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Loyal Knight 1

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 4.5k words ┊ Fluff + Hurt/comfort *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist | Part 2 *ೃ༄

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I DON'T WRITE FOR MONTHS AND I REREAD MY OLD DOTTORE FICS AND IM SUDDENLY OBSESSED WITH HIM AGAIN. I WILL RECLAIM THE TITLE OF HOUSE OF SOFT DOTTORE. a long one to make it up to yall ,, but i have to cut it into 2 parts bc its too long LMAO <3 also inspired by @fatuismooches's dottore fics, they're too good

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, injuries, blood, mentions of lots of scars, experiments, and death, dottore and reader r both crazy, obsessiveness/possessiveness from both parties

i. foolishness

Peaceful and quiet are the words that describe the small village where you spent your childhood. Nothing ever happened in your village. There were no attacks from the monsters that lurked outside the lands, no arguments between neighbors, and crimes rarely occurred. People freely walked outside without a sense of fear in their hearts.

It was incredibly boring, to say the least.

Not a single form of entertainment has occurred since you came into existence, and the village will continue to be boring unless you depart as soon as possible. Playing with other children can only do so much to quell your thirst for adventure, to swing a sword— a real one, not the wooden sword your mother gave you— and finally experience the thrill of a battle, be it against a monster or a fellow adventurer. The itch for excitement consumes you, and you realize that this insignificant village will never fulfill your desires.

That is until you met him.

The sun was beginning to set among the tall trees of the forest, concealing itself within the deep shades of green from numerous leaves. However, it still managed to blind your eyes as beams of light peeked through the forest's lush trees. In your hand, you gripped a real weapon, though smaller than a sword, perfectly suited to your tiny hands. The weight was light enough for you to hold it upright with ease. It was your father's dagger, kept hidden in a chest that your parents believed you would never discover, let alone open. Yet, little did they know that your burning desire for an adventure would defy all odds.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, your eyes were drawn to the sight of smoke a few paces away from your position, casting subtle hints of orange onto the surrounding trees. Fire.

Could someone be camping out there? It seemed likely, and your heart skipped a beat at the thought of encountering another adventurer. A smile emerged on your lips as you suppressed your excitement, crouching down to stealthily approach the camp.

To your dismay, it wasn't what you had hoped for. Instead of encountering another adventurer, you found yourself overlooking a small Hilichurl camp nestled beneath the edge of the cliff where you stood. It was a rather underwhelming sight. If you could recall correctly, it was a mission your father discussed with your mother. This Hilichurl camp posed no real threat. Despite a posted mission to eliminate it, no one had bothered to undertake the task, mainly because the camp was so weak that the rewards offered were hardly worth the effort.

Nevertheless, even at the young age of six, you possessed the understanding to recognize that what might be considered weak for seasoned adventurers was still stronger than you—a battle-hungry kid. Perfect! Excitement surged through your veins as the thought of battling real monsters with your father's dagger filled your mind. But before you could proceed any further, your attention was caught by a nearby bush. The Hilichurl seemed oblivious, but you were certain you saw it tremble ever so slightly...

To your astonishment, a person of your own age crouched behind the bush, clearly hiding from the Hilichurl. Recognition immediately hit you as soon as you laid your eyes upon the kid's teal curls, the gloves on his hands that you never saw him without, and the prominent scowl on his face, sharp teeth poking out for view.

It was none other than Zandik, the child who was often subjected to rumors and whispers in the village. The other kids labeled him as a 'weirdo' due to his disinterest in playing outside like children of his age and his lack of enthusiasm for socializing. You've heard your grandparents curse Zandik behind his back, talking about being a heretic at such a young age and conducting 'weird' experiments on live animals or machinery.

He was an oddity to your village, that's something you'd agree amongst the numerous rumors about him. But he certainly spiced up your boring life in the village. You've tried speaking to him a couple of times but to no avail, getting shut down faster than you can think. Despite this, you discerned that he was just an introverted kid with unusual interests. What was so wrong about that?

Still, what was he doing in the middle of the forest? Doesn't he hate being outside— wait, why is he creeping closer to the Hilichurl camp!? Without hesitation, you swiftly lunged toward the bush, attempting to maintain as much stealth as possible, and managed to tackle the boy to the ground. Your hands moved swiftly to cover Zandik's mouth, predicting his enraged cries. Fortunately, due to his smaller stature, you easily pinned him down.

"Hey, hey- calm down!" You whispered, trying to maintain your grip on him despite his excessive squirming and weak punches "It's just me! I live a few houses down yours!" Still, that didn't subdue the furious boy, scarlet eyes glaring right at you as he dug his sharp teeth onto the tender flesh of your hands.

Biting back a scream of pain, you glared back at him with the same caliber and got off of him, holding your poor hand that was on the brink of getting bitten off by your crazy neighbor. Zandik regained composure, showing pure disdain at you and at his dirtied clothes, before pointing an accusing finger at you. "How dare you attack me!? You wretched vermin! Who do you think you are for laying your hands on me!" He spat, rubbing at his skin restlessly as if attempting to rid himself of an imagined filth.

"I-I wasn't-" You cleared your throat as you scooted away from him, giving him much-needed space, and raised your hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I must've startled you. I wasn't gonna attack you, I just... acted without thinking..." The boy's eyes just narrowed at you when you hastily explained yourself to him, voicing out your concern for his safety being so close to a Hilichurl camp. Understandably so, he seemed unconvinced by your words.

"Well, there's no need for you to play the role of a 'knight in shining armor', thinking you're saving me from harm." The boy scoffed, rolling his ruby eyes as he heeds you no mind once more, already over with this senseless conversation. "I am perfectly capable of handling this situation on my own, without anyone's assistance. So kindly run along and refrain from uttering another word to me ever again."

Yet you spoke anyways.

"Whuh- but you have no weapon. How are you going to fight those Hilichurls?"

Another roll of his eyes— don't you listen to a word he says? He grumpily huffed at your stubbornness, "I had no intention of engaging in a fight with them. I merely had a need for something that happened to be in their camp."

You arched a brow. "They'll attack you on sight."

"I am aware."

"Okay, then how are you going to get it then?"

Before Zandik could utter a word, a Hilichurl emerged from the bush, startling the two of you. Out of instinct, you grabbed the collar of Zandik's shirt and pulled him back, narrowly evading the swing of the Hilichurl's club. You were quick to pull out the dagger from the hilt when Zandik stopped you, a wide, toothy grin on his lips.

Something metallic emerged from the ground, ensnaring the Hilichurl that tried to pursue you both, only to perish from the electric shocks that surged through the contraption, rendering the creature unconscious within mere seconds.

"Traps..." You muttered under your breath, amazed at the machine you'd never seen before, glancing at the boy beside you. He had this crazed glint in his eyes as he relished his accomplishment. "I see, guess you really didn't need my help."

Somehow, you were more shocked to see the boy look so smug, crossing his arms at you as if to say 'I told you so'. But of course, things don't always go according to plan. Danger has a way of creeping up on unsuspecting, vulnerable sheep in the wild.

Hilichurls residing inside the small tent near the campfire emerged, their anger palpable as they confronted the sight of their fallen comrade and the presence of two children. Judging by Zandik's expression, he hadn't considered the possibility of more Hilichurls being present. And truth be told, you hadn't either. It seemed both of you had underestimated the situation, assuming there was only one Hilichurl in the camp.

"So," You began, positioning yourself in front of Zandik. You thought you saw his hands tremble at the threatening growls of the Hilichurls about to attack him, but whether it was just a delusion or if it was real, you didn't mention it to him. "How about I finally take the role of the knight and shining armor?"

Zandik still found it in himself to glare at you once more. "I-I can handle this on my own-"

You ignored the slight shake in his voice. "Can you fight?" The Hilichurls took a step forward, hissing and growling louder. When Zandik stayed silent behind you, you merely shot him a smile. "Thought so. Let me protect you then!"

That made him frown. You? Protect him? Of all people? He was well aware that the villagers would rejoice upon hearing news of him, the so-called freak, being attacked by monsters in some unknown location. Why would you bother exerting the effort to 'save' him when you could easily turn your back and abandon him to face the situation alone?

Zandik refused to express his confusion though.

"You are not gaining anything in return from this, you vermin."

With a sharp laugh and a shake of your head, you raise your dagger. "Sure, I didn't expect anything anyways." Giving him a wink, it was now your turn to smile, even as your enemies closed in on you. "I'm your knight in shining armor, after all!"

ii. friendship

It was merely transactional at first.

Well, for Zandik at least. You believed that the two of you were friends after you've graciously 'saved' him from the rest of the Hilichurls that attacked you both. You were especially convinced by your own imagination when Zandik took it upon himself to patch you up from your injuries.

"To avoid suspicion," He told you, his displease was seemingly permanently etched on his expression as he put a bandaid on your cheek. "They will ask where you got your injuries from, and your mouth will blurt out the truth before you have a chance to think. I'm doing this for my own sake, to save myself from further humiliation." Though, Zandik knew that you thought otherwise if the big, dopey smile on your face wasn't telling enough.

Zandik only tolerated your presence out of convenience. He would never openly admit, especially not to you, that without your combat skills and knowledge, he wouldn't have made it out without injuries. After several days of deep contemplation, he finally proposed an agreement of sorts that would benefit both parties to you.

As long as you would provide him with your assistance for his projects, whether it involved acquiring necessary items, fighting monsters, sneaking into your grandfather's workshop, purchasing supplies (he was considerate enough to give you his allowance), or even just gathering plants during your walks outside. In return, he would help you stay out of trouble. He quickly learned that your parents would ground you if they found out about any reckless actions (you once pushed a kid into a lake to 'teach him how to swim' and you've been grounded for a week ever since).

You would tease him for this, reminding him of the words he once told you.

"You are not gaining anything in return from this, you vermin."

And Zandik would always counter it with a fierce glare, then say, "You can't be of use if you're stuck inside your house. If you want to be... 'friends' with me, then it's essential that you listen to what I tell you," It's hard not to giggle whenever he says that word with such disgust.

He might have taken you for a fool, believing that you were easily swayed by his words. However, deep down, he always had a lingering suspicion that you were merely humoring him, following along with his plans for your own hidden intentions. Despite that, he didn't see it as a significant threat to himself, considering that your compliance and patience had not caused any real harm so far.

As the years went by, Zandik's initial hostility and indifference towards you gradually transformed. From pushing you away when you get too close, straight up insulting you, or merely ignoring your very existence, to allowing brief physical contact, bringing him outside for trivial activities such as watching the sunset or having a picnic, and taking your words of criticism into consideration.

Truly, he did his best to keep you away from him, giving you dangerous tasks to somehow scare you off, but you only took this as a challenge, your physical prowess growing more day by day. In a way, he unwittingly became a catalyst for your growth. It doesn't help that you've shown genuine interest in his studies. It was an unexpected and intriguing dynamic that kept drawing him closer to you, even as he tried to maintain his distance.

The way your eyes would sparkle in wonder whilst you read his notes, or watch him tinker with whatever he was working on had an unexpected effect on Zandik. It made him feel a sense of warmth in his chest, an odd feeling of pride for managing to captivate and awe you.

Since when did he start feeling that...? No matter, it's not much of a big deal.

Zandik's attempts to deny you even a sliver of satisfaction by withholding his attention were in vain. You had a knack for asking thought-provoking questions that ignited a buzzing curiosity in his mind, questions that were too intriguing to be left unanswered.

Once, he would bury his nose in books whenever you were around, hoping to ignore your presence until you eventually went away like the pest he saw you as. But now?

Closing his book upon your grandiose entrance to his bedroom, he raised a brow at your current predicament. "You look awful." That was an understatement. You had a black eye, your clothes were tattered and blood dripped down your nose. He could also spot the subtle limp with the way you walked.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, "I did something stupid." That was all you said, too tired and hurt to quip back at him. With an annoyed sigh, Zandik stood up from his bed and went toward his drawer to grab the medicine kit inside. "Some kids found our usual spot and trashed it... Decided to give 'em a beating cuz of it." Zandik narrowed his eyes at your words and you gave him a half-hearted smile. "I hit 'em with the scabbard."

"You always do something stupid." He scowls, takes a seat beside you, and began to patch up your injuries. "There was no need for you to attack them; they might end up telling your parents about it later. Besides, we can always find a different spot."

Completely ignoring everything else he said, you brightened up against his touch. "So you do pay attention to me!"

Zandik glares at you, shaking his head. "Don't twist my words, you buffoon."

You merely laughed out loud, throwing your head back as your shoulders shook, only to be cut off with a yelp when Zandik presses his finger on a bruise on your arm. "Do not misconstrue our association as having any significance. It is purely beneficial for the both of us, and I harbor no sense of concern or attachment towards you." Zandik hissed.

Despite his digging nails onto your bruise, you chose to bear the pain and gave him a thoughtful look instead. "Mhm, is that why you took out your medicine kit even though I haven't asked you to patch me up?" You queried, tilting your head at the amusing sight of Zandik pausing for a moment, staring at his hands that held bandaids and rubbing alcohol.

"Or when I get too close to a plant that could kill me, you'd stop me and tell me how dangerous it is when I could always step on it and get whatever sickness from it, just so you could try and cure me?"

Zandik pursed his lips at that. He didn't even think of that... Why didn't he...?

You find this hilariously satisfying, so you continued. "I've been hanging out with you for a few years now, I think I'm confident to understand some shit that goes through your head. You could easily get rid of me since you can defend yourself, better than we first met, but yet here I am, inside your room, sitting on your bed." And as if you're victorious, you placed your hands on your hips, puffing out your chest. "In conclusion, we are best friends!"

For the first time in his brief existence, Zandik found himself at a loss for words. He couldn't refute the undeniable truths you presented, backed by compelling evidence that could surpass any hypothesis he could conjure. He was unable to distance himself from you as effortlessly as he once did.

What is this...? Is this what they truly called friendship? A companion who would place unwavering trust in him? Zandik couldn't help but recognize the subtle rhythm of his heartbeat whenever you were in close proximity, or the way his fingers involuntarily twitched at the sound of your laughter or the sight of your smile...

What a load of shit.

The boy rolled his eyes, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, indulge in your fantasies. You are simply a tool of convenience to me."

You couldn't have expected less. You weren't hurt by what he said, you're far more used to harsher words. But you know that you've hit him right where you wanted, seeing the boy fuming where he sat, but you'll drop it for now. You can always prod and tease him in the future.

With a bright smile that made Zandik more confused about his emotions, you let it go. "Right right, of course."

iii. familiarity

From the moment Zandik met you, you became a constant presence in his memories. You stuck by his side like some parasite, annoying him to no end but still proved yourself to be a companion worthy of praise. Strangely enough, you were obedient to him mostly, as if your world began to revolve around him.

So when he was exiled from the village, it came as no surprise to find you faithfully by his side, watchful for pursuers, hand on your sword's hilt.

Zandik had no choice but to let you follow him to the Akademiya and include you in his plans. As long as he remained in control and you willingly played the role of his complaint 'knight', he had little reason to complain. Though Zandik was sure you were going to be a thorn by his side, now that you've also decided to be his roommate.

As to why you were adamant about living in the same space as he does, "You'll die before you can even reach your goals. You can't cook for shit, forget to sleep, and the only way you'll do any of your chores is if they're starting to irritate you or get in your way." You confidently declared, earning an expected glare from Zandik.

"So you'll be the housekeeper of our dorm," he snarkily remarked, crossing his arms as he suspiciously eyed you. Your growing smile only confirmed his skepticism that you were up to something. "Is that what you want? Then go be someone else's housekeeper."

Rarely did his words offend you, but this time, you unexpectedly sighed, your smile losing a bit of its spirit. Your reaction caught Zandik off guard, but he never brought it up. Nevertheless, you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, poking at his cheek to piss him off even more. "Nah, you're not getting rid of me that easily." You chuckle when he swatted your hand away from his face, "Jus' wanna be of service of you, I guess."

Zandik couldn't help but scoff. How long were you going to cling to that foolish agreement the two of you had when you were children? He was already capable enough to go on on his own, and you've always had the freedom to do anything you pleased. And yet, Zandik never once told you to leave, nor did he provide any reason for you to depart from his side

True to your words, you did most of the housework of your own volition, nor did you voice out any complaint. In fact, you quite enjoyed it. Doing laundry, cooking, cleaning the house, throwing the random person you've kidnapped for blood samples in a random alley— while Zandik himself kept himself cooped up in your shared bedroom, slaving himself in whatever he was currently working on.

You still did whatever task Zandik has given you and allow you to contribute more and more to his projects, though you had to remind Zandik repeatedly that, while he was at the Akademiya, not to learn, but take advantage of its benefits (like a good workspace for him and abundant sources if Zandik ever sought knowledge on a certain topic), he was still required to attended classes.

Other than a few problems here and there, living together felt increasingly natural for both of you. Zandik couldn't deny that a sense of closeness had developed between you since you started sharing the same living space. It wasn't as bothersome as he originally thought. It was actually... Nevermind.

You placed a plate of his favorite meal onto the less cluttered side of his desk, as well as a piping hot cup of coffee, even though the clock just struck 12 AM. You knew Zandik would refuse to get a wink of sleep as long as his paperwork was unfinished. He didn't even spare you a glance, merely grabbed the cup of coffee and began to sip while his other hand never ceased its precise and fluid movements as he continued to write. Nothing was bound to break his concentration.

Letting out a small yawn, you gently placed down the bag full of supplies that Zandik needed to complete his current project onto his bed, before kicking off your shoes and climbing onto the top bunk. "I've got everything you needed. I also explored some ruins like you asked and jotted down anything interesting I found on paper." His writing briefly paused, his clothes rustled, and a faint hum of acknowledgment reached your ears. A smile formed on your lips as you peered down at him from above.

"You're lucky we have the same classes since we're in the same Darshan, so I also wrote you notes. It's not like I think you won't catch up, but I thought I'd just spare you the effort of trying to pay attention in class, so you can go ahead and keep doing your personal work."

You watched him momentarily stop his writing to stretch his back, popping his joints, before scarfing down the meal you've cooked just for him. "How thoughtful of you." He quipped, his own way of expressing gratitude, you've liked to think.

But of course, would it truly be a normal day without your drama?

"I know right, I am thoughtful." You said with a swoon onto your bed, dramatically sighing and expressing your woes.

You could basically feel him roll his eyes at your antics. "My, you are unbelievably humble." Zandik sarcastically remarked,

"Oh, just what would you do without me?" You teased, and you intended to leave it off from there, exhaustion weighing your bones. It was just one statement really, but you didn't expect him to cease his relentless scribbling. You raise your head and peered once more at Zandik's hunched form.

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't have made much progress in all of my projects, considering you've always taken care of obtaining my supplies and other necessities," he admitted, putting down his pen and leaning back in his chair, lost in thought. "You've grown smart enough to provide actual solid feedback, even giving me opinions when I hit dead ends. You've proven yourself to be quite useful as my assistant."

You clicked your tongue. "What a charmer."

"Though, even without you, I could still make progress. It wouldn't take me long to solve the problem of acquiring my own supplies and resources." He added, which you pouted at.

"Wow, you had me fooled by a second there. Thought you'd want me to stay by your side."

Zandik raised a curious brow at that. "You've always had the choice either do as you pleased and leave me. It's clear that I don't care much for you." You held back a laugh at that declaration, shaking your head in amusement. "I never asked you to come with me, you were the one who followed me here of your own accord. I was the only one who was exiled between the two of us. But you insisted, even going as far as raising your sword against your own parents just to be by my side."

Without much thought, you simply shrugged at that. You eyed your sword that sat at the corner of your room, eyes trailing each intricate design of its scabbard. "I just did what my heart told me."

Zandik scoffed at that, finally tilting his head up to where you looked down at him, an unimpressed expression on his face. "The heart is merely responsible for pumping oxygenated blood throughout the body. It is the brain that you should listen to."

You barked out a laugh, your eyes getting heavy, but you refused to close your eyes just yet. "Hah, if I start listening to my brain, then I wouldn't be me! Besides, I do use my brain!"

He didn't seem convinced at all, snorting at the notion. "Oh? When? I don't recall a single moment that you have." A small smirk formed on his lips as he saw you glaring at him.

"When I fight! I'm a pretty good strategist."

The silence between you grew more tense than you would have liked, as you found yourself staring into Zandik's scarlet eyes for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he broke the silence and admitted, in defeat,

"... I suppose you're right."

You let out a gasp at his words, a wide grin spread across your face as you quickly retrieved your notepad from your pocket. "Another mark for the 'agreement tally'!" You exclaimed, visibly delighted by the turn of events.

You cheered loudly, prompting an exasperated groan from Zandik at the sight of that dreaded notepad, and opted to return to his paperwork. "Unbelievable," he muttered quietly, focusing completely on the task at hand, already being held back for long enough.

Yet, he couldn't help but bite his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling.

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marksbear · 2 years

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Cry, no Tony Stark requests? Saaaaaaddddd. How about Tony Stark x Idiot Twink Healer boi (maybe a poly with Spidey or perhaps healer boi is a sugar baby??) (Could be dirty haha, up to ya, bro)

Well Anon you are the first person in my blog to ever request Tony stark thank you for requesting! Im going to do sfw headcaons plus nsfw! And headcaons with sugar baby

Hope you enjoy it! A/n= Age name! but for the sake of this fic young 20s!

TONY STARK X IDIOT TWINK READER

🤖 He was beyond shocked when he founded out you were the healer of the team. I mean he was so surprised. You didn't look like you belonged in the Avengers he really thought someone brought their younger brother to work.

🤖 When Nick gives you a proper welcoming Tony was the first to ask how old are you. "I'm twenty two!" (or A/n but the reader has to be in his young twenties)

🤖 Tony wasn't the only one who was wondering about your age since he heard other gasp in the room.

🤖 "But everyone Y/n will just help yall with only the missions I choose for him. Since he is way too young to be going out there with y'all and he doesn't have too much experience fighting aliens like Spiderman. So Stark he's under your care.

🤖 At first he thought you were gonna be a pain in his ass like Peter and he was far from wrong. You were far from a genius like Peter some may even call you dumb.

🤖 "So thats your heart? Can I hear it beep please? Or does it race when you see someone you like?" You ask him looking at his chest with no shame.

🤖 Thats when he realized your gonna be a handful.

🤖 He always finds you with Hulk or Thor. Since Hulk is an idiot like you y'all two click instantly even Bruce is only mad for a while you found your ways to enjoy Hulk's loud and dumb presence

🤖 With Thor hes always injured from his mission so you see him in the medbay quite often so you make an effort to know him more. One time Tony walked in the medbay seeing you on Thor lap listening to his stories as you clean up his wound.

🤖 Since that incident with Thor. Tony never lets you out of his sight when y'all two aren't even dating yet

🤖 He always ask Nick how the hell did you become a healer when you sometimes forget how to add some easy numbers or when you forget your avenger and you get paid a whole LOT and you ask to borrow some money from others.

🤖 Thats actually how he founded out you were a sugar baby. One day him and Nat went to a cafe just to hangout when they saw you with two men times your age. One of them had envelopes with cash in them sliding you one every once in a while as you talked to the other man.

🤖 They watch you like a hawk across the whole cafe. They see the man you're talking to and place his hand on your inner thigh too close to your crotch and kiss your cheek bye. As he leave the other man he was with hands you the rest of envelopes kissing your forehead bye.

🤖 You check the envelops making sure its all of the money before stuffing all of them in your bag paying the check before leaving.

🤖 Before you could leave Nat pulls you by your arm sitting you down at her table. "Oh. Hi Mr Stark! I just finished reading the math book you gave me!" "That's good, but we have a question." Tony says gesturing to him and Nat. "What is it?" "Who were those guys you were just sitting with?" Nat asks not pressuring Y/n. "That's my sugar daddy Ben with his husband! Great couple." The two freeze and spare each other a look. "Lets finish this conversation at Stark tower'" Nat says paying for the bill.

🤖 Tony takes you into his room sitting you down on the bed ask he sits on a chair across the room. "What do they want from a young guy like you?" Tony asks with a hint of jealousy. "Mostly company. But sometimes group sex. They pay extra if I let them double penetrate me." Y/n answers way too honestly having no dignity to hide anything.

🤖 "Y/n why do you need the money if your Avenger?" Stark asks.

"Well because i'm a part time avenger y'know? Nick knows my parents well and promised to protect me no matter what. That's why I never go on big missions with y'all... Most action I got on the field was trying to calm down Hulk. Kinda sucks. So I don't get paid like all of you." The room became silent until Y/n says something again.

"Its not that bad. I get to help all of you and it makes my day better. But i'm a sugar baby so I just have food and water and money for clothes and extra things. Lots of people tell me they would pay to fuck me or just pay to spend time with me. So why not net them."

"Be my sugar baby."

"Wha?"

🤖 Y'all's relationship was strictly sugar baby and daddy sometimes more like friends with benefits. He didn't ban you from seeing other people just gave you rules. Like no more fucking they can only watch you fuck yourself or touch yourself. He grew possessive of you always marking your neck just in case another sugar mommy or daddy tries to make you theirs.

🤖 The thing that changed your little agreement when you gotten to badly injured you might had died. It was supposed to be a simple day watch when you got attacked by powerful villains and almost found dead. You were able to take them down but almost got yourself killed.

🤖 You gotten lectures from everyone in the team even Thor lectured you and Nick was busting your balls. But no lecture compared to Stark's. One minute he was going off on you about being safe and prepared next minute you two are naked making love.

🤖 Yes making love.

🤖 It wasn't your guys typical fuck and quickey. No this time everything was emotional. The kisses lasted, the gentleness with every thrust, the long lasting words of affirmation. This time Tony helped Y/n to see he was more than just a sugar baby. This time the sex meant something deeply to the other.

🤖 A few days after that was a bit awkward for the both of you. Nick even gave Tony the longest talk about what he would he to do him if he breaks your little dumb heart. Finally the both of you get officially together and Tony is quick to show you off to the world posting and talking about you with every chance he gets.

🤖 Sometimes you'll forget your dating and asks people is he single like your drunk or something but your completely serious and sober.

🤖 "Hey is Ironman single I have a crush on him and I wanna ask him out..." You ask Hawkeye and he gives you "are you serious look."

THE END!

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qwesty-030 · 1 year

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hello ASP fandom

I’ve been lingering on the ASP tag for a while bc I wanted to find ppl that like the book as much as i do. I’ve seen all the beautiful fanart and whatnot. and I wanna thank yall bc I’ve been inspired to make my own post ✨! I too shall contribute to the ASP fandom too bc tumblr is the only place i can find an active asp fandom🧍

thank you and have a nice day

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so uhm these are my designs for Finny and Gene. I drew these back when I started reading A Separate Peace in my high-school sophomore year. They’re pretty old drawings. At the time, I only drew these just to have some faces to put a name on (to help me visualize easier idk)

Well fast forward, my class finished reading ASP and I have been an ASP addict ever since.

okay im going to word vomit now

okay erm thought process of these designs:

Finny-

i tried to make him as book accurate at possible but ngl i actually i thought he was a red head before i looked up what he actually looked like. I genuinely wouldve believed he was a red head if i didnt looked it up (yes im referring to the ppl propagating redhead finny)

i gave him very sharp features and a somewhat messy hairstyle to symbolize his wild nature but also neat enough to get him by in school.

His shirt usually untucked or hastily put on. Most times he has his coat off or unbuttoned

he has some freckles and moles too YAY

Gene-

made him the most basic looking guy with the most basic features: black hair and brown eyes (okay ik his hair looks blue and u can barely see his brown eyed but i was limiting myself on colors GSSSYSHDHHSHA )

ofc i HAD to make him the complete opposite of Finny. His features are more squarish and rounder. because he always does random 90° angles out of nowhere

his hair is more neat and put together compared to Finny’s. It’s very structured to be square shaped. i like to think he uses a little bit of gel but it’s not a tight slickback. he lets his hair go loose bc he wants to follow Finny’s footsteps and be wild and free too 🤩🤩 yet he can’t help but follow the standard of having a neat slick hair and ofc follow school dresscode 🤷‍♀️

his fit is also more put together. he always makes sure his tie is neat and his coat is buttoned up most times

i gave him a mole :)

this was a fun one to make cuz he literally never describes himself in the book💀💀 i find that really interesting tho. perhaps it was on purpose so readers can relate to Gene more by emotion and not feel distanced by physical features

(yea i obviously put in a lot more thought into Gene’s design than Finny’s)

(i still love them both tho)

FUN FACTS YES THERE’S MORE:

honestly thought Finny was a latino and/or hispanic cuz of his tan skin. (im well aware white ppl can look tan and not be a hispanic but also hispanics and latinx could also look pale white i was lowkey a little ignorant back then 💀.) idk maybe he could have some hispanic blood 🤷‍♀️

do not mind the messiness and low quality, i did this in the dead of night on a note-taking app called Notability

that last note may sound absolutely unrelated BUT WAIT! I actually have a whole stock of ASP Notability doodles! More to come!! maybe…

if i feel like it…….

we’ll see

their hairstyles and clothing are based on actual 1940s styles :D it’s my favorite thing about their design especially their hair. it was fun researching and incorporating historical trends

the chair Gene is sitting on is supposed to be the Early American chair from Finny’s house! I did not put any effort into the chair whatsoever 😀

although i gave Finny short hair, I’ve come to see how good long hair Finny is

Yup that’s all for now. Thank you all who stopped by. It’s so nice meeting u guys!!

#a separate peace #gene forrester #finny asp #hm yes good book must read #is this how tumblr works #asp #i just need to channel out my feelings for this book like ong #are u supposed to put spaces in tumblr tags?#dont kill me this is my first time posting on tumblr 💀#OH MY GOODNESS THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I DIDNT SAVE MY DRAFTS #dreedraws

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yooniesim · 11 months

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I don't like to share financial struggles on here but, I have always made a point of being transparent as possible too. So let me tell yall frankly. I am 1-2 months away from not being able to pay any of my bills including rent. the new medication I have to switch to bc of the national shortage is $182 per month. I don't know how im going to afford it. The one i switched to already and have been paying for has had no effect at all. I have had doctor's visits every few weeks for various health issues since March and no insurance since January. My student loans have unpaused and I have been paying them for several months now. I was laid off from one of my jobs this year and the other was paused when my family member I was caregiving for passed away. I have another caregiving job now but it doesn't pay nearly enough for all my bills, medical expenses, and food. I am in the red every month and what I have saved will not last much longer.

Regardless of all this, I still do not paywall my cc, even early access, and I do not ask for donations. I took up curseforge because it seemed like a good place to host my files, and then was pleasantly surprised by the small amount of money I was able to get from it every month or so. This money doesn't even touch my expenses and will not even be enough to pay for my meds anymore. It ranges from $50-200 over the course of several months depending if I am active enough to post any cc or not. Any of you that are independent know that this is nothing in terms of the current cost of living. I haven't even received my payment from last month yet and as soon as I do it is already spent. If I had any leeway at all, I would have already deleted my cc from there, but the gravity of the situation right now is... extremely high. If I deleted it now, I probably wouldn't even get the money I already earned there, as it is still in process. And I cannot risk that. What i can do is not upload anything new to their website in the meantime. But I cannot delete my old uploads.

I have spent most of my life being vocal about social justice issues. I have donated very often to the causes i cared about, spoken to people both irl and online to raise awareness despite being in an area where it is dangerous to do so, done volunteer work, and hosted fundraising efforts. Much of my breath over the past weekend was spent talking about Palestine. It is not that I do not care about this issue- far from it. I've lost a lot of sleep trying to figure out what to do about this. It's not easy trying to weigh the impact of a boycott against your own well being. Especially getting conflicting info on whether or not Overwolf is actually supporting the IDF or just victims of the terrorist attacks as they say. It's all complicated, confusing, and heartbreaking. And even so, I am boycotting in the terms of not uploading new stuff to there and offering alternate download links for my old stuff. And when I am able, I will eliminate curseforge completely. But I hope this helps anyone understand why it's not gone immediately and what my current perspective is.

#ceci speaks #nonsims #text

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avidaraku · 8 months

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Hi!!!! ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

welcome to my pinned post I honestly still dont know what to do with my blog like ever but still :) nice stuff. This blog contains whatever the fuck I reblog, including fandom and 18+ stuff - I do not tag my porn reblogs so if you're following me for fandom things, this is an all in one blog bc i do what i want <3 you are warned! leave if you dislike my beloved freak blog

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just be nice and kind babygirls, that's all i ask of <3 human decency lets go!!!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

my ao3 account is https://archiveofourown.org/users/Daimashiko :) I like writing porn, my brain is constantly on khr mode :) I also never have any consistent name for my accounts, so thats also why my names are different. Hi to any discord friends who know me from well, discord <3 im sure u guys are familiar with my socials in this case

TAGS. ─=≡Σ((( つ＞＜)つ／(＞×＜)＼

#my art (very self explanatory I am not a creative person with names?? sorryyyyy - i also considered making my art tag into artvidaraku but like. thats too much effort jklsjgkldKJDF:SJ:JKL:JK:LDG ;;)

#khr (that is my main fandom ofc <333 - overlaps with my art but also other people's khr stuff so haha... its a mess but oh well)

#poll (i like answering them! or just reblogging polls i wanted to volunteer in but its too late </3)

#lotta tags (i tend to comment a lot in tags but these are the ones where i usually write like. a lot of commentary to the point im like ohhhh i should tag this right? curious if anyone's ever went through them but also i've never talked abt these things so. oopsssss <3 - lot of it is kinda sad / depressing but usually i am pretty reflective. kinda?)

#animals (self explanatory. i love me some fucking creatures. respect nature babygirls i adore them fellas <3)

#tumblr classic (i love getting to see the classics / things i'd personally consider a classic on my feed)

#fandom (this one's pretty commonly used! yadda yadda, talks abt fanfic and stuff / sometimes i get disappointed with fandom but that's not new lol)

#fashion (i don't use this as much as I should be?? but if you want to check out what i think is fun / a vibe <3)

#avidarecs (****i literally just made this on impulse so there's not much rn but i want to share more of my recs for things in general! fandom / songs / whatever other thing comes to mind?***// will probably be rarely used? but you never know~)

there might be more tags I haven't included but from the top of my head this is it?? Might add more, i have no clue. But anyways back to my other interests and what I'm into!

media i like: khr (its number one bc i am unable to pry reborn's hands on my stupid silly little soul so i cannot escape even if i wanted to), slay the princess + scarlet hollow (games made by the same studio. i love the art and vibes sooo much and also the fanart is sooo beautiful), Jenna Marbles (i've been obsessed w her stuff recently and I hope she's having a good time w her dogs and Julien :), kpop (honestly its only just loona bc im tired and feel old as fuck despite only being in my 20s so i am not gonna get into another thing lol), and sanrio!!! i love my melody she's a cutie patootie <3

-probably more stuff I like but this post would be a lot longer

I'm certain its obvious but I am a proshipper (also i am always in rarepair hell girl HELP. but also i will chain myself to that random mix of characters without prompting. ah....), if you don't like proshippers, leave my page and block me <3

But anyways my fav tropes (i definitely have more i just cant think of them but in general im chill with lots of stuff!)

incest (i am so fr when i say somehow i always revolve around incest ships they're just soooo good. my brain is absolutely destroyed in favor of tasty fucking food. shout out to incest shippers you guys rock luv yall :3)

age gap / size difference (these tropes are lovers and they're already fucking each other within one yard of each other. good fucking food yk?)

any toxic/problematic food (necro + lolisho rights!!!) in general. i am just. yeahhhhhhhhhhh MMMM LOAD THAT SHIT UP. i also have very little memory but still whatever

genderbend - i know it's a dwindling trope in popularity but there is nothing better than mindlessly turning a guy chara into a girl like wow..... so hot.... <3 this has also been a long time trope i've adored and i'll probably never stop using it bc its just that good for me <3 mmm. girls. cute.

monsterfucker stuff is great! (does this include animal hybrids? im going to include it with that soooo)

i think this is enough, but also before you go explore whatever maze my blog is in bc i cant be bothered enough by my blog, i will also reblog things in tandem to politics / real world things (I support Palestine <3). Am American. Am Mess. But I hope the world is kinder even just a little bit more. This world is cruel, but I hope we can continue to offer each other support and love, even when times are harrowing as always.

(っ ᵔ◡ᵔ)っ have a hug/kiss!!!! (i like gifs hehe)

#get to know me #it feels weird updating this post bc i originally made this pinned post on a whim just to tell ppl abt my ao3 lol #has a lot more details than i thought but i think this showcases my personality pretty well! probably? <3 #i do whatever the fuck on this blog. if u follow me i dont know why you're here but i appreciate u anyways

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revvethasmythh · 1 year

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You know. At one point I wished people in the Crit Role fandom outside of an occasional follower and my friends on here interacted with me. Then I see what you and @utilitycaster have to deal with from That One Imodna Person With 17 Alts and Im like Nevermind. Im sorry yall are having to deal with that bullshit. Your Relvin post from like...a week or so ago was a fucking banger of a post and the reason I followed you.

Aw, thanks, this is very sweet! I mean, honestly That Person With A Thousand Alt Blogs has been a known nuisance for a long time (I think I blocked their main account over a year ago? 🎶 It's been a while 🎶). And, annoying as they might be, the persistence and repetition of their points has reached the point of being downright comical, once you look past the name calling and bad attitude and such. The hypocrisy itself is enough to get a chuckle out of me. So I don't take it too seriously.

I do find it interesting that the post I've received the most pushback for ever is that Relvin one (and not just from That One Person). But I'd also made a post about Relvin when we first met him in 48 that got similar responses--the tone of them hasn't changed in 19 episodes. I suppose it's curious how much empathy exists for Liliana and Imogen's attachment to her, whereas there is very little allowance for discussing how lonely and unfortunate Relvin's life has been, or what it was like to raise Imogen alone, or the complexity of if it was the right choice to keep information about Liliana hidden from Imogen in an effort to both protect her and, probably, to protect himself from having to open up old wounds. The downfall of their relationship is deeply tragic for both of them, but in a very human and relatable way. Here's hoping we can all have that discussion one day without jumping down anyone's throat for showing too much empathy to one person and (supposedly) not enough to another!

#asks #punkrockgenasiashton #something something giving leeway to the parent who left and hating the one who stayed something something #i'll unpack that at a later time maybe

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steamstuckdragon · 1 year

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yall have NO IDEA how brainrotten i am about artiking/regicide

allow me to demonstrate. I accidentally wrote a regicide fic in a discord channel and im posting it under the cut

The King has his armor completely stripped. Just one more spear, and the mask will be hers... but the other scavengers have caught up. She has to fight through them first...

but she sees one of the scavengers in the very back of the group turn to scoop up a pair of curious scavenger kits, and quickly take them away to safety. Something about that strikes deep in her heart, and she drops her spear and collapses to her knees, the weight of her actions finally crashing down atop her. She closes her eye tight and silently begs that the first spear kills her quickly...

But nothing pierces her hide. She slowly opens her eye to a strange scene- the scavengers surrounding her, spears pointed, all just barely far enough for her explosive ability to be useless. The King then steps in front of her, burnt and wounded but with a cold look in his eyes. He speaks in slugcat to her- he must have learned it somehow.

"Your crimes are too great for death. You will instead rot in a locked room until the rains finally beat this city into dust."

She's locked away in what must have been some sort of storage room for the Ancients. Vertical slats are carved into the wall to act as a window without letting her escape, and one horizontal slot to give her food. She refuses to eat for the first cycle, but eventually the hunger becomes too great for her to resist. Over the next several cycles, a few scavs visit to shout at her, sometimes through tears, and even though she doesn't understand their words, she hears the pain in their voice, and knows that she is the one that caused it. Some cycles she'd weep openly, other cycles she'd claw at the walls and hiss threateningly at any scav she saw, and others still she'd just sit there, thinking about what she'd done. Those were always the worst. She'd close her eyes, and see only the faces of scavengers she'd killed. Old, young, strong, weak, threatening her, running from her. She truly came to understand what it meant to be not worthy of death.

It was one of those terrible cycles when the King came to visit. Her surprise showed in her face briefly, but didn't last long. He talked in her language, asking if the food was sufficient, if the guards had treated her well. He was very polite, but she didn't respond, didn't even react to any of the questions... except one.

*"Why?"*

And it all comes gushing out. She doesn't even know why, but she tells him everything. Her pups, the toll, the pearl, the leeches... And he listens to it all.

Over hundreds of cycles, he'd occasionally visit. Each time, she talks a little bit more. She doesn't to admit it, but she starts to see him not as an enemy, but a friend- someone she can confide in.

Eventually, they let her out of the cramped cell, forcing her to help in efforts to repair and maintain the city. She goes along willingly- it's back-breaking work, but it takes her mind off of things. The King often oversees her work. They occasionally talk during rest time- mostly just teaching her the scav language. Progress is slow, but time is plentiful. As she learns more, she talks with some of the other workers- some of them prisoners like her, others paid workers. She expects to be shunned, despised, hated. Some of them do. But others, not so much. Some talk briefly about little nothings. Some talk about the work they're doing- exhausting, but rewarding. She feels the same.

The fires of hate in her belly have become nothing but aching embers. Her hate is no longer directed at the scavengers at all- they've been nothing but kind to her, despite all she's done. No, her anger is reflected inwards- how she failed to protect her pups, how she failed to cope with her loss, how she failed to remember why she was fighting, how she failed to complete her mission (or at least get herself killed along the way). The King has begun to enter her cell when they talk, and their talks have gotten longer. Embarrassingly, his words ease her pain. She looks forward to the next time they talk, even though she tells herself that it's ridiculous. He visits more often, too. He seems happier. She rationalizes it as growing prosperity of the scavenger colony- it would be silly to think that the King was enjoying his time with the Red Demon herself.

But despite her reservations, he *is* enjoying himself. He thought it was ridiculous too, but talking with her helps clear his head. He can't help but feel pity for her, but he feels more than that when he watches her work, tirelessly moving stones, spreading mortar, and conversing with those who she had once hated with every fiber of her being. He doesn't want to put a word to that feeling. She must despise him by now. Denying her the warrior's death she wanted, extending her suffering and multiplying it tenfold, forcing her to carry not only the weight of her pups but all the scavengers she slaughtered in her blind, grief-fueled rage.

The Great Cycle marches on. Buildings are saved from collapse, made from unstable ruins to livable homes, working farms, gathering spots. He visits her less and less, but still watches her work. He's obligated to- it is his job to oversee the construction. He could delegate it to another scav, but he doesn't. He hasn't mentioned his feelings to any other soul. He can't- he doesn't understand it himself, how could someone else understand? And so he watches from his perch, eyes following that streak of cherry-red clamber over piles of crumbling brick, help lift stones many times her size, chat with the others as if she were one of them. He smiles a little.

...She misses him. She can't help but scoff at the idea, but it's true. He doesn't visit her cell nearly as often as he once did. Her cell no longer looks so desolate- she's been given a bed of dried plant matter, a pillow of woven cloth, a table to eat at. Gifts of goodwill, rewards for her good behavior. She's thankful for all of it from the bottom of her heart- it makes her feel more real. Almost lets her forget the burden she must carry. The other workers help, too. They're clever, funny, kind. Her nickname- Red Demon- is no longer a term of derision. Her scavenger-speak is almost fluent, now. She's not sure how many cycles it's been- she gave up on keeping track after covering half of one wall of her cell with rows of little vertical nicks. Not that it matters, really. What does matter is the quieting of those burning embers in her gut. The scavengers she'd hurt have forgiven her- those that could, at least. She can't do the same to herself- not yet- but the pain strikes less deeply now.

She's met a few kits. They're cute, energetic, naïve. They remind her of her own pups. She can't stay around them long- the tears start forming in her eyes, and she slips away before they could see her crying. No reason to worry the kits with that.

Despite all the other improvements, her nightmares have been getting worse. Rarely does she see that scavenger toll now, and when she does it's never her pups she sees die. It's always one of the kits, or occasionally a friend from the work sites. Usually, though, she has nightmares about terrible accidents- explosions, collapses, injuries. Sometimes she dreams that she loses control and kills all the scavengers. Sometimes she dreams that they all suddenly turn on her. Sometimes she dreams just being alone at a construction site, carrying loads nobody will place.

She also sees the throne room, rarely. Sometimes she sees herself plunge a spear into the King's heart, sometimes he does the same to her instead. He never looks furious, like he did back then. He always looks sorrowful. Those dreams are always the worst, and she always wakes up with tears on her cheeks. She doesn't mention the nightmares to anyone. There's no reason to. Especially since the King visits so rarely now. Sometimes she dreams up a visit- one of the rare few nights her dreams don't turn dark. Those nights are nice.

A day like any other. A hot day. The sun shines harshly down upon the metropolis. The King takes his perch above the construction site. He hasn't visited her in many cycles. He decides that he will visit her tonight. All is well.

CRACK.

The unmistakable sound of crumbling echoes down the alleys. A loose brick tumbles down from the top of the building the workers are restoring, and nearly strikes one. More terrible noises. The top of the building starts to sag. Scavengers pour from the site in a rush, evacuating to safety. Not all of them make it in time.

RUMBLE, BANG, CRASH!

The building collapses in upon itself and kicks up a massive plume of dust. A pup screams in fear, somewhere. Other voices cry out with them. The King has dismounted his perch, and is helping direct confused scavengers, helping to form order from the chaos. He thinks of her, prays she made it out.

The dust slowly settles. Heads are counted. It takes the rest of the cycle just to get everyone to safety and save whatever wounded they could find. He feels his heart sink as he looks out at the stone-powdered crowd. The Red Demon is nowhere to be seen. Some scavengers theorize that she escaped in the pandemonium, but the King doesn't waste time making theories. The scavengers watch as he drops his mask, rushing out to the rubble, tearing stones aside in the dwindling light of sunset. Seeing their leader, some scavengers join the effort, tired as they are. Others rush to get food and water. The others return to their beds to prepare for the next cycle.

The King struggles to see clearly- his vision is blurred. The dust, he thinks at first. But, as he throws bricks aside and digs into the rubble, he can't help but notice the moisture on some of them, and it gives him pause. He catches his breath, blinks away the tears, wipes his face with a dirty hand, and continues his labor.

That cycle, he and the other rescuers find some of those who were trapped in the building when it fell. Most are already dead. Few are alive, albeit on death's door. The King himself saves a life, but it doesn't give him relief from the weight in his chest. Lanterns are brought out to fill the void the sun has left. He continues to dig.

A stone he lifts has black char on it. He stops, looks at it for a moment. The next stone does, too. He flies into a frenzy, the tears returning again, clawing at the rubble with beaten, bloodied hands. Each rock he throws aside has more black marks. Charring from explosion. It doesn't take long before he sees a hint of red between the stones. He doesn't stop.

Most of the other scavengers have stopped by now. It is quite late, and it would not do any remaining survivors any good if their rescuers were too weak to lift the rocks trapping them. A few remain, but they, too, stop when they hear their King cry out. They rush to his side, ready to free him from whatever mountain of ruin had collapsed atop him, but find no such thing. Instead, they see their powerful King, cradling the bloodied body of the Red Demon in his arms, weeping openly. They can't help but hesitate a bit, but urgency wins out over confusion, and they help him carry the slugcat to safety, to water, to food. The King manages to collect himself enough to be presentable, though he is still visibly distraught. She's still breathing, and a sigh of relief rolls through the small crowd as the King announces it. The chief is surprised by his own sigh.

A little water on her lips, and after a moment of silence where the King felt his heart *stop*... She gasps and coughs out a little dust. The King squeezes her to his chest, tears rolling down his cheeks. The Red Demon, still disoriented and delirious, hugs him right back. A few other scavengers join the embrace as well- other workers from the site, caked in dust but alive.

It takes her a cycle to properly come to. She wakes up in a hastily pitched tent outside the shaman's dwelling, in a bed laid out with other wounded scavengers all around. Her chest stings, her head throbs, her left arm feels numb. The King is assisting the others in digging out any that remain. She tries to get up, managing to stand on shaky legs, but the world around her spins and she lets herself drop back down onto the dried plant fibers before she hurts herself any further. There's a bowl of water at her side, and she drinks the whole bowl rather quickly. While time passes, she talks with her neighbors- mostly asking about the King. They recount the previous cycle's events, and she feels her heart flutter in a way she hadn't felt in a long, long time...

The cycle drags on. The King is one of the last scavengers to leave the rubble. Exhausted, dirty, grieving, content. Every lost soul was found- most dead, some alive. Every life they saved that cycle was a miracle. The older kits run around the medical tent, dispensing food, water, bandages, and company wherever needed. The shaman would certainly have more apprentices once this is all over. Artificer cranes her neck to see through the crowds.

Finally, her savior arrives, with little fanfare. Scavengers thank him as he passes, and he responds in kind, but quickly moves along. She sees him approach and, in her excitement, attempts to stand once more. He uses the last of his strength to run to her side, just in time for her legs to give out. The Red Demon collapses into the arms of the King, and he pulls her close. Their lips meet, in spite of the gasp that rolls through the others around them.

He fusses over her, making sure here needs were all met, her wounds all bandaged. She assures him that she is fine, that her serious wounds were minor, that the bruising discoloring the flesh around her ribs was merely a flesh wound and not the broken bone it clearly was. He can't help but smile. And as the sun slips below the edge of the superstructure's ceiling once more, she locks eyes with him to ask a simple question.

*"Why?"*

And he just smiles.

#rainworld #rain world #rain world shipping #rain world fic #artiking #rain world ship #i am so so very normal about this ship #trust me chat i would never go feral over an enemies to lovers ship that acknowledges the Things She Did and creates love from it anyways

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shower-phantom-ideas · 1 year

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Dash is the biggest douchebag ever, who deserves a good kick in the crotch, held at gunpoint and shot on the spot. Same for that whore, Puta Paulina.

I havent done anything danny phantom related in ages. Besides like read phanfics and ask silly questions. This ask is the first one i have gotten in ages and its just quite the ask innit. So im gonna give it my all writing something just for you anon <3

Thanks for the ask! This one goes out to all my Dash haters! This one is for yall ❤️🥰🤗♥️💕😍

Dash Baxter

Dash was known for his prime jock personality. Really just a cookie cutter jock from those classic underdog movies. Low grades, quarterback on the football team, shoving kids in lockers, everyone knew it. What they didnt know was that this isnt where the similarities stopped. His mother died when he was younger. His father became a dead beat drunk, mostly a young Dash would receive the beating part. No future, just to peak in high school. All his peers told him these are going to be his highest moments. That soon he wont be anything but a loser working in fast food or as a janitor. His friends though, mostly Kwan, told him other wise. They tried to fill his head with dreams of him playing on a national level. Saying his future was bright. What did they take him for? Some sort of idiot? No he wasnt about to be given some sort of false hope. Yea what a laugh they could have when he got rejected to every school he applied to. No he wasnt gonna let them make a fool of him. He wasnt going to be tricked into believing in a future he had no chance at. After all they say you become your parents. Hes right on track for that, just like his old man. No way he is like his mom. She was kind, sweet, and cared about everyone. No hes nothing like her. He knows it. He can only hope she isnt looking down on him, she probably disowned him ages ago is she was. No son of hers. Sometimes he tries to plead with her. What choice does he have. How can he change it. Please help him. No matter how much he begs and pleads she will never answer. Shes gone and now she can see just how horrible her son really is. She much be so disappointed. That thought shakes him to his core. The idea that his mother who he loved is disappointed in him. How could he turn out like this, to waste all her efforts on teaching him better. He might as well go spit on her grave now. So he decides then and there that he will change. Tomorrow he says. Tomorrow I’ll stop. No more bullying. No more. I’ll become a son she can be proud of. Of course he had made this promise before. He goes a few days without being a jerk and then he just snaps. He doesnt get it. Why cant he do it. Why is it so frustrating and difficult to just not hit on his classmates. Why cant he just control his anger. Make it go away. He always tries so hard to just bottle it up. Stop it and hold it close but it always gets out. Maybe hes too weak. After all how else do you control your anger? All the others can so why cant he? Maybe theres a trick to it. If only he had someone to show him how. How to change. How to do better. How to make his mom proud. As if thats even still on the table. She was so naturally kind. Maybe thats it. Maybe hes just a born bully and he cant change. After all, why else would it be so hard for him to just be nice.

#danny phantom #dash baxtor #my writing #its been so long since i have written anything #shitty anon person #was gonna write for all the a listets but im too lazy

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salt-volk · 2 years

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post707883411295043585 thats part of the problem tho is yall assume that just bc stuff doesnt come out on time means theyre not working on it. as if they just sit twiddling thumbs. shit isnt slow bc they need more motivation. its slow bc they have a bare bones staff of maybe 1-2 ppl & all else is contracted work they barely have the cash for.

"right now basically nothing ever gets done" & you think adding a few dates to a list would fix that? you think they dont know theyre falling behind? that its not obvious? as if they dont already have internal set dates they aim for that just havent been shared w the userbase?

they dont need more motivation or accountability. they need more staff & more funds. all the accountability in the world cant add extra hours in the day. you can be working as hard as you possibly can & still not meet deadline bc its just not humaenly possible w the resources you have. look at the underlying problem instead of just surface optics.

they could put dates just to placate yall. but it would be an empty gesture. theyd still be just as behind as always bc the dates are not tackling the base issue. itd be the same old shit but more to get mad abt as they still fail to meet dates you asked them to set.

some of yallve never worked on large amateur creative ventures & it shows lmao. youd be amazed how fast a few months can go by & youre only doing background shit so theres still no visible progress you can share publicly. you worked every single day but still feel theres nothing tangible enough to show for it. a few months can go by fast esp when you dont have just one job & are juggling 10 different tasks w simultaneous importance bc its just you or mayb 1 other person taking on 6 ppl worth of work.

just remember were all looking from the outside. theres always backend stuff goign on we never know abt. (i know. ironically im making assumption too. but its based on so much experience w these sorts of teams. dv has all the signs. plus context clues given on stream & rare times staff communicates. textbook understaffed scope creepy amateur project tbh.)

if this were neopets or some shit own by a large company w hundreds of employees maybe itd be different. but some of yall are always gonna be miserable if you dont manage your expectations. see it for what it is instead of what you want it to be. & sometimes look at whats been accomplished. they DO get stuff done. theyre not dropping 80 updates a month, but to me it looks like they make slow steady progress. miss goals but do follow up eventually. they are literally completing tasks. & show signs of taking feedback into account. just not at the speed ppl want.

criticism makes for a better convo topic bc negative emotional response sticks in the brain longer. but were always gonna have bias if we dont appreciate good shit too. sometimes theres an attitude like "okay cool i like this, now wheres the NEXT thing" or "great finally an improvement, now why isnt THIS other thing fixed?". moving on to the next thing so quick you dont notice the effort of whats in front of you.

but once you match dvs pace & get what postion theyre coming from its not terrible. i have plenty of criticisms from a project management perspective. but in terms of other aspects ive a more lenient view considering what theyre likely working w (esp not having a dev or anyone who codes as part of core staff. im surprised theyve been able to keep afloat this long even lmao)

you dont hold an amateur experimental musician to the same standards as an international pop star w a whole team behind them, yea? but the amateur is not inherently worse, or less worthy of support. you can still enjoy both, just recognizing theyre different things. i see the vision of the amateur & choose to support patiently knowing its got a different pace than the pop idol. theyre at different spots in their career timeline & will have their own unique issues based on that. but both can be plenty good. context matters.

TLDR; there is much staff can do better at ofc (namely communication & interpretation of user feedback (like not knowing in the first place that "roadmap" usually implies dates -_-). but imo dates are not gonna fix shit bc lack of "motivation" is def not the core issue. such focus on the dates is thus unhelpful. i think some of yall dont get where dv is actually at & then put up expectations that are built to fail bc of that. not saying to let everything slide. but yk. appreciate the good where it happens. have patience. be aware what the underlying problems actually are & contextualize. tempering realistic expectations will make you much happier & able to enjoy the game for what it is.

or idk. i personaly used to be one of the main harsher critics so much i almost quit dv entirely & this perspective helped ME at least lmfao. now i play regularly much less stressed/angry abt it. ymmv.

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. kiwi !

pronouns. they / them ( + she / he )

preference of communication. uhhh probably... IMs or discord ??? i give out my discord as much as i can, but i’m very bad at talking to people BHDFDJF

name of muse. shen qingqiu, or shen yuan depending on who you get acquainted with... first ? it’s very verse dependent, if you meet him when he’s transmigrated then it’s shen qingqiu bc by that point he’s given up his old identity as “ shen yuan “

rp experience / how long. good god i’ve probably been here since i was like... 13? so... 8 years disgostang

best experience. shitposting ! that’s literally all i do on a daily basis anyways, but my best rp experiences were when the community would kind of get together and do silly shit on the dash. i don’t see much of that anymore at all now lol, unfortunate ! oh, and, in character games were THE shit like... i still try to get those going when i can bc there’s nothing more fun than muses meeting each other for the first time to yell at each other about being the imposter or something. also, when you kind of have a group of people who are in a specific verse, and matching urls, and just idk very community based things were always my type of beat !

rp pet peeves / dealbreakers. i... don’t really have many actually ? it’s quite litchrally the basic principal that people have been touting for years, read rules ( please god, i know he acts like a straight guy but my man is gay as all hell Do Not approach him romantically if ur muse is fem aligned ), don’t try to play god without My permission, don’t forceship unless i say it’s cool cus i love forceshipping with my breasties, don’t... tell me what my muse is... or how he could be / act like... man. uhhh, probably also like, feeling as though i have to diminish how powerful or mean a muse is otherwise me and someone’s mun will get off on the wrong foot like... i’m sorry i don’t control my muse’s power level it’s on UR muse to not instigate a fight if u Know my muse is strong man. uhhh... when people complain about posting too much ooc like ok just say u don’t want to have fun or get to know the ppl behind the screen. also, it kind of squicks me when ppl are like ‘oh ur character isn’t super canon’ like i already have phobias, don’t add to that man --- also canon divergencies exist. and then other stuff is just stupid shit like, if we’re shipping and there’s no reciprocating amount of effort put in it just tanks me, and like. fighting over ships too lawl like, i get if toxic ships aren’t ppls cups of tea but that doesn’t mean u have to kill someone over it ( this does NOT include actually problematic ships, yall are adult enough to get what i mean here )

fluff, angst, or smut. all i guess ??? my fatal flaw is liking angst and smut but being too much of a baby to write it out and / or talk about it. like, i’m very bad at writing angst but it’s all i give my muses so I Want To Learn. and, re: smut i’m... weirdly shy ? which is funny bc it’s horny thoughts 24/7 here but i just get anxious and lock up even though i want to write smut. it’s fucked up and evil and i’m the bearer of the curse SFNFKMSF

plots or memes. boooth... i say tentatively, LIKE i’m kind of bad at plotting is the thing. i prefer discussing character dynamics and then discussing how things can go from that. also, s.qq is kind of difficult to plot with i’ve come to slowly realize ??? but i also Have to plot with him to get anywhere, so u see it’s a pain. BUT I LOVE MEMES i thrive on memes, it’s the best way i interact ! i do try my best to send in stuff and i adore getting things in return ( i’m just slow as fuck but i always smile when i get asks )

long or short replies. UHHHH... it really depends but i’ll be real, i talk too fucking much when i write SHDSFMKFDKM a bitch doesn’t know how to shut up and s.qq is an overthinker so he’s very introspective ( TOO introspective u might say ), so while i love the idea of short replies... it never really works out that way for me </3

best time to write. man. who even knows w/ me at this point LMAOO probably night though that’s when everything’s quiet for me and i can vibe, or like. the early hours of daybreak. but idk when my motivation, creativity and social battery are up there is usually when i start writing again

are you like your muse. KIIIND OF ??? my friend’s and i like to joke around that i’m kind of a shen yuan at times, i actually really latched onto his character BECAUSE of his neurosis but. i dunno, i’m not as logic driven as he is, nor am i as stilted emotionally / with my affections. so, yes and no ! he can be difficult to write sometimes because of how different he is from me, i think. i’ve never written a muse like him before, so it’s definitely a challenge, but a fun one ! i also think it’s pretty natural to take on muses similar to you or put parts of yourself in a muse, bc how else are you supposed to understand them on a deeper level yk ? it helps with getting into a muses mental imo.

tagged. @oftwilight thank u sybil, ily ! <3

tagging. @junshang, @feiyuie, @mellodiies, @kuurtaa, @chiheru, @hymnblood, @fuxian, @suender & if ur reading this that’s it. ur tagged, @ me i want to see !

#𝟶𝟶𝟶. 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁 ，𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻. — ( out. )#meow meow meow meow

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