#AND REN STOP APOLOGISING FOR IT

[tomikashii]

Hi hi, just wondering if you could do a tkdb fic thing with a player/reader that shows affection by biting. Like, they're happy or just feeling super affectionate and leans over to just nom on the ghoul's arm or back or shoulder.

Also, not affection with biting like when they're mad or annoyed; although angry ones hurt and affectionate ones are just a nom (or possible hickey). Like, the angry one is just a hard chimp that will VERY MUCH leave teeth marks (for example, a ghoul keeps sticking their hand near the face, gets annoying so just chomp).

Feel free to not do it, I just thought it'd be a funny idea considering how a few of the characters are (Specifically Ed with his vampire-ness and Rui with bites through clothes (also Taiga but we ignore that he'll spawn))

tokyo debunker : the ghouls with mc who bites out of affection/no affection

to anon : thank you so much for the ask !! 🩷 I REALLY HAD A BLAST WITH THIS CONCEPT !! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this <33

⚠️ : some are a little suggestive (?) so minors DNI !

frostheim

jin kamurai

he was ordering you around his room, asking you to clean his laundry & keep his room tidy.

you finally had enough of his constant micro-managing around his room that pounced on his back, before grabbing his shoulders and bit on him.

“.... what are you doing ?” he asked, with his face in an unreadable expression as you continued chewing on his arm. (he finds it cute though)

tohma ishibashi

another one who micro-manages around you and would tease you

you finally had enough and bite on his arm, making him look up at you in surprise

small smile crept on his face as he analysed your grumpy expression as he apologises for his teasing (he is not, he continued teasing you)

lucas errant

was super shocked when you suddenly bit him out of affection and how ‘cute he was being’

his brain was processing, thinking that maybe you were hungry and offered you his biscuits

after explaining to him, he smiles and said that he will take note of the small habit of yours

kaito fuji

starts screaming because he thought you have lost all your sanity

after he realises that you are just biting him because you are mad about his unnecessary overthinking, he got embarrassed

would want you to bite him more often🧍🏻‍♀️(the hinting was CRAZY)

vagastrom

alan mido

another “are you okay ? are you hungry ?”

he was so confused as you continued chewing his arm out of affection when he was telling you about how you shouldn't get involved with him

the biting didn't really hurt him btw, it just felt like the campus cats nibbling onto him playfully

leo kurosagi

starts yelling because it HURTS HIM

calls you crazy after that but it doesn't stop him from continuously waving his hand at your face or teasing you

now he has better reflexes whenever he knows you are gonna bite down at him

sho haizono

this guy is so amused as you bite on him when he was teasing you

“woah, did i forget to feed you ?” he teases again as you roll your eyes and then biting on him harder

he starts laughing (OH MY GOD) even harder and starts apologising while laughing

jabberwock

haru sagara

“WHAT ARE YOU ? PEEKABOO ?”

starts laughing wholeheartedly as he compares you to peekaboo. (lets face it, he would take it as a regular occurrence)

would pat your head too as you bite on his arm 😭 (he REALLY doesn't take you seriously)

towa otonashi

confused. just confused. starts laughing because he thinks you are so cute biting onto him

then he realises that you reminded him of the fox that bit haru and he bites you back (?)

yea you never bit him after that because towa's version of biting gave you a big hickey on your arm 💀

ren shiranami

another one who calls you crazy

would threaten to get ritsu to sue you as you bite on him harder

he got used to it though and whenever you bite him, he just yells and apologises for whatever he did that made you bite down on him

sinostra

taiga hoshibami

“getting bold now, kitty-cat ?” he smirks as you bite down on his arm.

you must have the balls of steel to even think of biting down on taiga. (you were never to be seen again as you disappeared into his room)

now he leaves bite marks around you and expects you to leave him some as well

romeo scorpio lucci

STARTS YELLING (with red tinted cheeks)

compares you to taiga LOL “DO YOU WANT TO BE THE SECOND BTH, BB ?!” he yells as you your teeth still biting down onto his arm

- would immediately jump away when he notices you ready to grab his arm to bite it down again

ritsu shinjo

the moment you bite down on him when he was lecturing you about some law article, he instinctively hardened his body in response (your TEETH HURTS)

defends himself and used a law statement that you are not allowed to bite him with no consent

no actually he is pretty embarrassed by your nibbling & now, he doesn't harden his body in instinct around you anymore

hotarubi

subaru kagami

shocked and even thought that lyca's werewolf instincts was rubbing off you 💀

would laugh when he felt your nibbling on his arm and realised that you were just joking around

would want you to do it again but would awkwardly initiate it (just bite him again please)

haku kusanagi

he kept waving at your face and teasing you so much that you had enough and started to BITE DOWN on his fingers

startled yes but starts laughing out loud, comparing you to a cat

would take this as a green light to tease you more and even think that he should bite you too......

zenji kotodama

how are you going to bite him ? 💀

okay but if you somehow do, he would be suprised and yelled out loud, making the doll artifact CHASE YOU

and now you are running down the halls of the hotarubi dorm while the artifact is RIGHT behind you

obscuary

edward hart

calls you lyca 2.0

takes it as a green light that he can bite you too.... (but in a more suggestive way)

so don't be surprised that after you bite him down, his fingers are already at the back of your neck 😳

rui mizuki

HE WAS SO SHOCKED AND HE PANICKED, TRYING TO SHAKE YOU OFF HIS CLOTHES

immediately starts apologising and begs you to stop biting him (he is scared that his curse would go through his clothes)

after that, he was pretty amused with your biting that he started teasing you again (immediately holding his hands up in surrender when you ready to bite him again)

lyca colt

would jump and his ears + tails will pop out because it was so sudden

now this is the part where you explain to him that YOU only do it, not other people & he shouldn't take it as a green light to do it on others 😭

ya no, he bites you back and now subaru is questioning you on why lyca is biting him out of affection...

mortkranken

yuri isami

“WHAT SCANDALOUS ACTION ARE YOU DOING TO ME ?!?!” with furiously red cheeks and sweat

bans you from mortkranken for awhile because he couldn't stop thinking about you biting down on his arm

even thought of giving you a rabies shot.... (jiro talked him out of it)

jiro kirisaki

noncholant king

takes it as a regular occurrence and would even question why are you doing it & was that a reason in particular

he would watch (with slight fondness in his eyes) you bite down on him aggressively (he pictures you as an angry cat)

[14dayswithyou]

Tell Ren to turn his location on.

So we know Ren patience is another level but I know it's possible that he could also snap and end up kidnapping angel so my question is, what would we have to actually do to get to that point? because on one hand he doesn't even mind if you get into a relationship and kind of uses it, to his advantage let alone who knows how long it could take if Angel always rejects his other personas but like what do we have to do to actually make him stop snap and just say enough is enough and start putting on that deranged yandere side of him

⌞♥⌝ I'm on mobile right now so I apologise for any weird formatting!!

The only way Ren would kidnap Angel is if it's a last resort/last ditch effort to keep them from doing something they might regret.

If Angel wants to see the more deranged sides of him, they just need to show enough interest in it. Ren will change himself to suit their needs and keep Angel happy.

The only reason why Ren is fine with Angel having relationships is because he can easily sabotage them before swooping in and filling their role. The only difference is that he'd do everything in his power to be a better version of that person.

Ren won't ever snap at Angel because he has the patience of a saint — and also because he doesn't want to do anything that would hurt them (and in turn, show any form of distaste in Ren. He'd never want Angel to fear him).

He's also happy to continuously create different personas if it means finding the right one to keep Angel happy. Ren wouldn't ever feel annoyed by doing so.

[profmagix]

the long joel analysis

i am insane about this, because when it comes down to joel and his trajectory of his win, the moment all the chaos seemed out of control and he was feeling like he was going to lose, he quickly retreated somewhere else to calm down. He kept pausing for breathers. He starts seeing himself in the final 8, his red life madness might come in but he immediately stops and breathes.

"I need to take a breather for a sec- I need to take a breather. This is chaos, I'm getting dizzy!" he realises that this is the environment that everything has spawned and created itself and he has to calm down to overcome it. He immediately moments later congratulates the Tuff Guys for making it into the final 8! He keeps thinking of his alliances.

When he kills Tango, he screams how he didn't think one arrow would kill him! We see regret in what he had done, maybe a bit of shock, he goes "Oops!" Grian announces this is it, possibly the End Game.

He quickly announces to Cleo that she's going to die, he's sorry about it and it's done. Goodbye, goodnight and that's when we could possibly see the typical Joel bloodlust.

Still, when Ren is hitting him in the cobwebs, he collects himself and he just teleports out of the way, he apologises, before slightly taunting Ren, ending his life and immediately turns to Grian and announces how he's killed people, that he has blood on his hands now and yet he isn't acting brash like before. He isn't deterred and that's when he sees him on the Tree and as Grian is about to die he yells: "I'm sorry Grian!"

Because Joel this season was the wildest card of all in terms of a Character standpoint, everyone expected him to maybe go bonkers as usual and yet thanks to his alliances he kept himself in check. He had a clear view: maybe changing my ways will make the outcome different. He started forgiving, started letting go and started making friends and holding people close to himself without being reckless. He had people who cared about him and he didn't want to die a stupid death as said to Gem. And this caution that no one expected changed the outcome so much that he won. And I don't think we realise how that is going to affect other seasons, he saw that through the literal power of Friendship he won, in a season full of Chaos he won by combatting this with Level-headedness that other Joels wouldn't have had. And it's important that we acknowledge that.... I think..... Or maybe I'm just crazy who knows.......

[angelsrcute]

⌗ GOOD LOOKING. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Tartaglia + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: modern au,fluff, hurt to comfort, protected sex + use of lube, praising, body worship, drunk sex, teeth-rotting fluff, Dad!Tartaglia is the dad of the year.

꒰ † ੭ — Part 2 of 7 weeks and 3 days, this is also a lyric fic! mixed up the ideas I had, some crdts to @xschizoe and anon. Hope this feeds you all!! (unfortunately scara didn't get hit by a car)

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.

How did you both get together? Long story, not that you'd complain. He's an absolute sweetheart, Tartaglia, Scaramouche's best friend. Frequent dates, showering you with gifts, spoiling the shit out of your kid. No wonder your kid doesn't listen to you anymore, just listens to your new boyfriend. You swore that you'd never let the walls in your heart down, but it did, for him.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more, You adored me before. Oh, my good looking boy.

Tartaglia would always give you looks when you were with scaramouche, that screamed out ‘he's not good for you, leave him.’ You never really paid any attention to them even if it was true, scaramouche was hurting you. So one night while you were working your part time job at a club, due to desperate measures– you saw him.

You both talked for hours, catching up on eachother, you broke down while talking about scaramouche but he comforted you, apparently tartaglia got a very good job. To celebrate, he ordered some expensive wine even though you refused, he assured you that he wouldn't mind.

Play casino holes of my eyeballs, Roll the dice on my thighs.

The night was a blur, all you remember drinking too much and crying, your head hurting like hell, Childe saying something. Now, you're here, in his bed. In his fucking bed. No clothes on. Tartaglia cuddling you to sleep while burying his head in your hair. Well, after you both were sober enough, he apologised, he didn't mean to sleep with you without proper consent but he just did due to the moment.

Back to the present, Childe coming into your life was the best thing that's happened in your life. You don't really mind that your child looks a bit like his father, Scaramouche nor does Childe. He'd sometimes bring his siblings to play with your child, they enjoyed every moment of it.

You stopped for breath and I sped up, Just to impress you.

You couldn't help but laugh as your husband played with your child, he currently had makeup on his face, his short hair tied into a ponytail, stylist in the making, you think.

“You look fabulous, sweetheart, you should go walk on the runway!”

“Gosh, Y/N, don't tease me like that–” Laughing together as your kid laughed too, in his arms.

Some whining before he finally put the little demon to sleep. Coming out of the room as he hugs you, prepping light kisses to your face. Leading you to your shared bedroom, “The kid is asleep, we finally have some alone time.” He whispers as he leaves trails of kisses down your chest, worshipping you like his goddess.

“Until the little demon gets hungry and calls the peasants for food!” You reply back, giggling.

“Oh cmon, Y/N, I might die of laughing too much, you'd be at fault. Also did I say Scaramouche was at the bar we hooked up in? You should've seen the look on his face!”

“What..?”

“Anyway, in the mood for a quick sex, darlin’? Wouldn't mind another little demon running around in the house.” He says while he places another kiss to your stomach with that stupid smile he charmed you with.

Oh, my good looking boy.

Taglist : @xschizoe, @iruma-chan,

@whoooismkeee, @t0matensalatxoooooo,

@tartagliaboo, @magica-ren

[summer-nights19]

Please finish the Tokyo debunker guys as icks, headcannons pls! I love (and agree, lets be fr) with them! Thanks!!

Awww thank you !! I'm glad that you see the vision lmao. I'll do one for all the guys I've encountered so far <3

Read part 1 here

Tokyo debunker guys as icks part 2

Haru

This is pretty much canon, but he doesn't have a great concept of boundaries. His intentions are good as he only means to keep you safe, but he'll do things like secretly install a tracker on your phone. If you discover it and get mad, he doesn't really get why, and he sure as hell doesn't take the tracker off

Towa

You often have to stop him from eating random shit he finds on the ground or frightening the animals in the Jabberwok safari park. Although he means no harm, it gets a bit tiring

Ren

He has pretty bad communication skills, so you'll have to pester him if you want to have a serious conversation or if something's wrong, and he's awful at apologising for the role he plays in arguments. Acts like he's way too cool to be seriously into you at first, especially in public.

Romeo

Has terrible communication skills when it comes to serious issues and is also kind of a dick to top it off. He tries not to be mean, but sometimes he ends up hurting your feelings, especially during arguments. He won't apologise when this happens, but he'll shower you in expensive gifts. However, if you're ever in the wrong, he gets pissed if you don't apologise immediately

Haku

I can't think of one for the life of me smh

Taiga

Sometimes gets a bit too rough (verbally and physically) with you, and hurts your feelings by mistake or doesn't realise that having a gun to your temple can be pretty fucking terrifying. Although he's too proud to apologise properly, he tries to avoid upsetting you again in the future

The man also eats raw animals which is RANCID - if he went in for a kiss after that, his breath would smell atrocious

Masterlist

[noodyl-blasstal]

Neverwinter Castle - Ch1

Beep beep, it's @blupjeansweek!

I've done my usual trick and decided to try and write 7 chapters of a fic using the prompts. Today is "animal."

You can read chapter one below or on Ao3.

-

“Hey, Barold, have you got the bat broom?”

“They’re back?” Barry stands, trying not to groan as he levers himself up from his usual pre-opening leaning spot at the well worn counter. Not that Lup would tease him, well, much, but he’s always been self conscious about how creaky he feels next to her. Maybe he needs to get her to make good on the pilates threats.

“Who says they ever left?”

Barry groans. “Do you want to do it, or should I?”

“I’ll do it, I know you hate bothering them.”

“They’re not hurting anyone! They just, uh, you know, hang out, mind their business.”

“Causing the customers to come and complain to me about it…” Lup raises her eyebrows expectantly.

Barry hands over the broom with the small black plastic wings taped just above the brush part. He can empathise.

“Tell them I’m…”

“...Sorry, natch, cha’girl wouldn’t dream of forgetting Barold. The bats won't get you in the uprising.”

“If you apologise for yourself they might let you live too!” Barry shouts as she leaves.

Lup salutes him in the doorway, her laughter drifting back to him on the summer breeze. He's thankful for it, laugh and breeze, amusing Lup always feels like an achievement, and the air has been stale in the shop the last few days.

He really does hope the bats let her live. Things have been so much better since the summer staff returned.

–

“They took it pretty well.” Lup knocks the latch free and flips up the flap of the counter top with the handle of the broom. It’s painfully cool. Barry just knows in his bones that he’d get splinters trying. “I think I even heard one click out “we don’t blame Barry for this even a little bit” as it left.”

Barry shakes his head but can’t help grinning. “That’s uh, reassuring. Anyway, are you all ready? It’s 10, so I’d better open the gates.” Barry slips out from behind the counter, but waits on Lup’s answer. He can delay if the team needs a few more minutes.

“We’re good to go, Magnus is with the sandpit, cha’girl’s on stories and objects with Taako back up, and he and Ren are in the Cafe.”

“Great, Merle’s in the greenhouse, I bumped into him earlier.”

–

“Welcome one and all to Neverwinter Castle….” Barry taps the button that opens the gate and plays the creaking sound effect (there was no way it actually creaked, his regular maintenance schedule made sure of that) and taps the microphone button again. “... where we bring the past to you.”

No matter how many times he says it, there’s still a small bubble of pride. When he saw the announcement that they were selling off the site there was no way he could let it pass him by. He’d spent so many summers working here and seen so many opportunities, it had been his chance. Sure, John hadn’t been able to make it work, but that was because all he wanted out of it was profit. He’d told Barry early on that it was silly to pour any of himself into the job, that it was inevitable that eventually the money would dry up, people would stop coming, and capitalism would grind on. Barry nodded, ignored him, and resented him as the other staff dimmed throughout each summer, light sucked out of them by the time they left. Well, until the twins came. Things got better when the twins came.

Barry presses the button to open the portcullis at the front of the castle when he sees the first guests approaching on the monitor, sticking to the flagstone path, thankfully. Magnus’ sturdy fencing had really helped, Barry scribbles down a quick note to thank him again. “By visiting us today you’re helping us preserve the past and educate our future. Thank you, you’re making a difference.”

Barry moves back from the microphone and leaves his office. It’s up to them now. He’d learned from experience that the intro talk wouldn’t work if it was too long. On his first test run the speech had been full of puns, references, and fun facts. He’d heard Lup yelling ‘neeeerrrrd’ through the open window. This new version suited people better, they could pick up maps and check out the information boards and stands inside.

Barry was on shop duty this morning, so he cleaned the counter one more time, partly plated up the testers (no sense in letting them go stale, the first visitors would take a while to get round here), and grabbed the toy guillotine and a carrot from the fridge. He may as well make the entertainment display a way of preparing the crudites to test the harissa dip. It wasn’t period authentic, but it was delicious, locally made, and sold well which is all he could really ask for.

The shop was based in an outbuilding, off the gardens at the rear of the castle. The window gave him a great view of the cherry trees, undulating topiaries (he didn’t ask about the shape and hoped Merle wouldn’t tell him), and his favourite of all, Lup’s shows. She won't be gearing up for another hour yet, but he’s already looking forward to it. She definitely had the strigil and the tersorium for the artefact guessing game today and the reactions of delight and horror at the gross-ness were always fun to hear.

–

“...and what do you think this was for?” Lup held up the curved piece of metal, it dangled casually from her hand.

“It’s a primitive pickaxe, probably Neverwintian in origin, I’d date it to...”

Barry rolled his eyes and tuned the man out. He hated it when they got parents like this - the know it alls who thought it was important to be loudly correct in front of the children at the activity for under 15s. The regularity of their wrong-ness did not escape him.

“That’s not correct, Sir, and that’s not how pickaxes are shaped.”

Barry waits to see if Lup will stop Angus, he’s one of their frequent fliers, his Grandfather bought the summer pass each year and Angus certainly got his money’s worth. Barry is pleased when she doesn’t quiet him.

Angus continues, emboldened by Lup’s lack of action. “In fact, Sir, you didn’t actually have to answer, because this is an activity for young children like myself, but I’m not going to answer because I know what it is, I’ve been here before.”

“Thank you Angus, it’s good of you not to spoil it for our fantastic guessers.” Lup doesn’t even bother to try and comfort whoever it was that fell foul of Angus. They’ll survive the ego bruising no doubt, hopefully it’ll make them think a bit more in future. “So, what do you think everybody?”

A few guesses are shouted out. They’re incorrect, but at least they’re from children.

“That’s a really good thought, but it’s not quite right. How about I do a demonstration? I start here, and pull.”

“It helps you put your jumper on!” An excitable child yells.

“Ooooh, that’s a guess I haven’t heard before!” Lup manages to sound delighted about this fact. “And it might a little bit, we’ll see what you think once we find out, but this is a strigil. Will you all say it with me?”

The children say the word.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

Barry rolls his eyes as the yelling resonates around the shop. He swears she does it because she knows how bad the echo is.

“That’s it! You’ve got it. This was what people from all over Faerun used to take a sort-of-bath. To use it they’d apply oil, and then use this to scrape off the dirt and sweat.”

“Ew, gross!” mixes with “Cool!”

Barry stands up a bit straighter as he hears the tell tale footsteps of guests approaching on the path. He tries to put on his best customer service face even though he could use a quieter day today, he has plans to make.

–

“Davenport! Nice to see you.” Barry smiles as he enters the shop.

“I was hoping I’d run into you!” Davenport smiles brightly back. “It’s good to be back! I always love what Merle does with the gardens.”

Barry had initially been terrified of the short, dapper man when he’d suggested they met to discuss Barry’s proposal that Starbright Tours included Neverwinter Castle on their rotation. It faded fast once he realised that Davenport was just as serious about quality educational content as him. Davenport’s enthusiasm for Barry’s well-researched proposal had gone a long way to endearing the man to him.

“No Kravitz today?” Barry asks, it’s always nice to run into the tour guide. Barry had offered Kravitz some initial materials when Davenport put them in touch, but the costuming, accents, and enthusiasm Kravitz brought to the tours were all his own. During the test tour he shadowed Barry had immediately understood why Davenport had hired Kravitz.

“Of course Kravitz is here today, I don’t suppose you can guess where he is.”

Barry laughed. “Cafe?”

“However did you know?” Davenport shakes his head and turns his attention to the selection of naval history books.

“I wonder when those two will get it together?” Barry asks absently.

“I could ask you the same question, Dr Bluejeans.” Davenport didn’t make eye contact, all of his attention focused on the book he’d plucked from the display.

It made it easy for Barry to ignore it. But he’d been ignoring it too long. This year things would be different. He’d promised himself that.

Neverwinter Castle: End of Season, 2024

“Hey, Bear.” Lup hopped up onto the counter, leaning her elbow on the ancient till and resting her head on her hand.

“Uh, yeah?”

She looked at Barry a little quizzically, doing some kind of calculation in her head, then grinned, seemingly settled on a course of action. “You know I’d say yes, right?”

“What?”

“If you asked me out. I’d say yes. Maybe you’ll do it next summer? Cha’girl’s looking forward to finding out.”

Barry’s brain had never been this quiet before. The thousands of thoughts flitting in every direction at all times dropped out of the metaphorical sky and gave him the silence they’d always promised meditation could bring. He hated it. “Uh… I… Er…”

“Like I said, next summer. I’ll send you postcards like usual.”

She does. He gets one at least every week, emails too. She doesn’t mention it again. He doesn’t either, he doesn’t know how to. Telling Lup he’s in love with her, that he’s been in love with her for longer than even he’s known, that he thinks she might be the point on which his world turns? That’s one of those moments that marks a change. Just like the day John accepted his offer for the castle. Just like the day he got the last phone call from his Mother. This was important, he knew that, and he owed it to himself and to Lup to make sure this was good, to make sure it was right.

But this was the summer, he was sure of it.

-

I hope you had a goodfun time! Want to read more? Find chapter 2 here.

[hiskillingjar]

say you're mine, only mine

Relationship: Ren Hana/OC, Fox/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Possessive Behaviour, Praise, Groping, Beginnings of Oral Sex Length: 1300+ words

a very kind request from @decafdoodlez for her oc, Rina, thank you so much!

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"I don't really understand what I've done wrong,"

Marina sat with nervous caution as Fox stood before her, his arms folded and his tail wagging curtly behind him. The gesture was almost as curt as his dour expression, pulling his features down, his sharp eyes boring a hole straight through her.

"Really?" Fox replied with an eye-roll. "You're really going to sit there and play stupid with me, Rina?"

"I'm not playing stupid," She replied, her voice calm despite her nerves, knowing not to move in her seat or try to follow his body as he began to idly pace around the couch. She was a good pet, a well-trained pet, even if he was questioning it now. "I just don't know. If you tell me, I'll know."

"...So, you're really not going to admit to it and earn yourself a lighter sentence, hm?" Fox asked, his voice light but his eyes dark and full of menace as he stared her down. "Or are you so clueless that you didn't realise how much trouble you caused me?"

"Trouble?" She blinked doe-wide, innocent, lavender eyes towards him when he stopped in front of her again, his posture towering above hers, though she never appeared afraid of him. "What trouble, sir?"

His hard expression faltered at her unwavering subservience towards him, which made his instant grimace all the more harsh and hard to make up for it. He might have had a soft spot for pets who knew their place underneath him, but he wouldn't be compelled into pity and sympathy, just because she was behaving so sweetly now.

"You well know," He shouted in a near bark, loud enough to make the young girl flinch in her seat. "That when you are assisting me in the auctions, you are not to say a word to anyone without my express permission. You broke that rule, you get punished. Simple as that."

Marina was quiet for a moment, trying to recall the last auction she had assisted Fox with, before a look of understanding crossed her pale face. 

"I see," She said softly, her eyes flitting down to her lap before going back to his, now acknowledging what she had done wrong. "I understand. My apologies. I won't do it again, sir."

His grimace faltered again, and he felt an annoyed and red-hot flush come to his face as his tail began to wag involuntarily and his ears tilted forward with quiet pleasure.

God, why was she behaving now? 

Why was she doing this to him?

"Ngh-" He frowned a little more, reaching up to cover his flushed cheeks and trembling jaw with his hand. "You can't just...expect me not to discipline you now because you apologised..."

Marina blinked again, feigning innocence no doubt.

"I don't expect that, sir," She replied with a demure shake of her head, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears and framing her face sweetly, innocently, a delicate picture of a woman, a girl, that he needed to protect, cherish- "I understand if you have to punish me. I will try not to disappoint you again."

"Damn it, you can't just act like this and expect me not to...to-" 

What was that feeling? It wasn't entirely foreign to him, he'd felt it before, but never this quickly or...intensely. 

It was like his mind was telling him to be angry, but the heat in his body and the wagging of his tail (and the aching, twisting, pulsating feeling in his heart) was telling him otherwise.

"Just...be careful," Fox finally said through grit teeth, his voice a little softer than before as he straightened up fully, crossing his arms again. "You cannot disappoint me again, Rina. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Marina nodded. "Did something happen at the auction, sir?" She asked quietly. 

Fox frowned again, his tail slowing its wagging and his ears falling back slightly, like she had reminded him of an especially unpleasant memory.

"...Nothing happened," He replied lowly, before letting out an irritated huff, his claws digging into the sleeves of his jacket. "You need to understand that I cannot have anyone else looking at you, lest they...well, start to think about things I don't care for. Start to think they can get close or...handsy."

"Of course, sir." She agreed with another nod. "I didn't consider that. I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"Yes, you...you should have been." He muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he rubbed his jaw and flushed cheeks again, and sighed loudly, pacing towards her. "God, how am I supposed to get you to learn a lesson now if you're so well-behaved~?" 

A whisper of a smile graced Marina's pretty face, her eyes flitting to the side as he got closer.

...That smile.

Her quiet but sweet and submissive attitude, the small hint of demure pleasure in her eyes, her gentle but provocative mannerisms...it was enough to drive him crazy.

Enough to get his cock stirring in his trousers, too, despite his anger previously.

"My darling, you're going to be the death of me," He groaned softly, now kneeling on the couch beside her and pressing his face into the crown of her head. Her  hair was soft against his skin, and he found himself taking fistfuls of it to drag her closer to him, her plush body against his. "How can I possibly keep you in line when you're this sweet?"

"M-Mr. Fox..." She mumbled with a delicate flush to her cheeks, never giving away too much of herself at once. "Mm, please-"

It was addictive.

"Damn it, darling..." He groaned through his clenched teeth, his voice a quiet growl as he lowered his face down to hers, golden eyes half-lidded with desire, a desire he readily expressed to her. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

When he brought his lips forward, she didn't pull back or wriggle in his grip, but simply allowed him to kiss and suck and nip at her chin, her lips, her gasping mouth as he pleased, readily accepting his probing tongue as he kissed her deeper, his fists tightening in her hair, pulling, moving, guiding her.

And the way she was still being good for him was just so...damned adorable. 

"You're such a good girl for me..." He praised, pulling back from the kiss and trailing his tongue over her kiss-bitten lips, across her cheek. "So good and sweet for your owner..."

"Of course, dearest..." She said quietly, another slight smile on her face as one of his hands trailed down from her hair and to her trembling chest.

Though that attention really couldn't be helped...what did she expect, when her assets were just so perfect?

"Mm..." She moaned softly, prettily, (like it was something she had practiced and perfected just for him), biting her lip as he peeled up the bottom of her very sensible and very modest sweater. and started to grope and squeeze her breast with a little more force and intention. 

"You know, darling, if you want to make up for your mistake now..." He smirked lightly, his voice still barely above a whisper as he trailed a claw over her swollen nipple, listening to her moans and whimpers. "I can think of a number of ways to do that right now..."

Marina couldn't hold back a little sigh and a falter in her own expression, as she slid off the couch and settled down on her knees in front of him, giving him enough room to sit on the couch, legs spread and wide open, and peel down his trousers.

"Yes sir," She said obediently, her hands scraping back her hair (lest it get in the way of the task at hand) as he eased his cock from his briefs, working his fist up and down to work himself to full hardness. "Of course, sir..."

"Good girl~"

[sporelings-au]

So where did the sporelings come from? Did they follow motherspore over to the mainland? Or were they woodland fairies that he ended up adopting?

@floral-moon-light

Before turning into sporelings some of the sporelings were woodland fairies while some were a different species

etho, stress, xb were orphaned woodland fairies

impulse's an imp who left his family bc he wasn't very impish like

jevin's a slime hybrid that got lost

ren's a werewolf pup that got abandoned due to being considered a runt

so im thinking that impulse, etho and xb found each other and decided to stick together. They would often steal food and one day, they decided to steal some blankets from the barge but they were immediately caught by mother.

like i said, mother has a huge soft spot for children so she gives them the blanket and let them go. After that, they would often run to the barge when they want to seek shelter.

mother would then saw them stealing food when she walks around the shopping district so she then decided to steal food for them instead so they wouldn't have to. (this is when mother learns about what is and isn't edible for children to eat lol)

slowly, impulse, etho and xb got more comfortable with mother and saw the barge as their home. When this happens, mother would then feed them food infected with mycelium spores to turn them into sporelings and would then take them to her island, fully adopting them as her own.

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for ren, im thinking he's actually like half dead next to a river when mother found him as she was making her way to the barge.

mother, seeing this werewolf pup, slowly bleeding to death was immediately hit with feelings of empathy and panic.

So, she quickly try to "heal" ren by covering his wounds his fungus to stop his bleeding.

He then took ren back to his island to continue "healing" him and in turn also turning him into a sporeling

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jevin was actually found by xb. Xb was playing in the swamp near the barge when he accidently stepped on jevin.

He quickly apologised to jevin and the two became quick friends

jevin then told Xb he got lost so Xb took him back to mother to ask for help

mother didnt really tried looking for jevin's parents and instead just kind of manipulate jevin into thinking that he'll never see his real parents again

So after a breakdown(srry jevin 😭), jevin decided to stay with mother and mother gave him infected food and turned him into a sporeling.

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stress just kinda showed up one day on the island and completely baffled mother spore bc he didnt even sense her stepping on the island.

mother just saw her playing with the other sporelings on the island one day and was like

"wait- since when did i have a sixth?"

Mother asked where stress came from and she had the audacity to say she also don't know

But stress also say she doesn't want to leave so mother invited her to stay for lunch

the food is also obviously infected so stress would then turn into a sporeling

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Only doc knows where all the kiddos come from

scar has a feeling that some of kids were kidnapped but he doesnt exactly know where they came from and the sporelings aren't keen on telling him (same with mumbo)

[batshieroglyphics]

WIP....FRI, IG: Whether It Be Dream or Truth ~ Persona 5 ~ New Game+ ~ Joker/Akechi

I keep forgetting to actually POST on Weds or Sun, so we're just doing a, I have a snippet to share, which I may or may not keep, which is making me cackle. So everyone gets to enjoy it.

Shiho cast a look between Ren and Akechi. "We'll wait over there, so Sakamoto will stop embarrassing himself. If sketchy glasses does anything, yell, and one of us can probably throw a chair," she said flatly. Akechi choked out a disbelieving, "What." Shiho turned to Shido, whose face had frozen somewhere between greedy smirk and tolerant smile. "His younger sister is right, by the way: Wearing shades indoors makes you look like a punk, which is just embarrassing at your age." And then she turned and walked over to where Ann and Ryuji had stopped, maybe two metres away, both of whom looked like they were trying desperately not to laugh. "Suzui is my new hero," Morgana quietly commented from inside his bag, while Ren stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep his expression calm. "Why," Akechi asked in a strained voice, "are your friends like this?" Ooh, Ren knew the correct answer to this one: "History of adult authority figures fucking us over resulting in an instinctual need to be insulting to newcomers until they prove they are not the same flavour of self-serving asshole as everyone else in our lives." He turned to Shido, who had managed to wrest his expression into a strained smile, and ducked into proper bow. "I apologise, Minister Shido."

WHY must Shiho and Shido's names be so similarly spelt in English, I hate this.

Anyway, like I said, I do fully enjoy this scene, I think Shiho deserves to say shit to an abusive adult, but I don't know that this is the correct time or place for it. I'm gonna go play some Palia, probably, and think about it some more.

[pureconvexenergy]

Headcanon 23

A tradition of Hermit parties is that, ever since Doc couldn't get himself an outfit, asked Ren to get something for him, and ended up going to the party in a full maid outfit, you can 'princess'.

This means that, if a hermit decides, another hermit of their choice gets full responsibility for outfit/hair/makeup for a party. But, the princessing hermit doesn't get to know what they'll be wearing until they're dressed up in it. So normally that meant they ended up with a joke outfit.

This evolved quickly into that the Hermit princess HAS to wear a dress/skirt, and some kind of makeup, Scott gets control over makeup/some element of the outfit to make sure they slay, and the other hermits get to see the outfit at a certain point beforehand, but have to keep it a secret (and normally mislead the Hermit princess). Some Hermits do it due to a lack of time, some do it for fun, some do it for both, and some as a dare/punishment.

At a recent party, Cub realised he was never going to have time to complete all his projects he wanted to and make a good enough outfit, so he decided, very unwillingly, to princess, with Scar deciding what he wore.

Cub got very stressed about princessing, because he didn't know what kind of thing Scar would do, and last party Impulse had dressed Skizz up as a guess-the-build giraffe. It didn't help that the hermits were being very, very crypic about it.

Scar knew how stressed Cub was about princessing and coming in a dress at all, and wanted to make something as beautiful as he could for Cub – no jokes, no silly elements. He also made absolutely sure that nothing would make Cub uncomfortable - to the extent of teaching himself how to make gloves to cover the scars on Cub's arms.

And alongside everything he was making for Cub, to make his friend less self-conscious, Scar made himself a simple matching toga-dress from leftover fabric.

However, Cub was unaware of how much effort Scar was putting in and unable to accept what hermits trying to calm his nerves were saying about how stunning he'd look. To the extent that, on the day of the party, after a particularly bad dream, Cub started trying to find another outfit and get out of princessing. He ended up in Skizz's base at the time Scar had told him to meet, searching for something that looked good and would fit him. And Scar started messaging a lot asking where he was, if everything was ok, until Cub stopped and realised it was Scar making his stuff. Did he really not trust that Scar would understand his worries and make him something he'd like?

So, half an hour late, Cub shot away, in a mess, apologised a million times to Scar, who forgave him instantly. There was a lot of washing hair and setting comfort ground-rules with Scott (yes, Scar is doing all my face makeup. And yes, I'm going to wear my glasses no matter what you say about contacts looking better). Even with his epiphany earlier on, Cub was still nervous, especially when he had to be given blindness as Scar got him into his dress. But soon everything was on, the hair and makeup done, the accessories added. Scar disappeared to get into his own dress, returning for the reveal in a big room of mirrors. Scott was waiting outside, and the dress was revealed. Then Cub noticed Scar behind in his own dress, realised so many of the little details Scar had added, and how stunning his friend looked.

And maaaaybe kissed Scar and professed his love before the two walked out to the party and had the most magical night ever.

Also this headcanon will become a oneshot on my main's Wattpad and Ao3 accounts.

@emberdragon34 check me out.

Latest art on there is of this headcanon.

Pfft 'headcanon' aka story summary because I have wholesome Convex on the mind.

[14dayswithyou]

Not sure if this was asked before, but how would everyone (especially Ren/Redacted) react to Angel being yelled at/harrassed by a customer ? And how would they deal with them ??

Ren: Would stutter out a weak response and try to get the customer to leave — all while placing his body in between the two of you and creating distance. Will definitely let you vent your frustrations to him afterwards, and even offer to stick around to watch over you to make sure they don't come back.

[REDACTED]: Depending on the severity, he's either going to immediately bite back and forcefully drag them out of the library, or he's going to give them the "fuck around and find out" treatment right there in front of the reception counter. Either way, he somehow manages to get the entitled customer to apologise to you — alongside promising to never speak to you like that again.

Moth: There isn't much they can do through a screen, but Moth will try their best to console you after the whole ordeal is over. Lots and lots of encouragement and shit talking (about the rude customer) ensues.

Violet: Won't try to interfere in case she'll cause a scene and rouse the other onlookers, but will definitely give the customer a piece of her mind once they stop talking. The moment Agatha gets placed on the counter instead of resting against her hip, you knooow she means business.

Elanor: She'll meekly interject, ask if you want to go take a breather in the staff room, and handle the customer herself. They'll probably cause more damage than good, but at least the ordeal would be settled.

Conan: Full-on Manager Mode. Steps in, handles the situation effortlessly (a.k.a asks the customer to leave and blacklists them), and offers to take over your shift so you can go home early and calm down. He'll then give you tasks that don't require talking to customers for the next few shifts.

Jae: Similar to Elanor, he might add more fuel to the fire by stepping in — but he isn't afraid to speak his mind and call the rude customer out on their behaviour. You'd have to calm him down because his hands would definitely be shaking afterwards.

Leon: Somehow manages to charm the customer into shutting up and seeing reason — before pulling you away and sitting with you on the back entrance steps of the library to help you calm down. He'll reassure you that it wasn't your fault, and that the customer was probably just having a bad day and was taking it out on you.

Teo: Realistically, he'd ignore the entire ordeal since it's not his business (and he wouldn't really care tbh), but blog AU!Teo would step in once things gets heated and casually tell the customer to fuck off. He'd probably lie and say his father owns the library in order to make himself seem like an important person... before leaning in real close and cracking a joint in his neck (as a threat).

Olivia: Probably won't interfere because spineless, entitled customers are the worst kind of people for retail workers like her to deal with; but she'll 100% rub your back and let you vent your frustrations to her afterwards. Might try to cheer you up with some AoG stickers she swiped from her workplace.

Kiara: Has dealt with enough rude customers to know how to defuse the tension with ease. Similar to [REDACTED], Conan, and Leon; she'll make them see reason one way or another — and somehow end up getting the customer to apologise to you as well.

[hmshermitcraft]

The last memory the Hermits have got of Grian was him walking out of one their party after a yelling match with them, before they thought he was upset at them for something they didn't do, but after a couple of weeks of no contact and rethinking they started realising they were ignoring Grians needs for everyone else's needs. Remembering all the time, Grian tried to reach out to them but brushed him off for the others. They tried reaching out to Grian only to realise he blocked them all. They knew he had siblings but never got their phone numbers, so all their forms of communication have been severed.

Doc and Ren went grocery shopping one day to find Martyn there with Pearl and Jimmy, deciding to give it a try they walked over to talk with them, Pearl shot them death glares, while Jimmy and Martyn talked with the two about Grian and how he's been, and how he's been listening to sad breakup songs (I've been into the song You're Losing Me by taylor) as they were talking Grian comes around wearing one of the Hermits jacket and this sad look in his eyes.

Seeing Grian like this broke the two hearts, Ren rushes over to hug him and apologise for ignoring his needs while also asking him to come back.

Communication in such a big group isn't always easy. Grian made attempts to reach out, but he was never clear about them. The hermits couldn't tell anything was wrong - they responded to his cues but didn't realise he needed more. But they still should have been making time for him. Grian was always there when somebody needed a pick-me-up or help. Just because he doesn't ask for it obviously himself, doesn't mean he won't appreciate the help. It doesn't mean he doesn't need it, even.

And Grian knows his own behaviour wasn't perfect. To cut them all out like that was just making the communication issues he was having worse. But he was hurting, and he didn't want to deal with the source of that right now. He just wanted to stew on everything. Like a detox, giving himself time to process and sort through all of this emotions. He can't heal if he keeps re-opening the wound.

It's this that makes their reunion all the sweeter. Both Grian and the hermits have ideas for how they can stop this happening again. Grian deserves better treatment than that, and they hope it will be the same for any hermit in that position.

[riacte]

false-ren dynamic in today's stream, short summary:

we start off with false lightly roasting ren about not getting a kill and ren doing his speech (for what must be the 7th time) about how he won't kill false because she's his homie. talked about protecting her and said "my false" and how he's retiring from reaping.

AND then bdubs and xb respectively came along to lure/bribe ren, to which false started yelling in all caps (she has the caps privilege in ren's chat) about him being a traitor. she offered to outbid bdubs and xb (by offering 90% of the prize). but ren wasn't looking at chat. and ren's chat was like NOOOOO REN don't betray false 🥺🥺🥺

so ren is utterly useless and pathetic as a reaper and she doesn't care too badly until he talks with someone else and suddenly she jumps in, guns blazing, yelling about how he ditched her or something lmfao. she calls him a meanie.

at one point i sent a chat about how ren is going to accidentally kill her while he's trying to save her and she replied with "this, without him trying to save me" 💀 incompetent doggy

then we have the iskall-bdubs-ren whatever the fuck it was. ren created an interesting metaphor for iskall's new nether portal- he described it as going on a date with someone and decided to call off the date because of a "swollen" and "pulsating" zit on her forehead. (phrases that also appear: "booty that won't quit" "junk in the trunk" and something about bdubs making him "a little excited). then he talked about how he ordered sweatpants but it didn't fit and he had to pull them up to his nipples (?). and a bunch of other weird shit.

anyways false was still in chat sending out facepalm emojis and telling chat to close their ears and run away and leave. it got bad enough that she was like "i'm logging on just to throw myself off a cliff" "this shouldn't be live. like what" "it's like watching a car crash" "OH GOD" "i'm building a zit so they won't come near me" "going to overthrow him". meanwhile chat was pleading begging sobbing for false to log on and do something, anything. kill him. shut him up. and false was like i don't wanna go near them you should be the ones helping me chat 🥺.

but in the end, our brave warrior false logged on, sent a single message about thinking of the kids, then logged off. they all ignored her. and she was like "chat i tried".

that was how chat and false sat through like an hour of the most insane twaddle. and he was like "this is why i'm still single" 💀 a chatter was like "there are still ladies in the line" and false was like "after that? D:" and then chat was like "the line has been emptied"

several hermits raided ren after that, including iskall, cleo and joe that i remember of, and ren apologised to false for all the lad talk and.... 🤡. yeah. but quite a lot of hermits did have ren's stream running (iskall, joe, cleo, stress, doc, and ofc false)

anyways it's funny how false has become the spokesperson for ren's chat and we were ALL begging her to stop him. and ren really was like "i'll never hurt false" and then proceeded to get instantly swayed. "tempted by the devil". ren, please. think of your poor chat.

[wehaveimagineshere]

Request for Admin Ren! Could I request a scenario for Gale to react to his gender neutral crush accidentally saw him half naked because he was changing out of his dirty clothes? Their immediate reaction is to cover their eyes to look at the floor, apologise profusely, and leave! They're still embarrassed even when he finishes changing clothes but promised him that they would be more careful & tell them if there's anything he would like them to do to make it up to him! Please make it implied/suggested!

So I had to watch some romanced Gale scenes and I can't tell you how much I giggled and rewatched his little bop at the very end when you ask "Are you asking me to marry you?" His little wiggle is so funny. I sent it to Frost with tears in my eyes.

Okay so while I was editing, I realized I went off script just a liiiiiiittle bit. And typically I'd go and fix it but it was something that I kept referring to the rest of the prompt so I just kept it, cause otherwise I would've had to completely rewrite a good portion and I'd already been working on this for a while. Hopefully that's okay!

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A blessed stream.

A strip of running water you could dunk your aching feet into but, more importantly, a strip of running water you could finally clean your dirty clothes in.

"I can get it started," you'd offered, shouldering off your pack in the middle of the camp. "Pile up your clothes and I'll take them to the stream."

"No, you shouldn't do it alone," comes Karlach, stabbing a pole into the ground to start pitching her tent.

"Then set up their tent," responds Shadowheart, already ruffling through her belongings and making a pile of dirty laundry. "The sooner we all set up, the sooner we can help them."

Dumping out your pack to make room, you start making the rounds. Shadowheart gives you explicit instruction to not mix her clothing with the others, a small pack pushed into your hands. Wyll also has his own separate pack, but with the promise that he'll do his own clothing. Astarion gives a playful little thank you and something about his underwear you tune out.

As you head for Gale, you're situating the different packs in your arms and on your shoulders, not paying attention to what's in front of you as you pause by his belongings. "My pack has room if you need." Wiggling that off your arm, you sling Wyll's pack onto your back. With your arms a bit more free, you finally glance up.

And your eyes snag on what you see.

Bare skin, muscles shifting as Gale tosses his shirt into a pile of clothes. Your eyes linger on his shoulders before dipping down to his waist, and when he notices your stunned presence and turns to face you, your gaze catches on his stomach.

"Give me just a moment, please," you hear him speak. "I'm almost done sorting."

Your lips press together as you watch his muscles dip, the way they ripple when he moves, the way they stretch when he reaches for something.

Oh gods. Stop staring stop staring stop staring--

"Okay. All ready." Tying a pack, he holds it out to you. "I'll make sure to settle quickly so I can help." When you don't move, you can practically hear the smirk when he says, "I believe my face is up here."

Face threatening to melt off your skull, you spin on your heel, palm pressing against your eyes as you turn your back to him. "I'm so sorry, I--"

"Not that I don't like being ogled at."

"That's so rude, I didn't--"

"I assumed my physicality wasn't as it was, what with sequestering myself in a room for a year. I suppose I had nothing to worry about."

If someone were to touch your face, they'd be singed. "I'm so sorry!"

He chuckles. "It's alright."

"It's not! I was staring and that's rude and there's a whole consent thing and--" oh gods you're rambling "--I shouldn't--I'm leaving."

Quick as a rabbit you dart off into the trees, head ducked to hide your molten face, hoping no one else in camp watched your absolute trash fire of a bluster. Reaching the isolated stream, you set all the packs onto the floor, crouch down, hide your face against your knees, and breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. It's not the first time you've seen a shirtless Gale, but that had been with his consent, a moment shared between the two of you. Not in the middle of camp. Sure, it wasn't your fault he'd foregone a shirt, but you didn't have to stare.

Gods. Why couldn't you just be normal? You're an adult, for crying out loud, not some bumbling teenager. The butterflies in your stomach around the wizard was one thing, but you just always became so self conscious--

Scrubbing your face, you inhale deeply and rise back to your full height. Stepping out of your shoes and rolling up your pants, you grab the first pack and get to work, hoping you can work off the embarrassment.

It works. You start feeling your heart calm and thoughts settle, finding a rhythm and ignoring your cold hands and feet.

"How can I help?"

Heart stuttering, your bottom lip gets trapped between your teeth as you turn. "Hi."

Gale smiles. "Hi." He's fully clothed this time, though he does kick off his shoes to join you in the stream after setting down more packs. A finger is held up as you open your mouth. "No apologies. You did nothing wrong."

You frown. "Ogling is wrong, Gale. At least in public." A tilt of the head. "Ish. Public-ish. That doesn't matter." You huff, feeling the creeping embarrassment return. "I feel bad. I feel like I did something I shouldn't have and the only way for me to feel better is to try to make it up to you somehow." Rubbing your forehead, you give a helpless shrug. "What can I do? Aside from, you know, making sure I don't do it again?"

Brown eyes study your face, a smile growing only to turn into a smirk as he steps closer, hands coming to rest on your hips. "I have many different ideas." He leans in, breath tickling your lips, voice dropping. "So many different ideas."

A different kind of heat floods your body as you swallow. Settling your own hands on his chest, you mutter, "Any I should know about?"

His lips catch your own, hungry but controlled. "Shall I show you?"

[virovirokun-has-adhd]

Hollow Shell of a Man

"Oh if only there were words to describe how disappointed I am in you"

[ABOUT]

Names ::

-> Fizziepop! [or just Fizz for short ehehe]

-> Viro

& more

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he / xem / h3 / vi / ren / it / zomb / static / mach / they

transmasc , genderfluid , catboy , luniboy , demiboy , cybrgender

lesboy , demirose , a-spec , qplatonic , aesthetic attraction , ambiamorous , robosexual

[#flags 4 me tag] \\ [gender & tertiary attraction] \\ [pronouns.page]

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ADHDer + minor sensory issues

-! @mayday-mayd4y is fr my closest oomf !-

"Strong believer of being queer being about defying societal norms about gender and sexuality and not about depending on feeling love at all"

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[LINKS]

Discord Servers Masterlist

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FIXATIONS , DNI & MORE UNDER THE CUT

[FIXATIONS]

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Transformers

Regretevator

ULTRAKILL

Electric Dreams

Gravity Falls

Pressure

Lone Echo

Mogai/Liom Community

RotTMNT

Ponytown

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[STANCES]

shipcourse stance :: peacefic /+ neutralship -> more detail

syscourse stance :: pro endo , willo & tulpa

queercourse stance :: check my flags 4 me tag but mainly radinclus + anti radqueer

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[DNI]

MOUTHWASHING FANS.

anti any of my fixations

queerphobic / exclusionary towards any of my identities

-- (including polyamory , ace/aro , mspec identities , mspec lesbians & gays , lesboy && xenogenders)

radfems.

ableist

darkship / pedos / tcest

disrespectful to others' beliefs

zionist / neo nazi / racist

dsmp stans / apologists / "kinnies" (cc&c!) [genuine system kinnies are fine] / ect. *

anti system / plural & anti endogenic/non-traumagenic system

anti kink

-- (this isnt just u thinking some kinks are gross this is genuine lowkey kink-shaming with no respect or regard for the kink haver's feelings)

nsfw/porn blogs

-- (unless i follow you first ig)

-- (i'm kinda sticky on these grounds, but im ok with valveplug)

*(for clarification idc if you still watch old dsmp creators' content (other than dream ofc bash that pedo's skull in) idc, i still watch Ranboo & stuff so as long as you're not trying to apologise for their wrongdoings / saying they've done nothing wrong, you can interact. Additionally if you support Dream or Wilbur for their wrongdoings stay the fuck off my blog and do not fucking interact. We support Shelby/Shubble here whole heartedly)

[OTHER]

I occasionally use Cybertronian terms or slang in my everyday speech, whether its referencing a body part

- (helm=head, processor=brain, servo=hand, optics=eyes)

- or to replace swearing (frag=fuck, scrap=shit/crap)

- or just talking about Primus in the place of Jesus/God or whatever

I oftentimes struggle with tone in text so tonetags are immensely helpful :D

I meow a lot, I sometimes refer to "cat brain" when my brain stops working like a human's brain should and I forget things

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[HOUSEKEEPING]

=just some general rules i have=

Don't DM/PM me out of the blue. (duhh)

Don't send hatemail or things you know/think might trigger me.

Don't do the above to any of my moots/friends/partners either, if you do this you will be blocked as soon as I find out what you've done.

Stay in your lane, don't interfere with conversations / rb threads that's just common sense.

If I didn't reference you directly then I am very most likely not talking about you.

I only roleplay with people I'm closest to. (usually my partners)

Be kind obviously

[SIDEBLOGS]

@kingalice-not-so-villain-au - Sona AU with my good friend @bananabiskit (i dont really use it anymore

@fizziedraws - art blog

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Shaman King - “Fractured Duality” - “Alt” Universe

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Episode Thirteen (7)

It was a strange mix of unified accomplishment, astonishment, confusion and excitement to be sitting in the freshly refurbished Patch Café. Yoh in particular could not shake the feeling he had somehow been in this odd establishment once before. He shifted in his seat a bit as he observed the very different expressions of his two cross-dimensional friends sitting across the table directly opposite him and his identical twin.

The detective shaman was clearly pleased with his detecting skills as he innocently and happily tried to take in every detail of their interesting surroundings. In direct contrast to the green-haired one beside him, the warrior shaman was becoming more and more agitated as the minutes slowly passed. The others dotted the surrounding tables. Some were even enjoying hot drinks.

“What’s taking so long?” whined the Ainu shaman, craning his head back and sinking lower into his chair.

“I guess the King is busy?” sheepishly muttered Manta.

“Should we have made an appointment?” chuckled Chocolove, trying to keep the mood light.

“Enough of this!” loudly demanded Ren, getting to his feet. He turned around and shot an angry glare at the Patch officiant behind the counter. “Thalim! Answer us! What is going on?! Why are we here?! Most of us have been through this bullshit once already!!”

Thalim smiled awkwardly at his unhappy customer and gave him a closed-eyed apologetic bow in response.

“I apologise for the delay. The King will be right with you. I am unable to answer any queries. This matter is above my pay grade.” sympathetically replied Thalim.

Ren rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He then turned around to exchange a look with his lavish girlfriend sitting at the table behind him, but blinked in surprise when he noticed her seat was empty.

“Jeanne?”

The twins began to look all around the space for the missing maiden. When they turned back to the two shaman opposite, they realised in unison Ren and Lyserg were gone. In perfect sync, the Asakura brothers leapt to their feet - and like magic, the chairs behind them vanished from sight too.

Within moments, it quickly became apparent they were the only two souls left in the entire café - even Thalim had disappeared from his station. The radio abruptly stopped. The tables and chairs surrounding them faded away from view. Until there was only one table remaining in the whole space.

A soft slurping noise caught the twin’s attention from behind them. They simultaneously turned around.

A brief delighted smile appeared on Yoh’s face.

The Shaman King brought his coffee cup to his lips and loudly sipped on his hot beverage once more. He then calmly placed his drink down upon the saucer on the table in front of him with a gentle clink.

“Hao…” whispered Yoh, barely audibly.

Asakura Yoh quietly observed how the King’s white robe practically swamped his skinny frame in his seat. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting, but, something in his heart and soul was telling him something very significant,

Why did seeing the King make him feel so…

…empty?

Yoh slowly turned to his brother beside him - then suddenly, he froze.

He was gone.

Yoh was all alone.

“Interesting.” muttered the King with a slight amused grin, “I can see you have already recognised I am not the one you were expecting, Yoh. How very observant of you. It does make me question your natural spiritual capacities, though.”

Yoh slowly turned back towards the King. He could feel his heartbeat beginning to quicken inside his rib cage.

“What?” he breathed, astonished.

“You are, after all, still merely a shadow of yourself.” went on the King. “A complicated overlapped duality code of a fabricated past with an incomplete true story. Expecting you to have the same attuned awareness of your real identity is unfair.”

As Yoh listened to the King’s strange words, it slowly dawned on him,

“You’re not my Hao… are you?”

The King smiled.

“Correct. You may refer to me as “your majesty”, if it helps lessen the complexity.” chuckled The Shaman King.

Yoh could feel an acute sense of fear beginning to rise from within him.

“Where are the others?! What’s going on?!” he yelled, desperately.

Unmoved by his little brother’s sudden onset of panic, the King continued,

“Congratulations on making it this far. Though you will not be going any further. I can’t allow any more of this… ridiculous masquerade to continue. I hope you had fun, Yoh - but it stops now.”

The King calmly raised his hand and readied a snap of his fingers.

“Wait!!” screamed Yoh, his eyes white, “What are you doing?!”

The King hesitated and blinked in surprise at Yoh’s angry raised voice.

“Putting an end to this false hellscape. Isn’t that what you want?” replied the King with a feigned confused expression.

“No!!” angrily yelled Yoh, “You can’t do that! This is our world!! We all have lives here! You can’t just… erase this place and everyone in it like it doesn’t matter!!”

The King slowly lowered his hand.

“Then, what do you want?” he asked, calmly.

Yoh took an elongated deep breath in and stood up tall. He locked his determined eyes on the God sitting in front of him.

“My brother and I wanted to make up for our part in creating a world that was just for us, by giving our friends the chance to do the same thing.” declared Yoh as calmly and as clearly as he could manage, “We wanted a “Shaman Fight” that was just for them, but… things are different now.”

The King tilted his head to one side.

“Different how?”

“Something is wrong.” replied Yoh, firmly. “Something is wrong with this world. The others, they don’t belong here. Some of them remember having lives outside of this place. We want to fix it, to put things right.”

The King’s expression fell slightly.

“The only way to properly achieve what you are asking is by doing exactly what I was about to do.”

“No - you can’t do that!” snapped Yoh. “Please Hao… I mean - your majesty! There must be another way!”

A little amused smirk appeared on the King’s lips. A short foreboding silence grew between the identical pair.

“If I allow this illusionary populous to continue on living, there is something you must do for me in return.”

“Yes. I’ll do what ever it takes.” quipped Yoh, bluntly.

The King blinked.

“I haven’t even told you what it is yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. I won’t let you erase this place. This is our home.“ declared Yoh, firmly.

The King paused. He then sighed deeply. He sank himself into his seat slightly as he raised both his arms above his head in a casual stretch.

“It is a shame about the interference,” he began letting out a deep exhale as he spoke, “Your world did offer a somewhat pleasant distraction. Allowing it to continue carries a significant risk. But it is amusing to watch, so - I am prepared to take that risk. Entertainment is in short supply around here.”

A look of confusion flickered across the younger twin’s face.

“What are you talking about?” he breathed, alarmed.

“I will grant you your original request.” continued Asakura Hao. “I will give you all passage to the Village, and I will lend you my Patch servants to assist with the facilitation of a… Proxy Shaman Fight.”

Yoh’s eyes widened at the words of his big brother’s Godly variant.

“All who successfully reach the Village…” the King continued, “…be it shaman or past participant - may be allowed to enter. I will offer the victor a chance to have an audience with me in my Realm, and they may mould this “fake” world to their chosen desire. Or be granted any desire they choose, within reason, of course. Does that sound like a good offer?”

A delighted cautious smile appeared on Yoh’s face.

“That… that would be amazing! But… what about…?”

“There’s someone of significant importance waiting for you within the Village,” interrupted Hao, “You and my illusion self must train them to reach their true potential. Do this for me, and I will let your world live.”

Yoh was stunned.

“That’s it? That doesn’t sound too hard!” he laughed, somewhat relieved.

An apparition slowly began to appear by the King’s side. It began to take on a radiant angelic glow and recognisable orange and black form. Yoh watched in disbelief as he laid eyes on his own Godly variant for the very first time, who looked back at him with a serious blank expression. Then, Yoh’s eyes fell on the singular silver starred disc he was wearing on a simple chain around his neck.

The Asakura Gods exchanged a brief glance with one another before the Shaman King locked his dark brown eyes back on Yoh’s astounded face.

“Are you sure you accept these terms?”

“Yes. Yes I accept.”

Hao raised his hand and snapped his fingers. At that moment, Yoh felt a slight vibration on his left arm as his oracle pager came to life. He lifted his arm to observe the brightly lit screen and smiled.

“As for your concerns about the others…” came the King’s amused voice, grounding Yoh back into the room. He looked up from his pager and met his God-brother variant’s glare once more,

“…perhaps we should allow him to explain himself?”

The Shaman King waved his hand and Yoh’s own identical twin swiftly appeared by his side.

Yoh practically jumped on the spot from delight as he turned to face his big brother, beaming a confident happy smile at him,

“Nii-chan - we did it!” he cried happily, “The King is going to allow our friends to have a Shaman Fight - and the winner gets to make a wish! Isn’t that awesome?!”

The elder twin did not respond. He kept his hardened glare upon his God variant sitting directly in front of him and did not move a muscle.

“….Nii-chan?”

A silence grew between the four identical faces.

“What’s the matter?” laughed the Shaman King, breaking the awkward tension, “Did you really think it was going to be that easy? That you were just going to walk straight into my Realm without so much as lifting a finger?”

Yoh looked back towards the King, confused and alarmed by his words.

The Shaman King stood up slowly from his seat. The table directly infront of him dissipated immediately as he walked the few paces that separated them. Yoh watched in a stunned silence as the King squared himself up to his identical counterpart and glared directly into a pair of eyes that perfectly mirrored his own.

“You’re a thorn in my side,” seethed The Shaman King. “A loose end. You were never meant to exist. You both belong together.”

A small devilish grin appeared on the other’s face.

“The game is set. Give it your best shot. I dare you.” finished the King with a confident smirk.

Yoh turned his head slowly towards his own identical Godly variant, who looked back at him solemnly. Yoh watched in disbelief as his God self looked away from him, like he could not bear to hold his gaze.

Almost as though it had been ripped out of his chest and torn in two halves, an acute pain struck Yoh’s heart.

He hesitantly turned back to the mirrored duo stood beside him and locked his eyes on the side profile of his twin brother’s face.

“You’re… Zeke… aren’t you?” shakily whispered Yoh.

Asakura Zeke turned his head slowly towards his fake little brother. A delighted glint appeared in his eye as an unfamiliar menacing and demonic smile spread across his face.

For a moment, the entire illusionary world around them stopped completely.

Those eyes were the same eyes Yoh loved so dearly…

…but the one behind them looking straight into his own was not his loving, protective, kind, caring and selfless big brother…

…it was a demon from the depths of hell.

“No… Hao…!!!”

The Shaman King let out a loud and amused chortle.

Yoh threw himself to his knees in front of the King.

“Your majesty! Please!! I beg you! Bring my brother back! Reverse this!!” he cried desperately as uncontrollable tears began to flood into his eyes.

“Unfortunately I can’t do that. I am bound by the rules of the Flowers of Maize. This was a YVS move. I am unable to interfere.” bluntly replied the King as he calmly made his way back to his God-brother’s side, leaving his illusionary twin in his crumpled state on the café floor.

“What…? The Flowers of what? What are you talking about?!!” howled Yoh as he watched the cold-hearted King seat himself back on the empty café chair.

“Unfortunately for him, his little infection is not yet complete. Isn’t that right, Zeke?” chuckled the King as he crossed one of his thin legs across his own lap and leaned forward in his seat. The expression on his face showed he was enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him.

With wide glistening desperate eyes, Yoh looked back at the face of his twin towering above him - who looked down at him with a hard faced stare.

“Your brother is still in there,” candidly went on the King, “Luckily he has been able to resist being consumed completely by the conscious scheming virus he has in his head. They’ve been fighting for control ever since the moment they were brought together.”

The King’s words cut deep into Yoh’s heart.

“How…?” painfully whispered Yoh, his voice breaking, “How could I not know? How did I not see it?”

Zeke smiled in response.

“He’s quite comfortable where he is.” he replied with a grin, “We get along just fine.”

Yoh leapt to his feet and shoved the imposter in the chest with all his strength, causing Zeke to stumble backwards and fall to his rump on the floor.

“You sick evil twisted bastard!! Let him go!!!” roared Yoh, standing above his twin’s evil alter ego with his hands balled into tight fists.

Asakura Zeke looked back at the putrid angry face of his pretend twin above him and smiled at him once again. Something about that smile made Yoh’s blood begin to boil and an unfamiliar sense of intense hatred began to grip his heart and mind.

“However, I am going to throw you a bone, Yoh.” continued the King, “You are still my little brother, after all. Even if you did originate from an alternate living reality different from my own.”

The twins simultaneously snapped their eyes back towards the God who was pulling all the strings.

“Once you pass through to the Village, I’ll ensure your Hao is back in the driving seat of his own body. But I’m afraid you’re running out of time to get to him before my menacing inter-dimensional variant takes control for good. That’s all I can do for you. The rest is up to you.”

Yoh’s eyes drifted from the King’s delighted expression to the sorrowful looking identical one standing beside him.

“You’re awfully quiet!” angrily snapped Yoh. He was unable to stop the tears from streaming down his face. “Don’t you have anything to say?!!”

When his own variant looked away from him once more, Yoh tossed all his reservations aside and desperately threw himself to the floor beside his own twin and gripped both his shoulders. He gazed deeply into his big brother’s brown irises and spoke directly to him from the bottom of his heart.

“Nii-chan… I’ll find you! We’ll fix this! I will fix this! Don’t give up! Keep fighting! We will put things right again, I promise!!!”

Zeke craned his head back and let out an extended twisted laugh. Yoh’s eyes became white when he heard such an unfamiliar evil noise coming from his twin’s throat.

“Hao gave me control willingly.” happily mused Zeke as he slowly lifted his head and locked eyes with his fake twin once more. “He wants this. He left you to be with me.”

Yoh felt the world shift from beneath him as he absorbed the devil’s words.

“What?! No! You’re lying!!” yelled Yoh.

“You and all your pathetic worthless friends let him down. But I was there for him when you weren’t. He’s feeling much better now. Snug, safe and comfortable inside me. He wants to be with me. All your lies did this. This is all your doing, Yoh.”

Yoh could feel his jaw tightly tensing in his face. His fingernails began to deepen into Zeke’s shoulders as he had to resist the urge to violently pummel the imposter straight into the floor.

“You… you sick son of a….! None of that is true!! You’ve manipulated him!!! I won’t let you take him away from me!!!”

“If you two are quite finished with your little sibling squabble, it’s time you both moved on.” quipped the King, unmoved and unphased by the dramatic events unfolding in front of him, “And remember our agreement. You both must train the shaman awaiting you within the Village or the deal is off. If you fail to meet these terms - your little competition, and your world, will come to an end.”

The King swiftly waved his hand and the illusionary twins immediately disappeared.

A moment of silence grew in the room before the King’s own brother turned his head towards him.

“I still believe this plan carries far too many unknown risks.” whispered Yoh, sadly.

Asakura Hao smiled in response to his twin’s concerned words.

“Don’t worry, little brother. I told you. Everything is under control. This is how we solve all of our problems. You’ll see…

…and on the plus side, at least it will be fun to watch…”

Continue here.

Enter “Alt” Universe here.

Read “Fractured Duality” here.