when half the world disappears.”

Shaking his head at his friend’s joke, he shoved him playfully.

“C’mon, ya’know this is different.” Bucky said. “I think this is the last one for me.”

Without missing a beat, Steve smiled.

“I know.”

Hearing the sound of you and Natasha’s footsteps stepping back into the room, Bucky kept his mouth shut, feeling your hand run over his shoulder as you stood beside him.

“Don’t forget about me now that you have your own place, okay Y/n?” Nat said crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry.” You told her. “I’ll come visit every day.”

“Well, not every day-” Bucky interjected.

“No. I meant what I said. Every day, Nat. You’ll wish you never said anything.”

Once the laughter that had erupted in the room settled, Steve and Nat said their goodbyes to you and your boyfriend, you both waving them off as you shut the door behind them. When the door was shut and you and Bucky were left in your new apartment alone together, you rushed over to your bag by the door, pulling a neatly wrapped gift out of it.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked as you handed him the present.

“Just a little housewarming gift.” You smiled.

Gazing at your smiling face, a smile finding its way onto his, he looked down at the present in his hands, carefully tearing the paper off of the gift to reveal a framed photo of the two of you.

A framed photo of the two of you fighting in an airport three years ago on the day you first met.

“So, Tony had put a camera in Peter’s suit back before we went and fought you guys.” You explained. “And I thought it had to be gone since Peter was... you know... but it turned out that Tony still had the footage so I was able to find some from that day at the airport and in it there was this quick little shot of us fighting and I just had to have it, Buck.”

Flipping the frame around at you, he raised his eyebrows.

“A photo of us fighting?”

“Yes!” You told him. “Do you like it?”

Despite the fact that it was a photo of the two of you fighting- a fight that he had gotten his ass kicked in no less- he loved it more than anything else you could have possibly given him because it was the day he met you. It was the day his life changed and he didn’t even know it in the moment.

Although your story was far from “normal” it was your story and that’s what mattered the most to him.

“I love it, doll.” He said, pulling you into his embrace. “This is a crazy story to tell our kids though, huh?”

“All of them are.” You laughed into his chest. “But I wouldn't have it any other way, Buck. I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a photograph of the day your story first began in his hand, he smiled.

“I love you too.”

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Our Night (M)

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pairing: park jimin x female reader

brief description -you and jimin take the night back to a hotel, very intoxicated and very horny.

warnings/contains - daddy kink, ddlg themes, heavy making out, (slight) exhibitionism, groping, dom/sub themes, dom!jimin, sub!reader, shower intimacy, fingering

words - 1.8k

(hi so this is actually a snippet of something ive been in the midst of writing for a LONG time lolol also sorry for the weird spacing i write my stuff on Wattpad and it comes out weird on here 😭)

(if u guys like it ill eventually finish the full thing hehe)

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"Jimin!" You yelped between kisses as he jokingly grabbed your breast. He giggled before eagerly pressing his lips back onto yours. The elevator door opened not too long before your make-out session grew hotter with more grabbing and groping.

"I can't help myself baby, you're just so irresistible."

After a night of dancing, drinking, and flirting with each other, you both decided to end this event on a pleasant note.

It took a few days for the sassy maknae to convince the others to let him go out with you tonight, also including a couple of chores to do as well (courtesy of Jungkook and Namjoon). However, it was worth it, you got to have a night with each other that you'll never forget. You definitely won't forget the way he looked when he first picked you up from your home either.

His black leather jacket and jeans sure as hell made him look like a dime piece, it was as if he was a gourmet meal for eyes.

You stumbled out, still attached to each other, and at least, tried to find your way back to your room. Although you shouldn't be doing something so uncouth in a public place, the both of you really couldn't help yourselves. His lips were plump and soft as if they were meant to be fooling with yours. You loved the way his tongue would intertwine with yours, the sweet taste of his mouth mixing in with yours. While trying to get to your room, you ended up ramming yourselves into a wall, your make-out was just that intense. You both drunkenly laughed about it, still keeping your lips close to resume your heated kissing.

"{name}, put your legs around me." He whispered in your ear, sending sensual chills through your body.

"You're too small Chimmy, you'll probably fall over."

"I don't care if you're small or have the biggest ass on the block, put your legs around me." Despite him being kind of a little guy (in your intoxicated eyes), you were somewhat scared of disobeying him, especially being drunk. Being pinned against the wall, you easily wrapped yourself around him, seeing him grin out of satisfaction. You slithered your arms around his neck and felt his hands grab your cheeks, caressing your thighs from behind. You were surprised he was able to carry you like this, maybe the muscles from his 2013 phase had stayed.

Bringing your lips back into a kiss, he fumbled his hand into his back pocket, making sure he had the room key there. He opened one eye to see where he was going and pulled it out, soon slamming you against a random room door.

He pulled away and panted, "Baby, do you know the room number?"

"321." Jimin looked behind your head and saw that the room number on the door was actually 319, meaning your horny attitudes most likely woke up or scared someone to death.

"Damn it, this isn't it." He stepped away and looked around, soon spotting your room. He carried you over, swiping the card and unlocking the door. You smiled at each other and locked lips once again, messing around with each other's clothing. You noticed the chilliness of the room, receiving an idea from the lack of heat.

"Chim Chim, it's so cold...Why don't we take this to the shower?" You playfully whined at him, getting a kiss from him.

"Anything for you, princess." He whispered in your ear once again, making you sigh from the arousal you were in. He kicked off his shoes and walked in the room a little more, finding a door to what was presumed to be the bathroom and opening it. He flicked the light on and glanced around the place, enjoying the layout, space, and the shower the most. You got down from Jimin and stepped out of your heels, unzipping your tight black dress and leaving the rest for him to take off.

"The rest is for you, daddy." You purred, making him smile devilishly. He took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, attacking you with kisses once again. He snuck his hands on your thighs, slinking them up the dress and becoming surprised.

"No panties for me, eh baby?"

You looked away and glimpsed back at him, putting your hands on the counter before getting involved in yet another heated kiss. While his tongue toyed with yours, he grinded up against you, making you moan softly between his lips. Jimin yanked the sleeves of the dress down your arms, exposing your voluptuous chest. He unbuckled his belt, forcing his jeans down to his feet and stepping out of them, all without breaking the kiss. You unclipped your bra and threw it to some random place in the bathroom, following up with taking off the rest of your dress, revealing your body to Jimin. He licked your lips and smiled under the kiss, soon pulling away and walking into the shower to turn on the water.

"Make it hot, Jimin. I wanna be sweating by the time you're done with me."

"Mm, I think I can do that on my own, baby cakes." You ran your fingers through your hair as Jimin turned on the water, sticking his finger under it until it was the right temperature. He beckoned his finger at you and walked back in, having you soon follow behind him. His hair flattened the moment he came in contact with the water, making him look maybe twice as attractive as he already was. You shut the frosted glass door behind you and attacked Jimin with more kissing, not even close to resisting his beautiful body.

While your lips danced so sensually together and you immersed in the water together, your hands laid on his toned stomach, handling the time and work he's put into his physique. His grip around your hips was tight, holding onto you as if you'd vanish as if he didn't.

All of a sudden, he turned you around so that he was facing your back. His hands travelled all around you, caressing and massaging your soft, wet skin. He took one hand and moved your saturated hair to the side, bringing his soothing lips to your neck and leaving little love-bites on you. You groaningly sighed as you felt his tongue on you. Although his mouth was warm and delectable, the heat of the shower overpowered him and made his tongue feel cold on you. He kept one hand still against your stomach, letting you hold his hand tightly.

"Do you like the way I touch you?" He whispered in your ear, grinding against you and feeling your skin from behind. His hands roamed your body, feeling every inch of your drenched silhouette. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows as his hand came closer to your womanhood, already having sweet arousal pool at your entrance. He brought his small but pleasing, slender fingers to your lips, spreading them and rubbing your sensitive bud. The hot shower and Jimin feeling your body made you feel twice as hot and steamy as you should be, making you a hot and flustered mess.

Jimin grinned as he played with you, enjoying the sexy whines that escaped your lewd lips. He delved his fingers deeper, touching your tangy tasting liquids.

"You're so wet for me baby.."

"It's all because of you, daddy." You followed up with a moan as he pressed his fingers against you, sending surges of pleasure throughout your entire body.

The more he felt you, the more you felt yourself become soaking wet for him. Each time he spoke to you, you could hear the lust dripping from his tongue as much as you could taste it when you kissed him. The way you felt his length brush against you made you want to go insane, considering how badly you wanted it inside you. You wanted to please him with your body, whichever way you could. You wanted to make Jimin feel like his head was in a cloud of ecstasy, to make him feel things no other woman could do for him but for now, it was his turn.

With no warning, he slipped his fingers inside of you, making you bite your lip and rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you already begin to clench around his fingers out of eagerness. As he played with you, he became more and more excited by your sounds; the neediness in your voice gave him chills that seemed to be strong enough to give goosebumps even under steaming, hot water. He continue to press his lips along your neck, I littering it with love kitten licks and bites. Speeding up the pace of his fingers, he pulls away from your neck, whispering in your ear with his slurred, deep voice, "I can't f-fucking wait to be buried in this pussy.".

Just hearing him made your legs buckle down and your eyes almost roll to the back of your head, he was making you feel so euphoric. You couldn't tell if it was because you were drunk or he was just so amazing at pleasuring you but you weren't complaining. Out of nowhere, he curled his fingers upwards, making you cry out with furrowed eyebrows, your hips grinding against his hand.

"Please make me cum, daddy, I want it so badly..." You whine, feeling yourself come closer to a climax. Bringing your hand behind his head to feel him, you turn your head and needily kiss him, moaning nonsense against his lips. Enjoying the sudden boldness you brought upon, as he fucks you with his fingers, he presses his thumb to your clit and applies pressure, his other hand grabbing and squeezing one of your breasts. Slipping your tongue in his mouth, he nibbles it, opening his eyes only to see how easily you've fallen apart in his arms.

"Look at me, little girl. I wanna see how good my baby looks while she cums." He orders, rubbing your clit in a circular motion, knowing you're bound to let go soon.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him as if he had stolen all of the stars in the sky for you. His fingers had you feeling so weak, you could almost barely handle the knot that formed in your stomach, ready to let go and release its feeling of pure bliss.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy like he asks?"

"Y-yes, daddy, fuck- please make me cum!" He smirks at the way you beg for him, bringing his free hand down to your ass, spanking it as he dominates your mouth once more. While finishing up his little game, your walls clench hard around his fingers, your liquids covering them as you reach your climax, cursing and crying out. He slowed his fingers down before feeling how smooth your pussy became, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers, bringing them to his lips.

"You're such a good girl."

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