Hello, I'm Karume (or Dark). I enjoy writing, I'm just slow at it. I can't promise set word counts or multi-chaps or a consistent release time... But I can promise vibes and feels, so there's that. Just as good methinks.
My ask box is OPEN
A list of fandoms I write for Here
Uh, I'm very chill about what I will and won't write. I try to assume good intentions more often than not. If you send on Anon and have extra details you wanna add, don't hesitate to either send another ask or shoot me a DM. I won't out you I prommy <3. Honestly don't hesitate to DM me anything (within reason pls).
What I Write:
Types: Canon x Reader - Canon x Canon - Canon x OC - Pseudo Canon - Head Canons - AUs
Genres: Any (including NSFW)
What I DON'T Write:
Minor x Adult (in a Romantic way)
Exploitative/Abusive Relationships (where the power one has over another becomes an external force making the other stay in the relationship)
Student x Teacher (Romantic *while using "I am your teacher so do what I say" kind of stuff)
do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?
talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”
on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?
what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?
have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son
do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?
tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote
what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?
in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?
at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?
what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that?
talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.
what’s your worst writing habit?
where do you share your writing?
where is your favorite place to write?
what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?
what is your most and least favorite part of writing?
what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?
what is your favorite trope to write?
pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.
describe your writing process from scratch to finish.
how do you deal with writers block?
on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?
what’s your revision or rewriting process like?
do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?
do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?
handwritten notes or typed notes?
give us a spoiler for one of your stories.
most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.
tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write
do characters influence your writing style?
do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?
how do you name characters and places?
tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot
do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.
when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?
how many stories do you work on at one time?
are you an avid reader?
best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.
what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.
describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.
how did writing change you?
any writing advice you want to share?
name three of your favorite fanfic writers.
what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?
what story are you most proud of?
do you reread your own stories?
do you want to be published some day?
do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?
share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet
how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?
when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?
what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?
do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?
five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?
what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?
what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?
where is the most dangerous place that you’ve read fic?
where is the most dangerous place that you’ve written fic?
what was the first commercial property (book/movie/tv show/etc) that you realized was actually professional fanfiction?
what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something?
what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?
what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?
what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written?
when have you felt the most confident in your writing?
when have you felt the least confident?
how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?
how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?
are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?
how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?
what do you do if a scene gets too serious?
how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?
are you a planner, pantser, or planster?
do you know how your story ends before you start writing?
what is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?
how do you write kissing scenes?
how do you choose where to end a chapter?
are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?
do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?
if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?
“proper” punctuation or all lowercase?
less is more or more is more?
said: overused or underused?
what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?
which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?
does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?
if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?
sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?
do you notice your own voice in your writing style?
how has your writing style changed over the years?
first, second, or third person?
do you hear other people’s writing styles when they talk?
do you prefer dialogue or description?
do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?
romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?
abstract or detailed romance scenes?
what don’t you like about your writing style?
was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby?
open question to the writer.
a compiled list of asks for me to reference. they are not my own. just some of my favorite questions i’ve picked out from a couple different lists. feel free to reblog and use too!!
Hello, I'm Karume (or Dark). I enjoy writing, I'm just slow at it. I can't promise set word counts or multi-chaps or a consistent release time... But I can promise vibes and feels, so there's that. Just as good methinks.
My ask box is OPEN
A list of fandoms I write for Here
Uh, I'm very chill about what I will and won't write. I try to assume good intentions more often than not. If you send on Anon and have extra details you wanna add, don't hesitate to either send another ask or shoot me a DM. I won't out you I prommy <3. Honestly don't hesitate to DM me anything (within reason pls).
What I Write:
Types: Canon x Reader - Canon x Canon - Canon x OC - Pseudo Canon - Head Canons - AUs
Genres: Any (including NSFW)
What I DON'T Write:
Minor x Adult (in a Romantic way)
Exploitative/Abusive Relationships (where the power one has over another becomes an external force making the other stay in the relationship)
Student x Teacher (Romantic *while using "I am your teacher so do what I say" kind of stuff)
Hey how are you doing could I request a yandere frieza x pregnant reader ft kuriza, the reader was kidnapped from her home planet, force to marry frieza and got her pregnant, and giving birth to their son, she loves her son dearly and see him as the only good thing that came out of her force marriage, she tolerates frieza obsession for kuriza’s well being
... neat
You were unsure why you were the one who was chosen to marry the youngest son of the Arcosian royal family. He- Frieza- always had something to say about you, as if this were forced upon him as well. But you knew better, you knew he had been the one to choose you from a long line-up of potential nobles. This was practically a nightmare. The only reprieve you had was in private- the only time he let up on the constant nitpicking.
If you had to hear one more comment about your weight, your skin, your posture; you would lose it. And yet, something was deeply wrong- though you had no possible way to know for sure. This feeling- this anger- it was overwhelming, making you sick to your stomach. Thankfully your tormentative husband was nowhere to be found as you slowly passed through the hallway, going toward the infirmary to see if there was anything that could be done for this.
"Is everything alright My Lady?" The head physician turned as you entered the door, "What brings you in today?"
"I have been experiencing vicious cycles of anger that lead to a nauseous feeling." You held your stomach tenderly in one hand as you held onto the frame, "And I was hoping to find a solution of sorts."
"Of course!" They rushed forward, offering you their arm to guide you onto the lowest table, "Are there any other symptoms that might assist in the diagnosis?"
"I find it difficult to balance, blurry vision- usually after a particularly bad bout of anger, and occasionally sore muscles."
"I see, I see." They pressed a cold stethoscope to your back, a pair of nurses circling the table- all three taking note of your vital signs while you sat quietly.
"Hm..." The doctor glanced over the page, "Nothing conclusive, though there is one possibility. If you would lay back for a moment."
"What for?" You really didn't want to spend too much time in any one place if you could help it, more chances for Frieza to find you and start dressing you down.
The doctor frowned slightly, "All the symptoms are quite common in early signs of pregnancy, My Lady. It would be a good idea to run a non-invasive test before prescribing medication."
"Very well." You huffed, mind racing with what this would mean, "Just get it over with then."
You didn't bother watching as the doctor and two nurses moved equipment around you. the noise was drowned out with your thoughts. Frantic. Worried. What would become of you during your pregnancy? Frieza was already extremely harsh toward you over the smallest of things, would he be chastising you for eating too much? Too little? Gaining too much weight? Not enough? Would he hold you accountable if it didn't go smoothly? What would happen then? You would be in a high-stress situation no matter what. Would that make the pregnancy better? Or worse? How were you supposed to handle this situation? What would happen to you? To the child? Would Frieza be decent to the child? Or would you be constantly fighting him on this as well? That wouldn't be-
"Congratulations, My Lady!" The doctor exclaimed, "You are indeed pregnant with the first of, hopefully many, children."
Your vision blurred from anger, from tears, the overabundance of emotion flowing through your body at the moment had you stunned into silence. You weren't able to sit up right away- hiding your eyes, smearing your tears across your face, with your palms. This was the last thing you wanted to hear- ever. The doctor left you to your emotional state, completely misreading it as a happy display, as he quietly informed Frieza of the joyous occasion.
Just as you sat up, the other worse thing to happen- did- as Frieza himself floated in within his pod. Looking pissed as hell- your panic, and blood pressure, rose drastically as he floated closer. Though his anger seemed directed at the doctor rather than you.
"Now tell me why you couldn't have just told what was going on with [Name] over the phone?" He snapped, the first time you'd ever known him to demand answers from someone else, "What could possibly demand my presence?"
"Would you prefer to say My Lady?" The doctor gently nodded, "Or should I?"
His head snapped in your direction, "What was that?"
"I'M PREGNANT!" You snapped, yelling at full volume with the same deep furry that kept you still at night.
You expected him to yell back, to slap you, to punish you in some way. The seconds felt like years as you waited with bated breath, though your chest was heaving as you shook. Adrenaline crashing through your veins, swilling in your body- you almost felt too full.
But Frieza's shock turned into something you thought quite impossible- utter joy. You backed up sharply when he popped out of pod, mouth pulling a wicked grin. It looked alien on him, you were so used to him scowling, sneering, or scoffing that you genuinely thought he physically couldn't smile- at least not like this.
"My, my." He touched you gently, tugging you forward against your will, "That is good news. And very much worth pulling me from my work. Were you hiding this from me, my dear [Name]? Or were you just now finding out yourself?"
You fought to swallow the lump in your throat, the fear and disgust clear across your face even as he hugged you tenderly. Not even in private- he had never touched you like that- even in private.
"I'm certain My Lady is too overwhelmed, My Lord." The doctor piped up, "If I may?"
"Hurry up then." Frieza snapped without breaking that creepy smile, "Before I lose my patience."
"My Lady did only just find out today." They gulped, "That's why I insisted it was urgent. My Lady cried tears of happiness upon hearing the news, so she may not be capable of gathering her thoughts into words just yet, My Lord."
"If you say so." Frieza stated coldly before turning you, putting every ounce of warmth he could muster into his voice, "As for you my dear, have you eaten anything yet? What would you like? You shouldn't be on your feet. I'll have a custom pod crafted for you. And one for the baby when they come along."
You didn't have words for this situation. Everything about Frieza's demeanor had you on edge. Especially when he lifted you off the table, sliding you gently into his pod. You were refusing to touch anything about this machine, thoughts racing as you contemplated demanding answers. But that could end in any number of ways- only 2 or 3 of which were positive.
The next several months were a complete 180 from what you had become accustomed to. Frieza was going out of his way to cater to you. Every. Tiny. Thing. You wanted a rare dish? His men were sent to obtain whatever was needed. You needed a back rub? Frieza was gently kneading you himself with the instruction of a professional- he couldn't let anyone else touch you after all. You had everything handed to you, being waited on hand and foot, all while Frieza yelled at anyone who dared to criticize you for anything.
It had you on edge for when the baby would be born. Would Frieza return to his nagging? Would he remain doting like this? What would he be like with your child? You had been informed the child would a boy. Maybe that would soften the blow? Maybe Frieza would be kinder for that reason alone... Or maybe he'd be worse. Your skin crawled just thinking about it. You would absolutely go to war for your son, even if it meant going against your far more powerful husband who could easily have you removed- or killed.
Even during labor, Frieza was as supportive and doting as he could be. Giving you his hand to hold while he murmured in your ear the whole time. What he was saying was perfectly fine, but you hated hearing this from him. You merely endured the whole thing, holding out for your son- Kuriza- the one good thing that would come of this cursed marriage.
You stayed on edge, waiting for Frieza to do something, anything, like he used to. But it never came. Every single time he addressed you, it was "my dearest" or "my darling". He never spoke ill of you, not even when you didn't look your absolute best. You kept one eye on him constantly, knowing that it was a horrid way to raise Kuriza. You could barely bury the hatchet for his sake, after everything Frieza did to you...
Once again awoken by Kuriza needing attention, you were the first to get up- tending to your son was the one piece of respite from your husband. Who sadly followed you to watch. You tensed up as his arms slipped around your waist, Frieza was being ever so gentle as he kissed along your neck. Humming softly, as if he were always a loving, doting husband.
"Back up." You half growled, "I don't want to risk dropping Kuriza because you're being clingy."
"Very well my darling." Frieza kissed your cheek tenderly, retreating a short distance to continue watching you. It creeped you out, but he clearly enjoyed you being motherly.
As soon as Kuriza was fast asleep in his crib, Frieza was glued to your side once more. Clearly he couldn't feel that you were tense, yelping when he lifted you off your feet. You hated this, where was this Frieza before? Why was he treating you like this now?
"Are you comfortable, my dearest?" He cooed at you as he tucked you closer to him under the covers.
You bit your tongue, rolling over to avoid him.
"Is something wrong my darling?"
"No."
"You've been tense for so long." He snuggled closer to you, "Have you been cold lately? Or are you just angered from your hormones?"
It took every ounce of your willpower to not snap at him, to keep your breathing normal, to just fall back asleep without making this a problem.
"[Name]?" He whispered softly in your ear, "You can tell me anything. Anything that bothers you."
"You."
"Hm?"
"You bother me." You struggled, trying to push him off you, "You've been bothering me for months now- our whole marriage in fact."
He sat up as you stood, pacing the room in anger, "And what have I done to warrant such?"
"You spent the beginning of our marriage tearing me down." You hissed as quietly as you could- just keep from waking Kuriza, "Every little thing I did was wrong. Everything I am, just so happened to be wrong. Endless comments of what I needed to do, how I needed to be. Not an ounce of grace or compassion as I adjust to life away from my family- adjust to being stuck here with you."
"Stuck here with me?" He gasped, "I picked you because you were perfect. You had to be mine."
"If I was so perfect, then why did you always tell me how bad and wrong I was?" You stepped toward him, getting in his face so you wouldn't get too loud, "You never- never- made me feel even remotely good enough to be here. Not once were you supporting or comforting or even remotely positive toward me until my pregnancy with Kuriza."
"I have been plenty loving and doting toward you before our pregnancy." He gently pushed you back with his head as he stood, not wanting to knock you over, but certainly not taking this sitting down, "There has never been a moment when I didn't love you."
"You never made it known to me." You hissed, not backing down this time, "Unless we were in private, you were coarse, harsh, and downright cruel towards me. I only accepted your advances because I was forced to, I'm only here because your father willed it- because you willed it. I have been on pins and needles ever since you switched to this- this- foreign concept masquerading as the person I was forced to marry."
"Am I not allowed to be flawed?" He hissed, "Must I be perfect to?"
"Must I!?" Your voice finally rose above the hissed whisper, "Why are you allowed grace but I'm not?"
"I never said-"
"But you do." You tried to push him backward, "Even if you don't notice it, I do. I always notice how small and unimportant you think I am."
"I HAVE NEVER SAID THAT!" Frieza's voice rang in your ears, waking Kuriza in the next room.
Both of you froze in place, Frieza's shoulders slumped slightly- not even capable of moving or reacting to your glare as you rushed off to calm Kuriza. You couldn't take this anymore. Taking the opportunity to snatch Kuriza's diaper bag and dashing off toward the hangers. Frieza just barely catching on as you bolted, for all his power- he couldn't catch you.
And it truly bothered him.
Squeezing into a capsule pod with Kuriza, you prepped for taking off. Ignoring Frieza as he ran toward you, lifting off just after he slammed a fist against the outside of the pod. His yelling was stifled, especially as you steered the ship out of his mobile base. This was survival- this was for Kuriza- this was for the years you would never get back.
Thankfully, cruising speed was easy to reach- as was auto pilot programming. You didn't even know where you were headed, just that it was far away from Frieza. Kuriza had fallen asleep in your arms, despite your panic and rushing- you didn't know what to do now. Frieza would undoubtedly have a tracker on this pod. He could easily send hundreds of men to reclaim you. But you were determined to stay away from him, for your son's sake- for your sanity.
The adrenaline was finally ebbing away, your breathing slowing as your mind finally gave up the consistent stream of what-ifs. It was clear that you would fall asleep soon- and needed to act quickly to make sure you wouldn't drop Kuriza. Being able to string the baby sling across yourself, securing Kuriza so you could lean back. The hum of the pod lulled you to sleep- finally granting you peace.
KREEAACC-TCH!!
Your arms reflexively curled around Kuriza as your pod was hit. You had no clue by what, just that it knocked you into the nearest gravitational pull. Sending you into a wild, unstoppable plummet- it was all you could do to hold onto Kuriza and hope you survive the crash. Curling inward on yourself, intending to shield Kuriza as much as possible as he screamed his little lungs out.
BOORAAASHHH!!!
Kuriza's screaming still rang in your ears as you straightened up. Double checking him, gently pressing and prodding to ensure he wasn't injured and only finding a tiny scratch on his horn. You relaxed slightly, knowing you were undoubtedly bruised to hell and had a broken bone somewhere- but you had to get out of here, quickly.
Kicking the door open jarred your whole body, waves of pain making it difficult to think. But you were able to get out, to stand or more accurately stumble a few steps away from the heavily damaged pod. Gathering your nerves, you bounced Kuriza softly, singing and humming to get him to settle.
You looked around the planet you found yourself on. A wide-open field with soft lilac grass, a line of thin, white bark trees with dark blue, broad, rounded leaves was close but still a good walk away. You spun in place, surveying your surroundings, but to no avail. It seemed like you were in an open field with a wide spaced forest. Nothing was closer in any one direction or other from what you could see.
Though Kuriza did settle, eventually. But you had little to no strength to move away from the space pod, and given the circumstances, you would need it for possible shelter. You sat next to the pod, leaning against the cold metal- despite the crash, it was stable to be around. Yet before you could even think to close your eyes, the whoosh of spaceships coming down overhead shot another rush of adrenaline through your body.
Leaping to your feet, you bolted for the tree line. Ignoring the pain in your legs, anything to escape Frieza. You straight-armed your way past the trees. Racing between the trees easily thanks to the odd spacing. All you could do was move forward. Every breath crashed in your ears. Every footfall shot through your nerves. Kuriza woke, crying his little head off from your panic, the jostling not doing him any favors.
You couldn't tell if the crashing noises were external or internal at this point. All you knew was run, and fast.
Skidding to a halt, you narrowly avoided a tree falling in front of you. The shadow of a massive creature jumping your peripheral before you turned, continuing to bolt. Your legs were going to give out soon if you didn't find shelter. The air was tearing through your trachea and lungs; you were in danger of hyperventilating.
This wasn't good. This wasn't good. This wasn't-
And it just got worse as Frieza appeared in front of you. Nothing about this situation was good, running for your life from everything- and all of it showing up at once. But here you were, being yanked behind Frieza as he blasted the beast that had been following you.
You had no ability to escape from his grasp this time. He scooped you up, ignoring your protests and kicking. His face was completely unreadable as he flew with you and Kuriza in his arms. You focused on settling Kuriza to the best of your ability, knowing what would be coming. A long rant while you were stuck in recovery- no doubt.
Frieza held you until you reached the infirmary, and even then, he kept his tail curled around your wrist as he lifted Kuriza from your arms.
"St-"
"Stay still." He cut you off with a soft, low tone, "You need to rest and recover. I'll care for Kuriza, but first he needs a checkup."
It took every ounce of self-control to hold your tongue. You knew he was right. And it tore you up inside. You just wanted to be free or at least feel like you were loved within your marriage. The way Frieza had treated you was all over the place, and here you were suffering from all of his- and your- actions.
You laid still as the doctor checked you over, prodding your body slowly while you winced every few minutes. Frieza hovered over you the entire time, Kuriza laying calmly in a crib pod by his side. The way he was stroking your cheek and shoulder was so tender, unnervingly so. It embarrassed you to no end as your eyes watered, tears falling down the sides of your head. You couldn't tell if Frieza cared or if he was being possessive over you.
When the doctor finally moved away, Frieza moved to the side of your bed. His eyes were weirdly gentle, but you knew what was coming... any second now you were going to be chastised like a child and insulted for more things than you even knew was wrong with you.
"What was going through your head?" Frieza was speaking softly, wiping at your tears, "Why would you take Kuriza and run off like that?"
You jerked your head away, unable to even explain yourself, nothing you thought sounded even half-decent.
"[Name]..."
"I just wanted freedom." You whimpered, "To feel loved and wanted as something other than an incubator or trophy."
He leaned in, gently pecking your cheek, "That was my fault. I'm sorry. This was never supposed to happen."
"So why?" You turned to look him in the eyes, "Why wouldn't you stop when I was miserable? When I was avoiding you constantly?"
"I never noticed." He admitted, "I was focused on the fact that I had you, with no idea how to keep you. Nor to make you happy."
You turned away again. Wanting to believe him, but unable to move past the 2 years of torment. Even so, you leaned into Frieza's hand. You wanted to believe him- you really wanted to.
"Why did you take Kuriza with you?" Frieza asked, "He could have been injured or worse killed."
"I know." You could hear the pathetic quivering in your voice, "But he is the only good thing that came from this marriage. I couldn't just leave him behind and risk him being torn down the same way I was."
Frieza sank a little, "I- I would never. And I know you have no reason to believe me, but I didn't mean a word of it. I've always had to be perfect myself within my family. To me- such high standards are considered a form of love."
"So you were going to tear him down at some point in the future?" You whimpered, "When standards are that high- people won't want to be near you willingly."
"I can see that now." He stared at the hurt look in your eyes, "I do apologize [Name], from the bottom of my heart. I want you to stay here with me. You and Kuriza both. I don't know what I'd do without you two."
"I..." You stared up at Frieza, hearing Kuriza's little snores from just behind him, "I'll-"
"Please just stay." Frieza pleaded, "You don't have to love me back, just stay. I will try to do better- to earn your hand in this marriage. Because I do love you [Name]. You're my most precious treasure, you and Kuriza both.
May I please request headcanons for Light, L, and Matsuda reacting to their firefighter S/O who’s a captain sacrificing herself to save her team and giving them a heartfelt goodbye before she dies?
Heya! It takes so long to write because the plot bunnies don't like sitting still...
The despair he feels as the realization hits is overwhelming
He considers writing all of your coworkers/bosses/whoever was responsible for the fire in the Death Note
Eventually talks himself out of it because he knows that's not what you would want
Spends far too much time laying awake at night- thinking through the situation trying to find that one detail that would have meant you survived
He refuses to admit this haunts him as badly as it does
But he can't beat the allegations when he's carrying around your keys, old badges, and personal cell
The inhuman screeching he's doing, yelling at you to stop and let him help you figure out how to get out of there is nearly deafening to the people near him
Someone has to help Watari hold him back from running into the building after you
He goes into a bad spiral- listening to your final words on repeat, exclusively eating your favorite foods, anything that will make it feel like you're still here
The hours of research he does afterwards to figure out how you could have survived only makes him feel worse
Do not ask how he hacked into the body cams of your coworkers, or how many times he watched those videos just to see you in your final moments
Eventually he does calm down, but he has adopted your keychains and trinkets, they liter his desk/work area all the time
He sometimes talks to the trinkets when he's a little stressed
The helplessness he feels in this situation is soul-crushing
His coworkers have to stop him from overdrinking afterwards, they all go with him to keep an eye on him
But he is distraught, going out with your old coworkers at least once, maybe twice, just to hear stories about you
He managed to get a recording of your last words and a couple body cam feeds from them to help him grieve
He starts doing small things that you used to (like mimicking the way you'd tap a spoon against your cup or listening to your old playlists while cleaning) to help him feel better
He still keeps your coats and shoes by the door for a few months before donating them to charity- something you'd talked about doing anyways
Hiya!! Would you mind writing Dragon Ball characters (who ever you choose) x mitsuri!reader?? (I rlly like mitsuri if you couldn’t tell LMAO)
Hol' up... gotta do a little research...
Definitely hoping this means Mitsuri of Demon Slayer. That's... That's who I'm referencing as Reader.
He doesn't know how to feel about you, on the one hand- you are extremely strong and capable of fighting and defending yourself, on the other- you can be a little annoying when he's trying to train
He worries about you being taken advantage of however, you seem far too innocent for your own good
He can absolutely hear you coming more than a mile away, he lets you tackle him with hugs and/or hide under his cape while hugging him
He doesn't understand marriage in and of itself, but he can't deny how bright you make life- even if it is against his will
Though when you get quiet, he does everything he can think of to help walk you through it- doesn't matter if you've "gotten over" what happened, he knows things like that can pop up and cause problems for years
He is blinking slowly at you practically all the time, he doesn't know how to feel- but he deeply enjoys your company
Loves listening to you go on and on about things- even if you aren't saying words, he knows exactly what you're saying
He has adopted your speech patterns- much to everyone's dismay
Adores when you hang off him, literally loves having you nearby
Also has no clue what marriage is, but he won't look at anyone else anyways
Finds it cute that you can fight- especially when you show off major feats of strength like its nothing
He both does and doesn't understand how you feel about things that happened in the past, at the very least he will try to comfort you at first chance
Slightly weirded out by how energetic you are, he jokes about how you're part bouncy ball
Tries to show off his strength, but he also loves when you show off your strength as well (he's only a little jealous/awkward about it)
Has spent far too long trying to figure out what language you use when you get hyper, until Goku or Bulma mentions that you just make random noises sometimes
May or may not adopt your mannerisms, starts making noises when he can't find the word
He will jump you the second you mention marriage; you are over his shoulder while he looks for the priest
When you go quiet, he sits with you and holds your hand- he knows what its like to lose people in combat and the dark places it can leave you
Constant Tired Dad expression, how can someone have so much energy?
Zones out frequently when you start making noises during conversation, still knows exactly what you're saying
Lowkey hates how efficient the noise making strat is for communication though...
Will not admit that he loves how clingy you can be at times, he is a little touch starved
He doesn't know how he feels about marriage- as this would be his second one, but he can't deny his feelings for you
Every time you get extra quiet, he starts oversharing about himself- particularly about the people he's lost in battle and how he's coped with that, ways he learned to live with the pain
He doesn't show it, but he loves your over-the-top energy and clingy affections
Will spar as much as you want to, or go do anything- you genuinely make life feel more colorful and fun
He loves snickering as you two show off how deceptively strong you guys are
Will toss a little snark and shade at you from time to time, all in the most playful manner possible
Perfectly content in whatever relationship status you'd want; marriage, dating, situationship- he just likes being with you
Gets really worried when you go quiet, he tries to get you to open up and talk to him so he can help
He's a little miffed that you're a bit taller than him...
But you being as strong and capable as you are is a bonus
He finds it adorable how you bounce around and cling to him, a little less when you hug his soldiers (he won't stop you, but he is watching like a hawk, so his men don't touch you in ways he doesn't approve)
Though he is snickering when you lowkey terrorize Dodoria and Zarbon with group hugs- The Ginyu Force have no problems with group hugs, but you have to initiate (they are terrified of Frieza getting them if they start it)
He doesn't notice when you start making random noises instead of using words, he just assumes its a second (or third+) language
Marriage was a given after a short adjustment/dating period, Frieza is thrilled to bits to have such a strong (and gorgeous) partner on his arm
He is not good at comforting you when you go silent, but he learns fast to shut up and hug in those instances
He is always snickering/laughing at your antics, whether you're tackle hugging him or his men- he finds it entertaining
He actually loves when you start making noises while talking, makes it easier to listen to you and do his thing
Every time you out-lift his men he has to hide or risk roaring with laughter- he loves seeing you show off like that
He also figured marriage was a given- eventually, a powerful partner on his arm will make him seem like a far better ruler than his little brother...
He has seen how his men handle death of a comrade, so he tries to show you compassion and empathy when you go silent- he won't let you go through things like that alone (he hates seeing you not being yourself)
Hi hi! I was wondering if I can request piccolo dating or being married to female!reader who’s a cat hybrid? Please and thank you 👨❤️💋👨
Sunbeam relationship...
Maybe going to Bulma for advice on this was a bad idea. Of course Piccolo knew what kind of shiny things you liked to wear- your style as Bulma put it. But it seemed fruitless to think so hard about the ring he was going to propose with. One of the prettiest, little, sparkly things he could offer you- something that would denote you as his, in the most benign way possible. Maybe your taste in jewelry was rubbing off on him, Piccolo couldn't stop glancing at the ring on his way to your house.
Why he was even partaking in this tradition was beyond him. Years spent on the planet and listening to his surroundings about what to do... that had to be it. Why else would he want to ask someone to spend their days around him? Why else would he want companionship?
Then again why wouldn't he want you near him for the rest of his life?
Every ounce of his nerves felt like they were on fire, despite the cold air rushing past him- Piccolo couldn't stop thinking about how you might react. The ways you'd tell him no, the weight of the possible rejection threatened to knock him right out of the air. And yet the way you smiled contently while you stretched out across his lap- keeping him company during his training- that kept him going forward. Whatever was coming next could only happen if he took the action right now, no other way around it.
Almost predictably, you were sunbathing outside- stretched out across your favorite patch of soft grass near a large shade tree. Piccolo's mind flooded with a plethora of happy and content moments, mostly him pretending to train while enjoying how you snuggled against him. It was simultaneously relaxing and nerve-wracking- all he had to do was land and ask you to marry him. So what was stopping him? Why was he hesitating?
It had to happen, it had to. Piccolo had no reason to believe you'd be anything except delighted to be with him. And yet he couldn't shake the nervousness as he finally touched down a few feet from you. His legs were somewhere between lead and rubber, even as he knelt down to your level. You had long since noticed Piccolo, staring at him as he approached. Smiling up at him was doing nothing for his nerves, but you loved the way his face flooded with color during these little silent power struggles.
"Hey there stranger." You purred up at him, "What do I owe the visit?"
"Uh..." Piccolo swallowed the lump in his throat, "I just... I wanted to ask you something."
Sitting up and stretching, popping your back before turning to him, you were not surprised when you caught Piccolo staring- as he pointedly jerked his head away, the pink-ish purple color on his cheeks spreading down to his neck and ears. "So what is it?"
"I... I uh-" Piccolo cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he pulled a small box from his pocket, "[Name], we've been seeing each other for quite a long time. And I know I'm not exactly the easiest person to get along with. And that I've said, and done, things that weren't always the best. But I... Well, I know you know that Nameckians don't really do this, but I. I mean I'm pretty sure I qualify as an Earthling given the circumstances."
"Who are you and what have you done with Piccolo?" You snickered, "Where's the walkie talkie?"
"I'm not!" Piccolo was beyond flustered, "I just! Let me finish!"
"Sorry, sorry. Go ahead."
Piccolo cleared his throat again, trying to regain his focus. Not wanting to admit to himself that he was going off the deep end and talking far more than he'd ever done before. Even with you, if he thought about it for more than a couple seconds.
"I... [Name]... Will you marry me?"
Your face fell instantly, going from playful smirking to utter shock. Other than the initial glance, you hadn't bothered looking at the little box in his hands until he purposefully brought your attention to it. Opening it to reveal an absolutely gorgeous ring, soft silver band with small, colorful gems along it- leading to the large, clear diamond in the center. You were shaking, Piccolo was worried. Not only were being silent, but you weren't moving. Was this- was this a good thing? Or was he doing it wrong?
His thought process was derailed by you tackling him to the ground, the ring box going flying into the grass. Piccolo didn't know how to deal with this, he wasn't prepared to be sprawled in the grass. His legs shot out awkwardly from the pressure as soon as the ground let up. You weren't paying the slightest bit of attention as you nuzzled your face against his neck. Words failing you as the emotions tried to escape however they could. You wanted this more than anything, just assuming that Piccolo coming around all the time was basically the same thing.
All those hours, days spent relaxing and somewhat talking with one another felt like a proper domestic lifestyle. Just one where you two lived separately. It was perfectly fine by you, the occasional nights spent snuggling- and eventually going further, into more intimate waters. But to actually go through with a wedding? You never considered it. Piccolo was right, you knew he wasn't human in any sense, so it was never something you thought he wanted.
And now it was Piccolo's problem, dealing with a clingy cat hybrid who seemed five seconds away from gently biting him- as you were prone to do when you were happy or playful. He didn't want to hurt you, certain of what your answer was- that he had been worried about nothing. And he should have prepped for being aggressively snuggled instead. But at least he had his answer- he just had to try and find the ring in the long grass... and get you to settled down.
Piccolo had an inkling that you were going to be clinging to him for a week straight.
Hello, I'm new in here. I was wondering, can you do a scenario where the Shippuden characters of your choice reacts to reader being half-Senju and half-Uchiha who happens to be Tsunade's Grandniece please? Pretty sure Hashirama and Mito would be delighted to meet another of their descendants while Tobirama and Madara are having an existential crisis right now.
👀 psst, who gave you my OC notes? /jk
Doing a headcanon style post with this (hope this is okay by you) maybe could expand it later as a story or similar. With the OC being roughly 27-34 (so Jonin sensei ages).
He is having flashbacks of Tsunade growing up, regardless if she acts like her great aunt or not
While he acknowledges her skills and prowess, he can't see anything except a little girl playing nin (again flashbacks to Tsunade as a child)
Very doting and loving, doesn't care about or notice she's part Uchiha unless its out of respect for both his old friend and his great-great-great-great-grandniece (at least I think that's how many greats go here...)
He tries to bond in the brief time available to them though to mixed results as some of this time is spent keeping his younger brother in check
She is cautiously optimistic about the future of Konoha with such a strong shinobi in the village
Though she doesn't know if she (the grandniece) will become a future host/mother of the host of Kurama and it worries Mito
Even so, she does try to impart her wisdom on her descendant as best she could in the time she has
Will be busy keeping Hashirama from endangering himself, her, and everyone in 5-mile radius with some crazy expedition
His first instinct is to challenge her to a battle of Sharingan, wanting her to prove herself a "true Uchiha"
He begrudgingly accepts that her being half Senju as a good thing for her power level to excel past possibly even Kaguya's
Though he wants to be the one who trains her to ensure she is the strongest possible- he will NOT hear a word of how he is unable to or won't have enough time to do so
Will end up fighting Tobirama in a shouting match that could level the village with their voices alone
Hashirama has to hold him back to keep him from stabbing the nearest Uchiha (not grandniece, he doesn't hold her accountable for being an Uchiha)
He tries to keep her from Madara (and any other Uchiha in the area) so she doesn't learn from them (disregarding that she has Sharingan and needs to learn to control that/use it effectively)
He will notice if this upsets her and be apologetic for it, but he isn't ready to let go of all that hate for anything (but he can at least stop talking about it and being so rude toward her Uchiha relative)
Will try to train her in the forbidden techniques he's created to teach her what they were supposed to be for since the scrolls explaining the proper uses have gone missing/were damaged/were never made
"You will NOT touch her"
Very protective over her grandniece, despite not being good with kids- grandniece is the exception
Though this only started when grandniece was roughly 13-14 years old- when Tsunade began teaching her to fight/heal
Tsunade is so far removed from the vitriolic hatred of Uchiha to really care about that
Bit of a chaotic aunt, but also wants what's best for her grandniece and will do what she can to ensure that happens
Crazy supportive uncle trope- also a bit of a bad influence
Bolts as soon as he hears Tsunade coming, shrieking that it was like tHAAAAAAAAAT!
Might have peeked once or twice before he realized who he was looking at... then he vanished- that's the one line he draws (because Tsunade drew it for him and he quite likes his ribs intact thank you)
Does at least try to train her in various jutsu (under Tsunade supervision of course) when he gets a chance
Would try things- but he fears Tsunade more than anything (especially after what happened prior to her becoming Hokage)
Has offered to "help" her with her Sharingan, by taking them from her permanently (he might have given her decent eyes in return but...)
Respects her strength as well, but again- he fears Tsunade far more than he is willing to attack grandniece
Is respectful but otherwise distant since he can't help but think of the Uchiha Massacre every time he sees her
Seems like they are rivals on some level, but they barely register each other's existence unless they're working together
They have spoken about their Sharingan a few times, mostly so Kakashi could see how his eye was faring since the information has been nearly expunged from the records
There are times when they sit near each other doing their own things and get misinterpreted as being close
He is constantly asking to train so he can get a better feel for fighting someone with Sharingan
Also overly friendly as he is with basically everyone, always offering to bring them along for dinner and drinks or similar hangouts
Very supportive and trying to hype her up
They have been misinterpreted for a couple once or twice due to his actions more so than hers
Has been traveling with her and Tsunade for so long she's just used to her antics
Finds her a little annoying since they are roughly the same age yet Shizune feels so far behind
Often busies herself with Ton Ton to avoid her at every opportunity
Has learned exactly how much she can push grandnieces' buttons before Tsunade steps in (and neither has a good time when Tsunade steps in)
He is lowkey tired, he didn't sign up for a second Tsunade (grandniece isn't much like her but still)
Kept her Uchiha heritage a secret from Danzo so Tsunade could sneak her out
He knows she will be either a huge menace or the best shinobi Konoha would have to offer depending on how she grows as a nin
He does regret not being able to watch/help her grow, but does return to death in complete contentment knowing that she became a great shinobi (as well as Tsunade since both were somewhat his students)
He doesn't quite know how he feels about her, they have a very surface level relationship as coworkers
The fact that she's half Uchiha/half Senju means basically nothing to him, he has come to terms with the prejudges of the village and his own stance on matters
They barely talk when she joins in on plans, but they get along well enough in friendly terms
Occasionally they will train together, but Asuma gets rather nervous over her Sharingan
She has equally mixed feeling as Asuma does, not quite knowing what to think about grandniece
Though Kurenai does spend more time around her than anyone else (besides Shizune and Tsunade) so she knows more about how grandniece can be
She has said quite a bit about grandnieces' Uchiha heritage, but usually just basic curiosity about Sharingan vs other kinds of illusion/mind control kekkai genki
I have an interesting head Canon story for Castle of Cagliostro
It takes ace after the events of the film where clarisse is the current ruler of cagliostro however she begins to wonder if this is the life she wants although she understands the people need a leader she begins to ponder who she wants to be in life
It'll be interesting to be sure
Clarisse's old room was far, far different from when she first took the mantle of her kingdom, no longer feeling as a prison cell- yet it still held a suffocating air. One she disliked greatly. Though she couldn't quite put her finger on why she felt such a way. Her people were safe, prosperous even and she had no need for a consort or anyone to assist in her diplomatic duties. In spite of her age, her equals treat her as such and respect her as a leader.
Yet it still felt as if she were missing something, being held back from something- she simply had no clue as to what that may be nor how to discover what that may be.
The weight of the ring around her finger was minimal, yet so very heavy simultaneously. Her last conversation with Lupin replayed in her head. Had it truly been three years already? Was that what she was missing?
Adventure
Unfortunately, that was not feasible- as Clarisse had a responsibility to her people, they needed her far more. But could she truly be the leader they needed if she was constantly daydreaming of things completely unrelated to her duties. Could she truly do what is right and proper with so little life experience?
Yet maybe such things were beyond her scope, something far too great for her to think about at the moment. The view from her window was just a splendid as ever, the once ruined city had been all but restored. Polished rocks glinting in the late evening sun, Clarisse could see the tiny dots of people going about their daily lives. There was a sense of contentment and pride in the sight, her people knew peace with little subjugation- free to live their lives without strife, however they may choose. So why was there a cold lump residing in the pit of her stomach?
Was she merely being selfish in her desires?
Her thoughts returned to the thieves and Inspector who once offered her friendship and guidance- though not in any obvious ways. The ways in which they had assisted her during her moment of need had made this future even possible. Her handmaid having secretly being a spy herself and teaching her how to fight back whilst still being lady-like. The man she'd rescued 10 years prior being the one to claim himself a knight, honor bound to ensure she was safe and happy. An Inspector who ruined the dark dealings going on within her council- her forced fiancé- and removing such things from her plate. If only she had more time to ask them for advice, to see if they knew how to lead people.
Clarisse truly wanted to be a good leader for her people, yet she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something missing from her life. Perhaps she could travel as a ruler, though it would be a gamble. Her people needed their ruler to govern, protect, and lead. Yet she also knew there was more to life, more out there to explore and discover. Could her ability to lead be affected by experiences? Was she already doing the best for her people? Or were there areas in which she needed to improve?
Raising her gaze up to the horizon, the brilliant orange and simmering yellows of the sunset were dazzling. Clarisse had her whole life ahead of her, yet she had no clue where to begin, nor what she would do with such time. Leading her people was her top priority, but part of her wished to explore and live a little differently.
But would that truly be enough for her to live contently afterwards?
Hello! May I request Frieza x sweet/shy F!Reader who is a protagonist from FighterZ game (Enemy Warrior Arc) who thought the events of game was a dream (if you never played it, feel free to ignore my ask, the story is great but game is kinda niche XD). If you decide to answer this, thank you for taking your time <3 If not, thank you for reading this <3
As someone who has the game but still hasn't played it (only so many hours in the day T-T) I resorted to looking up the plot for this.
You woke with a start from a very familiar nightmare- worryingly familiar at that. But you couldn't put your finger on why you were having such nightmares. Frieza had never asked you to do anything- be anything other than yourself. While you had seen him be a little upset with how gentle you were with others, some of his comments about how sweet you were had a slight lacing of disappointment and condescension. But he was never rude or pushy about it, he was surprisingly good at apologizing when he took things too far. Sometimes going overboard with extravagant dates or gifts- always something you loved or wanted, regardless of what he had to do to obtain it.
So why were your nightmares riddled with becoming him? Why were you worried about possibly becoming him when the worst thing you did by yourself was yell at people. It was always you being pushed way beyond your boundaries and backed up by Frieza. Usually also comforted by him in private since you hated being so assertive, it felt wrong to even yell in the first place. So why were you having nightmares being Frieza? About being so forceful and assertive and commanding in ways you'd never been before?
And why did these nightmares involve talking to Frieza as a disembodied voice?
Stumbling into the kitchen area just off the room you shared with Frieza- when he could be bothered to sleep, from what you knew of Arcosians they didn't need as much sleep as you did- you shakily took several long sips of cold water from the sink. The cup just barely clinking against the counter as you tried to steady yourself, breathing deeply as your mind settled. Not that it was going down easily, replaying the series of dreams from the past month like a lengthy movie.
"[Name]." Frieza reached out as he stepped forward, "Are you okay?"
Both of you jumped when his hand touched your shoulder. You genuinely didn't hear him at all, hadn't registered his presence until he touched you. While it did annoy him- Frieza was far more worried about why you were up at this time.
"S-sorry." You mumbled, lowering your head to take another sip of water, "I, I didn't notice you."
"What's wrong?" He had to keep himself under control- not let his anger get the better of him, "Why are you up right now? Has something happened?"
"Ju- just a nightmare." You crumpled inward on yourself, still propping yourself up with the counter, "I... it..."
"The same one?"
"...yes. Sort of..."
"Sort of?" Frieza eased his arms around your shoulders, gently tugging you back into him, "Elaborate. ...please."
"It- it was just as vivid as the previous ones." You laid your head on his shoulder, turning to face him and wrapping your arms around him. Seeking his comfort, "But this time I was fighting a large green bug-looking thing. It- They- Whatever it was called itself Cell and sounded like it- they- he?- was made of metal. Or had something machine-like about... it..."
"Just refer to Cell as he." Frieza nudged the side of your head softly, I'll understand whom you're referring to."
He couldn't tell if you were nodding or nuzzling into his neck, but he knew you needed this. You could feel his arms tightening around your back, drawing you in closer as you clearly needed the comfort.
"I don't know why, but we were arguing about something." You murmured, "You were just a disembodied voice, and you were yelling at me. But I don't remember what was being said. I- I just don't know. I feel like I'm going crazy."
Frieza's tail twitched. This was the first time you'd mentioned that sort of detail. That explained so many things, especially given the situation at hand. His revival had a set of very unfavorable circumstances attached to it- the worst of which had to be sharing his body with a goody-two shoes. But had he known he was sharing a body with his beloved partner- even if you were a bit too nice for your own good- he never would have been so harsh with them. All he knew about the soul was it kept him from doing evil acts.
He should have known it was you.
Now how was he supposed to proceed? Allow this to continue without input? Out himself as having been your tormentor? Would you even give him the chance to apologize? To explain the situation? Would you believe him if he tried?
You were very close to falling asleep in Frieza's arms, the way he was rubbing circles into your back. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, what he was about to do. But you knew you weren't going to be able to keep your eyes open for much longer.
"Freeza..." You murmured lowly under your breath, "Hmm fallng slpp."
He tilted his head down, meeting your half-open eyes- already seeing what your slurred whisper couldn't actually say. There would be plenty of time to contemplate his next actions as you slept. Perhaps he was too far in his own thoughts- perhaps it wasn't as deep as he truly thought. For now you just needed rest, and possibly him keeping watch for the night.
There was nothing to stop him from lifting you, carrying you back to bed. Nor was there anything that could stop him from curling up next to you, his tail around your lower leg while you were tucked perfectly in his arms. Frieza had all night to think about how to tell you what happened, all night to contemplate how to apologize for his actions, all night to watch you sleep. Cozy in his presence like no one would ever get to experience in their life- like no one would ever understand.
But you thinking everything was just a dream, an on-going nightmare might make this more difficult to talk this through.
LMAO what? Did you not pay attention to the rest of the show?
Ironpants was on this path from his first appearance.
LMAO what? Do you have the reading comprehension of a 4 year old?
That's you. That's what you sound like.
Funny you couldn't be bothered to come off anon for it tho. At least own your petty assholery.
But, because I actually want to talk about RWBY- as much as I can pretend to be talking to someone whilst I scream into the internet void on Tumblr- I'll humor you with what I actually meant this morning.
Now then.
See I caught this when he rolled up to a gala strapped with an itchy trigger finger. It wasn't very subtle, but I can still lament the lack of complexity in RWBY's characters and the morality binary they've defaulted to. I want more complex internal struggles and people who do the right thing the wrong way. I thought James would be that pillar character that kept popping up because he is a military leader with a very rigid ideology about how things should go. I want to explore that, I would have loved for the show to explore that too.
If James had stuck around, been a dark shade of grey instead of black or white, it would have given an antagonistic force for the main cast to bounce off of and have them questioning if they are doing the right or going about their struggles the right way.
Ya know, kinda like how they hinted at but never followed through on because if you aren't with the titular bitchulars then you're a no-good, low-down, good-for-nothing, dime store bad guy and you need to die.
That said, they went to Ironwood because he was a seemingly trustworthy ally that had more than enough resources to help them along their quest. But because he wasn't willing to say "you're right, lol. we'll save EVERYONE because it wouldn't make things harder at ALL even tho the demon witch lady is banging on our front door and could very well tear that bitch off its motherfucking hinges at any second"- they deemed him an irredeemable villain and the writing double, even tripled down on making that cold reading reality.
I'm not saying that James should have been all sunshine and rainbows while he was in the middle of a panic attack and trying to rework his plans, but it would have been so much more interesting if he kept trying to reach out, to plan, to say "hey, we don't have to trust each other, buuuuut- I can cut you a deal if you you'll listen to me for like 5 mins, m'kay?" He should have made more mistakes and spiraled a hell of a lot harder than he did but no, instead he just rocks up, shoots a counsilman over Clover's death bed, and threatens to bomb a city that he plans to leave for dead anyway.
Like hello? any neurons firing in there? Ain't you supposed to be the tin man- not the scarecrow? Haven't you been the military leader for at least a decade or two? Where are all the plans? Why don't you seem to have the ability to remember past battles and how you resolved- I dunno- any conflict that couldn't be solved with brute force ever?
And don't you try to argue about Mettle. I will make you eat a kettle damn it.
Even in hyper-focusing, your mind will go 90 mph and think of EVERY possible solution that could even remotely have a snowball's chance in hell of working.
James should have gotten himself to the point where he stopped at nothing to get everyone who was travelling with Ruby (especially all the girls) in custody so that he wouldn't have to worry about where the Winter Maiden powers would go later. Hell, he should have been setting up backup plans in case no one would listen. From coercion to blackmail to straight up stuffing their soul in an Atlesian Knight so he could forcibly overwrite their wills at a moment's notice if he felt he needed to. HE COULD HAVE AND FRANKLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN WORSE IF THEY REALLY WANTED THE GENOCIDE GENERAL.
But, the plan I had for a morally grey Ironwood could have been someone who doesn't trust anyone, still goes after solutions he thinks will work no matter who they smite, and is only haunted by his actions long after the ability to reverse them would be thrown out the window. Ruby and Co. should have told the truth so James could spiral over his whole life being a lie (like Qrow did) and not having the luxury of fully processing it while Salem tried to tear the front door off its hinges.
He should have been trying so hard to convince himself that trust Ruby and Co was the right move. We should be agonizing over how little James trusts anyone while he is stuck in a constant loop of "but they haven't lied to me, right?" He should be slowly losing his sanity while trying to justify his actions and figure out what he should do next. How he should try to stop Salem because everyone and third cousin clearly forgot that world peace/uniting all people was a win condition set by the God of Light. He should eventually lose all trust/respect he has for Ruby and Co, especially after Blake and Yang tell Robyn about Amity. He should take Oscar into custody and begin to think of Qrow, Oscar, and Robyn as pawns to coerce others into doing what he wants.
He should be that convinced he's doing the right thing while actively making worse and worse choices.
And he shouldn't apologize for any of this because Mettle should be blinding him to the consequences of his own actions. He shouldn't know or understand how any of this would affect others until he has to stare at the literal collateral damage piling up on his front lawn. Making him a morally grey character with more depth than a puddle in the Nevada desert would have been so much better and more interesting than the abrupt heel turn we got.
The way he was handled in Vol 7 was actually extremely good. But fuck me for hoping that the writers would continue that actual subtlety I guess. And double fuck me for expressing that opinion on Tumblr in the year 2025, yeah?
Brassius agrees to watch Hassel's Appletun shortly after it had a clutch of eggs so he can go a visit with his family. Brassius doesn't know the first thing about taking care of the Appletun though and calls Reader who has a little experience as a nursery worker.
Maybe agreeing to watch Hassel's Appletun was a mistake. Of course, Brassius would never hesitate to help a friend, especially when Hassel was going to see his family for a couple weeks while the school had a long break. But this apple-dragon brooding over its clutch of eggs was far too much for Brassius to handle. Between not wanting to anger the beast and not knowing what kinds of foods to even prepare as Hassel didn't give many details, it was starting to look a little hopeless.
There was only one solution he could think of in a time like this. For you, Brassius' closest friend, his beloved, just so happened to have a little experience working at a Pokémon nursery in your spare time. Surely, you'd know something about brooding and nesting Pokémon. It wasn't like he had many other people he could turn to with something like this.
And in a few short minutes you were pulling up on the back of your Cyclizar, Brassius looked far more relieved compared to how calm he sounded over the phone. But you chalked it up to his attempts to not cause a scene within his league building or risk the Appletun destroying his studio.
"I've tried everything I can think of so far." Brassie led you into a small room off his studio, "But she doesn't seem to want to eat or drink anything. And she snaps at anyone approaching her clutch of eggs. I can't make heads or tails of this. Hassel mentioned she had a sweet demeanor, and I've never had trouble before but..."
You frowned, "Were all the visits with Hassel nearby? Were they somewhere she was familiar with or...?"
Brassius shook his head, "It was always one or the other I suppose but that has never been a factor before now. She has been in my studio countless times, and in this room. I've interacted with her numerous times without Hassel being even remotely near."
"Maybe one of the clutch is close to hatching then." You knelt down to be a bit more level with the Appletun, "That can make even Docile Pokémon vicious."
Brassie hummed, hovering just behind you as you gently pulled the food and water bowls away from the Appletun. Checking the contents and trying to keep from being in range of the Pokémon's jaws. The only thing you could think to do was add a little honey to both bowls, leaving the rest in the jar for the Appletun to eat at her leisure.
You shooed Brassie out of the room, both of you peeking through a tiny crack in the door. While he didn't know why you were doing this, he had to stifle a gasp when the Appletun actually stood. She waddled to the bowls, sniffing before eagerly lapping up the contents of both bowls and polishing off the jar of honey.
"That was incredible." Brassie hugged you, nearly causing the two of you to topple over, "How did you figure that out?"
The confused and concerned eye twitch back and forth between Brassius and the door gave him a slight pause. "I mean... Pokémon with clutches get territorial, even with people they know and trust. Especially if one of them is about to hatch. While it'll be impossible to know for sure, it best to treat the situation like that."
"I- I see." Brassie mumbled, "I should have realized."
"You're too hard on yourself Brassie." You sighed bemusedly, "Besides, why are you watching over Hassel's Appletun? Did something happen?"
"Not quite." Brassius led you back to a corner of the studio where he kept table and chairs, "Well, nothing serious. Hassel is merely taking advantage of the school break to visit his family, and I presume once again plead his case about not becoming the head of the family. Though I can't say for certain what his intentions are."
"Naturally." You nodded, "Weird that he'd leave a brooding Appletun but I guess those eggs are all little Dragon types or else he would have."
"Possibly. Though I believe he mentioned something about not causing more stress to his Appletun than strictly necessary and hoping that most if not all of the clutch would be hatched by the time he returned."
Brassie paused for a second, "I do hope he returns before they hatch at all. I haven't the faintest clue what to do with half a dozen Applin. Assuming that is what all of them will hatch into. I am not very well versed in Dragon type Pokémon in general. Though I suppose I wouldn't be too out of my depth with Applin."
You couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Well, you can always call me up to help you some. Even if it is just moral support over the phone."
Brassius could keep the soft, simmering smile off his face, you could be too sweet at times.
Kinktober (Orgasm Control & Masturbation) [x Alucard- Helsing Ultimate]
"And why should I deflower you, my dear?" Alucard sighed, more than a little annoyed at your antics, "You do realize that will keep you from so many things, don't you?"
"It's not like that!" You whined, "You barely even touch me in innocent ways, is it really that bad to ask for a little attention?"
The way Alucard groaned, side-eyeing you aggressively- you knew you were right, and that he didn't want to admit to it. Though you weren't given a second to bask in your smugness, being lifted off your feet swiftly and tossed over his shoulder. You should have known where you were going, but it was still a little surprising to be tossed on your bed in his lair.
Alucard's eyes were narrowed, a soft, flickering tint of danger as his eyes flashed a deeper red color. You couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of being prey, despite logically knowing that Alucard wouldn't hurt you-
Then again... you didn't know why he kept you around either.
Fighting the urges to scoot as far up the bed as you could, knowing how foolish it was that your first instinct was to hide under the plush blanket; you weren't sure of your safety. Not until Alucard practically jumped you.
Not that the sudden movement did a damn thing to help your nerves, but the softness of his touch, the gentle way he pinned you down, that was all you needed to keep from screaming or fighting him off. You had asked for this, if only he'd given a little more of a warning before now.
"It truly is tragic how adorable you look [Name]." He cooed, leaning in against your flushed skin. Just barely grazing the warm flesh with his fangs, "Especially with your thumping heart and doe-eyes. My how tasty you look my dear."
You were grateful that he pressed his chilled lips to your neck, not that it made much difference in temperature. But it was a significant difference in sensation. Certainly threw everything you thought you knew into question.
But those thoughts were short lived as Alucard teasingly pulled at the hem of your shirt. His cold hands warming up against your skin, earning more squirming. Something Alucard took full advantage of in repositioning both of you into a more comfortable position and removing your clothes as effortlessly as he could.
He loved teasing you, finding yet another, softer avenue to do so as his hand trailed up your side. Fingers barely touching your skin as they wandered your bare body. Each soft motion earning a gentle groan before Alucard dipped his head lower on your body. Testing how you'd react to him licking you, wanting to see how much you might jump from the sensation.
And jump you did, his tongue was strikingly warm compared to the softer warmth of his hands. Not only that, but he targeted your breasts, specifically your nipple. Flicking and swirling his tongue in the most inhuman ways, so very incongruitous with how he presented himself. But that hardly mattered now as he kept you pinned to your bed. Relishing in every little moan, groan, and grunt that escaped your throat.
His ability to find all your 'weak spots' was maddening, keeping you on the verge of coming before he even touched your genitals. You were already a drooling mess begging for release by the time his hand found the opening of your clit. Slipping one finger between the soft, warm, soaking wet folds and pumping agonizingly slow.
Every little buck of your hips, every plea to speed up was ignored, denied as Alucard held your hips down. He sat up just beyond your torso, reshaping his free arm so as to pin your wrists above your head. Thoroughly enjoying the sight of you squirming and gasping underneath him, the way your back arched when he slipped a second finger in.
If you could have seen the way he was looking at you, the idea of being prey would have only strengthened. Yet you were too busy trying to keep your breath steady, keeping your sanity as he fingered you.
"Please. Alucaaaard!" You moaned, "Please lemme cum! I just wanna cum!"
Your pleas not only fell on deaf ears, but were overtaken by loud moans- ones that Alucard was much more receptive to overall. He could hardly contain his glee as you thrashed under him, trying to free yourself, to force the release you wanted, to do anything at all. And yet he waited until your body was shaking to finally let you cum, finally allow you to release and pass out. Carefully moving you so you could be under the covers and comfortable when you woke up.
Going to be pulling back on this year's October prompts by shuffling these like a deck of cards. Anyone can request something different before/during October and it will be priority posting. Details and prompt lists below the cut.
Yes I know I have a ton of requests already but I'm working on those to be out before October, if not then by the end of the year.
