#zarina x reader

[retold-tales]

A Chance At A New Beginning

Imagine being the only one to convince zarina to return to pixie hollow and her apologizing for all the trouble she caused

[p-taryn-dactyl]

no because Tinkerbell movies are the absolute BEST! everybody who disarees can argue with the wall..

they are TOP tier entertainment and if you disagree then im sorry, it must be hard being so wrong*

(i’m literally begging for some tinkerbell requests, on my knees, clasping my hands together, bc i have found another hyper-fixation and i need to show it to the three people who care <3)

[princess-odette]

tinker bell

💙=Male💖=Female 💛=Neutral 🌈=Fluff 💀=Angst 💜=Mtf 🖤=Ftm

Mood board credit @domxmarvel​​  

tinker bell 

Periwinkle

Silvermist

Zarina

[hobiebrownismygod]

Researching Characters so you don't have to Part 7: Who is Malala Windsor/Spider UK?

She's an original character made by Sony who is believed to come from Earth-835. She's from the United Kingdom and a mix of Malala Yousafzai and the current reigning House of Windsor. Therefore, we can assume that she's probably a princess of some sort who protects the city of London as the vigilante, Spider-woman.

Backstory:

There were two original Spider-UK's in the comics, neither of them being the same as Malala Windsor, but they probably have similar backstories.

Billy Braddock:

He comes from Earth-833 and was a Captain Britain Corps recruit. He appeared in the Edge of the Spider-verse comics in Earth-65, Spider-woman's world, and recruited her to the Spider-men army. In the comics his dimension is eventually attacked and his reality was destroyed, leaving him the sole survivor. He teams up with Anya Corazón and stays in the same reality as her afterwards.

Zarina Zahari:

She's a young girl living in Earth-834's United Kingdom who was also bit by a spider and gained the powers of spider-woman. She's part of an organization called WHO, which stands for Weird Happenings Organization, and eventually teams up with the rest of the spiders to fight a multiverse threat.

Overall, there's not much backstory to Malala Windsor because she's a completely new character, but hopefully we can learn more about her in the next movie!

Who should I do next? I have Jess Drew planned, but other than that I'm not sure what characters y'all would like to see lol

Sources:

[rootsofdread]

leon! if youre up to it, would you write some romantic head canons for the reader with jeff, zarina, vittorio, and jonah (separate) please? tysm

always! i adore vito and jonah so i was so happy to see this!! <33

Jeff Johansen:

Underneath Jeff’s tough exterior, his mask of protection, he’s a sweet, sensitive man who enjoys his quiet and heartfelt moments with you. He loves sitting by the campfire and talking with you for hours about whatever comes to the two of you’s minds, long into either the late hours of the night or the early light of the morning depending on when you started. He holds you close while you do, and he laughs heartily, genuinely, at all of your jokes. You’re the person he feels most comfortable around.

If the two of you get mixed up with a bunch of the other survivors, he’ll search for your hand for some comfort. Crowds make him anxious, you know. He enjoys having someone who can quell his anxiety — someone he can just hold onto and feel calmer, safer. A savior.

He knows his music isn't for everyone, so he appreciates that you'll let him play it while he draws. It helps him get into the zone, and helps with any frustration he might have with the piece. He also appreciates you checking in on him while he's drawing too, he can get tunnel vision and may need it.

During trials, he always takes you away from the other survivors. He prefers it just being the two of you, it's easier to worry about two people than to worry about four; and he likes his alone time with you. Working on gens together is quite nice before the killer comes barrelling towards it. But then you two get to hide together, and he doesn't mind that.

He loves swapping stories from before you two were taken into the fog, to remember simpler times. He loves telling you about his time as a roadie, working at the video store, his dog. He loves listening to your stories, too, even if they're not the most interesting stories in the world. He misses the life before — but he knows without the fog, he wouldn't have met you. So it's not all bad.

Zarina Kassir:

Zarina is just as devoted to you as she ever was to any of her stories, her causes — in a different way, sure, but devoted nonetheless. Her loyalty and protectiveness is never a question, she is always demonstrating to you just how much she loves you. She's fiery and intense and you never have to worry that she doesn't love you. And if you do…It isn't an issue. She's happy to remind you.

She's strong, and willing to fight your battles for you if you need her to. People can be horrible. She'll help you stand up for yourself, and set your own boundaries. Or, if you don't need her help, she's always right behind you, supporting you and your decisions. You're your own person. She's always encouraging you to fight for yourself whether you need it from her or not, she wants you to know she always has your back.

She encourages you to do things you like and try new, exciting things. She likes trying to get you out of your comfort zone — she knows it can be difficult and scary, and she loves being your helping hand. She’ll never push you too far, just enough for something to be fun. She’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

What she loves most is quiet nights by the campfire, just the two of you. You both fight so hard every day, being able to rest, enjoy each other’s presence, be quiet and content…It’s everything to her. She cherishes every night like this, her little moments with the person she loves the most. There’s nothing in the world better.

She’s pretty attached to you, and is always close to you. She feels responsible for you, and just wants to look out for you, make sure you stay safe, and make sure her presence is felt and you know she’s always here for you. She’ll usually be holding your hand, will have a hand on your back or your arm, and will always give you a sweet, reassuring smile.

Vittorio Toscano:

Vittorio is a very secretive man, everyone’s aware of this; he's friendly, but closed off. But around you, he’s different. He’s visibly relaxed and more comfortable, vulnerable. He doesn’t feel like he needs to hide anything from you — you don’t judge him for his pacifism, his unwillingness to share his things with others, you listen to him and acknowledge what he has to say. He trusts you completely, with his whole heart, he knows you’d never do anything to betray him.

You’re the one person Vittorio will divulge his ancient, arcane knowledge and secrets with; he knows this world is much scarier, more magical than the previous, and his things may seem silly now. But he treasures them, and he entrusts them to you, too — it feels much like he’s bearing a part of his soul to you, these things are important to him. But it’s much more important to him that you share an interest in them, and let him speak of them without judgement.

He’s an adventurer, and will run off with you during trials to explore the trialgrounds. He makes sure the two of you are careful, of course, you can’t run into the killers. He’s been here for thousands of years, but he’s still just as intrigued by the realm as ever, and he loves getting to explore it with you. He’s always finding new things in old places, and he has that childlike wonder every time a new realm is discovered, even if it brings a new threat.

He loves reading to you. Getting you on his lap or cuddled up to his side and reading aloud from his old books is something he adores. He knows his books aren’t the most interesting things to most people — but he appreciates you let him read them to you. He’s still a scholar, and loves teaching you new things. Or old things, rather.

In the same vein — he loves hearing about things from your time period. He may have some knowledge of modern things from the realm, but he doesn’t know everything, and it’s utterly fascinating to hear about things from you. Cellphones, computers, cars, robots. It all seems as magical to him as his ancient artifacts, maybe even moreso.

Jonah Vasquez:

Jonah gets overwhelmed by his arithmetic sometimes, you’re no stranger to it, but he’s always more calm around you. His brain doesn’t buzz with numbers that cloud his thoughts and make it difficult to listen, he just focuses on you, your sparkling eyes, soft hair, your laugh and your smile. You make the world easier to navigate for him, less intense, less complicated. Numbers may be his way of making sense of the world — but so are you.

He does enjoy trying to teach you codebreaking. He knows math isn’t much fun for most people (but if you find it fun, trust and believe, he’s absolutely delighted), but solving puzzles usually is. He comes up with codes, and has you decipher them, with his help, of course, if you need it. He finds it a fun, relaxing activity for the both of you. And he loves sharing his interest in numbers with his partner.

He loves settling down and cuddling with you. He’s had a very eventful life — both before being pulled into the fog, and during these times in the realm — and he loves that you can slow it down, and he can appreciate everything again. Clouds, grass, leaves, flowers…It’s been so long since he’s taken the time to admire the world around him, and as terrifying as the realm is, it can be beautiful, too.

He tends to be a very serious man, his job demanded it of him and the realm demands it, too. But you can bring out a more lighthearted side of him — one that loves to joke around and goof off. He loves making you laugh and having fun with you, now that he has the time to have more fun. He can really make you laugh sometimes, and then he sends himself into a laughing fit. 

Since you always listen to him talk about mathematics and codes and puzzles, he always listens to you talk about your hobbies, and he absolutely loves doing it. He loves the sound of your voice, and loves seeing you so happy talking about something you enjoy. Even if it’s not something he’s particularly interested in himself — he enjoys learning about it from you, something he otherwise never would’ve heard about. He loves that.

[sailorwritesstuff]

"HELP" Hobie Brown x reader.

"Arachne!" You turn at the sound of your alias. Your Alias. It roll out of his mouth in a thick sultry English accent, "I need your help."

"Can it...wait?" Your eyes drift to one of the many spider-women around, earth 834: Zarina Zahari. She looked at him with a raised brow and seemed unamused with the interruption.

"No. I need your help," he repeats cooly his large hand presses against your back and starts gently pushing, "...now."

"Oh- o-ok..." You stutter stumbling a bit as you try and wrap up. "I'll talk to you later, Zar! Hobie stop shoving!"

"stop stallin' then, dove." He huffs stopping his insistent pushing only to fiddle with his wrist. A portal opens and you turn to look at him in confusion. "Well? Are we goin'to stand here all day or are you walking through it?"

"where-?"

"go." He gives a gentle push.

"Jesus Christ you are so impatient today." You grumble in frustration going through the portal and falling on a firm bed in a familiar room. Like the occupant of the room it's calm and serene and the colors are slightly different than the last time you were over. It was ever changing. You sit with your legs crossed on the bed your arms across your chest as Hobie falls through much more elegantly next to you.

"dovey-" his voice rings with an air of amusement at you pouty insistence.

"dovey," you mock his thick accent and he takes a deep breath. "Don't dovey me I was having a conversation, Hobie. What is the matter with you?"

"I'm tired." He says simply wrapping his arms around you and pressing his face into the crook of your neck his nose brushes the skin there and he sighs. The little shit is content, "and I don't think I can sleep if you're not here. Shuddup and lay with me."

[hiraethhh-h]

day 6 - anger

fandom: dead by daylight

paring: pyramid head x gn! reader

warnings: none

notes: angery triangle man >:(

wc: 628

12 day writing challenge

you had never seen pyramid head stand so rigidly before. 

his shoulders were tensed, his muscular arms bulging from how tightly he was holding his greatsword. his breathing came out in rapid succession, each breath causing his chest to rise and fall almost violently.

he was- no, is pissed. but at what?

a frown crossed your lips. “pyra?” you called, wanting the killer to know of your presence. his head snapped over to you at neckbreak speed, causing you to stop in your tracks with wide eyes. “hey, hey, easy big guy. it’s just me.” you murmured. “i wanted to check on you since… you look pretty upset.”

something akin to a raspy-huff left pyramid head, his shoulders sagging slightly. but you could still see how tense he was. “you, er, wanna talk about what happened..?” you questioned meekly, giving him a faint smile. he stared you down before a moment longer before tilting his head downwards in a nod.

“good, good, let’s find somewhere to sit and chat then, yeah?” you held your hand out to pyramid head. he stood still, silently inspecting your hand before taking it into his much larger gloved one. with that, the two of you began to traverse the halls with pyramid head leading the way since he pretty much knew midwich like the back of his helmet.

he brought you into a classroom, leading you to a flurry of desks haphazardly thrown together in the middle. but at least you could sit in one. once you did so, pyramid head stood before you, his greatsword resting against the wall. now that he wasn’t holding his weapon, his hands remained balled at his sides.

slowly looking up, you cleared your throat. “so… uh, tell me what happened.”

pyramid head gave another huff, a low growl coming from his chest. he pointed down to the ground. the Entity. he then pointed to his greatsword. kill. finally, he pointed to you. survivor. you blinked, brows furrowed in thought as you tried to piece everything together. “oh, the Entity and survivors gave you a tough time huh?” to your surprise, pyramid head shook his head. 

“no…? but you pointed to me…” you frowned. pyramid head pointed to a spot beside you, then to you. “oh! another survivor… and me?” pyramid head nodded in confirmation. another survivor and you? your most recent trial had been against pinhead, so what did he mean by…

oh.

he must be talking about zarina. the ex-reporter and you haven’t been on good terms lately, due to her… snoopy nose. that and the fact that she could had spotted you and pyramid head together after a trial.

“does she know? what did she say?” you were quick to ask, your brows furrowed in worry. pyramid head pointed to you yet again, another growl tearing itself from the killer. “she said things about me..?” you frowned. for all you knew, zarina could’ve told the other survivors about her discovery. but that was the least of your thoughts at the moment.

you gently took pyramid head’s balled hand, holding it with both of your own. “hey, why don’t we go stand in the rain, hm? whatever zarina said about me doesn’t matter, they’re only just words.” you reassured him. with a smile, you led him down to the courtyard. large chains shot down from the sky, digging down around the blood-red ritualistic circle in the middle.

the two of you stepped into the rain. you savored the feeling of the water on your skin, as it brought you a sense of comfort from the real world. beside you, pyramid head stood with his posture now lax. you slowly lifted his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“how does a dance sound hm?”

[gatitties]

Nightmares

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you share your worst fears with Quentin in a nightmare night

─ Warnings: none

5 < 6 > 7

You got up suddenly, throwing off the poor sheets that covered you from the cold of the forest, drops of sweat ran down your forehead, you relaxed your erratic breathing with the passing of the minutes while you looked at nothing trying to relax your tense muscles due to a nightmare. Your worst nightmare. You got rid of the thoughts, not wanting to go back to sleep in case that thing came back to haunt your dreams. No, unfortunately it wasn't Freddy, but you'd rather find a singed baldhead than anything else.

You found yourself sitting by the campfire alone with a few stragglers who had messed up schedules or didn't know when it was day or night, not like there was much of a difference in this place either. Quentin was the one who barely left the campfire, despite having his own cabin to sleep in, the light, the fire and the people ─although they didn't speak─ they transmitted to him the tranquility that sleep could not give him due to the fear of being trapped in another nightmare with Krueger.

He seemed to notice how you bounced your leg against the ground repeatedly with anxiety, almost as if he perceived the bad habits that having a nightmare entailed, it was not so rare to see you there at 'night' because your schedules were anything but regular. Glancing over at the others, he didn't see much movement from Bill, who just smoked in silence perhaps remembering old battles. Zarina seemed in her own world and didn't get much chance to talk to her, and Yun-Jin Lee hadn't made a lot of friends at the moment, so Quentin just decided to approach you because he was bored to death and didn't want to end up falling asleep.

"Bad dream?"

"Do I have such a bad face?"

He shrugged his shoulders, clarifying that he knew how to detect people who simply didn't sleep well, whether due to nightmares or postures, it didn't matter, he was like a detector of bad habits when it came to having a good dream.

You got into some small talk about nonsense, Quentin was one of the younger ones and he sort of understood your impulsive and reckless behavior, the only thing he didn't understand was all those weird memes, despite being from a different time not so far from your time he couldn't understanding how a picture of a muscular dog was funny. He was very appreciative that from time to time you lent him your phone to let him listen to some music, of course it was more entertaining than listening to repeated conversations in the camp or the sound of crows.

At a certain point in the night you started to talk about nightmares, you were a morbid and curious shit, although you unearthed some traumas of the poor boy you were fascinated to hear Freddy's murderous ways.

"And on top of that he made it look like a suicide! At least I know in this realm he can't kill me, umh... not permanently or in dreams, I wish I could rest better, anyway, it's not fair that I'm digging up shitty memories, why don't you tell me about your nightmare? Sometimes it helps to talk about those things, you know?"

"Of course I know, Quentin, paying a monthly psychologist isn't exactly cheap, but it's just... it's so terrifying! It's like that thing haunts me even when I'm awake."

You looked down, intertwining your fingers, your eyes closing for a moment as you felt a hand on your shoulder letting you know that he would be there to support you with any of your dream problems.

"Come on, I've told you a lot of murders of my friends, what could be worse than that?"

"Many things..."

"For example?"

"Being canceled on Twitter."

"Wha- Okay, let's focus on your nightmare, what exactly was going on?"

"Well... let me remember..."

 You closed your eyes again, rubbing your temples as if that might bring you back to unconsciousness. You immediately remembered some scenes, a knife stuck in the door of your cabin, a green shape stalking you with big eyes on you, silently judging you as if you had forgotten something.

"My God! I remember now! Th-that thing... it haunted me in my dreams because I skipped my Spanish lesson."

"It's... Is someone chasing you in your dreams for not having attended your Spanish class? Really?"

"It's not that simple-"

Your sentence was cut off due to a 'ping' coming from your phone, you paled at the Green Owl's notification, 'Hi! It's Duo' read no more getting rid of the notification knowing you had skipped a day of your lessons. Quentin squinted at the screen over your shoulder, shook his head in disbelief, grabbing your phone to see what the hell that app was.

"Hey don't use the app, it's the devil! Once you use it you will be cursed."

"It's just a dumb app to learn languages, I don't think it's as bad as facing a murderer who killed all your friends."

"Poor naive... don't say I didn't warn you."

You whispered when you saw how a new lesson of words related to the family began, it was the downfall for Quentin, now he would have two monsters knocking on the door of his dreams, one worse than the other.

Quentin seemed quite entertaining the first few days, but after a few weeks it was quite repetitive, so he stopped asking for your cell phone to focus on other things than his Spanish lessons. Oh poor boy, you met him again another night where you just couldn't sleep and went to the campfire, having hardly anyone decided to sit like a straggler, imitating Jake. Until the boy jumped in front of you with his face full of sweat and pale.

"That damn bird won't stop chasing me while yelling at me 'Spanish or Vanish!' It's worse than I imagined, you have to help me, I was starting to get over Freddy and now this-!"

You put your hands on his shoulders to calm him, you sat him down and stroked his head as it rested on your shoulder, he clung to your arm as if the owl was going to come out from behind any tree to stab him for getting a word wrong.

"It will take a while, but it will go away eventually, for now, bienvenido al grupo, amigo. ¹

"Should I be scared to have understood that?"

"Yeah."

 ¹ Welcome to the group, friend.

[fairlyaltheticquails]

just come sit next to me

hey besties

felix richter x GN reader

cuddle fluff, felix is very nice and we love him 

warnings; minor language here and there, reader is a lil sad in parts

word count: 1440-ish

update 11/10: heavily edited

You swore every new day in this shithole was worse than the last.

Sometimes, it would be scorching hot, sticky sweat running down your back, the stench of burning filth, and blood filling your nostrils. Sunburns that never really stopped stinging. Sometimes, the cold settled in so deep the ache felt like it would never cease.

White flakes gently fell from the sky. Nobody remembered how long the snow had been falling. The bitter, biting cold had shifted in slowly, the snow not far behind.

Then, the fire went dim. The dead quiet of the forest combined with the low light from the campfire did nothing to soothe anyone's nerves. One crack from a lone branch, and everyone was on their feet staring into the perpetual darkness, making monsters out of the shadows. 

 While the warmth it provided when fully ablaze was minimal, it was something. And something was better than nothing when everything you owned was threadbare, dirty, and ripped in several spots. The chill had long since settled into your bones, and the pain from relentlessly shaking was now stabbing into your chest. The constant snow had begun to soak your pants and jacket only making you more miserable. 

Footsteps crack in the forest behind you. Leon jumps up on your left, deftly spinning to stare into the darkness for the cause of the sound. Zarina sits across from you but she just sighs and remains seated. You figure you have two options. It's either a killer being released to usher the few of you still at the campfire into a trial, or it's a fellow survivor. While one is undoubtedly less favorable, the days of darkness have made you numb to the never-ending fear. You turn and watch four outlines move closer to you.

Nea is the first survivor you can make out. Her neon blue bob and deep purple glasses stand out against her pale skin just enough that you can easily distinguish her. Next are Adam and Yui, quietly speaking in Japanese and walking in tandem. Lastly is Felix. Hands tucked into his jacket pockets, watching the ground and walking behind the group.

 You've always liked him. The other survivors did their best to make you feel welcome, sure, but he always went out of his way to be kind to you. He was probably your best friend in this mess. If you were anywhere but here, you would've liked to maybe go out with him sometime. You doubt you ever would have met outside of this place, but its a nice thought. So you cope with laughing at his jokes when he decides to make them, trying to accept his compliments without fumbling your words, and catching looks when his head is turned. 

Felix sits on your previously unoccupied right side and gives you a small smile. 

“How was it?” you inquire. His smile weakens a bit and he turns to look towards the flickering ashes. 

“We were close this time. Almost got out,” He sighs, pulling his hands from his pocket and resting them on either side of his legs. He rocks forward slightly before tipping his head towards you. “Anything here?”

“Nope. Unless of course, you want to count me freezing my ass off as noteworthy” you reply dryly. His smile gains a bit more luster and he lets out a quiet laugh, gently nudging you with his shoulder. Usually, you'd nudge him back. But today, the pain from the cold has made the action stir more deep ache in your body. You try to conceal the wince of pain, but he still catches it.

“Are you okay? What was that?” He asks concerned. He shifts his body so your knees are touching and you are almost face to face. His blue eyes are filled with sudden worry. Damn it.

“I'm fine! The cold is just really getting me today,” you admitted. He immediately moves to take off his jacket, but knowing him, you grab the front so he can’t. “That doesn't mean I want you to freeze too.”

Felix rolls his eyes and moves his jacket back into place. He begins to turn his gaze away, but he seems to have a thought before looking at you again. 

“Do you mind if I do something?”

“Um.. that's insanely vague, but okay.”

Felix scoots right next to you, close enough you can smell the tiniest trace amount of something like a rainstorm. He sticks his arm out behind you, waiting for your approval before dropping it on your shoulder. His eyes warm when you nod. He tightens his hold on you and adjusts to be more comfortable. He leans into you and begins to run his hand up and down your upper arm. 

You feel stiff, like one wrong move might propel him off of you, and you don't want it to end. You want him to hold you, and you want the stinging pain of the cold to be released from you. You try to force yourself to relax, to let go of the tension but your heart is beating out of your chest. You nervously glance around at the other survivors at the campfire. Nobody is even looking at you two, too preoccupied with their endeavors. You aren't even sure if they can see you with how dark it is. Felix's hand shifts from your arm towards your shoulder to continue the soothing motions, jostling your head just enough that it falls closer to his chest and low enough that he can rest his head on yours. You feel his slow breaths, his light stubble poking your scalp, and the warmth radiating from him. 

“Two people have a better chance of staying warm together, right?”. He phrases it like a statement but you can hear the question, the search for approval at the bottom of his tone. He's doing this for you, but playing it off as mutually beneficial. Your heart pains because of the sweet gesture.

You have become very aware of just how exhausted you are. The constant fight to survive, the dread and fear that looms over you, and the general misery everybody in this hellscape is forced to endure wear down on your body and soul like weights in the ocean. You know Felix feels it too, the exhaustion. His hand has become lazier, now barely moving, and his body presses more to you now than before, leaning against you for support. .He lays his free hand down, palm up, and waits. When you drop your hand on his, his hand closes on it. You tuck your head closer to his body. You both sit silently, basking in the other's presence.

You don't remember when you fell asleep. But when you wake up, you two are alone at the now blazing campfire. Felix is still sleeping, his body heavily tipping into you, his hand still grasping yours. The areas your bodies touch are sleep-warm, and his usually perfect hair is ever so slightly messy. For the first time in a long time, the crease in-between his eyebrows has vanished. 

This realm sucks. You miss home with every fiber of your being sometimes. But it was in little moments like this, the horrors fled your mind, and maybe, for half a second, you were happy.

[daintydreamsy]

deeamsg!!!!!!!! could you do hcs of some genshin characters playing dbd???? whichever ones you want :) ,(doesn't have to be x reader) i forgor if you have or havent done this oh no this is getting long sorry iiudhdnf

- 🍁

YES FINALLY SOMEONE GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO WRITE ABT DBD!!!

genshin characters playing dead by daylight (dbd)

✿✿

• kaeya & ayato are feng min mains and is toxic at the exit gate def... uses really meta perks...... and plays NO KILLER (maybe ghostface)

• ayato might use trickster solely because he likes ji-woons cosmetics.

• keqing is a yui main but also plays.... a nice killer... like hag or spirit. can't stand the killers that kill for fun

• ningguang mains trapper and ace; trapper because not only did he come from a place of wealth; but also because she likes the strategy that comes with using him. she really only plays ace because he came from literally nothing, and because of ace in the hole.

• itto plays oni. need i say more? he also really likes big killers like nemesis. if he plays survivor he's always someone like yui and he's very altruistic. HATES dwight and dwight mains with a passion though.

• diluc doesn't really like playing, but if he does he plays deathslinger. yes it's because of the saloon. diluc DEF thinks guns are cool.

• diluc and kaeya did a kyf once and it literally ruined their relationship even more.

• albedo really enjoys playing killers that need strategy to learn. twins & nurse for the most part. he likes how difficult they are to play. might use hag as well, or myers even.

• hes not a memey myers. if you go against him you're going to die, and you have to acknowledge how good he is in endgame chat.

• eula doesn't enjoy playing killer and prefers doing swf with amber.

• she probably plays jane or elódie, and amber is 100% a kate main. (might use someone like jeff too). she and amber are super altruistic and while they probably won't get any gens done, at least you won't bleed out!

• yae miko plays killer 100% of the time. she really enjoys the meme killers like ghostface, and will most definitely close the hatch in your face.

• she really likes playing pig too, and accepts boops on her nose.

• gorou is a wraith main. and I guarantee you he hides in a corner when survivors act toxic. :( he likes playing jake too! his main strategy is hiding in corners and rescuing even against a camping bubba.

• kokomi is a claudette main, and probably uses zarina too. she's really calculated and is the best teammate out there. definitely brings lightweight.

• shinobu is a laurie main and runs decisive strike on EVERY SINGLE BUILD.

• barbara can't bring herself to use any killers, so she plays mostly survivor and swf. definitely brings all of the healing perks cause seeing her teammates hurt makes her sad :(

• mona is a mikaela main. similar to shinobu, mona brings boons on every build even if they don't call for it. she feels so cool booning totems.

• childe is a no mither david main.

• childe also only plays killers who are considered very hard. he tries to adept every survivor and killer, and chooses the hardest challenges in the rift.

• hutao is a feng min and nea main, bought all of their cosmetics.

• she loves sandbagging other survivors and getting them killed. with the bright blue hair nea and feng skins. y'know the ones.

kyf; kill your friends

swf; survive with friends

[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Survivors

👓 Dwight Fairfield 👔

👟 Meg Thomas 🏃‍♀️

🧪 Claudette Morel 👓

🏞 Jake Park 🏕

🖼 Nea Karlsson 🛹

🎃 Laurie Strode 🗡

🃏 Ace Visconti ♠️

⌚️William "Bill" Overbeck 🪖

🎮 Feng Min ⚙️

🥊David King 🏈

💤 Quentin Smith⏰️

🔫 David Tapp 🧢

🎸 Kate Denson 🏵

Kate Denson x Reader headcanons Violinist

🥼 Adam Francis 🪨

🎨 Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen 🎸

🎤 Jane Romero 📺

🏍 Yui Kimura 🔧

📑 Zarina Kassir 📹

🔦 Cheryl Mason 🌫

🏛 Felix Richter ✏️

🔍Elodie Rakoto 🔦

📀 Yun-Jin Lee 🎶

📟 Jill Valentine 🔫

🚔 Leon Scott Kennedy 🔫

📖 Mikaela Reid 👓

🕶 Jonah Vasquez 🧮

🌊 Yoichi Asakawa ☂️

🔦 Haddie Kaur🎙

👠 Ada Wong 🎧

💉 Rebecca Chambers 🩹

🔮 Vittorio Toscano 📜

🔧Thalita Lyra 🪁

🪁Renato Lyra 🎸

⚙️ Gabriel Soma 🪛

[p-taryn-dactyl]

for the sake of purely having fun i will be writing for the tinker bell characters

[princess-odette]

Requests are open-Tinker bell

Guidelines  

tinker bell

Periwinkle

Silvermist

Zarina

[dweetwise]

my brain decided to have a cute dream about zarina, and now it’s time to simp <3

ship: zarina x reader warnings: none word count: 500

Zarina x reader: Revolutionary beauty

In the Entity's world, you can never take anything for granted. The rules and locations of the realm are ever changing, forcing its inhabitants to adapt.

But there's one thing you know for certain, a constant that stays the same no matter the Entity’s influence.

Zarina Kassir is beautiful.

Her narrow face, sharp features and determined eyes that see through any bullshit. Her petite frame, hiding incredible resilience and proving she's not to be underestimated.

But it's never been purely shallow. It would be easier, if it was.

It's her willpower, her drive to do her absolute best even in the direst of circumstances. It's how she never leaves anyone behind, going as far as to make herself vulnerable to help others. Using her wits and experience to take any edge over the horrible monsters hunting her and others. It's her unwillingness to give up, dead set on finding a way out, brushing off gratitude by claiming she was just doing the right thing.

All the while never sparing anyone's feelings.

“I was finishing my gen—” Ace tries to reason after the latest trial gone wrong.

“No, you were rummaging through the basement chest," Zarina interrupts sharply, hands on her slender hips. “I have kindred; I saw you, you moron.”

The gambler flounders for an excuse under her scrutinizing stare. Next to you, Feng snickers at his misery.

“Oh, don't even get me started,” Zarina accuses, turning to face the gamer, her messy bun bobbing with the motion. “We would never have been in that situation in the first place, if you hadn't tried to greed for a lost generator.”

“It was 99!” Feng protests.

“That's no excuse,” Zarina says, crossing her arms covered by a camouflage shirt, the pose highlighting her exposed midriff. “Getting grabbed off a generator next to the hook is what cost us the win.”

“I think you're just salty that your sweet honey-poo got camped to death,” Feng snarks, shooting you a not-so-subtle smirk.

Zarina's beautiful face morphs into a scowl as she glares at the woman, and it’s enough for you to decide to step in.

“It's okay, babe,” you say, standing up from your seat to come up beside Zarina. “It was an unlucky trial; let's just forget about it.”

She sighs, but instantly seems more relaxed, her defensive posture softening as she leans into you just the tiniest amount.

“If you say so,” Zarina relents.

It's touching how she always stands up for you, even when you think there's no reason to. It's just one of the many reasons you fell for her in the first place.

“Come on, let's go,” you encourage, gently grabbing her hand.

“Alright,” she says, her serious face breaking into a small smile as she meets your eyes.

Zarina starts to tug you along to the edge of camp, her warm hand clasping your own.

Not for the first time, you realize how incredibly lucky you are to get to call her your girlfriend.

[rootsofdread]

a fic! this was commissioned by @memoryofheather, my very first commission :-) if anyone else would like to commission me, [i am open!]

pairing: zarina kassir x F!reader word count: 879 warnings: none summary: Zarina had asked you to meet her by the campfire. You weren't sure why.

Sat by the campfire, Zarina hums a tune to herself. It was one of the few she could remember from her childhood, one her mother sang to her on the rainy days she came home from school sobbing her eyes out. Although this moment wasn't quite the same, it calmed her nerves all the same. She fiddles with her bracelet and glances around, unsure what to do with herself. She knew she shouldn't have started waiting for you so early, but she did, and there wasn't any possible way she'd just stand you up now.

A few more minutes went by -- though to her, they felt like hours -- before she heard rustling in the brush. She straightened her back out and looked over, her eyes sparkling and face flushing the moment she saw you walk through the shadows in the trees. You were wearing the same thing you always wore, like her, but she always thought you looked so beautiful. You were such a beautiful and powerful woman.

Zarina scoots over on the dirt as you approach the fire, giving you space to sit down next to her. You brush off a space on the log and sit just above her, and you smile at her.

"So, what's so important?" you ask her, tilting your head into your shoulder.

"Huh?" her query was instinctual, she hadn't processed your question yet.

"You wanted to talk by the fire, just the two of us," you shrug, "I figured it must've been important. Is it?"

"Oh. Um..." Zarina was never one to stutter. She always knew what she wanted to say, and she was never afraid to say it. "Right. Yes, I...I did want to talk to you about something very important." she brushes some stray hairs behind her ear and breaks eye contact.

You raise an eyebrow, and lean down closer to her, resting one hand on her shoulder, then sliding it over the top of her back to rest on the other. "Well, whatever it is, I'm here to listen." you reassure her.

Zarina glances over to you for a few moments. Yes, you were always there for her. Always. You were always by her side, when permitted. She smiles to herself. Her eyes dart back to the distance, over the burning fire.

"We've known each other for a while," Zarina started, though, honestly, it was difficult to gauge how long it had actually been. Time wasn't much of a thing here. It had felt like years, but it could've just as easily been months, or weeks. "And we know each other pretty well. Right?"

You nodded. It was true; the two of you had shared a lot of secrets, and many more vulnerable moments than that. Companionship was important here, and closeness even moreso.

Zarina nods, too. "You're such an amazing woman," she was back to looking at you, now, a certain glistening in her eyes. "You're so beautiful, and so smart, and so strong..." she smiles warmly.

Your cheeks darken, and you giggle. "Did you want to talk privately just to compliment me, Zari?"

She giggles a bit too. "No, I..." she runs a hand through her hair, "I wanted to tell you, I...I felt like you should know...I'm in love with you."

For you, for a few moments, time freezes. It was like taking a picture; Zarina's sweet face, illuminated by the fire, the warm red-orange brightening her hopeful eyes. She was always so gorgeous, but right now, especially so. You couldn't believe what you had heard. You. She was in love with...you.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same." Zarina tilts her head down to catch your eyes. "I just...felt like you should know."

"No! I..." you blurt out, then bite the inside of your cheek. "N-no, I...I, uh..." you clear your throat. So, this was really happening. "I...I love you, too."

Zarina seems taken aback for a moment, her eyes wide. Neither of you seem sure what to do next, unmoving, your eyes locked onto each other. Silence came over both of you, nothing audible but the fire crackling; it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence, though. Just starstruck.

You finally decide you should break the silence. “I, um…I never knew you felt the same way, Zari.” you say softly.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time…” Zarina admits, “I just…well, I didn’t know you felt the same. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I would’ve been so upset if I lost you.”

You feel your heart flutter. Sure, you’d always known your relationship was important, for both of you. But hearing it was that important to her, as important as it was to you, so important it had to be protected, at the cost of telling each other the truth — it was really something else.

You slide off the log, and settle yourself next to her, pulling her close against your side. Zarina freezes at the sudden contact and her cheeks flush deeply. You chuckle a little and crane your neck down slightly to kiss her on the cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush. “I love you, Zari,” you repeat.

Zarina can hardly contain her giggles. “I— I love you too.”

[gnarlybxstard]

So, I wrote something for the Deathslinger aka Daddy Caleb and yeah...lol. 🙃