#(like that one guy in anastasia)

[art-question-mark]

“Jyn was changing. It was evident in her fluid movements and her lucid stare…She'd shed none of her intensity, but it came with what Cassian could only interpret as a confidence bordering on invincibility.

She'd always struck him as a person unafraid to die. Now she seemed like someone who couldn't…

Jyn was changing. And through her, Cassian would do what was required of him.”

-Rogue One Novelization by Alexander Freed

[diltonsstrangescience]

[daxwormzz]

Posting oc art but you ALSO get the baron. Yeah that’s right you have to look at my art of Vladimir Harkonnen.

[stinkrascal]

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picture one breanna: [ groaning ] ugh... i feel like shit... vladislaus: and just how many beers did you have tonight, my love?

picture two breanna: stopped counting after the fourth. vladislaus: aw, dear, no wonder you feel awful. i do wish you had shown restraint. breanna: but we was celebrating, vladdy, we're having fun.

picture three vladislaus: [ chuckles ] are you having fun? breanna: no, i feel like shit right now.

picture four breanna: [ quietly ] psssst... vladdy, there's something i wanna tell you... vladislaus: yes, my love? breanna: but—but it's embarrassing. so you gotta be nice! vladislaus: I am always nice.

picture five breanna: so, here's the thing... i wanna... you know—[ clears throat ] i wanna go to college.

picture six vladislaus: is that so? breanna: u-um—yes—you see—i was sthinking about it, you know, and, uh, i just think it'd be a lot of fun. you know? vladislaus: it won't be all fun and games. you must study, write essays, give presentations, work an internship. breanna: ugh, always so patronizing.

picture seven breanna: i—i know it's a lotta work, but i think it'd be good for me. ...do you? vladislaus: certainly. breanna: oh. r-really? vladislaus: of course. it is a wonderful idea. may i ask what inspired your decision? breanna: oh... it's just... well... you know... um...

picture eight breanna: it's just that—well—i think you're so smart.

picture nine breanna: and—you know—i wanna be smart like you. so... yeah.

picture ten vladislaus: oh, my love, how did i ever find you? breanna: ahhh, too much!! you're gonna suffocate me!! vladislaus: *kiss* *kiss* *kiss* *kiss* *kiss*

picture eleven breanna: pssst—you gonna help me pick out a school? vladislaus: if you so wish. breanna: and you're gonna be my study buddy too, huh? vladislaus: of course. breanna: [ whispers ] you look sleepy. vladislaus: i am sleepy.

picture twelve breanna: when's the last time you slept? vladislaus: i could not say. breanna: you ain't been in bed when i wake up lately. i don't like that. vladislaus: it is not my fault that my darling wife sleeps until noon. breanna: no! i woke up at 11 AM sharp yesterday! vladislaus: yes, indeed, you are quite the early bird.

picture thirteen breanna: here, go to bed now. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] yes, ma'am. breanna: nighty night. i love you. vladislaus: i love you. breanna: now stop talking! go to sleep!

picture fourteen [ ilya shrieks ]

picture fifteen vladislaus: [ startled ] what's going on in here?! ilya: make it stop, papa!

picture sixteen anastasia: i told you it was scary, you little shit! vladislaus: anastasia, mind your language. anastasia: ugh!

picture seventeen ilya: [ crying ] make them stop! tell them to turn it off! breanna: aww, baby... vladislaus: come, little one, it is their turn to use the television. breanna: why don't you come with us, okay? you can play that game of yours on the little tv. does that sound good? ilya: okay, momma...

picture eighteen vladislaus: ah... perfect. it is as good as new.

picture nineteen ilya, breanna: [ light snoring ] vladislaus: oh. i see. it seems you're both already asleep.

[evostrashbin]

i see youre an even in tempest enjoyer 👀 love tht unhinged game! and u dressing up grima n summoner in tyril n anastasias outfits is so gooood!!! happy new year! 🥳

thank you and happy (slightly belated) new year to you too!! 🥺💕

and yeah I've been enjoying the game over the holidays, had an absolute blast with it!! Tyril and Anastasia fit Kiran and Grima really well considering their backstories and their struggles so I just had to do a little crossover episode 🫶

[ratislatis]

guess who 😏

“all the things” by dual core came on while I was sketching and let me tell you. what a weird fucking juxtaposition of THAT song and THIS drawing

[saltedsolenoid]

kin assign me a together in hell character please i am looking at you blinking rapidly please pleaase please

(elaboration in tags)

[plantlegs]

My rat snork just passed away suddenly:'( I know I should be going to bed but my brain is doing everything else

Rip Snorkito Mr Snork Fatman FatRat Big Big Guy

He went out right after stealing the rest of Little My's treat

[dammit-tazmuir]

For all the things this fandom refuses to believe and chalks up to John's lies, the thing that baffles me to see so many believe without question is the idea of Perfect Lyctorhood.

Guys. Guys, there is no Perfect Lyctorhood.

Or at best, if there hypothetically could be, it's nothing we've ever seen. Paul is the closest thing and I know a lot of you would not consider Paul perfect. John did not achieve Perfect Lyctorhood, and it wasn't even his idea to claim he did. A quarter of NtN extensively details that he didn't.

The old Lyctors didn't know what Alecto was. John definitely told them more than he would have liked to, because of course she doesn't lie and is too obviously inhuman to hide it fully. But if they knew everything, Mercy wouldn't doubt that Alecto ever had a genetic code; she would know she didn't, or that any genes she might've had were made from John's own blood and bone.

Because they didn't know what she actually was or what actually happened (foreshadowed too by Mercy's "if you had lied about anything else" lines, when actually he did), they drew the wrong conclusion. They assumed something different in his process allowed Alecto to persist. But we now know the truth is that Alecto was simply too big to consume. She didn't die because she was already limitless. This will never apply to another human. But he lets them believe their conclusion because he thinks it's better and easier to talk his way out of than them figuring out the real truth.

It does remain possible that Anastasia and Samael were genuinely on the cusp of that breakthrough, but I honestly doubt it. That was another conclusion drawn by the Lyctors as a follow-up to the previous wrong one, and when John answers, he visibly hesitates. It feels like he's once again going, "....Sssure, yes, let's go with that." I don't know what Samael and Anastasia WERE on the verge of. Maybe they would have become gestalt like Paul, and the possibility of just one dying was why Pal begged Cam "don't look back", and John was afraid of the power they'd achieve (could Paul have greater thalergy than a normal Lyctor?) and/or of just the others seeing a different process and getting mad at him.

AND/OR, ACTUALLY? Especially if their attempt was one of the earlier ones (around the middle rather than the end), but even if it wasn't: I think a Paul situation has a STRONG possibility of being exactly what happened. John's most outright lies are usually the ones other people tell that he just nods along with. When it's from himself, if it's not feigned incompetence, he usually goes for half-truths and misleading truths. He says Anastasia panicked halfway through and if he hadn't stepped in they would have both died. I think it's very possible that John panicked halfway through as he realized what they were doing, and that it's genuinely true they would have both died— in the same way Camilla and Palamedes both died, to create someone new.

And we know how much John hates change. How desperately John needs to keep his specific people close. What are the odds he was so afraid of losing both of them and being left with a new person he didn't know, couldn't predict, and couldn't easily control with them having a whole Lyctor's power and maybe more? Especially if Cyth and Loveday, Cassy and Nigella, Cyrus and Valancy, Ulysses and Titania, maybe even G1deon and Pyrrha— if any others hadn't undergone the process yet, and there was a chance they'd see Samastastia and decide that was the path they wanted too. If he thought this meant he might lose all his friends instead of only the less favored half.

Either way, though, based on everything we know, there is no simple soul swap that results in dual immortality. Even John and Alecto involve a fusion of megasoul. "You and she are one." (This is also likely how a seemingly real facet of John could talk to Harrow in Alecto's dream.) And we've seen through NtN, the soul longs for the body. The body longs for the soul. A body housing a different soul doesn't last long, even when those souls ARE semi connected. A body even temporarily renting space to a foreign soul is a massive strain, like Cam carrying Pal.

Lyctorhood inherently involves death and consumption and acting against nature. It is the indelible sin. It's possible that Grand Lysis avoids that sin by making it about mutual death, about giving instead of taking, but it's still bittersweet at best. I highly doubt we're going to see a perfect solution that fixes everything, at least via more necromancy, because that's not the kind of series this is. It's messy, beautiful in its flaws, embracing the understanding that life is change and things can never be exactly as they were, and can rarely be exactly what you want, and letting go and moving on are necessary parts of life eventually.

Don't misunderstand! I do think Gideon will either be resurrected (perhaps the last true one ever) or there will be another way for her and Harrow to happily be together. In Gideon's case, there was nothing natural about her death, and the decision to say "no" is a rejection of the system that led to it.

I just also think the odds of rewriting the laws of life and death entirely are more likely than Lyctorhood But With No Consequences. It always has consequences. There is no Perfect Lyctorhood, but there's something good on the horizon, whatever form it takes. After all...

"There are more worlds than this. Come with us. We are the love that is perfected by death, but even death will be no more. Death can also die. There's still time, Ianthe. Time for you and for Naberius Tern."

[happyhauntt]

— march fic recs, brought to you by happyhauntt.

a wee fic rec post for a few of the fics i read in march that altered my brain chemistry!! i've put a lil comment next to each rec because honestly writers don't get praised enough for their work these days and i wanted to show my appreciation for these talented souls!!

grishaverse.

➡ kaz brekker.

what do you want from me by @rubysunnday. notes: literally perfect wtf.

dark days by rubysunnday. notes: i reread this literally constantly, it is so perfect, kaz's characterisation is perfect, i adore it.

bloody hands by rubysunnday. notes: i devoured this whole thing like a starving person it was sO good.

when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds. notes: this is so beautiful honestly i have no words.

the lost princess by @ellewritesalright. notes: look it's only part one but elle is a fucking wizard and i'm a sucker for an anastasia au.

you and me (a whole lot of history) by @heliads. notes: this was so cute and such a clever concept i fell in love!!!

schat by @amourology. notes: fully choked this is so adorable.

soulmate by @magpiencrow. notes: KAZ BREKKER SOULMATE AU didn't know i needed this but now i need 100 more!!!!

➡ nikolai lantsov.

nine long years series by @ellewritesalright. notes: i am actively fucking screaming over this fic. i will never stop. this might genuinely be the best thing i've read in a LONG while. everything about it has me sobbing i actively CANNOT COPE. and it's not even finished yet.

one of us by @songofpatrochilless. notes: literally had me sobbing you don't understand the domesticity of it all!!!!!.

come on back to me by @atlabeth. notes: there is a very strong chance that i'll literally never stop screaming about this fic.

dreams of you by @wh0refornikolailantsov. notes: every cell in my body is SCREAMING.

this love by @lantsovsupremacist. notes: did not, in fact, give you permission to hurt me like this do it again.

salt in the wound by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: brain goes brrrr this has everything i need to survive tbh.

wanting was enough by @rubysunnday. notes: beautiful stunning magnificent i want to eat it.

an exhausted smile by @writing-havoc. notes: think i had an aneurysm reading this it was that amazing.

run away with me by @sumsebien. notes: i am still sobbing over this.

in emerald hearts, emerald minds by @undiscovered-horizon. notes: love love love love love. there aren't enough words in any language to describe how much i love this.

➡ alina starkov.

alina starkov x reader by @heliads. notes: alina does not get nearly enough love and this was so fucking sad and cute and brilliant.

➡ nina zenik.

the ten steps to 'i love you' by @sophierequests. notes: this was SO HEARTWARMING AND SWEET i adored it!!!

➡ zoya nazyalensky.

forget-me-nots by @syllvane. notes: not enough zoya fics on this hellsite. but also this ripped my heart out and made me sob so RUDE. i feel devastated.

➡ inej ghafa.

inej ghafa x reader by @heliads. notes: INEJ MY SWEET BABY, this fic is everything to me. everything. and it's so beautifully written!!!

➡ the darkling.

the dark side of the moon series by @myhairpintrigger. notes: this fic is ASTOUNDING. i haven’t cried this much reading something in a long time. i was FULL-BODY SOBBING. i don’t even like the darkling. i am Not a darkling girlie. but i was intrigued by concept of this fic and i can safely say it has ruined my life. this is Emotional Damage Incarnate. i will never recover. author, i salute you.

911.

through the smoke by @borntobewondering. notes: spent twenty whole minutes sobbing after reading this. i felt undone i felt hollow i felt so utterly fucked. author is a genius and that's all there is to say.

not so one night stand by @shmaptainwrites. notes: this was so fuckin adorable i'm in love.

d.c. to l.a. by shmaptainwrites. notes: bobby my guy just doesn't get enough fucking credit and this is so fucking adorable.

criminal minds.

➡ spencer reid.

trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs. notes: this series is. it's literally. everything. i love bugsy like she's my own child. sister relationships are everything to me. i spent an hour sobbing in my bed over parts 2 and 3. i want this tattooed on my forehead.

➡ aaron hotchner.

found by @benedictscanvas. notes: DADDY i mean what. all jokes aside this was so sweet and beautiful and i'm in love the writing!!!

doctor who.

rage rage (against the dying of the light) by @morganas-pendragons. notes: felt feral after reading this. kayla just gets me in my feels every time.

heartbeat by morganas-pendragons. notes: this was the most emotional devastating thing i've ever read and i fully needed 3-5 business days to recover. rude. i want 100 more.

untitled by morganas-pendragons. notes: PAIN i love this so much.

ache by morganas-pendragons. notes: just scoop my heart out of my fucking chest i don't want it anymore after reading this.

a mind full of blissful terrors by @magiccath. notes: simply fucking amazing.

light in the dark by @i-imagine-my-doctor. notes: screaming please i adore this so much.

baby talk by @kisstherainwriting. notes: THE ABSOLUTE CUTIEST EVER. there's not enough clara fics and this had me squealing and feeling all warm and fuzzy!!!

holding my hand by kisstherainwriting. notes: angst galore this was STUNNING.

in another's eyes by @cas-kingdom. notes: PERFECTION.

where do we go now series by @theetherealbloom. notes: literally so fucking amazing i don't have enough words.

marauders.

the winner takes it all by @ellecdc. notes: brb faye is having a STROKE--

come back, be here series by ellecdc. notes: i think i had a full on stroke while reading this series. the attention to detail is insane. the characterisation is perfect.

i don't know you anymore (maybe i never really did) by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels. notes: SCREECHING i'm in love you don't understand.

bridgerton.

➡ anthony bridgerton.

distractions by @peterpparkrr. notes: simply immaculate.

right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch. notes: did you mean one of my favourite tropes bc this is it.

right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles. notes: i felt feral after reading this tbh.

➡ sibling!reader.

reluctant caretaker by @rubysunnday. notes: this fic hit my heart in all the right places okay sibling stuff means everything to me.

did she have a cookie by rubysunnday. notes: a joyous read from start to finish i CACKLED the whole way through.

moon knight.

come back to me by @mgparker. notes: still sobbing. immaculate.

the other sarcophagus by @starryevermore. notes: i literally reread this constantly i adore it so much!!

marc spector x reader by @softlyspector. notes: i had an aneurysm reading this and i haven't been the same since.

more marc spector x reader by softlyspector. notes: i am having an intense emotion hold on. anytime i see autistic stuff in canon content for any fandom i SQUEAK. and this is so well done honestly.

star wars.

heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional. notes: i reread this constantly, it's so amazing and heartwrenching and beautiful and i want to eat it.

little talks by @light-yaers. notes: you simply do not understand how much i adore everything beff writes. i adore this fic more than i need oxygen to breathe.

right where you left me series by light-yaers. notes: personality-defining series. i LIVE for this fic. every update adds five years to my lifespan. if you're not reading this you are MISSING OUT.

a light, a song, a bluebird by @millllenniawrites. notes: made me SOB 10/10 would recommend if you like emotional trauma.

invisible string by @campingwiththecharmings. notes: pining!!! loneliness!!! i adore!!!

hard landings by @softlyspector. notes: no. no you don't understand. this fic doesn't just own my soul it is my soul. i want it tattooed on my face.

misc.

hopper x reader by @luveline. notes: you don't understand this might be the cutest shit i've ever read and jade is a fellow welsh person which automatically makes them brilliant in my book.

muña by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: alicent means fucking everything to me and this had me sobbing.

mistletoe magic by @writingsbychlo. notes: literally the cutest fucking thing ever, had me kicking my legs and squealing!!

[ansel-rae562]

The new Doorman

[Doppleganger!Milkman x Reader]

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{Author's note: So I accidentally made a promise to a bunch of people in tiktok so here I deliver you a smut, please note this is my first writing one since I'm more into Angst and I also made this gender neutral as I can so yeah.. Enjoy!}

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First day of Job being a doorman! finally you found a job, looking for one is a bit hard. And this is quite a high pay so why not but this one involves dealing with doppleganger's which is kinda dangerous but the D.D.D assured you that you'll be safe as long as you stay in your office.

After you watched the introductory film explaining about how the job works, you opened the metal window and saw the D.D.D personel

"Welcome and congratulations on your new Job! Remember you have to watch out carefully for the doppleganger's. There are times that the neighbors are not on the list, check their ID's closely and their appearance's as well, or else you and the others may end up dead.. That's all you may continue"

The personnel left and you decided to check the today's list

"Okayy.... So here will be the expected people..."

Izaack Gauss

Mia Stone

Albertsky Peachman

Elenois Sverchtz

Francis Mosses

Anastasia Mikaelys

"Wow... Uhuh that's quite alot....but nothing I can handle"

A few minutes later a person came "Good morning, I see you're a new doorman" The woman said as she handed in her ID "Good morning and Yes I am ma'am" You greeted then looked at her ID 'Gloria Schmicht'.... "Uh ma'am? May I ask why are you not in today's list?" You asked "Oh It's cause my mother had an emergency and I had to be there" After checking all the files and seeing almost no anomalies you called the apartment just in case and found out that the wife is actually home "Sorry nope, bye" you said immediately pressing the danger button and calling the D.D.D.

Hours passed by dealing with a few doppleganger's which some of them being visually creepy and threatening you till a man came, he was wearing a white button up shirt and a white hat that has 'Milkman' written on them. He looks tired, bags under his eyes showing then he spoke "Good afternoon, here's my ID and entry request" you stared momentarily before deciding to check all information, he also has an attractive voice which made you blush a little.

Learning that his name is Francis and he's the local milkman around town you couldn't help but have a little crush I mean he's attractive, his voice is also attractive, tired guys may or may not also be your type and he does have a pretty decent Job so he does perfectly fit your dream guy. Not long after it's finally night time and also the end of your shift, you packed your items that you brought with you then the one who'll exchange with you arrived "Hey..." She greeted "Hold on a sec, have to make sure you're the real one" you said checking all the workers files "Wow darling... Taking your job very seriously huh?.. impressive" she said with a subtle smile, she has green eyes and bags are shown under her eyes, she looks like she has been doing this for years.

"Well yeah... Don't want to lose a high paying job ya know" you replied and confirming that she's the real one "hmm, Understandable" you opened the metal door and she bid you goodbye "Careful darling, some doppleganger's are hostile and might attack you, here take this it's a 200v taser.... don't worry i have plenty" you thanked her and left to fo home. Walking home is kinda creepy especially at night, you wouldn't know when a creature of some sort is gonna pounce on you right now that's when you heard a rustle on a nearby bush then something jumped out.

It was cat... Quite a big one but it was injured on its side, you went closer and tried to reassure the cat "Hey... Hey there kitty, don't worry I'm a friend.." as you said those words the cat looked at you with a mix of hatred and confusion "I can help... I promise, I won't hurt you like whoever did that to you" The cat slightly calmed down and let you pick them up, you arrived home and put your bag down as well as settling the cat on your table and immediately finding the first aid.

You tended to the cat's wounds and surprisingly it just let you do your work, you winced to yourself finding that the wound is a bit deep "Gosh who would hurt a cat... They're sweet" finishing it up you wrapped the cat up with gauze "there you're all fixed up kitty... Hm.. i guess I could also feed you since you're at my house" you then went to your fridge to look for something to feed the cat and for yourself.

"You settling alright kitty?.." you asked, after feeding the cat you set up a box with a few soft rugs in them for the cat to sleep on and the cat looked at you with content eyes, chuckling lightly to yourself "you know it's amazing how your eyes can actually communicate, it's cute" you turned around to turn off the lights of you room "Night kitty..." You said finally falling asleep. The next morning you woke up and saw that the cat was nowhere to be seen and the window has few paw prints "Dang it I was planning on adopting him" you said sadly then started getting ready for the day.

Arriving at your workplace the girl from last night greeted you "Good morning darling!, did you have a good rest last night?" She asked "good morning, Yeah I did thanks for asking" you replied then she opened the metal door and went out "uh... You're not gonna check if I'm the real one?..." the girl turned around and said "Would you be asking that if you were a fake one?... And besides you're new it'll take a few days before they decide to copy you" she turned around again and left. Starting your shift like what you did Yesterday, letting a few people out giving them an entry request for when they come back, dealing with a few doppleganger's, letting people in once confirming that they're the real one till finally the guy from yesterday came; Francis "Hi mr. Milkman" you greeted, he looks a bit surprised when he saw you "Oh uh... Hello... " he said smiling slightly, you blushed then he handed you his ID only but you looked closely you saw he has a small mole on his left cheek which the real Francis didn't have. You kinda have memorized what he look and a few of his information from the files.... Kinda creepy of you but you couldn't help it, he was now your crush "Oh... I'm sorry, my good sir but I actually have this guy memorized and you're not him..." You said and before you could close the metal window you humped as he banged on the somehow sturdy window "What?!... How could!-... I see you like little mr. Milkman.. " the faker said his eyes were really angry and creepy "Yeah nope bye." you said then pressed the danger button and called for the D.D.D. Minutes later the metal window opened "There was no one in sight but I suppose the doppleganger already left before we arrive, you may now continue your work"

The day ended and you switched shifts with Loira, the name of the girl that you work with she bid you goodbye and you went home. Weeks later the things just go by on a repeat with some of them you going on a late night grocery, what's really interesting is that the doppleganger who always pretends to be Francis, he'd show up you find a small detail that the real Francis doesn't have, he'd get angry telling you things like "I'll get you next time" "I'll fool you one day" "Why are you so observative of the guy" then once you call for the D.D.D service he'd disappear before they could arrive like what's the deal with him?... Earlier he said something that actually sent shivers to your spine "Wait till I devour your fleshy body, Human" that was an actual pretty creepy threat, didn't realize that your already at your doorstep from a long day, you set down the groceries on the kitchen counter and went to take a quick shower and change.

After that you arranged all the groceries, it's pretty quiet around your house since you live alone, your parents on another country and your house is pretty far away from other residents so you'll be aable to hear anything out of the ordinary. Going up the stairs to sleep you decided to stretch around a little while you do so, you felt a weird sensation going up your leg, you looked down and a black substance of sorts but before you could scream another one covered your mouth as other one's quickly wrapped around your legs and arms separately, along your torso as well completely immobilizing you.

You looked around saw... Francis?... but his eyes are dark with white glowing dots on the middle "Hello... Doorman, I did say I will get you... Didn't I?" He spoke. You were confused, scared how did he know where you live? "Hey... Hey there... Little human, no need to get scared after all I'm a friend.... Aren't I?" That's when realization hit you. The cat that you helped was a doppleganger "you know human, you hurt me when you set your eyes on someone else... I thought you liked me?... Didn't you say so yourself?" He said which earned a muffled confused rambling from you "No... You must pay for making me believe you... " Before you could make another confused noise the tentacle like substance was removed around your mouth "What now-" you were cut off by something shoving into your mouth deeply making you gag, it was one of his tentacle.

[NSFW part]

He relentlessly attacked your mouth making you gag, you tried to squirm away but it was futile he has you wrapped around his other tentacle's. By then your eyes then started forming tears, you looked at the doppleganger of Francis which amused him "Look at you... Such an expression... I want more.. " he said. He set you down on your bed having your arms up above your head as he crawled between your legs "I did say I would devour your fleshy body... Don't worry it's not in a way I would eat you to the bone" he then slowly tore your garment earning a gaged up moan from you. He looked at you directly seeing that lewd expression from you also looking at him, he then slowly dipped his down between your legs which made you moan once again. You couldn't help but moan while he completely eats you out while also making you suck on one of his tentacle's, you were completely helpless making you take all of the pleasure like obedient slave.

That's when you felt something go in futher inside you, it felt like a very long tongue reaching up to the parts that you never could reach and hitting you perfectly on your spot making your body jolt and moan loudly than before "hmm?... is this your spot...?" He said while his tongue was still deep into you, he fastened up the pace than before almost a bit too fast than normal making your body more hotter and eager for a release. Not long after you came he adjusted himself, he humed in satisfaction "this will do..." He said then he removed the tentacle from your mouth as you looked at him with tired eyes "aww.... Already tired? Unlucky for you I'm not done yet" he adjusted his position, you didn't even notice that he entered you once again but this with his cock which made you yelp in surprise. He mercilessly pounded at a fast not giving you a preparation while his other tentacle's explore your exposed especially around your chest, waist and neck and his hands holding your thighs firmly to keep your shaking legs in place.

Release after release, you couldn't keep up anymore till you passed out from complete exhaustion and pleasure. He finally unsheathed his cock from you and loads mixed both of his and yours spilled out, staining the bed beneath the both of you. He then looked at your passed out form, your heaving chest, your belly slightly bulging and your beautiful sleeping face... "Such a perfect human.... I just wanna keep you" he fixed your sleeping form in a much comfortable position and pulled a blanket over before making his way to the telephone and dialed a number "Hello... Loira hey! I called a bit early so I could inform you that I'm sick..... Yeah please do.... Thank you I will bye!" He turned back to you and layed beside you "Rest now, my human...."

[spider-ghoul]

I have more btw... it's a problem

Shout out to my hobie brown n river cade doodles from Spanish class :)

[salemoleander]

Untamed Beasts Trilogy webweave

Created as a gift for a friend in the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2025 @mcytrecursive, recursing the Untamed Beasts series by @whisperwritingstuff !

// Sources under readmore // Webweave on Ao3 //

What is a webweave? Previous art: Third Life | Void Falling | Attempt 33 | Limited Life | Nightingale | solving counting sheep | Hunger au | catching signals that sound in the dark

Panel 1 (Grian / nothing you can say): girl help textpost/ @wizardpotions ◆ Projections (Rome 2007) / Jenny Holzer ◆ Excerpt from Kitchen Hymns / Pádraig Ó Tuama via @beguines ◆ Schrodinger’s Wood / Maskull Lasserre ◆ Zittend mannelijk naakt, met geheven arm / David Humbert de Superville ◆ Leonids / Heather Danforth ◆ Every Teenagers #4 / everyteenagerforfree ◆ Neighborhood Watch sign / @hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard ◆ Excerpt from on Sunday mornings I dream of koi fish / Ahana Chakraborty ◆ Free Will radio buttons / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ Untitled (A gift for…) / Lois Van Baarle ◆ Plaque Series / Jenny Holzer via @requiem-on-water ◆ Excerpt from What Good is Heaven / Raye Hendrix via @geryone ◆ Excerpt from Unravel / Tolu Oloruntoba via @geryone ◆ Rays / Anastasia Trusova via @boycritter ◆ tiny cuts. / @dappermouth ◆ Untitled (that bright glaring moon) / @incendavery ◆ can we merge souls, or… / @cannibalchicken ◆ Amethyst scepters / @nouveaucrystals ◆ Excerpt from The Accident / Anne de Marcken via @luthienne ◆ sometimes when I’m reaping textpost / via @girlmostlikely

Panel 2 (Cub / walk with my legs): Plaques Series / Jenny Holzer via @requiem-on-water ◆ let’s do something unethical textpost / @probuccalfat ◆ Danger sign / @anthropophage (Deactivated) ◆ the frost / mitski via @wovi ◆ Excerpts from Hansel / Richard Siken via @aridante ◆ Untitled / Pep Carrió ◆ Untitled / @ghost-honeyy (Deactivated) ◆ The Shore / Barry McGlashan via @huariqueje ◆ two guys who sleep textpost / @byjove ◆ scared animal textpost / @iregularlyevadetaxes ◆ holding up a fictional guy tweet / caranthirs via @mossy-aro ◆ Excerpt from Dig / Bryan Borland via @geryone ◆ Untitled (Meet me here) / @hillhomed ◆ “Tortured” bubble from Tis Time for Torture, Princess / via @vforvalensa ◆ Whos side are you on chat screenshot / @theonionsound ◆ Scriptum V / Rima Day ◆ 20 Inflammatory Essays / Jenny Holzer ◆ love when a dynamic is like. textpost / @willowcrowned ◆ Their Third comic / @its-arson-time ◆ Same old mistakes sign / @mutant-what-not

Panel 3 (Scar / find yourself, let me find you): A good thing you can do textpost / @nohoperadio ◆ Collage of: Phenomenon / Remedios Varo /// Lovecraft in Brooklyn / The Mountain Goats / @mountainqoats ◆ The Best Thing About A Poem / Max Lavergne ◆ Pandemonium / Kim Jakobsson via @pankurios-templeovarts ◆ loving humiliating haunting worshipping gnawing diagram / @dostoyevsky-official ◆ eat one of you eventually textpost / @1-beadyeyes ◆ I’m not ashamed to say tweet / silicone_angel via unbotheredmuse (Deactivated) ◆ Untitled (Geryon was a monster) / @kitmillsdraws ◆ Exponatus / Konstantin Korobov via @antonio-m ◆ Etruscan ring ◆ Shibari study / @tegelsteg ◆ i’d devour you whole if you let me / @castletemprwine ◆ My roommates and I textpost / @solidseater ◆ ohhh big stretch textpost / ne0scythian ◆ The Big Comet / Antonio Tonelli via @myfairynuffstuff ◆ Redacted / Dale Dunning ◆ Excerpt from This is How You Lose the Time War / Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone via @metamorphesque ◆ Plaques Series / Jenny Holzer ◆ Pressure / @susitseart

[oceanreveuse]

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗶.

◟sub!tsukishima, dom!reader - or at least top!reader, petnames/nicknames (baby, tsukki), praise, orgasm denial (that’s heia’s fault), persistent moody tsukishima lands himself in a spider’s web (metaphorically), riding, reader is shorter than tsukishima, not proofread. ◟ anastasia's footnote : my first repost from my old writing blog… ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

the tallest guy in your class just happened to be the most persistent, stubborn asshole ever - you wonder if that’s where his height comes from, it’s just keeping all of that attitude contained to some glasses-wearing beanstalk. seriously, he should shrink a little. unfortunately for TSUKISHIMA, you just happened to be the doe-eyed sweetheart of the class everyone fawns over and as much as he was sick of hearing yamaguchi go on about you, he was falling under your spell too.

rain isn’t unusual around this time of year in miyagi, especially on days where you just so happened to forget your umbrella. tsukishima finds you with a light scowl on your face, staring out at the downpour. that persistent attitude comes out as he stands beside you, refusing to look down at you as he uncharacteristically offers — no, he states, that he’ll walk you home, “just get under my umbrella, dumbass. maybe if you spent less time daydreaming, you’d remember yours.”

no matter how much you refuse, waving him off, the blond is stubborn, maybe too stubborn. you can’t see his eyes behind the reflection of his glasses but if you could, you’d see the way his gaze trails down to your skirt and those knee high socks, edging at the absolute territory between them where your bare skin shows. he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger easily when you finally agree, shuffling awkwardly under the umbrella. tsukishima uses his height at an advantage as he holds the umbrella over the pair of you.

it’s awkward, silent for almost the entire way to your house. you curse under your breath at the waver of the precious shelter above you, the strong winds breaking it mere seconds later. ah. you couldn’t have wished for more things to do home when the downpour soaks you to the core, sending your blouse transparent and suddenly tsukishima can see that lacey bra underneath, a lump in his throat as you pick up the pace back to your place.

suddenly, you’re the persistent one, a sharp change from the angel of the classroom tsukishima was used to everyone doting on. your smile is innocent, coaxing him as you usher softly while the hot water fills into the small bathtub, “we’ll get sick if not, i’ll put your uniform in the dryer too.” tsukishima doesn’t forget how insistent you are to share the bath, ‘saving water’ in your words.

it’s more than difficult for him when he agrees, relaxing momentarily in the hug of hot water before you’re straddling his lap and it becomes a lot hotter. his glasses are discarded elsewhere in the small bathroom, his vision momentarily blurry but you’re close enough that he can make you out. tsukishima isn’t sure where to place his hands, faltering as he lets out an exhale and finally settles for lowering his hands beneath the surface and sitting them on your hips.

the scenario is unexpected and intimate, the way you rest your head on his shoulder as if you’re sleepy - you’re actually listening to the way his heart can’t stop racing. your chest pressed up against his, your sweet cunt barely a few inches away from his cock that keeps stirring ever-so-slightly at the circumstwnces. the water laps at your bodies, trickling down from your soaked hair into the folds and crevices of your flesh.

you’re not a fool, tsukishima can call you stupid all he likes but he knows you’re not actually an idiot - unlike kageyama or hinata. he knows you’re aware of his ongoing problem, the way he’s twitching and brushing against your inner thigh. he wishes he could read your mind when your hand reaches between your bodies, guiding his cock into your tight heat and eliciting a sharp hiss from his lips, his head thrown back against the edge of the bath.

tsukishima’s fingertips dig into your plush flesh, carving half moons from his nails as he exhales very shakily. the way your walls squeeze him, sinking down along his shaft is exactly how he imagined it during all those nights of pumping his fist up and down in desperate attempts to picture you above him, taking away all the stress of volleyball practice.

“be as loud as you want,” you coo into his ear, hot breath fanning over his skin as he tries to swallow. he’s blinking long eyelashes up at you, the way they frame his eyes hypnotising, “nobody else is home.”

his eyesight is too blurry to catch the ever so smug look on your face, breathy moans escaping against his neck as you rock your hips back and forth, back and forth. he falls apart so quick - this is much better than his fist, it’s luring him further and further under the water like a siren’s call. his whimpers drown out the sloshing of water against the side of the bathtub, panting for breath while you nip and suck at the pale skin of his neck, littering him in your own personal art.

“good boy, you’re being such a good boy,” you sigh, unable to stop a moan as he bucks his hips up to meet yours, choking on your noises momentarily. your nails dig into his shoulder for stability, raising your head to witness the flushed face of the proud middle blocker, his cheeks hot to the touch, “someone’s eager… you’re doing so well.”

tsukishima takes the praise and runs with it — good boy, you called him a good boy. god, he needs that committed to memory, he needs to hear you say it again as he swallows the lump in his throat and whines out, “please- please don’t stop- feels so good—”

who are you to deny as you circle your hips, huffing out a curse that tsukishima doesn’t miss above his strangled moans? his pretty lips are parted and you just can’t help yourself, cupping his jaw and pressing your thumb to his lower lip. tsukishima has always given you the vibe of a brat, unable to hide his attitude from the rest of the class that he sneers down on but the second he’s presented with your thumb, he’s sucking it into the wet cavern of his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

now his moans are muffled but you’re staring contently into hazy eyes that are staring right back, regardless of how well he can see you. tsukishima knows damn well that you look so fucking beautiful right now, just like how he’s always imagined you above him. he prays that he gets another chance at this, one where he’s able to wear his glasses and see you in all your glory as you bounce on his cock, quiet mewls escaping your lips.

“do you want to finish, baby?” you mumble, tilting your head as he nods a little on your digit, eager and desperate to chase that high, the one he’s daydreamed about when he’s sneakily watched you in class, his pants insufferably tight. he thinks he was sneaky, at least but the way you’re rocking and sliding wet breasts against his chest, he’s starting to think you saw through him the whole time.

suddenly, just as his balls tighten and he’s gripping you tighter - an orchestrated symphony of muffled moans erupting from his chest, you’re pulling your hips off him, his high torn from him as he finally pulls off your thumb to pant, crying out.

you smile wickedly, your drool coated thumb tracing down from his lips to his jaw to one of those sensitive perked nipples to draw out another pathetic whine, “you’ll get your chance, tsukki. good boys get rewards… i don’t want to waste a drop in the water.”

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Kakashi Anastasia AU. Specifically bc I started listening to once upon a december on loop, oops

But umm. Anastasia AU. Taking place in a weird mix of old Russia and old Japan with little to no shinobi presence. The Hatake house was once this great, powerful clan that ruled over Iron Country, till a man (stuck between Danzo or Madara— tho also Orochimaru could make for a funny Rasputin) swore to tear them down from their lofty position

Eventually pretty much the entire clan is killed and or scattered, and in the chaos Sakumo and Kakashi manage to escape the palace but are separated. Years pass and the political climate has chilled the fuck out, and while the Hatake's are no longer in charge, Sakumo remains in a position of relative wealth and power

Kakashi, meanwhile, who was a child at the time of the upheaval, has grown up and no longer remembers his father or anything of his former life— he doesn't even remember his previous name, going instead by Sukea.

But there's a rumor on the streets, that somehow Kakashi had survived. And that his father would pay his weight in gold to see him again

And so between markets selling old Hatake belongings stolen from the palace, Rin and Obito strike up a plan to find themselves a Kakashi look alike, train him to the part, and present him as the "real" Kakashi— all for the reward.

And they find the perfect Kakashi in the shape of one street boy named Sukea

So I'm typing this out and I cant lie, I'm a bit torn between Kakashi as our Anastasia or Sakumo. I think both could make for pretty interesting stories, so lets just do both, actually. For fun.

Kakashi as Anastasia

So like I said, Rin and Obito as Dimitri and Vladimir.

They're scrappy street conmen, and their latest great idea to get the hell out of their shitty situation called life is to make themselves a 'Kakashi' to present to Sakumo and hopefully get the big reward.

This plan sounds pretty shitty, but they have one big advantage— Obito and Rin both actually used to work in the palace, and were there the night the Hatake's fell. In fact, that night Obito actually helped Kakashi and Sakumo both escape through one of the hidden servants halls, set into the wall as a false wall. So he came out of that night knowing how they'd escaped and also holding onto a music box that belonged to Kakashi, which he'd dropped.

Obito's big plan is to use the music box to prove his Kakashi is the real one, as presumably only the real one would have it, especially since he'd had it on that fateful night (till he dropped it anyways)

So, Rin and Obito find Sukea, and they're like "oh man this is perfect, you have the hair and everything!" and Sukea is like "??? who are you people leave me the fuck alone???"

And the thing is, they dont like. Want to tell Sukea they want him to pretend to be Kakashi, bc he'd say no. But they have an advantage bc Sukea just so happens to have a very poor memory of his childhood, is an orphan, and is about the right age! So they instead just begin to gaslight him into believing he really is Kakashi

After a couple roadblocks, this works,,, surprisingly well, actually.

Anyways just Rin, Obito and Sukea road trip to fire country to reunite Sukea with his maybe dad, Sakumo

Over the course of getting there, little bits and pieces of his childhood begins to come back to Sukea. Helped along, ofc, by Obito and Rin feeling his own history to him.

And ofc as Rin and Obito are feeding him this information he's going "omg its all coming back to me,, I remember that guy,, I also remember (thing they never told him about)"

And they're looking nervously at each other like "??? did you tell him that?? I didn't tell him that"

and Sukea is taking to their lessons incredibly easily (almost like he really did this all as a kid, wow how impressive)

And at this point also just, have fun w the Hatake lore. Really get in there, there's a great excuse of Rin and Obito teaching him about his families history.

Uhh fun scene of Obito teaching Sukea to ballroom dance,,,, Rin is playing music for them as Kakashi takes to it like a fish to water, quickly outpacing Obito. Rin is giving a side eye at the romantic tension between them as Obito gets way too flustered as Sukea teases him ab who there is the real dance instructor

It's around this time that Sukea really does become Kakashi, even in his own mind

They arrive in fire country !!!

Obito and Rin are both starting to feel uhh,, a bit of guilt for having so thoroughly gaslit Sukea into thinking he's Kakashi, especially as when they arrive, they are hearing rumors of how there are plenty of other fake Kakashi's hounding Sakumo.

And like. Oh man, if their Kakashi is caught as a fake it'll probably fucking crush him. They've convinced this man that he's going to meet his long-lost father.

But also, hey, if they get him in, everyone's happy, right? Sukea gets a father, Sakumo gets a son, Rin and Obito get their money!

And then they'll split ways. And that's fine. Obito is so fine about that. There's no reason at all why he'd feel bad about having to split up from Kakashi now, like, at all. In the slightest. Shut the fuck up Rin.

(Obito might be starting to catch a feeling or two and its just all a mess. It's a slow moving car crash and they're in too deep to back out now)

So they approach Sakumo— or try to, anyways. Seeing as he's, yk, the last standing Hatake, important guy, all that, they don't get very far. But they do manage to get an audience with one of his servants. Who for this we're going to say is uhhhhhhh

throwing a dart at a board here, yk what? Dan. Sakumo's trusted second in this au is gonna be Dan, Tsunade's dead boyfriend. Good for him.

So they get an audience with Dan, and Obito and Rin are like "omg look its the REAL Kakashi !!!!" and Dan is like "yeah thats what the last 10 "real Kakashi's" all said."

But he starts asking Kakashi questions, ab his history, all that, and it's going pretty well. Kakashi has remembered a lot of this, and had a lot more of it trained into him by Rin and Obito— who are, by the way, also in the room and sweating bullets as the interrogation happens.

But then Dan asks the final question. How did Kakashi get out of the palace that fateful day.

And Obito is like oh fuck I didn't tell him that one. But it's too late, bc Kakashi is thinking it over, and finally Kakashi goes,

"there was this boy,,, and he,, opened up a wall, I think. For us to escape through."

Which, again, Obito never told anyone about.

So Obito is like [incredibly loud 10 car pile up noises] oh FUCK this is THE ACTUAL KAKASHI

but he cant say shit bc the interview is ongoing and hey, good news, they passed!! Dan will go tell Sakumo he has (another) Kakashi here to see him.

So as they wait, Kakashi wanders off for some fresh air and Obito tells Rin what he realized, and Rin is like, oh my GOD????? Oh fuck, we ,,, actually found his family. Obito, we actually found the Hatake heir

and Obito is like I KNOW!!!

and Rin is like Obito, we FOUND THE ACTUAL HATAKE HEIR !!!!!

And Obito is like I KNOW !!!!!!!!!!!

So they're freaking the FUCK out but then Kakashi comes back in and they have to pretend like they weren't hyperventilating 2 seconds ago while Kakashi kinda side eyes them and goes "damn, and I thought I was nervous about this"

So. They are allowed to see Sakumo.

Specifically, Obito is allowed to see Sakumo while Rin and Kakashi wait outside in the hallway.

So Obito is brought in by Dan, whos like,

"hey boss, this is uhh—"

"Uchiha Obito"

"This is Uchiha Obito, he claims to have found Kakashi."

and Sakumo, who is hella depressed and totally sick of this shit, is like "oh great, another one."

and Obito is like, "omg ur uhh. Highness. Majesty. Sir Hatake. Fuck."

And Sakumo is looking at him, very visibly unimpressed, and it's really not helping Obito's nerves right now.

So Obito tries to make his case but Sakumo is frankly just not hearing it— he's seen so many fake Kakashi's and he's just. So tired. He wants to be left alone. His son is dead, he's given up hope.

And suddenly Sakumo is squinting and going, wait what was your name again?

And when Obito tells him, Sakumo is snorting and going "yeah bitch, I've heard of you. Werent you holding auditions for a good person to play Kakashi?"

and Obito kind of bluescreens and is like, "I mean— Yes, but— Listen, you dont understand, this is the real Kakashi!"

And Sakumo is like "Yeah, sure he is kid. I bet you trained him real nice and authentic too. Bet he's very impressive. Get the fuck outta here."

And Dan pushes him out of the room— straight into Kakashi. Who heard everything and has made some pretty damn logical assumptions, and is now totally devastated

So Kakashi Rin and Obito (but mostly Kakashi and Obito) get into a shouting match as Kakashi is just. Devastated. So what, Obito and Rin have been using him this entire time? It was all a lie? They never really thought he was Kakashi, they just played into his vulnerability and desire to know his family, because they wanted the reward money?

And Obito and Rin both are trying to say no, they promise— Or well, at first, but you have to hear them out, he's the real deal!

But they're tripping over their words in their panic and Kakashi— Sukea —isn't hearing it. Isn't interested.

Sukea stomps off, leaving a totally devastated Obito and Rin and a pretty awkward Dan, who just kinda stood by and watched this all happen like "damn, tough luck"

But it's not over yet, Obito and Rin both refuse to let it be over yet. So Rin distracts Dan as Obito proceeds to car jack Sakumo when he goes to leave the opera house this whole thing went down at.

And Sakumo is like "I will literally fucking kill you. Pull the car over NOW." as Obito is absolutely terrified for his life but more determined than ever (and just praying the glass between him and Sakumo protects his ass)

And they finally get to the hotel Kakashi and them had been staying at, and Obito slams the door open and is like "LOOK—"

Sakumo punches him in the face.

Obito is pretty sure his nose just shattered.

Obito tries again, through the blood and pain, with a now harder to understand but no less determined, "LOOK—"

His nonstop determination to be a fucking maniac is impressing Sakumo just a little bit by now, so he decides to see what this loser has to say.

Obito gives Sakumo the music box he picked up from the palace way back in the beginning of all of this, and begs him to just see Kakashi. And Sakumo, sick and tired of all of this but genuinely shaken by the reappearance of his son's music box... agrees.

So! Sakumo heads upstairs to where Kakashi is very angrily packing his shit up, getting ready to haul his ass back to Iron Country, alone. And he knocks on the door and Kakashi shouts at him to go the FUCK AWAY, OBITO !!!! HE DOESNT WANT TO SEE YOUR LYING BITCH ASS EVER AGAIN !!!!!!

And Sakumo is like, "well. You have the attitude to play my son, at least."

And Kakashi freezes and is like, "oh my god Im— Im so sorry. Oh fuck, Im so sorry, why are you here, I— I'm sorry, this is a waste of you time, I never meant to pretend to be your son, I just wanted to know who I was"

And Sakumo just kind of watches him as Kakashi keeps talking, apologizing, cursing Obito and Rin's names both, trying to explain he had no idea that this was supposed to be a con, refusing not to even look at Sakumo.

Kakashi just keeps talking till Sakumo finally interrupts, admitting, "I have to say, you are the most convincing actor I've seen so far."

Kakashi kind of blanks.

They talk.

Kakashi shares things he remembers. Sakumo listens. He tries not to hope, he tries so hard not to hope, but he can't help the feeling that wells up inside of him each passing moment that Kakashi speaks.

This entire time, Kakashi has had a necklace. It's nothing too special; he likes to fidget with it sometimes. He's had it as long as he can remember. It's now, that Sakumo notices it. Asks him what it is.

"What, this?" Kakashi looks at the necklace, which he genuinely forgets he has sometimes. "I've had it since.... forever, I guess."

Sakumo shows him the music box, and immediately, Kakashi knows what to do.

The necklace fits into the music box's lock like it was made to be there. Probably because it was.

Kakashi looks at Sakumo with the same painfully hopeful eyes, the same expression of 'Was this it? Did I do it right?' that he used to aim at his father whenever he learned something new.

Sakumo crumbles.

So!!! Reuinion time !!!! Kakashi and Sakumo both cry, it's a big messy thing, they are very happy. Tears and emotional vulnerability all around.

Rin finally makes it home, looking a little ruffled from some presumed off screen fight between her and some security guards, but fine over all. She approaches Obito, gasping out an urgent, "How did it go?"

Obito doesn't even look at her, only nods up towards the second story window. "Look for yourself."

Rin follows his gaze, greeted with the sight of father in son hugging each other like they were scared the other would disappear if they loosened their grip so much as a single fraction.

"Oh." Rin says, torn between awe and relief.

"Oh." Obito echoes, feeling about the same way.

Later that week, Obito is called in to accept his reward money. He's already discussed it with Rin, and they both agreed— they can't accept it. It... doesn't feel right.

Sakumo is surprised. Impressed, even. He walks Obito out and they pass by Kakashi, who is like, "well have a GREAT life, Obito. With all your stupid REWARD MONEY, since that's all you ever REALLY wanted!"

And Obito doesn't argue, doesn't deny it, just leaves. Figuring it's the best thing he can do for Kakashi. But as he goes, Sakumo turns to Kakashi and is like "yeah so he didnt accept the money lmao"

Kakashi blue screens.

"He,,, didn't accept,,, the money?" Then, what was this all for? What the fuck? Kakashi, above all else, finds himself really fucking mad.

So what. Obito and Rin trick him, lies to him, brings him here under false pretenses that... end up not being so false, if only by chance. Then they have the gall to NOT accept their reward, to return home in defeat, abandoning Kakashi here, like cowardly little BITCHES

Long story short: Kakashi chases after Obito in the street. It's a very busy street, they have a large audience— not that either of them seem to care.

There is screaming. There may be a punch thrown. Possibly two.

In the mess of it all, someone kisses the other. It's unclear who starts it, but the next thing Kakashi knows there are lips on his, teeth clicking angrily against his teeth as they swap from fighting with their fists to fighting in a much less effective way.

When Kakashi drags Obito back inside, his father doesn't look as surprised as Kakashi feels like he should.

Umm then they all lived happily ever after, the end <3

I ended up not really using a Rasputin character for this, which tbh Im ok with. I think the more down to earth take is kinda fun in itself, so I'll stick to it.

Anyways. On the flip side:

Sakumo as Anastasia

I think Sakumo could make a particularly interesting Anastasia in part due to his age. Because where Kakashi is this young man, honestly still probably like 18/19 year old guy, reuniting with his dad, learning about his past, all of that good stuff— Sakumo is in his early 30's, a whole grown man with a child, doing the same thing.

There's no cap on how old you can be to learn about your past or rediscover yourself, and I think Sakumo would make a fun Anastasia for that alone.

Also it's an excuse to use his mother in a plot, lmao

Sakumo has already had Kakashi, so he's like lugging around his 5 year old son with him this entire adventure, which is fun for the both of them.

I think the sanin would make for a very funny Dimitri and Vladimir. It's Jiriyah and Tsunade leading the charge on this excellent get rich quick scheme, Orochimaru is along for the ride

I spent so long on Kakashi as Anastasia, I kind of don't want to go too in depth with a Sakumo as Anastasia au, but like. It could be fun. Obviously, it'd hit p much all the same beats— this is one of those easy AUs that follow the original story pretty much one to one, tho idk if Sakumo's route would include any romance like Kakashi's did

Uhh, Sakumo/Orochimaru anyone I guess? I do love that pairing, it is true

Anyways now I'm watching this and this compellations of Dimitri, picturing him as Obito, Vladimir as Rin, and Anya as Sukea/Kakashi and having way too much fun giggling about it

Final thoughts: Anastasia is an excellent movie, you should watch it.

[nevadancitizen]

-> CH. 5: A COCKFIGHT FULL OF PRICKS

synopsis: you stick around valentine and get in a fight. you have an honest (and admittedly one-sided) talk with arthur.

word count: 3.3k

ships: Arthur Morgan/Modern!Reader, Van der Linde Gang & Reader

notes: the arthur morgan inside my head is so mean and urges me to write horrible things

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THE OLD SOUL OF AMERICA MASTERLIST

When you agreed to hang out with Charles and Javier, you thought it’d be a bit… calmer than this. Sure, you said you’d had enough of Valentine, but the offer to hang somewhere away from camp was like a siren’s call. An excuse to get out from under Grimshaw’s thumb was very tempting indeed.

But, still. The company is nice and the women are pretty. Combined with the (admittedly, small amount) of alcohol in your system, one of the women running a finger along your jaw was enough for you to almost giggle yourself into a grave. The saloon isn’t exactly a calm environment, but it’s nice.

Until Arthur shows up. He’s back from dealing with the guy from Blackwater, you guess.

“Oh, Arthur! Arthur, c’mere, c’mere.” Javier pulls away from one of the women – Anastasia. “Come over here, I want you to meet our friends.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Arthur says. It’s very clear he’s not pleased at all.

Anastasia looks him over once, leaning back against the bartop. “Well, ain’t you just a tough-as-teak mountain man?”

“Oh, you be quiet, Anastasia,” the other woman, Yasmine, says. “Anyone can tell this one is a pussy cat.”

“Exactly – yes, he’s a pussy… cat,” Javier says. (The way he’s almost falling over himself to impress the ladies makes you laugh.) “Ain’t that so, Arthur?”

“Whatever you say,” Arthur says. He looks the women over. “How much you cost, anyway?”

“Arthur,” you scold. His name slips out before you can put a proper filter on yourself and stop.

“Well, ain’t that a nice way to talk to a lady?” Anastasia says.

Arthur checks her up-and-down again in an exaggerated way. “Oh, I didn’t know I was talking to a lady.”

“Excuse me,” she spits. She pulls away from Javier, Yasmine in tow.

You sigh and watch them leave. You know what they were hoping for and working towards and that this is an unfortunate line of work that they’ve found themselves in, but their company was still nice. Being flirted with and touched and appreciated was still nice.

“Well, I must say,” Javier says, “you got a fine way with the women, amigo.”

Arthur steps up to the bartop next to Charles and takes one of the shots that’s littered on the counter. He knocks it back after mumbling “Yeah, a regular dandy and charmer.” He then continues: “Where’s Bill?”

“Oh, man,” Javier says. “I dread to think about it.”

You check over your shoulder just to look and see Bill coming through the batwing doors. You pat Charles’ forearm and point. “Hey, there he is.”

You and the others watch as Bill knocks into another man. He throws his arms up with a shout of “Hey, watch where you’re goin’!” He shoves the other man, and the other man backs away.

“He about to kiss that guy or punch him?” Arthur says.

Bill shoves the man harder and he falls into a table. Everyone flies out of their chairs and suddenly you’re much more sober.

“Oh!” Javier whoops. “And we have our answer!”

You’ve been in this situation before. And you hate that it’s a good excuse to get violent.

Instinct takes over and you grab what’s nearest to you – a chair. You turn and swing, cracking it over some guy’s back. It fractures and splinters. He doesn’t get up.

Something hits the back of your head and you’re dizzy. You turn back around. A man is shaking his hand. He didn’t expect punching the literal bone of your skull to hurt so much.

The splintered back of the chair is still in your hands. You swing it and it makes contact with his face. Spit flies from his mouth and you hit him again. Again, again.

You feel something touch your back and donkey kick backwards. Someone grabs your leg and pulls. You cry out and fall to the floor. Your front slams against wood.

You check over your shoulder. There’s a man above you, still holding your leg. You kick your free foot forward right into his crotch. He wheezes and collapses.

You scramble up and see three men crowding Bill into a corner. Without much thought, you latch onto the back of one of the men, pulling him away. You put your arm around his neck and squeeze.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” You growl through your teeth, high on adrenaline. You squeeze harder. “Yeah!”

He claws at the arm around his neck. He flails one of his arms behind him. He nails you in the liver, causing all your breath to leave you in a wheeze.

You stumble back just as someone comes thundering down the stairs at the back of the saloon. You gasp and cough as you turn to look.

The man that’s coming down shouts, “What the hell’s goin’ on down here?”

“No, Tommy,” the barkeep yells. “Stay outta this!”

Holy shit, you think to yourself as you take Tommy in. I can’t handle Tommy. I don’t think anybody can handle Tommy.

Javier seems to take your inward thinking as a challenge. He approaches Tommy and is immediately thrown onto a table and pummeled. Arthur punches Tommy in the back of the head and frees Javier.

“You good, Javier?” You call. 

“I’m fine!” He says.

A man grabs you from behind and bends you over, trapping you in a headlock. You flail your arm and grab blindly for his face. Your hand makes contact with something and you dig your nails in. Your finger pushes into something softer than bone – you press and curl your finger in. He cries out. You’re free.

You turn, panting. The man that trapped you is cradling his face. Blood runs down his cheek in a steady stream. You don’t care.

You check over your shoulder in time to see Arthur grapple Tommy. He throws Arthur over a table. Before Arthur can recover, he picks Arthur up and tosses him through a window.

You slam through the batwing doors and out into the rain. Other people are pouring out of buildings to watch the fight.

Arthur is stumbling to his feet, covered in mud. A nasty-looking bruise is already forming on one of his cheeks. Tommy is quick to follow him and continue the fight.

Bill, Charles and Javier come to stand beside you on the saloon porch and watch them fight. It’s quickly devolved into cheap shots and them just whaling on each other when the opportunity arises.

“You okay there, Arthur?” Charles calls.

“Yeah,” Arthur growls. “I got this son of a bitch.”

Arthur blocks a hit from Tommy with his forearms. You can hear the meaty sound the impact makes and cringe.

Locals are cheering: “Knock his head off, Tommy!” “Kick his teeth in!” and other things you’d hear in a crowd surrounding a fight. You decide to tip in.

“Get his ass, Arthur!” You cheer. “Closed casket funeral!”

“Yeah!” Javier yells. “Kick his ass!”

You glance over at Javier and smile. It’s nice to have camaraderie, even if that ‘camaraderie’ is being on the same side while watching what is, essentially, a cockfight. (Even if the two men in the cockfight are built more like bulls.)

Tommy throws Arthur into the ground. He gets on top of Arthur and starts bringing his fists down as hard and as quick as he can.

“No, c’mon, Arthur!” You shout. “Get up! Get him!”

Arthur grabs the sides of Tommy’s neck and grapples him. They hit and slap at each other, but Arthur eventually wins out. He gets on top of Tommy and starts returning the favor – hitting him like his life is on the line. (Hell, it may be.)

“Stop!” A voice from the crowd erupts. “Stop! Please!”

A man emerges from the small sea of people. He rushes forward, putting his hands on Arthur’s shoulders and pushing him away from Tommy.

“Please, I beg you,” he says. “Come, sir. You won the fight already, surely that’s enough?”

You look at Arthur’s face. His expression is one of anger – eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted, and teeth bared. Arthur lets go of Tommy and lets him fall to the mud.

“What business is it of yours?” He asks the man.

“No business.” The man coughs into his hand. “No business, sir. But, please… I beg you.”

Arthur pushes the man away and lumbers through the crowd. You follow shortly after.

Before you have a chance to say anything, a voice pipes up from the street: “Making new friends again I see, Arthur.”

You turn and see a man with a rather proper-looking mustache and a suit that you don’t doubt is very expensive. Dutch is standing beside him, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Look who we found sniffing about,” Dutch says.

“Josiah Trelawny,” Arthur drawls. “I thought you’d gone to New York.”

“And miss all this glamour? You must be joking,” Josiah says – then he spots you. “And who is this?”

Dutch gives him your name. “A stray we picked up in the Grizzlies, but they can handle themself alright. A halfway decent doctor, too.”

Josiah does a flourished bow. “Delighted to meet you.”

You rub the right side of your abdomen, where you were hit, and nod in his direction. “Nice to meet you, too. How’re you?”

“Well! Quite well, indeed.” Josiah turns to Dutch and Arthur and leans in. “I went to Blackwater looking for you gentlemen. You’re not very popular there, it seems.”

Arthur eases himself down on the steps of a storefront porch. He puts a hand on his cheek and flexes and stretches his jaw.

“Ah! Javier and Charles. I’ve missed you,” Josiah says. “And Bill, looking as well as can be.”

You look to the left and see them coming over, checking themselves for injuries and massaging sore spots like you and Arthur. Javier rolls his shoulder back and jerks his elbow straight. Bill is massaging his hip like there’s a bruise forming. Charles is standing, arms crossed, like he wasn’t just in a fight at all.

“Gentlemen,” Josiah says, bowing to the three of them. “Always a pleasure.”

“You’re right,” Dutch says. “We ain’t too popular in Blackwater.”

“We left a lotta money there,” Arthur mumbles.

“And young Sean, it seems,” Josiah adds, as if it were an afterthought.

Everyone’s heads snap to him – apart from you, of course. But this still seems important.

“Sean?” Dutch says. “You’ve found him?”

“Yes, I have,” Josiah says. “He’s being held by some bounty hunters trying to see how much money the government will pay them.”

You glance around the group. Everyone’s expressions are hardened, like they’ve already resigned themselves to rescuing Sean. Hopefully you can stay back and give them a thumbs-up as encouragement and not get in the way. (But knowing your luck, everything’s bound to go sideways.)

“I know he’s in Blackwater,” Josiah continues, “but there’s talk of them moving.”

“Well, if we step foot in Blackwater…” Arthur pauses, then touches his jaw. He flinches, then groans and puts more pressure on it. After a second, he spits and stands. “Then we’re dead men for sure.”

“There’ll be Pinkertons all over the place,” Dutch says. “But if he’s alive, we’ve gotta try.”

“Yeah,” Arthur mumbles. “Of course.”

Josiah’s eyes glance over you, then Javier, then Bill, then Charles, but when they land on Dutch, they stay on Dutch. “It’s you they want.”

“Always is.” Dutch turns and gestures at people as he continues. “Charles, go find out what you can – carefully. Josiah, take Javier. Arthur, go get yourself cleaned up. Join them when you’re ready.”

You turn and walk up the steps to the storefront and sit down on a bench by the store’s door. You sigh and lean your head back against the wall. At least you have some time to recover before some other stupid bullshit happens. Apparently, Bill doesn’t have the same ideas as you.

He asks Dutch: “Well, what about me?”

Dutch turns in an exaggerated way to face Bill. “Well exactly, what about you?”

“Wh–what does that mean?” Bill asks.

“Ah, Bill.” Dutch throws a hand up exasperatedly. “Come on.”

They start walking away and you close your eyes. You do a mental check-over of your body, and everything seems normal… apart from the things that obviously aren’t. Your liver is still aching from the hit you took.

Arthur comes back from the… communal wash bucket (ew), you guess you could call it. He plops himself right down next to you, still rubbing his jaw.

“I didn’t know you could fight,” he says.

“It wasn’t really fighting,” you say. “I used a chair.”

“I wasn’t aware the Mojave had different rules for barfightin’.” He brings his hand to his jaw and begins massaging the joint again.

“It doesn’t,” you mumble.

You sit by Arthur and watch people go back to their regular routines. People return to their homes and businesses. Someone walks two horses down the street and into the stables. You can’t help but sigh softly.

“If you want a horse,” Arthur says, “you don’t need to huff about it.”

“Huh?” You turn back to him. He’s already watching you. “The horses? No, I… I don’t want a horse.”

“That’s right.” Arthur points at you. “You… ride mules.”

Your face twists and your lip curls. Arthur catches it before you can mask it.

“What’s that look for?” He asks.

“You said it like it was derogatory,” you say. “Like it was an insinuation for… I don’t know.”

Arthur shrugs and turns away, back to watching people. You follow suit.

It’s that damned song-and-dance again. Sometimes you wish you could blurt out, “I’m from the future and – by the way – I may be in a coma! You’re probably totally fictional and I hate that my brain came up with someone as brash and angry as you. So forgive me if I’m a little slow on the uptake – I grew up thinking 9/11 was pretty bad, but you were a toddler when the Civil War ended.”

But you can’t say that. Because Arthur would look at you like you were insane, call you insane, and out you as insane to everyone else. You’d spend the rest of your days as a lab rat in some barely-legal sanatorium, drooling and doped up on LSD.

“You keep touching your jaw,” you say instead. “Does it feel alright?”

“It’ll be fine,” Arthur says. “Just got hit hard, that’s all. What about you?”

“My liver’s bruised.” You rub your side. “That’s probably the worst of it, and it doesn’t even hurt that bad.”

“Now, where’d you learn to fight like that?” He asks.

You cross one leg over the other at the knee and lean back. “I just… I was an angry kid. I got into a lot of fights.”

“And now you’re a sore bundle of nerves,” Arthur says. “Strange how that works.”

My anger turned into anxiety, you think. Are you really that stupid that you can’t see how much I hate getting violent? How much I hate slipping into some… rage-induced stupor? Please, Arthur, tell me even you’re not that dumb.

“It’s just being in a new… everything, I guess. Everything’s new,” you say. Your voice comes out quieter than you meant it to. “It’s hard to manage my anxiety.”

“Well, that’s great, isn’t it?” Arthur laughs. “Our sawbones is riddled with nerves and prone to fits of rage. That’s just perfect.”

“Can you fucking stop that?” You snap. The words come out before you can stop them. “I’ve tried to be nice every time I talk to you and you just make fun of me! Don’t you know how hard it is? How hard it is, being surrounded by people with guns and – and living like this?”

You take a breath, but don’t pause long enough for Arthur to interject. “I’m always having to prove myself and you come in here with the goddamn cherry on top – yes, I have anxiety. Yes, it’s hard to manage, and I – I…”

You stand and clench your fists. “I’m going to get a horse. And I’m going to get far away from you.”

You walk away before Arthur can say anything. You don’t even know if he wants to say anything. Probably not. If he said anything, it would probably be about how he didn’t mean it like that or some other similar horseshit.

He pointed a gun at you. A gun! It’s been weeks, and he hasn’t even tried to apologize for pointing a fucking gun at you. An actual, real G-U-N gun!

You slip into an alley between buildings and keep walking. Tears well up in your waterline and you blink furiously to keep them at bay. You don’t know why – the rain would hide them well enough. Maybe you just don’t want to give Arthur the credit for being able to make you cry.

You keep walking. You don’t even know if you want a horse anymore, but the soles of your feet are sore and you don’t want to walk.

You stop and rest your back against a building and just watch the normal people with their normal lives. How abnormal you must be, compared to them. If you told any of them the truth, they’d put you in a ward.

You want to tell them. It’d be an easy way out. You don’t want to tell them. Do you? God.

A horse trots by, a man too drunk for his own good atop her back. He waves happily to you, a wide smile on his face. He then promptly leans and drops off the horse, one of his feet caught in the stirrup.

You rush over and pull him up before he suffocates himself in the mud. He slurs out a few words in a mumble and immediately passes out.

The universe is apologizing, you think to yourself. Thank you, universe. I do not accept your apology, but I do accept this horse.

This would be ideal except for one glaring obstacle: you’ve never ridden a horse in your life. Or a mule, for that matter.

You unhook the man’s boot from the stirrup and think back to the Spaghetti Westerns you’ve seen. You grab the horse’s reins and put one of your feet in the stirrup.

With one fluid motion, you haul yourself up into the saddle. You didn’t have any issues with balance or with the horse doing anything unpredictable. You just… mounted her. Like it was easy, or something.

“Okay,” you say softly to yourself.

You spur the horse (despite the fact you don’t have spurs on your boots) and she starts walking. Surprisingly, you don’t feel scared. You don’t really feel much of anything – it’s like you’ve done this a million times before. You thought you’d be scared, or excited, or another intense emotion. You don’t feel anything at all.

“Let’s go.” You spur the horse harder and she breaks into a canter.

The ground underhoof turns from mud to harder dirt. The horse takes no issue with the rain, the thunder that’s rolling in, or the inexperienced rider atop her back. (Maybe choosing one that belonged to a drunk was a good idea.)

Eventually, you come across roads that are barren of other people. It’s just you and the horse, the rain and the clouds.

You spur her harder. She breaks out into a gallop.

“Faster,” you urge. You tuck yourself down, a smile on your face as you spur her again. “C’mon, girl!”

Peals of delighted laughter leave you before you even register that you’re laughing. Wind is blowing through your hair, rain is pelting your face, and you’ve never felt more alive.

You don’t have a sister. You don’t have a niece. You don’t have Arthur Morgan criticizing your every word and move.

You’re free. And what a joyous thing being free is.