#★ ❨ sen ❩ ֢֢֢ ˚

[seneon]

CONTENTS. rural japan! au. forbidden love. rayne is a powerful mountain god, and reader is a surviving warrior of a war. this is a super short series of romance && angst. inspired by chase atlantic's moonlight and the korean drama, tale of the nine tailed.

NOTES. happy ( early ) valentine's! this series is written for all the rayne girlies. dedicated + written for @anqelically && @kyoghurts !! this is valentines gift from me to you, angel & kenji my luvlies.

TAGLIST. @kyoghurts @anqelically @caelivir @bbladie @ansbobcar @rjasmin2021 @lunareclipses-moments

一 the aftermath of the great war.

二 blades that cannot cut through.

三 running in the moonlight.

四 dancing in the open waves.

五 a forgotten warrior that lives.

© SENEON￤MOONLIGHT 2024. do not alter or repost.

[aosvrse]

ACE WITH A PERFORMER S/O

contents. fluffy and angst. a short drabble.

notes. written by vocalist sen. i told mod ory i didn't want to write ace angst but here i am with an ace angst drabble 😭

portgas d. ace visits the local pub very often. why? just to see a certain singer perform in the middle of the pub, singing and attracting all the villagers and pirates. but there is a twist. ace is in love with you, and you are in love with ace.

everytime after your performances, the two of you would sneak out of the pub and run along the streets or sit at the edges of the dock just to talk about ace’s journeys or your performances. you'd wait for him to return from his journeys even if it takes months and years. and ace couldn't wait to finally see your face again.

the pirate always sneaks in a few darlings and loves whenever the both of you are alone. such as ‘darling your voice remains beautiful as always’ and he will go on and on about how your voice is heavenly music to him, not even the ocean waves during the dead of night could compare.

oh ... how you love and treasure ace so much. in a secret relationship that no one knows about. will it last forever? a pirate and a pub performer.portgas d. ace visits the local pub very often. why? just to see a certain singer perform in the middle of the pub, singing and attracting all the villagers and pirates. but there is a twist. ace is in love with you, and you are in love with ace.

the pain that slowly consumed and swallowed you away bit by bit, piece by piece the moment you found out of the marineford war. there will be no ace to call you darling anymore, no ace to always ask about your performances, no ace to talk hours on end about his magical journeys.

there will be no more portgas d. ace in your life.

© AOSVRSE 2024.

[nylibrty]

my gamer boyfriend if you even care

[sweetheartsaku]

hi fav shoto kisser how are you on this fine day

hihi fav dabi lvr<3 im getting ready for school!!!im blasting sk8r boi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FEELING GOOD!!

[sturgeongutz]

★KENT SULTAN: 'di ka basta-basta makakakita ng ganito

[okkalo]

how your entire masterlist got me feeling

biting my lip and twirling my hair while trying to not kiss u

[nyaninyu]

some 情报 got from toda-san's twits. robot transformed from 日本語.

what troubles toda-san?:

The laptop fell into the bathtub

Repair helmet drill feet

Studio destroyed by beloved nephew

Smoking a cigarette was regarded as an enemy by parents

One person eats soba noodles for six people New Year's Eve (took stomach medicine)

Microwaving ice cream glows blue

In 2002 I thought I'd never be in a band again

Can't eat KFC

I forgot the rice cooker after taking a bath

I lost in qualifying

Reported by smz as a high school dropout

Because the robot that tells you to close the refrigerator is too cute, it increases the time to open the refrigerator

Sleeping messed up the duvet cover completely

Lived 25 years to discover the frozen box lunch heating scam

Never been in love and thinks sweet and sour is sweet and sour loin

I drank my coffee and I couldn't see my Totoro

The rain covered the garbage bag on the motorcycle and melted in the exhaust pipe

Favorite movies are not popular at school

The Valkyrie model was crushed by smz

Lin Mingmei is a loser

Four drinks in one hand

Go to the supermarket drugstore to buy a cup of noodles by the drugstore grandpa (health guardian)

Motorcycle hit by a tour bus with broken ribs

Costotoxin spreads throughout the body

See dentist gender is unclear

DC Fat Ball loses the game

The new iPad doesn't work as well as the old one

Hay fever

Opening the door to pick up the package scared the Courier

...etc.

[stromer]

and it's all too much for brady tkachuk ★ sens vs panthers 4.04.24

[taurasiluvr]

how you can help palestine

★ thinking about diana taurasi putting you in your place... kinda inspired by sen's strap headcanons @taurasiluv

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. brat taming (my fav!!!), slapping, degradation, mommy kink (it's a dee smut, what do you expect?)

 ⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 1.1k

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p

"didn't i tell you to cut the fucking attitude?" diana's voice rang out the kitchen, causing you to let out an irritated sigh. you paused, gripping the edge of the counter as you tried to steady your nerves.

"dee, 'm not a kid. you can't talk to me like that," you shot back, trying to keep your voice even. diana walked into the living room, her tall frame filling the doorway. she was still in her practice gear, her face glistening with sweat.

"yeah, i know you're not. you're acting a brat, and i don't like it." she replied, her tone assertive. she opened a water bottle, chugging it slowly. you took the moment to take in your girlfriend; all of her.

you rolled your eyes and turned around, going back to cutting up some fruit. "maybe i wouldn't act like a brat if you actually paid attention to me," you muttered under your breath, knowing full well she'd hear.

diana raised an eyebrow, setting the water bottle down. "what was that, baby?" she crossed her arms, watching you intently.

"nothing," you grumbled, deciding to really test her patience right now.

"no, you wanna act all big and and tough, let's hear it," diana said, stepping closer.

"i told you, nothing,"

you ignored the calls of your name as you walked toward your shared bedroom, letting the annoyance take over. diana walked in the bedroom behind you, her expression now pissed.

"don't walk away from me when we're talking," she said, her voice low and controlled, but you could feel the anger simmering beneath.

you spun around to face her, your own frustration boiling over. "what's there to talk about, dee? you're never here! i'm tired of feeling like an afterthought."

diana's eyes narrowed. "so that's what this is is about? and this is how you deal with it? by throwing a tantrum like a child?"

"well i-"

"no, i'm still talking." she repeated as your face contorted into irritation. "first of all, fix your fuckin' face. and this whole thing is because you're needy? cause you haven't had a good fuck in a while?"

you clenched your fists, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. diana's blunt words cut deep, but there was a part of you that couldn't deny the truth in them. you needed her, and the lack of attention had been gnawing at you.

"fine," she sighed as she slammed the door shut. "get on the bed, sweetheart."

you looked stunned as diana just kept glaring at you. "you wanna act all shy now, baby?"

you let out a breathe before obeying her, sitting on the bed as diana walked over toward you. she grabbed your face tightly, forcing you to look upward. her eyes bore into yours, a mix of anger and desire flickering in them at you being so submissive.

"you're not gonna pull that bratty attitude with me anymore, got it?" she said, her voice low and commanding.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. the intensity of her gaze, the way her fingers dug into your cheeks, sent a shiver down your spine. she let go of your face before landing a swift slap to your cheek, a moan coming out of your lips at the sting.

"i asked you something," she demanded, her hand finding your face again, her grip tightening slightly. "do you understand?"

"yes," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

"yes, what?" she prompted, leaning closer so her breath fanned across your lips.

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice barely audible.

"good," she said, releasing your face and stepping back slightly. "now strip. wanna see you naked."

your heart pounded in your chest as you complied, your hands shaking slightly as you undressed. diana watched you intently, her eyes dark with desire. she turned around as well, rummaging through your drawer before finding her strap. she slipped it on quickly before she turned to face you once again.

once you were completely bare, you stood there, feeling vulnerable under her intense gaze. she stepped closer again, her hand trailing down your arm, sending goosebumps in its wake.

without another word, her hand gripped your head before she gestured to her strap. her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catchm as you nodded slowly, opening your mouth, you leaned forward, taking her in.

diana's other hand tangled in your hair, holding you steady as you began to move, your lips and tongue working to please her. she let out a low groan, the sound sending a thrill through you. you looked up at her, meeting her gaze, her expression a mix of dominance and desire.

"that's it, baby," she murmured, her voice rough with arousal. "just like that."

you continued, your movements becoming more confident as you found a rhythm. diana's grip on your hair tightened slightly, guiding you as you took more of her in. the taste and feel of the strap filled your senses, and you felt a rush of heat between your legs, your own arousal building.

after a few moments, diana pulled you back, her eyes dark with need. "on the bed," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

you obeyed, crawling onto the bed and positioning yourself on your hands and knees, your body trembling with anticipation. diana moved behind you, her hands running over your back and down to your hips, her touch somehow both possessive and gentle.

"you're going to take everything i give you," she said, her voice low and commanding. "understand?"

"yes, mommy," you replied, your voice breathless with need.

she positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you for a moment before pushing in slowly, filling you completely. you moaned, your body arching as you adjusted to the sensation. diana held your hips firmly, setting a steady pace that quickly had you gasping for breath.

she landed a couple slaps to your ass, causing a string of curses and moans to leave your mouth.

"fucking brat," she growled, her movements becoming more intense. "say it, say you're mine."

"'m yours," you managed to gasp, your body responding eagerly to her every thrust. "'m yours, dee."

the pleasure built quickly, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. diana's grip on your hips tightened, her own breathing becoming ragged as she drove you toward release.

when you finally came, it was with a cry of pure ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm. she pulled out gently, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you into her arms. you lay there together, both of you catching your breath, the intensity of the moment slowly giving way to a feeling of deep contentment.

"did i fuck all that attitude outta you now, baby?" diana managed to say as you let out a breathless laugh.

"mhm, yeah. you did," you replied.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[sanctissimx]

A rare smile played at her features, though no mirth was to be found in the coldness of her eyes. Vere was always amusing when he found himself cornered. Like watching a cornered cat try to puff himself up and looking absolutely ridiculous for it.

"If you stopped talking, maybe you wouldn't win my battles for me," Sen reminded him gently. "How can I yearn for mothers and burials I don't remember?"

She yanked hard at his chains—a warning. "Come on, little puppy god. It's time for your daily walk."

❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜- Sen EYESEMOJI

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝕬 𝖘𝖈���𝖋𝖋 left Vere upon hearing the reanimated doll's familiar voice, akin to nails on a chalkboard on an early morning when you just did not get a full night's sleep. His ears pinned back as he shot her a dirty look over his shoulder, the words irritating and exhausting crossing his mind. Yet, there was only malice in his eyes -- not the flat look of hunger and threat he regarded towards the other Senobium members.

❝ That's rich, coming from a corpse. Does yours even think of you ? Or has the world forgotten you altogether once they thought the earth swallowed you up ? ❞ He huffed, his long tail twitching once at the end. Suddenly a rather cruel smile painted across his lips.

❝ Actually, were you even buried at all ? You don't remember, am I right ? Pitiful. ❞

[seneon]

sennnnnn, I squatted 30kg & I’m so happyyy, I’m gonna try 35 or 40 next time cause it was kinda easy. also, I did a 35kg hip abduction I think

THATS SO GOOD N AMAZING

[aosvrse]

green for farts and boogers yum

oh ok

[nylibrty]

i yearn for strap

[sweetheartsaku]

saku i have school i can't go back to sleep 😆 anyways im back home now so i can nap all afternoon

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO EMBARASSING🙁 the fact i typed the reblog while i was in class too 😢😢 yessie u can eep now 😴😴

[sweetheartsaku]

THIS IS SOOO ADORBZ THANKQ FOR THE TAG SEN🤍🤍🤍🤍 me n shoto huhu <33

tagging!!: @miyamoratsumuu @seumyo @angeliicheartt @hyukassubi @katsukistofu @lunatiqez

picrew game !! since it's finally halloween time, make this picrew with u and ur fav(s) !!

somi & meguruuu !!

no pressure tags : @littlemissemeritus @egoistars @choccorin @kaq3yma @alkaisen @osaximi @maiinoclock ♡

[sanctissimx]

❝ May I have this dance? ❞ To Sen.

meme.

sentence starters !

She woke in tangle of covers soft but lumpy covers, bleary-eyed and yawning, halfway through a delicious stretch of her stiff limbs when Princess bounded upon the bed and licked her mouth with an excited intimacy that should be criminal. Sen threw her arms around the dog, pulling her down for a proper hug and kiss to her snout before getting up at last. “I’m up! I promise!” she wailed, following Princess’s darling little trot out to the kitchen where Ais was standing over the little stove with two as-yet-unburnt pieces of bread.

“Morning,” he greeted her, and her reply was a terrible, wordless grumble as she stopped to refill Princess’s water bowl. Wordlessly, she padded over to his side with a shitty morning pout, welcomed into his waiting, outstretched arm. He folded her into his side, arm slung about her shoulders as she snuggled into him needfully. “Sleep well?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Dreamt I was kissing a princess,” she said, yawning into his chest.

“Hot,” he laughed, turning the bread so that the butter upon the uncooked side sizzled in the pan.

 “Except I woke up and Princess was kissing me,” Sen continued, listlessly. “Big fat lick on my cheek right when I was yawning. I can’t say I’m disappointed, she’s real precious to wake up to—” She whispered loudly now. “But I kinda am.”  

He grinned sidelong, checking on the bread before asking, “Would a kiss make it better?” 

She nodded and reached for his shoulders, to which he magnanimously bent just a little to allow the inevitable koala crawl she committed upon him, arms locked around his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist. Sen covered the whole side of his face in a smattering of kisses upon his cheek: loud, smacking kisses that sounded a little uncomfortably loudly in his ear. 

“Hey …” He complained, laughing. She shifted within his arm that held her, which earned her a smack upon her thigh, his hand eventually settling on her ass. She recoiled, doing her best to look utterly offended. 

“What?” he asked, pretending not to see the cultivated glare she was shooting him from, the bread upon the stove conveniently taking up all his attention.

“Your hand is on my ass,” she informed him.

“Yeah, so you don’t fall,” he explained.

“But I’m not falling.” Her legs squeezed around him pointedly.

“Right, because my hand’s on your ass.” It was the simplest answer, and apparently infallible logic, because Sen conceded words and resorted to biting him on the jaw.

“Ow,” he exaggerated, laughing. “You always fucken’ bite me when you know you’re losing an argument. It’s like watching a crocodile go into a death roll or some shit.” 

She leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he ducked away. Annoyed, she tried again, only to be avoided once more and hit with a notedly terrible attempt at playing hard to get. “Stoppp,” he complained, taking the bread off the fire now that it had gone from decently-toasted to a little more burnt than he’d intended. 

“Don’t you want me like I want you, baby?” she crooned, wriggling her hips to the simple melody while attempting another kiss. “Don’t you need me like I need you now?” 

He ignored her as he buttered their bread with a single free hand, though he swayed to her little song, growing more and more enthusiastic  as it went on,  until Sen was throwing her head back with laughing as he spun her around the kitchen like a whirling top, her cries stifled when he stuffed a heel of buttered bread into her mouth. 

“If this is your way of shutting me up….it’s working,” she informed him, mouth full of crumbs as he set her down on a kitchen chair. Ais took a seat next to her, and Sen took the opportunity to prop her legs upon his thighs, drapes across his lap. “Hey,” she said, calling his attention, wearing a mischievous smile. “Take me dancing?”

-

It’s the end of the night—that quiet moment of dead air when there’s nothing but the soft sound of the dogs breathing and the crackle of the dying fire behind them, nearly down to the embers and casting a wan glow to the room that almost feels mournful. 

She’s a little drunk and more than a little sad, gripping what’s left of her now-warm beer by the dark neck as she buries her face in his chest. Her other hand is pressed between his shoulder blades, nails digging into the fabric as she clings desperately to his shirt. If he has any notion of leaving—or even moving—her death’s grip only tightens. 

They sway in silent concert, fitting themselves into each other like perfect puzzle pieces, warmed by the other’s skin and their 

She takes in a breath like a sigh, finally peering up a him through inky lashes, the expression in her eyes quietly electric as she quietly demands of him, “It’s getting worse out there. You have to come back to me, okay? Every night. You have to take care of yourself out there and come back to me. Even if it’s in pieces. I’ll find a way to fix you. I’ll learn how! Just … you have to come back.”

He said nothing for a moment, only bent to kiss her forehead. “Tides will bring me back to you,” he promised quietly, but she felt the gravity in his words. 

She breathed in again, her heart calming just enough for her to settle back in his arms. Because she believed him, and every promise he’d made her. 

-

“May I have this dance?” 

The question hung in the air between them, the air damp and thick from the early morning’s rain. A taunt, clearly. Absolute rage bait. How many times had he slipped from her grasp in these streets? This time, at least, she’d caught him to his back against the wall — literally and figuratively. The narrow alleyway had deposited them here, in a dead end of brick walls, surrounded on all sides by buildings so tall they were impossible to surmount. She’d have him this time. Just as long as she could keep him from the only exit behind her. 

She reached across herself for the short sword at her hip, the leather of her gloves creaking as her grip tightened upon the hilt. “May it be the last one,” she murmured softly, and she unsheathed the sword, the blade singing bright and metallic as it ripped from its scabbard. 

Her elbow drove a path intended for his stomach—there was no way she’d be able to take him by brute force. At least if she could wind him, she’d have a chance at subduing him. The demon had sidestepped her without effort, leaving a scent of cigarette smoke and the fraicheur of something marine and leather. It caught in her throat, the scent of something so familiar it rattled in the marrow of her bones. 

Suddenly, she felt as though the breath was stolen from her lungs. Eyes wide, thoughts racing, lungs arrested—it was only a moment, a flash of a second that she was distracted. But it was enough. Her momentum pulled her forward, having missed her target. One heavy boot planted itself firmly upon the wet brick, enough for her to shift her weight and pivot around to slash in retaliation at the demon—

He caught her by the wrist, wrenching the blade from her hand. It dropped with a clatter, and before she could note its fall, a strong arm had swept her up by the waist and slammed her into the wall. 

The world spun, her vision blurring with how unanticipatedly quickly it all happened. His arm was ineludible, trapping her against the unyielding wall, but there was something unexplainably comforting about its immurement. Like … she was being protected. Or … worse. 

It took far too long to dawn on her that the hand on her wrist had long fallen away. And it was with some discomfort that she realized that it was now cradling the back of her head, cushioning her 

“You know, you keep trying to lead,” he quipped, voice low as his lips ghosted just beyond the shell of her ear. She shivered, and struggled uselessly to get free of his arm. But his closeness brought that scent again, and the confusion it brought as she inhaled it greedily weakened her resolve with every passing second. Did he know that? She couldn’t be sure. “Sometimes, you gotta learn to let up, Warden.” 

He leaned in and kissed her cheek quickly, and then he was off. Bounding towards the exit with a laugh, leaving her to sink to the ground in a confusion of memories that she couldn’t be sure were hers.

-

She froze at the question, knowing full well who had asked it without even turning around. And when she did, the half mask of an oni face was hardly a disguise to anyone who knew his identity. That half smile, that glint of fangs, that cocksure swagger … Sen would have known him by that scent alone, but together .. all those things together …

Her heart beat with a foolish excitement (or was it the thrill of the forbidden?) as he extended his hand. Formal. Mocking? At least he didn’t  look out of place within the high marble walls of the ballroom, where members of the Senobium and their wealthy patrons swirled and swayed to music hailed by strings portraying the most popular unearthly music of the day. 

She gave her hand, surprised with how earnestly his fingers closed about it, grasping her firmly. Purposefully, really. Guiding her to the edge of the dancefloor, he stopped, his heavy hand finding the curve of her hip. And then they were off, joining the fray, moving across the floor in expert time to the music. She allowed him to lead, somehow remembering one of the last things she’d ever heard him say, and found that his moves were uncomplicated. Simple, but nothing less than assured. The fluidity with which they traversed the dancefloor had surprised her, and annoyingly, excited her.

And so did when he turned her, the hand at her hip steadying her so that the warmth of his palm swept over her stomach, her lower back until it secured itself once more to her hip. When she returned to the position, it was the warden who pressed herself closer, her hips now meeting his thigh, her body now folding into him. Trusting him. 

“Boots at a masquerade is a sartorial choice,” she quipped, hiding her nervous smile in his arm. “But really, how are you moving in these? Imagine how much more adroit you could be if you took them off—”

He turned her deftly then dipped her low, catching her by complete surprise as she lay suspended in the mercy of his arms. Holding her there, his teeth glinted in a delight that almost seemed menacing in her helpless eyes. “You could find out for yourself, Warden,” he replied, then pulled her back up to her feet. 

Her ears were bright red as she righted herself, clinging shamefully to his well-muscled arm as she regained her footing. It wasn’t the most dignified moment for a rogue. But at least he couldn’t see the extent of her embarrassment, the flush of her cheeks obscured by the ivory mask of the Senobium she wore. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d flirted with her. And she was sure he was doing it just to get a rise out of her. So she steeled herself, turning her gaze up to meet his. “Then show me,” she said determinedly, reaching up to snake her arms around his neck and pull him down to incline his lips to hers. Where the dance would take them next would be entirely up to him.