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qutiesquish · 2 years

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Authors Words: I love this man sm and I tried to do something for him, please don’t judge me I can’t write HCs

Word Count: 1687

Character(s): Xavier Thorpe

Pronouns: none used(masc coded)

Warning(s): both the reader and Xavier fall under the multisexual umbrella, not only is this “friends to rivals to lovers” trope but it’s also an “idiots in love but in denial” trope(yw), not proof read

⚰︎ You and Xavier were once best friends, you mainly got along due to you both being able to manipulate stuff, him drawings and you Shadows

⚰︎ However you both winded up falling for the Wednesday Addams, and you both being best friends quite easily caught onto the others feelings for the alternative girl

⚰︎ Though neither of you physically or verbally fought over her, you both definitely had some kind of mental arguments and created tense atmospheres whenever the two over you were around the other to the point it could be cut with a guillotine

⚰︎ What neither of you seemed to notice however was that you both definitely started to catch feeling for each other after being ditched by Wednesday(for Tyler) on more than one occasion, together

⚰︎ Specifically on Outreach day at Weathervane where you both were (unfortunately) to work together for the whole day and practically get rejected by your shared love interest at the same time

Picking up dirty mugs off one of the boothed tables and wiping it down you had caught the voice of your EX best friend.

Eyeing a glance to see what he was doing you found him in the middle of a conversation with Wednesday. That would simply not slide with you. So taking your wet rag and leaning next to your old friend you join in.

“Oh yeah? You want-“

“Oh hey Wednesday.” You said, quickly cutting Xavier off. “You want a Kaffee or something?”

You caught a glance of Xavier side eyeing you but you just brushed him off and kept smiling. However Xavier decided to add to your comment with his own. Seemingly dragging himself back into the conversation you tried to overtake.

“It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.” He said, to which you nodded in agreement. Sure you didn’t want him to be a part of this conversation but he definitely was right. The best part of this assignment was the free coffee.

“I’m actually here for Tyler.” Wednesday said to which you crossed your arms and scoffed at.

“I told you he was bad news.” Xavier replied verbally.

“Twice, from both of you.” She said flatly. “But who I speak to is my business.” She continued before ringing the bell.

Your face scrunched at the annoying ding but brushed it off as Tyler came out from the back.

“You rang?” Tyler said.

Wednesday looked at you and Xavier as if asking you both to leave them. Both you and the brunette scoffed before you grabbed Xavier��s forearm.

“Come on Xav.” You said as you dragged him away in the other direction.

Xavier pulled his arm out of your grasp and looked at you in disbelief. “Xav?” You couldn’t tell if he was offended, hurt or something else. “Really?”

“What?” You replied, questioning him before you paused, finally processing what you did.

“Whatever. Get back to work, Thorpe.” You turned on your heel and went back to wiping tables, now feeling some kind of pit in your stomach for the rest of the day.

⚰︎ After that things pretty much stayed as they were

⚰︎ You did get pretty jealous when Wednesday asked Xavier to the Rave’N dance, but for some reason you couldn’t exactly tell who you were jealous of and just winded up avoiding anything to do with the Rave’N dance altogether

⚰︎ Only after the Rave’N dance did you find out that Xavier and Wednesday didn’t go together and you felt relief flood throughout you

⚰︎ However after that you did start skipping any and all classes you had with Xavier and Wednesday, because you felt that put in your stomach from your Weathervane assignment all over again

⚰︎ You only ever showed up to class for any possible tests and to pick up class work you missed, other then that you isolated yourself in your dorm and gave the silent treatment to your vampire roommate if they ever tried to ask about what was happening with you

⚰︎ Quite literally, you disappeared into the shadows of your guys dorm room until they stopped questioning you or they left

⚰︎ That continued all the way until Xavier was arrested for supposedly being the monster(that you managed to find out is called a Hyde due to your roommate)

⚰︎ Though due to you knowing Xavier for as long as you have and how you were both practically attached to the hip before the whole Wednesday thing, you knew damn well you would’ve been dragged into the whole thing way before Wednesday even showed up, therefore automatically telling you Xavier was innocent

⚰︎ However you were confident that Xavier was not the Hyde monster, you couldn’t help but feel slightly betrayed due to you anxiety and insecurities eating you up and telling you that you’re only saying he’s innocent cause he’s your best friend

You laid on your back facing the roof, headphones over your beanie blasting music as your head swarmed with thoughts.

Was Xavier really the Hyde?

Was it because of Wednesday? Is that why he didn’t tell you? No, the monster had been around before her and the whole Wednesday crush thing.

Could he have just not trusted you with his secret?

Were you not trustworthy?

You wouldn’t have told on him, he was your best friend. So why wouldn’t he have trusted you?

Were you a bad friend?

⚰︎ After sitting like that for an hour or so you told yourself to “man up” and decided to go and find out if you or your anxieties were right, which was pretty easy for you to sneak out of a Nevermore and into the police station due to you being able to manipulate shadows

⚰︎ You remember the whole night as if it was yesterday

⚰︎ You remember sitting next to his cell and asking him questions that he answered

⚰︎ And him and you both sitting on opposite sides of his cell back to back holding hands as you both cried and apologized to one another

⚰︎ You remember all of it

⚰︎ You also very much remember him pulling your hand through the bars and kissing up your arm as far as he could while saying “sorry” before you had to disappear into the shadows before one of the deputies walked in

⚰︎ You also remember after the whole crackstone thing where you had thanked Wednesday for taking an arrow for Xavier because “he’s an idiot”

⚰︎ And how she immediately went to asking if you and Xavier were a thing

⚰︎ You and Xavier were practically dating after the whole night in the police department and didn’t even realize until then

⚰︎ (That was just something you both laughed about after though, alongside both of your guy’s old crushes on Wednesday)

⚰︎ After you guys came to terms that you both liked one another everything had practically gone back to they way it was before, just you guys being more than friends this time

⚰︎ Though one thing didn’t change however

⚰︎ And that was your guys rivalry

⚰︎ Everything was a competition and or a fight now

⚰︎Examples:

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You, in a whiny voice: “Xav I’m tireddd.”

Xavier, in a mocking voice: “Xav I’m tired.”

➢

Xavier would always answer (basically) all your questions and requests with a “no” before actually answering/fulfilling your request(s).

You: “Hug me.”

Xavier: “clingy much?”

Xavier: *hugs you anyways*

➣

You’ll both wind up fighting over who can eat faster anywhere at anytime. You could be having dinner with both your families and friends and still wind up scarfing down all your food to beat the other.

Xavier: *eating quickly so he can go draw*

You: *eats just as fast so you can listen to music*

Both: *Glaring across the table as you both scarf down food trying to clear your plate before the other*

➢

Xavier: “I can’t believe we fell in love. We literally became the Rivals to Lovers trope irl.”

You, smirking: “Who doesn’t live a good cliche?”

➣

Xavier: “Hey, you want some leftovers?”

You: “What's that?”

Xavier: “You've never had leftovers???”

You: “No, because I'm not a quitter.”

Xavier: “… that’s a fucking lie.”

You: “Fuck off and die.”

Xavier: “Bet.”

You: “Wait no-“

Xavier, Smirking:

You: “I hate you.”

Xavier: “Good.”

➢

You: “I live to spite you.”

Xavier: “Then why are we married?”

You: “To ruin your life, duh.”

➣

Xavier gets up an hour earlier just so he can say he brushed his teeth first.

Now you both go to bed at eight and wake up around 3:40 just to beat the other.

➢

You: “I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you.”

Xavier: “10 times 0 is still 0 though.”

You: “Jokes on you, I can't do math.”

Xavier:

➣

You: “Three words. Say them and I‘ll buy dinner.”

Xavier: “Three words.”

You:

➢

Xavier: “Okay, help me with this drawing… please.”

You: “Got two words for you.”

Xavier: “I bet they won't be helpful.”

You, with a close eyed smile: “Your problem.”

Xavier: “I was right.”

➣

He also does his best to remember dates just so he can pull shit like this:

You: “Can you please be serious for five minutes?”

Xavier: “My record is four, but I think I can do it.”

You: “Why am I dating you?”

Xavier, smiling: “Because you said “I love you” first.”

You:

You: “Did I?”

Xavier:

Xavier: “March 2nd at—“

You: “jeez okay fine just shut up.”

Xavier, smirking:

You: “I hate you.”

Xavier: “Keep telling yourself that.”

➢

He would probably give you his left kidney with absolutely zero questions but won’t give you his phone charger even if his phone is at like 70%

➣

Trivial matters trip both of you up and you both being stubborn, wind up arguing over said matters.

You: “who’s turn is it to do the dishes?”

Xavier:

Xavier:: “ I think it’s yours.”

You: “But I did them yesterday.”

Xavier: “No you most definitely did not.”

You: “Did too!”

Xavier: “Did not!—“

And it continues.

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annabelle-creart · 23 days

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could i have more outlier headcannons/incorrect quotes pls? preferably with more blurr and salvage interactions (but you don't have too)

i'm honestly in love with this au, and as a blurr lover, i love her powers

Oh my Primus, really? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!💖😭💖I love to hear that!

just because my day was boring, I got inspired and you made my day, here you go (I´ll do more shenanigans about them, I promise):

BLURR & SALVAGE: ‘THE SONNE’ on the HIGHER GROUND

CW: dysphoria. Salvage is more worried than should. Also, Salvage struggling with some feelings. already like 4 dead people but not explicit. Velocitron because we need more of it been the typical ultra-gangster-dirty cyberpunk with illegal races and bets. Salvage and Blurr are technically teens, my babies😭Blurr´s voice is masculine because she hasn´t transitioned yet

The sky looks grey “Maybe…”

“No” she replies to her friend with a steady and deep voice, adjusting her pink and purple shoulder plates

The people look strangely upset today “But…”

“It will be okay” again her voice got deeper, now seeing her wheels, if they´re enough quick and loose

“What if I travel and I can´t help you?”

“I´ll figure it out, Spark can help us” Blurr was already ready, just waiting for the bell to ring, looking on the mirror her triangle frame decorated on a neon yellow and orange sphere like the sun

“Blurr…”

“Great Prime! Salvage, stop!” This time Blurr couldn´t control her tune, making it heavier than expected but usual “it´s okay, pal,” she softened her voice box “it´s easy, I´ll win the race, we get the money, we pay Spark for her attention and service, I got all the pieces for my transition, you got a new workshop, and it will be left over of the money for us to, who knows, travel across the galaxy! All paid!” Blurr took Salvage´s shoulders with enthusiasm “I got this! I promise” her optics didn´t have color, they were like entire grey, but still a shiny glint of hope covered them, Salvage took her on his arms for a last hug after the race, when the megaphone started to call:

“RACERS! ON YOUR PLACES, LET´S MAKE SOME SPECTACULE FOR YOUR FANS!” the voice of the megaphone shouted out loud

“See ya on The Pits?”

“Sure, but don´t judge me if I´m not there!” Salvage gave her a worried tune

“No problem pal” she said before leaving almost in a rush, not enough compared to her super speed but quick as always, she named herself Blurr after all, Salvage still struggled for a moment, trying to reach the correct word to tell her before the race started, even if it was on the communicator, he sighed, trying to calm himself, why was he asking if she would be okay if he already knew? And Blurr also knew, but after all, he saw her after the race, in another planet, a lot of times, but still wasn´t sure if she would be completely okay, the worry was like a fungus on his system.

Nonetheless, if she needed him, he had to be there

“Salvage?” he heard from his side, just after getting into Blurr´s stage on the pits

“Who´s the guy?” Spark asked, a minicon, really good at mechanics and also med bot if needed

“No one, Spark, where´s Blurr?”

“There!” Spark saw the bot, getting in the middle of the other racers on her position, she wasn´t the smallest but neither the biggest, some were like trucks and other looked like two-wheeled, nothing she hadn´t see or struggled before

“That frame isn´t too tight?” again the voice on Salvage´s side “Oh, right, that racer looks like come from Caminus”

“Really?” Salvage replied with sarcasm “you finally got out of ideas for jokes or you´re just cold for the weather?”

“C´mon, Salvage, you know Blurr´s too delicate for the big leagues! You don´t really want her to get hurt!”

“She will not! She´s strong and knows what she´s doing, we´re already on the final competition!”

“We´ll see that”

“Core! We need you!” another bot called for her, she later got away

“OH, THIS IS THE LAST RACE OF THE SEASON, TODAY WE WILL HAVE A CHAMPION AND A TRUE RACER, SO, ON YOUR MARKS, NOW!” the bot on the megaphone was so loud and authoritarian that everyone got on their places

“Hey, Sonne” A minicon on her side called her, referencing the Sun marks on her frames “You will help me, right?”

“Of course!” Blurr replied to him with a big smile “We had been helping each other. I got your back!”

“ON YOUR MARKS…” the lights turned red “STEADY…” it became yellow “NOT YET, HAHA, PREPARE YOUR ROTORS AND DON´T OVERHEAT…” This time an orange, it is not usual and is random, mostly to mess up with the racers and the big, roaring, full audience “NOT YET… NOT YET… NOT YET… IT IS, YOU CAN GO, SHU SHU!” the light turned green

The rotors roared on danger and the audience screamed on ecstasies, the racers got in line, already crashing and clashing with each other, it was not an excuse to explode if you were on the back, Blurr was the last one, avoiding all the bigger trucks like if she was floating, she couldn´t use yet her super speed, it was too crowded, and the race was too wavy.

Two minicons on her sides surrounded, getting closer each second, Blurr didn´t see it before but she could hear at her sides something like white noise- IT ISN´T WHITE NOISE, THOSE ARE DRILLS, FRAG!

Her back unfortunately wasn´t empty, a bigger bot was on her way, she couldn´t go backwards

“SONNE!” She heard from her front “Take this!” the minicon from before, with a mechanical claw, throwed Blurr a ball “it will give you some extra speed!”

“Thanks!” Blurr had a smile on her insides

“Blurr!” Salvage called her from her communicator

“What are you doing?!” Spark yelled at her angry

“Getting some help!” She replied, then, she transformed on the road, using her wheels on her legs like roller skates, the minicons got closer even faster but Blurr, finally with more space, slowed her speed and sat on the big truck´s car chest, she broke the truck´s windshields and saved the ball there

“Wait-wait-wait!” the truck cried

“Sonne!”

“Thanks for the speed!” Blurr jumped from the truck´s chest and transformed again, clashing her grill against the trunk, and due to the lack of space because of the other racers, the minicons and her ‘friend’ clashed against the truck, Blurr used part of her ability to get backwards, and the truck blow up immediately (as expected, it wasn´t help, after all)

“GREAT AND DEAR AMALGAMOUS, ALMATONIA OF ALL TRICKSTERS, FOUR AT THE PRICE OF ONE?! WHO IS- IS THAT SONNE?! OH! OUR BEAUTIFUL THE SONNE, WHO LIGHTS HER WAY AS THE SUN ITSELF, LITERRALY!!!” the voice at the megaphone proclaimed, and with it, people´s laughs, yells and cries, the people were euphoric for more (and some were crying for their lost bets)

Due to the explosion, the other racers got disoriented, including Blurr, but she and some other put themselves together easily and used the fire as distraction to take advantage, finally, the first round was over with the red flag marking the point, second of ten entire rounds, and this was just the beginning

Salvage wasn´t happy for those bots, but these are the kind of things Blurr will not regret on the moment, to ruin this now will not make any difference

And like a drill on his spark chamber, Salvage took away his microphone and run away “not now, not now, not now” now that she needed him the most, like if air passed through him, his metal became lighter and with it, the sensation of floating

Now he was on a field, he already saw it before, multiple times, actually, but it was as instant as a dream, and he never saw people on it before, this time a single purple bot sat on the grass, in the distance, some bots playing cube, it is not a game he likes a lot but enjoys looking at it

“Hey pal” a soft voice called him “you look younger than before”

“Ah…” Salvage hesitated at the bot; green optics covered in a red circle starring at him

“Oh, come on, you´re not that young!” the voice sounded age-worn, like if it had some years backwards, but couldn´t recognize the… wait a moment

“Blurr?” Salvage asked, pointing at her sharp lines of her frame all racers have, also guided by her younger voice he had met before

“Finally!” she yelled with sarcasm, patting at the floor for the bot to sit

“But, how?”

“How what? People get old!” she moved her arms quickly

“Who are those?” he asked for the bots playing cube

“Those are our sparklings”

“Wait- what?!” Salvage got surprised, and she started to laugh out loud, as loud as she always did, but now more breathy

“Fool! HAAHAAA! You get fooled so easy!” she laughed again, and calmed in some nano-clicks “phew, no, those are mine, you see the SNAIL of there…” she raised her voice on that specific word, getting a red bot´s attention, maybe as old as she

“Come here and prove me you can do it better!” the red bot replied with an angry but funny voice

“I´m talking right now!” she excused, returning to Salvage “that´s their adseroux, we created them”

“Wow, that´s actually a good notice, I didn´t expected me to live this kind of life with you”

“I know” she said softly “not with anyone actually”

“Sorry? What do you mean”

“You´ll figure it out later, but just for you to know” she lowered her voice and got closer to Salvage´s audial “don´t think you´re getting behind for not having what everyone else´s have, not all have the same feelings. Just remember I still and will always love you, pal”

Salvage felt something on his check plates, burring them on his servos

“Not that kind of love, idiot, pay attention!” she knocked Salvage´s arm, which were as strong or stronger than younger Blurr “not the love of kisses and all those things! I mean love of the type to stay with someone even trough time travel” This phrase took Salvage´s attention “the kind of love that made me have my own life but wait for you every time. Salvage, you will understand your type of love is not that visible, but is maybe one of the betters that exist” Blurr put her servos on his shoulder like before “We are okay, and maybe we are not together physically, but we have the other in a special place in our spark, we got different routes and different ways of life but we always go back to the other, because we´re more than friends”

“But…” Salvage hesitated, trying to get Blurr´s excuse, but this time there wasn´t “how I´m not hurt by it, how do you really know it doesn´t hurt?”

“It hurts. When I met that idiot, you got scared that I would go away, and each time you talked about that scientist my energon heated up!” Blurr laughed a bit “but all people can get jealous, and we understood that our directions were different”

“Wait, we are not always together?!”

“No. But that´s okay too, because we love us” Blurr patted Salvage´s shoulder and got her attention back to the game

“What kind of pair are we?”

“Not to little to be friends, but too high to be conjuxes”

“How does that work?”

“You will get it when you get your feelings together”

“How do I know that?”

“You will get it, I promise”

“Don´t make yourself the enigmatic!”

“Hey! You do it all the time! It´s my turn!” Salvage started to disappear again, only getting Blurr´s last but normal fool smile.

A horn scared Salvage like waking up from a dream, in the middle of the empty hallway

“FRAGGING ALL 13 AND THE REST OF THE PRIMES!!! WE HAVE A WINNER! WE HAVE A WINNER!!! DID YOU SAW THAT!? SHE DESTROYED ALL PEOPLE TO USE FAIRLY HER POWER! WHO WOULD SAY SHE WOULD LET THIS TRICK FOR THE FINAL? LET´S CELEBRATE OUR WINNER: THE SONNE!!!!!!!” when Salvage heard the name, his spark relaxed enough to make him almost fall, but ignoring the feeling, he ran to Spark´s side, watching Blurr make it with just four opponents left behind from the 15 that were on the race “GREAT LIFE, SHE´S BARELY A SPARKLING, SHE´S PROBABLY THE YOUNGEST TO GET THIS FAR EVEN TO WIN AND GET THE PRIZE, MY!!! WHAT A NIGHT, DEAR VELOCITRONIANS!” Salvage got a notification from his datapad, the prize was already on Blurr and Salvage´s account (which was easier and cheaper than having separated accounts)

“I have to admit, I´m impressed” Spark commented on the yells and the cries of the moment “she´s a great racer”

“I know” Salvage replied with a big smile and glinting optics, like about to cry, he was so proud of his best friend on the podium, with flowers on one hand and the other on her- HER LEG IS BLACK AND ORANGE- PRIMUS, HER LEG IS BURNED AND HER WHEEL IS ALMOST MELTED!

“Blurr!” Salvage called her from the communicator he throwed up before

“SALVAGE! I WINNED! WE WINNED!” Salvage had to get accomplished to her heavier voice again, at least the change of voice box was closer than before “WE HAVE TO CELEBRATE, PAY SPARK AND LET´S SEE ON THE PITS, OKAY?!” for a moment, Salvage didn´t say anything “pal?”

“YOU, STUPID IDIOT, YOU´RE HURT!! GET DOWN THERE SO WE CAN LOOK AT YOUR LEG!”

“And dinner?”

“We´ll talk about that later!”

Like a scolded sparkling, Blurr got out of the podium as fast as her leg let her, which wasn´t much, Salvage saw some strange bots getting on the pits, which scared him and got immediately to her side, taking her out of there

…

“Salvage?” Blurr called with an entire spoon on her mouth “where have you been?”

“Uh… ah, I´ve… met you, in the future”

“Really?” Blurr got fascinated about it “am I beautiful?”

“You were old”

“What?! You´re kidding!” Salvage shared a big laugh and smile, making Blurr get annoyed, returning to her plate

“I´m serious, but don´t worry, you´re not ugly! And you looked happy”

“Really?” Blurr raised her optics again “Am I still a femme bot?”

Salvage opened all his optics “why do you ask that? You´re still thinking of it?”

“I just… what if I don´t like it? Or maybe I’m just too accomplished to this frame and this voice and I never suited with the rest? Or what if I never wanted it?”

“Blurr, you´re not really doing that?”

“Doing what?

“To get unsecure about your life! You´re the one who is always making plans and talking about achieving things! And this is the first time we get something done, Blurr” he took her servo, “you had been imagining yourself like this for a long time, you´re always changing your tone and your armor, you look like the most delicate of all and still win that race with your own servos”

“Why is that important?”

“Because it is still you, no matter what will happen, it will still be you! And if you don´t like it, well, you tried, we can always get something to revert it, or maybe just changed it a bit, but whatever it is: don´t doubt of yourself! Because you´re the most brave and stupid bot I had ever met”

“You´re not taking emphasis on stupid, right?”

“A little, but as femme bot or male bot, or none or both, you are still brave and idiot, and after all of that, you are my best friend, and nothing will change that”

“…Do you really think that?” Blurr was about to cry

“That and a lot of more things that I can´t describe without it to sound like we´re dating”

“My- that´s overrated! Just say it!”

Salvage laughed a bit while Blurr cleaned her glinting optics with her servo

“I love you, Blurr, not too little as a friend but not as much as a conjux”

“My… I love you too, Salvage, more than a friend but less than a conjux”

Maybe this was what Blurr was talking about, this feeling of never falling in love but loving as if it was the rule on the world, Salvage still didn´t got it at all but now the idea was clearer

And Blurr was just expecting for everything to be okay, she was scared but Salvage was right, she would finally have what she wanted, it was a really big goal, and it was one she really wanted to enjoy

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lore-olympus-saga · 2 years

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Loki and Demeter (LO Headcannons) #1

“I can explain.”

“Can you?”

“If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie”

I was looking up incorrect quotes and this would be Demeter and Loki’s relationship in a nutshell since they have many things in common but their personnality are extreme opposites.

It would be so interesting to have these two talk together, especially since Loki really lived what Demeter fears the most: the harm of their own children.

But even with this, it’s not in Loki’s nature to overprotect on the contrary. Go out there, stir some shit up, that’s the only way you’ll learn. He would rather go and murder whoever harm his kids (unless he’s stuck like with his loyalties to Asgard) than shelter them. As a God of the vikings this isn’t really surprising.

Demeter wouldn’t understand how he could claim loving his children let letting them face such terrible fates and Loki don’t see how building walls around Persephone is going to help her in front of real danger.

But deep down, I know these two would respect and understand each other more than their peers. After all, they’re both mothers.

#lo headcannons #Greek Mythology #norse mythology #Norse myths #myth loki #loki #demeter #lore olympus au #lore olympus incorrect quotes #Loki and Persephone #lo demeter #lo persephone

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hoodiehydra · 2 years

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I posted 148 times in 2022

That's 148 more posts than 2021!

34 posts created (23%)

114 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lightgriffinsect

@taterswithranch

@imjustusingthistolikeartists

@jinxic

@badsciencejokes

I tagged 91 of my posts in 2022

Only 39% of my posts had no tags

#hydrawriter - 11 posts

#fnf agoti - 9 posts

#fnf tabi - 8 posts

#fnf - 6 posts

#fnf aldryx - 5 posts

#digital drawing - 5 posts

#fnf selever - 4 posts

#fnf ruv - 3 posts

#fnf void - 3 posts

#random thoughts at 1am - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#im not gonna lie i would think its either where agoti was trapped or the nothing world where selever was stuck in

My Top Posts in 2022:

It’s 1am rn and I was just thinking about Selever / Rasazy’s and Aldryx / Agoti’s sibling dynamics and how much both my and my little sister can actually relate to them.

I have somehow taken on both Selever’s and Aldryx’s sibling personalities and my sister is basically Rasazy (but she does act like Agoti sometimes).

Why do I love this so much wtf

7 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

Hi 🦊anon. Can you write a Selever x reader? For fluff? Thx

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FROM THE PITS OF HELL- ok I know hell is a “bad” word but it’s a place.

I suggest you don’t read this one if you can’t handle strong language. Because as fine as our lovely demon boy is here, he does curse a lot, or at least that’s what I headcannon him to be.

Also why is he so fucking tall bro- like 7 FEET? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN EATING SIR

That was very off topic.

Selever x reader

Fluff/ Romance

Warnings: inappropriate language and (maybe) subtle dirty jokes (… I will figure it out along the way) also maybe incorrect quotes

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You’re sprawled out on the couch, lying on Selever. How did we even get here in the first place?

Let me rewind.

Chaotic boyfriend and his chaotic significant other = absolute chaos.

So now the both of you are watching a horror movie, in the evening, and the show was pretty crappy, actually. Cliche story, cliche characters and this would be your average dose of horror. Boring.

Well, someone had to do something about this situation, because neither of you were having it.

“Well, as top in this relationship-” Selever started.

“I can’t believe you’re playing rank with me right now.” You interrupted.

“*Ahem* As I was saying, as TOP in this relationship, I say we go for a drive.”

It was an interesting proposal, since he would usually be more up for round of rap battling instead of this.

You didn’t hesitate, despite this not being his usual behaviour.

You both climbed into the car and drove off, to who knows where. The both of you were jamming to the radio, then putting on your personal playlists when the music got boring and didn’t fit the car’s vibes.

Selever was grinning like an idiot, well, he is one, while you were singing your heart out the entire time.

Quality bonding time.

You couldn’t be happier, just being with him and driving aimlessly through the city’s night lights. It was a beautiful moment. However, as beautiful as this moment was, you couldn’t help but question why he was being this romantic.

“Hey Sel?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being romantic all of a sudden? I mean, I really like it, but uh- what’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t a demon guy spend some time with the person he loves?”

While saying that, he shot you a smile. Not his usual cocky smile, but a loving one. It sent heat rushing through your cheeks as you stared at him, since he rarely smiled like that towards you.

“Easy there shithead, you look like you’re gonna fucking blow up.” Way to ruin the moment.

You breathed in and cooled down while staring out the window.

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Hello! 🦊anon. Can you write a fnf (Friday night funkin) agoti xreader? For fluff please？thx.

Perfect! I’ve recently been thinking of a good prompt for this and I HAVE FOUND IT! Hooray!

Also, greetings, fox anon. Nice to see ya again.

One “Exhausted but excited”, coming up!

Prompt: Work’s tiring for the both of you, but your digidevil boyfriend is here to make it better!

Warnings: none in general, a bit of a sharp tongue here and there (PUN NOT INTENDED) but overall PG :D

Romantic fluff, enjoy!

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“Mph…” you said nothing, groaning as you stepped into the door of you and AGOTI’s shared apartment. The sweet feeling of home soon warmed yourself up as you finally relaxed into the familiar walls of your home. (Side note: my class is insane asf and we call our class walls “Wallace”. The wall is now a he and is our class mascot. 70% of the boys simp for Wallace and we worship him as our god. ALL HAIL WALLACE- more Wallace updates to come)

The feeling was soothing, and all the immense stress and tension from work today soon faded away as your digidevil of a boyfriend soon came into view. You smiled softly, energy drastically drained as you slumped onto the couch, where he joined you and pulled you into his lap.

“Babe, you good?” He gently asked.

“Been worse.” A blunt mumble flew out of your mouth.

He sighed and massaged your scalp, you relaxed in his touch and sighed in satisfaction.

“Hm…” You groaned, as he stopped petting you and took the remote. You frowned mildly, but was too tired to complain and you silently waited. He soon went back to you, massaging your scalp again and F/M (favourite movie. What’s your favourite movie? Mine is either HTTYD or Venom. VENOM IS NOT BECAUSE OF AGOTI I SWEAR) was playing in the background. It was really relaxing, just a soft, quiet moment, just the two of you.

“C’mon, I bought pizza for dinner. You’re not cooking, and I can’t cook for shit unless you want the house to burn down.” He joked.

… nice way to ruin the moment.

You complained, but was dragged from the couch. At least it was pizza, it was worth getting up for. You both chewed on your pizzas in silence, occasionally sending each other memes from the internet, so dinner wouldn’t be too boring.

“How was your day?” AGOTI broke the silence.

“Tiring. Managing a retail shop may be a small job, but it can still be exhausting.” You replied.

“Yeah, but you’re great at your job! I have no idea how you handle it.” AGOTI cheered you on.

He was always very supportive, always behind you and comforting you when things got tough. 2 years of being together and you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

“I guess I am. Work is just getting more busy and I can’t handle it sometimes.” You thought out loud.

“And I’m here for you. You know that.” He smiled warmly.

Soft moments with AGOTI weren’t rare, but it’s not common either. It’s a really special thing.

You smiled warmly at his words, finally feeling happy with yourself. You stood up and hugged him, whispering thanks. He reciprocated the hug, warmth engulfing the both of you.

Yeah, life wasn’t always the smoothest, but needless to say, an exhausted you and a relaxing evening only made you more excited for your future with your boyfriend.

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This was requested a while ago, sorry!

Got this idea a few days ago and this is the end product. I’m not very proud of it. The ending was abrupt and the “excited” part wasn’t mentioned much. No idea if snek will see this but- meh.

11 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

Hi🐷anon Can u pls write a Kiawe from Pokémon sun and moon xreader?

Hello 🐷 anon! Yeah, no problem, I can do that. Romance, basically. Right?

Let's start with the story.

PROMPT: Just you and Kiawe being fluffy :>

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"I'm so fluffing bored!" you complained, sprawled out on your bed. Who were you talking to? No one, if we were going to be honest. It was just an average day, just going to the school, hanging out with your friends and then going back home. Boringggggggg.

No, see. Here's the thing about today. NO ONE. AND I MEAN, NO ONE. was free today. AND IT'S ONLY 3 PM!

By now, you would have rang Lillie to maybe play with Snowy or y/s/p (your starter pokémon) or maybe join Mallow in cooking some new dish. At some point, Hau or Gladion battling with you wouldn’t sound like a bad idea to pass the time. Maybe even Lana, or Ash could have asked you to hang out and hell, you would have said yes in a heartbeat.

Honestly, why wouldn't you say yes.

And you were so bored, super bored. Honestly, at this point you would have screamed into a pillow to pass the time. ACTUALLY, YOU COULD DO THAT YEAH WHERES THE PILLOW-

Knock knock

And who could that be? You checked your phone. You had no arrangements or plans, and it was currently 3:30. Who could it be to save you from your boredom?

You were gingerly walking down the stairs of your home, afraid of what? I have no idea. This place was safe. Safe. Totally safe.

You quietly opened the door, the door creaking just a little. Yeah, you were expecting maybe Sophocles to take you to who knows where, just for science reasons.

Not this.

Your face was just pure shock, or surprise. You didn’t expect it at least, no. You would have never thought this would have happened. Throat dry, you asked, “What are you doing here, Kiawe?”

The tanner boy had his usual smile on his face along with a hint of pink dusted on his cheeks. You could have died right then and there. So, not only were you in your home clothing, looking like a basic, boring person, but your crush was the one who witnessed it. Not to mention, he was looking really cute.

“I was wondering if you would like to have a pokémon battle with me? Y’know, for training.” Kiawe replied, hope lacing his tone.

You, of course, instantly agreed. Two reasons: boredom, and because who would give up their chance to spend time with their crush?

After you agreed, Kiawe dragged you out of your house, not giving you any time to change. As much as you wanted to look a little nicer at least, the boy was already pulling you out the door by the hand and brought you to a nearby battlefield.

After reaching the field, neither of you wasted any time and brought out your pokémon. The battle didn’t last long, but it was very intense, and entertaining. It eventually resulted in a draw, and while you shook hands, you could only mumble a small “Thank you for the battle”. It’s not that you were disappointed that you didn’t win, well, maybe a little, but- yeah you were just disappointed that you didn’t win. You were also feeling a bit embarrassed that you had lost to him.

Kiawe noticed the change in tone, and asked, “Hey, Y/N, why are you always mumbling around me? Do you not like me?”

Those words shocked you. How could he say that? Who wouldn’t like him?

You shook your head immediately, saying, “No! How could you even think that? Who wouldn’t like you?” At this point, you were so taken aback by his words, that you couldn’t stop yourself before you went too far.

“Kiawe, you don’t understand. I really like you, more than a friend, and I was just feeling nervous around you, and-” you stopped yourself. You had said way too much by now, you didn’t want to mess anything up even more. You shook your head, and quickly added on, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened to me, let’s forget this ever happened.”

Kiawe was… surprised. He looked in confusion, and asked, “Why would I want to forget this? It’s not all the time where your crush would confess to you like that.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. In that moment, you hugged him. You could have cried, screamed in happiness, but you held it in. You were very happy that day, and spent the rest of the day with your crush, who you now knew liked you back.

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Whoa! First request: done.

I’m actually pretty proud of this, even though he’s not someone I simp for, but yeah.

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16 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For the ask game:

💔 An angsty headcanon for Selever

👗 A headcanon about Aldryx's clothes

Ooooo

For Selever, I think he would be in a sort of depression stage when he was in the nothing world, but it’s not that heavy. Since he is trapped in a space of literal nothingness, he has no one else to talk to besides his sister, and he lacks friends and social interaction, which will probably make him more gloomy over time.

Aldryx would have a lot of choices and a huge variety in his clothes. I think he would wear dresses sometimes because he can (also because I saw fanart of him wearing dresses when he was younger and HE WOULD WEAR THAT) also he would wear tank tops and those that show more skin at home, and wear jeans and leather jackets outside.

Maybe.

32 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

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Asks and Requests

Asks

My asks will mostly be an “ask me anything” type ask box. Ask me or my Twst OC about anything, how we are doing, thoughts about the game, Twisted Wonderland if anyone needs specifics, stuff like that.

And if you have something that could be a “request,” but just want a short answer, feel free to drop it as an ask!

Requests

Overview

For starters, this blog does have some NSFW content, so I'd like anyone who is under the age of 18 to please not participate in anything NSFW, asks, requests etc. As for now, I will only write my Twst OC x canon characters, or canon characters x canon characters, platonic and or romantic.

The characters that I will ship Mirai with are: Cater, Ace, Leona, Jack, Azul, Jade, Kalim, Epel, Idia, and Sebek.

I can and or will write canon x canon i.e. Ace x Deuce and or Cater x Trey.

I will write Crewel, but he will be strictly platonic.

And if that goes to plan, and depending how confident I am with my writing, then and only then will I open up requests outside of my OC. (With rules, of course!)

Formatting

Be specific and follow the rules. For example, don't just write, "I want a fluff fic with Leona." That's too vague.

Instead, write, "Can I get a fluff fic between Leona and Mirai", or "Can I get a hurt/comfort fic between Leona and Ruggie after Leona's Overblot."

Make sure it's thorough and easy to understand. Nothing too overly complicated, but simple. I don't mind a bit of research, but if it isn't something easy to find, it's a no.

If it gets too specific, where there is no freedom for me to write, it's a no.

What I will write:

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Hurt/no comfort

Some NSFW/Smut. Keep it clean. (See below for detail)

Violence (See below for detail)

Mental illness (see below for detail)

Poetry (please ask, I love poetry)

AUs (but this depends on the AU)

Incorrect quotes, imagines, headcannons

I don't mind polyamorous relationships, but it depends on the characters involved.

What I will not write.

I don't mind some violence/canon typical violence, topics of bullying, but I will not do all out blood, gore, and violence (i.e. murder between canon characters, torture, severe bullying)

I don't mind topics of mental illness, referencing depression, self harm (like scars), suicidal depression, since my OC has a background of a few of those topics, but I will not write out the act (i.e. i will not write out self harm, or anyone unaliving themselves) and I will always put out a warning just in case and I'll try to keep it vague.

I will not write Yandere, I am really uncomfortable with that trope. Other tropes I don't like are: bullies to lovers, miscommunication, cheating, pregnancy/surprise pregnancy, abuse between characters.

I don't mind Smut, I might actually have several written already, but if it just gets dangerous/nasty, it's a straight no.

I will not write r*pe, SA, discrimination (unless canon typical i.e. Fae/human, but I will not make the narrative worse than what is canon), racism, and anything else that could be labeled as Dead Dove: Do not eat.

Crossovers of any kind, Songfics, villainization of canon character (i.e. making Leona, Vil, Trey, Riddle, Malleus, disgustingly mean just to have a villain in the story), character hate.

Match-ups, anything Canon x Reader or Canon x Yuu, Gender swapping for canon charters, but I don't mind making Mi-Mi female, I don't want to offend anyone.

All in all, keep it nice, keep it clean. Anything hateful, against the rules, will result in the ask/request being deleted, and if need be, you will be blocked.

Also, be nice. Don't demand anything, I will not respond. Sleepy has a fragile heart, so don't make Sleepy cry. I don't need you to be overly nice, but a "hello, how are you" would be nice. Don't request/ask starting with "I want", "Give me", etc. I'll take " Can I get," but "May I" is better.

And more importantly, give me time to write. Don blow up my asks/requests wondering where your work is. I'm human, and I have my own life, so please be patient.

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I posted 1,686 times in 2022

That's 1,615 more posts than 2021!

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Sarojini was a true combination of her parents, literally.

She had her father's smile, her mother's eyes, walked like her father and talked like her mother.

She was insanely intelligent like both her parents, knowing local and foreign languages, danced like her father, took pictures and painted a little like her mother did.

She also got her father's anger and her mother's dry humour and sarcasm, which made her impossible to deal with during arguments.

Sarojini, or Bujji like her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni called her, Chinna Rakshasi like her Seetha Atta called her, or Chinnamma and Saroo like her parents called her, was the apple of everyone's eye.

And she knew it. She enjoyed it a lot too.

In the beginning, Saroo loved falling asleep on her father's chest as he read her from her mother's vast collection of books while Y/N watched from the other side of the bed with a soft smile.

As she grew, Saroo started going to her mother to sleep in her lap, curled in her saree because of how comfortable it felt.

Ram would crawl into bed and press a kiss on her head gently, massaging her legs because she ran around the house the entire day.

Saroo got pampered insanely by her aunts and uncle and the rest of the village, much to Ram's chagrin.

"See, I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it because I know my chinnamma deserves everything in this world," he mumbled into Y/N's stomach once as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. "I just... they're spending too much time with my daughter. She belongs to us, right?"

"She belongs to herself, my big baby. Let her grow as she pleases."

Ram was such a strong man, so brave and ready to face every challenge in his life, but it seemed to him that the biggest challenge after falling in love with his wife was watching his little one grow.

Bheem seemed to have gotten a lot softer after Saroo was born, keeping every possible harmful thing out of her reach.

Once when he and Jenny were playing with Saroo, she had crawled into his chest and snuggled closer, yawning as wide as she could which didn't release a sound.

Bheem almost stole her and ran away that day. Jenny had to stop him.

Another time when all five of them sat together for lunch, eating, Saroo crawled to Bheem and giggled, grabbing his nose ring.

She placed a clumsy slobber-filled kiss to it and fell on his chest, instantly falling asleep.

Bheem was stopped by four people that day, and only returned Saroo when Y/N promised him "Saroo will spend every alternative weekend with her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni, okay? Now give me my daughter."

Seetha loved brushing her hand over Saroo's head, petting her gently as she slept in her lap.

As Saroo grew, Seetha would be the one she went to for braids, because despite everything Y/N knew she couldn't braid Saroo's hair without getting scared she was hurting her and sending her to her aunt.

Jenny spent time with Saroo when Bheem would leave to help Ram with work, and by the time he returned they'd be giggling together about something, cuddled into each other.

Saroo grew up on Bheem's shoulders, after she kicked his chest while trying to learn to stand and winced in pain.

Along with the extreme love she got from everyone, she got other things too.

Seetha dragged her out of numerous fights with boys much larger than her because "Atta, they were being mean to other kids/animals/me! Do I just sit and watch it?"

Jenny had to buy new books because Saroo finished the ones she had, and was soon running out of books to buy for her to read.

Bheem refused to fight with her because "Anna, your daughter fights like you and Y/N combined. I can't deal with it so I just give her what she wants."

Saroo also had a knack for pranking people.

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ours // ramaraju-bheem

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(a/n- this was a requested part, and also has dark themes head so read with caution.)

When Y/N woke up again, her body was bound to a chair, a gag in her mouth and blindfolded, completely unaware and terrified about what was happening to her. She sat up straight, wriggling in the chair and twisting her hands to loosen the ropes around them, muffled cries leaving her. “Struggling is pointless, my love,” a soft voice next to her ear made her freeze, all thoughts leaving her brain.

Ram.

He pressed a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, carefully slipping the blindfold off her eyes as he moved to sit in front of her. Y/N blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light flooding around her as she saw Ram loosen the ropes around her wrists and legs a little, massaging the sore areas with a soft look on his face.

If it weren’t for what he had done to her, her heart would have raced at the way he was touching her, her blood rushing to her face. But the only thing she could see at that moment wasn’t her best friend, or the man she had begun to slowly fall for. The man in front of her was a monster, and she didn’t know him at all.

“I loosened the knots, you should be able to move your arms and legs much more than before,” Ram spoke softly, as if to a child calming after their tantrum. He moved to her face, not looking into her eyes even once as he reached to remove the gag cloth from around her mouth, moving her hair out of her face and moving back, beginning to braid it.

“Let me go,” Y/N tried to sound strong, she really did, but the fear gripping her throat only let her voice come out as a shaky plea. Ram paused, the silence around them allowing him to assess how she was shaking, how her lips were trembling and sweat went down her neck from the anxiety that she was going through.

Ram finished braiding her hair and pinned it up into a bun, picking a cloth to wipe the sweat on her back and all over her neck. She shivered as she felt his touch, tears welling in her eyes. “Ram, let me go.” She said again, her voice shakier than before. “I need to go to Bheem-”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.” His cold voice cut her off, making Y/N gulp in fear as he sat in front of her, observing the look on her face. “Ram, this isn’t you, please just-” “This was always me, Y/N,” He sighed, sitting back.

“Always. Desperately in love with you, worshipping the ground you walked on, hanging onto every breath that left you like it was my only source of air, finding joy in your very existence. This has been me ever since I met you, and so long before that.”

Y/N watched in confusion, seeing how he still refused to look into her eyes. “I’ve seen you for the first time almost three years ago, Y/N. You’ve bewitched me quite literally, sitting in a library and reading books imported from England with interest unlike anything I’ve seen before, little sounds of excitement and despair leaving you as you turned the pages,” Ram chuckled, rubbing his face and looking at the ground.

“I’ve never known feelings so strong, love so binding till you, and met you that day in the temple, became friends with you, made you a regular part of my life, became a part of yours and everything was going so well until you fell for him.” The air suddenly seemed to heat up as Ram finally looked into her eyes, the fire burning in his eyes making her shrink away.

“You fell for Bheem, Y/N. My Bheem, my brother. You fell for him. And I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you.” Ram wrapped his fingers around her hand, rubbing circles as he spoke with urgency and desperation. “Do you even know what it’s like? The fear of losing someone you love more than your own life? My life was never mine, but you made it worth it to live on and fight, and you just wanted to leave me?”

“Ram, I was never going to leave you, I just-” Y/N tried again when he scoffed, looking away. “You loved him! Of course you were going to leave me! How could I marry you when you loved him?!” She cried at this, the tears flowing down her face as she shrunk further into her chair, her heart racing seeing him slowly lose himself.

Ram stood up, kicking his chair away as he yelled, punching the wall beside him. Y/N watched as he kept punching, her breath stuck in her throat when she saw blood on his hands and cracks slowly form on the wall.

Y/N looked away, unable to watch as she noticed how loose the knots actually were, making her lean forward a little, tugging at one with her teeth. Soon enough, it came loose as she untied the rest with her free hand, jumping up to grab his hands. “Please stop!” She cried, gripping his shoulder with both hands as he froze, hand millimetres away from the wall.

Ram looked at how she held onto him and cried, her body shaking as her tears drenched his shoulder. He put his hands down, a sigh leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her trembling figure, shushing her. “It’s okay my love,” he cooed, stroking her hair with his bloodied hands. He cupped her face as he pulled away slowly, wiping her tears.

“When we get married, it will all settle down. Everything will be just perfect.” He murmured as her breath stuttered, looking at him with panic. “Hold on, maybe now is not the right time.” Y/N tried as she tried to get away from him while Ram just pulled her into his calmly, shushing her. “And wait till you fall in love with me? Y/N, it’s just marriage, I’m sure you’ll learn to love me later on. Maybe not as much as I love you, because that’s impossible, but you’ll learn.”

He backed her into a wall as he lowered his face into her neck, pressing sultry kisses there. “You’re mine, and you’ll remain mine forever.” He murmured into her skin as Y/N closed her eyes, hands against his chest as her mind spinned. She knew she didn’t want this, and yet a small part of her did want to be with him, and she was lost in not knowing what was right for her and what wasn’t.

Y/N’s hands crept up Ram’s neck slowly as he moved to her face, and pulled him away from her, a pleading look on her face. “Ram, please.” She begged as he sighed and pulled away completely. He caressed her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he walked away from there silently, leaving her by herself.

Y/N slid down the wall as sobs racked her body, hiding her face behind her knees. Her pitiful cries for help echoed through the house as Ram kept punching his bag, blood spilling everywhere. She would soon realise that this was for the best, she had no other choice.

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Y/N read through a book, humming to herself as she felt Ram behind her, bent as he set her saree. She lost track of the number of days she spent with him, and it had gone to a point where he had become her only anchor. She began to slowly seek him out for everything, despite the voice in her head screaming at her to not do so.

Ram had welcomed her with open arms, ready for everything she was going to throw at him for however long it was, because it meant she would be right with him and at least talk to him. She initially showed nothing more than fear and hatred to the man that he really was, which slowly melted into hesitation, and settled as comfort and acceptance.

Y/N didn’t know what she felt for him, but knew it wasn’t any less than the love she had for him before because he still treated her exactly how he did the very first time they met. She knew he had clipped her wings but at the same time was the only thing she had left, with Bheem gone too.

Bheem.

The name brought tears to her eyes and pain to her heart every time she thought of him, knowing he died that day when Ram took her from him. He had died without the ones he loved with him, and for that she could never forgive Ram. But maybe one day she’d learn to like this new life she was given, where she was the star Ram’s world revolved around and he was the only one in her universe.

She turned to scoff when she noticed Ram still kneeling next to her, her saree long forgotten as he just admired her from there, a dazed smile on his face. She pushed his face away and smirked when he fell back, looking at her with a mischievous smile. “You shouldn’t have done that, you disturbed me while I was busy.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she sat down, putting her book away as she looked at him. “Oh really? What were you so busy doing?”

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chandamama // part 3

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Ram tossed and turned in his sleep, finally waking up and walking out to his balcony as he looked at the night sky, watching a few stars blink weakly, the moon hiding. It’s not even amavasya, but why was the moon not there? Ram hadn’t realised how much he depended on the moon for comfort and peace, and without her guidance he felt his heart sink.

After he put his books away, Y/N had seemed… off. She stared at him blankly, her face ashen, and when he leaned to kiss her, the sound of a car made her jump away from him, rushing out. “That… that’s my father here for me, Ram,” she avoided his eyes, almost looking relieved as she stared at the car. “I’ll come back later, alright? Good night.” Ram watched her leave, his heart twisting uneasily. Had he done something that made her stare at him like that?

He looked on as she stopped before getting into her car, looking up once to see him. He waved, smiling as she raised her hand a little, jumping in and leaving. Something definitely happened while he was away, otherwise she wouldn’t look at him like he was wrong, like he was a monster. “Jabilamma, why are you hiding?” He whispered into the night, the stars staring back emptily. “What went wrong?”

Y/N stared at the sky from her house, tears swimming in her eyes as she muffled the cries that left her. “Everything went wrong,” she whimpered as the empty sky sighed back painfully. “Why did I have to fall in love with him, with Ram, of all the people? Why did he have to be the officer hunting my family?”

She fell back into her bed, tears slowly falling as she buried her face into the pillow. “What if he gets to him before I do? What if I can never find him and never return with him?” She stopped for a second, her heart freezing. “What if the one here is Bheema? What if my brother is here and I’ll lose him before I get him?” She shivers as the air gets colder, wrapping her blankets tighter around herself, trying to calm the storms raging within her heart.

She knew she had to do something, just didn’t know what to do.

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Y/N sat with Jenny, watching the decorations being put up all around Governor Scott’s house. “So Akhtar visited today,” Jenny began, making Y/N’s head shoot up in excitement, “And he stayed for a while but he seemed distracted, you know? Sort of like, he was looking for something. I don’t think he thought I would notice, but it was a little concerning, Y/N. Do you think something happened?”

Y/N frowned, shrugging, when she sat straight, everything seeming crystal clear. A mechanic in Delhi she hasn’t heard about, his sneakily good knowledge of southern foods, he could be it. Akhtar could be her family, looking for the girl Scott stole from her people.

“I heard about the girl in your mansion, what was her name again?” “Malli,” Jenny answered, happy at the mention of her name. Y/N watched as she gushed about her. “Oh, she’s such a sweet child. Akhtar found me a bangle for her too, in the market. He denied it but I think he made the bangle, and she absolutely loved it!”

Y/N sat back in her seat, Jenny’s words fading out as the feeling of relief and despair set into her chest. She would now have to tell Akhtar- no, her family, however he was related to her, that the man he considered his brother was in fact sent to get him. She set her tea aside, getting up. “Jenny, I am so sorry, but I think I will have to leave now-”

“What’s the hurry?” A voice said as the both turned around, Lady Scott watching them both with narrowed eyes. Y/N swore she hated this woman more than her vile husband. “I’m sure you don’t actually have anywhere to go, stay here for a while. Convince your friend, won’t you Jenny? The dear girl seems to travel a lot these days.”

Y/N closed her eyes, clenching her fists as Jenny grabbed her hand, pleading. “Please, you barely stay anymore! I miss my friend a lot, Y/N. At least until you see how the party looks, please stay!”

As Lady Scott laughed and walked away when Y/N finally nodded, she sent a vicious glare at the woman’s back, praying some chandelier would break and fall on her that instant, ridding the whole world of infinite evil.

Y/N sat back, Jenny holding on and talking about how wonderful Akhtar was and how lovely the party would be, wishing she was instead warning him about what was to come.

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The clock struck 10 when Y/N reached Akhtar’s house, gasping for breath. The door opened and his sister looked shocked when she saw her, opening the door wider for the rest of the family to see her. Y/N shook her head, wiping her face.

“Akhtar, where is he? I know he’s the man from Adilabad sent to get Malli back, but please, his life is in danger.” She pulled her hair into a bun, lowering it for them all to see the mark. “I’m one of them, please tell me where he is.” She begged, slipping down as they all stared at her in shock.

“You’re one of us?” a voice came from behind her, and she turned to see the old man she spent her early childhood around. Y/N rushed to him, grasping his hands in hers as she looked at him pleadingly. “Peddayya, it’s me, Y/N, Bheem’s little sister.” His eyes widened as he hugged her to his chest, crying.

“Inni dinalu nee munde tirigade mee anna, ninnu tana kandla mundu pettukoni nee eduru chusade mee anna*,” he sobbed, Y/N gripping onto him as she cried too. Akhtar was her Bheema all this time, her brother, her shield from this entire world.

“Where is he?” She gasped, pulling away and looking at him. “His life is in danger, where is he?” “At Ram’s house, he’s treating him because he got bit by a viper, but-”

Y/N took off, running to Ram’s house as fast as she could. How could she tell any of them that he was the danger Bheem’s life was going to face?

When she got to Ram’s house, she saw Akhtar- no, her brother leave the house, and crashed into him, all the years of staying apart rushing back to her. Bheem stumbled, confused, but hugged her back, comforting her instantly. “Anna,” she cried, making Bheem freeze as her tears stained his shirt. “Anna, why didn’t you come for me sooner? I waited so long for you that night.”

“So many years away from you and everyone else, why didn’t you look for me, Anna? Why didn’t you come looking for me like you came all these years later for Malli?”

Bheem touched the tattoo on her neck and tears sprung in his eyes, his arms tightening around Y/N as they both crumpled to the ground.

“Nannu manninchave*,” He caressed her hair, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead as she slowly pulled away. “I saw the marks, and the blood on the ground, we all thought you died that day. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss you, cry for you looking at the moon. Had I known you weren’t dead but taken, I would’ve searched the world for you.”

He looked at her and smiled, pushing the hair gently out of her face. “But look at you, the only one from us all who is educated, who knows and understands this evil world. I’m so proud of you.” He helped her up, steadying her on her feet and pointed to Ram’s house.

“Stay with him and protect him, he needs you right now, more than ever. Once we get Malli, I’m coming back for you. Take care of yourself, I can’t lose you again.” Y/N gulped, looking at the door as Bheem hugged her one last time, leaving her there.

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red // ramaraju

capture you \ green \ blue

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(a/n- this went so so different from what I thought lmao. Enjoy folks, feedback is appreciated!)

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"Come back to me and we will spend every second of our lives with each other, come back and I'll tell you everyday that I'm in love with you, more than anyone has ever loved anyone."

She knelt down too, bringing his face closer as she pressed a kiss to each tear that slipped out, before a final kiss to his forehead, her lips staying there.

"Come back to me," she whispered.

Ram woke up with a start, looking around wildly as he felt the ground around him. His fingers finally found the idol and he brought it close to his chest, breathing heavily. Y/N gave him an anchor without realising when she handed her idol of his namesake to him, the same idol that saved him from the storms brewing in his heart and the longing that clouded his mind. He stared at the idol as memories flooded his brain, a sense of comfort filling him as her voice rang in his heart.

Flashback

“I didn’t know you’re devoted to Shri Ram,” Bheem said, trying to make conversation with Y/N who was still upset with Ram. “Oh well, I was originally much more devoted to Lord Shiva,” she mused, stirring the pot as the aroma filled the air around them. Ram paused, looking up from his book as she looked into the pot, frowning, before taking some spice and putting it in, stirring once and offering a taste to Bheem. Bheem tentatively put a spoonful in his mouth, his eyes lighting up as he surged forward for more.

“Not now Bheem, I’ll save extra for you later.” She chided, smiling to herself. “As I was saying, I loved Shiva a lot more. I think I still do; he feels real and grounds me a lot. But Shri Ram,” she spared a glance at Ram before looking back at Bheem, “I fell in love with him recently, and I really like the feeling.”

End

Ram’s uncle walked into his tent and sighed, looking at Ram’s state. He had been waking up panting and sweating ever since he left his heart in Hyderabad, and everyone could see how it had been affecting him.

Ram walked slower, talked less and got more agitated than before. His eyes lost the glow, looking more and more like those of a sick tiger unlike the sharp ones they were before. More than anything, he looked scared all the time, his grip on the idol she gave him growing tighter each passing day.

“Ram,” he began, watching his nephew sit straighter and look into the fire burning, not acknowledging him. “You’re just killing yourself for no reason, and you know it. She wouldn’t want you like this Ram, none of us do.”

Ram rolled his eyes and stood up, dusting himself. He knew what he was doing, better than anyone else. But he also knew that everything felt absolutely pointless without her looking at him, sitting beside him, talking to him, just being near him. It all felt like it meant nothing. “Remember your promise to Baba, Ram.” His uncle tried again but Ram snapped. “Well I’ve fulfilled it, haven’t I? I did everything I could and got a gun in every villager’s hand to fight for our freedom. Baba never said I had to give up on love for freedom. He didn’t ask me to kill my spirit and live lifelessly for this fight for freedom, Babai.” Ram sighed, wiping the sweat off his face as he turned to his uncle.

“I will fight with every ounce in my being, with my last breath I will fight to do whatever I can in making sure the British leave our land and we get back everything that rightfully belongs to us. But for me to fight, I need her. I need her beside me to be able to breathe the way I did before. I just,” he sat back down, looking into the fire with hopelessness. “I want her, Babai. Nothing else.”

Ram’s uncle rubbed his face as he sat down beside his nephew, looking into the fire. “Then go get her.” Ram looked up from the fire, staring as his uncle patted his back reassuringly. “I can take care of things over here, Ram. You go bring my daughter-in-law home.” Ram turned back to the flames as they reflected in his eyes, and after a very very long time, his uncle finally saw his nephew again.

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The Sun was just rising in Hyderabad when Ram finally got to Y/N’s house. The first rays of light hit Ram’s feet as he gazed at the mansion that belonged to his lady love, somehow completely dull. Something was wrong, he could tell as the mansion hollowly looked back at him, and he ventured in, looking for anyone at all. Since it was too early in the morning, maybe no one was around, Ram reasoned with himself as he looked around the spotless house.

A door creaked open and Y/N’s little brother walked out, rubbing his eyes. He was fully clothed in white, not any sign of the grand clothes he wore the last time Ram saw him, and panic began to set into Ram’s chest. The white clothes, no sign of people around, the talk of a plague going around in the city as bad as when Quli Qutb Shah ruled over centuries ago rang in ram’s brain as he staggered back, making Y/N’s brother finally notice him.

“Baava*!” He exclaimed, rushing to hug him, and Ram hugged the young boy back, tears already collecting in his eyes for multiple reasons. The boy pulled away and smiled wide at Ram, but frowned immediately, noticing his state. “Baava, what happened? Are you alright?”

Ram looked at him and ruffled his hair a little, turning around to the house. “Where’s everyone?” The kid sighed, sitting him down and offering a glass of water. “Amma went on a religious trip to Varanasi to pray and celebrate, and the house help will be here anytime soon.”

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah,” he looked up at Ram with nervous eyes. “Akka got infected by the plague, and was suffering all alone for almost two weeks. She was in a lot of pain, baava, and none of us could do anything to help her out. She kept saying that nothing will happen to her because she still hasn’t seen her Ram even while her health deteriorated drastically.”

Ram stopped breathing, fear gripping him tight at the thought of losing Y/N. he had nearly lost her and he didn’t actually know, what if she-“Thankfully she recovered all by herself, the physician who came to see her said it was a true miracle.” The boy smiled wide. “I think you kept her alive baava, wanting to see you made her fight even death. Today is Holi, which is why I’m dressed in white, and- oh look, the house help got here too.”

Ram looked up as people filled the house, and sighed to himself, leaning back. “Baava,” Ram looked up as the boy held out a set of white kurta pyjamas for him. “Get ready for Holi, it's Akka's favourite festival and I'm pretty sure she’s sleeping right now. She will wake up anytime soon and rush to get ready, so you should too. Wouldn’t want to miss your first Holi together, right?” Ram grabbed the clothes gratefully and began walking away but stopped at the last sentence.

“Also please cut your hair and shave your beard, you look horrible. Akka likes finely groomed men so much more, trust me.”

“Yeah right, she likes me anyway.” Ram grumbled, but still scratched his beard thoughtfully as he walked to shower. Maybe the kid wasn’t wrong after all.

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231 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

yeah alcohol is cool but have you ever had your father look at you with sheer pride?

me neither, pass the bottle bitch.

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I posted 251 times in 2022

That's 220 more posts than 2021!

113 posts created (45%)

138 posts reblogged (55%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 104 of my posts in 2022

#idk man - 79 posts

#give me ideas - 73 posts

#scp foundation - 64 posts

#scp - 62 posts

#scp+x+reader - 34 posts

#scp 049 - 33 posts

#y/n - 29 posts

#fanfic - 23 posts

#scp incorrect quotes - 20 posts

#scp 682 - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 59 characters

#bro i don't even blame wished he stabbed me to but with....

My Top Posts in 2022:

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n: EEEEEEE *holding clothing hanger*

Able: Why are you holding that?

Y/n: Thank the Lord your here, any chance you have a sandal on you?

Able: Why the hell- Are you seriously afraid of such a small thing? *stares at roach*

Y/n: Easy for you to say- Aaagh-! Don't poke it-!

Able: Pussy-

Cain: Whats with the screaming?!

Y/n: Do you have a sandal on you by any chance?- Oh my fucking gosh it's gone-

Able: Where- *Looks at cain* Oh- Oh *Grin*

Cain: Huh?

Able: *Untying shoe lace* This will only hurt a bit...Hehehehahahaha

Cain: Why are you laughing? *steps back*

Able: Oh God how long I've waited for this moment *raises boot*

Cain:No wait-

Dining Room

Cain's Screams and Able's manic laughter in the distance*

049: I should go check-

035: Don't,go.

049: But-

035: But nothing.*Sips tea*

Meanwhile

682: *Watching Able chase Cain with a boot while Y/n struggles with her life trapped in a corner trying to swipe the flying roach with a clothing hanger*

999: *Worried noises*

Duvet: tweet (Pathetic)

682: Agreed *Nods*

240 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Y/n comes home after a fight

035:And what happened to you? (Knows you got into a fight but also wants to know the gossip)

Cain:Are you alright?(Concern)

049: Oh dear, come here I'll disinfect those scratches (Disappointed bird noises)

682: (Doesn't care just watches)

999: *On verge of tears, gives you candy*

Able:... Did you win? (Not worried only wants to know if you won or allowed yourself to get your ass beat)

Cain:Able!

Y/n: Yes (Proud)

287 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

Able opens Y/ns room: Hey woman make me pizza- what the fuck-

*Y/n yelling at mic*: YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH PENNYWISE DANCING CLOWN LOOKING TRIP ASS MOTHER FUCKING LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE-

Y/n: MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR ON MY MOMMAS GRAVE I WILL FUCK YOU UP DOG-

Able: *Silently watches you rage*

Y/n: YOU DUMBASS BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY- NO NOT THAT WAY!!!

049: What is with all this screaming-?!

Y/n: I WILL FUCK YOUR DAD AND GIVE HIM A CHILD HE ACTUALLY WANTS-

049 Shocked: Oh my....

Y/n calming down: Yeah, yeah, that's it!!!

682 entering: Shut the fuck up your too fucking loud I'm trying to sleep-

Y/n: Yeah that's it- NO YOU MOTHERFUCKING PV$$Y ASS BITCH-

682:....I'm not even surprised-

Y/n: Okay so go left and there you will see the exit to the maze- No not that left- YOUR OTHER LEFT DUMBASS-

049: I believe we should leave...

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049 x sick y/n because I love him?

°~•SCP HEADCANNONS 5

(Weird thing is while making this I'm sick too)

(049)

*Dramatic sound of scalpel hitting the hard concrete floor*

Your... sick? How did that happened? Is she/he receiving attention?Are they eating well?-

A million questions will come out of his mouth. His worry is very clear from the start.

Is it a disease you have? A virus perhaps?

Or have fallen ill because of the dreaded pestilence?

The researchers through the intercom try their best to calm him down, saying you just have the common flu.

They are not real Doctors, they can't sense the pestilence like himself.

He would try to get the researchers to let him out to find you and tend your sickness. Alas, he isn't allowed anywhere away from their line of sight.

He made an effort to break out that entire week but it was futile so he went on and refused to cooperate with the foundation staff.

In the end they let him see you. Not so nicely shoving you inside the chamber quickly locking up behind you.

He carried you immediately and brought you to bed, mindless brutes! Treating a patient so horribly! No wonder you haven't recovered yet!

What was that? Your alright?-No no no no, He knows you well. You are sick- No buts!!! You will be resting in that bed young lady/young man!

You'll only be able to get up to use the restroom to shower/take a dooky, daily check ups and- damn that's pretty much it.

Don't worry! He'll make sure your never bored during your stay!

He will make sure your comfortable in bed, that one star pillow well be replaced with a softer one from his Doctors bag. He will read whatever books he has to offer in his chamber or will Recite you poems that he himself made for you.

Fuck you wanna sleep with a lullaby he'll also do that. You'll be hearing the most soothing songs he has heard during his time exploring Europe. Your mind filled with the most beautiful melodies

Any paper work staff try to give you will go back untouched, he'll make sure not to tell you so you don't stress about it.

"Don't worry Dear they were just asking how you've been" a small little inoffensive white lie. No harm done!

Now let us imagine if you were sick with something incredible hard to cure? Just like, let's say the pestilence?

Well... There is nothing much more left to say other than you will be brought to his cell but met with a very much different approach...

408 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

SCP INCOHERENT QUOTES

*Cue calming morning music*

*Able sleeping in peace in his room, finally letting his guard down*

Y/n: Pass it over here

035: Here

*Passes another red cup*