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Well I have to ask soooo.... are these magical flutes birb specific? ๐ Would they affect other hybrids? Like, say, mimics? Mimics that might be wearing wings? ๐ (if you're keeping the tag I'm keeping the ๐)
they are birb specific :3 <3333
mimics are not real birbs no matter how much they want to play-pretend
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lol omg I almost made a post about this bc it was the first thing I saw when I opened twitter and it seemed so silly. But Iโve been too negative on my blog this week, so I withheld. Butโฆ since you are asking!
A user issued a lengthy apology bc theyโd made a joke where they said something along the lines of Danโs YouTube friends mustโve thought/wondered why he was โbitchlessโ before he was out, and they then referenced the Anthony interview where Anthony mentioned how he and Dan had never talked romance/anything serious before. The apology was for their word choice, for joking about his time being in the closet, and for discussing his sexuality at all.
In their apology thread they also mentioned their own experience being closeted and how theyโd always received loads of questions about dating. They put โin the closetโ in quotes and ppl jumped on that too. so they then clarified that theyโd put it in quotes bc theyโd been out to some ppl and because you never stop coming out to people even when youโre โout.โ Double apology. Silly all around imho.
omg tysm for this rundown, phannies who bring the news from twt are our bravest soldiers ๐๐ผ
this is soโฆโฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ like come on, it really is so silly for so many reasons. like provided the original tweet wasnโt super insensitive/rude/crass, which iโm guessing it probably wasnโt, like, thatโs totally fine??? since he came out, dan has talked A Lot about his experience with being gay, in the closet, etc, (i mean even as a super easy comparison, he talks about it much more than phil), and he knows heโs a public figure who makes stuff that is meant to spark a dialogue and meant to be discussed, so like itโs completely fine to talk about and lightheartedly joke about (like come on, a bitchless joke??? like as far as potentially Damagingโข๏ธ jokes, thatโs not even worth a post-it note on someoneโs desk, much less worth writing home about).
there are so many other content creators and internet celebrities who are queer but do not talk as directly or often about their experiences with queerness and coming out. if dan Hated any discussion about his sexuality, he wouldโve taken a route more like that. so much of what i see of twt phannie discourse involves this weird infantilization of dnp that completely ignores that they are grown adults working in a field that they have 15 years of experience in, a field that they themselves have pioneered a lot in. like obviously they have had less than ideal experiences when they were in the closet and much younger and the fandom was also much younger and less mature. but theyโve grown up, weโve grown up, and they wouldnโt be doing what they are doing now in the ways they are choosing to do now (eg constant jokes about their sexuality, relationship, etc) if they werenโt prepared for (and even welcome) our reactions and responses
the โin the closetโ thing is just as silly like oh my god why do these people care so much about the specific wording and grammar/punctuation that someone uses to talk about their own experience? truly everyone involved in this drama needs to take a deep breath and stop subscribing to this idea that weโre going to violate dnpโs boundaries and drive them off the internet again if we do anything other than comment โHaha great video! Canโt wait for the next one ๐โ when interacting with them and their work
#tysm for the ask and for sating my morbid curiosity lmao#itโs like the trenches over there it seems#bitchslapblastoids#answered#phandom
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do you know where most of your followers are from? Would it be alright for a poll using the seven continents as options?
my guess is most are from north america or europe but let's see!
#var's polls#asks#making it unrebloggable so just my followers answer#we shall sate your curiosity anon!
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#this is purely to sate my curiosity ok i'm not doing anything#i am working on answer the call as we speak my brain just has zoomies#bg3#totk
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@kukyc said: โI didnโt ask for your opinion.โ
Roxas rolled his eyes, cerulean eventually meeting golden. "Just because you don't want it, doesn't mean I'm not right."
#((i didnt know if this was from an ask mene so im gonna answer this in normal verse))#kukyc#v: a second chance#{sated curiosities: answered}#((also idk what roxas said but hes choosing to be sassy
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I was GOING to go to bed at a reasonable time tonight and then the bedtime fanfic movie posed a question (always a bad sign)- does Meri play the lute or the lyre? So now I'm elbow deep of the history of the lyre. That's fun.
#I did answer my question but my curiosity is simply not sated#I've been doing a LOT of background research lately on stuff like this. I've been watching a lot of spear fighting videos too.#it's a blast tbh I loooooove historical combat
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Hi rhi!!!! To say I love your fic is an understatement. I read it this morning when I woke up and itโs 6pm and Iโm still thinking about it. I was just wondering, how did Oikawa start catching feelings for the reader? Was it something that happened on the job, or did he like her even before he was assigned to her? And when he realized he liked her, was it something he fought against or did he accept it really easily? Iโm just so curious about his background and how it all started. Sorry for so many questions :D Iโll probably read it again tonight
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Letโs just say Oikawaโs interest was already piqued before he took the job.
#one might even say that curiosity โ and the intention of sating it โ was the only reason he took the job#the money was just a bonus#but no he knew what he was doing#and if it turned out that the reader wasnโt all that#he wouldโve dropped the job and moved on#he doesnโt do anything that doesnโt ultimately interest/benefit himself#rhi answers#fic asks#shelter from the storm
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THE CULT GUYS!!???!??!???!๐๐๐
oh fuck yes. I was gonna make some drawings for this then it got late and realized I actually don't need them! here's the text lore anyways.
Before Mr. E received a vision from the original Mr. E (whose name was actually Elias, I've decided) he was kind of a wandering nomad with no name, gender or sense of purpose. After he received his vision from Elias's spirit telling him to start his cult back up again, he gained clarity, realized he wanted to be a man and took on the name Mr. E (the E doesn't actually stand for anything, at least at the start of the story), but his sense of purpose is completely consumed by living up to Elias's legacy (despite having never even met him). It was Mr. E's idea for his two henchmen (zigzag and shubert) to give up parts of their senses so they could "hone their latent abilities" โ Mr. E himself wears gloves as a kind of "do no evil" symbol, and because Elias was known for always wearing them.
Zigzag (not his real name, its a nickname for something I haven't decided yet) is actually the former bassist for Idle Warship. he walked out halfway through recording the first album convinced he was sticking it to the band, but then they recorded the rest without him and it became an instant success and now he's bitter about it.
Shubert...I don't have much backstory for. Aside from the fact that he used to be a fisherman and gained his ability to puppet fish after almost drowning and being saved by a mysterious girl. He's the only one I have a drawing for because I had a new idea for his design.
as for the original Elias himself...it's very fuzzy at the moment. But I know he was a railroad company owner and a huge occult/magic fanatic who wanted to achieve some kind of higher enlightenment that Mr. E is also trying to achieve...and that deep down he was a rotten person despite his genteel exterior. maybe I'll draw him at some point cuz there's a whole tangent of lore associated with him that id need to properly introduce on this blog
#you ask i answer#mr. e#zigzag#shubert#hope this sates your curiosity anon! I was kinda hoping you'd ask about these guys heehee
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Ok, I don't know if anyone has done this already. Tumblr is weird and hard to organize post chronologically sometimes also overrun with bots but that's another thing. So, I may have missed it if someone has already done this.
Anyway! Polls are a thing for people now and I have been wondering this for a while.
I'll let this go for a week to get the most data.
(My brief history with Magi below, if interested. Otherwise, I'm just rambling again.)
I've mentioned this in one of my first posts (brr, do not like going back to) and for me the first thing I went through fully was the anime, but the first thing I was introduced to was the manga. It was years and years ago -- I think only 2 volumes were currently localized in English, but I saw it while browsing some manga. I read the first bit and liked it well enough, but Aladdin being a little perv and some of the sexual humor just made me go "but why though?" In hindsight, I should have realized I was ace sooner, lol. I went "nah, not really" and put it back on the shelf.
Years later the anime showed up on my recommended, and I don't think I recognized it at first. I gave it a shot and binged everything. That was in 2016? A few months before I made this blog. You'd think the time I got into the fandom it would have been Sinbad no Bouken that I watched first, but I didn't know it was a thing until a bit after it aired. I've only known it available (legally) on Crunchyroll, at least when I first heard of it. I like the site well enough for usually having everything, but it's typically the last of options I stream from. That left me to getting to SnB late. And I still need to finish the manga, shh.
Vote! Also if you want feel free to comment/reblog/whatever obviously. Data points are fun :-). Tumblr is an ass and doesn't let me reply, but I do try to go over all my notes anyway.
#magi#magi: the labyrinth of magic#magi labyrinth of magic#sinbad no bouken#magi adventures of sinbad#adventures of sinbad#lol i just interchangeably go between adventures of sinbad and sinbad no bouken#my consistency is shit i guess#poll#please sate my curiosity and give me your answers
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Kill yourself
Wooooaaahhh I haven't gotten anon hate since my Fairy Tail days!! What a throwback!!! Tell me, bud, which post of mine was your tipping point? I gotta know! I'm gonna guess this is someone from the Fallout fandom??
Aw, man, I sure love the internet. Everyone is so silly! ๐
#im genuinely curious where this came from#im not taking it to heart been there done that#if you see this anon please sate my curiosity#copdog answers stuff#also fuck you anon <3
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Being a livestock for a vampire has never sounded good until you were kidnapped by a vampire as his spouse.
TW: Yandere, NSFW, SH, and massacre
The vampire was intrigued by the puny human he ran into when he was walking around the river in the morning, testing his new potion and spell that would keep him immune to sunlight.
What was once a plan to kidnap you as one of his livestock turned into a moment where you had to nurse him because he suddenly dropped his whole weight onto you, face blistered from the sunlight.
โYou are awake now.โ
Your voice stirred him awake more than ever. His once droopy eyes were wide opened in shock. He didn't remember having anyone in his manor.
Your eyes were locked with his Emerald ones and he defensively squinted his eyes. You raised both of your hands, โYou passed out right behind me and I had to drag you all the way from the riverbank to my cottage.โ
The curtain was drawn close suspiciously, not allowing any light to filter inside the bedroom. Did you know he was a vampire already?
โWas it an allergic reaction?โ
โHuh?โ he asked, baffled.
โYour face was blistered because it was the only part of you that was exposed. Nonetheless, you healed really fast so there was no need for any extensive care from my herbs. You were only out for a day.โ
He started to feel his face, aside from patches here and there, there was nothing wrong with it.
โAh yes, let me get the hand mirror for youโโ
Just before you could stand up, his hand grabbed yours and held you on the spot immediately. If you were to realize he had no reflection.
โCan you help me stand and get me to the kitchen instead? I'm quite thirsty since I haven't drunk in a day.โ
You stared at his eyes and glanced at his pale hand. It took you seconds before you agreed to him and supported him by slinging his arm over your shoulder and walked toward the kitchen downstairs.
His eyes scanned through your cottage, it was mainly dominated by white, ornaments, furniture, trinkets, and even flowers.
โYou must have really loved white, considering even having flowers that can't grow in this land.โ Yulian glanced at the potted flowers. Lilies of the Valley, daisies, babyโs breath, and lilies.
At that, you only hummed and sat him down on one of the chairs. You placed a cup of water for him and returned to the sink to prepare him what he assumed to be breakfast, judging from how bright it was outside the window.
Mindlessly staring into the window, he accidentally hissed from the sunlight reaching his bare-handed hand, alerting you of his discomfort.
โOh dear, what happened?โ
Yulian flinched at the endearment term you spoke before he regained his composure.
โNothing, I just accidentally bit my tongue.โ he lied as he tried to cover his blistered hand. You nodded and turned your focus back to the breakfast you were preparing.
โAre you allergic to dairies?โ you asked him. โNo.โ
โThought you were one unlucky man, it seems like you are not immune to light or something like an albino. I'm assuming Your skin is very sensitive to light since you were so covered.โ
He only mumbled a few incoherent words before you snapped him out of his trance with a clap of your hands, โSo what's your name dear?โ
โAlan-โ instinctively, the man shut his mouth and took a few seconds of silence before answering you.
โYulian. My name is Yulian.โ โNice to meet you,โ you served him a plate of sandwiches, โIโm the local physician here, youโll be staying here with me for rehabilitation.โ
Yulian raised both of his eyebrows, โBut I am not wounded terribly in any way.โ โPerhaps not, but this is how I work. Could it be that you are not a local?โ
Yulian shook his head.
โWhereโs your house? Do you need to go back home to your family immediately? I can stay in your place for a few days to make sure there are no more anomalies.โ
Yulian frowned, what a persistent human. It was almost annoying, breaching peopleโs boundaries just to sate their own curiosities. He could read you that much.
But he agreed to stay in your cottage nonetheless.
๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
But you had always been attentive, drawing the curtain for him when he walked out of his bedroom. Offering to hold the umbrella for him when he wanted to walk.
What was once a plain bedroom was slowly adorned by flowers, mainly babyโs breath.
The food you made or bought was also not bad. They were decent for a human but not a vampire. Sometimes he had to mask his distaste to any food that consisted of onions.
It was not easy to sneak out of the cottage since you were sometimes awake and roamed around the cottage.
But it was a rather peaceful life. There was bustling sounds and noises from the cottage, unlike his dead and dark manor.
It was bright in your cottage but it didn't hurt him in the slightest bit. Was it because it was a โWhite Houseโ?
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๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
If there was something he disliked from you then it had to be your silver ring. Whenever you touched him with your hand ring, you would sometimes graze his skin with your ring.
He tried not to hiss but there were occasions when it was unbearable, just like when you were compressing him and felt his temperature.
Unlike in a few cases where he could hide his blisters, it was visible that his forehead was bleeding from the contact.
It was alarming for both of you, paranoia and fear downed him as he suspected you were testing him while shock and suspicion flashed onto your face.
There was a rift but Yulian was a great reader, he knew you did not mean anything bad and decided to lie his way out again. Alas, it's harder this time.
Another thing he didn't like about you was how you could be ignoring him for a whole day sometimes. It could be something interesting that got your whole attention or another patient coming.
Perhaps he was simply unamused by the idea of a lesser being taking away your attention from him.
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐.
You often strolled around the riverbank and forest, collecting herbs and wildflowers, sometimes walking down toward the village to buy daily necessities.
You didn't allow him to follow you at first, making him have to secretly follow you out of boredom and partial curiosity.
But upon week later, Yulian started to show you his interest in going out with you. It took him lots of convincing that he wouldn't fall sick from this and you reluctantly agreed to it.
For the first time, he could finally walk side by side with you instead of following you from the dark. It almost felt like his still heart was beating from excitement.
Apparently, all the villagers recognized you as a talented physician. They were all friendly to you and would do anything to help you as well.
It made something within him sting. Was it envy that he wasn't treated just as nice?
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Sometimes the two of you would sing under the moonlight as a pastime. Sometimes you would come to his bedroom at night and converse with him until he pretended to fall asleep.
Sometimes you would diagnose him. Sometimes you would tell him stories of your life. Sometimes you would ask him questions about his life. Sometimes you would cry in your bedroom.
He couldn't help but wonder what sorrowed your frail heart.
Sometimes he would enter your bedroom and observe your patterned breathing while you were asleep. It was almost as if the role was reversed. He was observing you out of curiosity and perhaps, adoration.
A humanโs lifespan is as short as a stick. Not only couldn't they live long, but they were also vulnerable to almost everything.
Yulian brought his hand to cup your cheek, squeezing it just a bit before his fingers traced down toward your neck, feeling your jugular vein pulsating in rhythm with your heart. You were alive but he wasn't. You were loved but he wasn't. You were adored but he wasn't.
Was it envy that brought his fangs close to your neck? Was he envious of your life? Or was he simply being unreasonable? You stirred awake from your sleep, eyes adjusting to the moonlight that lit your bedroom. No one was in sight and the water you placed on your nightstand remained warm despite the chilling temperature.
Perhaps the envy in him was never directed at you.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
The only reason why Yulian was still resting in your cottage was because of his self-sabotaging. You were a physician and he was a patient, unless he had a logical reason to stay in your cottage then he had to excuse himself.
It started with how Yulian started to fake food poisoning, burn himself from the sunlight, fake an anemic, and wound himself with the silver ornaments you had in the cottage.
But Yulian understood it was only a matter of time before your dense self realized that something was wrong and chased him out of your cottage.
Would you scream at him in fury, fear, or disappointment? He thought he was used to rejection already but something changed within him with the time spent living with you.
And he didn't want to betray your trust. You trusted him with your little secret. The secret that you were actually the village's 'Witch'.
Yulian sighed audibly as he walked toward your bedroom, observing it from corner to corner for any anomalies. It had always been a paranoid habit of his. He wanted to make sure nothing dangerous was inside your bedroom or, to be frank, your surroundings.
Yulian walked toward your dressing table and gazed into the mirror. There was not a single reflection of himself, a reminder that he was never supposed to let you live in the first place.
Yet your touch never failed to soothe his stoned heart, it never failed to make him melt under your touch. And your existence did not hunger him in any way unlike the others would.
He had learned to co-exist with you before he realized it, it was too late for him to undo this dependence and bond, let alone feed on you.
Yulian walked out and waited for you to come back from your visit to the local church. As much as he wanted to join you, he couldn't risk getting caught by them.
Hours passed and the sun sank, the moon lit the dark sky and yet not even a single sound of your footsteps approaching the cottage was heard. Yulian dissipated into thin air and teleported to where you were supposed to be but you were nowhere in sight.
The church was eerily silent to human ears but not to an otherworldly being like him. He could hear an ominous chant beneath him. He could smell the sickeningly sweet incense lit beneath him. And he could feel the mark he left on your neck that night beneath him.
The 'Witch' play ends tonight.
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You woke up in someone's embrace, the night was lit by the moonlight above you yet there was an unbearable heat nearby.
"You are awake now."
His voice stirred you awake more than ever. Your once droopy eyes were wide opened in shock. You didn't remember seeing him.
Your eyes were locked with his Emerald ones and you stared at his eyes. He smiled at you, โYou passed out amidst the fire and I had to carry you all the way from the village.โ
You looked behind his back and saw a huge fire consume the village, the villagers' cries were audible despite the distance. You clutched his black robe, "Wait, no! The villagers, they need me! I need to save them!"
"May I know why?" "Because I'm a Witch, the protector of this village!"
Yulian chortled at your remarks before he smirked, "And yet you let an outsider reside in your cottage for months."
All colors were drained from your face, and your heart sank down; "What do you mean?"
Yulian sat you down on one of the rocks and knelt in front of you, his gloved hand brought your hand ring, "Observe this."
He took off his glove and pressed your ring finger to his palm, the skin blistered from the contact and you instinctively pulled away, "What was that?!"
There was a tale of vampires and you wished he would deny it.
"It was troublesome for me having to avoid the mirrors in your cottage and anything that would reflect." Hand mirror.
"I never really like the dishes you made with onions but I stomach it all because I just couldn't muster the courage to see your sullen face," Onions.
"I really hate strolling when the sun is still up because I have to carry an umbrella with me all the time." Sun.
"Though I must say I don't mind being touched by you with your ring hand because it was worth the pain and trouble." Silver.
You backed away from him and just before your back could hit the grassy ground, his arm prevented you from tumbling back, "And I must say, it took me lots of time to properly mark and make you submit to a contract with me."
Contract?
Yulian cradled your confused body into his chest, the warmth you felt was not emitted from his skin but instead, the fire that devoured all the villagers who had been deceiving you.
All of the shock that weighed upon made you succumb to unconsciousness again, mainly from stress and trauma. Yulian frowned at your limp figure as he stood up and continued walking deep into the forest to his manor.
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๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ '๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐' ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.
Yulian did not like the hostility that you showed him at all. The ongoing stress and trauma drowned you in the hysteria that would also make you harm yourself. It pained him that he was one of the causes of your hysteria, a hypothetical scenario would sometimes flash across his mind. What if he had not appeared in your life? Then perhaps your heart wouldn't sorrow to this extent.
Yulian tried his best to help you adapt. The once dark and grim manor slowly turned white. The exteriors and interiors were white before you could remember how it originally looked like. Flowers were blooming in the garden to your liking and a potted white flowers near you for you to adore.
While Yulian had the patience to make you warm up to him and face the reality of your life, he did not have the heart to see you suffer for so long. And as much as he wanted to change you into a vampire just like him, he'd rather not have it done unwillingly.
But time was not so kind for your age. The longer he delayed it, the older and frailer you would be.
Alas, luck was on his side when he secluded himself in his room for a long time for the first time you came here. He didn't expect you to find his presence soothing for you.
It appeared that all his efforts had made you think that his action of kidnapping you was just an attempt to save you from the villagers who tricked you into thinking that you were a 'Witch'.
You looked for him, calmly at first then frantically when you suffered from a panic attack. He didn't mean to test you but he knew well deep inside he was hurting you.
Even for a selfish and cold-blooded creature like him, he had to steel his heart before he could see you again. Everything he was feeling after he met you was his first. You brought colors to his monochrome life. You taught him that the smell of a morning was calming. You taught him how to spend his time with pastimes.
He could not find it in his heart to leave your side. It was his first time to feel alive and he was greedy, wanting more of it.
You stood in front of his chamber, waiting for him to open his door instead of avoiding you altogether.
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"The servants took great care of you while I was away right, dear?"
Yulian never found the charm in terms of endearment, but whenever you called him 'dear', incomprehensible emotion and feeling surged into him. He still remembered the day you first called him that, it was foreign and weird to him but he didn't find it that bad at all.
You squirmed under his touch, squeezing yourself closer and deeper into his embrace while your hands clenched on the bedsheet. That was not the only thing you were clenching though, for his fingers were knuckle deep inside you.
You tried to form a coherent answer but what came out was simply a blubbering. Tears dripped down from your cheek from the way he curled his fingers, feeling your spot until your toes were curled.
You didn't know that even vampires could feel this much stimulation from sex. You assumed they just reproduced while feeling only half of the pleasure humans could have because of how cold-blooded they were.
You thought they only did it out of curiosity or memories of their past lives, or perhaps from the mood itself instead of doing it for pleasure as well.
Yulian brought his lip to yours, nibbling your lower lip why urging you to open your mouth, allowing his tongue to roam inside you while his fingers did not stop even one bit, drawing multiple orgasms out of you.
You really loved every bit of the man who once tried to kill you. The way his soft fangs felt your skin, pricking it playfully instead of sinking it deep inside your jugular vein and killing you on the spot.
You loved it when he caressed your cheek, you loved how gentle he was when he wiped the tears from your eyelashes.
You loved it when he was inside of you, you loved it when he knew every inch of your body so well to the point he could make you cry out of pleasure effortlessly.
You loved to see his cute face from how fast he came inside you but he never stopped his hip. You loved it when he kissed your face. You loved it when he intertwined both of your hands.
You loved it when he made your insides feel warm and full.
You loved him for severing the illusion of the 'Witch' inside of you. It was undeniable that Yuliad had saved you from the villagers' torturing you for accepting an outsider into your cottage for the first time.
You were simply curious of his condition and yet you were punished terribly for not keeping the said tradition. Yulian knew there was never a tradition, it simply was a doctrine for you who was a prodigy of a physician to save everyone from your village.
You were exiled deep in the forest so that you couldn't learn the life beyond the forest and village.
Yulian knew just as much when he first joined you on your stroll to the village. Everyone treated you differently as though you were a deity and you considered it to be something normal.
It looked normal to him considering they believed in the 'Witch' but Yulian knew better. You were just a human and all of these were just a doctrine from the church. To ensure the prodigy never left the village and was forever loyal to the church.
Spies were sent and he knew the church had probably noticed him as not only a weird outsider but also a vampire. It was unfortunate of you to be dragged into the church's underground and interrogated, forced to drag him to the church and had him staked to death. But you were persistent, you didn't trust them.
Just before Yulian was about to save you, you made a grave mistake of swearing on your name to make a promise with the devil to save you and your companion which was him. He knew you had always been so kind but wasn't that sort of naivety a little bit too much for a stranger like him? Perhaps this was the reason why the church wanted to force a much stronger doctrine onto you.
Their mistake was to not sense the danger that was him earlier. Your flaw was that you were too kind-hearted.
It gave him more reasons to seclude you from the world beyond the White House. His paranoia and obsession growing stronger with each day never seemed to unnerve you who were just a bright soul with a kind heart. A kind heart that was a contrast to his stoned heart.
That alone justified his paranoia of losing you. Surely you understood him right?
Author's Note: Thank you for reading this half-hearted work, I was so motivated to write a damn vampire fic but got writer's block mid-way smh. Happy 7th Anniversary to LIfE Project and 5k to this blog!
#Yulian the Corruption#Yandere x Reader#x GN Reader#Yandere Smut#Yandere Vampire#LIfE Project 5k Celebration#Behold#As promised; Yulian as a vampire#LIfE Project
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underneath | qimir
SUMMARY -> ever since you found him and he trained you, he had always concealed his identity to you for his unknown reasons. you were always curious what he looks like underneath the cortosis helm he wears. though, this time the curiosity in you would be sated at last when a particular sparring session turns into an unexpected lesson in trust.
qimir x acolyte!fem! reader
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GENRE -> mild nsfw/smut
WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, sexual tension, mild violence, master/pupil dynamic & smut is at the end : P
WC -> 2.82k
a/n: surprise! another qimir fic cuz i canโt get him out of my head.
likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3
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"have you ever wondered what he looks like underneath that mask?"
you asked your fellow pupil, mae, one day out of the blue. the particular reason for asking that question had always been because of your undying curiosity for the years you started to train under him.
your masked master.
"i don't." mae would answer, saying that she doesn't care what he would look like underneath the mask. saying that as long as he trains her, his identity doesn't matter to her. you understood her with that, she was his acolyte first and it probably dawned upon you that the years of concealing his identity to her she had thrown away the curiosity of what their master looked like.
but on the other hand, you, you somehow couldn't stop wondering.
you had found him or- he had found you when you were escaping your slave captors after your own sister had betrayed you in selling you to them. you were angry, in rage and unaware of the dormant power that had awoken in you with that rage you had felt. and in your fit of rage, you had managed to slaughter two of the captors chasing you, leaving you feeling guilty for your horrendous actions. you decided to escape and flee the planet. that is until by some chance, you had come across the masked stranger in the middle of the night who had told you about the gift you possessed, telling that you shouldn't be ashamed you used it in your self-defense.
and that's when he had took you under his wing, training you as his pupil.
he had taught you what your gift was, what your power is. he trained you, taught you and for the most part, despite him putting this distance between you and mae, he had helped you. and maybe thatโs why youโre so curious to know who he is really, you wanted to see the master who had graciously accepted you despite you knowing your connection with the force was not as strong as maeโs.
he wasโฆ well, you could not really put a strong opinion on what kind of a man your master was. for the most part, he was always away and in training sessions, he was closed-off and distant. but when he spars with you and mae, thatโs when a hint of his personality is peeking through.
rough, aggressive, strict. the way he spared with you had left you with tired sore knees and bruised arms when defending. on the offensive attacks you made he was quick to dodge and maneuver himself with your predictable attacks. he was ruthless in his combat but there was still that fluidity in it. but you knew he still held back with you despite the aggressiveness. you wished he had put more effort in your sparring sessions just like maeโs but you knew he was focusing more on her since she was at the brink of completing her lessons.
โsafe travels, mae.โ you wish her luck as she nods at you. the master had given her final lesson- to kill a jedi without a weapon. you were proud of your fellow acolyte but it did upset you how much you were falling behind. the waves splash in the background as you watch her walk to her ship. you wave her off as you saw it fly out the cloudy atmosphere then jumped into hyperspace, on the course to euda.
the sea breeze helps you gather your thoughts, and you wonder if the master would train you further today. seeing that mae had to learn this lesson by herself. sensing him, you feel the pull of the force as you turn around to see your master standing a few feet away from you.
the scene makes you remember that night when you found him. for a moment it did frighten you to see him loom over you when you fell to your knees from running. you were injured then and you had momentarily thought he was one of the slave traders that was trying to capture you. it took you a while to get used to him being like this when he appears out of the blue. well, for a random person, it would seem frightening to see a masked stranger dressed in black robes suddenly appear in mid-air. plus the saber tucked in his belt.
โmaster.โ you greet him, anticipation lingering inside you.
โwe shall continue your training today, my acolyte.โ his modulated voice says. you feel your chest swell with excitement as you nodded. โbe prepared.โ
โof course, master.โ you bowed slightly as he walks off to where the sparring lessons usually are. you smiled to yourself, maybe this time heโd finally put more effort in your training as you walk with a slight spring in your steps.
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โfocus.โ
he says as your feet scraped against the rocks at his force push. you huff, your chest heaving, your leather tunic is starting to stick on your glistening sweaty skin, making you feel uncomfortable. you sigh, frustrated how you were not landing a single blow on him. your mind was elsewhere, seeming that you are still focused on wondering what he looks like underneath that mask.
โuse that frustration. focus on your emotions.โ he commands and you composed yourself, swatting the questions of his unknown face in your head. you ready yourself in a fighting stance, body facing to the side while you wave your arm in front of you. you clenched your fist for a moment as you heed into his words and attack. you use the force to heighten your leap towards him as you land a blow but he dodges again. an uppercut, he doges, a kick you do he dodges again. you feel yourself get even more irritated but in ease that he was finally not holding back when he blocks one of your blows with his arm.
but still, you were still not fighting the way he has to expect you to fight.
โyou are too trustful in me, acolyte.โ he scolds you, the modulated tone ringing. he backs away from you as you stopped, confused. yes, you indeed trust him, why was it a bad thing?
โi beg your pardon, master?โ your breaths are labored and somehow from the close distance, you could hear him sigh underneath the mask.
โyou are too trustful.โ he says again. โdo not trust me that i will not kill you even if i am training you. trust in yourself. we cannot continue this lesson if you do not learn to do that.โ a chill runs through your spine at his words. thereโs a slight pang of hurt in those words of his that were true. yes, he could kill you. why wouldnโt he if you failed him? you seem to stiffen at his words as he reminds you again, this time he will take the offensive attack.
โtrust is a fragile thing. you cannot trust anyone but yourself, my acolyte. even if the person has sworn to trust you, they would eventually betray you. but yourself? you cannot betray yourself.โ he explains as you nodded at his words. โwhen since you had put your whole trust in someone and they betrayed you in the end?โ
you look at him, rage starting to boil in you when you remembered your own sisterโs betrayal. your chest tightens and your mind is enraged with it. the pain she had put you in, the survival you had to do, the running you had to tire and the people you had to kill just to be free-
โthere it is.โ he says, proud. feeling your ever glowing rage.
โnow, focus.โ he suddenly attacks you as you dodged swiftly. both of you move in a tandem, as if it were a dance. the painful realization that even your master, the one who saved you and took you in, would eventually might betray you as well. the rage in you is at its boiling point as you let out a guttural scream when he almost aims for your neck. you push him back with your force then surging to him with heat in your steps as you attacked. he blocks your powerful blow with two of his arms forming an x. you kick him immediately on the stomach and he lurches, caught off guard.
you were too in to your emotions as you attacked and attacked. he tries to doge and block your every hit but he eventually succumbs to your rage when you finally kicked him to the ground. before he could stand, you immediately come on top of him, preventing that. you fist the collar of his robe, clenched hand in the air ready to land a final punch-
โexcellent, my acolyte.โ he cuts you off as you suddenly blink back into your rational self. you let go of his collar and you let yourself relax but ultimately surprised how close you are to him. youโre on top of him, your legs caging his waist and he seems not to dismiss you to get off. you can see clearly his helmet now, it was full of marks of previous battles. you take your time to admire him beneath you, how his adamโs apple bob and the sheen of sweat covering his bare muscular arms that were bulging with veins.
you blush, realizing you were staring at your master with ill thoughts.
butโฆ the curiosity of what he looks like underneath it makes you wonder. your hand slowly comes up to his helmet and you feel him watch you with every move you make. he observes silently and you hovered your hand above his masked face. but you snap out of it again, realizing you could have offended him. and he could kill you for this. you know he takes great lengths to conceal his identity.
โa-apologies, master, i-โ before you could retract your hand and get off him. his hand suddenly grips your wrist. your eyes widened as he sits up and you adjust, hovering above his lap. he tilts his head to the side inquisitively, as if he was amused to see your curiosity be revealed. you stay quiet, staring at his masked face, waiting for his words. your cheeks are hot and you feel the anticipation grow in you. he places your hand on the side of his mask, the way he brushes your fingers softly makes you feel wobbly now.
โgo on.โ he merely says. you stutter, not knowing what to say. did he just agreed for you to remove his mask? your thoughts are jumbled but you succumb to your curiosity. you put both of your hands to both sides of his masked face. you slowly remove it inch by inch whilst you stared at the peaking facial features you have longed imagined what he looked like. you remove the helm completely and your heart skips a beat.
your eyes meet with a strangely beautiful dark ones.
his black hair is disheveled, his skin is smooth and his jawline is handsomely well chiseled. your eyes roam his face and it settles to his pink lips. you feel a hum of arousal between your legs when you look into his eyes again. his face is so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath tingle your lips. you put his helmet down to your side as the other brushes the black locks of his concealing his face. his pupils grow dark, your lips are inches to his and you somehow feel in-trance to lock it with yours.
this, this is the face of your master.
heโs beautiful. you think as you let out a noise when his other hand brush against your thigh. the other gently grips your hand that brushed his hair. you wondered why he had hidden his beautiful face from you and mae.
โmasterโฆโ you plead as he smirks and it makes you blush.
โyou did good today.โ his low voice with a rasp of approval instead of the modulated one made your stomach churn and your thighs clench. the way his lips are still hovering above yours makes your head dizzy with the anticipation of what heโs doing. his top lip brushes against yours and he leans forward but before you could feel his soft lips lock with yours, you pull back. this is wrong.
โapologies, master.โ you place your hands on his chest as you pulled yourself up to your feet. he seems taken aback for a moment with your rejection but composes himself as he eyes you up with a dark glint in his eyes.
โcuriosity is normal. donโt be embarrassed.โ he chuckles and that rings through your ears. the way he acts now is dissimilar to when he has his mask on and it baffles you how human he now is. you donโt know what to say, fearing that you have failed him in almost every way. you watch him stand up then grabbed his helmet and he looks at you. something in his gaze shines with hunger.
โweโll continue our lesson another time.โ he walks pass you and the brush of his arm against yours makes your heart jump.
โyes, master.โ the initial shock of the situation still hasnโt faded when heโs out of your sight. you gulp, sweat dripping down your forehead. was he not upset that you know his face now? would he kill you for it later perhaps? those questions hang in the air. your heart still beats remembering his lips close to yours. you turn back, walking back to the shore, thereโs a feeling you canโt seem to place as you let your thoughts linger on your masterโs revealed face.
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you dry your face with a rag then pulled a fresh tunic and bottoms from your pile of fresh clean robes. the dimness of the light inside your room in the cave made it comforting for your wild thoughts. you put on the brown tight bottoms then the grey tunic. but those thoughts soon come alive when you felt a presence near the entrance of your room.
you turn around swiftly, seeing your master standing right by the concave opening of your room. no mask on but just wearingโฆ perfectly normal clothing. he dawned a white tunic and usual black bottoms, his hair is slicked back, damp from his bath you presumed. you stand awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. you were used to his mysterious persona.
โyou did exceptionally well today.โ he begins with a praise. โbut, i am surprised how focused you are on knowing what i look like.โ
โthank you.โ you merely say, eyes shying away when he points out your curiosity. โi apologize for that, master.โ
โdonโt be.โ he steps forward and each step he takes has an anticipation behind them. you stay in your place, taking in how comforting he looks. โiโm glad for your curiosity.โ he confesses.
โyou are?โ you are surprised with that.
qimir nods, adoring the way you seemed so surprised. he had his reasons for concealing his identity to you and mae. it was for to create a distance between the master and pupil. he feared attachment might overcome why he took you under his wing. he knows you already saw him as a person who finally cared for you and in truth, he does. you are a gifted woman with the force and over the years despite the distance he placed, you managed to crawl into his cold heart.
โbut i fear your curiosity isnโt sated enough.โ he points out and the atmosphere in the room changes. you know what he means. when you had almost kissed him but you hesitated, fearing that things might change drastically after that. he was your master after all. he steps closer to you, the distance is just like the one moments ago.
โam i right?โ he asks when you stare at his lips. you wondered if mae would be enraged for what you are about to do as your body moved at its own accord.
you surge forward and lock your lips with his.
and that ends up with you sprawled underneath him. your curiosity is sated and he rewards you more with a thrust of his hips with his cock inside you. you clench around him, your hands caressing the width of his broad back. here you are, your naked body pressed against his as you moan in his ear. he groans, suckling the soft flesh of your neck.
โmasterโฆโ you sigh, legs wrapped around tight on his waist. his hands are holding your thighs in place as he thrusts his cock into your warm heat. he locks eyes with your heavy one and it makes him soar at the feeling of you wrapped around him. he smirks as he kisses you hotly as he grinds his hips down.
your curiosity indeed was successfully sated by him.
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Eldritchrune - Dreemurr of Jokes
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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost
Toriel stops by Sans' shop for some goods, and for some more cheery distractions! Unfortunately, all this time later, it's still too difficult to escape reminders of what's been done.
It was fun finally getting to do some stuff with Sans in this universe! The last part for this trio of scenes will be up sometime next week!
Alt text for these pages is under the read more:
Page 1 Panel 1: Interior shot of a small store, with displays of goods, loose plywood, sacks of things. Two circular woven hangings bracket the door through which Toriel enters, a heavyset woman in a polka-dotted dress with a basket over her arm. Sans watches her enter, though we see only the back of his head.ย
Panel 2: Toriel enters the shop and we see more displays, mostly food. There are large potted trees as well, and the shopโs counter, draped in patterned cloth and decorated with candles. Toriel: โWell, hello again. I was wondering if you had-โ Sans, a jovial, bearded man dressed in loose robes and always smiling, waves a hand and cuts her off. โHold on, you hear that?โ
Panel 3: โ...Hear what?โ Toriel asks, nonplussed. Up close, her face is soft but distressed.
Panel 4: Sans leans over his slightly messy counter, still grinning. โI HERB that you needed some more cinnamon cloves, and look what I have here!โ He offers a handful of herbs. Up close, the cuffs on his robe sleeves are patterned with little bones.ย ย
Panel 5: โJust what I needed! How did you guess?โ Toriel exclaims, reaching out with a real smile to accept the herbs. She and Sans are framed by other mysterious shop wares- jars of things, open sacks, rolled-up mats. Things you might find in an open-air desert market.ย
Page 2 Panel 1: Sans: โWas just thinking itโd been awhile since I saw you making the neighborhood rounds with some of those pies of yoursโฆ Figured you were planning to start this monthโs soon!โ Sans gestures up at Toriel in explanation.ย
Panel 2: Toriel smirks, setting down a handful of coins.ย โAnd perhaps hoping that I would stop by your place first with them?โ Sans: โI pride myself on my forward thinking, yโknow.โ His grin is conspiratorial as he leans towards her and he taps his temple with one finger.ย
Panel 3: Toriel, eyes sad despite her smile: โAll right. How about this: Tell me a good joke, and you have my word you will have the first and freshest one.โ
Panel 4: Sans: โJust a good joke?โ He raises an eyebrow.ย
Panel 5: Toriel clutches her chest- we donโt see her eyes. โI find myself in desperate need of levity these days.โย
Panel 6: Sans waves his hand as if to keep her from feeling like she need say more, scratching his chin in thought with the other.ย โSure, I got oneโฆโย
Page 3 Panel 1: Sans, with the smug grin of someone about to tell a terrible pun: โWhy was the empire soldier happy to get demoted to horse groomer?โ Toriel, with her hand on her chin in thought: โI do not know, why?โย
Panel 2: Sans shrugs widely like the answer is obvious. โBecause he finally had STABLE employment!โย
Panel 3: Toriel laughs in genuine delight, although maybe a little harder than expected.ย
Panel 4: Toriel: โThank you, I needed that.โ She smiles a relieved little smile. Sans: โNo problem. So hey, aside from the pieโฆ Can I maybe get an invite to those little get-togethers I see some folks around here doing once a month?โ He steeples his fingertips together.ย
Panel 5: Sanโs dialogue continues: โIโm so curious as to what goes on then!โ We only see Toriel, though, shocked and dismayed. Sheโs thinking of the Ritual gatherings- townspeople gathered in their robes and animal masks- reindeer, fish, but most centrally, the goat masks she and Asgore wear.ย
Panel 6: Toriel: โUnless you are completely enraptured by tedious talk of planting schedules and building repairs, I believe I can sate your curiosity by saying you would find them quite boring.โ She waves a hand in front of her, dismissing the thought- her expression is once again drawn and weary.ย
Page 4 Panel 1: Toriel turns to leave, waving goodbye. โYou should look forward to your well-earned pie more!โย
Panel 2: Sans gives her a slightly skeptical look. โAlright.โ is all he says.ย
Panel 3: As she leaves, Toriel looks down and sees for the first time a small statue set by the door, surrounded by candles- itโs not a merchandise display, more like an altar. The statue is a horned figure holding a bowl filled with greenery- an offering of some type. The figure is rounded like a sitting child, and simple, with closed eyes and little other detail.ย
Panel 4: Torielโs dialogue over a close up shot of the figure: โWhat an interesting little figure you have. It does not look like it is for sale, is it?โ The little horned one has three toes and four fingers on its stubby little arms and legs, and a detail on its forehead that could be a suggestion of hair, or it could be a symbol. The pillar candles surrounding it have been burned enough to have long wax drips pooled around them.ย
Panel 5: Sans: โNah, thatโs just a holdover from my home country. Supposed to help keep demons out of your space.โ He seems uninterested in this bit of lore, but Toriel, still facing away, is wide-eyed and shaken.
Panel 6: Toriel whirls back to him, sweating. โI-Is that so?โย
Panel 7: Sansโs expression intensifies, eyebrows dropping dramatically. โSure thing. You know what happens when demons get in your grain stores?โย
Page 5 Panel 1: โTheyโre OATsolutely RYE-ined!โ Sans holds his hands wide, like heโs waiting for the rimshot effect. Itโs almost like his shop counter and back wall are suddenly a stage.ย
Panel 2: Toriel hides a giggle behind her hand, relieved.ย
Panel 3: โIs that something you have had to deal with previously?โ she asks, stepping a little closer in her interest. Sans makes a slight gesture of dismissal. โNah, I donโt really go in for that sort of stuff, honestly.โ
Panel 4: Sans: โMy brother, thoughโฆ Heโs all in on charms and wards and that sort of thing.โ He gestures up, as if to point to wherever it is in the town that his brother might be now.ย
Panel 5: โKeeping customs from your home country, I suppose?โ Toriel asks, drawn again into the shop and closer to Sans. โSomething like that,โ he responds, leaning forward on his counter. On the wall next to him, thereโs another woven wall hanging like the ones over the door.ย Toriel: โDo you have any customs that have a reverse effect?โย
Panel 6: Sans looks as skeptical as one can while constantly grinning. โYou mean like, if you want demons in your house?โย
Page 6 Panel 1: Toriel puts a hand up in denial. โN-No, that would obviously be undesirable! I meant moreโฆ just out of curiosity about your home.โย
Panel 2: Sans stares up at her, for a beat of silence.ย
Panel 3: โMaybe? Again, this stuff isnโt my thing.โ He leans back in his chair with his hands behind his head, nonchalant as can be. โAnd anyways, we left our country for a reason. Old customs arenโt relevant in this town, yโknow?โย
Panel 4: Toriel once again turns to go, with a rueful smile. โMaybe notโฆ but I cannot imagine letting go of your entire history.โ
Panel 5: Sans shrugs and looks away. โThereโs worse things to let go of, honestly.โย
Panel 6: Toriel, gritting her teeth, thinks of a happier time tucking Kris into bed.ย
Panel 7: Close on Torielโs expression, now more haggard and pained than it was when she came in. She clutches her chest tight.ย
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โWhere did you get that bruise?โ From Flare!
It wasn't hard to figure out which bruise his sister was referring to, as there was a rather obvious one. He gave a sheepish smile, realizing that yeah it looked bad. Still, it didn't hurt as bad as some things had, even if his elbow hurt.
"I slammed it into a rail when skateboarding. Hit a wet patch and lost my balance."
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Please sate my curiosity.
There is one episode of Star Trek Discovery left. If you are a Star Trek fan in ANY capacity, please answer this. For the purpose of this poll, "drop" means that you stopped watching and do not intend to continue. If you do intend to continue but simply aren't caught up, choose the second to last option.
I am asking out of scientific curiosity. This is not intended to spread negativity about Discovery, or encourage anyone to do so by interacting with this poll. I'm simply curious as to, truly, how many people have stuck out Discovery up to this point and what the general fandom temperature is on each component.
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could you pls do some rainxfem!reader pls?? There is a serious lack of rain fics on this app and I need more๐ญ๐ญ just some HCโs, fluff, angst, nsfw, love it all. Take it and bby๐
(btw LOVE your work, ur keeping me alive rn)
Thank you for the ask!๐ I will have more Rain Carradine X FemReader coming! Hope you like this
Pairings: Rain Carradine X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Jealous Reader
Word Count: 1027
Life on Jackson's Star was a gritty mix of endless work and fleeting moments of reprieve, where the dusty, metallic corridors echoed with the clanking of machinery and the chatter of miners. Amidst this stark backdrop, your relationship with Rain Carradine blossomed into something that felt almost out of place with its warmth and genuineness.
Rain was strong, capable, and fiercely protective, not just of her synthetic brother Andy but of you as well. Her friendship with Tyler, her former partner and a prominent figure in the mining crew, had initially seemed unremarkable to you. However, as time went on, their easy camaraderie began to gnaw at you, the seeds of jealousy sprouting unchecked.
You'd watch them during breaks, sharing jokes and reminiscing about past missions, their laughter a stark contrast to the usual din of the minersโ mess hall. The more you observed, the more your imagination painted pictures of a past perhaps better left behind, stirring a restlessness within you that you couldn't shake off.
One evening, compelled by a mix of curiosity and unsettling thoughts, you approached Andy. Despite his challenges with speech and the obvious difficulties his synthetic nature sometimes posed in social settings, Andy had a way of understanding human emotions, perhaps better than most humans themselves.
"Andy," you started, hesitating as you chose your words carefully, "did Rain and Tyler... were they together? Like, before?"
Andy's eyes, always so expressive despite the rest of his face remaining eerily impassive, flickered with something that might have been discomfort. "Yes," he stuttered, his voice mechanical yet tinged with a hint of warmth. "But it was a long time ago. Things change."
His confirmation hit harder than expected. You tried to laugh it off, to dismiss the tightening in your chest as just a silly overreaction. "Thanks, Andy. Just curious, you know?"
But curiosity wasn't easily sated. At the next community gathering in the recreation hallโa rare moment of leisure on the harsh mining planetโyou spotted Kay, Tyler's vivacious sister, and decided on a reckless course of action. Flirting with Kay, you hoped, might just give you the answers you needed, or at least draw some kind of reaction out of Rain.
Kay, with her easy smile and flirtatious demeanor, was a willing participant in your charade. You laughed at her jokes, touched her arm lightly, and played the part of someone smitten. From the corner of your eye, you could see Rain watching, her expression unreadable.
Later, as you and Rain walked back to your quarters along the dimly lit paths of the colony, she broke the silence. "Seems like you and Kay were getting along well tonight," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something elseโwas it amusement? Concern?
You bristled, defensive and still wound up from your own concocted drama. "What about you and Tyler? Seems like old times, huh?"
Rain stopped walking, turning to face you under the faint glow of the overhead lamps. Her laugh, when it came, was genuine and full of warmth. "Are you jealous?" she asked, stepping closer, her eyes searching yours.
As Rain's question hung in the air between you, a cool breeze whistled through the narrow passages of Jackson's Star, stirring the dust around your feet. "Are you jealous?" she repeated, her voice a gentle tease that echoed slightly off the metal walls surrounding you.
Caught off guard by her directness and the earnest look in her eyes, your initial reaction was to deflect, but the sincerity in her gaze held you in place. Before you could respond, Rain stepped closer, closing the small gap that the conversation had widened between you. Her hands reached up, resting lightly on your cheeks, her touch sending a familiar warmth through you that contrasted sharply with the chill of the evening.
With a tenderness that always seemed at odds with the harsh environment of the mining colony, Rain leaned in. Her lips met yours in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, as if giving you room to pull away. But you didnโt. Instead, you found yourself leaning into the kiss, deepening it, your hands moving to encircle her waist and pull her closer.
Rain responded in kind, her movements confident, her lips pressing more firmly against yours. The kiss grew from tender to fervent, a mingling of relief and passion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of deep connections and unspoken promises, a reassurance of her feelings amid the whirlwind of doubts that had clouded your mind.
The world around you seemed to quiet, the usual hum of the colony fading into a distant backdrop to the intensity of the moment. Rain's kiss chased away the shadows of jealousy, filling the spaces with an affirming warmth that seeped deep into your bones.
When you finally broke apart, breathless and a little dazed, Rainโs smile was radiant under the sparse light of the colonyโs lamps. "I mean it," she said, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath. "Itโs always been you."
In that moment, with Rainโs affirmation still tingling on your lips, the earlier tension dissolved, leaving a clarity that brightened the dark paths of Jackson's Star. Her laughter, light and freeing, bubbled up between you, and you couldn't help but laugh with her, the sound mingling with the night air.
The path back to your quarters was filled with a comfortable silence, the type that comes when no words are necessary to fill the space between two people. Rainโs hand in yours felt like a vow, a silent promise that no misunderstanding could break the bond you shared.
As Andy turned to give you both a subtle thumbs up before heading off to give you some privacy, you realized how deeply integrated into your life Rain had become. Her presence was a constant source of strength and comfort, just as you hoped to be for her.
Your journey together on Jackson's Star might be filled with challenges, but moments like these, stolen under the artificial stars of the colony, reminded you that as long as you were together, there was nothing you couldnโt face.
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