#Can you tell I want to fly with wings a normal amount

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If I could make a game without worrying about the restrictions such as money, effort and knowledge I would make a vr game where the entire game is focused around the fact that you are a bird and to fly or do anything in the air you have to manually move your arms in the correct way.

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Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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What the actual fuck.

You blink, absolutely dumbfounded. There’s some kind of grotesque, insect-like creature in front of you, buzzing obnoxiously as it flaps its wings. It bears the appearance of a fly, at least somewhat, but it’s much bigger than a normal fly, and its face looks like it came straight out of a low-budget horror movie. 

The point is, it’s not normal. It's not the kind of thing you’ve ever seen before. At the very least, not in real life. 

And yet, you’re the only one who seems to notice it.

“...I keep telling you, it’s weird,” a girl mumbles, scratching her neck impatiently. “I can’t get rid of it. There’s this chill that follows me around no matter where I go, and my shoulders feel weirdly heavy lately. I even went to a chiropractor to see if it would help. I feel so gross these days.” 

The fly-like creature is hovering closely above the girl, a disturbing smile plastered across its already unattractive face. It’s literally right next to her, and not only her, but the other girls that are gathered around. They’re all just talking like nothing’s even going on. Completely blind to the abnormal presence that lurks nearby. 

You’re the only one who can see that yucky-looking thing. How does that make any sense? How is it even possible for something like that to exist in real life? 

Actually… where are you right now? 

Once again, you blink. Something utterly strange is happening. The last thing you remember is going to bed, in your perfectly ordinary bedroom, so how in the world did you wake up in the middle of what appears to be a field? 

You’re at a school, by the looks of things. But certainly not the school you’re used to attending. It seems like you’re even wearing some unfamiliar uniform, and it would make sense for this to be a dream, but by all accounts, it’s way too realistic. 

Pinching your cheek doesn’t help. The scenery refuses to change, and sure enough, the creature is still hanging above that girl. It even lets out a shrill, high-pitched laugh (which she of course doesn’t hear), almost as if it’s taunting her.

You’re not sure what you should be doing right now. This is all one hell of a mindfuck, if you’re being honest. But that creature can’t be good news, and even though you’re admittedly pretty scared, it seems like you’re the only one who can see it. You’re the only one who even realizes it’s here. 

Swallowing your apprehension, you take a deep breath and approach. 

“Excuse me…?”

You call out to the group of girls. There’s no easy way to break this to them. How do you bring up the fact that there’s some weird creature in the vicinity? If they can’t see it, there’s no reason they’ll even believe you. They’ll probably just think you’re crazy or something. 

As it so happens, though, you aren’t required to recount some absurd, seemingly nonsensical tale. 

You’ve barely taken two steps forward when all of a sudden, the creature sharply turns its head in your direction. 

And then it screams. 

Just like its laugh, the sound is high-pitched and wholly unpleasant. You’re not even sure what prompted that kind of reaction, since it seemed pretty chill up until this point, but now, it’s trembling like a leaf in the wind. 

You’re worried that you might have triggered it somehow, and that it’s going to attack you, but that doesn’t happen either. It turns out that the scream it just let out wasn’t one of aggression, but rather, fear. 

So, it flies off before you can get any closer, and the girl who was complaining until just a few moments ago suddenly blinks, expression brightening.

“Whoa, wait,” she mumbles in disbelief. “It’s… it’s gone. I think I feel better now. No way. It’s actually gone! I thought it would never end!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t just all in your head?” one of the other girls frowns, visibly unconvinced. She then turns towards you. “Oh. Sorry, were you talking to us just now? I didn’t really hear what you said.” 

“Uh.” 

You’re not sure what to say. The whole reason you came over was so you could warn them about that weird creature, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. It screamed right as it saw your face—which is kind of offensive, honestly—and then it flew off like no one’s business. 

A bit hesitant, you try asking, “Sorry if this sounds weird, but where are we right now?” 

Now it’s their turn to look dumbfounded. You can only imagine how visceral their reaction would have been if you’d actually brought up the weird fly creature. 

“What do you mean where are we? We’re… at school, where else?” 

The girl gestures all around her, as if it should be obvious. Granted, you deduced as much, but that wasn’t really what you were asking. All of this is just so ridiculous. How in the world does a person manage to go to sleep in their own room and wake up someplace they’ve never been before?

The group decides to walk away, probably because you weirded them out with your stupid question, and you can even hear them whispering amongst themselves. 

“Why’d she even ask that all of a sudden…?” 

“I don’t know. She transferred here just recently, right? Maybe she’s still getting used to things. It was kind of weird, though.” 

They keep talking about it as they leave, probably not realizing you can still hear them. Whatever. You’ve got bigger fish to fry right now. As things stand, you woke up god-knows-where, and you just saw some freakish creature a second ago, so you’re starting to worry that you might be going insane. 

The only explanation is that this has to be some kind of dream. A lucid dream, perhaps? That’s what they call these kinds of things, right?

This is way too freaky, though. Can I make myself wake up? I really don’t like this. It gives me the creeps. 

You desperately try to force yourself awake, but regretfully, it doesn’t work. And you’re not even given much time to speculate on the issue any further. 

A soccer ball comes flying at you and hits you right in the face.

It hurts. It hurts like fucking hell. In fact, it hurts so much that you’re knocked flat onto your back, groaning as you cradle your poor nose, which feels like it’s just been split open. 

“...holy shit, are you okay?!” 

You can hear a student running towards you, but since you’re lying on your back convinced you’re about to die, you don’t pay it much mind. The immense amount of pain you’re feeling is absurd. Even for a lucid dream, isn’t this too much?

However, things are only about to get weirder. 

Like way, way weirder. 

“I’m so sorry!” the same student apologizes. It’s a boy, by the sounds of it, and you hear him drop to his knees beside you. “I swear I wasn’t even trying to kick the ball that hard! I barely even used any force!”

From afar, another student chimes in. “Even when you hold back, you’re way too strong, Itadori! Is she dead? You killed her, didn’t you?”

Did he just say… Itadori? 

For just a moment, the pain subsides, and clarity overtakes your features. You manage to squint your eyes open and find a boy staring down at you. A boy with bright brown eyes, and spiky pink hair styled in an undercut. 

A boy that you’ve most definitely seen before. 

Your jaw drops open. There’s just no way. This is… Itadori Yuji? The protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen? A fictional series, which, by definition, means he doesn’t actually exist? 

Yet here he is, fussing over you and looking immeasurably guilty for having just kicked a soccer ball in your face. And even though you keep trying to tell yourself that this is a dream, it’s getting harder and harder to deny. The sensations you feel—the pain, the confusion, and the excited fluttering in your chest—are impossible to ignore.

It all makes sense now. That weird creature you saw earlier was a cursed spirit. That explains why those girls didn’t even notice it. Ordinary humans normally can’t perceive curses. Most of the time, they’re completely unaware of their existence.

You realize how utterly absurd this is. People don’t just wake up and find themselves sucked into their favorite anime. No matter how badly some fans might wish for it, this kind of thing just doesn’t happen.

Or at least, it’s not supposed to.

“Wait, your—your nose is bleeding!” Itadori exclaims. “I need to get you to the infirmary! Can you walk? Or should I carry you?” 

He appears frantic, which of course he is, since he’s a good guy. He’s the kind of guy who always cares about others. A guy with a big heart, a friendly demeanor, and a penchant for justice. Truly, the perfect protagonist. 

…so, is this seriously happening right now?

“I-I’m fine,” you try to insist. “I just… need a moment. And then I’ll be okay.” 

Itadori seems entirely unconvinced, so you suspect your nose is probably bleeding even more than you fear. Right now, you honestly couldn’t care less, though. Your heart is pounding relentlessly. The excitement and awe you feel can’t even be put into words.

“I’ll take you to the infirmary,” Itadori says again. He resists the urge to outright pick you up into his arms, and after a moment’s pause, he offers you his hand instead. “Here. Try standing up. If not, I’ll carry you there, okay?” 

It’s difficult just to form a response. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his presence. The fact that you’re face to face with someone you never thought you’d be able to see in person, let alone speak to. 

But even if it seems hard to believe, even if it makes you want to question your sanity, this is real. This is actually happening. 

And so, you take his hand—changing the course of your life as you know it. 

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Azriel NSFW alphabet

Literally just Azriel brain rot. Buckle in

NSFW below the cut (18+ minors don’t interact)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’m a firm believer that this man is the biggest cuddler after sex. He will fully wrap you in his arms and wings and just hold you close to him. He’ll give you sweet kisses on your forehead and the top of your head, humming as he does.

If anything is particularly rough (Which I am a firm believer in dom Azriel) he’ll draw you a bath and smooth out any sore muscles with his hands.

Basically this dude knows what it’s like to be left alone and would rather die than make you feel like that after being intimate

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, like any good Iilyrian baby, it’s his wings. Besides the normal ego the wings normally come with, he’s able to look at them and see all the good they’ve done. Proof of how far he’s come in life. He’d learn how to fly, become one of the top Iilyrian warriors and had an amazing family. Looking at his wings, the same wings he shares with his brothers, he can’t help but feel his pride stir.

On you, everyone always goes back and forth on boobs or ass but are missing the best option. Thighs. Azriel adores your thighs. Something about the soft feeling of them under his hands instantly comforts him. And not only in a sexual way (although he has pushed your thighs tighter around his head on multiple occasions) but comforting like a cat kneading on a blanket. He loves using them as a pillow, you playing with his hair as you talk about your different days or you both reading a book. He loves your thighs no matter the size, the stretch marks, he loves every inch of them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like all the fae males cum a ton. Probably left over from centuries of breeding being the most important thing, but Azriel takes the cake. For sake of not having to find something to clean up the sheer amount, he’s almost always coming inside of you. And even then it’s still enough that it runs out of you, something that normally is enough to make you both want round two.

I also feel like if he’s in one of his more dominant moods that once he does cum inside you he’ll use his finger to push it back in, mouth parted as he sees just the sheer amount that pools onto the sheets

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like you and Azriel would be pretty open with each other. He doesn’t want to hide things from you and he wouldn’t want you too either

That being said, I do think he likes you being dominant more than he would ever let you know. The way the tone of your voice drops slightly, the way you tease him is enough to drive him crazy. You always seem to know when he needs it too. There's not one particular thing he could point out to say he loved but you doming him is something he enjoys a lot when it happens.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man is quiet but that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t had plenty of experience. I mean, look at this man. Tell me you wouldn’t have to fight off both males and females when the mating bond first snapped. This man fully knows what he’s doing and I firmly believe his spymaster skills make him perfect at learning exactly what you need to make you into a complete whining mess.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you ride him. Something about feeling your thighs spread out on top of him and having full access to your chest and throat just does something for him.

I also live and die by Azriel having a breeding kink so I think he would love having you in a mating press. Your legs perched up on his shoulders as he presses so deep into you you can’t do anything but scream his name. He would still be free to pepper kisses all over your neck and face and he can feel how deep his cum is pumped into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He is pretty serious overall. It’s that dom persona but sometimes when you try a new position or play and something twists the way it's not supposed to or your bodies just make the noises bodies do, you’re both laughing and giggling. On slower nights you two can make jokes but overall it’s pretty serious because the love you two have for each other runs so deeply.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he keeps it trimmed. He defo has a happy trail that you love to kiss down. But he doesn’t really care about what’s going on down there, especially when it comes to you. As long as he can get between your legs, he doesn’t care how much or how little hair you have. And I think his hair is a little lighter but not by much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Azriel can be tooth rotting sweet when he wants to be. I’m talking rose petals and candles, full body massage. He would pull out all the stops when it comes to spoiling you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away on missions he would try. Some errant thought of you would cross his mind and since he has a hard time sleeping on missions, he would try to rub one out but it never feels the same so he doesn’t really bother with it. He has you and you’re more than happy to help him whenever he has one of his random moments of need rushing through him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Restrains- He loves holding your wrists down, whether it’s with his own hands wrapped around your wrists pinned above you heads, or his shadows holding down all of your limbs as he absolutely worships your body, something about seeing you desperately trying to reach out and touch him makes him go feral.

Wing Play- At first you both were very tentative for you to touch his wings. He’s so proud of them and despite the fact that you’re mates, it felt too intimate. But after much begging on his part, you finally did and gods. His usual perfect timing was fully broken the first time. He came in his pants like a teenager and spent the rest of the night absolutely worshiping you. From then on, if you ever wanted to have him on his knees, you would just run a nail softly along the membranes and he would be a whimpering mess for you.

Brat Tamer- This male would love it when you talk back to him. The way you would puff up your chest, staring up at him trying your best to be intimidating. He would just coo at you and whisper something about keeping up that attitude later in the bedroom. And of course the moment the door closed to your shared bedroom, you would be apologizing for your words. Maybe if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let you off but if he’s not. You would definitely be limping around the next day.

Breeding kink- He would love to fill you up. As much as he adores seeing his cum on various parts of your body. Theres nothing he loves more than seeing it drip out of you, fucking it back into you with his fingers or his tongue.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers your bedroom truthfully. The two of you have made it so comfortable, bits and pieces of the both of you filled the space. The way your smell mixed with his lingers around puts him instantly at ease.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

For real, you could just look at this man and he would be hard as a rock. Seeing you sparing with Cassian would also be a sure fire way to get him going. Or if you are trying to get him really riled up, placing your hand on someones arm as you’re talking to them would have him literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to remind you exactly who you belong to.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No temperature play of any kind, no ice or fire. Fire/wax for obvious reasons but cold/ ice because it reminds him of the winters at the war camp and those memories are not something he wants to imagine when he’s having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man will eat you out like he has been stranded in the desert for a hundred years. He cannot get enough of you. He’ll hold down your hips, shadows holding your arms down. Absolute filthy noises would be spilling out of his mouth as he lapped you up. You would literally have to pull him away by his hair and his face would be covered in your arousal. He could go down on you for hours if you would let him and he would still probably whine as you pulled him away.

That being said, this man does love a good blow job. I think he would have two moods. One where he’s just letting you explore, tongue lapping at him and he’d let you set your own pace. Just taking everything you would give him. Now. On nights where you have done nothing but tease him. Strap in because this man will (consensually) push you down to your knees with your hands tied behind you back and use your throat like it was a damn fleshlight. He would keep going until spit was trailing down your chin, eyes glassy with tears. When he finally did cum he would make you hold it on your tongue before telling you to swallow, sticking out your tongue afterwards to show him that you were a good girl and listened to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This man is the best of both worlds. Depending on both of your moods it can be soft and slow or wall shakingly rough. Sometimes he’ll being going slow and you’ll push his hips to make him pound into you and the little bit of control he’ll have snaps and before you know it, he’s flipping you over and fucking you hard enough to have you seeing stars. But on nights when both of you need to show your love to each other, he’s simply just grinding into you. Hitting that perfect spot inside of you and I love you’s are spilling past both of your lips unhurried.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not totally against them. When the mating bond first snapped all you had to do was look at him the right way and he was taking you against the nearest surface. More than once during trips to the court of nightmares you two were found tucked away into corners, both in various states of undress. His shadows were particularly helpful during these moments because he could wrap you in them and make sure no one saw that the front of your dress was pulled down or how your skirt was hiked up to your waist. But for the most part, he likes taking his time with you. He wants the time to take you apart piece by piece and have you screaming and shaking beneath him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

SJM told us this man was a freak and I firmly believe it. There’s very few things that he isn’t willing to try at least once. If he thinks it will make you happy then he’s game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man could go all night if you would let him. Your stamina would give out long before he would. And he’s almost always making sure that you get off at least once but we all know there would be many many more before he would even think about his own release.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I have no idea what toys exist in this world but lets pretend the ones that exist in Crescent City are available. I think he would for sure have a vibrator. More than once he has had you tied up in your bed, vibrator strapped to your thigh and just stood at the other end of the room. You would be half delirious with the amount of orgasms the toy had pulled from you before he turned it off with a smirk at how totally fucked out you were.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the biggest tease. He knows how much you love his muscles so he would just walk around the house shirtless. Commenting on how your eyes followed him like he was a snack you wanted to devour. He would tease you for that glazed look in your eyes and how your pupils would dilate. If anyone was ever around when this happened you would blush as he slowly raised a hand to shut your slightly open jaw. Laughing softly as everyone else started to slowly leave the room because they knew what was about to happen.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Listen. For how quiet this man is around the inner circle, he would be moaning and panting into your ear. His dirty talk alone is enough to reduce you to a shaking mess. But when he’s pounding into you he’ll be cursing and roaring against you. More than once you’ve had someone pounding on the door because of how loud the two of you were being. He would only make it a point to be even louder when that did happen and when the two of you finally crawled out of your bedroom, the house would be empty.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Azriel was terrified the first time you two had sex. It’s no secret that he’s insecure when it comes to his hands and he was afraid that you would be wary to have him finger you but that fear was quickly dismissed when you begged for his fingers. Now whenever he seems to get too far into his head, all you have to do is slip one of his giant fingers into your mouth and he would snap out whatever funk he was in and he would go absolutely feral. You made the mistake of doing it at dinner with the rest of the inner circle once and everyone just stared at you two with wide eyes as Azriel just sat back further into his chair, legs spreading as he smirked with pure male satisfaction.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Our shadowslinger is hung. I think he’s at least 8 inches but he’s also thick. Like if you wrap your hand around him, your fingers just barely touch. The illyrian joke about wings is definitely true and he’s the biggest of the three males. The rest of the girls nearly fell out of their chairs when they held their hands out trying to get you to spill just how big he was. All three sisters and Mor are just sitting there like 🫸 🫷“What do you mean , keep going??? Girl are you okay???”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mother. This man’s sex drive is ridiculous. Despite having many partners over the years, there was a lot of time between then and he never let them be truly intimate, opting for quick fucks that were satisfying on the surface level for sure but he desperately yearned for real intimacy. So once he found you he couldn’t get enough of you and you him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll always wait for you to fall asleep. And you normally fall asleep pretty quickly after he’s rung orgasm after orgasm out of you. Some nights we would just stare at you as you slept soundly besides him, wondering how he got so lucky to have you next to him.

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Hearts and their true value | Essay

ZAM: Something i've noticed is that people who are willing to stand up are the people that have been around longer. It's interesting. Its not like Jumper's that new anyway, like she's been around, she's, I feel like she's not really like... I don't know, understood the devaluing, or the lack of value that hearts have.

Okay, I wanna tell you a story.

[ENDGAME SPOILERS TO SKY:COTL | CW DEATH AND SUICIDE IN THE GAME CONCEPTS]

There is a game called Sky. This is a social game about human connections, and one of the important parts of the gameplay is wings. You get wings by grinding and lose them one by one when your health drops to zero.

From the very beginning, the wings are shown to you as a value: they accumulate as you explore the world, which is beautifully reflected by the star patterns on the cloaks, and, most importantly, they determine the degree of your ability to fly. and flying is the main mechanic of the game, you fly almost always. an unshakable and absolute value. This means that wings must be protected and saved, and this is the essence of the game!

But Sky is a cycle. The end of the cycle is death. and you are losing all your wings in the process. Invariant. And the game never warns you about it; it says that you can lose your wings, sure, but it's nothing in comparison with losing everything. And first time, it's very, very scary: me personally, stories about this place scared me bad enough that I finally got through it only after a week of constant playing. and in the end you're left with... nothing. You have only one wing. You have to start from the beginning. Was all this adventure, all these efforts, worth it?

Usually it takes several months for the players to get used to losing wings. Not only at the end of the cycle, gaining red candles and sometimes unlocking eternal wings or cosmetics, but generally. Leaving themselves in dangerous places, playing with the death, and... Protecting other people, especially new players, by bodyblocking the hits. because, despite the amount of wings being a reason to flex and the importance of being able to fly higher and longer and grinding being just straight up annoying, part of the Sky philosophy as i understand it is the idea that wings are not actually holding much value. 

Two years ago, I had a beautiful sky friend. She was Chinese, resembled an elegant and beautiful flower, and told me to call her 江妤 (Jiang Yu, "Like the Yangtze River,"  she had explained to me). Jiang Yu, in addition to all her wonderful personal qualities, was wingless.

In a normal situation, you can't stay wingless; you always have at least one wing. The whole game is based on the idea that you will fly, but there are many glitches that can temporarily make you wingless. However, here was only one way to stay wingless: from the moment the birth, you couldn't pick up a single wing and continued to avoid them for eternity.

It wasn't a planned way to play, but it was possible, and different people played that way for different reasons. Jiang Yu, having a very developed account on a Chinese server, explained to me that she wants to travel with her friends. "Lead me wherever you wish, and I will follow you,"  she said to me. She couldn't get to many places on the map alone, and even one drop of rain depersonalized her, and she needed someone to guide her. She was extremely dependent on others. 

But Jiang Yu, having no wings, being outside the existing equation, could not die. This was the catch of the wingless: having nothing, they were not afraid to lose something (except their own winglessness, but oh, well), and this made them invulnerable. For me, it was the true Sky experience of connecting with people around and trusting them.

Thinking about the philosophy of it in my walks with Jiang Yu, I came to a personal conclusion: Sky is a game where you are given value, given currency, demonstrated its importance and usefulness and irreplaceability, and then demonstrated that in fact it has no real value. And the wingless ones, even if not planned by the developers, are the apogee of this idea. It is—oh  well, let me give you the most banal quote: "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." Do you understand where I'm going and how it relates to Lifesteal?

I don't like to row everyone under the same comb, but to simplify, let's say: many of the new members are scared to die. Old members are generally not. They all have different understandings and positions, and someone has 20 hearts and someone has 4; it's a difference in mindsets.

And Jumper is still new. Especially taking into account that the big part of the s5 she was pretty much immortal with the infinite (not really, but) stash of hearts and that PB&J was kinda built on not understanding things.

Yeah, this is the Lifesteal, the server about killing people for hearts. But it hasn't been just that way for a very long time. The server is fucking alive and is constantly changing, but even before, cool stories were much more important than just not dying. "Reaching 20 hearts" without any twist is a very boring video. Wanna show how cool you are? Do something better.

There is not much interesting in being just passive. Yeah, Wemmbu is scary, but he is the villain; of course he is scary. Im not saying that they have to pick up a sword and fight, but I think Zam is right in that they just don't really understand yet. but its something we've talked about many times before – unspoken rules and conventions and all that. This can be attributed to the same place as the fact that members tend to play along with each other even if it's dangerous. Content is more important than hearts. At the end, you came here to play.

Part of the reason I love 3ht so much is that they embody it. They're constantly dying; they seem weak and worthless, but they're here, and they are doing atleast something. And Planet... Is Planet. Even to go edit, you first need to give a dramatic speech, change movement of the whole arc, and backflip into the void. Despite how important hearts are and that you should still care, it's good to understand that it does not actually matter that much. Yeah, it helps with how many crits you'll take before dying, but is it really the only important thing here?

Many months after our first meeting, Jiang Yu made a mistake and accidentally got her first wing. She was so sad, and I hugged her, and her wings looked like a beautiful cherry flower. I haven't seen her in a long time, but we still exchange gifts sometimes. I miss her. And even if we never see each other again, I appreciate the memories we've made together. And it's more valuable than anything else.

(And, at the end, its just a game. It can be very important; you can be very invested, but it is necessary to draw a line. In-game life may cost nothing, but your real life is infinitely valuable)

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Online & Anonymous 5/16

Hangster. Explicit. Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship.

Odd year = Bradley's POV and Even year = Jake's POV

>>Bradley chatting (bold and italics)

>>Jake chatting (italics)

2005/2006 2007 2008 2009

2010 – Jake

                He’s a fully commissioned officer, a naval aviator, junior grade lieutenant. He’s got his wings and he knows he’s good. He can control himself physically and he considers a plane a simple extension of that. He loves flying like nothing else. His first deployment has him practicing night landing and takeoffs, something he can’t say he’s a fan of, but he also manages better than most of his counterparts and it leaves him feeling smug. He’s getting better at flying and he’s already itching to get an invitation to

                He hadn’t been convinced about switching to a different messaging app, especially one that required him to buy a new phone. However he has no regrets. The amount of messages he and Nick send back and forth increases, it’s much quicker and convenient. And while he ignores the messages he gets from strangers he definitely enjoys looking at the pictures. He jerks off more than usual but then the novelty wears off.

                Nick does not wear off.

                If anything Nick seems to get better. He’s definitely using the app to its full purpose, whenever he’s somewhere there are plenty of guys also using it; Nick shares stories with him, tells him about the guys he sleeps with and Jake lets himself live vicariously through him. If Jake felt more confident he’d be doing the same. Wants to do the same but is also terrified. Admires Nick for seeming not to care about being caught. Wonders if he’s developing a voyeurism kink. Except everything he sees is solely in his imagination.

>>Would you send me a picture of your dick?

>>You want a picture of my dick?

>>Yeah. I’m kind of attached to it, and I haven’t even seen it.

                He doesn’t say that he’s also attached to Nick. Doesn’t want to come off as needy even if that’s exactly how he feels. He’s seen pictures of Nick’s stomach and thighs, his chest. He’s seen a hard dick being palmed through the fabric of his briefs, but god yeah, he wants to see the real thing. It’s not immediate and he wonders what Nick is doing, has already said that he’s by himself and not going to be interrupted. Then the picture comes through and he knows Nick is over six foot, maybe has big hands, and he’s holding his dick in his hand and it’s dark dusky pink at the head, his fingers are curled around the shaft loosely and god he wishes they could video chat or something, it looks average, if he assumes Nick’s hands are normal sized.

>>How big are your hands?

>>You trying to figure out how big I am?

>>Maybe.

>>I’m plenty big enough. Never had any complaints.

>>Thinking about your hands on me too.

>>They look like nice hands.

>>I used to play baseball. Big mitts.

>>Yeah? Long fingers too looks like.

>>Yeah, I play the piano. Long fingers come in handy.

>>Bet they come in handy for lots of things.

>>You’re not wrong.

                Jake bites his lip, looks at the picture again, imagines wrapping his mouth around the head and licking and sucking, making Nick come with nothing but his hands and mouth.

>>Thanks for the picture. It’s a very pretty dick. Now I can imagine sucking it.

>>Fuck.

>>If we ever meet I hope I’m able to do everything properly. Like I can in my head.

>>When we meet.

                Jake rolls his eyes.

>>And I don’t care about it being perfect. Sex generally never is.

>>We’ll have fun and get each other off.

>>More than once.

>>Definitely more than once.

>>We won’t leave bed for days. Maybe lock ourselves away from the world when we’re both on leave.

                Jake lets himself dream.

…            …            …

>>Do you ever hook up with other guys?

>>In the service I mean?

>>I mean. I have once or twice. Got to be so careful.

>>There’s this subtle careful look that gets exchanged. I’ve given it and had it ignored, and either the guy isn’t up for it, or just missed it completely. Other times…

>>Other times?

>>It’s been hit and miss. Sometimes the guy is angry and can take it out on you. Other times it’s just sex. Other times they can think it’s the start of something.

>>Take it out on you? What do you mean?

>>Oh. Just.

>>Rough. Angry with the whole thing. Think they’re angry at themselves. That whole not wanting to want another man that way.

>>And you let them?

>>Sometimes. I’ve walked away when I’ve been seriously worried.

>>But I like it a little rough sometimes.

>>Reminds me I’m with a man and I don’t have to hold back my own strength.

                Jake bites his lip and shifts a little, already starting to get a little hard, and they aren’t even talking about having sex with each other, just talking about sex in general and he can’t believe it’s getting him hard.

>>You getting hard?

>>Yeah.

>>You know me too well.

>>Of course I do.

>>I wonder how hard I can get you.

                Jake knows exactly how hard, he goes back and reads some of their conversations sometimes and they get him hard every single time.

>>I wonder if I told you not to jerk off, and talked to you like this, whether you could come from it.

                Jake knows that that won’t happen, he always needs a little friction. But…

>>I’m willing to give it a try.

>>Yeah?

>>Want me to tell you when it’s okay to touch yourself? When you can come?

>>You like the sound of that?

>>Yeah. Little bit.

…            …            …

                He refuses to think about what he has with Nick as a relationship. At least not a romantic one. He is definitely his best friend though, right up their with Javy, although Javy hasn't ever made him come. Some months are quieter than others, and he gets it now. Nick is deployed. Hell. Considering both their schedules it’s a miracle they’ve managed so much communication already. He desperately wants to ask him which service he’s in, but unlike his name, Nick hasn’t offered to share that. However, knowing that they’re both military opens a different type of floodgate and Jake finds himself talking about his team, squad, group, platoon. He changes up what he calls them. If Nick asks he’ll tell him, because then he’ll feel better about asking himself.

                The question doesn’t come though.

…            …            …

>>Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.

>>Other than the fact I’m gay you mean?

>>Ha ha. Yeah. Other than that.

>>I miss my parents.

                Jake’s fingers hover over his phone, not sure what to say. He knows Nick’s parents are dead, and Nick knows his own parents kicked him out… God they’ve both got issues there don’t they. Still, missing them doesn’t feel like something he’d be ashamed to admit.

>>My dad died when I was three. My mom died of cancer fifteen years ago.

>>Oh shit. I’m sorry.

>>I was raised by my godfather after that, but I’m not talking to him either.

>>I miss him too sometimes.

>>I had this whole other family and I just turned my back on them and some days I wonder if it was worth it.

                Jake wants to ask, wants to know, because he aches for his family some days, knows he can’t go back. His parents made it abundantly clear that he was no longer welcome, and he wonders if they’d even care if he died.

>>What made you turn your back?

>>You don’t have to tell me, just, I’m here, if you want to tell me.

>>I applied to one of the academies. He pulled my papers. Told me I wasn’t ready. So I went and enlisted anyway.

>>Oh shit.

>>Yeah.

>>So. I’m still angry about it, but I also miss them. Him. Families fuck you up.

>>Yeah. They do.

…            …            …

                It takes a near miss and he lands on the carrier inwardly shaking, although he doesn’t let it show outwardly. But he’s just realized that if something happens to him Nick will never know. He doesn’t want to put him through that. He carefully writes down some instructions and what he wants to say, then he changes the lock code on his phone to Javy’s year of birth, he can’t forget that and it’ll remind him everyday of why he needs to be careful. But also the best. He finds Javy and walks him through it, show him where he hides the app and where he’s going to keep the envelope. Usually they’d joke about something like this, but after the day they’ve had neither of them are feeling in a jokey mood and Jake has no one else to ask.

>>I told my best friend about you. If something happens to me he’ll let you know.

>>How?

>>Gave him a sealed envelope with instructions. Told him I was trusting him, and that if he wanted to keep his sanity he wouldn’t risk opening it. You know what he said?

>>What?

>>That he’d already seen plenty of dick on the locker room and wasn’t going to go looking for any more.

>>But also that he’d do it. So. Yeah.

>>You don’t have to worry about me dropping off the face of the earth and forever wondering what happened to me.

>>He’ll let you know.

>>Wow. Okay. That’s really thoughtful of you.

>>Thanks I guess.

>>Shit. I hadn’t even thought of it.

>>I’ll do the same. It’s not like what I’m doing is any safer than what you’re doing.

>>Yeah. I think not knowing would be the worst part.

>>I wanted to ask you, if you could do that for me.

>>So thanks for offering already.

>>You sure you don’t want my name? That would suck to find it out after I’ve died.

>>Don’t think calling you anything different will make you dying easier on me.

>>So try not to die okay?

>>I’ll do my best.

2011 - Bradley

[civilotterneer]

The Search for Civ

Another imp's corpse fell to the ground, joining the many surrounding me as they turned to inky blackness, and I breathed hard. I'm not sure how many I killed, but I was losing steam. I saw more coming, and found myself wondering if now was the time to use the teleport charm.

Suddenly, the approaching imps stopped. Going from gleefully murderous to fearful in an instant, they turned, running and flying away.

"What could make them that scared," I said, at least being happy for a breather.

Then I realized.

Floating nearby, a strange figure in a black cloak with red horns was in the air. The air filled with the sense of death, like the being I looked upon was death itself. The air was cold, and was quickly quiet as the imps ran away.

In one of its hands, it held a limp body.

It threw the body forward, and the creature landed heavily on the brick surface. Splayed out was the unconscious, and wingless, form of Livic.

"HE HAS BEEN PUNISHED"

The creature spoke with an energy that silenced all other ambience of the hells.

I looked down to Livic, who looked worse for wear, especially from the wounds on his back where his wings used to be.

As I looked back, the veiled creature was gone.

Livic groaned, and I quickly dropped my staff to help him up.

"Oh my gods, Civ...I mean," i stumbled.

I could almost see Livic flinch at my words instead of his pain.

"I mean, Livic," I said as I helped him stand, "Oh my gods, you look like you've been through the wringer."

He didn't respond, only having this sullen, beaten look on his face. It was almost heartbreaking, seeing my friends...or a copy of my friends face so downtrodden.

Without a thought, I hugged him, doing my best to not put my hands where his wings should be.

I let it go on for a moment, and I felt him grab back, albeit lightly, like he had never done this before. I could hear a few sobs catch in his throat as he sniffed in hard.

"I'm so sorry," I said quietly, any amount of anger I would have had at him long gone.

I released him, and could tell he was on the verge of tears.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I fucked up," Livic finally started, "I...made a big mistake."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he continued, "I...was bored and decided to go to the circle gates."

"Why?" I asked.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO FUCK SOMETHING," he exploded.

I stood silent, taking a step away.

"I was thinking with my dick and let's just say I wasn't ready for what I had walked into. Next thing you know, I'm tied to a table and being tortured," Livic said harshly.l, "A bunch of...horrible things happened, stuff I don't wanna repeat."

He paused.l, looking sullenly over his shoulder where his wings would normally be.

"After a while of it, everything just goes black," Livic said defeated.

A pause held the air.

"Are you going to be okay? It seems that creature had your back at least," I poked.

"Well, no, I'm not okay," he said turning away, "He...that was basically an underling of my dad."

"Asmodeus?"

"Yes, and he did something...bad," turned Livic, "He...punished me. He took away something..."

He had a hard time saying it until he exploded again.

"He made me FUCKING MORTAL," Livic said, before he crouched down and put his head in his hands, "And he stopped me from regenerating my FUCKING wings."

At this point, he began to sob.

"Apparently I have to learn some fucking lesson..." he said between muffled sobs.

I sat next to him and put my arm around him. He leaned in and let himself go. I couldn't particularly empathize with his predicament, but I had seen this kind of anguish before.

I don't know for how long we sat there, but eventually, Livic sat up after growing quiet. He sniffled quietly as I looked at him.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Leave," he said succinctly, "I don't wanna be here anymore."

I stood up, and put out a hand to help him up.

"Well, I can do that, but you gotta keep your promise first," I said.

He looked up at me, slightly confused, his eyes still red from tears beyond there usual red irises.

"We still have to get Civ. And we're already so close, aren't we?" I prodded.

He gave me a furrowed brow, but he reached up and grabbed my hand, lifting himself up.

"Yeah, the focal point's maybe a couple miles that way," he said, pointing down the bridge.

"Fine," he said, "But on one condition."

"Oh, and what's that?" I asked.

He looked down at this waist. I hadn't really noticed thanks to the situation, but he was still completely naked, his...member hanging about and in one piece despite the horrors he didn't want to speak of. At this rate, Livic's nudity was starting to effect me less and less, but it was still not particularly comfortable.

"Got something I can wear?" he said sheepishly, "I don't feel like letting it hang about since it got me into this mess."

I couldn't help but smirk.

"Of course."

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[marshmurmurs]

by anychance, do you have thoughts on lifesteal!captain sparklez? the implication drive me bonkers

i think about him a normal amount (warning)

there are two main types of rules servers can have. there are rules built into the server itself, enforced by some greater power—the widespread no flying without elytra, vh disabling multiple items and enchantments, any respawn and heart mechanics. then there are the community established rules—no flying out of combat, no enderchests in mianite

i think sparklez is not necessarily bound to any of the rules of the land. he is brought on as a god, holds far too much power for that. nobody is bound to the community established rules beyond an honor system level and the enforced rules would not apply to a god the same way it does others (if at all, who is to enforce the rules on the greater power? gods are not known to be weak. to be limited by the same things as mere mortals) but he is of balance and here to restore it, so he plays along

jordan intentionally limits himself. he follows the heart system and keeps himself from flying without an elytra even though he has wings (even as he plays at being a regular person, he is still a god. the world still responds accordingly when he falls for the first time. the sky turns red and reminds everyone of what he is)

he doesn't strictly follow the community established rules though that is mostly from a place of not being aware of them. he flies out of combat a bunch not knowing it's against the rules. when he realizes there might be a rule about it he asks and is repeatedly told by the people on his side that no it's fine for him to fly. though it still does come to a point that he starts to refuse to, even as his people tell him that he really should get himself out, he says he wants to keep in the spirit of things

he wants to keep things balanced

on that note, before the assassination and everything devolving into warfare i was so ready for my guy to go down the balance but fucked up and evil route. the way he was talking about being the authority, about stomping down any violence and disagreement? balance overcorrecting to the side of order, suffocating balance in the face of the chaos that is the kill people server

the lets death ban that guy team briefly brought up the idea of trying to corrupt the captain and i can't stop thinking bout that either. i think zam meant it in a lets get this guy to be pro murder way but i don't think he was ever against murder, just the absence of balance it was causing. murder in the name of restoring balance? violence as retribution? perfectly fine and normal. surely no slippery slope to corruption to be found here

[suprgamr66]

Writer’s comment: this is a part 2 of the “timelines collide storyline” if you haven’t seen part one the link is here, https://www.tumblr.com/suprgamr66/735083899719401472/writers-comment-this-all-originated-from-a-weird

The infinitewatch chronicles:Timelines collide part II

As infinite walked through with eren, zeke, mikasa, Levi, armin, Reiner, porco, piek, Laura, Falco, and colt infinite says, “oh by the way, the curse of Ymir has no effect here. Or anywhere now that you’ve set foot here. You can keep your titan powers and live longer than 13 years.” Eren and the others look stunned except for Levi who is stunned by another fact. When he’d entered infinitewatch home base he was somehow completely healed from his injuries. Eren asks, “how is this possible?” Infinite responds, “You’re in one of three rooms that remove all negative effects, and injuries. So long as you once lived without those problems. Considering you’ve only had the curse of Ymir since you got your titan powers and not your whole lives the room’s properties were able to heal it. You won’t have to worry about it again.” Eren looks at mikasa, relieved knowing he can finally live a long life with her. Infinite says, “oh by the way, eren.” Eren responds, “what?” “You can now access the founding titan without touching a titan of royal blood. Eren looks shocked and asks, “How?” Infinite replies, “I’ll teach you how to in time. For now I need to evaluate your skills so that we can prepare for the fight to come. It was too late to save your timeline, but there’s a chance we can save the one colliding with it.” Levi says, “how do we do this.” Infinite says, “We’ll start by evaluating your skill set. Titan, you take care of the Titan shifters, this will include colt and Falco.” Colt and Falco look confused as infinite says, “should’ve probably explained you’ll be given armors that can mimick Titan abilities.” Falco says, “I was going to inherit the armored Titan. But is it ok if I get a hybrid?” Infinite responds, “sure, but no matter what there’s gonna be some form of armor. If you want, I can show you the Titan you’d have gotten had I not pulled you out of the dying timeline.” Falco says yes as titan pulls eren yager aside and asks him something that infinite can’t hear. Infinite shows falco the titan he’d have gotten and Falco tells infinite, “I want that titan.” Infinite says, “then it shall happen. And colt?” Colt replies, “I want the colossal.” “Fine.” Infinite replies, “but it will take a large amount of training for you to wield it.” Colt says, “whatever it takes.” Infinite says, “your training will begin soon. Unfortunately your test run will be sooner than I’d have liked. For now, you will be evaluated by Titan when your turn comes.” Infinite walks through one door with everyone except Reiner. Titan and reiner walk through another door into a giant room. Infinite appears through a hologram and explains, “Reiner Braun. This is your evaluation, defeat Titan in battle or hold your own and you will be deemed worthy of our ranks.” The room shifts into a giant colosseum over 100 meters tall. They here infinite’s voice say, “begin!” Reiner makes to first move and bites his hand as Titan grows to 15 meters. Yellow lighting begins sparking everywhere and he turns into a 15 foot armored titan and charges at Titan. Titan makes a swift move with the wings on his back flying up. The armored titan has too much momentum to stop and runs into the wall. Titan flies down pointing the King Kong teeth on his hands at the armored titan. But as he is about to make contact the titan goes up in a cloud of steam. Titan growls out of frustration, and shrinks back down to his normal size. The Godzilla dorsal plate on each of his wrists glows blue and radioactive blue fire shoots out from his armor as he spins making it into a ring that begins expanding. More yellow lightning appears as the armored titan reforms across the arena and begins walking towards Titan. Titan regrows back to 15 meters and begins to charge back at the armored titan. The armored titan tries to punch Titan but Titan shrinks back to normal size to dodge the punch and runs in between his legs. The armored titan tries to stomp Titan into the ground but Titan grows back to 15 meters while grabbing the armored titan’s foot with both hands.

He throws the armored titan across the colosseum, into the wall and leaving it severely cracked. The armored titan charges forward but this time, before Titan and fly up, tackles him to the ground, punching him repeatedly. Titan releases gold lighting from his armor’s power core. “Thank god I got the king ghidora beam.” He releases a larger beam and pushes him back, burning away the armored titan’s armor where the beam hit and began charring the armor around the area. The armored Titan screamed in anger and agony. Before leaving his titan body. He began to run and bit his hand again but this time the armor on the titan seemed weaker. He punched Titan in the stomach before uppercutting him. Titan says, “I’ve had enough.” He retracts the King Kong teeth on his hands and punches him across the arena. He flaps his wings once and it propels him across the colosseum and he pins him to the wall. The dorsal plates glow again and he burns the armored titan’s head to ashes. He reaches into the neck and pulls Reiner out of the titan and crushes him with one hand. Suddenly, the room transforms back to normal and Reiner is reformed next to his titan body, which was beginning to steam a large amount. Infinite’s hologram was projected again and said, “Reiner Braun! You have been welcomed into the titan division of infinitewatch. You will be assigned to an armored titan reserves until your first mission. You will continue to train at least once a week against enemies of your choosing from a list of enemies you could potentially face or invite others from your division to train with you.” Suddenly, a door opens in one of the walls where he joins the others. “Armin arlert will be the next one to enter the process.” Armin timidly walks forward and begins to ask something but the door shuts before he can say anything. The room once again turns into the colosseum and Titan charges at Armin, this time drawing a battle ax with one arm, which seemed to have Godzilla dorsal plates for blades and a bone for a handle, and a staff with a pointed end on one side and three blades on the other end. He throws the staff with the pointed end piercing Armin’s torso. He panicked and a large blast of yellow lighting began to spew from the wall where Armin was pinned and where Armin had once been a giant mushroom cloud stood and when it cleared the colossal titan stood at 60 meters tall, with the entire colosseum being turned to rubble from the explosion produced by the transformation. “Finally,” Titan muttered as he rose up got out of the rubble. He suddenly grew to 15 meters tall and in a second flew up to the colossal titan’s eye level. He reached out his hand and the ax flew to his hand where it grew to the right size for Titan’s use while flying through the air. He brings it over his head but before he can swing he’s blasted with a large blast of steam and is sent to the ground, leaving a large crater. Titan stands up and grows to 60 meters. He unsheathes his King Kong teeth from his hands and stabs the colossal titan in the chest on each side with the teeth, taking the titan body to the ground and he begins burning the head but before he can burn it completely, the colossal titan punches Titan in the side and he gets knocked to the side. The colossal titan begins to crush Titan’s helmet with his head inside. Titan screams in agony and the armor begins to glow red and releases a powerful blast knocking the colossal titan onto its back. Titan stood up and picked the colossal Titan up by the neck and released another blast. The upper body looked charred and the entire lower half was completely disintegrated. Titan growled as the colossal Titan began to release steam. He slammed the colossal titan into the ground with the nape facing up. He rose his foot up and stomped down on the nape. The room reverted back to its normal shape and Titan shrunk back down to human size. As Armin reappeared next to the steaming colossal titan body, the same door Reiner went into opened and infinite gave the same speech to armin as he did Reiner and said,

“Porco Galliard! You will be the next to be evaluated.” Porco walked out and before the room could even change he bit his hand and transformed but this time the arena changed to a forest. Titan’s yellow V on his mask changed to red as he said, “fuck you infinite” and grew to 15 meters tall, drew his axe, and threw it causing it to circle around and cutting down all the trees and nearly killing the jaw titan. Titan throws his staff in an attempt to kill the constantly mobile jaw Titan but fails. He recalls the ax to his hand and sheathes it on his back and does the same with his staff. The jaw titan jumps at him but he hits it midair with his staff sending it to the ground at his feet. He kicks it but this time the jaw Titan sticks its claws into the ground stopping it from flying farther. It charges towards Titan and dodges when Titan tries to spear him. He dodged again when Titan threw his ax and before Titan could recall the ax the jaw titan jumped up and clawed Titan’s mask. Leaving a scratch mark. Enraged, Titan screams and fires the gold lighting from his core as well as use the radioactive fire from his wrists, charring porco’s titan body as he exits and steam envelopes the titan body. Titan tries to sprint forward and stomp on Porco but he transforms first and grabs onto Titan’s leg, climbing his way up the body. He bites off Titan’s arm but instead of blood, blue smoke begins pouring from the hole before the suit closes off the hole. Titan growls and grabs the jaw titan with his remaining arm and throws him across the once tree filled forest but now only left with stumps. Titan picks the arm back up and opens the hole as he reattaches the arm. The jaw Titan screams but with a single flap of Titan’s wings he grabs Porco and with another flap they are suddenly flown 100 feet into the air. Titan drops the jaw titan and when it hits the ground, Titan flaps his wings a single time to propel himself straight down. He points his King Kong teeth straight for the chest and lands on both sides. He lifts him into the air and disintegrates the entire titan body with Porco inside. The room goes back to normal and Porco returns on the ground as Titan shrinks back to human size. He walks over to the door and before infinite can give his speech he says, “What the hell man, we agreed the colosseum was best because it provided neutral advantage for both sides. Why did you switch it to the forest!” Infinite responds, “You already have to advantage with your armor and without something to make mobility possible Porco’s titan would be harder to use. I wanted him to have an equal chance at winning. Besides. You handled it well on your own.” Titan growls and walks back out. Infinite gives the same speech and chooses Laura Tyber for the next fight. The room turns back into the colosseum which appears to turn the V on Titan’s mask back to yellow. Laura turns into the war hammer titan and Titan once again grows to 15 meters. This time Titan makes the first move and uses his wings to propel him straight at the war hammer titan. Before he can reach it, it creates a giant hammer and sends Titan flying into a wall. Titan gets on one knee and uses his staff to get back up. The war hammer titan creates spikes that shoot up through the ground and pin him to the wall. He suddenly begins screaming as he begins to glow red again releases a large burst of energy breaking the spikes pinning him to the wall and sending the war hammer titan onto the other side he shot the gold lightning at her which brought her flat on her back. But a giant spike shot Titan into the air but failed to pierce his armor. He came crashing down leaving a giant crater in the ground. The war hammer titan creates a giant hammer and prepares to swing it down onto titan’s chest but before it makes contact he releases a giant bolt of gold lightning that destroys the hammer and shatters it. He flies out of the crater and dives straight for the war hammer titan. They end up in a crater formed by the collision and Titan begins crushing the armoring near the head.

An explosion of blood and titan hardening flies from the crater as the head is crushed. He reaches his hand into the titan’s neck, pulls Laura Tyber out, and crushes her in one hand. When he opens his hand blood pours onto the ground and what’s left of Laura’s crushed body falls into the pooled blood. The room goes back to normal and Laura comes back next to the titan body. Infinite welcomes Laura and when it’s time for eren’s test he tells Titan, “I’ll handle this one. You take a rest for a little bit.” Titan walks through the door and sits down against the wall, his head hanging from exhaustion and the light on his mask going dark. Eren asks infinite, “why do I fight you instead of Titan? What about Zeke?” Infinite responds, “Titan is too tired. He can’t fight anybody else for a little bit. Besides, he’s not prepared to fight a god class being like you.” “God class?” Eren asks. Infinite responds, “titan is a size category. We also have categories based on power levels. You’ll still be in the titan division but you’ll be a high rank.” Eren asks, “but how will you fight me at your size?” “You think you can beat me?” Infinite asks, “then let’s make this interesting. Kill me in battle and you will lead infinite watch.” Eren asks, “What happens if you kill me?” “Then you’ll be revived and you will join the titan division as you would’ve otherwise.” Infinite responds. Suddenly, the room turns into shiganshina and Eren looks around realizing where he was. “What fucked up joke is this.” Eren said. Infinite says, “If this fucks with you then you aren’t prepared to do the rumbling if we need you to.” Eren growls and bites his hand and turns into a 200 meter tall version of his attack titan. He seemed to be surprised. There was a flash of yellow lighting on one of the walls as the beast titan appeared. “Motherfucker!” Infinite exclaimed. “You have the founding titan and still need a second person to fight me?” The beast titan throws several rocks at infinite. He simply holds out his hand, curves his fingers, and purple lighting flies from his finger tips. It destroys all the rocks before they can reach him. Infinite leaps at Eren because the beast Titan is too far away at the moment and Eren punches infinite and he flies through the air. He hits the ground and a giant crater is left in the ground. He materializes a sheathed sword on his back and pulls it from the sheathe revealing the six infinity stones on his blade. He looks up at the wall and sees the beast titan. Infinite looks up and sees the beast titan above him. He punches the wall as he was right next to it and the beast titan falls over the other side and it plummets to the other side the founding titan screams out of instinct, and suddenly the walls fall and hundreds of millions of wall titans are released from their confines. Infinite’s light on his visor turns into a mixture of yellow and red. He leaps up and the power stone begins to glow at the same time as the blade. He quickly swings the sword at the napes of titans in front of him but doesn’t hit them with the blade, instead hitting them with an energy wave, taking out all the wall titans in front of him. Then the beast titan screams and several pure titans appear from the ground. Before the beast titan can command his pure titans, the yellow ring on infinite’s power core begins to glow and the titans suddenly start running at the beast titan. The pure titans attack and tear apart the beast titan’s body. It screams out of agony. Infinite turns his attention toward infinite and the wall titans which had begun marching towards infinite. He sprung up and leaped on one of the wall titan’s shoulders one of the wall titans tries to punch infinite but he jumps away and the wall titan punches the wall titan infinite had been standing on instead, knocking it down which led to a chain reaction, knocking over the rest of the wall titans around it. One last wall titan remained and infinite reached out his hand and yellow lighting flung from his fingertips as the yellow ring began to glow brighter.

It hits the last wall Titan but the wall titan doesn’t fall, instead walks to infinite and reaches out his hand, offering to carry him to eren. Eren screams out of rage and the titan begins to falter, unsure of what to do, but infinite releases his control of the pure titans the beast titan had created, causing them to charge at infinite, however they suddenly stop and scatter as Eren’s titan glares at them. Infinite strains harder and overrides Eren’s control of the wall titan. Eren, furious at this new development, creates a giant spike of titan hardening which pierces it in the nape of the neck, killing it. Infinite plunges his sword into the titan’s body as it falls to the ground before it can start steaming and disappear. When infinite reaches the ground he uses his sword to tear a whole in space and walks through it. Suddenly, a similar whole appears on Eren’s shoulder. He raises his hands in front of them and curls his fingers towards each other and shoots the purple lighting at his fingers. Before Eren can realize what’s happening, infinite thrusts his hands onto Eren’s shoulder, causing the lightning to flow across the titan body. Eren screams in pain and suddenly, all the wall titans somehow are revived and immediately charge at infinite, “shit.” Infinite says he does what he did to take down eren but instead of hitting a titan he throws his hands into the air and releases all the purple lightning into the air. It hits and kills every wall titan that had been revived. Eren comes out of his titan body and infinite materializes a purple dagger which appears to be made from a power stone. He throws it at Eren and it hits him in the chest. He begins screaming in agony as the area around the wound turns black and begins to have small cracks of glowing purple. It quickly expands from the wound throughout the body and upon consuming the entire body causes and explosion. Infinite sits down and rests against eren’s dead titan body. Eren and zeke come back to life in front of infinite. Infinite says, “you’re both accepted into infinite watch, you guys remember the speech right? Now leave me be.” Eren says, “with all do respect sir-” infinite cuts him off and says, “Call me infinite. It’s not my name. It’s a title.” Eren restarts saying, “Infinite, with all do respect, I would like to know how to control my abilities and how you can do what you just did.” Infinite says, “Fine. Zeke, you join the others, titan will give you your orientation. You all are under his command now. That will include you too Eren, once we’re done here of course.” Zeke leaves and Titan leads Zeke and the others to the rest of infinitewatch home base. Eren asks, “how did you just create those items from thin air?” Infinite responds, “I didn’t. It may have appeared that way but they were all stored in my suit except for the lightning. That’s easy for me to produce and doesn’t require much stamina normally. Manipulating it for certain attacks is trickier and a little more draining. As for the items you say I created out of thin air, I just used my suit to move them from the outside to the inside. If I had to recreate and entire sword with each infinity stone and a dagger made from a power stone in battle every time I’d be too drained to do anything. Truth is as far as my time goes I’ve been in this position for a short while. Well, short for me anyways.” Eren looks at infinite surprised and interested before asking, “And how do I access the founding titan’s power?” Infinite says, “Well right now you can’t. The reason you could in the combat simulation is because it altered your titan to have the abilities that you will once you’re injected with a melted down reality stone.” Eren taken aback asks, “how will that change anything?” Infinite responds, “Well we won’t give you enough reality stone to control reality but we’ll give you enough to unlock your founding titan abilities. From there all you need to do is focus on what you want to do. During the simulation you let anger and survival instinct get in the way.

This led to you screaming and when you did your abilities focused on your instinct and anger instead of your logical will.” Eren responded with, “I see, I only have one more question, why were us titan shifters tested but Falco, Colt, Mikasa, and Levi were unevaluated.” Infinite responds, “The next mission will be evaluation enough.” Suddenly, a siren begins screaming and infinite says, “why can I never get a fucking break.” He sprints back to the room where he brought the new recruits in calling to Eren saying, “COME ON, I’LL CALL YOUR FRIENDS TO THE ROOM JUST COME WITH ME WE NEED TO HURRY!!!!” Suddenly, the yellow ring in his core starts glowing and they see Titan as well as the others right behind him running to the room. Infinite says, “Rift! What is it!?” Rift, looking at the monitor says, “We have a perfect merger. Shiganshina has been merged with bones burrow, killing anyone who was left in shiganshina. The wall titans have been freed as well. Titan says, “we need to hurry and save who we can. Do I need to retrieve the other titans in our reserve?” Infinite responds, “No, monsterverse titans are going to be too messy and civil war could break out between the autobots and decepticons too easily right now. Our new recruits will be all we need for now. Eren, your injection needs to happen now if we want any chance at stopping this, I don’t have enough energy to go into another battle I’ll watch from the monitors and guide you, follow titans commands.” infinite opens his hand and a syringe with a red liquid appears in a flash of purple lightning in the palm of infinite’s hand, “You, will be given the abilities of the founding titan.” Infinite’s voice sounds noticeably more tired. Infinite reaches his arm out showing his fore arm. Infinite inserts the syringe and injects the liquid. Eren winces and has a subtle red glow for a minute. Rift presses some buttons on a console and a crack in reality appears leading to the bones burrow fused shiganshina where the rumbling of the wall titans can be felt even through the crack in reality. Amazingly, they hadn’t trampled bones burrow yet but infinite knew it would only be a matter of time. Titan yells out, “Time for your guys’s first mission. Colt says, “but wait! Me and Falco don’t have our armors yet.” Infinite growls with effort as he shoots colt and Falco with the lightning but instead of killing them it forms a power core and an armor the would supposedly allow them to transform. He says, “good luck. Kill as many wall titans as you can but remember, it will be Eren’s job to get the situation under control with his founding titan abilities.” Eren nods and they all walk through the crack. As it closes infinite collapses to the ground from exhaustion. Rift runs to infinite and says, “Are you alright?” Infinite responds, “I’m fine.” Infinite grunts as he creates a rickety wooden chair with the little energy he has left and sits down while watching the monitor. He says, “time for the mission to begin.”

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Another story, this time for someone I met on Twitch. No vore today, they wanted an anthro bombchu being burpy and too fat for clothes at a buffet.

2.8k words, estimated reading time 14 minutes.

I'm weaving inbetween the other buffet staff as I come back from my lunch break when my phone buzzes from a text message. It's a message from my boss, "Get the private room ready, we have a party that just bought it out for the full 4 hours. Full dessert catering, you're head waiter on call for it, get them whatever they need."

Looks like someone is having a celebration. The private room only gets broken out for big events and occasions. It's also something of a surprise to see it not rented out weeks in advance, typically we have plenty of time to prepare. The buffet table will need to be set up along with all the chairs, there is even mood lighting and a sound system available at the customers request. It's a lot of work, and I waste no time heading over there to start unpacking it all.

Normally I'd have other staff helping me, but with how long this party has the room rented for, I suspect most of the other waiters are helping the chefs prep the massive amount of food that will be required to cater this event. For someone unfamiliar with the restaurant business, it's hard to really comprehend the massive amount of food that gets made for this kind of stuff. There is always waste at the end, but that table needs to be kept fully stocked for the entire duration we are contracted for, and a large group can clear out that table faster than you might expect.

Fortunately I've done this plenty of times before, and I'm able to get the room ready in no time at all. Two dozen soft padded chairs run up and down a massive mahogany table, ready to be decked out with desserts. The stage is set, and the actors start to pour in. Other staff cart in all kinds of decadent sweets, plates of warm brownies, trays of moist cupcakes, and even a self service milkshake machine to let the guests refill their drinks on the fly.

It looks like we made it just in time too, my phone buzzes from another text message telling me to meet the first arrival out front. Apparently this party has wasted no time getting here, checking my watch, it's been only an hour since we started setting up! Its a quick walk through the dining area where other servers cart around plates piled high with everything from mozzarella sticks to chicken wings. Cheap filling food makes up the bulk of our menu, and more than a few customers have decided to take full advantage of that fact. Plenty of patrons are lazing about in booths, either taking time to digest their massive meals, or having their plates refilled to further indulge in gluttony. I have a job to do however, and I make it through the front doors just in time to see the guest of honor stepping out of his cab.

The anthro bombchu is among the strangest species I've ever seen, never mind had as a patron. While still apparent from his large incisors, most of his rodentine heritage is obscured by more exotic features. Rather than the rounded ears of a rat, his are more akin to those of a fox, and are kept slicked back by a mask in a navy blue color so dark it's nearly black. His dull yellow fur is a color that I am likewise unaccustomed to seeing, and only serves to let him stand out from the crowd even more.

Indeed his species is so exotic that it takes me a few moments to notice the other obvious physical trait he has on display, his considerable obesity. Wide thighs and a low hanging gut constrained tightly by a button down shirt tell a story of extensive feasting. It's quite common to see someone with a good bit of heft eating here. Once your appetite grows past a certain point, all you can eat buffets become the most economic option. I'm all too familiar with the regulars here, proper gluttons who can't eat anywhere else without breaking the bank under their ravenous hunger. I know a few of them are even larger than this guy, so it's nothing I haven't seen before. Big furs need big meals, and I could hardly begrudge our most loyal customers for their needs. We have reinforced benches available for our larger clients and offer other services to help those who have overindulged on food for a reason. Few things build customer loyalty like a bellyrub to settle your stomach and a shoulder to lean on when you waddle your barely mobile behind back to your car.

Plenty of other buffets are all too happy to kick out someone who hits their 3 plate limit, but we've acquired a reputation for catering to the needs of big eaters, and it's a badge we wear with pride. Here you can glut yourself until you are too full to stand, ask for your tenth plate that evening, and get it brought over to your table. You just can't get that kind of service anywhere else, and as I walk him through the main dining area, he gets plenty of examples of the extent of the services we offer. The smell of the other customers meals sets the rotund rodent's stomach rumbling and his hunger motivates him to keep a quick pace to the rear of the establishment where I open the door and reveal the dining table decked out in decadent sweets and with a massive cake laid out as the centerpiece.

He dashes past me in a wobbling sprint as I shoot out a quick text to my boss, "Guest of honor is in the private room, do we know when the rest of his party is arriving?" and almost immediately get a response "It's only him." I glance up to see the bombchu already shoveling cookies onto a plate with reckless abandon before I text back "What?" and look back to watch in awe as the bombchu tips the plate back and lets the stack of sweets on top of it slide into his gut. The sight is so mesmerizing that I almost miss my phone buzzing, "Guy's got a lot of confidence, we've already gotten paid, I don't expect problems." Whoever this guy is, he's got to be loaded, and suffering from the kind of hunger that normal meals just won't touch. I'm in no position to judge others for their vices, so with no further objections I get to work stacking up platters for him to demolish.

The blubbery bombchu is so eager to eat as fast as he possibly can that it's inevitable he would swallow some air during his binging. An uncomfortable sounding gurgle emanates from his guts before being followed by a loud BUURRUP. He only takes a brief moment to sigh in relief and pat his gut before returning to his gorging. Working at a buffet, I'm used to people occasionally overindulging, but this guy is something else. It's like he isn't even aware of how far beyond reason his gluttony has taken him.

The cake is up next on the chopping block. It towers over the both of us, dense, moist, and coated in a thick layer of rich frosting, it stands as a testament to the skill of our catering crew. It is also cake however, and that means it is spongy and full of air, an issue that is only compounded by the fact that it's final destination is inside the belly of a bombchu who is eating like his life depends on it. I cut thick wedges of cake and plop them onto his plate where he decides to forego utensils entirely, settling for picking them up in his chunky paws and cramming them into his muzzle as fast as possible. By the time I start cutting up the next tier of cake, he is already licking his paws clean of frosting with smacking noises occasionally interrupted by a short URP.

Chew, swallow, burp. Once the bombchu gets into the rhythm of eating, he doesn't stop, letting pressure build up before releasing it in sugary belches. His digestion ramps up in response to the gluttony, and calories are quickly processed into pudge by the thousand. Yellow diamonds of fur start to peek out between the buttons on his shirt, growing wider with each gulp before shrinking slightly when he burps. Every time the cycle repeats however, a fraction more fur is exposed, and the already strained stitching gets pulled more and more taunt.

Eventually, something has to give, and it's certainly not going to be his gluttony. To my surprise, the fabric next to the buttons rips open in a frayed line, the thicker thread holding the buttons on proving more resilient in the end. Fluffy yellow flab oozes out from the tear, but the bombchu doesn't even seem to notice, he is evidently far more occupied with cramming more sweets into his maw than maintaining his modesty. He just grunts in relief at the release of pressure before letting out an airy EHUURRRP and continues stuffing himself.

Slices of cake continue to get snapped up by the ravenous blubberball, having decided to just cram chunks into his maw and swallow them whole rather than worry about chewing. Every few swallows of compressed cake are met with another BHLUURRP and the sounds of his shirt continuing to shred itself in a desperate attempt to cling to his rapidly widening frame. Soft belly flab slowly frees itself of its prison with each gulp, forming soft rolls and revealing a deep navel.

I'm bringing over the next plate when a deep BRUUUULLP rumbles out of the bombchu's bloated belly, showering me in hot air and the cloyingly sweet smell of partially digested desserts. He gives his distended midsection a couple good slaps before returning to his feasting as if nothing had happened, clearly more concerned with getting his money's worth out of the experience than he is maintaining any semblance of decorum. In a way, I'm actually somewhat envious of him. The most complicated thing he is going to be thinking about for the next few hours is whether he grabs his next bite with his left paw or his right.

Layer by layer the cake gets stuffed inside the slovenly rodent's garbage compactor of a gut. Every bite strains his clothes more and more and swallows are frequently accompanied by the sounds of a few more threads giving up the fight against thick squishy bombchu blubber. The tiers on the cake vanish slower as they get wider and his stomach gets fuller, but eventually our gluttonous guest of the hour manages to completely destroy the dessert, the last evidence it ever existed being wiped away completely when he licks the crumbs and frosting from his chops. A loud HUOOORP offers up a final eulogy for the massive dessert before the bombchu decides to move on to greener pastures.

Having had enough feasting on the solid food, I can see him eyeing the shake machine set up on the far side of the table, no doubt looking to quench his thirst after eating all that cake. He tries and fails to heave himself out of his seat, having stuffed himself into near immobility. Recognizing my skills are required, I put a hand on his meaty shoulder before asking "Need some help?" and getting a nod in response.

I'm well accustomed to customers eating more than they can stomach and needing some TLC to get back on their feet. The gold membership offers belly rubs among other perks for a reason, and as he has decided to rent the private room, the bombchu is entitled to all those benefits until his 4 hours expire. It takes a couple minutes to haul him up off of the bench, but once he's up it's just a matter of helping him make a jiggling waddle over to the other end of the table where the soft serve machine is. He pants and groans all the while, no doubt painfully full with sweets, but he's still quite motivated, and it doesn't take long for him to flop into his new bench once he gets there, where his shirt finally gives up completely, leaving his pudgy belly and chest exposed.

An ominous gurgle from his still sloshing stomach gives him pause before he beckons me over to start rubbing his gut, no doubt keen to take advantage of every service this establishment offers. My paws meet his doughy flesh and I'm shocked at how much give I feel when I sink into his belly, it's more like a balloon than the food packed gut it should be. An astonishing amount of air is still inside it, trapped underneath all that food. No wonder he can keep eating, he's hitting his limits with gas long before his guts fill up with food, the moment he lets out some air, he's ready to start eating again. I start kneading the fluffy yellow doughball on instinct and am rewarded with a long string of URP AHURP OHRP BHURP. Once the belches start it takes a good few minutes for them to stop, and smaller ones sometimes even get overridden by larger burps as more gas escapes his inflated guts.

Once his stomach is settled, the rotund rodent starts to drink directly from the shake machines hose, letting cool thick dairy get pumped into his swelling gut. My paws push into his plush underbelly and move air bubbles around inside, waiting for him to pause his chugging before I press in just the right spot to squeeze a gassy BHUUURP out of his maw. He swallows almost as much air as he does milkshake, and I have to work hard to keep his gassy guts content.

I do my best to keep kneading the swollen yellow orb of bombchu gut, but the thick shake is much harder to push around than the air his belly was full of a few moments ago. It moves sluggishly under my paws, and pressing outward against them as every gulp packs in more of the dense creamy liquid. His body bulges around what few clothes remain on his massive frame, and the creaking noises coming from them leave no doubt that the overstressed textiles are at their limit.

The bonded leather belt keeping his pants on looks like it can take no more. It was already on its last hole when the gluttony spree began, and no doubt fatigued from plenty of previous feasts. The glutton stops his chugging to reach under his shake filled stomach with both hands and grunts as he hefts it up before letting it all drop at once. It lands with a meaty slap and a deafening BRUUUHLP The belt bursts off and his gut surges forward, popping off the button on the front of his pants and destroying the zipper. Belly oozes outward to fill the newly opened space, pulling the fly of his pants even further apart. Even if he was not too fat to fit them, those pants will never close again. The denim looks like it could tear apart at any minute, creases have formed where the tension from being filled with hundreds of pounds of fat threatens to rip apart the seams.

It is a testament to his discipline that he goes right back to chugging from the shake machine. Even behind his mask, I can see the bombchu's expression grow more strained with each gulp, and his burps grow smaller and more strained. Between my massaging, and his sheer will to keep eating, we manage to pump the last few ounces of shake into his belly, and the machine clicks off, finally emptied of its contents, leaving the glutton to clutch his belly in pain, having conquered the buffet in its entirety.

The final accessory to meet the fate of its peers is the watch wrapped around the bombchus meaty wrist. It snaps off with a metallic ping, leaving a red mark around where it had compressed a limb as big around as my thigh down to half its size. For his part, it's all he can manage just to groan in pained overfullness and let out one last quiet burp. Finally, the bombchu can take no more, and just in time, my phone buzzes to let me know his 4 hours are up. All at once the toll of waiting on this obscene act of gluttony hits me, and I collapse against a wall in exhaustion. Both of us will need some time to recover from this experience, but I'm confident he will be a loyal customer for many years to come.

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I hate Eden.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t posted anything from Eden (used to be called Storm) yet, it’s because I hate going to Eden. HATE IT.

Movement is very restricted compared to the other areas. Can’t fly here, can’t hop there, have to crawl if you get hit and thus get hit even more, you can try to hop up a step ten times and not make it, can’t change flight modes so you can float up to check out something, wind walls everywhere, etc. It’s annoying and tedious and takes too long even if I use shortcuts. The constant “SHING” of losing winged light when hit is obnoxious. Then it takes forever to recollect all the winged light. And you have to do it over and over again if you want certain items.

If a rumor I saw is true (someone said it was faked, but I’m not going through Eden again just to look), a lot of elder items people have been clamoring for will take a lot of ascended candles. I mean A LOT. Like, going to Eden every week and saving up for years a lot! It’s not worth it in my opinion. They even took away the wax the flying spirits give as you fly through space (unless it’s just a bug). I was tagging the spirits and got nothing from any of them.

Eden does have its charms though. Next time you go, grab your winged light at the end, then turn around and hop up the spiral staircase to the chat bench. Use a fast recharge spell and an antigravity spell. Fly up and soar among the souls of the children you saved from the statues. You can see them from the ground if you look up.

This hint about a special gift for beta players who had play-tested a certain amount was given shortly before the game went live. I remember posting it on the now closed beta forum on Facebook. If you’ve never seen it, it’s because you likely skip the credits every time, like any normal person. 😅 It’s at the very end of the credits. Beta cape looks just like the founder’s cape, except the inside is white instead of black. Few notice if it’s worn since it looks so much like the teal cape. They even changed the teal cape a bit, made it less blue and a little more greenish, but in many places you still can’t tell the difference based on lighting. Honestly, the teal cape is nicer anyway, since it appears different shades of teal in different areas. The founder’s cape and beta cape look “icy”.

[crescenttwins]

not flight, The Stanley Parable, G, 66 lines

Title: not flight Fandom: The Stanley Parable Rating: G Characters/Pairings: Player Character, Crow/Developer Warnings: N/A A/N: Reasons why limiting the number of player jumps is a great feature from the POV of the developer. Written for the Welcome Back, Stanley zine, which you can download for free here!

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You say you think you know this game— A Stanley story (or something) with acclaim. ‘But that was years ago,’ you say, ‘Nothing new for me to play.’

‘Ah ha,’ crows a cheerful bird, Preventing you from one more word, ‘An Ultra Deluxe sits right here– ‘A brand new game, without peer!’

‘It looks the same,’ you calmly say, ‘Same voice, same route to go astray.’

From your words the bird is wincing, Thinking hard to be convincing. ‘New features come,’ it loudly cries, ‘Exciting ones—these are no lies! ‘Where players who desire height ‘Can launch themselves as if in flight!’

‘I want to try,’ you plead in wonder, ‘To fly and crash like light and thunder. ‘I’ll fly in every way, you see— ‘Flight will not be lost on me!’

‘Oh no,’ the bird says with a clack, ‘Stop! Please listen! Don’t attack! ‘This update does now change the world ‘Allowing body to be hurled— But just a little! Just a smidge ‘No higher than a normal fridge ‘A small amount, a tiny lift: ‘A movement quick, a movement swift.’

‘Sounds like a jump,’ you tell the bird, ‘A normal thing, not skill absurd.’

Answered the crow, ‘A jump, you’re right! ‘Something different than true flight. ‘But think of leaping where you like… ‘Over tables, fences and even spike! ‘A player may find themselves in a glitch ‘Some lost corner dark as pitch! ‘Better define a place to move in… ‘Avoid all those areas unproven… ‘Ah! A circle works just fine: ‘A boundary made to keep in line.’

You say, ‘A jump circle limits scope.’ As you try in vain to not lose hope for a jump that’s free and amazes— A feature bound for future praises.

It goes unheard by bird now worrying, Little wings moving and flurrying, As it ponders, thinks aloud Of spectacle and the crowd A single spot might draw With a player jumping in hurrah.

From its beak the crow does claim: ‘They would not finish the game! ‘They would jump and jump ‘til they forgot ‘Of puzzles, lore and important plot! ‘What to do,’ the bird mutters, Anxious words followed by flutters.

‘Just limit number,’ you say in jest, Since as solution it’s not the best. ‘A small circle and count for jumping— ‘Surely these will stop players clumping.’

‘A good answer,’ the crow declares, Pleased at your meddling in their affairs, ‘Now how many jumps will this countdown come to?’ ‘Thirty-eight, no thirty-seven… thirty-six will do! ‘Now then, player, now that you see, ‘Get Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe—available on console and PC!’

[fanofstuff01]

((So do I! SO DO I!! Also also what if another reason for why they didn’t love him as much is because he still looks like a normal human except for his golden eyes, but he still doesn’t have any kind of powers or much of an angelic appearence (he only has really small cute golden wings they can’t even make him fly) like the royal family is supposed to have, he’s seen as a disappointment of their blood))

Upstairs, away from the Prince’s inevitable sadness and pain from being denied by his own family,

Lucifer was bored. As always.

Long ass royal meetings always made him groan whenever they came up. Don’t get him wrong, seeing a crowd be afraid of him, especially the crowd they had just taken down was fun, but he was never interested in sitting at a table and intimidating people just by talking or lifting up your fork for hours was never on his list of favorite things to do unlike his daughter.

But eh, his royal advisor always managed to bring him success, why not listen to his harmless advice one more time?

..

Fuck it. It was slowly nearing the amount of boredom for him to kill someone out of it at the moment.

He might as well do something more interesting.

Lucifer: Charlie.

Charlie was visibly annoyed by the fact that his father took her out of her opportunity to seduce another person, it being the guard near them in this case.

She didn’t even look like she was intimidated by them and answered her questions in such cold ease which both made her the perfect target in her eyes and provoked her to have control over her too.

Her crass behavior didn’t affect the King much, he was used to his daughter’s attitude being more on the rude side by now and he knew she wasn’t actually going to disrespect him and was actually lore annoyed at the fact that the gal wasn’t afraid.

Charlie: Yes?

Lucifer: Would you be interested in getting to see our newest prisoner maybe? Could be entertaining.

Charlie: Sure..

Lucifer: Good.

He turned to tell Sera about it, he could tell she had already hear them talking but oh well, what’s better than tainting the dumb angels?

But before he could, his daughter tapped his shoulder instead this time.

Charlie: Hey dad?

Lucifer turned back to her: Hm?

Charlie: I want another one. For myself.

Lucifer: … Which one?

She pointed at the girl, she didn’t seem to hear them.

Lucifer: Sure. Now if you’d allow me.

((I think you can guess who the ‘woman’ is, also sorry if I got to Chaggie a bit too much lmao but just liked the idea and wanted to leave the more exciting parts for Adamsapple to you hehe))

First, love the dark Lucifer Vampire story! And I love how treats Adam like a pet. So, here's what I have you:

Prince! Adam x Warlord! Lucifer (yes he would be dark and treat Adam like a glorified pet. Adam would grow to like it but at first, he's embarrassed as hell. He's given to Lucifer as his prisoner to stop him from attacking the kingdom of Heaven. Adam tries to fight it but he's forced into it by his mother, Sera, against his will. Lilith will be dead in this, died during childbirth, and Charlotte is just as ruthless as her father. Lucifer sees Adam as his pet for the most part but later on, decides he'd make a good bride. He's submissive and does what he's told. Perfect. Adam slowly falls in love with him and Lucifer will follow slowly after. Adam's personality would basically be shy but easily moved to tears due to his low self-esteem. Sera treats him like a waste of space and much prefers her daughter, Emily.)

XxX

Prince Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing from his own mother. He had been dragged from his room by guards, no yelling would get them to stop, and he was brought before his mother, Queen Sera of the kingdom of Heaven. She looked down at him with a glare like she normally would.

"Adam. The invaders have come to a decision." Adam had a bad feeling about this. Emily refused to look at him but she did look bored to be here. She was always bored, even when their mother was hurting Adam. But, this whole situation leaves Adam with a bad taste in his mouth and the guards forcing him to kneel didn't help either.

"Adam, you will go with them as...collateral to keep them away from our borders. They've requested a prisoner and me and Emily certainly couldn't leave Heaven to its own devices. That leaves you."

No. No! This couldn't be happening! Adam was to be a prisoner?! To some tyrant, they call The Devil?! He felt tears fall onto the floor as he begged, "Please! There has to be—"

Sera simply scoffed. "Cease you're crying. Honestly, a man shouldn't be crying this much but I guess you never met the criteria of a man, did you?" Adam flinched, hurt once more by her words. Emily let out a chuckle but she didn't say much of anything. She never did. She saw Adam like one would a fly. Annoying but completely forgotten when out of the room.

He was bound in chains and gagged before being put in the dungeons to wait until after the kingdom celebrated getting out of war. They would throw a feast for the tyrant and his daughter, they would take their prisoner and leave. The war over and Adam gone. Two birds with one stone.

Queen Sera prepared the most magnificent feast they could and just in time. The Warlord and his daughter were here. He walked in like owned the place, his regal cape flooding behind him. His daughter, taller than him by a head, walked beside him, her cold eyes gazing at everything in disgust. Their palace was much better.

"Ah, if isn't the Queen." The Warlord said, smirking at her. There was a reason they called him The Devil. The birth name given to him was Lucifer. His daughter, Charlotte Morningstar, looked just smug, her red eyes dancing with mirth at the fact everyone seemed afraid of them.

She was known to keep a plethora of women at her side that she used as her pleasure. She took care of them in her opinion and they all loved being her pets, but it was amusing to see all of them, especially the women, terrified that she would seduce them and use them like a pet.

They weren't worthy of that.

"Shall we eat?"

I love all of this so much!! @beef-brisket @fanofstuff01 @kittenfangirl20 I need of rp of this yesterday lmao

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Adam sat down in the cell, his eyes wet as he couldn't stop silently crying as he could hear the celebration going on upstairs. They were celebrating him being given to a ruthless Warlord as a pet, a slave in every sense of the word.

He was supposed to be a Prince, yet he was treated no better than the dead rat in the corner that was rotting away. Soon that would be him, The Devil will likely torture him for the rest of his days and use him any way possible.

Adam felt another tear fall from his eyes, he was a virgin so the thought of the only time he'd be having sex........ It broke his heart that he would never be loved by anyone.

His father loved him before he passed away from being sick. Adam wished he was still alive, surely he wouldn't let his mother do this.

His mother didn't love him, Adams not sure she ever did. His sister seemed indifferent towards him. He didn't know what he did to make them not want or love him.

No one loved him, no one ever would. Adam was never going to be happy ever again.

His eyes stayed locked down on his bound hands. Was this what awaited him down South in the car country of Hell? To be thrown in the dungeon, bound and gagged, only to be fed enough to live. To know only pain and suffering from this day on. Maybe the Warlord will take pity and make Adams death quick and painless.

And maybe Adam will grow wings and fly away.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hi! Hi! May I please request Eula/Keqing/Lumine

with an s/o who has wings?

Them with a reader that has wings

characters: Eula/Keqing/Lumine x gn!reader (seperate)

warnings: english isn't my first language, so there might be some mistakes

a/n: I guess there's not much for me to say. I think it turned out pretty well, I'm not unmotivated and had an idea what I wanted to write, so that's already much better than how I feel sometimes.

Anyway, sorry for my unneccessary rambling, hope you enjoy!

Eula

Your wings were very convenient for reconnaissance, since you could see much more from high above than from the ground. But Eula would be lying, if she said that work related stuff was the only reason she liked them. Whenever the two of you would cuddle after a long day of work, being embraced by both your arms and wings made her feel completely at ease. Not that she would ever admit it, she had a reputation to uphold after all. But that didn’t stop you from lightly teasing her about it.

“Wow, please tell me how it feels to fly? Does it feel like gliding or completely different?”, you were excitedly questioned by Amber as the outrider inspected your wings, complimenting them every step of the way and somehow making you feel both embarrassed and proud.

“It’s not that different from gliding, at least I think. The only difference is that I can fly higher whenever I want to while gliders can’t do that”, you answered while glancing to the spindrift knight standing a short distance away from you two. Catching her slightly smiling at Amber and you before quickly stopping when she noticed that you were staring at her.

“But I guess that there are different things that these wings are useful for, am I right Eula?”, you stated, shifting the outriders attention to her friend who was surprised by suddenly being the centre of her attention.

“I guess it’s very convenient to have someone with them in the reconnaissance”, she answered how you expected her to, but her slight blush made it clear for you, that she knew exactly what you were actually talking about.

“Yeah, I’m sure it is. You can count yourself lucky, I would give the world to have someone with wings in the outriders. It would make everything so much easier”, Amber instantly agreed with Eula, blankly staring into the distance, clearly imagining it.

“Mmm, but that’s not what I was actually referring to”, you said with a slight smug on your face, causing Amber’s attention to first shift to you, only to then follow your stare and land on Eula.

“I think it’s getting late already. Have a nice evening Amber”, your girlfriend excused you both, not being able to hold her blush in any longer, before grabbing your arm and dragging you back home.

“Very funny, trying to ridicule me in front of my colleague. Mark my words, I will have my vengeance.”

Keqing

At first Keqing thought that you were an adeptus of some sort and while it wasn’t that uncommon for them to live in Liyue, with her determination to prove to them that humans could handle themselves, she tried to show you the exact same thing. Only after spending a huge amount of time with you did she realise, that you were in fact not an adeptus and simply had wings and while she couldn’t help but feel as if she wasted her time, she didn’t regret it, as the two of you had gotten really close to each other.

Like on most days, Keqing was once again intensely working on her paperwork, barely noticing the different secretaries walking into her office and delivering or picking up documents. But when she heard something knock on her window, she couldn’t help but jump a little. When she looked over to it, the first thing she was greeted with was your face, signalling her to open it for you.

“Why can’t you just use your feet like a normal human?”, she asked slightly annoyed after opening the window and letting you crawl inside.

“Keqing, I have wings. It would be a complete waste not to use them”, you countered while panting slightly, only to notice the Yuheng stare at you, trying to hide her slight amusement with an annoyed expression.

“But you also have legs, so it would be a waste not to-, you know what? Forget it, I’m not going to argue with someone like you. Now, would it be too much to ask why you decided to visit me while I’m at work?”, she asked with crossed arms, visibly wanting to continue her work.

“Do I need a reason to visit my lovely girlfriend?”, you attempted to better her mood by flattering her, only to hear Keqing let out a sigh before sitting herself back on her chair and continuing her work. It was only then, that you realised how similar the feather she used to write looked to yours and when she noticed your stare, the Yuheng started blushing.

“What are you staring at?”, she asked while feeling to embarrassed to look you in the eyes. When you came nearer however and examined the feather, she cut you off before you even had a chance to say something. “So what if I repurposed one of your feathers to a pen? It was already lying around somewhere, so I didn’t think that you would need it anymore.”

Instead of answering like Keqing thought you would, you simply stared at her amused, before finally answering. “I actually just wanted to say that it was a nice feather, but who could have guessed that it was mine?”, you started your teasing and mercilessly continued it, getting more and more excited when seeing how red Keqing’s face was getting.

“I swear to everything that I hold dear. If you don’t stop now, I will slap you”, she half shouted after finally having enough and jumping up from her seat, only to see you run to the window.

“You can try, but I doubt your legs alone are going to bring you into slapping distance”, you hastily said before diving out of the window.

Lumine

Lumine already had a flying companion, so what was one more? But unlike Paimon, who could fly for her entire life without showing the slightest sign of exhaustion, prolonged usage of your wings caused you to get visibly tired and so you preferred to use your legs whenever you could. That being said, you still tried helping Lumine with them as much as possible.

The three of you stood before a normal sized mountain and even though you would be able to climb it in not too long of a time, there was an obvious way to get past it faster.

“Should I fly you to the top?”, you asked Lumine, readying yourself and your wings, only to be interrupted by her other flying companion.

“Don’t worry that won’t be necessary. Paimon can already fly, so there’s no need for you to”, she said with a thankful smile, only to stop when she noticed the way both Lumine and you looked at her.

“That’s nice to hear Paimon, but I doubt that offer was for you”, her travel-companion remarked before letting out a small laugh and turning her attention back to you. “Are you sure that it won’t be too much to fly? Especially considering that you would have to sustain both of our weights”, she asked.

“Don’t worry. What’s the worst that could happen?”, you answered care-free, already reaching for Lumine, not even stopping when Paimon started worrying about everything that could go wrong.

“So, can I start flying? Do you trust me?”, you asked, preparing to either let her go and climb the mountain with your hands or to use your wings for the first time in quite a while. Both Lumine and you looked at each other, she already hugged you tightly, awaiting the moment you started to fly.

“I mean, it would be weird not to, considering that I’m already holding on to you”, she said while nodding and so you leaped of the ground.

[lily-drake]

De-Aged

Jason: holy shit- she's so tiny!

Dick: *agitated* Jason, focus, what do we do??

Jason: *coos at the baby Marinette* I haven't seen her this small in forever.

Dick: we need- Jason! Focus! what do we do???

Jason: *shrugs* wait it out? I don't know.

Inspired by @bambicambi

Annoyance coursed through Marinette’s veins as she saw the new Akuma of the day.  Of course it happened when her family came to visit.  Looking up to the sky and praying for strength she turned her back to the chaos, something she would soon regret.  Her brothers were asking her what the heck was going on, and as she opened her mouth a baby pink ray of light hit her, and Marinette poofed and in her place sat 4-year-old Marinette Wayne.

Jason and Dick stared at the small child on the ground in shock and after the moments were over Jason eagerly picked her up and spun her around.

“Holy sh*!  She’s so tiny!”

Jason called out as he held the small giggling girl to his chest.  Dick, was rightfully frustrated and walking in small circles and quickly said,

“Jason, focus, what do we do?”

Upon hearing Jason making cooing noises, he swiftly turned to look at Jason.

“I haven’t seen her this small in forever!”

He exclaimed, nuzzling his nose against the small Marinette.

“We need-Jason!  Focus!  What do we do?”

Jason shrugged as he held Marinette against his hip.  She giggled and tugged at his jacket.

“Wait it out?  I don’t know.”

Dick opened her mouth, but stopped when Marinette began to speak.

“Jay-Jay!  Ride!  Ride!”

Jason’s grin grew and gently set her down while holding her hand.  He squared down and carefully released her hand.  He could not express the pure amount of joy he felt when she climbed onto his back and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

“Jason, have you just forgotten the weirdly dressed flying child that not only turned Marinette, but all of Paris into kids?!”

He…had forgotten.  But can you blame him?  Marinette was so tiny when she was a kid, and he hadn’t seen her like this in forever.

“Look, contact Zatanna while I keep her safe and distracted.”

Dick sighed in relief replying,

“Alri-wait a minute.”

Jason was already running with a giddily screaming Marinette.

“No fair, I want to cuddle my baby sister too!”

He sighed in frustration, and no he was not pouting.  Quickly pulling out his communicator he dialed Zatanna.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I’m in Paris visiting some family, and this flying kid in really weird clothes is going around de-aging people.  Could you come see what’s going on please?”

“Pardon, but what?”

“Yea, it sho-“

Dick quickly ran through the streets dodging beams that were now directed towards him.  Why did stuff like this always happen when they traveled?

A few moments later a portal opened and he had never been more relieved to see Zatanna in his life.  Zatanna looked around and looked at the villain.  As she studied it and was about to jump in, a neon butterfly mask appeared over the child’s face and she realized what this was.

“I can’t do anything, sorry Dick.”

“What?!  Why?!”

“This is ancient magic, probably the most ancient magic in the universe.  There should be others…, see,”

She said pointing to a cat-like figure in the distance.  Dick stared in confusion, what was happening?

While Dick was trying to figure everything out Jason was having the time of his life with Tiny Mari.  He was especially thankful that when she was blasted that her clothes were transformed into a white t-shirt and overalls with lions stitched throughout them.  He had taken so many pictures of them.  We’re people running around everywhere scared, yes, yes they were.  But that didn’t stop him from enjoying as much time as he could with his tiny sister like he used to.

“Jay-Jay!  There’s a fairy in my pocket!”

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie!  It’s a Ladybug fairy!  She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look.  Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy.  It was cute, he had never seen something like it before.  Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

“Marinette, you need to help Chat Noir defeat the akuma?”

“Akuma matata!”

Marinette called out with a giggle.  Jason would have laughed, if it weren’t for the flying bug thing talking to his sister, who was currently 4, telling her to help someone defeat the crazed villain.

“Woah!  Are you insane?!  Look at her?!  How do you expect her to fight?!”

The thing looked conflicted before sighing and saying,

“Well, do you want to fight it?  You just need to wear the earrings, I can run you through what you need to do!”

“No!”

Marinette screamed.

“I want to be like you and daddy!  It’s my turn to help people!”

“Marinette, you're too young.”

Tears began to well up in the small child’s eyes.

“I-it’s no fair!  You al-always say that!  I want to help!”

She finished stamping her foot definitely with a sharp glare.  Jason sighed in exhaustion and turned to the floating creature.  He mumbles under his breath,

“Can’t believe I’m letting this happen.”

He knew by the way Marinette was gripping at her ears and the definence in her stance.  He could easily take them by force, but he didn’t want to hurt her or make her angry and feel betrayed.

“Can you assure above all else that she will be completely and utterly safe.  I will join as well in my hero suit to make absolutely sure.”

“Yes, she has a partner as well who will watch out for her.”

He sighed in relief at that, but there was a new and very heavy weight on his chest that wouldn’t leave until this event was over.  He listened to the fairy tell Marinette what she needed to do and almost smiled at the determined face she was making.  Her cheeks were so chubby and-no, focus!  He pulled out an extra domino mask he always carried with him and zipped up his leather jacket.  When he turned around there was a burst of pink light and where Tiny Mari once stood stood his sister in the cutest outfit he had ever seen!  It was similar to his old Robin outfit, but closer to Tim’s as she thankfully felt that there needed to be pants.  She had small wings on her back with a black cape with red bottom edges that shielded them from view.  And in her hands was a tiny yo-yo.  Before anything else could happen, he quickly pulled out his phone and took pictures.  He wanted to show this to Bruce and brag, sue him.

Soon after that they both left to the rooftops.  He was honestly surprised by how easily she maneuvered around the roofs and how easily her yo-yo grappled and released from things.  They soon landed next to a Cat Woman knock-off who turned to look at them in surprise and exhaustion.  When Marinette saw him she quickly turned to him and tugged on his sleeve.  Jason crouched down and Mini-bug leaned close to his ear and whispered,

“Does Selie have a son?”

Jason snickered and glanced up at the kid.  He seemed to have heard them if the ears twitching and confused look said anything.

“No Pix.  He was just inspired.”

“Oh, okie-dokie!”

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other and she was hit out of suit?”

“Yep, basically.”

“Right.  Well, we just need to break the wand, but I can’t get close.”

“Little Lady, cast your charm.”

Mini-bug puffed up her cheeks making her old —and most adorable— thinking face before yelling out while throwing the yo-yo into the air,

“Lucky Charm!”

“A red and black spotted rubber bullet dropped into Mini's awaiting palms.  Jason promptly took the bullet and loaded it into his gun, it was the perfect fit.  The hideously dressed child flew over to them and flourished her wand creating the opening Jason needed.  With one quick shot the bullet flew through the air and hit the wand causing it to snap.  A black and purple butterfly began to fly out and mini quickly caught it.  She quickly released it bouncing on her heels in pure joy as a wide smile grew onto her face.

“Told ya I coul’ do it!”

“Yes you did, good job Pix.”

Chat Noir, who they hadn’t noticed disappeared, came back with the bullet and handed it to the small girl.  She threw the bullet into the air jumping up as well and yelled out,

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Millions of Ladybugs flew through the air repairing damages and Turing people back to normal ending with Ladybug herself.  Ladybug looked around confusedly and saw Chat on her right and Red Hood on her left.  Memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and she promptly hid her face in her hands and a deep blush bloomed across her face.

“This is a disaster, a complete disaster.”

“I don’t know Bug, was it?”

Jason asked with a crap eating grin.

“Yes.”

Came her mumbled response.  Jason laughed and ruffled her hair, Marinette was too miserable to care.

“We should go make sure golden boy isn’t panicking too much, don’t ya think?”

Marinette sighed tiredly and nodded, I guess so.

“Sorry Chat, I promise I’ll explain later.  Bug out.”

And as quickly as she could she swung away with Red Hood laughing and not too far behind.

“B is going to hate that he missed this.”

He called through the air causing a loud groan to escape her lips.

“Don’t show him!”

“Too late Pix, already sent them all to the group chat.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you to Babybug.”

Marinette groaned again and Jason laughed all the way to where they found Dick and Zatanna talking in an alleyway.

Taglist:

@queenz-z @aespades @fandomsaremylifeline @stainedglassm @toodaloo-kangaroo @prettylittlebutterflie @trippingovermyfeet @liquid-luck-00 @unoriginalmess @buginetye @miraculouslydumb @aurcad123

[sxftkxssxs]

okay i am absolutely in love with your writings and damn i didn't know people still write stuff abt the arcana bc hey- the fandom was at it's peak a year or two ago but it's refreshing to see people who write it still active.

and my request here (since i see that requests are open) is the m6 reacting to winged!mc telling them the story of how their parents taught them how to fly (ik the mc died but let's imagine that they still remember this bc it might've been traumatizing for them dhejebj)

like "oh yeah, my mom/dad pushed me off the cliff to get me flying when i was like 8 or something"

keep up the good work 💞✨

dkslfjhdkls I'm glad you like them!

Winged!MC telling the M6 how they learned to fly

Asra

he's listening with such a concerned look on their face

definitely asks if they ever apologized for that

if the answer is no, he's not really happy, but honestly, they basically think of your parents like birds

I mean they did what bird parents do! can you blame them??

but he definitely showers you in kisses after you tell him your story though,

tells you what they think of your parents later- trying to make you laugh

don't let them meet your parents too soon after this, he is quite a magician after all.

Julian

He's mortified

automatically points out that they shouldn't act like birds

probably makes you laugh accidentally but he's genuinely hurt for you

he's hugging you as soon as you'll let him,

if you tell him, it wasn't really that bad, he's telling you that you must've been joking

gives you a sad look whenever you joke about it too much

he will indulge you in your jokes though! as long as it's a healthy amount

definitely isn't fond of the idea about meeting your parents after that story

Nadia

She's very shocked

how could your parents do such a thing? of course that would traumatize you!

She voices her concerns and asks any questions she gets from that statement

she's generally very polite about it, not wanting to upset you by saying something wrong

eventually she learns to be more comfortable with it if you talk about it more

always offers her support, even if it's silent

she'll show her distaste of that method, even if it's technically normal for you

Muriel

he's a little worried, knowing you're not a bird and this isn't normal

he'll offer a silent form of support after hearing that

You'll have to explain why your parents would even think to just,, throw you off a cliff??

he'll not want to meet your parents after that story, he's pretty intimidated by them

he's very quiet about his support though, might even chuckle a little bit if you make a really funny joke about it

offers you a hug if you ever do feel really upset over it,

Inanna steals you away from the hug eventually, but it was nice while it lasted

Portia

she's very quiet, you can't really tell what she's thinking

she'll gather her thoughts and then tell you exactly what she thinks

pointing out your parents shouldn't act like birds 2.0

has plenty of questions about this,

she'll hate if it's normal, but can't really tell your parents off if they're not in the room

she's so supportive of your jokes of it, that itself if even funnier than the joke

Portia will not hesitate to hit a parent if they say something about it when she meets them- be careful-

Lucio

he's caught off guard but doesn't really- think you're being serious

when you tell him you're absolutely serious he's stunned

all of the sudden he's talking faster than you can listen

he's not sure if it's normal for you but to him this is the craziest thing he's heard since before he was a ghost

tries to avoid jokes about it but some do get a good chuckle out of him

probably would run away from your parents if he met them-

[seawater-aurelia-writing]

The Break

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC finally shuts down from all of her acts of helping with overblots and the countless favors/demands that are asked of her. When the Prefect of Ramshackle is the one who needs help, who steps forward?

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

Quick Note: The reader in this story is largely based upon Cinderella, for multiple reasons (#1 being that I want to and #2 being that I absolutely love Cinderella and think she’s amazingヾ(•ω•`)o ) . If that type of character behavior annoys or offends you, I recommend skipping this!

She should have seen it coming; The break. Her break.

Her sight blurred with tears, which spilled over her eyes  quickly as she laid upon the floor of the library – cold and alone. In front of her, just out of reach, laid her phone amidst the plentiful books which laid strewn chatoticly across the floor from her harsh tumble. Her phone vibrated constantly cause M/C o flinch as she imagined the messages that must be flying across her notifications; Her friends and upperclassmen asking for favors and why she hadn’t completed what they asked.

‘I need to… get up.’ She thought to herself, willing herself to move her arms but her body was more akin to cold, ancient steel, a machine that had been abandoned and forgotten throughout time; It felt nothing like how she was a month ago, a week ago, a few hours ago. ‘ I have.. so much left to do.’

As she tried to find the will to stand – M/C thought of how she ended up in this position; body battered and bruised after falling from the top of the ladder in the deserted corner of the library.

 She could barely life her feet as she made her way down the path, back towards Ramshackle Dorm. In her arms, Grim lay curled into her chest as he slept peacefully in her arms.

‘We both had a long day.’ MC mused to herself, gently pressing his closer as the cold, wintry wind blew harder. She recounted their day slowly, going over each task they had accomplished.

Crowley wished for them to wake up earlier to remove unwanted, viney weeds from around the campus gates, Sam’s Store, and the fencing around the Flying Course field in exchange he’d give them some aid to finally repair their roof. Unable to refuse such an offer, M/C awoke at 3 am to be able to accomplish all of the weeding.

However, Grim had not woken to any of her calls or he just ignored her, leaving M/C to venture into the darkened morning on her own to do the weeding.

After 2 hours, when she was finally able to head back to Ramshackle to freshen up before breakfast, she was stopped by Vil. The Pomefiore Dorm Head all but demanded her attention for an hour  in the afternoon, her lunch period specifically, to fetch him some arctic sea water from Azul.

Vil was supposedly unable to pick up the water himself as he had an impromptu photoshoot and Azul would only meet during lunchtime.

Despite the tone he used, M/C could sense that Vil was more antsy about missing his photoshoot -made more evident by the slight twitch at the mention of potentially missing the event. She agreed with a bright smile; choosing to ignore Vil’s comment about grass sticking to her and her ‘odor’ when she turned to leave.

Finally, she made it to Ramshackle and  rid herself of the stray remnants of debris before she freshened up. Grim, who finally awoke, all but rushed her from the home before she could rest – determined to beat Ace and Deuce to breakfast.

But as luck would have it, M/C could not make it to the Dining Hall before she was stopped by a rather, frazzled Ruggie, who all but shoved a bag of food onto her. He left rushed orders to take it to Leona as he was asked to help restock the lounge before classes. He ran off before she could refuse.

Grim happily skipped to the dining room, telling her not to waste time since he wasn’t going to save her any of the food. However, before she could rush off – Grim yelled back at her to pick up some tuna for him at Sam’s since she was going out of the main building anyway.

She only nodded, ignoring the hollowed feeling in her stomach and the way it rumbled in protest.

M/C remembers being stopped before she could reach Leona, the botanical garden just in sight. That view had been blocked by the ever-looming, Leech Twins. Floyd grinned down at her and plucked the sandwich from her hands.

“Ah! Koechi-chan is so sweet!~ She brought food for us, Jade” Floyd cheered, ignoring her protests and pleas for him to give her the food back.

“Indeed she did, Floyd.” Jade chuckled, doing nothing to stop his twin, who began to eat the food in front of M/C. “And by the way, Prefect. Vil told us that you would be the one picking up his items later today.”

“Y-yes that’s right. At lunch time.” She clarified, her voice softer as she deflated. In retrospect, she still didn’t know what she could have said to Floyd to make him stop. So many girls on Magicam were adamant about how they maintain dominance over their own friends to avoid being stepped on but they always sounded cruel; Giving instructions to ‘clapback’, to insult them,  to physically hurt them or poke at their insecurities to make them listen. She didn’t want to snap at the twins, not only would it not do her any good but angering them isn’t what she wanted.

“Azul needs to push that time to this evening, at dinner. Vil suddenly requested twice the amount and thus more payment is required.” M/C remembered the chill that ran down her spine as the Twins seemed to loom over her even more.

“P-Payment? But I don’t-“

“Rook is handling the payment but,in the even he doesn’t, please he prepared to pay any outstanding fees.”

The Twins ignored her pleas for clarification, with Floyd only turning around to demand that she be present for his basketball practice later today.

M/C recounted how, after that, her day became a blur with random intervals of clarity when another request or demand was made of her.

Ace and Deuce asking her to handle their chores in Heartslabyul of feeding the Hedgehogs and Flamingos while they went to mandatory study hall with Professor Trein.

Trey caught her and asked for her to pick up some cream from Sam’s shop for him. She also picked up the tuna that Grim had asked for and the only thing she could afford to eat to replace the breakfast that she missed – a discounted egg salad sandwich.

A sandwich she could only eat half of, as the other half was given to Silver, who had missed breakfast looking for Malleus. He had not asked anything of her, she remembered, but the way he looked at her was odd to say the least. He was adament on her sitting down and finishing her half of a sandwich before leaving  but the appearance of Ortho, who asked for her to run an errand for Idia, pulled her away.

Her classes came and went, leaving her feeling isolated as usual. Professor Crewel, never one to shy away from a ‘training’ opportunity, chided her for using an incorrect about of Phoeniz wings in her potion. He only became agitated when she proceeded to answer his questions about the potion, a simple draught, completely wrong. Grim was of no help as even he didn’t know the answers, nor did Ace or Deuce by what they had said but Ace and Grim took great joy in laughing at her misery.

Normally, it wouldn’t have affect her but today, it hurt.

But she smiled anyway.

Lunch time came and, again, she was stopped before she entered the dining hall. Sebek  demanded her help in finding Malleus, who was not present at lunch. Again, Grim deserted her as Sebek grabbed her and dragged her along beside him and Silver to find Malleus.

Again, Silver regarded her in an odd way but he said nothing out of the ordinary towards her.

They never did find Malleus and Sebek took too yelling at her for being unable to be of any use in finding him.

“..Sorry, Sebek. I’ll try harder next time.” Was all she could say, while Silver chided him on being too harsh.

As they made it back to the main building, it was time for classes; She had missed lunch as well.

 ‘Perhaps that’s why I was so dizzy.’ She thought to herself, managing to prop herself onto her elbows. The floor beneath her moved and rippled, similar to the waves in the great oceans back in her homeworld. ‘Correction, why I AM so dizzy…’

Her mind again wandered back to her day after lunch time; Where her day only worsened.

Without any proper food in her, there was no way that she could stay awake with Professor Trein’s class. Lucius quickly spotted her and alerted Trein, before Deuce could fully wake her up.

“Do you believe yourself too smart to pay attention within my class, Miss M/C.” He sneered, a glare firmly on his face as he gazed down at her.

“N-No, sir. I’m sorry, Professor! It wasn’t-“

“Silence.” His voice was firm as harsh, caushing her to flinch and shrink in her seat. “There will be no talking back to me of any kind. I had high expectations of you, Miss M/C and yet you have a complete lack of manners. As punishment, you will write me a paper explaining the important of Magical History, no less than 10 pages. If it is not on my desk first thing in the morning, then expect a harsher punishment. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” She mumbled, her head bowed in submission. M/C could remined the feeling of the heat behind her eyes; How hard it was to hold back tears in that moment.

She hadn’t expected kindness from Professor Trein but it seemed no one was recognizing that she was doing the absolute best that she could do with the circumstances that she was in.

She was blunt and sarcastic at times, yes, but she can’t think of anyone who can hold their tongue constantly. Yet when she seemed to speak, unless it was humorous in nature or her agreeing with those around her- she went unheard. But if she pressed and asked for help, who would drop their things to come to her aid?

Those thoughts plagued her for the rest of the day;

Even as Floyd threatened and scolded her for missing basketball practice, where she was supposed to stock the ice water and the cool towels for him,  even though Epel asked her to pick up some old weights from Ruggie.

Even when Ruggie scolded her for not delivering Leona’s sandwich, calling her a thief for eating the sandwich when she reassured him that she didn’t and that Floyd had taken it.

Even when Ace and Deuce whined and complained about letting them down for not feeding the animals properly, when she couldn’t do it properly as they never explained all of the rules to her.

Even when Azul asked, demanded, that she find a specific book for him within the dark recesses of the library before closing as Vil’s additional fee– the thoughts never left her.

In truth, she was merely an anomaly in this world; An irregularity that didn’t belong, didn’t have a place within this magic, twisted world that she found herself in. She was without even the most basic magic to help her through her day to day life as the other had. M/C didn’t know even the most basic of terms within classes that would help her – shown by her struggling grades and performance.

She wouldn’t last outside of NRC, even Crowley had alluded to that. She had no birth certificate, no I.D. on her person, and no family of which to speak of.

Who would risk their own education and future to help someone who wouldn’t be able to do anything on their own anyway?

Even Grim, the other half to her ‘whole student’ was beginning to separate from her as his magic was matured and refined.

But that was why she smiled, was it? She smiled because she liked being needed, feeling as if she had a place in a world where she had none. Even if it ended with her being overworked, sleep-deprived and feeling so hollow – she was needed. A little suffering was nothing.

If her friends would excel in the world around her, wouldn’t that be worth it all? They shouldn’t have to suffer and fail in their classes just because a useless anomaly couldn’t handle the most basic of things.

‘It’s fine.’ She thought to herself, finally pushing herself to her knees. She winced, her movements letting her know just how bad her fall had truly been; Her chest hurt and ached with every beat of her heart, her right leg, the one which hit the ground first, was pulsing and red hot and all over – it felt as if fire ants were stinging her.

“It’s..fine.” She mumbled to herself, reaching with shaking hands to begin the task of stacking the books that she knocked over.

“No, it is not.” Came a hardened voice from behind her.

M/C tensed, her eyes widening as she registered the voice as Professor Trein. As she straightened her back quickly, aiming to turn to look at her professor, the room began to spin once more. Sound all around her became muffled as it felt as though her entire was was submerged underwater.

 “ -s M/C. Are your manners that abhorrent that you cannot even turn to face when when I speak to y-.” Professor Trien fumed but his voice faded away despite how hard she attempted to focus on it.

“P-Professor…” She whimpered, curling into herself to try to stop the sensations around her; But they never ceased, even as she felt something wet run down her face - a pain beginning to bloom upon her head as she focused on the wet feeling.

And it all went dark.