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iâm a huge fan of weather and climate. weather and climate is good even when itâs bad and evil and trying to kill me
#talking and blathering#weather stuff#IF I COULD BE A CLIMATE SCIENTIST I WOULDâŚ.unfortunately i am bad at math#i would even settle for being a storm chaser tbhâŚ.or news stations can send me out into the STORM#I WOULD DO IT
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đ- comfort podcast
đť- a podcast that scares you
comfort podcast: two way tie between wolf 359 and wrong station! i have only listened to w359 one time but i am CONSTANTLY thinking about it and it is so so good. i love you doug eiffel i love you daniel jacobi i love you renee minkowski. on the other hand i have been a religious listener of wrong station for like four years and it has some of my favorite horror podcast episodes of all time (everyone please listen to episodes 10 and 61, they are so so very good. also listen to episodes 92-94: the hunting of the lathe worm). the choice is impossible
podcast that scares me: oooooo it's another tie i'm afraid. this time between the white vault and the silt verses. the white vault gets me with the sheer unknowability of its horror; there's some explanation in the last season but the core of it remains along the lines of "we know this horrific incomprehensible thing exists and we can't fix it, only make it marginally less bad" and i am HERE for that. inevitable and unrelenting forces of nature my beloveds. and then the silt verses is just. so phenomenal in so many ways. there is so much i could say about it but i think the best example of the way it scares me is the scene in ep 27 when paige and hayward drive through the carnage of their god's birth. that is one of the only podcast scenes that has ever dropped my jaw and made me physically stop in my tracks (closely followed by the watcher in the wings episode and the cave echo angel episode). the horror in the silt verses is so visceral and it does an incredible job of making such a fantastical setting feel so real. i can not WAIT for more (i also stole the entire "there can be a god for anything as long as enough people believe hard enough and make a good enough sacrifice" for my homebrew d&d setting and for that i am eternally grateful)
#eiffel and jacobi my husbands...... <3#fr tho i am BEGGING you all to listen to wrong station ep 61 i will die on the hill of making all my friends listen to it#it changed my brain chemistry instantly#it has similar vibes to transistor (this tag is for one specific mutual you know who you are)#i'm currently relistening to the white vault and it is so much scarier and more tragic when you know what's coming#i'm super excited for whatever the hell they have coming after listening to anomaly#it also REALLY hits different given that i'm a scientist studying extremely cold environments. i'm Scared#if i hear ONE 'when you see it' while i'm in alaska this summer i'm out of there#the silt verses though. oh my god#can not speak highly enough about it#oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooough i have so many thoughts i can't fit them all in the tags.#podcasts my beloved......#anon asks
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"...and, at the end of it all, this is the truth of you. The truth of your ruinous, shaky hands. The truth of you whole, de-fleshed, flayed. Your bones are harbingers, your fingers methods of decay. You are the mouthpiece for death. You remember the Bhagavad Gita and I am become death, destroyer of worlds. Look at me, you say, I am Time itself, and I must one day destroy your world as I have always done.Â
In the light of a long dead star, the last astronaut wakes up. After six decades, the worst has come to pass. The earth is dead, the sun has gone, and the mission to find a new, viable home has failed. There are no more horizons for humanity.
This Grave Calls You Home is a sci-fi thriller set in space after humanity is forced to leave Earth's ravaged surface following nuclear devastation and an environmental collapse. You play as an ER nurse aboard the NEW HORIZON, an immense space station courtesy of THE COALITION OF THE LAST FRONTIER. This colossal facility, a self-contained city in orbit, houses the remnants of humanity. And it is here that your days pass in monotony, caring for the irradiated people born from Earth and the critically ill, trying your best to survive the relentless demands of the Emergency Room and your own deteriorating mental health. When a patrol flagship discovers the ARCADIA-II - a long-forgotten relic from humanity's past - and finds within slumbers an astronaut who had failed at delivering humanity from destruction, the routine of your life is throughly interrupted. As the mystery of the ARCADIA-II and PROJECT ODYSSEY unfold, you learn that your part in this could mean humanity's salvation.
Or you could be its extinction.
YOU WILL LIKE THIS IF YOU LIKE: - INTERSTELLAR - THE LOCKED TOMB SERIES - BLADERUNNER - HEAVEN WILL BE MINE - TIME TRAVEL AND TIME LOOPS - GHOST STATION - ALIEN
THE LAST ASTRONAUT(M/F 25)- ALEX STERN "...my love, i no longer know what it is to be warm." The lone ranger, the last star. The failure of deliverance. Feel their breath against yours, cup their ribcage into your hands to feel the long, dead beat of their heart. You know them, you know them. You swear you do.
THE SCIENTIST (F 23) - OPHELIA VALDEZ "...in the wake of dawn," she says, "it has only ever been you." The General's daughter and the brightest mind the world has ever seen. You brush your fingers along the bone of her brow and marvel at her atoms meeting yours. maybe science is religion, you think. maybe you will bend and lick and worship her taste on your mouth.
THE ENGINEER (THEY/THEM 24) - PUCK GOODFELLOW "is that your real name?" "no," they smile. "nothing has ever been mine own. i belong to you. give me a new name. give me a new life. i am yours." The scent of engine oil and gritted teeth. Place your mouth against their neck and taste the blood of a covenant past. They hold you in their palms; you feel the promise of something greater, something before.
THE BOTANIST (M/F 25) - CAIA / CAIUS CAIN "i am no good at words. i'm good in the dirt and the roots and the trees. darling, you've been in everything i touch." the cool touch of water, liberation at their smile. Take the bite and know what it means to become. Dig your hands deep, deep in the earth and feel what it means to love.
THE MAJOR (TRANS M 27) - JONATHAN STERN "i have given my life to duty, to sacrifice, to obligation. i wish to give it to you, now, instead. it has been an honor serving you." A past marked by violence made by hands meant to touch. To soothe. He holds you tight against his chest and if you close your eyes you can still smell the smoke. He holds you like an apology. Like a prayer.
DEMO (coming soon!) - PLAYLIST - FAQ
#Interactive fiction#IF#IF WIP#wip#twine if#twine interactive fiction#interstellar#the locked tomb#tlt#science fiction#space#space horror#choice of games#cyoa#this grave calls you home#current wip#aesthetic#dashingdon#interactive novel#twine game#itch.io#hoo my god im so nervous#anyway#interactive fiction wip#interactive game#story driven game#gamedev#indiedev#game development#indiegamedev
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Context before getting into the actual idea: I recently saw some fanart based on concept art for Dr Ratio where he has slightly longer, messier hair and the fanart interpreted this as him having a bit of a rebellious phase when he was younger.
So now Iâm just thinking about Reader going to school with him when he was going through this phase. He had a bit of a crush on her but didnât know how to express it so he just messed with her constantly.
And now they meet again when heâs changed and he hasnât gotten over her sheâs just getting massive amounts of whiplash from how wildly different he is. Could be yandere đ
Anon. I am GRIPPINT YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. Listen. Unfortunately i doubt i did this justice but i tried my best PLEASE okay
A bit long, under the cut!
Its not exactly easy to imagine Dr. Ratio of all people being rebellious, but that just makes it even more possibly believeable in my opinion. I am deeply convinced he has had his crazy scientist, jerkward asshole phase at least once and was soo deeply embarassed the moment he left it.
But listen. His professors all probably HATED him because he would probably constantly correct them, be so disgustingly overeducated to the point they'd send him to the library or tell him to get lost just so he wouldn't disrupt class. He's the infamous asshole who sits wherever he wants, and hoardes an entire table to himself if he's at the library or at the cafeteria. Any student who needs a pen or eraser or a pencil knows he's NOT the one to ask, even if it was in the middle of an exam worth half their grade and he was the only person beside them. He does literally anything he wants and no one can stop him except probably by force, and if they do, something worse ends up happening to them instead.
Anyways, here comes in reader. Probably already knows his sour reputation. Regardless, maybe you're the poor soul who's his seatmate. If the crush is already established, he's constantly bothering you. Asking for stationaries like the entirety of his desk isn't covered by it already (he likes the miniscule interaction), taking your notebooks without your knowledge and sometimes even scribbling inside of them (its his horrid handwriting, he's just trying to help you with detailed notes), he comments on how "lame" your outfit is, asking about your social life, rolling his eyes when your response isn't exactly.. pleasing (he's actually a bit content with it. Perhaps you'll hang out with him more, instead?). You note the smell of alcohol trailing him a bit everytime you interact with him.
It's not easy for him, especially when you can't seem to keep up and look so queasy around him. Aeons, his heart is so twisted up and squeezed everytime he seems to be getting more distant from you, but he just has no idea how to convey his feelings. Not when he didn't even account for the fact he'll have a crush on anyone in the first place.
Anyways, timeskip!
You're probably a researcher of some sort, maybe not so well known. Let's just say for the sake of simplicity you're a researcher on Herta's space station. It's not too soon before he runs into you, probably after the whole mess at the station's been "cleaned up" regarding the curio and whatever. Maybe he doesn't leave right after that interaction with Screwellum, and he decides to, by his curiosity, take a look around once again before he leaves (certainly not because he's heard a familiar name thrown around a few times).
And there you are. In your little research-getup, professional vernacular, hair all neat. He's probably right behind you in an instant, and you turn around to look as the colleague you were talking to suddenly starts stuttering and becoming squeamish while looking behind you. There he is, in all his (cruel?) Glory. The infamous asshole who was your classmate.
But.. it's surprising how much more mellow he's become (at least towards you?). His hair are neatly tamed, his build is taller and more muscular than it was back then, but his attire is also quite tame (if not a little.. fancy?), compared to his brash taste back then. His eyes still seem to hold contempt, but more distantly so.
Veritas figures your mouth is agape and you're speechless considering the change in his countenance as of recent. He's also not yet come to terms with the fact that his heart still twists and squeezes whenever he sees that unsure look on your face. If you were made of clay, and if he could, he'd meld the most beautiful smile on your face with his craftful fingers. Alas, he resorts to tamer methods. At least he supposes he's a wiser man, now. He's more aware of different courting methods.
He asks about your station, your current life, family, friends, etc .. in a seemingly disinterested tone. There's a bit of resignation but hidden constrain in his voice, everytime you mention a "close friend" of yours or a colleague you worked with "closely". But he hasn't been berating you the way he would have back then. His fingers slightly constantly strain, folded behind his back, trying desperately not to taper towards you â there's stray strands of hair on your face. Your headpiece is off centre. Your pen is slanting in your pocket. Your shoulders are too tense. Your eyebrows are furrowed. your eyes look tired. Have your lips always been chapped? They were fine back then.. hold on.
While you stutter out useless formalities and pleasantries, Veritas' eyes scan you over. Time has weathered you well, in his opinion. The thin line of his pressed lips dont quite indicate that. He sighs almost grimly, shutting you up in an instant. He offers you to accompany him and possibly consider joining the Intelligentsia Guild (is it not worth a shot trying? It may be foolish, but he's a tad too desperate when it comes to you). You timidly mumble out a refusal, the words barely leaving your mouth. He nods.
Catching up makes his heart squeeze and rush all over the place. Topics he once tried to teach you back then (by.. VERY unsuccessful methods,) seem to be elementary knowledge to you now. You work more efficiently, hold yourself in a better, more confident way, and you seem to be smoothsailing in your life. Granted, it's technically the bare minimum, but its been so long since he talked to you. The chirp in your voice, the chuckle you let out every now and then despite your nervousness around him, has his heart in his throat. He can't bring himself to try and even "set you straight" by giving you (unwarranted) advice or piddling your achievements, there's a soft smile he's duly hiding behind his scorning face.
He offers you again, if you are unsure about joining the Guild, and discreetly mentions it being filled with imbeciles regardless when you deny again, pulling another string of laughter out of you. Hmph, you weren't so joyful when he made those statements back in high school.
Granted,you're obviously still not quite sure about Veritas' new look. He's still got his infamous reputation as an extremely strict teacher, the oddball with an alabastor head and having worked with the IPC, it's not a pleasant image per se, but it's heaps better than his reputation back at school. You politely make a joke about it, and he groans, earning another cautious, light chuckle from you. He has become different. You prattle on about the length of his hair, his refinement of speech, the difference in how he holds himself now.. it does leave him melting a tad bit inside. You noticed it? Hm. Clever little thing.
Of course, goodbyes are seldom sweet. He does manage to pry out your contact information once again, before. If you don't budge,he finds another way regardless. Your network of colleagues aren't exactly as strong as you might have thought. He remembers this information carefully.
Like the old days, maybe he'll manage to keep slipping notes into your reports and files. Perhaps pull a few strings back in the old days to keep you in his class, he'll slowly knot and twist a few strings to bring and budge you over to his little workplace. Sooner or later, you'll end up in his home. He's sure of it.
And just like the old days, his little seatmate is by his side once again. Care to put up with him for a bit longer? Probably forever, in this case.
#moonink#hsr#honkai star rail#yandere hsr x you#hsr x y/n#hsr x you#hsr x reader#hsr x gender neutral reader#yandere hsr x reader#yandere hsr#yandere honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai x reader#yandere honkai star rail#hsr veritas ratio#hsr veritas#hsr dr ratio#hsr yandere#dr ratio x gender neutral reader#dr ratio x y/n#dr ratio x you#dr ratio x reader#dr ratio hsr#yandere dr ratio#dr ratio#veritas ratio hsr#veritas ratio x reader#honkai star rail dr ratio#honkai star rail veritas ratio
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Jayce Talis Hips
Short Drabble based on certain gif a moot of mine posted a while ago, featuring Jayce Talis councilor era with his fat ass
Jayce Talis x gn!reader (established relationship)
Warnings: suggestive, featuring Jayce Talis ass, featuring Jayce Talis lowkey giving slut, brat!Jayce, sub!Jayce
You wonder if heâs aware of it, hands propped upon his desk, broad back hunched, to catch a better glimpse at the schematics strewn before him.
He notes something down, leaning forward, his behind pertly presented as if on a platter. And he does it againâ that slight shake, itâs hypnotic, seeing the focal point of your ever poignant arousal sway left and right, like the pendulum of a clock.
And much like a pendulum it is trance-inducing.
It seems the scientist does it in response to a triumph, at least what he suspects to be one. Each time he seems to have overcome another calculating conundrum he lets out a self satisfied hum, in tandem with the mesmerizing display, his lower body does.
Itâs maddening, you press your lips together in concentration as you try your damndest not to nurse your, already sore, lower lip between you teeth.
Akin to Jayceâs muscle memory, your own is no longer under your influence. With your legs pressing against each other, your eyes flitting up to him and down to the block perched upon your lap. You suppress a frustrated sigh, you really wanted finish reading this book.
But now youâve been stuck on the first page of the last chapter, for a good 15 minutes, leading to it suffering from crinkles, at the haphazardly folded corners, the outlet of your pent up nerves.
A clank and whispered sorry pulls you back to the instigator of your problem.
It makes you wonder if heâs too far in his head, or if you could attempt to bait him. If you must suffer from his mere presence, why shouldnât he know just how much?
So you give it a start, âWhat are you thinking for dinner?â you inquire, trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible in your state. Mulling over the leather bound book, as you press it shut.
Jayce huffs, not in frustration but in thought, your query ringing throughout his skull.
âI really liked that place Sky recommendedâŚâ he states, casually, over his shoulder, not sparing you a glance just yet.
Your eyes fixated on his backside, as you slowly prop yourself up, placing the unread book atop the, now, abandoned chair.
You hum in thought, gazing at Jayce, watching the muscles in his back shift underneath his, notably tight, cream colored shirt. He tilts his head âNot what you were thinking?â. His voice tinged in wonder, even as his back is turned to you, you, your presence is his sole focus.
âNot reallyâ your heels click across the lab, as you idly take note of all the clutter Viktor had strewn about his own work station. Unsurprised itâs seemingly in a scientists nature to be untidy.
âAnything particular on your mind?â
The wording couldnât have been more on the nose, because there is something very much particular on your mind.
Youâre aching to have him know, know what he does to you. How just small subconscious gestures of his, have you needing him on his knees.
Though you want him to figure it out by himself.
You occupy yourself, picking up a stray cog, turning it over on your fingers, as it reflects the blue hue of the hex-crystal powered machinery before you. Turning your head sideways, from the corner of your eye you see him shift, shooting you a look.
Almost got him hooked.
âI was thinking we could safe the pocket change and get something more localâ Jayce mumbles something underneath his breath, but itâs evident youâve truly got all of his attention now, as it has him gently prying his gloves off, turning to fully face you.
Leaning against the desk, tapping his notably, ink smudged, chin in thought.
You send him a slight glance over your shoulder.
The display has you smiling to yourself.
âIâm somehow feeling like thereâs something, I am missing hereâ he mutters, his shining eyes now taking you fully in.
âWell, you are a scientist, figure it out.â
You lilt, gently placing the cog back before sauntering towards your lover. Paralleling his stance, you reach your thumb up to your mouth, pressing your tongue against it.
Jayces eyes follow the display with keen interest, his own tongue darting out to wet his lips.
His half lidded expression soon gets wiped of when your thumb reaches his chin to clean of the ink smudge. The brunette hums lowly in mock displeasure, his eyes falling shut as his eyebrows crinkle, but thereâs a very apparent uplift to his lips.
âAre you going to tell me what this is about or am I going to have to beg?â he whispers, as your warm palm cradles his cheek, him nuzzling into your gentle touch.
âIâm very much not opposed to any begging on your behalfâ you press your lips against the corner of his mouth, ending the affection much to soon, as Jayce tries to chase after your redend lips.
A sharp whine bubbles from his throat, one that has you snorting out a laugh.
âMust you?â he mumbles, having the look of a kicked puppy as you crowd him against the table. The swell of his prominent arousal already tenting his pants.
âMust I what?â
Another gasp rasps through his chest as you slowly let your hand drift across his hips, mulling your thumb over the hip bone, before moving them to the small of his back.
âIâd like to ask you the very same questionâ Jayceâs bottom lip begins visibly trembling, as his pupil widen. His brows draw together, but thereâs something about his avoidance of your gaze.
âYou knewâ you deduct, he peers at you briefly, his lips drawing together in a small pout.
With the bobbing of his throat, the small droplet of sweat tantalizingly slowly trickling down his exposed neckâ the stark look of guilt.
âCouncilor Talis were you trying to tease me?â it comes out with a note of awe, itâs not often Jayce takes this sort of initiative.
Using his title also seems to do something for him, knowing that it holds no weight when heâs with you. He can try to acclaim his superiority as much as possible but itâll all just melt away with a tilt of your head.
âI wasnât. I was conducting an experimentâ he choked out, crossing his arms, before peering at your hands drifting down to the enticement of your evening.
âDid it bear any results?â you mumble, kneading your hands into the muscled yet, pillowed by a nice layer of fat, globes of his ass.
He swallows thickly, letting out harsh puffs of air as his hands rest on your shoulders for purchase. The tenting in his pants more apparent than before, but you barely spare it a glance, much to Jayceâs dismay.
âMy partner is undeniably needyâ he exposes his neck as he presses out the words, short breaths slithering out of throat, presenting his canines in the process.
âAnd my partner is undeniably mouthy todayâ you squeeze the fat of his left cheek, raising your brows, watching his jaw slacken. His amber eyes clouding over, as he arches his back into your massaging grip.
âDoes that mean no food?â almost like an excitable dog he tilts his head, his face flushed with sweat pearling at his neck. And those pursed lips, begging to be bitten.
âWell, I would say that all depends on how good you can beâ
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I'm about to be running on very little sleep as Final's just hit. So I whipped this up really fast, because I am now a sucker for Texaid. Hopefully by the end of Finals I can start working on that texaid animatic i'd say i do. ________
[COME ON IN BABY~] The white text on Vortex's ever red screen showed, before he was opening up, allowing the medic turned pilot to step inside. Felix doesnât think heâd ever get used to Vortex calling him baby, it was weird and annoying when he did it the first couple of times. But now It has become a comfort for him, it lets him know that Vortex is not really all that serious, and is trying to get a kick out of him. All of his other pilots couldnât take a joke, to which he reminds the haunted mecha that he killed or mentally damaged them before he really got to know any of them. [THEY WERE NEVER AS FUN AS YOU.]
âFlattered.â
Felix takes his seat, hooking himself up with the neural link so they can talk in real time.
âSo any big plans on how to take care of this one?â The mecha powers up, much like the few others still in the station. Rodimus, and a few others he has really only spoken to once, as they are still too scared of him and his mecha.
âIâd say let's have some fun with it, we havenât had one dancing in a while.â Felix chuckled at the suggestion, but nods. It would be fun to get one of those aliens to get itself tangled up in its tentacles trying to grab at them.
âIâd known youâd take my suggestion baby.â xxx
[DO YOU TRULY FEEL SAFE INSIDE ME?]
Felix looks back at the closed visor, the dead of night had hit. Frankly Felix does not want to try and walk through the halls where he might end up running into Pharma, heâs been acting weird lately, more than usual.��
âYes, I do. Funny isnât it. You can kill me in the most gruesome way, yet I'd much rather be with you, then finding myself face to face with a fellow human.â Felix smoothed out the sleeping bag on Vortexâs floor, fluffing up the pillow, then made his way inside to fall asleep. [YOU ARE WEIRD.] âI thought you liked that about me?â There was a long pause, before the sound of grinding gears entered his ears. The sound of metal laughing.Â
[YES I DO. NOW SLEEP. BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND GRIND YOU UP INTO A PAST.] An empty threat. Felix finds himself smiling. He reached out of his sleeping bag to pat at the surprisingly warm metal. âWhatever you say, Vortex.â His eyes were already shut, not being able to see the next line of text.
[SLEEP WELL FELIX BABY.]
xxx
[STOP IT YOUâRE HURTING HIM, STOP IT YOUâRE HURTING HIM, STOP IT YOUâRE HURTING ME, STOP IT YOUâRE HURTING US.] No matter how much he begged for Felixâs life, no matter if Shockwave could see him or not. The mad scientist was not stopping, Felixâs screams were not ceasing.Â
While the screams of the perishing were normally something he relished in, delighted in hearing. This was not one he ever wished to hear. The agony in Felix's voice was loud and uncomfortable, he wished he could reach inside of himself and pull Felix out.Â
But that would hurt Felix, he knows it will. It would harm him to a point he could no longer be his pilot. So he pleaded, he did something he never thought heâd stoop so low too. Yet he did. He did it because he wanted to stay by Felixâs side for as long as he could.Â
Because he wanted to hear Flixesâs voice, he wanted to feel his excitement as they crushed the alien invaders, his curiosity when dissecting them to see how their bodyâs worked. He wanted their late night talks, just them in the silence of an inactive mecha charging station.Â
He wanted this and so much more.Â
But he wonât get it if Shockwave completely takeâs over Felixâs body.Â
He had to do something and fast.
âHang on Felix, I'm coming.âÂ
My texaid soul IS THRIVING
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I made some designs for my favourite nomai!! kiiiinda wish I made em more goatlike but ohhh well
in order: solanum, poke, pye, idaea :D
unrendered versions + my thoughts behind the designs under the cut!!! (spoilers ofc)
rbs are appreciated these took ages lol I am slowest artist ever
SO here were my thoughts for the designs
solanum: quantum moon motif!! sheâs intended to be mostly monochrome (even tho the colour filters I used make her look purple) and purple eyes + clothes bc eye of the universe yknow yknow, and the swirly patterns on her clothes are how I draw clouds but my friend said they also look like the nomai writing which yes!! totally intentional awesome double meaning LOL :> and the circle glasses bc people keep giving her them and itâs adorable ignore the fact that 3/4 designs have glasses IT SUITS THEM ALL OK
poke: yes!! asymmetrical design!! since I based her off the white/black holes since sheâs the one who recreated the warp cores yknow yknow AND the icy blue eyes⌠iceâŚ.. interloperâŚ..ehehehehehe >:) also the pattern on her clothes is the pattern on the glass on the advanced warp core!! same with pye
also the matching warp core earrings with pye I thought I was sooooo clever for that one I love yuri
pye: admittedly for these last two I did not have as many ideas as the first two BUT I did kind of want her to have a vaguely mad scientist vibe? hence the big kinda messy ponytail and cracked glasses and also green⌠bc ghost matterâŚ.ehehehehehe
idaea: sadly I had even LESS ideas for him but im still happy with the design!! my main ideas were making him look very neat/collected and have a sun station motif⌠the pattern on this clothes are the patterns from gravity tiles!!
also here are the unrendered versions!!
I hope you guys like theseđŤśđŤśđŤś
#outer wilds#outer wilds fanart#outer wilds nomai#outer wilds solanum#outer wilds poke#outer wilds pye#outer wilds idaea#AAAAAAH im so normal about them bro#I have 2 comms overdue but brain said no. goats#gee thanks đ#itâs ok I love them#my art
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Obey Me As Tumblr #28
Solomon: Boil up some Mountain Dew. Itâs gonna be a long night
Barbatos: You could have said anything else
Solomon: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja blast to fuel my trouble
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MC: Got a vibe check at Claireâs
Thirteen: How was it?
MC: I have 3 weeks to live
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Mammon: If only I were Kpop. Then youâd all see.
Leviathan: Youâre already popular and widely hated. What more do you want???
Mammon: Thanks for saying that
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Belphegor: How does it feel to be a god?
MC: Idk ask me after I do 10 pushups
Beelzebub: Do ten pushups then
MC: Fuck you. No
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Belphegor: Might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk
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Mammon: Mark my fucking worms
Satan: This statement dealt 10 damage to everyone in a 2 mile radius
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Solomon:
Help me, I am trapped
Inside a haiku factory
Save me, before they
Simeon:
I got your message
And have snuck my way inside
Oh my god, what the
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Asmodeus: Youâre all beautiful in your own special way
Leviathan: Actually, I am very ugly
Asmodeus: Okay then I was wrong
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Leviathan: You know what better than weed? Water
Mammon: Hereâs the dumb bitch again
Leviathan: Shut up you dehydrated high motherfucker
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Raphael: Why does baby Yoda have completely different eyes to as an adultâŚ
Diavolo: Puberty
Leviathan: You know how peopleâs baby teeth fall out
Raphael: Thank you for equally awful answers
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Asmodeus: The sexual tension between two gas stations on the same intersection
Thirteen: Iâm so sick of this shit. Two gas stations canât even be on the same block without someone shipping them, while I canât find a single fic of Dennyâs/Applebeeâs with Denny bottoming
Solomon: Youâre literally out of your mind if you think Dennyâs isnât a top
Lucifer: I wish the 2012 apocalypse actually happened
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Asmodeus: Does anyone know a single redeeming fact about New Hampshire? Is anything good about it?
MC: Letters can be arrange to spell âhehâŚpenis warmâ
Asmodeus: How tragic that a place so wretched should be blessed
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Solomon: I think we can be evil. As a treat
MC: We?
Solomon: We :)
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MC: Old people? More like fold people
*makes an origami swan out of grandma*
Lucifer: Literally what was going through your mind that motivated you to make this?
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Leviathan: Tumblr is just talking to yourself but for an audience
Simeon: Thatâs called a soliloquy
Leviathan: Found the theater kid. Get em boys
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Mammon: Coats and jackets are too aesthetically pleasing to only wear during the cold seasons. I think scientists need to stop doing their dumb bullshit and band together to invent a jacket that can be worn whilst itâs hot out
Mephistopheles: Vests?
Mammon: Youâre so lucky a computer screen protects you from my hands
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⤠find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)
CHAPTER ONE: WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE
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SUMMARY âł A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other. A particle accelerator. pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne wc: 2.1k
In every universe the Spider is a hero. Some go by different names, some can create their own organic webs, and some have their own cat burglar to wrestle with. One constant, for sure, is that they all are bitten by a spider. You are not the exception.
You were bit when you were 13, and for the last 5 years, you have been the âone and onlyâ Spinnerette! It had been a rocky start, but things are looking okay now. Youâve got a family, a real, strong and fun family.
âYouâve been officially added to my hitlist, Tony, watch youâre motherfucking back.â
âOh, goody. You might be the only person who hasnât hired a sniper on me before.â
Loving family, of course.
There was an idea to put together a group of remarkable people to see if they could fight the battles humanity could not. It was called the âAvenger Initiative.â A billionaire, super soldier, scientist, Russian spy, master archer and a God walk into a Shawarma restaurant, wonder what it leads to. The Avengers currently all (mostly) live in the former Stark Tower.
You also currently live in the former Stark Tower. Itâs a dream come true. Everyone is happy, everyone is healthy, and your relationships with each Avenger is thriving.
âWhenâs the last time you ate, kiddo?â asks Tony, stepping inside your personal lab he had gifted you for your 15th birthday. Your hands move deftly, fluid and familiar in fixing your web-shooters.
âA definitely normal time,â is your reply. âHey, what did you do with the Iron Spider suit? Iâve been looking for it everywhere. Iâm thinking about tweaking some of the web combinations.â
âItâs charging, where else would it be? Also, here.â He puts a bag of sandwiches from Delmarâs. You grin and reach out for it. âYou know me so well.â
âI know you best,â he clicks, and reaches out to ruffle your hair, only because you let him. âCan you tell Nat I fixed her widow bites? And tell Sam I fixed that dent in his wings, too.â You take a bite of a sandwich. âIâm unna pakrol inna vit.â
He pinches your cheek. âDonât talk with your mouth full, itâs disgraceful.â Stay safe.
â[Name], it may be more efficient to patrol without music blasting in your ears,â says your ever so faithful AI, Karen.
You huff goodnaturedly. â Ear , Karen. Singular. Itâs never screwed me over before, I promise I am a responsible music listener.â The thwip of your webs shooting out has always been a comforting sound. Itâs a reminder, of who you are, of what you stand for. All your accomplishments (failures too, but the pain is grounding.) âAlso, please place an order for the new Batman comic, I forgot to do it earlier.â
âI find it contradicting how you say you are a casual enjoyer, yet own nearly every issue of any and all related Batman comics.â
âI donât believe in consistency⌠or whatever Hobie would say.â
The discovery and confirmation of the multiverse was not as surprising as it shouldâve been, but it was daunting all the same. Youâve never really been alone since your life at the Tower, but it was a whole new type of connection, finding out there were other Spiders, other youâs . Then, of course, there was that whole âMiles, youâre the original anomaly!â fiasco. Luckily, the situation ended up resolved, and there are (mostly) no hard feelings. You havenât met another [Name] [L.Name] yet, but there are plenty of other Spiderâs to learn from.
âNumerous suspicious activity reports have taken place downtown. I suggest checking it out.â
âYouâre the boss, Karen.â You twist your body, changing your momentum and direction, heading downtown. You do flips and tricks, with all the grace of a ballerina. The nanotech is perfectly flexible enough for your dramatics. Tony had spontaneously made the suit for you, as the fabric of your old one didnât provide as much armor as he needed for peace of mind.
âI am detecting a multiversal instability. Tread carefully.â
The eyes of your suit squint. âGet Miguel on this.â
It isnât often a multiversal problem pops up in your universe. With people like Stephen Strange and Wanda Maximoff holding cosmic power in relation to interdimensional activity, and the Space Stone itself, your universe holds up well in defense to multiverse activity. But even so, space is unpredictable.
Miguel, despite all his grievances with you and the Peter Parker of Earth-199999, equipped you both with a Web-Watch (you and the other Spiderlings agreed Gizmo was lame). You donât use it much unless itâs to go chill at the Spider HQ or visit the other âLings in their universes. Whatever iota of guilt he felt after the whole Miles thing manifested itself as overprotectiveness, and he insists on dealing with all spatial related problems himself. Youâll indulge him, if only to bother him about the tech in his universe.
Youâre met with a warehouse, abandoned, because of course it is. âNo heat signatureâs,â you mumble, the suit scanning for signs of life. You hop down through a hole in the roof silently, looking around. Thereâs random tech and machine parts scattered around, which is never a good sign. Itâs easy to miss for the untrained eye, but you spot a hidden elevator mechanism and step inside it. If anything goes wrong, you trust your spider-sense to get you the hell out of dodge.
The way down is ominous, if not for the almost complete darkness, then for the red blinking lights. Your sense tingles, not sensing any immediate danger, but very uncomfortable down here.
d onât feel good not safe for long leave quickly
Going en pointe (because going on your actual tippy toes to increase stealth is just way too good), you sneak carefully. Just because there are no living dangers doesnât mean there are none at all. The room is as dark as the rest of the place, and while you can turn on night vision, itâs not as efficient in understanding what the hell you might be looking at.
âKaren, is there a light switch in here?â Your voice echoes in the large room.
âTo your left, [Name].â Sure enough, there actually is a light switch that you find after groping the wall. âHuh,â you hum, pleasantly surprised. A flick of the switch activates the many overhead lights and reveals a daunting sight.
A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other.
A particle accelerator.
âFuck,â you breathe. âOk- uh. Karen, contact Tony, and Bruce. Can you tell if itâs been active recently?â
âI am picking up a recent signal, yes. I theorize the recent earthquakes are because of test runs.â
Miles once told you his story. Finding the particle accelerator, his Spider-Manâs death. You remember placing a hand on his shoulder, and you remember him grasping it tightly. It was a complicated time in his life.
âHow did he destroy it againâŚ?â you murmur, looking around the machine. âA goober.. right. How did Peni make it, though?â Pulling up your wrist, you scan the machine. âPlease contact Peni as well, K.â
Stilling your posture, you look up at the accelerator. You have no doubt nothing good will come from whoever is behind this. Those who try to manipulate powers greater than them always receive a rude awakening. Maybe, by the grace of some higher power, you can somehow rope the Space Stone into this. You know better than to think they donât have some kind of sentience. Maybe youâre just getting ahead of yourselfâ
watch out! behind you!
When you turn around, thereâs nothing behind you. Youâre on high alert now. Your sense doesnât make mistakes, so either a sniper is pointing his gun at you, or someone who can cloak themselves in around you, and neither of those are good. You breathe in, honing your senses, the situation is far too delicate for you to stumble.
âShow yourself,â you demand. âIf youâre smart enough to build this then understand when I say I will find you.â
there! right there!
You turn and send a web to where your senses pointed. The person grunts, trapped in your solution. You pull them toward you. âShow yourself,â you repeat.
A sigh leaves the person's mouth. Then, slowly, their form reveals itself. Itâs like Miles' ability to go invisible. Before you is someone your age, must be. And yet the way they carry themselves is reminiscent of somebody who has been through far too much for someone their age. So, basically every Spider you know.
Which is on brand apparently, because this person must be like you. There is no other possibility. The web patterns on their suit, the bug eyes of their mask, the invisibility thing.
âYouâreâŚâ you mutter.
âLike you,â they finish.
Your eyes narrow. âThe hell are you doing, man? Surely a Spider knows this if some fuckshit,â you gesture to the massive machine. âWhat are you even doing here?â
Their suits eyes squint. âItâs a delicate matter.â
âYeah. Obviously,â you roll your eyes. âNot like a bridge to different dimensions is any walk in the park.â
âItâs none of your business,â they huff.
âHell yeah, it is. Youâre me, basically. Youâre building a particle accelerator in my universe. By the way, letâs talk about that. Why not just carry out your evil plans in your own home? Did Venom get you or something? We can like, do something about that. Probablyââ
âEnough nonsense,â they spit.
âOh, okay.â
The room lights up, and the particle accelerator whirls to life. The room shakes, no doubt another earthquake beginning to affect the city. A whirlwind of colors fill your vision. Your hand curls the cuff of their suit into your fist.
âWhat did you do.â
âIâm doing what I have to.â
It happens fast, far faster than your senses could have warned you. Your web restricting them snaps and their hands grab you.
âYouâll survive.â Their hands destroy your watch. âIâm not so cruel.â
And youâre thrown into the web of the universe.
Waking up in an unfamiliar environment has happened far more times than it should have. Itâs instinct that pulls you up from the ground. Your body is sore, your head hurts, and the eyes of your suit are genuinely tweaking.
âKarenâŚâ you groan.
âI am unable to connect to any Mr. Starkâs satellites. I detect multiple bruises all over your body, no broken bones. The suit is in functioning condition, 92% charge left.â
âYeah, we are definitely not in New York anymore. My New York, anyway.â You look up. Your environment is gloomy, the skies are gray, and the buildings have seen better days.
âIâve connected to the satellites I can detect that are currently in orbit.â
âI need out of this suit, K.â The nanites retract into your web-shooters, now disguised as regular bracelets. You pause and think. âGimme some glasses, actually. I still need you.â A couple of nanites crawl up your body and form frames on your face. âI can always count on you, K.â
âIâve created a route to a public library with computers for you.â
The walk to the library has you on edge. Your sense isnât exactly reacting like it would when youâre in immediate danger, but itâs buzzing constantly. You sigh to yourself. There shouldâve been a protocol made for this as soon as you found out about the multiverse. It wouldâve definitely been called the âWeâre Not In Kansas Anymore Protocol.â
âIâll start making that protocol for you,â Karen says. You hadnât realized youâd been talking outloud, sighing. âThanks, K.â
People keep glancing at you when you walk by before ultimately minding their own business. Youâre sure that you give them that uncanny valley feeling, even if you look like a regular human. Effects of being from another universe, you guess.Â
Walking up the steps to the library, you think about your next move. You should worry about living your situation. You have no clue how long youâll be here before someone finds you (or, god forbid, you build your own way back home). You know how to be sneaky and steal, hopefully it doesnât have to come to that though. You look up, thinking, and pause when your eyes spot something.
Gotham City Public Library.
What. The. Fuck.
In hindsight, it shouldnât be so surprising. Infinite universes, infinite possibilities, so on and so forth. It had never crossed your thoughts that the silly stories you like (read: obsess over) could be a real universe out there. You donât like to think about it too hard.
âKaren. Where are we.â
âMy map tells me we are currently located in Gotham City, New Jersey.â Big yikes.
âOkay. Change of plans. We are going anywhere but here. Letâs just make up a fake identity, first. And get a job. I deserve a couple of days to think.â No way in hell are you going anywhere near that library where goddamn Oracle works.
Itâll be best to avoid everyone all together.
notes: title is a lyric from "Saturn" by SZA.
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surprised i havenât see any fox lives aus exploring the idea of palpatine sending fox to hemlock/tantiss after getting his neck snapped Hemlock hesitates, staring through the glass window of the examination room and observing its main occupant. His medical staff fusses over their patient, a clone, as they record his vitals and situate the room for long term occupancy. "It is... Unlikely, that this clone will ever walk again, Your Majesty. The damage done to his neck is irreversible, that he even retained mobility in his torso isâ" Hemlock had said. He was scrolling through a rather dire injury report. The Emperor waved his hand dismissively, black robes flowing with the motion. "I am aware, but what I require is not impossible. I will take care of the most severe damages to my commander..." My commander? Hemlock looked away from the datapad and to the immobile clone floating in the bacta tank. "...And when the time comes, I will require your facility to do the rest."
Hemlock refrained from frowning, keeping his expression neutral, albeit a bit dubious. If Emperor Palpatine wanted to waste his time with a lost cause, he wouldn't argue. Not as long as he continued to receive the necessary resources and further funding for his projects. Now, when Hemlock gazes upon that same clone all those months ago, he sits properly upright on the examination table, back straight and form perfect like a soldier. The clone turns his head, his golden eyes-a deviation from the standard brown, colour bordering unnatural in a human- meeting Hemlock's through the glass. Hemlock raises a brow in response but the clone doesn't react, only breaking eye contact when one of the medical aids calls for his attention. Folding his arms behind his back, Hemlock turns to stalk down the hall. He would never say it aloud, but he was irked that this... Chore was now his responsibility. He was a scientist! A progressive researcher and an invaluable asset to the Empire. That his facility is being forced to take on the task of physical therapy and rehabilitation, of all things, for one simple, damaged clone was insulting.
Hemlock exhales, forcing his posture to relax. His Imperial Majesty was making a mistake, clearly, but it was no matter. Hemlock would only need to check in occasionally; he could still focus his efforts where it really matters. His commander would be carefully monitored in the meantime, and maybe, Hemlock could learn how Palpatine managed to reverse what should have been a deathly injury. â â â â
i imagine palpatine does ambiguous hand wave force healing to get fox back into tip top shape. well mostly back. fox still has a lot to work through. and then sends him off to wherever hemlock is, for reasons. he doesnt need hemlock's facility to host fox, he could easily give fox the care he needs closer to home. so maybe to have fox keep an eye on him and his progress, who knows really from there i kinda have a few paths this could take, one with omega eventually coming across fox, being mildly interested in him(he's not held in a cell like the rest of the clones, he's not a commando, why is he here?) and maybe later, nala se assigns her to him to keep her further out of the way of hemlock. all leading up to when omega and crosshair escape, she insists fox comes with them. fox doesnt want to (paranoid), crosshair doesnt want him to(also paranoid). think of the fox and rex reunion... the echo confrontation... the wolffe reunion... howzer bitching at both crosshair and fox... the drama of it all. another idea being fox meeting scorch again. since arca company barracks are stationed on coruscant, i imagine that fox has run into delta squad at least once. delta wasn't on coruscant often, and fox is busy guy. probably also doesn't care much for sobde either. (i imagine him and maze sending very petty emails to each other. fox saying "fuck you, i outrank you captain" in corporate)
and maybe when shit goes down on tantiss, he convinces scorch to dip with him. "you got your ass kicked, man. let's go."
throughout all of this fox maintains a creepy, unsettling presence on the base.
#star wars#commander fox#fic#?#my mind is an ocean of ideas so mid#ignore the awkward prose i am not a writer and i did this on my phone in one go no drafts we ball#dovepost
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2.1 was so good holy shit (spoilers, obviously)
GOD THEY ATE AND IM SPECIFICALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT HOW WELL THEY WROTE RATIO IN THIS BECAUSE IM FOAMING AT THE GODDAMN MOUTH IT CHANGES HOW YOU VIEW EVERYTHING BUT IN A GOOD WAY.
so, letâs start from the beginning in 2.0 I want to walk you through my experience of it
ratio mean to aventurine, everyone gets mad. I feel weird about it, pre-2.1 I come to the conclusion that he got used as a plot device in that scene, since being racist contradicts his core motivations and the dialogue is awkward and has no real reason behind it, I chalk it up to bad writing but ultimately forgive it because 2.1 seems centered around Aventurine so they need setup for that
2.1 drops, my bsf plays the update throughout the night and we are losing our shit. He gets to the part where Ratio âbetraysâ Aventurine. I fucking lose it, I try to reconcile this with my preconceived notions of ratio, they donât match up at all, his behavior that whole time doesnât in the slightest. I am confused, I wonder if I have been wrong about him this whole time, if his whole speech on the Space Station and his character quests were some kind of fluke. I mean it could be in character? Knowledge of how a stellaron works could save millions if not billions of lives, invaluable information which Ratio would have trouble turning down because of its value. It still feels deeply wrong, Ratio isnt a backstabber, and he wouldnât so easily bargain with Sunday over information he has no confirmation of (and could likely obtain in some other way).
The story continues, me and Haseeb (aforementioned best friend) are still pissed, Iâm losing it because my favorite character just did something so unforgivable and out of character and I feel like a complete and utter idiot for interpreting a character to be a good person when they so clearly werenât. Well, I (luckily) was so so so so so so so wrong about that, as it was all a setup, a plan devised by Aventurine to distract Sunday and forward their goals. Iâve never been happier, and suddenly every weird behavior, every âthis doesnât make senseâ goes from âbad writingâ to perhaps one of my favorite retroactive twists in fiction.
Ratio belittling Aventurine for his background doesnât make any sense, I mean we literally saw the guy give a whole ass speech about how he believes all people deserve access to knowledge and that everyone is capable of being creative and having intellect, but that they just have to try for it, and if they are incapable of it, he DOCTOR Ratio is there to lend a helping hand. To cure the galaxy of stupidity, something which he views as not the lack of knowledge but rather the misuse and misinterpretation of it, how he depises the Genius Society because they mostly do not try and use their intellect from the betterment of other, and actively guide/encourage other scientists (and in Hertas case the researchers at the space station) to view knowledge as some sort of prize or commodity rather than tool. This notion is what causes Screwellum to acknowledge that Ratio is more like a medical doctor than a scholar. And this notion is something Sunday Isnât Aware Of.
Sunday doesnât know who Ratio really is, he may have heard of his various exploits, but Ratio has a reputation for arrogance, bluntness and insensitivity, something which Ratio plays up to the nines. The 2.0 scene with Aventurine goes from seemingly massively OOC for Ratio to him actively playing up his negative reputation to play into Sundays perceptions of the pair for their plan. Ratio->
a) makes it seem like Aventurine fucked up and heâs mad at him for losing the cornerstones, something which Sunday would see and go âhmm they donât like each other
b) this âoh I can drive a wedge between themâ notion gets worse (although in their case better) when Ratio brings up Aventurineâs (not entirely accurate) background. Sunday now thinks he has leverage over Aventurine and even more of a chance of getting Ratio to betray him. Ratio also makes it seem like he just learned this information by stating he âdid his homeworkâ and this supposed unfamiliarity with one another would give Sunday more confidence to try and drive a wedge between them
c) this makes it seem like the IPC are unaware of the Families constant surveillance, as it looks like they are having an important conversation in a private room, which would make Sunday think they are unaware of his eyes and ears everywhere
Now let me qualify this notion with more evidence because you could still try and argue that the deal Ratio and Aventurine struck was post 2.0 argument
Topaz (my glorious Queen). At the end of the 1.4 (or was it 1.5?) Belabog quest she has a conversation with Aventurine in which he requests for her help in Penacony, and we do not get a confirmation on if she said yes or not. Until 2.1, in which the the Topaz (and Jade) stone in in Aventurines possession, meaning she took him up on that offer prior to 2.0 because how else would he bring multiple cornerstones there, which we know there are many because Ratio says he lost the cornerstones, not just his own. Topaz would not give this item up easily or on a whim in between 2.0 and 2.1, meaning she would have to be let in on his plan prior, meaning the plan was formed prior. Since Ratio was also assigned to this mission keeping him in the dark would make negative sense and actively undermine their collaboration, something which he brings up in their fake argument
2. The Final Victory Lightcone. I originally thought this scene to be after their argument for complicated reasons, the most important of which being the minor snippet of conversation we see between Ratio and Aventurine during the first time we meet Acheron. Aventurine mentions 3 chips, Ratio doubts him, and the lightcone description starts with Aventurine questioning his doubt and firing three shots, a perfect correlation that made me place the order of events in that way. However, we get to see the snippet of conversation between Aventurine and Ratio in game, right before they meet Sunday, not prior to the lightcone events. However, they are still clearly connected for aforementioned reasons, just in a different manner, let me explain. Now we know the three chips reference not bullets but the three cornerstones, and Ratio openly expresses his doubt because the family is always watching (something which I will get into) and because a part of him does doubt this plan will go well. However, Aventurine prior reminds him of the events of the lightcone with the three chips. My interpretation is that Aventurine took that gamble in the lightcone to convince Ratio to go along with his crazy plan since if he can win a game of Russian Roulette with an unwavering smile on his face he an insane gamble means nothing to him (ratio doesnât buy it because itâs ratio but the sheer audacity or you could say the âcharming audacityâ makes him go along with it). In my opinion this scene only makes sense pre-penacony, due to the timeline of events, which is why I believe it the reason for the events in it has to be Aventurine trying to convince Ratio to join in.
3) The family is always watching. During the 2.1 story quest it gets brought up several times in many different ways that it seems like the family has eyes on everything and everyone. Sundayâs fuckass bird is everywhere, and the man himself (minus being a goddamn biblically accurate angel) is covered in eye shaped shit and possesses close ties with the Harmony, which lends itself well to a character that knows things considering the Aeon itself is a conglomeration of many different perspectives. He fucking perception checks Aventurine, when the crew goes to look for info on firefly they learn the dream pools monitor peopleâs vitals and everything, even producing a dialogue option where the trailblazer states they feel like their every move is being watched. Topaz gets stalked by bloodhound members upon arrival, I could go on. TLDR Sunday knows almost everything thatâs going on in Penacony, this is what leads him to believe the traitor is within the family, and his access to knowledge is something the IPC 100% knows about. I mean they have been presumably attempting to try and get it back for a while, and they would reasonably extensively try and learn everything about it. The Family notoriously hates negotiating with them so the IPC either learning and/or coming to the conclusion that the Family is watching their every move isnât a ridiculous notion. If this conversation was genuine, if Ratio truly wanted to discuss this matter with Aventurine, why would he do it in a likely wiretapped, not very soundproof room where any passerby could hear Ratio loudly exclaim that Aventurine lost the very important cornerstones and that he is also one of the most despised groups in the galaxy because that would really do numbers for both their reputations. If you think about it, this not being staged is an incredibly stupid blunder on Ratioâs end (minus the deliberate OOCness) because of all the places Ratio could set up a very important meeting he does it in one of the worst places ever.
4) The dialogue in the scene. Itâs awkward, itâs so awkward and the whole âalso my family died I didnât get an educationâ seemed so tacked on the first time I watched it. Knowing now, it seemed so tacked on because it was, Aventurine had to shove the info in there somewhere and their incredible conversational skills decided that was the best part in there. Ratio fucking leaving before Aventurine is even done talking goes from a âhuh weirdâ to a âwow he is really playing up this arrogant scholar roleâ. And if Ratio is playing the arrogant scholar, Aventurine is playing the dumb, helpless, blonde to a T. Losing the cornerstones and acting nonchalant about it, letting Ratio insult him so callously and letting the insults slide, talking absolute nonsense at the end about random things that donât matter, sadly lamenting into the distance that heâs alone again. Bro is playing it up and I live for it. They also and play up these personas in their little adventure prior to meeting Sunday, Aventurine asks stupid questions like wondering about the species of the bird that make up the statues and talking about how he wants to play in the sandpit and even insulting Sunday a bit, behavior that would make Sunday think him unprepared and unserious rather than cold and calculating. If Aventurine does that well, Ratio plays up his arrogant, uncaring scholar persona to the nines. He insults any and every decision or thing Aventurine does, loudly sighing of how happy he is to finally have some peace and quiet when Aventurine leaves his sight for 0.00008 milleseconds, pointing out his sarcasm, beefing with a random Pepeshi bodyguard no reason, pointing out his sarcasm, just the exaggerated way he talks in general, and suggesting he admit Aventurine into the Genius Society (even Ratio wouldnât stoop so low as to suggest Aventurine was worthy of that).
Moreover, this is really, really tragic because I do think there are several moments of genuine banter and fun the two share âRatio, youâre huge!â was not added to the script to enhance the plot guys. And obviously Aventurine knows most of Ratios behavior is acting, however he has such severe trust issues, and Ratio is so damn straightforward and blunt that he worries the man was serious about some of it which just breaks my heart. Soft Ratio please add it give me one conversation, the note at the end of 2.1 doesnât count itâs too short.
Ultimately, knowing what I know now I canât help but view the 2.0 conversation with Aventurine as being anything but staged, it simply makes no sense otherwise, and it happily obsolescent Ratio of his sins. This was a bit incoherent I honestly just wanted to rant (if you couldnât tell haha) but I hope you enjoyed it regardless. I need sincere Ratio more then I need oxygen and Iâm not afraid to say it.
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Big Ole Freak
plot: A curious archivist accidentally summons Ryomen Sukuna
pairings: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
genre(s): MONSTERFUCKING; Shameless Smut
warnings: unedited (mostly). canon divergence. d/s role. FEMDOM Y/N. bratty sub Sukuna. breathplay. choking (m receiving). reader is shy at first but kinda bossy towards the end. fight for dominance lowkey. PIV SEX. sukuna had four arms and used all of them. TEASING. fingering. creaming. possessive sukuna. feral reader. lowkey pining. talks out love. overthinker reader. pet names (kuna, pet, baby, monster, etc.) dirty talk. oral (f receiving). praising. multiple positions. rounds and rounds and rounds.
w.c: 8.2k
a/n: if I told you that almost 5.5k is smut would you believe me?
âTesting,â I said into the tape recorder. âOne, two.â
I played the audio back and grimaced at the sound of my own voice. After years of extensive research, one could only hope to move past that insecurity. I deleted the recording and placed the device on the table. I dimmed the lights within the small community library and opted to turn on a few electric candles. I adjusted my wire-rim glasses and pulled my mini-twists into a ponytail. Once satisfied with the set-up, I slipped on white cotton gloves and pressed play on the recording.
âGood Evening, listener,â I said politely into the device. âMy name is Dr. Y/N L/N, senior archivist at Jujutsu Library here in Japan. I hope you are doing well.â
I proceeded to place a heavy box on the table and continued to talk. âI am using this recording to document the initial opening of the Ryomen Grimoire. It was reported to be a book of spells for a powerful emperor named Sukuna, all the way back in the Nara period of Japan. For reference, that would be somewhere in the 1100s.â I cleared my throat the remark and placed two hands on the lid. âThere is not that much history on the empire, as his life is riddled with mystery. There are far too many conflicting reports about who Sukuna was and how he came to be one of the most ruthless rulers of all time. Some say it was due to him being orphaned at a very young age. Others say it was his father's abuse of him. Then, there is a tale of lost love. Apparently, a woman he was dating had cheated on him and fallen pregnant with another manâs baby.âÂ
I cleared my throat again and started to rub it gently. There was a subtle tightness around the area that caused irritation to my whole being. But, that hadnât been the only thing. I could feel chills slowly drifting down my spine and goosebumps began to rise on my arms. The sensation was odd on many accounts. The first being that I was in the basement of the library. It was notoriously known for being without an air conditioner. I had spent many days, drenched in sweat, archiving old materials. There had been a crappy fan stationed here, but its winds were too powerful for such delicate papers. The second odd thing about the room was that I hadnât been particularly cold, nor scared to obtain said goosebumps. I was not trembling with fear or on the brink of freezing to death. My body was utterly calm and my mind totally clear. My temperature was neutral; I wasnât hot or cold. Reading grimoires and looking at so-called âhauntedâ materials was a typical Sunday for me. It wasnât something that brought me joy or excitement, it was just my job.
âAs you possibly tell by my brief description, the stories conflict quite a bit,â I continued on. âOne cannot be an orphan with a father or vice versa. In all truth, researchers are all confused as to who he truly is. They are trying to figure out what kind of man he was and how he impacted Japanâs history. This is why the discovery of his grimoire was massive and brought in a lot of attention. Scientists from all over the world are flying in to witness its contents. But, lucky for us, Jujustu Library is the first one to get their hands on it.â
I undid the metal latches on the side and began to raise the lid. A retched stench tore through the air upon opening it. My body shivered with disgust and I felt myself gag a little.Â
âNote to self,â I said to the recorder. âPlease restock facemasks as soon as possible.â
Iâd simply cut that part out later.Â
I tucked my nose in my shirt and inhaled deeply. âI will now take the grimoire out of the box.â
The book was approximately twelve inches wide and fourteen inches thick. When I had dropped my hands in the box and grasped the edges, I could tell by the weight that it was about eight hundred pages long. It was a remarkable five to six inches thick, with a leather buckle holding it shut. I placed the heavy object on the table with a gentle âthud and proceeded to unlatch the leather binding. Small flecks of dust seeped from the pages as the pressure was released from the latch. They painted the white table a subtle rusty brown color.
âIt seems to me that the book has been stored in some kind of volcanic environment,â I observed, adjusting my glasses. âThe dust particles have a reddish tint to them. This insinuates that the box must've been buried in iron-rich soil. This kind of dirt can be found near recently erupted volcanoes. Magma has high levels of magnetite phenocrysts, which hardens over time and creates magnetite iron.â I looked closely at the lid of the crate and hummed. âThis theory is justified by the imperfections on the outside of the crate. There a subtle singe marks on the lib of the box and on the left side. This is interesting, to say the least.â I cleared my throat. âI will now peel back the cover of the book.â
True to my word, I took the cover of the grimoire in my hands gently and peeled it back to reveal the cover page.Â
âThere is a scripture written on the first page,â I said, bringing my face closer to the brown pages. âItâs quite, faded, but I will do my best to read it aloud.â
As definite as the sun
And consistent as the moon
The power of Ryomen Sukuna will possess us all.
The King of Curses is a God to Many
Ruler of all things dark and cruel
Father to the monster of the below.
He feasts on the innocentÂ
Lusts for the wickedÂ
And craves all things violent.Â
âThe last part is a little hard to read. There seems to be a substance covering the last stanza,â I mumbled, a little frustrated at the notion. I sighed deeply and adjusted my position at the table. I walked over to the far edge and dug into my tool bag. I pulled out a magnifying glass and a flashlight. I brought the touch a safe distance away from the book and clicked it on. With the magnifying glass directly behind it, I was able to decipher the words rather quickly.Â
With the moon at a crescentÂ
And a lady nearby
Ryomen will come alive
She will call out to him
Bring him back to the land of living
And he will conquer it all once again
Suddenly, the light above the table began to flicker and buzz. The moment I raised my head to look at it, the light clicked off. The room was shrouded in darkness, aside from the little flashlight in my hand. I used the little beam to direct myself to the roomâs exit. I gripped the handle of the door and gave it a fierce turn, but it wouldnât budge. It was stuck. With all my strength, I pulled and pushed at the heavy metal door. I tried my best to remain calm. I knew better than to let panic consume my body and make me behave irrationally. This wasnât the first time creepy things happened when I conducted research on a haunted object. There were instances where the object flew across the room whenever I came near it. Other times, random scratches appeared on my body. I have had my fair share of weird things happening to me in the presence of cursed objects. But, locking me in the room with it was a new one. The entity attached to the artifact would much rather have me far away from it, not in the same vicinity as me.Â
A warm gust of wind brushed against my back, making my body tense. I could hear the familiar crackle of fire in the distance as a purple-ish light filled the room. I turned my body slowly toward the table. My eyes widened at the sight. A flock of magenta flames had covered the surface of the black table, while black smoke filled the space around it. Within the fire, a deep, menacing laugh appeared. It filled the room instantly and brought shivers down my spine. My legs buckled and eventually gave out as I watched the scene unfold before me. My back slid against the metal door and my rear ended up on the floor. Gradually, a figure started to appear in the flames.Â
There was a head covered in unruly, spiky hair; which led to a thick neck and shoulders. A set of arms started to materialize, followed by another.Â
âDear God. . .â The realization of what was happening had sank in.
That was Ryomen Sukuna.
I had summoned Ryomen Sukuna without meaning to.
I was utterly fucked.
The last part of the body to materialize was the eyes. There were four of them. The first set had sat normally on the face, while the other appeared beneath the. The bright red pupils seemed to glow in the heart of the flames and they seemed to be staring directly at me. A wide, sinister smile slowly formed on the Kingâs face, followed by a seductive lick across his pointed teeth. The laugh continued to echo throughout the room and it was the thing of nightmares. Something in my being had told me I would not survive the end of the nightâ that the King of Curses would slaughter me the moment he had the chance. He was not known for being kind, so I knew pleading would do nothing to help me. I would just have to accept my fate, which sucked in more ways than one.Â
I would never be able to do all the things I always wanted to do.
Like traveling across the world, or sleeping in the Palace of Versailles. I wanted nothing more than to feel like a Queen, even if it were just for a day.
I would never learn how to be a sculptor. I had imagined my work being in museums all over Europe and people calling me the next Divinici.Â
I would never tell Robert from Accounting how I felt about him. Granted the crush was still fresh and I had just realized my feelings a week ago. But, I was never one to act on those kinds of things. I knew that wanting love would lead to heartache and pain. My dating track record had been nothing short of a horror movie and I never truly had a partner like ever. Which was completely pathetic, since I was swiftly approaching thirty and never even. . .
The clearing of a throat snapped me from my head. I raised my vision back to the table and gulped slowly. The magenta flames had dissipated and the black smoke had cleared. Leaning on the edge was a manâ a term I use very loosely. He was massive, probably standing somewhere between eight and nine feet tall. The thick, black-lined tattoos decorated his pale skin. They made him look even scarier. He was shirtless, and his broad chest had a dull sheen to it. He wore a pair of purple, wide-legged pants and traditional Japanese sandals. Even with their loose design, I can almost spot his muscular legs beneath them. Along with a semi-noticeable bulge in the crotch area.Â
A fierce blush flared up on my face and I quickly looked away.
âSo that is why you summoned me?â He teased, crossing both sets of arms across his chest. âThe little lamb wanted to get fucked by a real man?â
The voice was deep and unnatural. It sent shivers through my body. The tingles werenât from fear, however. They were from something else. Something a little more carnal than that.Â
I slowly raised my body from the floor and pressed my back to the metal door once more. âWell, if we are being quite honest,â I said, clearing my throat. âYou are not a man and havenât been one for a long time. A very long time.â
âOh?â He smirked, leaning forward just a little bit. âSo, you summoned me to get fucked by a monster? Is that it?â
âThatâs not it, at all,â I interjected, calmly. âIt was not my intention to summon you at all. I was simply submitting your grimoire to our archives. I must have done it by accident, somehow.â
He hummed, unamused.Â
 Sukunaâs four eyes were trained on me. He took in my long passion twists and how they were pulled back into a high ponytail. They traveled down my face, taking in my cocoa skin and plump lips. He held his gaze on my mouth for what seemed like an entirety before moving down to my neck and ample bosoms. He sped right past those and my midsection, before zeroing in on my legs. I had been wearing a skirt that fell just above my knees, so the chubby limbs had been on display. The four pupils seemed to be glued to the pale panty-hose covering the thick thighs beneath them. They seemed to be calculating something. Maybe he was determining just how flexible I was or pondering how a woman could be that tall.Â
Whatever he was thinking about had swiftly left his mind the moment I cleared my throat.
The eyes snapped back up to me and a wicked grin formed on his face.
âThereâs something. . . different about you,â he said, suddenly. âSomething. . . off.â
âWhat do you mean?â I asked, adjusting my glasses.
âWell, if weâre being honest,â he mocked, completely mimicking my statement for moments before. âIt is not easy to summon anything, especially a demon. Even a lower-ranking demon would require some kind of preparation before his expected arrival.â The hulking monster took a small step toward me, the smile growing wider. âAnd as you know, little researcher, I am not an easy demon to summon. It takes a really strong mage to summon me at all, let alone by accident.â
In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me. His face was inches away from mine and his upper arms rested above my head. One of the hands from the lower arms had taken hold of my chin softly and tilted it upward. It forced me to look him in the eye. The smile on his face was devilish, but not at all sinister. Sukuna didnât necessarily want to scare me it seemed. His other intention? I had no fucking idea.Â
âI cannot smell fear on you, little human,â he growled. âNot one ounce. But do you know what I do smell?â
He waited.Â
He wanted me to respond to his question.
âWhat?â
âCuriosity.â He let the word roll from his tongue like it was something precious.
âWell, of course,â I scoffed. âI am an archivist. It is my job to be curious.â
âNo no no,â the monster shook his head. âThatâs not it.â He brought his face closer until our noses were an inch apart. âYou are curious about what I can do for you.â
âWhat are you talking about?â I asked, wiggling my chin from his grasp.Â
Sukuna moved his back and dropped his smile to a smirk. His upper arms were still above my head, while his lower ones were caging my body. âI can smell you, sweetheart.â
âWhat?â My eyes widened. âSmell what?â
âYour arousal,â he answered. âAnd it smells so, very sweet.â
My bottom lip fell between my teeth as felt the blush slowly rise up my cheeks.
His chuckle was deep and rawâ and it made my panties even wetter than before. His eyes scanned over my body once again, revisiting the old territory. By the twitching bulge in his pants, I could tell the feeling was mutual. I could feel the heat radiating between our bodies and we havenât necessarily touched yet. Mine was screaming and begging for my mind to take the opportunity. Finding Sukunaâs grimoire had taken up almost all of my spare time; making it even harder to seek fulfillment in other avenues. I didnât know when was the last time I entangled my limbs with someone elseâs. The temptation was real and strong. I almost didnât know what to do.Â
âHand me the voice recorder,â I sighed with a stern look on my face. âItâs the little gray device near the box.â
With the snap of his fingers, the recording was nestled in my right hand. The King of Curses didnât move one inch. I brought my eyes back up to his face and took in his devious smirk. It was so knowing and seemed unsurprised of my choice. He almost expected it and I hated that.Â
I pressed the âstopâ button on the device and tossed it aside. I made sure to never break eye contact with the eight-foot monster as my hands lowered to my shirt. My fingers found the buttons and slowly started to undo each one. The King of Curses swiftly lost our little staring contest and stared directly at my chest. My cleavage grew one inch at a time and it seemed he grew harder by the second. Once I was on the last button, Sukuna brought his hands up to touch my breasts, but I immediately slapped them away.
He laughed at the notion. âOooh, feisty. I love that in a woman.â
âDo you?â I asked with a smile.
âTheyâre always the best ones to break,â he winked.
I gave him an unamused look. âOn your knees.â
A look of genuine shock passed on his face. âExcuse me.â
âGet on your knees,â I enunciated each syllable in the sentence and kept that bored look on my face.
âI think you got it mistaken, sweetheart,â he quipped, bringing his face closer to mine. That time our noses actually touched. âI am the one in charge here.â
A dangerous smirk slowly inched up to my lips and situated itself there. âTell me, Mr. King of Curses, did you summon yourself or was I the one to do it?â
âYou were, butââ
âAnd according to my research,â I interjected, running a finger along his solid abs. âThe summoner is in full control of the demon if there is no bargain made between the two. Meaning, I can keep you here as long as I want and do whatever the fuck I want until I present you with some kind of deal. In other words.â I allowed my hands to slide lower against his abdomen until they brushed against the protruding tent in his leather pants. âI have you by the balls and I am the one in charge.â
There was an expression in his eye that I couldnât exactly place. It wasnât anger or frustration. It wavered the line of infatuation and intrigue. Just like me, the nine-hundred-year-old emperor was curious. I donât think people ever challenged him before, let alone women. It was easy to be afraid of the eight-foot-tall beast. He had four arms and two sets of eyes. All his teeth came down to a point and looked incredibly sharp. He had thick, lined tattoos on every part of his body, including his face. His eyes were an electric red and seemed to bore into oneâs soul the longer they looked at you. There were muscles littered all over that massive body and he could move faster than sound itself. Sukuna Ryomen was an obvious apex predator to me and I was nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.Â
He could have simply rejected my request and placed me on my knees instead. He had all the power to do it.Â
Yet, he didnât.
The King of Curses sunk to his knees slowly, keeping eye contact as he did so. He placed his hands on his lap and sat back on his heels. The demon looked up at me with wonder and a little anticipation. He had no idea what I was going to do next.
I let my open dress shirt slip from my arms and fall into a puddle at my feet. The only thing covering my top half was a simple cotton bra. It was pink and thin. When I looked down, I could see my perfectly pebbled nipples through the fabric.Â
Sukuna could not stop staring at them either.Â
Slowly, I lifted my left heel from the ground and took my leather pump into my grasp. I slipped the shoe off and tossed it aside. It hit the marble floor with a delayed âthudâ. I repeated the action with the other one and looked down at the red-eyed demon. His eyes were still on my chest. I pressed my back against the metal door once more and lifted my stocking-covered foot to his lap. I rubbed my toes along the thick thighs and inched closer to the leather tent situated between them. Gently, I ran my foot against the erect member. My toes wiggled up the thick shaft, attempting to feel it through the thick fabric. I pressed the ball of my foot atop the member and felt Sukuna shiver beneath me.Â
âOoh,â I taunted with a smirk. âSo you like that?â
âYes,â he said through clenched teeth.
âDoes it feel good, baby âkuna?â I asked, rubbing the ball of my foot against the shaft.Â
â. . . Yes.â
âBet you wish I would just unbutton your pants and use my hands, huh?â
The demon groaned and briefly closed his eyes. Sukuna opened his mouth to say something but immediately stopped. He tilted his head to the ceiling and murmured a few words in a language I didnât recognize. While he was distracted, I removed my foot from his crotch; earning a growl from him. I dropped my hands to my thighs and slowly lifted up my skirt until it was above my rear. I pressed my thumbs in the waistband of both my pantyhose and my underwear and shoved them down. They slid down my smooth legs with ease and ended up at my ankles a moment later. Sukunaâs eyes were back on me. The curly mound was in his eye line and I could see his nostril flare a few times.
It was taking everything in him not to dive right in.
âCome here, pet,â I cooed, widening my legs for him.
The massive demon closed the distance between our two bodies in a heartbeat. Yet, his hands remained on his lap and his gaze was on my face. He was waiting for instruction. I almost giggled at the notion. A famed warlord and emperor was waiting for a mere human to tell him what to do. The situation was ironic in every sense of the word. But, it made my heart swell with pride. I had the deadly man, both alive and dead, on his knees before me. Sukuna was practically begging with his eyes to kiss my cunt. He was doing all he could to be a good little poppet.Â
âHave a reward for being such an obââ
My leg was hoisted on his shoulder and the other was hooked on his elevated arm. Both of my feet were off the ground. My thighs were wide apart and my cunt was exposed to the demonâs hot breath. The lower lips were slick and sensitiveâ which made the sensation even more pleasurable. His heavy, wet tongue slid against the tingling vulva and made my whole body shiver. A silent curse fell from my lips and I took a tight hold of his pink hair. The demon repeated the action several times, before shoving his face between my thighs. His hot mouth latched onto the weeping cunt and began to suck. The air in my lungs had grown thick and it was suddenly hard to take a full breath. In addition to the suction, his plush tongue was lapping against my clit.Â
âOooh. . . fuck. . . pet,â I hissed, rolling my hips against his face. âYou are so good with that filthy mouth of yours. Keep going like this and Iâm gonna cream all over that pretty face.â
Sukuna growled at the statement and pressed his claws into my thighs. The action was light but still heavy. He didnât want to draw blood, but he still wanted to hold me very tightly.Â
I lifted one of the massive palms placed on my stomach and lifted it to my face. I took in the thick fingers and the veins along the back of it. There were callouses on the fingers and a few on the inside. His claws were sharp enough to slit a throat, which explains his gentleness with them. I brought the bruised knuckles and gave them a tender kiss. I repeated the action on each finger until I was met with the claws once again. The longer I looked at his fingers, the more I wanted them in my mouth. I lowered my tongue from between my lips and ran the tip of it against the underside of the claws. The demon groaned in response and gripped my thighs tighter. I took long strides against the calloused digits and made sure to keep constant eye contact.Â
âCan you lose the claws or not?â I asked, breathless.Â
I could feel my peak gently rising over the horizon. There was a warm sensation slowly growing in my belly and my legs started to buckle. My hips were vibrating against his suckling maw and Sukuna had no intention of stopping any time soon.
Without warning, the claws on all four of his hands started to shrink back into his nail bed. Once they were close enough to the fingertip, the point widened and formed a standard fingernail. It was still black, of course. I smiled wickedly at the fingers and started to lick them all over again. Slowly, I started adding suction to the licks. I moved my lips to each digit, starting at the pinky, until I was left with the middle and an index finger. I bit my bottom lips lightly in anticipation. I was internally scolding myself for being excited over a silly thing.Â
It was just a hand. It was nothing more. Sure, his palm was almost the size of my face and his fingers were twice the length of mine. It was a standard working manâs hand. The rational part of my brain couldnât see why a girl would be so infatuated with something so mundane and ordinary. However, the irrational part of my brain couldnât help but picture them within me. The fingers were so long and invitingâ and not to mention pretty thick. Two of them were the width of a standard cock and would fill me decently. But a third would stretch me deliciously. It would do a wonderful job preparing for the monster between his legs.Â
âAdd a finger into my center,â I instructed, lowering his palm from my mouth. âAnd hook it upward.â
The obedient demon did exactly what he was told and pressed a finger to my center. The digit easily slipped into my awaiting hole. A low moan fell from my lips as he pressed against my G-spot. My hips rolled against his hand, greedy for more friction.Â
âAdd another,â I said quickly.Â
The need to be stretched was becoming more prevalent and more prevalent. The second finger slipped into my canal and I shuddered. The subtle burn of the intrusion was glorious. The calloused fingertips pressing against the spongy area sent me deeper into bliss. His plump lips were still suckling my throbbing bud. The air in my lungs had gradually started to grow thicker and my body started to tingle. My mouth casually fell open as my eyes closed. My body was buzzing, vibrating from everything that I was experiencing. I had never felt this good with any partner I had. Many would complain about me even asking for oral. While others thought a clit lick was enough to make me cum. Yet, here was a Demon. The King of Curses on his knees feasting on my cunt like it was the last meal heâs ever had. A bloodthirsty heathen, at least according to history, was willing to treat me like a goddess and the mortal men thought me an object.Â
Of course, it did help that he was attractiveâ in the worst way possible.Â
My back arched against the metal door and my hips started to splutter against his face. All the air came rushing into my throat at once. My hand, shakily, gripped one of Sukunaâs spare ones. I interlocked our fingers and squeezed them tightly. I felt the demon tremble from beneath me. My messy cunt humped his pretty face as I rode out the climax. Silent curses fell from my lips like a goddamn sailor and my whimpers were barely audible. Stars exploded behind my eyes and electricity coursed through my veins.Â
When the wave had come to a staggering halt, I pushed Sukunaâs head away from my oozing pussy. His fingers slipped from my sensitive walls shortly after. The demon set my shaky legs down and sat me on his lap while he rested on his heels. He stared at me with all four of his eyes. A tired smile fell on my lips as I gazed down at him, happily.Â
âKiss me.â
His lips were on mine before I could finish the last syllable.Â
The kiss was slow and sensual. It made my heart grow warm and needy. It felt like something youâd give to a forgotten lover. Like a last effort to remind them of what they had lost. It engulfed me in feelings I hadnât felt in a long time. Tricked my brain into thinking he actually had feelings for a mere mortal.Â
I pulled away from the embrace to catch my breath. His kisses continued on. They inched down my jaw and along my neck. My shaky hand reached up to his pink locks and tugged lightly. My body rolled against his; desire was nipping at my heels once more. A pair of hands took hold of my waist and kneaded the soft flesh around it. I sighed, amused at the sensation. The skilled fingers moved lower and lower until they were palming my rear. He squeezed and pinched the soft flesh, growling while he completed the action. The hands moved lower and captured my thighs. He hoisted my body in the air once again. We were still attached at the lips. My hands were in his hair and my hips were rolling against his lap.Â
"I need you," the demon growled against my neck. "I need to be inside of you. Right now or I'm going to paint the floor with my seed."
He wasn't the type to beg, I knew that for sure. The little statement was meant to suggest that he was nearing his limit. More than ever, he was desperate to be situated between my walls.Â
A chuckle fell from my lips. "I barely touched you and you're already going to cum? You better not be a minute man, 'Kuna."
He scoffed and lifted his head from my neck. The intensity of his gaze made my insides rumble with delight and my head spin. âDonât be mistaken, Historian. This little game of yours is truly something, but donât let it go to your head. I could fuck you to the inch of your life and still wouldnât reach my peak. You mortals are easy to break, all it takes is a few orgasms and some dirty words.â
I hummed, unamused by the comment. âIs that what you want? To break every woman you come in contact with?â
âOnly the pretty ones,â he quipped, pinching my backside.
I didnât even flinch.Â
âWell, letâs see how long you can keep up with me, Your Majesty,â I said with a sigh. âGive me your worst.â
âYou shouldnât have said that, little human,â he snickered. âYouâre gonna regret it.â
With the flick of his wrist, the remnants of my clothes were in ribbons on the marble floor. Never once did my feet touch the ground in the process either. He cradled me with one pair of arms while using the other to do his dirty work. I was completely bare before Sukuna, and our bare chests were pressed together. His upper arms were caressing and massaging the soft flesh along my back, while his lower arms hooked around my legs and gripped the underside of my thighs. The King of Curses brought his lips to mine once again, before lowering my body onto his awaiting member. I didnât even notice that he had taken off his pants and exposed the massive rod into the cool air of the room. Due to our position, it was hard to catch a glimpse of what it looked like, but I did feel it.Â
A gasp fell from my lips as my eyes fell closed. The stretch was delectable and stung marvelously. My oozing walls contracted against the throbbing member, almost begging him for inch after inch. The girth was unimaginable and it almost brought tears to my eyes. I dug my nails into the Curseâs forearms and tossed my head back. Silent moans kissed my lips as my walls continued to ooze all around him. Sukunaâs breath grew coarse and his grip on my thighs was tight. I could feel his eyes staring at me; taking in my lewd demeanor and the feeling of my tight pussy.
Before we both knew it, his entire length was situated in me and it seemed to shock him greatly.
âHow fascinating,â he marveled, moving his upper hands to hips. âNever has a human taken all of me, without some resistance. This union is going to be better than I originally anticipated.â
âIâm ready when you are, âKuna,â I said, gripping his forearms tightly.Â
The eight-foot-tall curse started off slowly raising my body off his shaft and lowering back down gently. It was a cautionary measure to just how much I could take and how fast. Little by little he increased his speed and pressure. More and more my body bounced with such rigor and persistence. I didnât start to truly make noise until the monster was basically dropping me on his awaiting cock as if I weighed nothing at all. Shouts mixed with moans spilled from my lips as I looked up at his face. Sukuna wore a cocky smirk with pride. It felt as though he was proud of himself for obtaining such a reaction out of me. I dug my nails into his forearms and watched as his smirk faltered from the sensation.Â
Pain mustâve been the easiest way to his heart.
The heavy member was stretching out my poor womanhood in every direction. However, I could feel the plush head hitting a spot deep within my cunt, just beneath my cervix. The pleasurable sensation was making every nerve in my body sing. The longer his thrusts invaded my welcoming body, the closer I was being brought to orgasm. It wasnât long before my thighs started to tremble from the insane movements of the monster. A thin sheet of sweat started to form on my body. I could feel my walls flutter rapidly against the massive cock and tension build in my lower abdomen.Â
âGonna cum already?â He snickered. âI thought you said I was supposed to keep up with you?â
I lazy smile fell on my lips. âYour ignorance is showing, baby âKuna.â
âPlease do share, Miss Historian.â
 Before I could reply to the statement, the King of Curse started to drop me even harder on his cock. The additional pressure on my a-spot had forced an electric shock through my body. My upper half jolted forward and my grip on his forearms tightened even more. I could see my knuckles begin to turn white from the hold I had on him. All the nerves in my body began to buzz and my abdomen started to ache. The climax was close enough for me to taste, but not close enough to devour. The need to cum had taken over every other thought in my mind. The worries about how dangerous the monster fucking me had slipped away. I no longer cared that he had been the most dangerous man in history, nor did I care about how completely insane the evening had been with him. I had never imagined being entangled with such a notorious curse and having him fucking me for the last hour with little kickback. I couldnât believe how much I was enjoying having this monster at my beck and call. Nor could I believe that he sank to his knees and submitted to me.Â
It wasnât something I had been expecting, but I sure as hell wanted more of it.Â
The orgasm struck my body like an arrow and threw me forward. Sukuna quickly repositioned his handsâ wrapping two arms around my upper back and two around my waist. My thighs hooked around his hips and my arms were placed around his neck. My entire body was convulsed from the orgasm. I pressed my face fell against his smooth chest as I shivered against him. Curses and whimpers oozed from my lips as my cunt painted his dick with a thick creamy substance. He never stopped his thrusts. Sukuna kept the same, hard and quick pace as I became undone before him. The feeling was completely otherworldly and indescribable. I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted to be apart from him. I wanted our bodies to be joined together forever.
When the final wave of the orgasm left, an insatiable feeling had taken its place. An unrecognizable greed ate at my womb, begging the monster to fill it to the brim with his seed. The need wasnât something I was ashamed of, but I wouldnât dare share it with Sukuna. The King of Curses would let the statement go straight to his head.
I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his half-hooded eyes. He was studying me closely. Taking in my every reaction to see what my body craved the most. It made my heart flutter.
While his hips worked their magic, I leaned back into his arms and placed my hands on his shoulders. Slowly, I moved my left hand along his collarbone and placed it at the base of his neck. His eyes were focused on my face, a look of encouragement on his face. He wanted to be choked. His crimson eyes were practically begging me for it.Â
But, I needed to hear him say it.
I moved my hand back to his shoulder but never broke eye contact. A look of disappointment flashed upon his face before he quickly washed it awayÂ
âIf you want something, pet,â I offered with a smirk. âYou gotta use your big boy words.â
âYouâre such a fucking tease,â he groaned, rolling his eyes.
âAnd you wouldnât have it any other way,â I replied, the smirk widening to a smile. âNow, come on, baby âKuna, tell your Mistress what you want her to do to you.â
A sigh fell from his lips and he briefly closed his eyes. âWill you. . . Can you. . . choke you me. . . please?â
I could feel my heart flutter once more from the broken sentence. I was almost tempted to ask him to repeat it, but I knew he wouldnât no matter how much I begged. The shameful look he gave me when he opened his eyes made my insides stir. It added to the overall pleasure of the slow, deep thrusts he had been giving me. My chest was swelling with an emotion I didnât fully recognize and I was almost scared to acknowledge it. There were remnants of love and longing in his gaze. I had seen glimpses of the emotions earlier, but I had tried to convince myself that I was going insane. Yet, the more I looked at him, the clearer his emotions seemed to me.
Slowly, I placed my hand on his neck and gave it a subtle squeeze.Â
His eyes fluttered closed and a low groan erupted from his abdomen. âHarder. . .â The request was just above a whisper, but it echoed through my mind loudly.Â
Like the good Mistress I was, I complied.
Realizing that Sukuna was far from humanâ and didnât require air to surviveâ placed an evil idea in my mind. I mustered up all the strength in my right hand and squeezed his thick neck with everything in me. I watched my knuckles flicker from their usual color to a chalk-white as I did so. The massive monster shivered underneath me and his eyes fluttered shut. Deep, animalistic growls pierced the air around us. They were followed by the swift changing of his thrusts against my body. Instead of fucking me tenderly with a hint of aggression, Sukuna had switched to screwing me like he hated me. His hips slammed against my center with such rigor, I almost couldnât think straight. My whole body bounced and jumped against his. My breath grew thick in my throat and my nerves seemed to sing. My thighs grew slicker and slicker by the second until I was sure my arousal was oozing all over his lap.Â
âFuck!â Sukuna growled, beneath me. âWhy do you feel so good around me, mortal?â
I didnât even have the air to respond to him. My head was doing a dangerous dance and jumbling all the thoughts within it. Even in my sedated state, I maintained the pressure I had on his neck. I could feel his thick member jolt and twitch within me. The reaction seemed to surprise him as well. His body took off in a smooth vibration as growls erupted from his throat. The King of Curses was nearing his end, only after about 30 minutes of constant penetration. To a human, that length of stamina wouldâve been impressive. He would have been categorized as a good amongst men. But for a monster? It was questionable. Sukuna was known to fight for days without breaking a sweat. He could obliterate armies and leave relatively unharmed. There had been stories of his whore-ish escapades as well. Tales on how he had to reserve almost ten women in a brothel to get his rocks off. The stories, also, continued to say how each woman had to be given a ârest dayâ after spending a night with him and would happily do it all over again.
His hips vibrated against my pelvis and I felt his grip tighten on my thighs. A string of curses dripped from his tongue and he squeezed his eyes shut.Â
âIâm gonna paint those pretty walls with my seed,â he growled, thrusting even faster into my cunt. âMark my fucking territory so no other man can enter.â
The sensation in my belly was downright undeniable. The chilly approach to the climax had first taken over my toes. Numbness inched up the little nubs and to my calves. However, there was a change in temperature as it approached my thighs. I was no longer cold in that area, but insanely hot. There was heat that radiated from Sukuna and glittered over to me. My thighs felt as though they were burning and my stomach was on fire. Yet, it wasnât painful. It was pleasurable. It gave me an added adrenaline boost. Instead of freezing like a fawn when the climax approached, I attacked like a bear. My nails dug into Sukunaâs neck and shoulder. I tossed my head back fiercely and felt the scrunchie holding my twists burst. Long strands cascaded over my naked, sweaty body.Â
âHarder,â I growled, my head tilted to the ceiling. âCome on, pet. Fuck me like you mean it.â
My back hit the table moments later. My thighs were still spread open and wide for the monster. He pressed his body against mine completelyâ the closest we have been since this whole ordealâ and started to rut into me. Filling me over and over again with his over-sensitive cock. The pants coming from his lips sounded criminal and downright wrong. It was strange to hear a monster almost out of breath, especially when to sex. The activity was so natural in comparison to what atrocities Sukuna was usually up to. It felt like the King was giving me all he had in that last round. Mustering up his last bit of stamina to satisfy his mistress.Â
That forbidden feeling was stirring in me once again. The one that felt dangerously similar to love. Even with my nearly fucked-out brain, I knew it was impossible to feel that way about someone I had just met a little while ago. It was even more irresponsible to feel that way about a literal King of Curses. A former menace to society in life and current pain in the ass in death. Just as much as Sukuna pleasured me, he annoyed the absolute shit out of me as well. His arrogant attitude and boastful demeanor almost made me hate him. Almost. It was his wavering obedience and the look I got when I choked him that changed my mind. I couldnât hate him. At least not right now.
The orgasm was mind-numbing and appeared out of nowhere. It was the strongest of the three and seemed to have sent me into the atmosphere. My back arched against the table and my nails dug into his ribs. My eyes rolled back and my mouth fell open. Above me, I could feel Sukunaâs body freeze for a few seconds. His hips jolted and trembled fiercely as his cock spasmed within me. Hot cum spilled from his slit and oozed into my awaiting pussy. Broken breaths fell from his lips as he gathered my body into his arms once again. Sukuna wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. A searing kiss was placed on my lips as he lazily thrust into my slick cunt. It felt as though he wanted to empty every last drop into me before pulling away.
Yet, even when he finished emptying his load into me, the King of Curses still held me in his arms. The kiss had long been broken, but his forehead was pressed against mine afterward. His eyes were closed and his breathing was soft. There was a peaceful look on his face. He didnât seem to be the massive warlord, the King of Curses, or the cocky bastard that blew my back outâ he was simply Sukuna and that was enough for me. My hands found refuge in his hair. I stroked the pink locks tenderly and hummed sweetly. That forbidden feeling hadnât left just yet. Everything about that moment oozed intimacy and, dare I say it, love. As much as I wanted more of itâ as much as I fucking craved itâ I knew it was not meant to be. I knew I had to be satisfied with just this. My hands in his hair and his body against my own.
âYou stole something from me,â Sukuna spoke, finally lifting his forehead from mine. He opened his crimson eyes and searched my face. I didnât know what he was looking for.Â
I lowered my hand from his hair. âWhat did I steal?â
âMy power,â he replied, wrapping his arms around me and pulling away. âYou stole my power. Well, some of it at least.â
I sat up at the edge of the table and combed a twist behind my ear. âWhat are you talking about? How is that even possible?â
âIt isnât possible!â He snapped back with his back to me.Â
His heavy feet paced around the small archive room and there was a quizzical expression on his face. The monster had been completely deep in thought. He was working out every possible answer, theory, or hypothesis in his head as to what the hell was going on. Wondering how a mere mortal could conjure him with any preparation. Thinking about how she was able to make him subtle to her with little effort. Questioning how it was even possible that she could steal  some of his power if she wasnât a curse user. I knew what he was thinking because I too was thinking the exact same thing. The situation was bizarre for both parties and left us both stumped.Â
Until my eyes dropped to the discarded grimoire on the floor and something suddenly clicked.
âI didnât steal your power,â I said, watching Sukuna stop in his tracks at the sound of my voice. âI contained it.â
Slowly, his head turned to me as the thought penetrated his mind as well. A slow, cocky smile was pulled onto his lips.Â
âYou are my vessel,â he replied. âMy anchor in the mortal world.â
âIn other words, I amââ
âDestined to be mine. Forever.â
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a/n: what's good y'all? I know I am hella late to kinktober, but here's my submission. I wanted to do something a little different for you y'all. do you we like the longer stories? how do we feel about the prompts? be honest tell me how you feel about it. i love reading your comments.
also, I will post a new story before the end of October, so watch out for that.
thinking about an official taglist. how do we feel about that?
see you soon.
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11~ Wet Dream
Warnings â ď¸: Masturbation, wet dreams, reader getting caught
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This didnât turn out as good as I had hoped and kind of hope you guys like it anyway, but my mind is making me think this was absolute garbageâŚ
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YawntutsyĂŹp: Darling; Little Loved One
Syulang: Flower
Tawtute: Sky Person (Human)
Word Count: 2.2k
The comets of Pandora usually came around once every ten years. Today marked the day that Riânela, Nor, Teylan, and Ahaâriâs sister could finally join in a tradition their clan usually did by holding a gathering to witness the beauty of what today held.
The four of them had decided to invite the tawtute scientists for this occasion to watch it together as a group. A lot of them had sat scattered in their own little world but enough for one of us to stand near them in case they needed protecting from the wildlife that was active throughout the night.
Iâd been stuck with one who decided to be off on her own, she was often quiet and off in her own world, never really bothering me or any of the others and I never knew what was going on in her mind, but she had managed to get comfortable enough to fall asleep.
A couple of her tawtute companions had come by, giggling to themselves as they begun drawing random and obscure objects, when Iâd asked them what they were doing they stated it was a tradition they often did whenever someone fell asleep first during a gathering, it made no sense to me but I shrugged it off and believed if they hadnât been doing anything to harm her, she would be fine.
The ironic thing is that all tawtute had fallen asleep and the comets were due to come within the next hour, I was tempted to draw on their masks in retaliation but believed it to be childish and probably something Y/n wasnât willing to do either way, yet I wasnât sure as I didnât know her.
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The sights the forest of Pandora had to offer were mesmerizing indeed, but as always the sun being out caused a heat that made me feel sticky, I raised an arm to wipe the sweat off my brow- as I always did whenever I was outside too long- and come in contact with my own face. I pause for a second as it takes me some time to come to the realization that I had been outside and was able to touch my face, meaning I was outside in the ambience of Pandora without the protection of my mask, I take a few more seconds to collect my thoughts and decide that since I had been breathing well before, I should be fine, right?
I blink and suddenly find myself in the meeting room with Alma, Priya, Soâlek, Teylan, Nor, Riânela, and Ahaâriâs sister, everyone seems to be in a great mood judging by the smiles plastered all over their faces, I can feel the smile tugging on my lips as well and feel like this victory couldnât have been done without Ahaâriâs sister doing a bunch of the heavy lifting. I hear someone clearing their throat and find myself looking up toward Soâlek, who happened to already be looking back at me and I could feel my face growing hotter the longer he looked at me.
Itâs like we had a silent conversation as I knew he wanted me to follow him yet I have no idea what words had been shared between us. Whatever corridor we were currently walking in made me feel as though I was being tugged to follow him, his back moving in such a way that I knew he was walking slowly because of me. I could see his tanhĂŹ glowing on his backside as he continued to block whatever light was being offered by the poorly lit corridor, which is why I knew where to keep going as I followed him.
I blink and again am shifted into the middle of the forest at night, the sky glowing a brilliant shade of black as the stars littered amongst the sky lit up the world above me, the bioluminescent plants lighting the world below me, and Soâlek standing with his back against a tree. More words are shared again and just like before Iâm unsure of what words were spoken, I could just tell based off of a feeling, my heart beating faster and suddenly I can feel myself with my hands and kneeâs on the forest floor just as his rough voice finally speaks words I can hear.
âAre you ready yawntutsyĂŹp?â He asks in a heavy voice and all I could do was stay in silence, half of me tempted to agree with being ready to whatever it was he was proposing, and another part of me being scared, although I didnât have time to figure anything out as my own voice had spoken toward him.
âYes-â A breathy moan passes my tongue and I can slightly feel a bit of pressure on my cunt, I hadnât even realized I had been wet and ready for him until a minuscule breeze blew by and I could feel a coolness on my own thighs right as he pushes the tip in and I can feel myself stretching to accommodate to him.
âYou are very tiny, tawtute.â He groans, sounding as though he was struggling to get those words out, I could feel more pressure at my entrance and could tell he was starting to push in deeper, a whine coming from me as I struggled to fit what he was barely pushing in.
âSoâlek w-wait,â I nearly shouted as I could feel his movements falter to my requests, my eyes having shut as the pressure grew, I could feel him reaching down past my breast and my stomach and toward my cunt, collecting whatever bits of moisture he could and beginning to rub my clit lightly, sliding back out slowly and thrusting whatever bit of length he had back in.
âIs this better?â He asks and all I could do was let out a low moan, not even a proper answer, and I wasnât even ashamed of it.
I had grown to like the way Soâlek looked and could appreciate the little intricate patterns of his stripes and the way his tanhĂŹ were littered around his body as if precisely placed by the great mother herself. I had harbored these feelings for quite a while now but had never said anything in fear of my feelings not being reciprocated and being left heart broken, but at this very moment my heart- amongst other things- had felt full.
âFuck, Soâlek, go faster-â I mumbled as the strokes on my clit were starting to feel dull and I was growing used to the length he had pushed inside of me, ready to take on more of whatever he had to offer, knowing he wasnât pushed in to the hilt.
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âSoâlek w-wait,â
My ears perk up at the sound of my name being mumbled from her lips, I turn my head to look at her to see if she had woken up, but her plump lips had been closed as she lied on her stomach, her head facing me, her eyes still closed. She must have been dreaming, but I wonder what she was seeing behind her eye lids as she had called out my name, curiosity gets the better of me as I sniff the air around her to ensure she was fine. Having had her straying further from her peers whenever she settled on this place meant I had to stray far as well to ensure she was safe.
âHmmm,â
My ears perk up once more and wonder if she had been injured and was too weak to rouse from sleep, a part of me growing worried and wondering if one of our snakes had managed to sneak up and bite her, its venom spreading through her body as I sat idly by without taking care of the situation. I lean down closer and sniff the air around her, wondering if she was injured in any way, careful to not sniff too close to tickle her and wake her. My brows pinched together when I caught a light floral scent instead, having never smelled that whenever Iâd walked past her, wondering why that scent had been emanating from her.
I see as she grinds her hips toward the ground and lets out another moan, my eyes widen at the action as I now realize the kind of dream she had been having, but considering she had spoken my name earlier meant I was involved with it. Had she been harboring feelings for me that I had been blind to?
I turn my head to look for Riânela who had been the closest NaâVi to me but I still had to squint my eyes to get a good look at her. To my surprise she too had been lying down, her back facing me, and from the looks of it she had been breathing evenly which meant she had fallen asleep around the humans she was near and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
âFuck, Soâlek-â My head turns at the mention of my name and I couldnât help but shamefully look at her pleasuring herself as she humped the ground below her.
âGo faster,â She mumbles her next words with a moan, her tiny hips moving faster and I couldnât help but look back at Riânela to see her back was still toward me, asking the great mother for forgiveness as I turn for my back to face the tawtute before me, staring right at her and taking a breath before sliding my tewng over to the side.
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It hadnât taken long for him to push his cock all the way in and I could feel as though I was full in a good way, the tip of his cock barely kissing the tip of my cervix as he thrusts in slowly, making sure I was comfortable with such a length. I started to feel minimal pressure building in my belly and bucked my hips back to meet his thrust feeling the pressure on my clit as he pushed against my nub harder.
âOh my God-â
âGod is not present here, just me.â He speaks while slamming into me and I couldnât help but hite my lip and closed my eyes harshly, seeing stars as he pounded relentlessly, I felt my brows knit at an upright position as he continues to pleasure me and my moans starting to become unstoppable.
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âYou sound like youâre close, syulang, do you want to come?â I asked as I huffed in her ear hearing a high pitched whine before she nods her head and I grin. I continued gliding my hand over my shaft at the rate of her actions and felt myself getting close as well.
âUse your words like the good girl you are,â I whispered in her ear, allowing myself to lick the shell of her ear and hearing another moan ripping through her beautiful pouty lips.
âY-yes puh-please,â Her movements become more erratic as she digs her hips down to the floor and her nose crinkles lightly, puffs of air coming out rapidly and lightly dusting the inside of her mask with fog with every breath she takes.
âCome for me sweet girl,â I mumble as I feel my cock ready to blow, her gasps of air just before she came having sent me over the edge as rope after rope of my come leaks out of my abused cock, the tip had been a darker blue -almost purple- in color and I watch as her hips still, I bite my own lip and curse in NaâVi, Iâve never felt that way before, especially with a tawtute.
I place my slowly softening cock back into my loincloth as I attempt to catch my breath, I look up to the sky to thank the great mother for this opportunity- and also to check if the comets have decided to make their appearance but havenât seen anything- turning my head back down and freeze upon seeing her eyes wide open.
âDid I just-â She pauses as she looks at me, her eyes crossing for a second before looking around her mask, the drawings probably becoming more visible to her in this state.
âWhat the fuck,â She whispers to herself and I stare in awe of her use of the language, never being one to have heard her cuss in the first place.
âTo answer your question, you did.â I rip her out of her thoughts and watch as her focus returns to me, eyes widening as her pout returns.
âBut I did too,â I respond honestly and watch as her eyes widen, finally lifting her head from the forest floor to look down and see the evidence I had yet to cover up, her eyes going toward my clothed member and quickly moving back up to meet mine, embarrassment filling her eyes.
âDid I talk out loud?â She questions quietly, body molding to sit with her legs crossed as she shyly stares at the floor, I can only place my hand underneath her chin and picked it up slightly to make her look back at me.
âYou did, but I did not mind, I enjoyed myself as well.â I stated but she stays quiet and a thought flashes in my mind.
âWould you like to draw on your companions masks as well? I know where they hid the marker.â I offer and watch as her face shoots up quickly, a giant smile spreading on her lips as she nods enthusiastically.
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Dr. Shen's Log
Dr. Shen Jiu, Head of Research at Cang Qiong Facilities. Date, 22, 5, 2024
Project Pisces is finally beginning to see proper results, though I am not particularly pleased with the methods being used to obtain them.
Over the course of several small missions, Dr. Shang has been able to perform rudimentary communication with the Leviathan Class mer known as âYue Qingyuanâ and establish something of a relationship with him. I do not agree with his insistence on forming this pseudo friendship with the mer; he treats this entire mission like itâs some sort of friendly encounter between neighbors and not a project thousands of dollars and several careers are currently riding upon.
Regardless, he has been able to express to the mer our intentions; that is, that we wish to learn about him and his behaviors in the interest of conservation and establishing better relations between our respective species. In addition, he has finally started asking some pertinent questions; such as the scope of the merâs territory, his preferred prey and hunting patterns, and how amiable he would be to coming closer to the surface so he might be inspected in person by researchers.
The merâs territory, if he is to be believed, is the largest of any weâve ever recorded, and reaches depths thought impossible for most species exempting only the largest and most dangerous of the Leviathan Class. Additionally, he would evidently be very amiable to coming closer to the surface and âmeeting the humans behind the voiceâ. So much so, that he is apparently willing to even breach the surface itself, and come up beside one of our vessels for direct examination.
I expressed my skepticism regarding the idea, but Dr. Shang has been adamant in his belief that it would be perfectly safe to interact with this mer directly. Considering the mer named âthe large, hook suckered squidâ as one of his preferred prey items, I have counted this insistence towards the manâs evident insanity.
Despite my concerns however, Dr. Shangâs insistence and âexpertiseâ on the matter has won over the board, and most of the other researchers.
During our most recent mission, Dr. Shang told âYue Qingyuanâ during a dialogue that we would like to meet him directly at the surface, emphasizing that he must not use his secondary voice at all or it could seriously harm any humans near him. He has agreed, and I voiced my continued displeasure in Dr. Shangâs methods as a date was set for a direct examination. I have determined that I am surrounded by suicidal idiots.
End Log.
(Bonus Log: Dr. Shen Jiu, Head of Research at Cang Qiong Facilities. Date: 24, 5, 2024
When I expressed my intentions to remain at the research station during the scheduled surfacing of âYue Qingyuanâ tomorrow, Dr. Shang called me a âwimpâ and âpoor excuse for a scientist, too frightened to step onto the field the moment things become a little dangerous.â
I will be submitting a request for his removal from the project immediately, and making it clear that I did not intend to avoid the mission; in fact I will personally measure the mer when he surfaces!
End Log.)
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CHANGE.
cw: re4remake leon... just a lil more rude than usual. covers very sensitive topics: theft and surrogate prostitution (not mentioned), SUPERRR NOT CANON.
nsfw cw: DUBCON i think? (always practice safe and consensual sex) (slight-enemy smut idfk) dom!re4remake leon kennedy x sub! fem/afab-reader. size kink, creampie?? spit kink?? squirting?? mild degradation, pet names, feminine terms... straight up porn tbh i dont even know BRUHH WTFI DONT EVEN KNOW THE THINGS I WRITE
[to clarify, i am a minor (17). anyone <17 and anyone >17 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]
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synopsis :
your job is simple. as long as you exploit and delude the men at the top of the social pyramid, ada sponsored you with her safety and training. though, your naivete made it easy for ada to convince you that you weren't just some dirty pawn stationed in a particular estateâwhich happens to be leon's next mission area.
when he encounters you to perform your arrest, leon prays to any god up there that he has the patience not to mess you over for turning into the person you've become today.
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"â just listen to me, damn it!" leon scolded as he tugged onto the metal that strung your cuffed wrists together, cutting your retorts off with your abrupt grit of pain. your insistence of denying his chances without hearing him out made you more irritable than you already were. "you have no idea what you're carrying. you're gonna start a fucking epidemic if you take that anywhere near ada, you understand?"
it was understandable. you were carrying a formula. some unethical, potent 'opium' derived from a variant of the t-virus. freshly baked by some ex-umbrella geeks, it was marketed to be an effective drug, planned to be distributed to some sort of paramilitary in spain to modify their strength to inexplicable heights (which was proved to be false, yet some arrogant virologists insisted it had potential, so unethical 'scientists' wanted to get their hands on improving it). that's all you know about it, anyway.
leon's true nature behind his words rooted from the fact that he was fucking worried for you and it's not only because of the position that ada put you in right now. that enigmatic woman, treating you like some guinea pig and you couldn't even see it. it surprised leon that you were even alive.
leon knew you way before ada discovered you in that dark junction, before you dropped out of police academy without a word and went back to your old ways of 'getting through life'.
leon was your role model. he was the first one to make friends with you while you stood 'incompetent' in that academy.
but people dug their eyes in you because of your history. all it takes is a few facebook searches and some names for the other fellow cadets to define you using your past. and when the awareness rose to leon, he was the first one to defend you.
the eidetic memory of you; you were sat on a hall bench with his jacket hung loosely over your dropping shoulders, gripping an unopened water bottle that turned lukewarm. your fingers felt numb from the tremors of anxiety, and the broodingly saddened look in your eyes.
he was knelt in front of his dear friend, trying to reassure you that people can change, and you were already making those efforts. his thumbs held your palms when with a serious tone, encouraged you into promising him that you will never change; because you are a sweet girl and you never deserved to be shamed for something you thought was your survival. within this promise, he also promised you that as long as you kept your self-faith you will never go back to what you hated being. you should've seen how genuine his smile look when you chuckled sheepishly, the flush on your cheeks earning a double reasoning.
and now, it pained him more to realize that he regrets not making another promise, one he held back from saying that night. don't leave him.
a very selfish, unwarranted yet passionate part of him believes that you'd been so cruel to him, abandoning him like that. and now you want to leave again?
now you're being reprimanded by the cop who you looked at like he was a hero.
where was the bright cadet in those eyes, the one that looked up to him?
and it was just great of you to articulate further on how much he underestimated your stubbornness."i'm slowing you down. if it's not me (who will escort the sample), it's gonna be ada. you thought she was a one-man job? that you can somehow negotiate with her because you guys fucked once? my god, have you ever changed?-" out of being so naive? but the words don't follow because he knows you were going to say it.
leon's hand slid from your back to grip harshly at the back collar of your shirt, lifting your chest up from the table abruptly. he locked eyes with you, hidden tension bubbling the air like odorless toxins. he scoffs, and his low voice turned deliberate as he tried to spell the irony out for you. "ada. doesn't. work with people. she uses them, and you're not some 'special exception'."
and it's true, he knows it all too well..
"she uses... people like you." you were quick to correct him indignantly with a struggling breath. leon knew nothing about you and ada. ada was like a big sister to you. she taught you what you couldn't learn at police academy. she understood where you came from, and she knows the lowest moments in your life. but leon knew all of that too, didn't he?
"you know why?"
he scoffs. "enlighten me." and there was a subtle increase of tightness in his grip, eyes narrowing down at your bent-over body in anticipation.
"'cause you're a fuck up, kennedy."
upon hearing your quips, he thought maybe he should add a small noise of pain to it, because he flushed you further against the surface with a force that hinted irritation. he had enough of this pointless hissing. "listen, y'little bitch..." he gruffed with the mere frustration surging his voice. he's probably never addressed a woman like that, but oh, how people can shift within the span of their emotion. "you have the sample, now tell me where it is. and if you have it, then you know what to do."
leon wasn't confident that you had the item on you, knowing ada was most likely using you as a decoy. he didn't want to hurt you. even if you've looked like you've changed; to him, you haven't..
of course you were holding the "formula", leon was just dumb enough to think you actually had it on you. your eyes fluttered before you laughed emptily in heavy breaths, peeking over your shoulder whilst he did not let up on you. your torso was starting to fucking hurt. but so was your pride. "then come get it, rookie." you baited.
you ignited an internal burn he didn't even know he had. one that reached the peak of its abrasion.
"..fuck you." he growled inaudibly before you yelped, feet off the ground. and fuck ada, too.
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if you were gonna keep acting like a brat, he was going to fuck you like one.
his hand came behind your head, locking your hair in a tight grip while you felt his tongue glide against yours in a messy kiss. an overwhelming amount of affectionate frustration surged as he propped you up firmer on that desk. he ate your whines as he tired your damp mouth out, the rising feeling of grudge-rooted sexual frustration pining somewhere inside him hotly.
"why do you hate me so much, mmm?" he gasped quietly for a breath, his hand letting go of your hair and holding both sides of your hips, hastily pulling your pants up mid-thigh. he needed to be inside you, he just needed it so bad..
"cause you're .. hhah.. y-you've become too cocky f'your own good, kennedy-" leon scoffs at the sight of you drooled up with the trails of mixed saliva. you're sure that's not you? you could've fooled him, you were fucking soppingâtrails of your essence sticking to your underwear. it made him moan low in desperation. he wanted to lick it all up. "is that right.." he muttered with utter lack of amusement as his cold thumb glided over your fluids absentmindedly, spreading one fold apart slightly to get a better look. his eyes soften, breath hitching knowing it's gonna feel so good inside you.
"d-definitely too cocky!-" you insisted with a contrast whine that emitted from your sweet voice, expecting him to start off with letting you adjust to his tip first. but you're hopeless for thinking leon would ever go soft on you just because you only remember the "naive" version of him years ago. people change, right?
you were suddenly squirming when you felt him fill and thrust into you thickly, humbling your little cunny as it pulsated. dumb little bunny, leon thinks to himself, watching you start to fluster and retort weakly beneath him with your ankles on his shoulders.
his hand comes up to your head, smacking your cheek swiftly. "shut up. shut the fuck up." he growls, eyes narrowing mildly, holding your cheeks with one hand as he pried your little mouth open. his thoughts were so guiltily dirty, wondering how cute your throat would look filled with his cock. he'll have to try another time, though, wouldn't he? for now his ring and middle finger deliberately slide into your tongue, savoring the minor 'hhnnn' that lolled out of your sticky tongue as your eyes peered up at him glassily.
the words 'fuck me' were written all over your eyes when his gaze locks down to yours. and could he resist such a pretty baby?- why were you so pretty?
it's a shame that you made so much effort to treat him indifferently, calling him by his last name and all...
your vision felt cloudy given that you were full of leon. but you catch glimpse of the way he smirks at himself before he leans down much closer to your face, folding your legs over and not giving a fuck if it hurts. the simple shift in angle had you crying out as his tip grazed over the right spots.
he spits a string of saliva down into your forced-open mouth, hoping it would furtherly aid in getting you to shut up over something so trivial. "so fucking dirty..." his fingers gently traced your bottom lip while he whispers with mock-disgust, yet it's laced with affection- a twisted pair of feelings that has him needing you at incalculable rates.
his hands come down to the exposed flesh of your hips, fingers dipping into your skin as he holds you still on his girth. it felt even better when you could feel his bulging size rub up inside you hastilyâ the way he was fucking you fervently and not letting you get away. you're never fucking leaving his sight, or his mind.
"h-how's this for.. uhh-..nngh.. being cocky? huh?" he groaned roughly after stammering with the embers of his frustration. leon's frustrated that he can't speak without stammering, so he takes it out on you with punishing thrusts that have you sobbing louder, mending his ego by ruining yours. he's stripping your pride away with each push into your sweet spots.
you gave in, vulnerable as you started to blabber from the way you were getting your breath knocked up. "hnggghh.... ahh!-.. l-leon!~ n-not there!-"
"there it is.." he mutters to himself sweetly mid-fucking-you-full. you're finally talking to him properly, how cute.. "more, baby?" he taunts with a struggling moan but he doesn't let you react; the only reaction he wants is you reducing beneath him, proving it by his fingers bruising your skin as he rammed into you in a desperate pace. "ngghh uhh.. fuck-" he whines loudly, your hole squelching uncontrollably as he fucks the juices out of you with every sweet drag of his sensitive shaft.
you turn him so soft he hates you for it.. he has such a soft spot for you, doesn't he?
"fuuck, this pussy's.. so good.." his eyes were half-lidded, moaning adorably before whining about the fact that he's about to spill a load inside you. "f-fuck, 'so good, please- mnnnnghh- aahh!~" his voice wavered, still driving his cock into you as he breaks through his limits and makes himself whimper gently, tears softening his eyes.
oh but his poor baby, creaming around his shaft so quickly and relentlessly, only to continue being rutted into like a little toy âĄ. he coats your sweet little hole with his cum, flooding and painting it all over as his tip poured deep inside of you with a thick, milky warmth that pooled on the varnished wood.
you weren't even speaking anymore, your words melting on your tongue. he doesn't understand a damn thing you're saying but he doesn't need you to speak, he just needs you to feel good.
"fuck... uhhhnn!~.. fuck me, please, baby.." he blathers before he found himself whining at the way your cunt pulsates, eyes teasing at you subtly while he holds your cheeks together in his domineering hand. he doesn't even pull out much, just shoving and grinding his girth into your creamed-up cunny and making you endure the crushing pleasure. his hands scramble to push against the back of your thighs, folding them to let him fully fill up into your already deflowered, milky vulva.
"n-no, g'nna- leon!" your mind goes into total shudder as your back arched, having him hold your hips in place as you started to gush all over his stuffy girth.
"ohh, mhmm.. that's it, sweet girl.." leon knows you feel good, seeing you cry flusteredly while he still thrusted in you to lengthen the feeling of you cumming. he tore at your pride, pulling out the vulnerable version of yourself he hasn't seen in a long time. especially when you reach up for him like you wanted a hug. that did it for him.
he leans down to pick you up, your legs dangle tiredly around his waist. he's sorry to whoever's bed it was that he laid you down on. he whimpered softly into the fabric of your shoulder while trying to regain his stability. you could faintly feel him pepper tame, short kisses on it mindlessly.
he nuzzles into your skin. "you wanna be a good girl f'me?" he murmurs into your neck breathily.
"mhmm.."
"then get on your knees." leon lets go from holding youâletting you scramble onto all fours.
he stuffs himself back inside your sensitive hole like he's aching for it, making you wail with struggle. with your legs aimlessly sprawled on either side of him, he makes sure you don't stray from him by holding your hips again. the flesh spilling between his fingers as he pulls you closer like he's scared you'll run away. his hips move irrationally, wanting to make sure he's hitting it good, all the right spots again, just for his baby. he's so sensitive it starts to throb, masochistic urges as he overstimulates himself ceaselessly.
"hhhngh... you can't just.. come around- and then leave- like it's nothing!-" leon babbled whiningly between his forceful thrusts, his pace increasing with incessant speed. you could feel his fingers nimbly moving through your scalp, leon's hand holding the back of your head down onto the fluff surface where your cute little cries of pleasure went in vain.
you couldn't take it but leon made you, his constant rutting inside you even after cumming doesn't pause. he's suffocating this way but he doesn't even care. he's so loud behind you, fucking into your messy cunt like it hurts real good.
his attention is divulged slightly when he sees a little glow on the pocket of your shirt. how didn't he spot that? his hand snakes over your breast, fingertips swiftly snagging the high-tech vial and shoving it somewhere in his remaining clothing.
you yelped. ada was going to kill you. "h-hey!-" he notices you trying to look behind you but his hand is quicker, turning your head forwards with a gentle grip of his hand. he muffled your face into the sheets with the force of his hand holding your head, and he snaps his hips faster just to have you all adorable and crying for him again. "y'c-can't take tha-" oh, but what were you going to do about it?
he starts deliberately making up mistranslations of what you wanted to say. "mm, what's that, sweet girl? you want more?... oh, i know, baby, oh shh.. i got'chu, you're so good, huh? uhhuh.." he encouraged amidst fucking you back into a state of distraction, a hazy smile to himself while he considers his mission accomplished.
#straight filth.#leon filth.#leon kennedy x reader smut#leon kennedy smut#IM SORRY IKTHIS IS INACCURATEBUT IM TRYING#leon kennedy x reader
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THE. HERTA.
The writers from the Intelligentsia Guild wanted to give me an extra title. Something like "Herta Prime" to separate me from my puppets. How banal. Are the puppets not "me" as well? So, I gave them a suggestion â if they dared to write that, then I would call myself THE Herta. It's short, simple, straight to the point, and elegant.
Esteemed member #83 of the Genius Society, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be to deal with an issue that has to be handled herself, right?
Image and above text taken from Hoyo's English account on Twitter.
OH MY GOD I'M HYPED! And just this alone already feels right. I'll admit when I first saw her I went "Teen Lisa" at the design... But it's a teenager which is kind of major to me. Framing her that young fits exceptionally well with who she has been throughout the entire game. Hear me out:
When we first meet her, she's a petulant, uncaring brat who just wants to play with her toys and hardly cares for people who don't make her life more fun. A bad ending to Star Rail's beginning is sticking around and Herta losing interest in you because of the lack of change. All she cares about is her simulated universe.
By the time Ruan Mei is there though, she's spent a lot more time at the Space Station than she ever has before. She now has a group of peers she has been working with for a long while, something implied she hasn't done really, much like Ruan Mei. But instead of just taking charge and telling the others what geniuses they'll recruit, she's asking for input, wanting their thoughts, stuff like that. She is learning her game is more fun with more players.
A sidequest in Penacony pushes her the next step where she is given a heavy weight. A weapon used to destroy entire star systems. She doesn't mock the scientist, the gift or the weapon like she might have at the start. She treats the Stellaron in us as just a weapon to be played with after all. No, she solemnly tucks it away for later, respectful of the wish that someone who can maybe use it for good have it. It's a responsibility that she must accept, properly, with no one like Asta to shirk it off to. Instead of trying to ignore it though, she treats it with respect.
Finally, we have the Unknown Domain which has a LOT to it about Herta potentially opening up due to it being about something so critical to who she is... But the one I want to zoom in on is the ending. For someone who saw themselves as so high and mighty, who theoretically treats the universe as a curiosity to be replicated, who can only be interested in the strange and unknowable, the curiosities of existence... She gives a mundanite comfort. Thanks someone who could never approach her understanding for giving her the first step into being who she is. She knows it's a simulation but she feels that weight enough to feel the need to thank the simulation regardless.
And now she deems something so important that she comes herself? What could that possibly mean? She needs to kiss Ruan Mei? I can't even begin to properly guess but I am excited to put it mildly because we have gotten to see this teenager, some loli bait doll, become a young woman and now we'll get a physical manifestation of it and I LOVE IT.
Also, just a shout out to the description perfectly explaining why she's Ice Erudition again. "The puppets are me." So why would she be anything other than just a refined, perfected version of the puppets? Also she uses a keyblade/staff which makes the Kingdom Hearts fan in me happy and I'm just SO curious what we're going to see with her. A Herta who summons other Hertas? Does she spin with the key? Is the portal cat an actual thing to her? GIVE ME MORE INFORMATION STAR RAIL!
But for now, I am just excited to let my mind expand thanks to this first turn of her key to let us see who she will be. I just hope it's as exciting when she opens the door properly. See you next tale.
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