#★ ╼ human after all ( human verse )

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ “Is it bad? It's bad, isn't it?"

mini - starter call. ★  lisa  ( @andbreathe )

[candy69gurl]

𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄- HOW YOU MET THEM

WARNING: mentions of violence (Toji and Sukuna), flulff SYNOPSIS: Introductory post of my HYBRID JJK VERSE NOTE: Upcoming- Mating season (smut)

ᯓ★ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎- BAT HYBRID

THUD

You jolt up from bed, heart racing, as the sound pierces the silence of the night. Throwing off the covers, you leap out of bed, curiosity mingled with concern driving you to investigate. Creeping to the window, you cautiously peek outside, squinting into the darkness.

There, sprawled on the ground below, lies a figure, human in form but distinctly different. Your breath catches in your throat as you discern the shape of black wings and pointed ears against the dim moonlight. With a rush of adrenaline, you dash downstairs, your mind racing with questions and apprehension.

Approaching the fallen being, you notice the unmistakable mark of fear etched on his face, accentuated by the ominous black mark on his nose. "Hey?" you call out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper.

Startled, the creature turns to face you, his eyes wide with a mixture of fright and pain. His deep, resonant voice trembles as he speaks, "Please… help me. My wings… I think they're broken."

Your initial shock gives way to empathy as you realize the gravity of his plight. "Are you… a vampire?" you inquire, your voice wavering with uncertainty.

He shakes his head slowly, strands of black hair falling across his pale, gaunt face. "No," he replies, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I am half-human, half-bat."

With a surge of determination, you extend a helping hand, offering to assist him to his feet. As he rises, you catch a clearer glimpse of his features - his ebony hair tied back in two distinctive edges, his pallid complexion, and the weary, haunted look in his baggy eyes.

Without hesitation, you guide him back inside your home, the weight of his brokenness heavy on your shoulders. As you lead him inside, you vow to help this mysterious being, to mend his shattered wings and perhaps, in doing so, to heal the wounds of his troubled soul.

You carefully bandage his broken wings, but upon closer inspection, you realize the damage is more severe than initially thought. With a heavy heart, you express your concern, "They don't look too good… I suppose you can't fly for a while."

He meets your gaze with pleading eyes, a silent plea for compassion. "Can I stay with you until then?" he asks, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You pause, contemplating the implications of inviting this enigmatic being into your life. After a moment of reflection, you reply, "Fine… you can stay. It will take time for you to adjust with me."

A mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him as he pulls you into a heartfelt embrace, craving the warmth of connection. You can't help but smile at his earnestness, understanding the yearning for companionship hidden beneath his otherworldly exterior.

ᯓ★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔- CAT HYBRIDS

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of chattering coming from your kitchen. Groggy and confused, you sit up in bed.

Something is definitely wrong.

You wobble on unsteady legs as you make your way to the kitchen to find out what’s causing the noise.

The kitchen light is off, but you can hear some rustling sounds. You flip on the light switch, and the noise stops. As your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see them—two large cat-human hybrids, one white and one black, wrestling on the floor.

Their eyes immediately meet yours. Milk is spilled all over the floor, adding to the chaos.

Their gazes lock onto yours as spilled milk creates chaos on the floor.

You're stunned, unable to move. The black one gestures at the white one and accuses, "It's all his fault," his voice smooth as velvet. He leans towards the white one, nudging him gently with his muzzle, provoking a growl from the white hybrid. In the dimly lit room, his eyes shine brightly, though slightly smaller than the white one, he carries a similar aura of power. His tail wags eagerly, tapping the floor with excitement.

The white one pushes his muzzle away with a paw, his white-pinkish ears constantly twitching; the action is gentle, the two clearly having a good relationship despite the light teasing, "No, this is Suguru's fault."

Confused and overwhelmed, you blurt out, "Get out of my house!"

They both give you pleading looks. The black one speaks again, "W-We just wanted some milk... We were hungry, and... your windows were unlocked... Please, can we stay here for a few days? We have nowhere else to go."

Exasperated, you sigh. "Fine, but only one of you can stay. I can't take care of both."

They cling to each other, pleading desperately. "Please, we can't be apart."

Rubbing your forehead, you relent. "Okay, but no causing trouble. Both of you can stay."

Instantly, they pounce on you, showering you with joyful licks as they express their gratitude.

ᯓ★ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀- TIGER HYBRID

"Come out of that cave for god's sake," you call out, waiting for the creature to emerge so you can snap a good picture. You've always enjoyed photographing animals, so when you heard about the new tiger-human hybrid at the zoo, you were eager to capture it on film. Choosing the evening when the area is deserted, you head to the enclosure, hoping for uninterrupted photography.

"Oh... Oh, I see it," you mutter, attempting to zoom in with your camera. A glimpse of pink hair catches your eye, but it's not clear. Then disaster strikes. Your camera slips from your grasp, and in your attempt to catch it, you lose your balance and tumble into the cage.

As you hit the ground, the tigers in the cage swarm around you. Panic sets in as you realize there's no one nearby to help. You curse your own recklessness as the tigers prepare to attack. But then, the pink-haired hybrid steps forward, his voice deep and commanding.

"Brave of you to jump into the tiger's cage," he remarks. The other tigers seem to cower in his presence. He kneels down to your level, his tongue darting out, saliva glistening.

"Finally, a good meal," he says, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Desperately, you plead for mercy. "P-please, let me go. I'll do anything."

He chuckles darkly which sounds more like a roar. "Anything, you say? Hmm... Then get me out of this cage," he demands. Fear grips you as you realize the gravity of the situation.

"H-how... I don't..." you stammer, but he interrupts, seizing your throat with a deadly grip.

"Then be my meal," he growls.

Frantically, you agree to help. "F-fine... I'll help," you manage to choke out, hoping it's enough to spare your life.

With the hybrid's grip loosening slightly, you scramble to gather your wits. Your mind races as you try to devise a plan to fulfill his demand.

How can I possibly get him out of this cage? you think, panic rising like bile in your throat.

Suddenly, a thought strikes you. The gate! If I can somehow open the gate... With newfound determination, you manage to croak out, "I need... the keys... to open the gate."

The hybrid regards you with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. "Keys, huh? You expect me to believe that?" he snarls.

You nod frantically, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, yes! The keys! They're... they're with the zookeeper. I am thinking of a way. Just let go off me!"

The hybrid eyes you warily, then releases his grip on your throat. "Fine," he grumbles. "But make one wrong move, and I'll finish what I started."

As you struggle to come up with a plan to escape the dangerous situation you've found yourself in, you spot movement outside the enclosure. With a surge of hope, you see a zoo staff member approaching. Frantically, you wave and call out for help.

The staff member's eyes widen in shock as they spot you inside the cage. "What on earth are you doing in there?" they exclaim, hurrying over to the gate.

You quickly concoct a story, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear coursing through you. "Someone locked me in here! I'm the vet, and I was checking on the hybrid when the gate closed behind me. Please, hurry and bring the keys!"

The staff member looks hesitant, clearly taken aback by the situation, but they nod and rush off to retrieve the keys.

Meanwhile, the hybrid eyes you with suspicion, his predatory instincts on high alert.

"Just make him faint when he brings the key. Don't hurt him, okay?" you plead, hoping to appeal to his sense of self-preservation.

"Why should I listen to you?" he roars, his patience wearing thin.

"Because I'm helping you escape," you reason, desperation creeping into your voice.

Grumbling, the hybrid reluctantly agrees, his gaze never leaving the approaching staff member.

When the staff member returns with the keys, the hybrid pounces without hesitation, pinning the unsuspecting individual to the ground. A deafening roar echoes through the enclosure, and the staff member faints from sheer terror.

Quickly, you snatch the keys from the fallen staff member's hand and unlock the gate. The hybrid bounds out of the cage, his powerful form moving with grace and speed.

As you both make your escape, the other tigers seem almost relieved to see you go, as if they're eager for the chaos to end.

Once you're safely outside the enclosure, you lock the gate behind you and return the keys to the unconscious staff member's hand. Then, under the cover of darkness, you and the hybrid make your way out of the zoo.

But just when you think you're in the clear, the hybrid pounces on you once again, a hungry gleam in his eyes. "Time for my dinner, don't you think?" he growls.

"W-wait! You told me you wouldn't hurt me! I helped you escape!" you cry out, tears welling in your eyes.

He licks your cheek with a smirk. "Well, when Sukuna is hungry, he eats anything that's in front of him."

You try to wriggle free from his grasp, but his paw-like hand holds you firmly in place. "Please... I have food at home. Don't eat me! I'm not tasty!" you plead desperately.

"Do you have meat at your home?" he asks, his tone surprisingly calm.

You nod frantically, hoping beyond hope that he'll spare you.

"Fine. I'll follow you to your home. But if you're lying, I'll eat you right there," he warns, his gaze unwavering.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you lead him to your home, each step heavier than the last. When you arrive, you quickly retrieve some meat from your fridge and offer it to him.

He seems content for the moment, but then he declares, "Very well. This is my new home."

You try to protest, but he cuts you off with a dismissive snort. "As long as you don't tell anybody I'm here, everything will be fine. You know what will happen if you do."

ᯓ★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎- BLACK PANTHER HYBRID

Sweat drips down your forehead as you run through the dense woods, your heart pounding in your chest. You hear the loud growls and snarls of the tiger getting closer and closer. The adrenaline rushes through your veins as you trip over a fallen log. You hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of you. You look up to see the tiger bearing down on you, its yellow eyes full of hunger.

As your fear intensifies, you can't help but think how you ended up in this situation. Why did you decide to take the shortcut through the woods instead of sticking to the paved streets? Now you're about to become a meal for a wild beast. Your mind races through all the things you could've done differently, the choices that led you here. If only you had taken a different route, your life might be different now.

Your eyes squeeze shut, preparing yourself to face your fate but soon enough an unexpected event unfolds. A massive, black form leaps onto the tiger, sending it tumbling away. The two animals engage in a furious battle, the sound of snapping teeth and growls deafening.

Your body aches and your feet throb, the injury bleeding profusely. The adrenaline is quickly waning, and you can feel your consciousness beginning to slip away. You try to run, but your body won't cooperate. The throbbing in your head intensifies, and the world starts to fade to black.

As your eyelids fall shut, you're left with the knowledge that your life hangs in the balance, an unwitting pawn in this primal struggle. The two animals continue their violent dance, oblivious to the fact that the prize they both seek is barely clinging to life mere feet away. Your breaths come in shallow, ragged gasps as blackness engulfs you, consuming your senses, and you slip into the abyss of unconsciousness.

You stir and slowly awaken in a pitch-black space. Your injured foot tingling, and you realize that a warm, rough tongue is lapping at your wound. With your heart pounding and your eyes adapting to the low light, you leap up in surprise to see a big, hybrid figure standing in front of you. Part panther, part man, his muscular form is a testament to its feline heritage. His deep green eyes pierce into you, holding an air of mystery. A scar etches a jagged line along the right side of his mouth, giving his face a dangerous edge.

Despite his menacing demeanour, there is tenderness in the way he looks at you. With a deep, velvety voice, he replies, "I don't eat humans, so don't be afraid."

Your voice trembles as you ask, "W-why did you save me?"

He responds with a casual air, "Ah, that tiger was a menace, always trying to feed on humans. Thought I'd teach him a good lesson." A flick of his panther-like tongue gently traces your cheek, as if silently asking for your trust.

Overwhelmed by the turn of events, you manage to stammer, "Can I go home now?" His face softens, and it's clear that he's reluctant to let you go. He's developed a connection with you, but yea he has to let you go so he eventually nods with a heavy heart.

"Fine, you don't look too good to go by your own. Your foot is injured, and other animals can hurt you." He looks at you with concern, his green eyes fixed on your bleedings. "I will help you return home."

With an unspoken bond formed between the two of you, he gently lifts you onto his back, using his strong, muscular arms to support you. The warmth of his body offers comfort, and you can't help but feel safe and protected, even as you're carried through the still-dangerous woods. He moves with the agility of a panther, his steps sure and confident.

His panther-like ears twitch with each new sound, alert to any potential dangers. He dashes through the woods at a breakneck speed, your directions guiding him towards the safety of your home. Your heart races in your chest as you cling tightly to his neck, grateful for his strength and protection.

The journey seems to go by in a blur, the whirlwind of events leaving you shaken. But, with every passing second, the comforting thought of returning to familiar surroundings grows stronger. The sight of your home, drawing nearer, brings a sense of relief, and you can't help but let out a breath you'

His panther-like ears twitch with each new sound, alert to any potential dangers. He dashes through the woods at a breakneck speed, your directions guiding him towards the safety of your home. Your heart races in your chest as you cling tightly to his neck, grateful for his strength and protection.

The journey seems to go by in a blur, the whirlwind of events leaving you shaken. But, with every passing second, the comforting thought of returning to familiar surroundings grows stronger. The sight of your home, drawing nearer, brings a sense of relief, and you can't help but let out a breath you' have been holding. You slide off his back onto the pavement, the familiar crunch of gravel underfoot a stark contrast to the softness of the woods. You turn to face your savior, words of gratitude tumbling from your lips.

The first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape. Your savior begins to turn away, the time for him to leave drawing near. Panic wells up inside you, and without thinking, you reach out and cling to him. The thought of him departing too much to bear. Your voice quivers as you plead, "Please, don't leave. Can you stay with me for a few days?"

He regards you with a mixture of surprise and concern, his green eyes holding a wealth of emotions. "I can't," he responds but your pleading eyes seem to have an effect on him, and after a moment of hesitation, he relents slightly, "All right, just for a day. After that, I'll have to return to my place."

His agreement brings a wave of relief, and you cling to him for a moment longer before stepping back, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you," you breathe, leading the way inside your home..

Little did he know, the decision he made to spend a day at your house would change everything. As the hours pass and the day turns into night, the sense of comfort and safety he provides begins to weave its way into your heart. You find yourself growing increasingly reluctant to let him go, his presence now a much-needed source of calm amidst the chaos of your life.

ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐆- BEAR HYBRID

As you walk down the street, the cold winds bite at your skin, creating an eerie atmosphere. Suddenly, you notice several men trailing behind you. Panic sets in, and you break into a sprint, ducking into an empty alleyway. But as you reach the end of the alley, you realize there's no way out. They've surrounded you.

Alone and terrified, you feel like your luck has run out. But then, a noise startles everyone. Heavy footsteps echo in the alley, and all heads turn. A massive creature lumbers toward you, sending the men into a frenzy. "A bear!" they cry, scrambling to escape over the alley walls. Left behind, you remember a tale about playing dead to evade a bear's wrath. With trembling body, you collapse to the ground, feigning unconsciousness.

As the creature draws closer, it speaks in a human voice, catching you off guard. "Either you're playing dumb or you think I am," it remarks, its features coming into focus. It's a peculiar sight – a man with an average build, sporting short black hair styled longer on top, dark eyes, and a thin mustache. But atop his head are unmistakable brown bear-like ears, and his stature is massive, resembling that of a human-bear hybrid.

Confusion swirls in your mind. Could such a creature exist? Before you can ponder further, he chuckles and remarks, "You owe me a jar of honey."

Bewildered, you sit up, daring to ask, "What are you?"

His response is gentle, "A bear hybrid, I suppose."

You speak again, "I.. don't have any honey with me."

"Too bad," he replies with a smirk, "You seem like honey to me." Fear still grips you, but he reassures, "Don't worry, I won't eat you... yet." His mischievous grin sends shivers down your spine. Uncertain of what to make of this bizarre encounter, you cautiously accept his offer to escort you home.

Despite your initial trepidation, you find yourself trusting him, if only because he saved you from a perilous situation. And so, with this creature by your side, you embark on the journey home, your mind buzzing with questions and disbelief.

As you reach your home, his presence is somehow comforting. "My honey... dear?..." he murmurs softly, and you fidget with your fingers, trying to find an answer. "I don't have it. I will have to buy and then..."

Before you can complete your sentence, he leans in, cupping your cheeks, his lips find yours. Your eyes widen in shock at his sudden, electrifying kiss. It sends a shiver down your spine, grounded by his arrogant proclamation.

"Mhm, you are sweeter than honey," he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Bet I'm gonna stay with you until my one jar is complete."

You stutter, taken aback by the unanticipated intimacy. "U-until what's complete?" You question, still trying to fully process the bizarre encounter.

The bear-man, now seemingly confident in his claim, swaggers into your home as if he owns the place. You follow hesitantly, lingering at the door.

"Until I get one jar of honey," he clarifies, sitting down on the couch, "But I bet it won't take long. Just the sight of you alone is sweet enough." His voice drips with innuendo, and you blush furiously, unsure how to respond.

"Y-you can't just barge into someone's home," you stammer.

"My apologies, but the circumstances call for it," he responds nonchalantly.

You are stunned by his boldness, yet you cannot overlook the fact that he saved you from those men. Maybe it's the thrill of this wild encounter, but you can't deny that he's charming. "I-I.. I don't know," you reply, unsure of whether you're ready to have your world turned upside down by this enigmatic creature.

ᯓ★ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈, 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 & 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄- BUNNY HYBRIDS

"This white one, this black one, this brown one, and this grey one... YEYYYY!" you exclaimed in pure delight as you gazed upon the adorable human-bunny hybrids in front of you. Their fluffy ears twitched, their small tails twitched, and their eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"I WANT ALL OF THEM!" you declared, unable to contain your excitement. But your parents, standing nearby, didn't seem as enthusiastic about the idea of bringing home four new additions to the family.

"Y/N, choose only two," they urged, trying to reason with you.

But you weren't having it. You wanted all of those charming creatures, each with their unique color and personality. "No, I WANT ALL OF THEM!" you insisted, jumping up and down and throwing a small tantrum.

"All four will be trouble," one of your parents sighed, exchanging a knowing look with the other. "I don't think your kid is going to listen," the latter chuckled.

ᯓ★ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 & 𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐄 - DOG HYBRIDS

Before you were born, three special beings were already part of your family: Hiromi, Nanami, and Kusakabe. They're dogs mixed with humans, each with their own unique qualities. Hiromi is the oldest and wisest, Nanami is gentle but strong, and Kusakabe is full of energy and happiness.

In one word- they're family. They were already part of the family long before you arrived. When you were born, they were already there, part of the household. When they first saw you, they felt a strong connection with you, even though you're a bit different from them.

ᯓ★ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎- SNAKE HYBRID (NAG)

"Big News! The nag broke free from the lab! If you spot it, call this number: 69696969696969."

You switch off the TV, muttering, "Why can't they keep a better eye on animals? They don't deserve this. But I wanna see what it looks like" You head to the kitchen for some food. Suddenly, you hear a hissing noise. "I need to clear my mind. I'm even hearing snake sounds," you smile to yourself, and then you freeze. "Wait... hissing sound?" You turn around to see a huge snake with a human-like upper body and a snake-like lower half—typically mythological character like.

You find yourself in the midst of a gripping situation. The room feels charged with tension as you stand face to face with the escaped nag. Its presence is both captivating and terrifying.

The nag towers over you, its imposing figure a stark contrast against the mundane surroundings of your home. Its upper body bears a resemblance to that of a human, but its lower half is unmistakably serpentine, coiled and ready to strike.

Its face, marked with intricate patchwork patterns, holds an otherworldly allure. Its eyes, one a deep, mysterious blue and the other a haunting shade of gray, seem to pierce through your very soul.

Long strands of grayish-blue hair cascade down its back, swaying with each subtle movement. They are neatly sectioned into three thick strands, each tied off at the end, adding to the creature's enigmatic appearance.

As it grins, you can't help but notice its fangs—two of them, each as large as a snake's, gleaming ominously in the dim light of the room.

But perhaps the most chilling sight is its tail, which coils around your body with a vice-like grip, constricting your every movement and leaving you gasping for air.

In this moment, fear and disbelief course through you as you realize the gravity of the situation. You are face to face with a creature straight out of myth and legend, and it has you firmly in its grasp.

You try to scream, but the nag's grip around your waist is too tight, choking off the sound. You can feel your breathing becoming labored, your chest constricted, the nag's tail seemingly tightening with each panicked attempt to draw in air.

Your heart races as you wait for the jagged teeth to sink into your flesh, but instead of biting, the nag's forked tongue darts out licking your teary cheek. The contrast between anticipating excruciating pain and gentle caress makes your blood run cold.

Your whimpers fade as you gaze into the creature's heterochromia eyes. "Hooman~" Its voice is like the rustling of autumn leaves, soft yet unsettling. "Not gonna hurt you if you don't hurt me."

A look of confusion crosses your face as he releases you, still gripped by confusion as to why a creature capable of such destruction is harming you not. "You escaped from the lab, right?" you ask tentatively.

The nag lets out a small pout, "They treated me very bad..." Tears begin to stream down its patchwork face, and you're left wondering if the display is genuine or nothing more than an act. "I want to be taken care of... Do I not deserve it?"

You find yourself grappling with your own emotions, the nag's pleading expression tugging at your heartstrings. You're still scared of it but somehow, you can't seem to resist its charms. Biting your lip in indecision, you finally reply, "I will tell them to take care of you in a good way. You should return there."

He shakes his head vehemently as his tail coils even tighter around you this time, almost comforting. "No... Not gonna go there AGAIN!" he protests, his voice laced with desperation. "Please... You look like a good hooman... Please take care of mee~" It presses its face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. The nag's cold touch adds to the unsettling atmosphere.

"Are you sure... you can stay with me?" you ask, mindful of the consequences but feeling a strange kinship forming. The nag's face lights up, and you can see how desperately it wants this. "Yes... yes, please."

Given the situation, you sigh and agree to the nag's request. You realize that it's not going to leave you alone anyway. Plus, it's not like having a nag as a house pet is an everyday occurrence.

ᯓ★ 𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎- GORILLA HYBRID

As the sun shone down on the lush greenery of the picnic area, innocent you sat with your family, enjoying a delightful family picnic. Amidst the laughter and chatter, you decided to indulge in one of your favorite snacks - bananas. Grabbing one from the fruit basket, you eagerly peeled it open and devoured it in no time, savoring its sweet flavor.

Bananas Bananas Bananas, I LOVE BANANAS

But one banana was not enough to satisfy your craving, and you reached for another. As you peeled it open, a sudden poke on your shoulder startled you. Whipping around, you found nobody there. Shrugging off the odd sensation, you turned back to your banana, only to find it mysteriously missing, leaving only the peel in your hand.

Confused and slightly unnerved, you grabbed another banana from the basket, determined to enjoy it without any interruptions. Yet, once again, a poke on your shoulder disrupted your moment, and when you looked back, the banana was gone, just like before.

Frustration mounting, you stood up and scanned the surroundings, searching for the prankster responsible for the disappearing bananas. Your eyes fell upon a figure giggling mischievously nearby.

"You did it!" you accused, rushing towards the person, but it darted away with surprising agility, effortlessly climbing up a nearby tree.

In your attempt to follow, you ended up stumbling and falling, landing with a painful thud. As you winced in pain, the laughter ceased, replaced by a sense of guilt. The figure descended from the tree and approached you cautiously.

"Sorry," he muttered, extending a hand to help you up. Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with an unusual sight - a hybrid creature with a big body and chest like a gorilla but the face and features of a human. Despite his intimidating physique, he seemed of your age.

"You could have asked me," you scolded, rubbing your sore limbs.

He hung his head in apology once more, explaining that he couldn't resist the opportunity to play a harmless prank.

As you talked, you realized that despite his unusual appearance, you felt a strange connection with him. He was just like you, craving friendship and acceptance.

When it was time to leave, you hesitated, not wanting to part ways with your newfound friend. Gathering your courage, you introduced him to your parents, who were taken aback by the sight of the hybrid creature.

"That's not a human," they exclaimed, exchanging worried glances.

But as you pleaded with them to let your new friend come home with you, they relented, touched by your earnestness and compassion.

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒baby daddy scott! (part two to this)﹒⌅

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.03.28

The day you gave birth was simultaneously the most eventful and non-eventful day of your life ─ hours of labor, some pushing, and the most excruciating pain you'll probably ever feel in your life, all culminating into the reality of your situation.

Scott arrived just after you delivered the baby, so the adrenaline had already died down and you didn't have the energy to curse him out. He had been ghosting you for days, knowing your due date was soon. Text after text, call after call ─ and the only text that got him to respond was 'Scott, I really need you.'

Now, he's standing over you and the tiny little newborn girl in your arms.

Your mother, his stepmother, and his father are all chatting out in the hall, letting the two of you have your own time together with the baby, whom you've decided to name Lily, after your favorite flower.

Sitting there, eyes fixed on the swaddled baby laying on your chest, her tiny cheek squished against you, Scott gets a sudden realization. He has a child, now. He's helped bring another human into this world, and he's going to have to help take care of it. He's a father.

"Lily," he murmurs, making you turn and look at him. "Yeah, Lily," you respond in the same hushed tone. He shifts his chair as close to the bed it'll go. The distant sound of medical personnel outside the room, the little coos of the baby, and the beeping from the heart monitor beside the bed all add to the oddly serene atmosphere.

You look from your daughter to your boyfriend ─ if he can be called that ─ giving him a tired smile. "How are you feeling? About being a dad, I mean?" He leans back in his chair and rubs his eyes, looking at his sneakers. "Nothing, I don't know," he murmurs into his palms, hands now fully covering his face. "I don't know how I feel." He stands up, hands grabbing onto the dark green sweater hanging off his skinny frame. "I hate this, I hate you,"

Watching him walk off into the hall, all you can do is just that ─ watch. Watch as he walks out, just like he did when he first found out that he got you pregnant, like he did when you first asked him to go shopping with you . . . Scott has never been good with firsts, and he's once again solidifying the pattern.

Maybe he'll come back in, maybe he left with his parents, who knows. With or without him, you're going to raise your baby to be better ─ better than her father.

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[citizenstarlight]

        It was a long day for Annie as a pageant coach. When she finished, all she wanted to do was see Halsin. Perhaps it was a bit selfish, she knew he was busy. But she could not help herself. When she walked into the room her breath hitched, he looked so handsome working. He really was a hero in her eyes. “I wanted to see you….I know I should have called” She couldn’t help but smile back, “I was wondering if you could join me for dinner.” A blush crept up on her cheeks.

@citizenstarlight gets Halsin

Firefighting was dirty work some days, and right now all Halsin wanted was to get a shower ... bt it would seem life had other things in mind. In the middle of cleaning the hose, he had just finished and was getting ready to roll it back up when he heard the sound of another calling his name. Hazel eyes look up to see Annie standing there, looking as pretty as a sunflower... and naturally Halsin cant help bt smile at her arrival. "Annie! What a pleasure," he greets, standing from the backbreaking work he had been doing. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

[amuromi]

★ ₊ ⊹ ⋆˙ ┈ 𝐈𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐎 X ᶠ!ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ

✦ ⋆˙ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ┈ 5.0k

✦ ⋆˙ 𝐀!𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ┈ I think it’s fun that Gege said Shoko cheated her way into her doctor’s license.

✮ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 & 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!! ✮

✦ ⋆˙ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ┈ NSFW! unestablished relationship (fwb-ish), pet names (baby), sleepy sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering

The buzzing of fluorescents and the whirring of an overworked laptop fill the frigid air of the examination room. Everything is cold, sterile. Severe chrome and polished tile void of anything that might disrupt the uniformity of it all. Not a scratch on the metal tables or a chip in the pale blue tiling. Even the light is carved into strict form, beams of glaring light bearing down from the ceilings in rings of blinding white. Glass jars and plastic boxes line the counters and the only break from the monotony is the staggered dripping of the leaky faucet but even that has gained an almost rhythmic pattern after listening to it for so long. The truest break from the carefully curated environment is Shoko. 

She interrupts the room like a flower blooming in a desert, something lovely standing alone in a featureless wasteland. She’s sitting too close to her laptop screen, bluish light carving out the contours of her face in harsh monotones. The shadows beneath her eyes stand out, deep bruises staining her pale skin. A cigarette sits between her lips, unlit and stained pinkish at the filter from her lip tint. The same color is printed on the straw of her drink that sits precariously close to her computer. It’s old, not worth saving if it gets doused in whatever caffeine-laden drink she’s sipping, but it would surely ruin her night. She hasn’t saved anything in awhile and you’ve been watching her for the better part of an hour according to the steady ticking of the clock mounted on the wall. It’s creeping close to midnight and your body is starting to ache from being perched at the edge of the examination table for so long. 

An arrhythmic clicking disrupts the metronome of the silence; the clock, the sink, as Shoko pauses in her scrolling to finally type something out. She’s been hunched over this essay for longer than you’ve been watching her, reading and rereading the same lines of text as if she was worried she’d accidentally added a paragraph about the lifecycle of a goldfish into her lengthy thesis about human anatomy. It was something she was well versed in given her medical inclination. It was what best suited her as a reverse cursed technique user. So few existed in the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu Tech and even if Shoko wasn’t going through the exact proceedings to achieve her doctorate, she was meticulous about the classes and examinations she needed to take. Something about nepotism and forgery had gotten her foot in the door and now she was two years into her higher education and only a few months short of the national exam. There was no doubt in your mind that she’d pass with flying colors so it made it all the more frustrating that she was ignoring you in service of her exam preparations.

It had been three days since you’d last seen Shoko and at least twenty-four hours since she’d so much as sent you a text. It was blind desperation that led you here after another call went unanswered for the third time today. She was exactly where you’d expected. There was no worry of infidelity, yet it still felt strange to be so thoroughly ignored. She was a busy woman but hearing her answering machine drone at you for the third time had knocked something gnawingly desperate loose in your head. So here you sat, like a dog waiting for a treat, watching her work on an essay. The edge of the table was bruising the back of your thighs and your back aches from keeping such a rigid posture. All this and she’d barely even glanced up at you when the door opened. Your eyes slip away from her towards her drink. 

There’s a feline urge to knock it over because surely that would get her attention. It would disrupt her environment to suddenly have her drink dripping off the edge of the table, but then she’d probably be annoyed with you, and you’d surely have to clean up the mess yourself. The thought of sticky hands and cold tile digging into your knees kept your hand from tipping as you reached over to grab the can. The straw was a silly quirk likely borne of her oral fixation–the same reason she’d kept a cigarette in her mouth this whole time–but it fit nicely between your lips, and you could feel the tacky spot where her lips had been as you left your own pink print on the straw. It was as close as you’d gotten to kissing her in a long time. 

She’d call you spoiled if she could read your mind, and you’re glad she can’t because you likely would’ve been sent away the moment you’d poked your head in the room looking to seduce her away from her work. You’d gone through extra effort to look nice before coming to see her. Your hair was styled and your makeup done, clothes smoothed of any wrinkles and in the colors she said you looked nicest in. Desperation oozed from you in thick waves and Shoko still couldn’t spare you a passing glance. The clock ticked by another minute. It had been your hope to get her out of her cold little cell before midnight but that plan was crumbling quicker with each passing moment. She’s gone back to scrolling, fingers stroking against the touch pad. It makes your legs shift, thighs squeezing at all the thoughts her endless scrolling conjured. 

It’s seventeen minutes past midnight by the time Shoko sits back in her seat, her chair squeaking at the sudden shift in weight. She stretches her arms and her shirt rides up the slightest bit. Just under the raised hem you can see a slash of skin and you have to swallow a mouthful of spit. She groans as her back cracks and you cross your legs. The break is fleeting because she goes back to typing, but it seems more purposeful. From the angle you’re at, perched next to her laptop because you thought that would be the easiest way to get her attention, you can’t clearly make out the size twelve font, but you like to imagine that every word is articulate and insightful; a perfect thesis paper. And even if it isn’t, she’s made it this far without going through the proper channels. It wouldn’t be so hard to forge her credentials to get her into the exam. She could pass it even without all the expected years of education. She was far more intimate with anatomy, both human and otherwise, than anyone her age had any right to be. It was your hope that she’d come out of her academic stupor to reacquaint herself with your anatomy. Sooner rather than later. But you wouldn’t pout and you wouldn’t whine because she didn’t like that. Gojo is the only one she’ll tolerate acting like that, and their bond is different than what you have with her. 

Girlfriend is far too charitable though you’d like to have such a formal label. You’re a girl that’s a friend at best. One she has wrapped around her pretty little finger. She starts scrolling again. You take another longing sip of her drink. It’s gone flat and tastes like cough syrup but you can feel the buzz of caffeine starting up just from those few sips. Whatever is in the can is going to leave you wired and you hate to think Shoko’s been downing energy drinks in lieu of sleeping. A thousand questions perch at the tip of your tongue; are you almost done, when was the last time you slept? You’d like to ask but it would disturb the clinical symphony of the room and you’d hate to shatter her concentration and further prolong your wait. So you sit in obedient silence wondering why you’ve bothered to wait this long in the first place. 

Shoko hasn’t so much as spared you a glance since her first brief look when you came tip toeing in. Her gaze remains glued on the screen of her laptop, a grayish square reflected bright in her brown eyes. Her lashes flicker as she reads through the lines of text and you try to find something else to focus on. Something that isn’t Shoko’s big brown eyes, or that pretty little mole high on her cheek, or her graceful fingers skating over the keyboard. Instead you focus your eyes on your nails. Freshly done in a purple so pale it’s almost white; the same color you heard Shoko compliment Utahime on a few weeks ago. It’s pretty but as you watch the light dance off the pastel polish, you realize it’s unlikely that Shoko will even notice. 

Another drop of water hits the sink basin and you consider getting up to leave. Shoko hasn’t acknowledged your existence in her space as a positive or negative and the neutrality of her ignorance is starting to grate on your pride. Slowly, you start to descend from the high top table, but before your feet can hit the ground a hand is catching your thigh, keeping you perched on the edge of the table. Shoko doesn’t look up from the screen but her hand is now resting imploringly on your leg. She can’t be bothered to look at you or tell you not to go but her touch will have to be enough. You readjust yourself, scooting back onto the hightop. Her hand brushes mindlessly over your skin, drifting high enough that her fingers drift under the hem of your skirt. The same skirt you’d bought on her recommendation during a trip to the mall. 

“Almost done,” she mumbled so low that you would’ve missed it if you weren’t already staring at her. Her lips barely part around the words and she sounds utterly exhausted. Shoko always seems to have everything together despite always looking like she’s fighting to stay conscious with every blink. Her eyes have gone glossy as though she isn’t paying attention to anything in front of her but her hands don’t stop. Not where she’s scrolling through her essay and not where she’s thumbing circles against your thigh. A few more swipes of her finger and she reaches the final line of the document. Her hand leaves your leg long enough to hit save and close her laptop. The chair squeaks beneath her weight as she finally leans away from the desk, tired eyes pointed towards the ceiling. White light dances across her dark gaze before her lashes flutter closed with a sigh. She gives your leg a gentle pat before pushing away from the desk with a discordant scrape of her chair. It interrupts the monotony that had settled over the room but the disturbance is welcome as Shoko goes about packing up her things. She shoulders her bag and holds out her hand to help you down from the table. 

“Let’s go,” she hums, brushing her thumb across the back of your hand as she leads you out of the examination room. The halls of the school are dimmed and quiet so late into the evening. The sound of your footfalls echo through the emptiness, preceding your arrival just enough for Ijichi to parse who’s approaching. The door to his office is open, spilling white light into the darkness and he cuts through the glowing haze like a towering tree, a willowy silhouette against the bright light. 

“Done for the night?” He asks. Shoko hums, prompting Ijichi to tidy up his office. The jingling of his keys leads the way outside. It isn’t so late that the trains have stopped running but Shoko seems close to falling asleep where she stands and she’d likely only be made more irritable after commuting home on public transit. Ijichi is a blessed pillar of Jujutsu Tech staff, always willing to act as chauffeur for the most minor trips. He knows the way to Shoko’s apartment without the assistance of a GPS and he doesn’t seem to spare a thought to consider if you want to be ferried back to your own apartment. You don’t but an embarrassed flush blooms warm across your cheeks as you realize no one takes any time to consider that you won’t always be where Shoko is anymore. Truthfully, you could’ve gone home hours ago, but you stayed to keep Shoko company, clinging to her like a puppy. 

“Here we are,” Ijichi says as he pulls up in front of Shoko’s building. “Do you need any further assistance?” It’s so formal, though that’s just how Ijichi is when he’s on the clock. You’ve only seen him lose his staunch manners once when Gojo insisted all of you go out to celebrate one thing or another. Instead of poking fun at his civility you thank him for the ride and usher Shoko out of the car. Ijichi waits until you’re inside the building before pulling off. 

In the comfort of her own home, Shoko seems to be a bit renewed. The fatigue still lingers in the way her movements lack the usual precision that must come with the medical training. A hair’s breadth of error in her movement might spell disaster in an examination room but here, she’s free to be less exact. She takes her shoes off at the door and kicks them to the side rather than lining them up neatly against the wall. Her bag is dropped on the couch, nearly spilling over with how she tossed it. There’s a laziness that belies her exhaustion but it seems like the last dregs of her energy drink are still simmering in her system as she deposits you next to her bag, pushing you to sit with a hand on your shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. 

When she returns, she sets a plate of fruit on the coffee table before padding off to the balcony. No matter how tired, Shoko has never been one to smoke indoors. The scent of the cigarettes might linger in her hair and clothes but her apartment always smells like vanilla and jasmine, courtesy of her favorite scented candles. She leaves the sliding door half open as she leans against the bannister and you decide that she deserves this small moment of peace. Though you haven’t really done much to disturb her in the last hour or so, you suspect she could use a moment of solitude to decompress from the stresses and strains of academia. Instead of following her past the billowing curtains you busy yourself with the tray of fruit, wetting your fingers with pineapple and watermelon. 

Shoko joins you after a while and you nearly melt as she sits close beside you, wiping away a smear of juice at the corner of your mouth. Your thanks gets caught in your throat as she pops her thumb between her lips. If she takes note of your shock, Shoko doesn’t mention it. Instead she turns on some mind numbing period piece and sags into the couch. Exhaustion catches up with her quickly and she falls asleep somewhere at the midpoint of the film, lips parted around kittenish snores. She’s easy enough to carry on account of your combat training. She curls up in your arms, shifting until her nose is pressed against your neck and you stifle a yelp at how cold she is. She’s half lucid as you set her at the foot of the bed, moving her limbs with wooden fluidity as you strip her out of her clothes before tucking her in. There’s just enough consciousness left in her to remind you to come to bed when the movie is over. You’re not particularly interested enough to see how it ends but you do go through the motions of winding down for the night as the movie plays softly in the background. The dishes are washed and the doors and windows locked. By the time you’re yawning yourself the credits are rolling. 

Shoko rouses the moment you slip beneath the sheets, rolling over to wrap herself around you. Her breath is slow and steady against your neck as she tucks her nose behind your ear and sighs. That’s all you expect from her, arm tossed loosely over your waist as she falls back to sleep, but then her hand begins to move. Subtle at first as she traces her fingertips over your stomach through your shirt, then more purposeful as she dips beneath the fabric to tease at your bare skin. Her hand trails higher, taking your shirt with it until it’s crumpled beneath your chin, your breasts bared to the cool air of her bedroom. Her eyes are half lidded and dark in the dim ambiance, lit only by the grayish glow filtering through the curtains. It highlights the broadest strokes of her face as she lazily climbs over you, blanket pooling around her hips as she settles in your lap. The curve of her cheekbones and slope of her nose all glow silver as her hair slips over her shoulders in a tousled waterfall. Her hands have just the slightest chill as she traces her hands up the ladder of your ribs to cup your chest in her palms. Your nipples perk against the softness of her skin, pressing into the gentle touch as she traces her thumbs over the stiffening buds. 

“You should sleep,” you tell her, hand stroking over the length of her arm. 

“I will,” she promises, “after.” She’s been asleep for at least an hour and it showed in her voice, sultry and graveled as she leaned down to press hot kisses over your neck. Her tongue finds the shape of your collarbone, tracing the sloping imprint before slipping lower to wrap her lips around your nipple. 

“I wanted to do this the moment you walked into the exam room.” She confesses. Her words ghost breathy and ticklish across your skin as she slinks lower, leaving wet imprints of her lips against your stomach. She noses against the waistband of your pants, taking her time to pull them down. With each newly exposed inch she presses a kiss against your skin, stopping only to leave a more lasting mark. Your pants are shucked to the floor as Shoko replaces the lost warmth with her body laid between your legs. Her teeth and tongue leave marks against the soft skin of your thighs as she works her way back up your body. She leaves a burning kiss beneath your navel, then higher and higher until her lips are sealing over yours. 

Her legs cage one of yours as she steals the breath from your lungs, tongue dancing over yours as she lowers her hips with purpose. With a shift of her weight, Shoko presses her thigh flush between your legs and your hips move to meet her. Each roll of your hips is like the strike of a flint that sparks but refuses to catch fire. Shoko isn’t much better as she whines pitifully, rocking hard against you with little relief. The sound of your desperate mewls turns to groans of frustration, both of you too desperate for the full shocks of pleasure to stop long enough to shed the rest of your clothes. Shoko decides on a compromise.  

“Here,” Shoko pants, detangling one of your fists from the wrinkled sheets to slide it beneath the waistband of her pants. The warmth is immediate as you slip your fingers lower until they’re enveloped in the wet heat that’s gathered between her legs. Her thigh presses harder against your pussy, pace stuttering as you circle your fingers over her clit. It’s wet and clumsy as she grinds against your fingers. Her whole body trembles as she sits up to toss aside her shirt, hands immediately cupping her chest. Her breasts spill between her fingers as she pinches at her nipples. Between her soft exhales she whines something that sounds like “inside.” Her eyes are half lidded, lashes fluttering as her eyes roll back the second your fingers slip inside her. 

“That feel good, baby?” You ask, gripping her waist as she rides your fingers. She’s nodding, whining a thick deluge of praise between each shallow breath. 

“Feels so good,” she sighs. Her fingers that are usually so dexterous suddenly feel clumsy as she brushes her fingertips over the seam of your lips, chuffing out a soft laugh when your mouth opens to taste her skin. There’s the lingering taste of the fruit she ate earlier spreading sweetly over your tongue as you bit softly at her fingers. And when she pulls away a mess of drool dribbles down your chin and drips onto your chest as she circles her wet fingers over her nipple, hips stuttering as she shivers from the air caressing her wet skin. You can feel the goosebumps raising as you thumb at her trembling stomach, feeling the muscles shift beneath her skin as she fucks herself on your fingers. Her clit twitches under the pad of your thumb as you curve your fingers inside her. She comes with a long whine, head tossed back as she grinds hard against your hand. Her pants are soaked through when you pull your hand out, patting her pussy through the sodden fabric. Shoko shrinks away from the feeling, falling back to the mattress with a satisfied huff. 

In the muted light you can’t see the soft flush you know is coloring her cheeks, but she looks beautiful all the same. Hair fanned out around her head and stuck to the sheen of sweat shining on her forehead. Her lips are glossy and parted as she tries to catch her breath. You pat her hip with your wet hand, unbothered by the mess. 

“You done?” Shoko shakes her head and rolls onto her back, legs untwining from yours as she moves to shove her pants down her thighs. Her panties are so soaked they’re nearly transparent, sticking to every contour of her pussy. Shoko cringes at the slick sound it makes as she peels off her underwear, kicking them to the edge of the bed. 

“You too.” She’s shaky as she pushes herself up to pull down your pants, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your underwear. She gets them halfway down your thighs before her hand is tucking between your legs. She kisses you gently, murmuring “good job, baby,” as she tosses your panties aside. 

“On your back, baby.” She’s regaining some semblance of control as she guides you to lay back against the pillows. The warmth of her body still lingers in the sheets as they brush against your bare skin, but Shoko’s hands are still cold as she maneuvers your body with ease. She can pluck each muscle of your body like a string and she’s always careful of how she moves you. Never stretching too far to strain or pulling so hard it hurts. She straddles one of your legs then lifts the other, wrapping it around her hips until she can get close enough to meet you in the middle.  

Shoko pauses for a moment and you try to catch your breath, taking in the feeling of her cunt pressed against yours. Then, the air conditioning kicks back on with a gust of glacial air and Shoko shivers. The short burst of a movement drags her swollen clit against yours and you keen, falling flat on your back and bucking to recreate the feeling. It’s an awkward dance at first; she’s hot and wet against you, arousal dripping down your thighs to stain the sheets, but you need her just there and she’s rushing to meet you halfway. After another moment of erratic pleasure Shoko leans back on one arm and reaches for your leg with the other. She lifts it off her waist, pulling it over her shoulder until you can feel her shortened breaths ghosting across your skin. 

Her swollen lips are whispering frantic words against your ankle that you can’t decipher, mind too lost in ecstasy to register anything past the feeling of her pussy kissing yours. Locked in the moment, Shoko pushes herself up to lean more of her weight on you. A wanton moan falls from your lips as she grinds down on you. She rest her hand against your chest, thumbing over your nipple as she fucks you into the mattress. You revel in her lack of control as her praises turn to unintelligible slurs, knowing you were the one to turn her composure to ash. She smacks her hand over yours, strengthening your grip as your hands grasp desperately at her hip. The weight of her flesh spills between your fingers as your nails bite crescent shapes into the plush of her hips. 

“Closer, want you closer.” She pants, falling forward and taking your leg with her. It leaves you utterly exposed to her as she ruts drunkenly against you. The sounds coming from between your bodies is sinful, loud and wet as the slick sound of skin on skin. “Fuck, such a good girl.” Shoko praises and you feel how the words pool low in your stomach, heat gathering at the base of your spine as the sweet words start to tumble from her lips with reckless abandon. 

“Always so good for me, so patient–fuck! Sitting so pretty waiting for me, baby. Thank you for waiting.” Heat gathers between her bodies as she balances on her forearm, letting your leg off her shoulder to join the other knocking around her ribs as she cages you to the bed between her thighs. She has you curled up, only half balance on the bed as she holds your hips off the mattress. 

“Feels so good, m’not gonna last.” She whines. “I’m so close.” She cums hard, all shivers and stuttering breaths as pleasure seizes through her body. She’s shaking yet still desperate as she fucks herself through it, using your body for her own satisfaction. Sweat pastes the two of you together when she finally comes down, body going limp as she falls against your chest. It’s hot and sticky as Shoko nuzzles against your neck, pressing wet kisses against your racing pulse. Your own orgasm was lost somewhere in the fray, simmering just under the surface as Shoko cuddles against your chest. She’s so close that you can feel her heartbeat against yours, the quick fluttering slowing to a steady thump as your hands play in her hair. When her breaths start to shallow you wonder if she’s fallen asleep. It wouldn’t be a surprise. The day was long and exhausting, and she’d already been asleep when you joined her in bed. But after a few more beats of silence, Shoko sits up and reaches towards the nightstand. You expect her to grab the half empty water bottle sitting there but instead she finds a hair tie. There’s a look of sultry determination on her face as she pulls her hair back into a messy bun. 

“Your turn, baby.” Shoko has never been one to leave you high and dry, and she clearly isn’t going to start tonight. You can hear the lethargy dripping from her tone but it doesn’t douse the flames of desire still burning in her eyes. She presses a kiss to your parted lips. One, then another, before working her way down your body. She licks at the marks blooming over your through and the sore peaks of your nipples, down the heaving expanse of your chest to kiss just below your navel before her head settles between your thighs. 

“You don’t have to.” The words are full of worry. Far more concerned with her health than your own pleasure. Shoko clicks her tongue and mumbles something about “want to,” as she pulls your thighs over her shoulders. 

Her eyes trail from the sopping mess between your legs up to your eyes and back down again. Your entire body jumps as she drags the pad of her thumb over your pussy, rubbing at your throbbing bud. Her tongue cleans the mess from her finger before she presses her head between the heat of your thighs. Her tongue spreads your folds as she licks up the length of your slit, gathering the cocktail of your joiner arousal on your tongue. As she flicks at her clit, you whimper, head falling back against the pillows. Your ruined orgasm roars back to life, heat flooding your body as Shoko groans against your cunt. The feeling shoots up your spine as your thighs start to shake. 

The sound of your voice is almost pitiful as you cry out her name, bucking against her face. Shoko lets you, flattening her tongue as you set the pace, desperately chasing your high. You come hard, shuddering under her hands as you curl in on yourself, barely lucid enough to miss catching her cheek with your knee. The hand that isn’t searching for hers dives between your legs, wrist trapped between clenched thighs as you desperately curl your fingers inside yourself. Shoko watches you fuck yourself through it before pulling your hand away to suck your soaked fingers into her mouth. When she’s satisfied that she cleaned the taste of your cum off your fingers, she kisses your palm. 

Shoko looks to be on the cusp of passing out as you slip out from under her. Cleanup is only a few swipes of a damp washcloth. She lets you maneuver her limp body so you can wipe away the sweat and slick, and you’re able to get a few swigs of lukewarm water into her before Shoko is fully checked out. Her last half conscious act is tossing her loose limbs across your naked body to pull you closer. Her skin is damp from your haphazard wipe down but you don’t have it in you to care as she tucks her nose into the curve of your jaw, humming compliments as you both dip between sleep and wakefulness. Shoko is barely coherent enough to form a sentence but she slurs it out anyway before trailing off into a soft snore. A promise to make it up to you in the morning when she’s more properly rested. 

[agonydefying]

Black Rock Shooter RP blog

hi uuuuuhhh it's kris back with another fucking 2am impulse blog

this one's for my girl black rock shooter... from black rock shooter. specifically the 2012 anime verse, about 13-15 years after canon.

sideblog to @djsangos so i'll follow back from there

same rules as all my other blogs apply, 18+ only, no personals, you get the gist

i get fucking lazier and lazier with every pinned post but can you blame me? i do this shit too fucking often lmao

ooc/rules carrd

stats below cut:

did a toon me picrew of my own interpretation of her design until i feel like actualy drawing one, whenever that is, so here's this for now:

it's fucking impossible to get her asymmetrical twintails with any fucking picrew man i'm doing my best

This blog takes place about 13-15 years after the ending of the 2012 anime. Run as if BRS is the one running the blog, all posts should be assumed to be in-character unless preceded with “//”, tagged “#ooc”, or otherwise stated.

Name: Black★Rock Shooter

Nickname/s: BRS, or, alternatively, “Rock.”

Age: about 27-ish

Pronouns: she/her

RELATIONSHIPS

Mato Kuroi: Human counterpart

Dead Master (Yomi Takanashi’s other self): they have a… situationship?

The other… other selves: Acquaintances, adversaries, friends. All those words mean the same thing in the Hollow World.

LAST SEEN ON B★RS..

(Note: some of this is canon, some is headcanon extrapolated from canon, and some is just straight headcanon)

True to her promise, BRS continues to bear Mato’s pain and fight for her sake in the Hollow World, though their situation isn’t as dire as it once was. In her adolescence, Mato’s continued repression and ignorance of her pain and grief meant that it was all pushed onto BRS to bear, causing her to become progressively more powerful and ruthless, indiscriminately slaughtering other selves, freeing them and their human counterparts from the pain they bore… and the memories of said pain. This all reached a head when Mato, determined to save Yomi from her own pain, fused with BRS in the Hollow World to stop her from killing Dead Master… but she was too late. Seeing Dead Master as Yomi, impaled on BRS’s blade, Mato couldn’t take that pain, and the trauma it caused pushed BRS over the edge, driving her insane and transforming her into something overpowered and nigh-invincible. At Mato’s declaration that she wanted to feel pain, she promised she’d show her just that, beating her counterpart to a pulp until Mato, realizing that she really couldn’t make it through life without hurting anyone herself, finally fought back, snapping BRS out of her frenzy. With Mato’s friends’ other selves having been revived, restoring their memories, the two part ways, with BRS telling Mato that she fights for her because she loves her.

Now, in adulthood, Mato does her best not to run from her pain, to let herself feel it and deal with it. This doesn’t leave BRS out of a job, however, and she dutifully fights for Mato’s sake as she always has, in the endless battlefield of the Hollow World. But it’s safe to say that both of them are at least a bit healthier due to Mato’s efforts.

Mato herself is now a professional basketball player, turning what was once her hobby into a career. She still remains close with her friends, and is dating Yomi, though her travels for games mean she’s not always able to spend as much time with everyone as she’d like.

Though the majority of BRS’s interactions with her fellow other selves involve violence, there isn’t necessarily any hatred in their battles. They’re generally able to have civil conversations whenever they’re not trying to rip each other’s heads off. They’re friends. Probably.

BRS sees glimpses of Mato’s life in her dreams, just as Mato sees BRS in hers. A literal world apart, they don’t see much of each other otherwise, but that doesn’t mean either of their love for their counterpart has waned.

anyway that’s where i’m calling this it’s 2am bye

[sillysillyshadowmilkcookie]

Verses

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A place to hold different versions of Shadow Milk that I can write! You can request any one.

You can also request general AUs like human, other fandoms, etc.! Just DM me to talk about it.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Shadow Milk Cookie

Enter the stage: Shadow Milk Cookie! A Cookie born for one purpose; to spread Deceit across the land! Baked with an almost limitless supply of Life Powder held within his Soul Jam, he's cocky, manipulative, and dramatic. As self-appointed leader of the Beasts, he takes his role in "leading" seriously; even if it's just a basic Cookie he found on the side of the road. After all, tricks and lies are just the best when shared with puppets and dolls.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ "Redeemed" Shadow Milk Cookie

After a couple of years moping about, roaming, and general chaotic deeds - he's finally settled down. At least, just a bit. No longer interested in deadly plays or violent acts, he finds most of his entertainment in simpler pranks and political ploys. If everyone's crumbled and gone, then he can't have his fun y'know~! Spending most of his time near the Vanilla Kingdom or at his Spire, he's living a more lax life now. Word is that he's even trying to kickstart a kingdom in Beast-Yeast! That might not be a good idea...

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ The Fount of Knowledge

The Fount of Knowledge, the Cookie baked with unfathomable possibilities as a being sent straight from the Witches to help teach the Cookies and guide them to Enlightenment. At least, that was their purpose. They've amassed a large following, amassed wealth and achieved prosperity for their Cookies. Yet, despite all of this, they feel unfulfilled with their life. Combined with a damning future as foretold by his readings.. the Fount of Knowledge fears they might be drying up soon.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓☽.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Shadow Milk Cookie [MLC]

Enter the stage: Shadow Milk Cookie... again?! This version of Shadow Milk Cookie's been not-so-consensually dragged between time and space. Ending up in a realm with clones of himself and others, it's hard to tell right from wrong! He'd be all for the confusion and dismay.. if it wasn't him that Cookies were misunderstanding! Besides, now there's a bunch of his enemies running around too! He's determined to reclaim his throne as the Beast of Deceit - and, as the undisputed puppeteer of this place. Multiple clones of him or not! He's the one whose coming out on top - the rest are just his playthings and how dare they think otherwise.

This is specifically for a large multi-blog group rp, but others can interact with this version outside of it. Just a Shadow Milk Cookie whose been torn across time.

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[miramiravictories]

“Your first mistake was believing...you were enough.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ 10+ Years of Role-play EXP

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Multiverse, Multi-muse, Multi-ship, Poly-ship, Semi-selective

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Dubiously Fandom-less, Original Character-focused Blog — 2025 Edition

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Mun & Muses are 18+ unless specified otherwise

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Impulsive, Casually Raunchy/Suggestive, Yuri-leaning, Power-scaling Fanatic

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Prefers to write short passages, but dabbles in novella-like threads at times

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Discord is available for RP/Discussion, but I barely try to converse otherwise

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ I am fairly versed in Dragon Ball and inspired by Naruto, Bleach & Ranma 1/2

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ This blog prioritizes the story of Mirai and her conquest towards overcoming the self

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Notably, there are re-imagined characters from Mirai's varied pasts that may appear

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Do Note — MachiMachiLegends is my Primary Alt. RP Blog that I may follow from

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ My Side RP Blogs are MachiMachiSensations (EXPLICIT) & Chubu-League-HQ

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ And My Quasi-personal Icon Blog is MachiMachiIcons, which is primarily SFW

Beyond infinity’s spiral lies the eternal embrace of the absolute and imaginary—contradicting forces and the transcendental spirit that wages war with itself. The a-causal and auto-potent world that casts a light on the potential miracles both unseen yet foretold, inspiring many to inadvertently shadow countless like-minded souls in their shadow as they chase their predisposed destinies—if not forge one of their very own. The very potential of creation itself lies within the willingness to act and the culmination of their efforts. For as long as there are those seek-out change, even if their body were to expire, their very ideals shall inevitably reshape the very nature of the world itself—win or lose. Whether the outcome was to their liking was another matter altogether. After all, not all miracles born are intrinsically deemed good: Cue the miracle of life, and what it even means to live when confronted with the absolute paradox. How one opts to respond will effectively decide how they value the very life they hold and others’ by extension—if left untended.

Who in the world is Mirai Magnolia, for real?

Occupation(s): Martial Artist, Swords-woman, Sorceress, Witch, Blacksmith, Archivist Affinity: Fire Height: 5′8″ in. without heels Date of Birth: Aug. 15th, Age XXX757 — During the “Silent Period” to Time Travelers Species: Earthling, Magi, Human(?) Nationality: Ultima Affiliations: Team Ignominy, Team Absolution, The Pendulum Guild Gender: Female Voice: Kayli Mills & Eri Kitamura as Keqing Title(s): Rogue of the Pendulum Guild, The Black Witch, Universe 8's Lost Champion

The strongest magi—a witch who made her initial claim at the top by adding the elusive World-ending Sphere in her repertoire of spells—can virtually destroy anything in an instant.

Despite this, she has dramatically honed her abilities over the years and acquired a fighting spirit, so much so her status as a witch has constantly been put into question the more she refrains from inflicting curses and dabbles in more honest forms of ruination.

Her only save for grace being the sadism she unleashes against those she seeks to subjugate, allure, kill and destroy.

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ “What kind of music is this? I've never heard it before."

mini - starter call. ★  samuel ( @stringmastery )

[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️|Hobie Brown

★Hobie Brown x Black fem OC

★Content: Smut, swearing, romance, slight fluff. Hobie rockstar. Pav, Gwen and Miles in a band. Miguel, Jessica and Peter B.

★Before reading: Does not take place in the spider verse theme. Spider verse theme is not included, just humans.

★A/N: My first ever post. Originally was posted on Wattpad.

—Synopsis: Lead singer and guitarist of one of the most well known punk-rock bands, has his eye on a particular girl after a one night stand.

–intro.

HOBART "HOBIE" BROWN as himself. [21]

Lead guitarist, singer of "Punk's not Dead". Hates the AM, Hates the PM, hates labels, fascists, nazis, capitalism and racists. Doesn't believe in consistency. Has his own movement. Pavitr's best friend. British af.

MILES MORALES as himself [19]

Bass guitarist of "Punk's not Dead".  Has a huge crush on Gwen and backs out every time he has the chance to tell her. Designs everything for the band. Helps Peter out with Mayday every chance he gets. A college student.

Gwendolyne "Gwen" Stacy as herself [19]

Rhythm guitarist and vocalist of "Punk's not Dead" and used to be the drummer. Has a huge crush on Miles, but doesn't know how to tell him. Quit the band twice because of her feelings for Miles. Works at Pavitr's café. A college student.

Pavitr  "Pav" Prabhakar as himself [20]

Drummer of "Punk's not Dead". Knows Gwen and Miles like each other. Hobie's best friend, and tries to push Hobie to go on dates. Owns a café.

Miguel O'Hara as himself [30]

Manager of "Punk's not Dead". Hasn't been the same since his wife died, leaving him a single father to a 12 year old daughter. Has serious anger issues. Jessica and Peter are his closest friends.

Jessica "Jess" Drew as herself [30]

Assistant manager of  "Punk's not Dead". Almost always agrees with Miguel. Sees the band members as her own. Married and expecting a baby with her husband.

Peter B. Parker as himself [30]

Lecturer. Happily married a new father to MayDay. Always has been there for Miguel. Sees the band members, especially Miles as his own.

SASHA BARNES [20]

Works at a record store. Crushing on a guy in her lecture. Hanna is her best friend. Enjoys listening to all genres of music.

HANNA LLOYD [21]

Loves fashion, makes her own clothes and has her own online fashion boutique. Dresses up Sasha every chance she gets. Sasha is her best friend and she loves hearing her talk about her crush.

Next part:–one.

[sayonaradumbass]

LIVIO (TR*GUN MAXIMUM)

Name: Livio the Doublefang (and Razlo the Tri-Punisher) Age: Late teens, early 20s Gender: Male Physical description: a huge blonde with a tattoo on one side of his face Likes: relaxing, working out and training, helping other people out, exploring Dislikes: Cults (tm), oppression (tm), bullies Hobbies: apparently ponchos now

★★★ ★ ★ —  strength

★★★★ ★  —  offense

★★★ ★ ★  —  defense

★★★ ★ ★  —  speed

★★★★★  —  durability

★★★ ★ ★  —  accuracy

★★★★ ★  —  agility

★★★ ★ ★  —  stamina

★★ ☆ ☆ ☆  —  teamwork

★★★ ★ ☆  —  stealth  

★★★ ★ ★  —  close combat

★★☆☆☆  —  bladed weapons ( swords, dagger/s )

★★★☆☆  —  blunt weapons ( club/s, staff/s )  

★★ ☆ ☆ ☆  —  ranged weapons ( archery, gun/s )

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ —  superpowers / abilities

★★★☆☆  —  traps/setups

★★ ☆ ☆☆  —  medic

verses I'm fine with toying with: during the eye of michael days, post Wolfwood beating his ass and leaving him to find out how to live his life, all kinds of aus etc. Razlo and Livio will be switching between each other (in stress, or if post!manga, they'll do it willingly) etc.

MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, MURDER, ANIMAL DEATH

Personality:

Livio’s always been an emotional guy. It’s in the nickname he’s affectionately called (Crybaby Livio), it’s in the stark black tattoo that stands out with every rush of rage on his face. He started out as a scared little boy, one who wasn’t taken care of by his parents. With his father instilling fear and pain within him, and his mother, seeming indifferent, Livio grew up frightened and hurt and alone. (But he wasn’t really alone. We’ll get to that part in a bit, though) Despite the tragedy that happened after that, and the loneliness far after, deep down Livio grew up to save kindness within his heart. He worked as hard as he could to be useful to the organization (cult) called the Eye of Michael, to make his master, his teacher, proud. Even when it meant killing people. (and it always meant killing people). You’d think he was cold and cruel–Not unncessarily. He doesn’t lavish in the kill. When he and Master C, his master, and their goons from the EOM go after Wolfwood for his betrayal, go after what he holds dear, (the orphanage they both lived in at one time) Livio didn’t hurt any of the children or staff. And when one of the other goons moved to do just that, Livio took out that goon first. To Livio at that time, despite what he’d grown to be, he still felt a sentimentality for the orphanage, for their children. (kids are a liiiitttle annoying to him at this point) Similarily, there were multiple times he could have gone for the death blow during his and Wolfwood’s fight, but he refrained, almost disappointed it couldn’t go on, hesitant to end the life of the person he once called a friend. And then, stunningly, Livio accepted his fate. Took control of himself from his alter Razlo, to spare Wolfwood’s life. To awknowledge the pain Razlo was put through to protect him.

Basically it was all over when his master betrayed him (broke his heart!!!)  tried to kill him along with Wolfwood. And Wolfwood eventually died, leaving him with a gaping hole in his heart, and a grief so great it could blow him over if he lets it. But despite what happened to him, despite what he took part in (all the murder and betrayal) Livio didn’t give up once again. He is, more than anything, a survivor. He moves on with an eagerness to help Vash the Stampede save the planet No Man’s Land, to fight for the side of righteousness– he cannot ever make up for the lives he took, and the ones he ruined, but he is eager and ready to help make a difference– it’s what Wolfwood would have wanted, he tells himself. Not to mention Vash the Stampede, this powerful eldritch horror, this great man, killed someone to save him. How could he disrespect that? He won’t.

Okay, and then there’s Razlo: Surprise, if Livio isn’t cold and cruel, Razlo kind of can be. And he’s also a crybaby too! Razlo, Livio’s one and only alter, was created to protect himself from the cruel and painful abuse his father inflicted on him as a child. And subsequently murdered both parents. Every time, in the beginning, when Razlo rose to the surface it was to protect Livio from something that could harm him– parents? Murdered. A little puppy that was taking up all of Livio’s attention? Same thing. That last incident though made the other children distrust Livio. So they ran away from those feelings, and wound up in a much worse situation: the grown up world where there’s more violence and theft and cruelty.

Razlo made himself known then, during a time Livio was being beaten up by a group of men. Razlo was physically strong as well as mentally, and brutal– he establishes this immediately– stronger than Livio, that’s for sure, and that strength lures in the EOM pretty quick. Brash and headstrong and pretty crass, Razlo thinks he doesn’t need anyone. He just needs to be strong enough so no one can ever hurt Livio (him). As a child, a young boy, the EOM exploit him, and he eats it up eagerly to show them what he can do, but it’s when Master C (Chapel at that time) speaks up for him, prostrates himself to the higher ups in the organization to spare Razlo’s life, and injures himself, and tells him he’s needed– that doesn’t put a leash on Razlo, but that almost humanizes him even more. He isn’t just a wild untamed creature– Master C needs him. (and then betrays him horribly) (and then dies and breaks his heart)

(Also guess what? Razlo’s the strongest, but he’s the loneliest too. Livio might have enjoyed the love and comfort of the other children in the orphanage, of the other children, he enjoyed being a hero once– but Razlo had been feared. And mistrusted. He’s the loneliest of all)

Razlo knows he’s strong, stronger than Livio, and he knows its to protect him. He doesn’t necessarily call Livio weak, but he reminds his other self that it is because of the pain HE endured that Livio still survives. And that’s something Livio feels guilty about– he doesn’t hate Razlo, and Razlo doesn’t hate him– they need each other. Razlo can be antagonistic if crossed, but would at this point, especially during the last fight with Wolfwood, he only emerge when Livio is threatened with deathly, mortal harm. If he’s about to kick it.

After their master’s betrayal, and Livio’s change of heart, Razlo has one too. He reminds Livio during his fight with Elendira the Nail that Razlo is strong– and Livio is strong too. THEY are strong together. They come to a better agreement between each other, a better coexistence. Now, they both fight for the hope of the future of No Man’s Land, moving throughout it to help those in need, to help repair their planet.

[dojimakaichou]

the hour before a party starts (verse of your choosing!)

★. ―

They were all spread around the courtyard, busying themselves with the hobbies ( or co - conspirators among their siblings ) that amused them most. The girls clung fast to their older sister, Yayoi, who insisted on having a playful magic duel with her brother Edgar. Osamu was attempting to read at a small table, though his broad grin suggested that his attention was not entirely on the scroll laid out before him. Somehow, Hikari had procured tea and sweets. She was desperately attempting to force the eldest prince, Kazuya, to eat something ; as she said, he was far too ghost - like and skinny to impress any potential suitors at her lavish birthday party today. Kazuya, eager to become one with the stone wall behind him, looked away sheepishly.

Melissa smiled at the lot of them. Fine, strong children — and each obviously only half - human. On some, their father's draconic characteristics were more prevalent ( his sons, in particular, seemed to have larger teeth and fiercer appetites than their sisters ), but no one could doubt the unusual lineage of any of the princes and princesses of Solaris. With gleaming horns, bright eyes, and an incredible, captivating grace, there was no mistaking that the royal brood shared his blood.

He, the beast of innumerable names and years. The very same that now roared overhead, a mass of purple that briefly swallowed up the sun. Before Melissa could truly react, a plume of smoke crashed down around her, obscuring her vision. In the midst of it, something materialized, abruptly pulled from the sky ; a body, unnaturally warm and heavy, started to form in the space directly in front of her. Melissa allowed herself to be pulled into it. She trusted her almost second senses, gifted to her in the time she had shared with him. This was not a danger — merely her husband's solution to quickly shove his titanic self into a shape that could hold her and fit within this space.

Melissa instinctively nestled into what she thought was his chest and closed her eyes. Gradually, the muscle beneath her hands firmed. Breath filled this husk, gave it life, and snarled hair fell around its shoulders. It tickled the Queen's cheek.

"Eraesthyr," the dragon huffed, hands coming to Melissa's back.

With a light hum, her lashes fluttered open and she leaned her head away to look at him. The floating half - halo of raw amethyst hovering near his brow sparkled in the daylight. He gazed at her unblinkingly, reptilian eyes burning with a fire that would never be satisfied. Patches of coarse scales pooled at his throat and flowed along his shoulders. His natural aura — so full of potent spellcraft and old, old ferocity disguised as wisdom — swiftly covered the Queen. However, she was no afraid of it. Her husband's air was soothing to her, like to the tight embrace he bound her in.

"My love," Melissa murmured. "You could have flown longer, Daigo. The children are leaving to be dressed shortly, but our fittings are not for another hour."

With a rattling sigh, her beloved dragon kissed her forehead, mindful not to shift the crown braided into her hair. "I missed you," he confessed in a harsh whisper.

Melissa's heart swelled at that. She reached up and placed a palm to his cheek. Daigo nuzzled into it at once, inhaling her sweet scent greedily. His lips parted, allowing him to take in more of it, and a forked tongue grazed along the skin of her hand. Melissa curled her fingers, which allowed her nails to scratch slowly at the scales near his elongated ears. He had come before their family was swallowed up by the celebration simply to bask in her presence.

Twenty years ago, Melissa walked into his lair to offer herself as his bride ; even after all of this time, he still coveted her attention. It could perhaps be argued that his reliance on her grew greater every decade.

The Queen of Solaris turned her head to glance at their hatchlings, as he affectionately called them. "I believe I heard Lady Azumi call for you," she said brightly, voice pleasant but commanding. "Do behave, the lot of you. I have given her full permission to wrap you in the extra silk from your clothes and throw you into the lake if you do not."

Her fond teasing earned the senior royal a mix of laughter and grumbling. Their precious triplets giggled and scurried out first, murmuring in excitement about their new dresses. The rest followed at a leisurely pace. Kazuya mouthed his thanks as he went.

Melissa turned her honey - hued eyes back to her husband. "There," she said softly. "It is you and me, Daigo, and that is all."

The dragon growled out his gratitude, great frame seeming to sink for a moment. "Lay in the grass with me, treasure," he replied, voice heavy with his desire to have her for as long as he could. He drew her fingers to his bare sides. "Do not stop touching me."

Melissa pressed a fleeting kiss to the edge of his jaw, lips brushing over his scales. "Never," she breathed.

[pachekovisk]

AWARD SEASON #1

'Across the Spider-Verse' is one of the best superhero films ever made, maybe even the very best

(Annie Awards nominee, BAFTA longlist, and Oscars shortlist)

★★★★½ - excellent

After the absolutely amazing film that was 'Into the Spider-Verse' (2018), it is fair to say that the sequel had some big shoes to fill. But, at least in my opinion, it had no obligation to fill those shoes, so to speak.

For one, the first film had a storyline that was pretty much set and done at the end. It had room to expand the universe and characters, for sure, but it didn't have to do that. The conflict was pretty much resolved, and even with that (kinda) cliffhanger ending, it could've all just ended there.

What I mean to say is that, considering how incredibly good the first film was, the second one had no obligation to exist, let alone be just as good as the first. It also had no obligation to be better than the first one. It had no obligation to be much better. And it certainly had no obligation to be one of the best superhero films ever made, maybe even, dare I say, the very best of the genre.

So I am very glad to say that 'Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse' (2023) not only accomplishes all that, in some ways it surpassed all expectations I could ever have for a picture like this. In that way, it certainly deserves its place among films like 'The Dark Knight' (2008) and 'Avengers: Endgame' (2019), as one of the best superhero films out there.

'Across the Spider-Verse' once again proves that quote by Guillermo Del Toro -- "animation is not a genre, it's a medium" -- to be correct, in so many ways. I feel like a few years ago a lot of people kept repeating this quote without fully understanding it, and I think films like this one really help to show how true it really is.

You could try to make a film like this work in live action, but all that would do is limit everything to the boundaries of physical reality (and the always existing limitations of CGI in live action). The medium of animation allows for so much more creative liberty, exploring so many different genres, styles, and ways to tell a story. And I feel like both the Spider-Verse films use animation to its full potential in this sense. It uses animation to both create stories that could never be fully told in live action, and to enhance the emotional impact of the stories that possibly could.

Speaking of which, the animation in this film is stunning. Every shot better than the last. Just like the first film, the whole animation is based on a comic book æsthetic, that shifts and changes for each universe, each character, even with each emotion the characters are going through. My mouth was agape throughout almost every scene. The action, the pacing, the fluidity of the animation, it all works wonderfully.

One scene in particular, in which Gwen talks to her father in her universe, legitimately made me want to cry. Both because of how beautiful the animation looked, and for the amount of character and humanity this film is able to show through that animation.

And that is what makes this film work completely. The characters.

Every important character, old and new, is so fleshed out, so well developed, and so charismatic that you can't help but be genuinely invested in what they go through and the challenges they have to face. Gwen's storyline, for instance, is so incredibly well done, she's so marvellously developed in this, that I think I love her character even more in this film than I did in the first one. She has a central role in the film that sometimes makes her even more important, and interesting, than Miles.

That is not to say, of course, that Miles doesn't play an important role or that he is not interesting. Far from it. I may have found Gwen's story more interesting at times, but the struggles Miles goes through are, in fact, the heart of the film.

I won't go into spoilers here, but let's just say that his story taps into the Spider-Man mythos in a way I have never seen any other film do. It explores what makes Spider-Man a hero in such a meta way that I think it's just brilliant. This is, in fact, one of the most brilliant films that has ever used the concept of multiverse and parallel realities that I have ever seen. And saying that in a reality where both 'Everything, everywhere, all at once' (2022) and 'Rick and Morty' (2013-) exist is really saying something.

Amazing animation, amazing use of animation, amazing characters, and an absolutely brilliant exploration of the Spider-Man mythos. What more could you want? This was just fantastic.

[ebonyforged]

★ Verse: Empty throne. 10 years post-amnesia.

𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. . .

After a powerful attack at the Demon King’s very core by a force unknown, Moros is no more. His human form shrivels and turns to dust with no one around to bear witness, Limbo Demons relying on his leadership are instantly left feeling aimless and confused, and the mirror dimension is suddenly without a leader. It cries out, quickly growing unstable without something in control after such a long time. It’s unprecedented for someone’s rule over any part of it to have lasted for millennia, and so is the reality that the power vacuum left behind threatens to do irreversible damage to the thin barrier between it and the human world. For the first time, its very life is threatened, and with it the lives of every living being on Earth.

There aren't many beings, Angels, Demons, or otherwise, compatible with its existence like Moros was. When they are, they stubbornly neglect to hone this skill out of fear of it, fear created by Moros' vision of what the realm should have been.

In it desperation, it finds Ebony in its dark underbelly and pins her to the ground. She thrashes angrily and fights the grip of dark tendrils, curses the dead man's name until Limbo forces her eyed skyward. Confusion finally gives way to understanding when she sees the state of the veil, cracked and threatening to burst apart without the stability of a ruler.

While her eyes brim with tears, Limbo presents to Ebony a gold ring.

She’s not as powerful as Moros was, merely a lost Demon who remembers less of her own life than Limbo could recount to her if it wanted. But she’s there, right next to the crumbled remains of its previous ruler, and the ease with which she has always passed through the veil proves one thing: She’s compatible.

This wasn't what Ebony wanted when she ventured to Moros' core in Limbo with a Holy blade in hand. She immediately knows that she has no choice but to accept, or this desperate search for a replacement will find someone else who seeks only power.

Her hand shakes from the smouldering marks left by the blade's hilt as she holds it out to accept the ring unto her finger, where it fits perfectly. Limbo silences all at once, the Weapon now a Master herself — but she doesn’t want this title of 'Queen'. The dimension is a living thing, its reaching out to her proves it, and Ebony has no desire to manipulate something that already has a will of its own.

In truth, the thought is terrifying.

So she crumbles Moros' tower, basks in the silence for a minute or two, and goes home. No one knows what happened to the Demon King. No one but Ebony is aware that for a short moment, Limbo was reaching out to find any suitable soul who could readily take his place. Maybe no one has to know. As long as Limbo has someone to call its ruler, someone to fill the vacancy while millennia of influence and corruption slowly fade away and Limbo becomes a blank slate once more, maybe that’s enough.

Unfortunately her own friends — Demons she once thought reasonable — don't take well to being left without orders, and it would only take one look at her scarred hands for them to realize who killed their king.

                              𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊.

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Universal Collision: Meet the Story Characters!

Name: Ewella

Class: 4★-5★

Summoner/Duo: No

🎂Birthday🎂: No

Weapon Type: Lance (EX Weapon: Mirror Medea)

STELLAR AWAKENING Release: N/A

Info

An enigmatic elven woman who always seems to be looking somewhere far off. She responds calmly when spoken to, and has a soft, mysterious smile, but her heart belongs to only one. Her knowledge of elven magic and rituals has no equal, and she is well versed in the ways of spirits and humans.

VC

(VC Level 1, S1 Chapter 26) Can’t you see I’m busy? - Critical rate of all party members +60% (1 move)

(VC Level 2, S1 Chapter 56) Should I try a little, maybe? - Critical rate of all party members +80% (1 move)

(VC Level 3, S1 Chapter 74) Everything for my dear Radica. - Critical rate of all party members +100% (1 move)

Skills/Abilities

Tier 1 Skills (2★)

Lunatic (Copy) - Activate Lunatic status Copy on user (3 turns)

- Copy: Skills execute twice.

- Copy counts as another move for move-based buffs.

- Copy animation happens after the original skill use and plays out fully.

- Copy will move on to the next enemy if the original target dies from the first attack.

- Lunatic replaces the basic attack skill until used, and can only be used once per battle

Dulcis Amare - Power and Intelligence of all party members +10% (3 turns)

- Next action: Critical Rate of all party members +100% (1 move) and Critical Damage of all party members +30% (3 turns)

- When in Lunatic: Critical Rate of all party members +100% (2 moves)

Aqua Lancea - Water type piercing attack on a single enemy (S)

Tier 2 Skills (3★)

Vade Mecum - Water and crystal type resistance of all enemies -30% (3 turns) and Speed of all party members +30% (3 turns)

Curis Sanatio - Crystal type piercing attack on a single enemy (M) and restore all party members HP (S)

Tier 3 Skills (4★)

Esto Perpetua - Adds a barrier that reduces damage by 30% (1 time: 3 turns) and restore all statuses

Pulcher Amare - Power and Intelligence of all party members +15% (3 turns)

- Next action: Critical Rate of all party members +100% (2 moves) and Critical Damage of all party members +35% (3 turns)

- When in Lunatic: Critical Rate of all party members +100% (4 moves)

Tier 4 Skills (5★)

Saveus Furorem - Water type piercing attack on a single enemy x3 (XL)

- Stack 1 Insanire on enemy.

- Damage +50% when critical (Multiplier x1.5)

- Skill multiplier increases per Insanire stacked on target

- Insanire: Physical resistance -3% (max stack: 10 -30%)

Aeternum Amare - Power and Intelligence of all party members +20% (3 turns)

- Next action: Critical Rate of all party members +100% (3 moves) and Critical Damage of all party members +40% (3 turns)

- When in Lunatic: Critical Rate of all party members +100% (6 moves)

Weapon Skills/Abilities

When Ewella equips Mirror Medea

- Constant Water and Crystal type resistance of all enemies -35%

Ultimate/Linked Skill

Amor Verus Tenebris - Power and Intelligence of all party members +50% (3 turns) and perform Saveus Furorem (All) on all enemies

- Saveus Furorem (All) - Water type piercing attack on all enemies x3 (XL)

- Stack 1 Insanire on enemy.

- Damage +50% when critical (Multiplier x1.5)

- Skill multiplier increases per Insanire stacked on target

- Insanire: Physical resistance -3% (max stack: 10 -30%)

- Consume 100% of the Ultimate Skill Gauge after use

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❀࿐ Verse ( Genshin Impact. )

Name: Botan Title: Blossoming Ferryman A Ferryman on Reikai Island Vision: None. Constellation: Stygius Paeonia Rarity: ★★★★ Element: Hydro Weapon: Polearm Special Dish: Anmitsu Region: Inazuma

Botan is a young shinigami, a yokai able to communicate with the dead and travel to the borderlands between Life and Death. She lives on Reikai Island, a small island to the east of Narukami Island. There, she serves as a ferryman, escorting people across the river that encapsulates the main city.

Reikai Island used to be it's own entity; prior to the Archon Wars, it was ruled by King Enma, a powerful yokai. During the war, gods competed for territory and Enma joined the battles only to be usurped by his son, Prince Koenma, and sealed away beneath the palace. After that, Koenma sought an alliance with the original Electro Archon. Reikai thus became part of Inazuma though it largely runs independently under Koenma's guidance. Reikai has always been a land brimming with spiritual energy and has been home to many different yokai factions over the years, rarely receiving human visitors who seem too leery of the powers the yokai hold. It remains a sanctuary for yokai and all manners of magic.

The island itself is small and most notably features a large river that surrounds the main city. This river is dangerous to cross, both because of it's current and also because of the power it holds. The river is said to shield the gateway to the underworld, something hidden within the city and does not take kindly to trespassers. In order to cross into the city, one must be escorted by a Ferryman, a being bounded with the river and capable of sailing across it.

Botan works as a Ferryman under Koenma's employ. She's lived on Reikai Island her whole life but is interested in someday seeing the rest of the world. She may not be a vision holder but she has innate magic connected to her being a shinigami and connects with the elemental of Hydro. In addition to this is her ability to see and interact with ghosts who have yet to pass on and cross into the borderland between Life and Death. Aside from her work as a literal boatman, shinigami working on the river may also be tasked with escorting wayward spirits who have yet to pass on. Inazuman legends says that those who die will wake on the shores of Reikai and should seek out the Ferrymen for a ride to the Underworld.