#I will never be free of this curse istg

[malachitezmeyka]

Me: Hey, what if Sunat was the one who named Liba? Because who else but a doting grandmother who knows what it feels like to be a disappointment would pick a name meaning "the most beautiful one of all"?? Certainly not Summiya, her being.. how she is

My brain, like an hour after I said that: Hmm, wasn't Valide Sultan the one who named Mihrimah? Specifically picking a name with a gorgeous meaning and being happy to have a granddaughter while Hürrem hated the fact she had a girl?

Me: ..... BenAffleckSmokingMeme.jpg

[juxi2218]

TOWEL TROUBLE!!!

Fushiguro megumi x reader ( 1.3k )

Warnings: English is not my first language, please bear with my ass; I'm trying to improve it by writing for my pookie gumi!!! (Feel free to correct any grammatical mistakes I may have made) (Might delete it later if it flops lol)

A little preview for yall: “wh-what are you doing?” he panics. You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

You and Megumi stumbled into his apartment, both of you soaked from the rain. Today was your date and it was going well until the rain stormed in. You had been at a café and neither of you had an umbrella so you had to run to his place, which was close by. The cozy apartment was a welcome respite from the storm outside.

“Ugh, I hate getting wet” you murmur to yourself as you finish untying your shoe lace; and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Megumi. He gives you a glance and says “you can go have a shower first. I’ll lend you some of my clothes.” Your ears perk up and you go give him a peck on his cheek.

“Thanks a lot gumi!!”

“Yea, it’s nothing” he says while his cheeks show a visible blush of hot pink. You chuckle a bit before running to his bathroom for a warm and peaceful shower.

It hasn’t been long since you both started dating. Say, it’s been a few months and it sure was hard to get this man to open up. Your relationship started when he came sprinting to you one day, assuming the love letter was a confession from you to your other male friend. However, unbeknownst to him, you were actually playing matchmaker and had agreed to deliver the letter on nobara’s behalf.

Nobara had requested that you give the letter to the other guy, but Megumi got hold of it instead and, unaware of the truth, tore it into pieces. You and the other guy were shocked until Megumi confessed that he likes you. You had a good laugh and explained him what actually was happening. He turned red. You still remember his stupid face from that time.

All red and cute.

He apologised to you both and ran away. The next day, you reached out to him and boom! You guys started dating.

Yeah sure, the confession wasn’t the grand, romantic type you’ve imagined, nor did it unfold like a scene from your favourite movie or book. But despite that, you’re grateful as you never expected him to confess his feelings to you first.

It was really slow at first. The shy pinky holds gradually turned into hands intertwined, progressing to gentle hugs. Yes, you both have kissed for 5 times already and you were the one who initiated it because you know that this poor man would go nuts if he had to make a move on you first. He knew that you were a little bold when it comes to these things, and he had zero complaints with it. He’s so shy, you want to bite him to nothing!! (This man is making me go weak in my knees istg.)

You come out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your body, hot steam rising from your skin. 

“Gumi! I’m done showe- OUCH!” the man threw one of his sweatshirts at your face.

“Don’t just come out wearing nothing like that!”

“I’ve got a towel wrapped around me you idiot! And why’d you have to throw this at my face?!” you say while rubbing your poor face. As you regain your composure, your eyes roam around his bare chest showcasing his abs (chap 156 argh I’m so proud of my guy) and a pair of black trousers hanging loosely from his hips not failing to show his V line. You were practically drooling over the marvellous sight in front of you.

“you’re naked too!!” you exclaim.

“What? I’m decent? “.

“Huh? You’re only wearing your pants.” You point at his lower half and pout.

“Whatever, just go and change.” He exhales softly, closing his eyes. He then turns his back to you and closes the door of his cupboard while murmuring a few curse words to himself.

You cheekily sneak up to him, wrap your hands around his waist, and rest your forehead against his nape.

“wh-what are you doing?” he panics.

You smirk slightly. “What? Am I not supposed to hug my own boyfriend?” you move your head from his nape to his shoulder, trying to get a look at him. His cheeks flush crimson and his eyebrows furrow in a cute little scowl, and he’s still staring fixedly at his cupboard.

“Shut up” he mutters.

You smile, your grin growing wider as you tease him. He sighs. “I told you to go and change.” He looks at you, then swiftly turns his head away, avoiding eye contact as he takes in your damp hair and the scent of his body wash radiating from your skin. Your hand slides around the other side of his shoulder, gently coaxing his face back towards you. “But I wanna hug you!!” you whine, pouting.

“Yes,” he breathes, his tone husky as he nods, “yes you can do it after getting changed, yeah?” he says, his voice weakening. You shake your head, “yes, but!” you pout again, giving him your most innocent puppy eyes. You can’t help but feel a little mischievous as you keep him wrapped around your fingers.

“Stop being stubborn.”

“I like to hug you like this!”

“y/n, jus- “

“Do whatever you want! I’m not gonna step back!” you retreat your arms from his shoulders and tighten them around his waist.

With only a towel separating your skins, heat surges through his body as he feels your chest pressed against his bare back.

His head spins, and he’s overcome with a sense of weakness. He feels like he’s going to faint. His head is numb.

He doesn’t know what to do, but his body seems to have developed a mind of his own.

“Whatever I want huh?” he mutters, his voice barely audible. He takes hold of your hands, pinning them against the cupboard on either side if your head as his grip intensifies, your back pressed firmly against the cupboard’s surface.

You look at him with wide shocked eyes.

Your towel slips from the grasp you had (now gone) and you gasp in unison as Megumi’s hand reaches down to steady it (before the disaster). You feel your breath coming in ragged gasps as you look down.

His hand wraps around both of yours, holding captive as his other hand still cradles your dear towel, holding you close. You feel your heart beating wildly, racing at an alarming rate... You’re sure it’s going to burst out if you don’t get your shit together. You feel hot, incredibly hot; like all your senses are heightened. The warmth of his skin, the rush of blood to your head. This man is going to be the death of you.

You gaze up at him, and his cerulean eyes lock onto yours, sending a cold shiver down your spine. You feel your face grow hot as he looks down at your lips, his gaze piercing and intense.

You feel heat creeping up your face. He leans in. You close your eyes. You swear you can hear your heart begging you to set it free so it can go jump off a roof.

He stops when he’s an inch away from your lips, his breath warm against your plush. “If you don’t stop this, I can’t promise where this will lead us” He warns.

Shivers run down your spine again at the sudden change in his demeanor and his deep voice sending a thrill through your entire body. He lingers there for a few seconds and pulls away while a proud smirk paints his face so as to tease the shit out of you.

You flutter your eyes open as your hands move to hold your towel and watch him as he walks into the bathroom, leaving you feeling frustrated and flustered.

“Hmph! asshole” you mutter to yourself.

[himezoro]

HI, i’m just soo in love with the way you portray zoro so i was thinking about a request (only if u want to, ofcc)

imagine reader having feelings for zoro and be reciprocated (but reader still doesn’t know bc zoro’s not the best at expressing feelings) they’re in wano and with the way hiyori treats zoro reader thinks zoro likes hiyori so reader puts some distance between them and zoro and gets closer to law (bc i think they’re kinda similar up to some point) AND ZORO NOTICES IT.

that’s it for my request, kinda specific lol, HAVE A NICE DAY and feel free to take as much time as you need if you decide to give it a go <3

i’m so sorry for the wait, but istg I really wanted to give it a go as you said!! <3 the reader is set to be the crew’s strategist/scholar, just like in this one shot (though this request is not meant to be the following of the later!). the events I’m describing are not 100% accurate with the exact way wano happened (in terms of strategy meetings etc etc) but I felt more comfortable this way!! i didn't know if you wanted a good or bad ending, so i went for the first option to compensate with the long wait :( i hope you enjoy it <3

wc: 1.7 ish

stolen times

Saying you only had yourself to blame and your sole eyes to cry, was an understatement.

As the crew’s strategist, you offered to split at Zou in order for everyone to attend the two issues at end: saving Sanji, and the people of Wano. Because of your valuable knowledge and abilities, you stayed alongside Law, Robin, Franky, and Zoro, while the rest of the crew left for Whole Cake island. Considering the matter at hand, everyone had to stick to their role, even if it meant pretending not to know one another.

Even if it meant pretending not to know Roronoa Zoro.

Saying you knew Roronoa Zoro was also an understatement. After all the time you spent alongside the swordsman, it felt like you understood him pretty well, without as much as a word. You understood his thrive to perfect his craft, his dedication, his patience regarding improvement, his need for meditation and peace, his oath. You knew his favorite mug to drink from, the way he likes his rice, his favorite sleeping position. You could hear the laughters he would let while talking to Luffy, see the protective hold he would have on Chopper while walking, see the flex of his strong built, the blink of his dark eye, the bite on his lower lip.

Everything from Roronoa Zoro was framed in the back of your eye. You loved, admired the swordsman. Your relationship with him was pleasant, even though it lacked the romance you so craved for. He would often stay by your side while you worked in your office claiming it was a quiet space and ask if you ate before working, sit next to you during meetings and meals, lay a hand on your waist when walking down the dock, and always, always, look your way before getting into a fight with an enemy. Other than that, nothing was truly shared between the two of you, and because of Zoro’s silence regarding his feelings, your mind never allowed itself to wander through the possibilities of his heart, while the later would try its best concealing your desires.

So pretending not to know about the way another woman was treating him and tending to his needs was torture. And none of this would have happened if you had ruled for Zoro to go to Whole Cake. Which is why you deeply cursed yourself, even though it was for a greater cause.

Time seemed long until you all reunited at Wano and start planning for the assault on Kaido. So when you did reunite with everyone, your jaw almost dropped to the floor when Brook mentioned walking in on Hiyori sleeping on top of Zoro. Pretending not to care was harder than pretending not to know, so you decided to ignore the green-haired male and stay focused on your task. Even if it meant not listening to the drums of your heart and its song.

Which led to raise confusion in Zoro’s mind. He was not explicit with words, but weren’t his gestures enough? Did you not understand him like he thought you did?

He would be lying if he said he did not mind your distant attitude. He would even go as far as saying that he felt bothered by it, especially after spending quite some time apart pretending not to know one another. He was surprised to not see your usual smile when you looked at him, and not have you saving him a spot next to your figure.

Instead, there was Trafalgar Law.

And it seemed you enjoyed his company. He could see the two of you talking intently and the way he would lower his head so he could hear you more amongst the ruckus. He could see the way his grey eyes would pierce at your features, like a hawk. Hell, he even saw how Law casually laid a hand on your arm when you got up the table to wash your hands.

Zoro clicked his tongue and threw daggers at Law with his one functioning eye, wishing his eye could kill.

When the reunion ended and everyone started leaving to their room, the swordsman could not help himself but bump into you on his way, which you could not possibly ignore. Your eyes met before you averted your gaze and started walking again, which he prevented by standing your way.

And yet, he did not let out a single word. Or at least, not a single one he wished to say.

“Enjoying the alliance I see.”

You scoffed, your pride taking advantage.

“So do you, Roronoa”, you looked down at Enma with an arched brow, “Nice sword you have here.”

“Thanks, Hiyori gave it to me.” he answered, not noticing the ice in your tone, or maybe ignoring it for how warm he felt hearing your voice, even if it lacked its usual honey.

Hearing the name you resented triggered your jealousy. You simply nodded and formed an “oh” with your lips, its shape taking his breath away. It took him a lot of strength not to plant a kiss on your pout, but before he could even argue, someone called you, interrupting his train of thought.

“(Y/N)-ya, I need your input on the number of fleets for the assault before we head out.” Law said from behind Zoro, which prevented the doctor from seeing the grim look on the swordsman’s face.

“Already on first name basis with the Doctor huh?” Zoro said, clicking his tongue in the process.

Just like you with Hiyori, you wished to say. You wanted to shake him off, ask him what the matter was if Law used your first name. You wanted him to tell you he liked you and not Hiyori, and him to throw his new sword away. You knew these were unfair feelings, and probably a little mean. If Zoro had found solace in the kindness of Hiyori and the beauty of Wano, then there was nothing for you to do, right?

With these invading thoughts in mind, you simply sighed and offered him a small, sad smile before joining Law in his quarters.

“I’ll see you in three days for the assault. Please train well, everyone is counting on you.”

Seeing you walk past him to join Law hurt him more than he wished to admit. He did not turn around to watch you walk away, swallowing whole. He waited a second before walking away as well, regrouping with Hiyori.

// the festivities after the assault //

When Kaido was defeated after much efforts, the Mugiwara and the alliance craved for a celebration. Everyone was reunited on the Sunny amongst sake, flowers, food, music and laughters.

You had your back resting on the railing, enjoying the breeze in your hair with a cup of your favorite drink in your hand, looking at the rejoice faces around you. Of course, your eyes followed the trail of Zoro, and the fact that the swordsman was still sitting with Hyori.

Sighing, you felt the presence of Law getting closer to yours. He stood beside you, his eyes looking in the same direction as yours.

“I have to admit (Y/N)-ya, you remarkably led the battlefield.”

”Because you doubted this alliance? Here I thought we were able of performing miracles.” you playfully added using his phrases, slightly shoving the Doctor in the process. Trafalgar Law felt himself smirking, not bothering to answer your gentle attack, surprisingly, simply enjoying your presence.

During the course of this alliance, you had gotten closer with the Doctor. His quietness and charisma was similar to Zoro’s, even though he was not as large as the green-haired. Law found himself enjoying talking to you, especially in this setting. He thought you were intelligent and committed to your work, dedicated to saving lives with the best plans, just like he dedicated his life as a doctor to save others. You could see how he grew accustomed to the crew’s nonchalant antics, and safe around you all. Even you were surprised that he did not betray Luffy’s trust, since you were part of the ones that doubted Luffy’s decision.

But getting closer to Law, even as amicably as your relationship with him was, did not go unnoticed, especially by the swordsman himself. Three days ago, he felt a gap between the two of you, which he was not used to. Him, who was so used to stay by your side when you stayed on the railing to lovingly keep an eye on everyone. Him, who was so used to enjoying your presence and your scent. Him, that was now staring at you and Law amidst the laughters of his friends, ignoring Hiyori beside him.

Right now, he had two options at hand. Either closing the distance, or risking losing you to another world.

“Go talk to her.” he heard Hiyori’s voice beside him speak, which cut his train of thought.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I feel like I got to know you enough to know that (Y/N)-san holds a dear place to your heart. Pardon me if I am wrong, though, but she may not be aware of your feelings.”

Zoro sighed and did not find the words to answer Hiyori. Instead, he kept his eye on you all along. You were so beautiful, glorious.

When Law left to get you another drink, Zoro took this opportunity to get up and walk to you, his presence getting more and more overpowering as he got closer to you. As he got beside you, you did not dare to move, feeling a pull.

There he stayed beside you, enjoying your presence as he should. The air blowing in your hair danced its way to his heart again, a dusty shade of pink coloring his features. On your hand, it felt hard to talk, a mix of sadness, desire, pride and guilt creeping in your heart.

The swordsman crossed his arm as he kept his built back onto the railing, finally uttering the words he wished to say, closing his one eye.

“You were missed, you better know that.”

And all he heard was your scoff and laugh at his subtle yet commanding hint.

“What’s making ya laugh, woman?” he turned to you, opening his eye, basking in your glory.

“You are, Zoro. You are clearly implying that you missed my presence, while you’re here with your girlfriend! It’s preposterous, even for you.” You said, trying to calm your laughter, clearly a defense mechanism.

“Huh?! Are you insane?! Who are you talking about?” he asked, dumbfounded with a bit of irritation.

“Hiyori, who else? I wish the two of you all the happiness in the world. But you should not imply things you either do not mean or should not mean in a relationship.”

“What relationship are you even talking about for God’s sake? Are you high? Drunk?”

“Stop lying to me! I understand you have boundaries and secrets and all, but I saw how the two of you are acting! And Brook even told me you slept together! So please, for the sake of my heart, Zoro : do not say words you should not say when you are involved with someone else.”

You let out a huge sigh at the end of your speech, trying your best to keep your composure. Zoro stared at you, quite confused at your words. But amidst them all, Zoro remembered how he understood you like no one could. And in spite of your ludicrous accusations, Zoro knew better. Regardless of him knowing better, his stubbornness got the best of him at that moment.

“You’re one to talk, with Tra-guy sticking to you. He’s been all over you, ready to steal you away from me and the crew.”

“What are you even talking about? I am not planning on leaving you and the crew, and Law is just a friend. Surely, he is not interested in stealing me away on his submarine. Don’t be preposterous.”

“Only an idiot wouldn’t want to steal you away if they could.”

Your eyes met his for a moment, and it felt obvious. Natural. Before Law could come back with the drink you wanted, you offered him a small smile, set on cutting the tension.

“So, are you dating Hiyori?”

“I thought it was clear that I’m not interested in dating her.” he replied, which made you look at him with an arched brow.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Isn’t it obvious?”

“Just as obvious as your probable feelings for me, if you want my opinion.”

Zoro sighed, blaming himself for not being able to normally express his feelings to you, worried, that someone like Law could.

“How can I make my feelings clearer then?” he genuinely asked, feeling Law coming your way.

“You could start by getting me a drink?” you suggested with a knowing smile as Law arrived in front of the two of you.

Needless to say, Zoro forcefully took the drink from the other captain’s hands to hand it to you, with a smirk on his lips.

“Ain’t nobody stealing my girl here, Tra-guy.” he muttered to his “rival”, leaving Law confused and you laughing.

From that moment on, the distance finally closed and Zoro felt exactly where he belonged: right by your side.

[toruro]

I'm new here hehe but I'm HOOKED to your stuff istg I've been reading it everytime I get some break sksnksdn aNYWAYS- 🍒 or 🍑 person in svt cause for some reason I'd love to see some of the members losing their shit when they're pushed into their s/o's boobs while hugging lmao

I'm so sorry if this reaches you when you're busy please take your time to write and rest <33

who in svt — tits or ass

a/n: thank u for the kind words, i'm glad u like my writing! i am slightly busy rn BUT this was a fun little thing so i figured i would take some much needed free time to write this c: i'm not sure if this is exactly what u wanted but i hope it will suffice!

tits

jeonghan: finds it so cute the way he can get you all sensitive from just playing with your tits a little, and it's easily one of his favorite things to do from just your reactions alone

jun: no1 boob man of svt easily. soapy titties are a curse—he can never stop thinking about them, and is probably the reason why more than half of your showers are with him ...

dokyeom: they're just so soft and warm and comforting and...extremely hot. dokyeom would love playing with your tits and

minghao: he likes ur tits the most because he loves playing with your nipples and just watching the way you writhe and moan under him

seungkwan: he's claiming best ass in the relationship so his partner can't outdo him...plus he just loves resting his head on your tits after a long day

ass

joshua: a bit of a wild card but he just LOVES the curve of your ass in a pretty little dress like i swear it'll turn him on so much he might just force you two to stay home on your date night so he can bent you over the kitchen counter

wonwoo: is more obsessed with your ass than you let on...but you definitely figure it out when he is insistent on spanking you nonstop in doggy style. just loves the way he can have his hand print on your ass and !!!

jihoon: loves the way your ass bounces when he's fucking into you rough, and similar to wonwoo, he loves spanking, especially as a punishment for you

vernon: reverse cowgirl is his favorite thing ever sorry not sorry

both

seungcheol: literally loves every single part of you. he is obsessed with spanking your ass but also has a hyperfixation on having your tits in his mouth so he basically can't choose which one he likes more

soonyoung: if it bounces he likes it. boobs or butt, he doesn't care as long as he gets to watch it shake when he pounds into you

mingyu: if it he can squeeze it is going in his hand. whether you're in doggy style or missionary, you can guess that either will be under his firm grip

chan: as long as it's you, he doesn't care lmfao

[sentoooo]

[anon:

ITS THE KUAI LIANG HAIR ANON AGAIN

No because imagine like... Pulling it... During ykyk... HEAR ME OUT WJAT IF HE WHIMPERS AND FUCKS YOU HARDER-

IM TOO GAY FOR THIS GAME ISTG]

alright, my favorite anon. ask, and ye shall receive (even tho you didnt directly ask, dont worry). you got me riled up today. sittin in the back at work SHAKING. all i could think abt was kuai liang. his arms, his hair. UGH.

so. this is for you. and every other kuai liang simp. but mainly my favorite (anonymous) kuai liang simp.

your honor, i need him in me.

inspired by keep it down by migrant motel. or my entire whore playlist, really.

cw: amab, male reader, nsfw, 18+, just pure smut, porn w/ no plot, anal, mainly vanilla, little bit of praise, hair pulling OF COURSE, you're all his, proofread word count: 3,106. not a lot but a lot more than i thought i'd write :P MINORS DNI

"ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ" ⨟ ᴋᴜᴀɪ ʟɪᴀɴɢ [ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏɴ] x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ⨟ 18+

Quiet, hushed whispers ran through the air, accompanied by the muffled sound of a river running by. Two bodies illuminated by warm light, soft and comforting. Kuai Liang had his head buried in your shoulder, breathing almost too heavily. He couldn't look at you. The way his thoughts roamed, how delicious you looked, it was anything but innocent. The taste of sin lingered on his lips, a craving so raw and visceral clawed in his stomach.

Kuai Liang's excitement wasn't so easily held back, the warmth rubbing against your thigh was testament to that. Damn these clothes, you curse to yourself, keeping his true yearning from you. A barrier so thin should be ripped off, no? And yet, here he was, restraining himself. His breath hot on your neck, you adjusted only slightly. Rubbing your thigh against his bulge, he let out a low groan.

"Don't do this to me," Kuai Liang's voice almost trembles. "Please."

Your hands wrap around him, your right hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, playing with the few strands of his hair that broke free from his bun. You were teasing him. Leaning your head into his, you whisper a challenge.

"Come on, I know you want me," Bold, courageous, and flirtatious. Your tone forces him to grip your shoulders harder. His previous words echo in your mind. He was more than free to roam your body, enjoy it thoroughly, ravage you. And yet, he held back.

Kuai Liang pulled his face away from your neck, meeting your devious gaze. His eyes full of lust, begging to have you. His face flush, he just can't help himself. Oh how good you look, how beautiful you would look with him buried inside you. His hands stray from your shoulders, tracing up your neck and cupping your face. Only for a moment, he pauses. Admiring you, your soft skin, your inviting lips, your sweet words.

"I need you," Kuai Liang confirms, closing the distance and placing his lips on yours. The kiss was warm, passionate. Every ounce of his love was shown. Then, he pressed his body against yours, the friction, unanticipated but welcomed. He moaned, his kiss now full of lust. You lost yourself in his kiss, mindlessly finding his bun and pulling at the hairtie that held it.

Ever so gently, Kuai Liang pushed you back to the bed, his lips never once leaving yours. His left hand held you by the small of your back, his right hand traveling down your body to your waist. He leaned you down to the bed, following suit. His kiss slowly became more hungry, yearning to have you all. He was almost afraid to break the kiss, as if he'd lose you. Yet, he had began to lose his breath, and so he pulled away with a whimper.

"Oh... Please," Kuai Liang looked down on you, his eyes tracing every detail of your clothed body. His hair fell in his face, red and pleading. He almost seemed out of breath. It was clear, though. He was looking for consent.

You spread your legs a little, raising your hands to him, inviting him in. "All yours," You whisper, your words strictly for him.

With that, Kuai Liang wasted no time. He leaned over you, placing his hands on your hips. His thumbs rubbed against the hem of your pants, his eyes trailing down your body once more, snapping right back up to meet yours. You nodded softly, and he responded by pulling your pants off. Almost too quickly. Unlike him, you weren't afraid to show him just how much you craved him. The excitement rising in your boxers was more than enough of a sign. Kuai Liang let out a soft 'mh', acknowledging you and leaning back once more. He couldn't wait any longer.

Foreplay was thrown out the door, Kuai advanced, shuffling out of his own pants, quickly leaning back in. The loss of contact was too much for him, he needed you present every second. Skin-on-skin contact was a must, to know you're right there, in his hands, he can't bare the thought of being away from you. He let out a soft groan as his hips met yours, burying his face in your neck once more. His teeth glided over the crook of your neck, yet didn't bite. He was almost waiting for something. His hands, however, freely roamed your body. He ran them under your shirt, slowly tracing your waist, to your ribs, and finally resting on your chest. You raised your hands and allowed him to take your shirt off. He did so with such eagerness, it was almost cute, if the implications were so lewd. This was all Kuai Liang needed, he thought.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Kuai Liang groaned, as your hands found his hair once more. Slightly fluffing his hair, getting rid of the waves and texture his bun had left. He seemed to appreciate your touch, finally biting down on your neck softly. As your breath hitched, you could feel a sly smirk form on his lips. His right hand traveled back down to your waist, running his finger underneath the band of your boxers, but not quite pulling it. He trailed soft, small kisses up your neck, to your jawline, before placing his forehead against yours. For a second, he gave you a soft look, appreciative and full of his love for you. He leaned in once more, taking your lips with his. This time, the kiss was much more heated, pressing against you. You moaned into the kiss, and in response, Kuai Liang let a myriad of quiet, sensual noises. To simply feel you was one of his greatest pleasures in life, knowing you're coming apart at the seams because of a kiss was invigorating.

Kuai Liang felt your body temperature rise against him, and finally decided to free you and himself from those pesky boxers. Breaking away from your lips, he leaned back slightly and slid your boxers off, the full extent of your excitement emerging. He took a minute to admire it, before finally taking his own boxers off with haste. For a moment, you marveled at his length. Flush, erect, and almost begging like he had. Kuai towered over you, his eyes half lidded, his hair framing his face. He placed his hands at your waist once more, pushing you further onto the bed. He followed once more, straddling you now.

For a second, you two stayed like this. Kuai hovered over you, an almost sinister look in his eye. While your hands traveled to his wrists, slightly stroking the veins. He relished in your touch, humming softly as he finally reached down to your thighs. He hooked one hand underneath your left knee, lifting it up above his waist. His right hand found your face once more, leaning in and positioning himself over you. You could feel Kuai's warmth, just how close he was to you. Teasing you. A small smile placed on his lips.

Kuai's dick rubbed against your thigh once more, as he bit his lip. Now, he was truly holding back. He wanted to savor this moment, enjoy your body, yet his desires raved, screamed at him. The need to feel you, to take you. Remind you who you belong to. He moaned at the thought, his hand trailing from your face, to your neck. His hand held the back of your neck, while his thumb traced over the definition of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as he did this, somehow his touch was elevated. Perhaps it was the environment, and just the full knowledge of his yearning.

Something primal rose in Kuai, as he slowly leaned back in, his lips grazed yours, yet didn't kiss yours. His breath hot, slightly ragged. So close to you, so close to his release, he squeezed your thigh gently. How lewd these acts were, sinful, and horribly dishonorable. And yet, he felt as if he was doing your body a favor. To dream of you, almost in this exact position, at his mercy. It drove him mad.

"...Ready?" Kuai Liang spoke, a slight growl in the back of his throat. He had positioned him perfectly against your hole, the feeling making you tense only slightly. So close, yet so far. All he needed was a simple word.

So, you gave it to him. You gave him the permission, to finally enjoy you as he so pleased. "Yes," You nodded slightly, searching for a part of his body to hold onto.

A slight stinging, mixed with euphoria took hold of your body as he entered, a drawn out moan escaping your lips. Above you, he sighed, his body relaxing at your warmth. Your hands found themselves holding Kuai by his head, one placed on his neck and the others fingers tangled up within his hair. He stayed still for a second, letting you adjust to him. He looked into your eyes, searching for a sign of comfort, as you leaned into him. Only then, did he begin his thrusts. Slow, soft. He was going to take his time with you, he promised himself.

"You... feel so good, my beloved," Kuai's tone was soft and lazy, almost breathless. As close as he was to you, he still withheld his lips from you. He felt as if he took your lips now, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the release he had so desperate desired. He wouldn't be able to hold himself back from you. He was met with sweet moans, rolling your head back in the sheets as filled you. Yet, you kept your eyes on him, watching his every movement.

Kuai squeezed your thigh a little harder, leaning his head down and placing a kiss on your bottom lip, and trailing small kisses down your face, and your neck, until he found your collar bone. How lovely it felt, his touch mixed in with just how full he made you. Even if he had chosen a more sensual pace, all of these factors brought you immense pleasure.

Amongst your moans and Kuai Liang's ministrations, he whispered small praises, 'good boy', 'all mine', 'you're doing so.. good', and more. He left a trail of hickies up your collarbone, reveling in each mark. He took a moment to enjoy the look of his bites and love painted on your collarbone, before looking back up at you, with such needy eyes. As if he had not already got what he sought you out for.

"Ah," Kuai moaned, watching you as you bit your lip, muffling your own moans. Keeping something so precious from him. "No, Wait..." He reached his hand up to your face, tilting your head to face him by your chin as he brought his face back up to yours. "Let me hear it... all." Kuai left a soft kiss on your bottom lip once more, only slightly picking up his pace. You arched your back, pushing your stomach up against his. Yet, you were still quiet, too quiet for him.

Kuai lets you get away with this, only for a few seconds. Against your lips, you catch a smirk once more. You can't hide what he yearns for, you can't keep your voice from him. He pulls back, and while you try to find him again, seek out the pleasure you desire, he pushes himself back into you, reaching deeper. You can't help but let out a lengthy moan, your hand squeezing at his neck, almost pulling him back.

"Yes, just like that..." Kuai growled, his tone slightly dark. Yet, he was proud. That taught you to let the pleasure be known, not to keep anything from him. For this, he rewarded you with a kiss. Melting into your lips once more, biting at your bottom lip. He took in every sweet noise you made, reaching deeper into you. Achieving the pleasure his body so desperately craved. Only now, did he properly increase the pace. Still soft, yet moderate. Almost rhythmic. He pulled his lips away from yours, a small dribble of spit connecting you, before breaking and landing on your chin. Oh, how beautiful you looked. Your face contorted with pleasure, consumed by just how good he made you feel.

After Kuai Liang had hit a particular sweet spot, your moans became more high pitched, his name escaping from your lips, slowly dissolving into soft whines and groans. He lowered his head once more to your neck, biting gently. He only kept hitting that spot, it was a mistake to let him know just how good he had made you feel. Feeling your pleasure vibrate against his mouth, it made him dizzy. Your hand, running through his hair, it made him melt. And your left hand trailed down his neck, down his back, digging your nails into his arms. How big they were, encompassing you as he continued with his thrusts.

A thought crossed your mind, only to be drowned out by the waves of ecstasy rolling down your spine. Below your chin, Kuai let out a soft growl, biting at your neck in all sorts of places, marking you. In reaction, you pulled at his hair. "Mhhh," He whimpered, his pace stammering. He reared his head back, his breath hitching, his focus broken. He gave you the sweetest, softest eyes you had seen from him, almost as if he asked for more. Yet, before you could oblige, his pace quickened. He raised his body off of you, leaving your neck peacefully unattended. He was harder, rougher with you. Warning you not to do it again, his body betrayed his eyes. "Oh, please..." Kuai groaned, letting go of your thigh and running his left hand up to your waist, digging his fingers into it. "You can't do that to me, my dar- my darling." His words sweet, yet he held you with such conviction now. This was your punishment, how dare you treat him so roughly. He responded with roughness tenfold.

You arched your back, your hands both falling to his forearms. You tried to apologize, to beg. Yet, nothing but acknowledgement of your pleasure and his name slipped out. Digging your nails once more into his skin, practically begging for more. His punishment well-received. "More," You finally whined, wrapping your legs around his waist once more, keeping him as close as possible. He grunted in response, denying your request. If you had loved his warning so much, why would he give you more? You'd have to learn your lesson, somehow. So, Kuai kept his pace even. Rough, yet he slowed down. You whimpered underneath him, pushing yourself closer, to take everything of his. Begging for more. Yet, he refused to give you what you craved.

Yet, you could feel Kuai twitch inside you. It was clear he was nearing his climax, and in turn, pressure built in the small of your back. You shivered slightly, the feeling of freedom, beauty, desperation ran through your veins. You felt your own body temperature rise, your moans became more breathy. And through all of this, Kuai's name spilled out of your lips. Somehow, no other sounds could form. You dragged your nails down to his wrists, gripping him. Your pleas became more desperate, and Kuai took notice of just how your body reacted. As much as he wanted to be unfair, he couldn't leave you like this. So in his moment of weakness, he obliged. His thrusts got faster, hitting your sweet spot every. single. time. The tightness swelled within in you each hit. Kuai leaned back into you, pressing his lips against yours with such a force, such hunger. He could not betray his lust for you any longer.

You pushed yourself against Kuai, as close as possible. Your right hand found his hand, desperately intertwining his fingers with yours. A gesture he welcomed. He didn't allow you to speak, finally taking hold of your lips and exploring your mouth with his tongue. You couldn't find words, restricted to only moans, sounds of appreciation, groans, and whines. Kuai reveled in this, his free hand wrapping around to the small of your back and pushing it up against his stomach.

"My love- ah, mhn," Kuai's voice husky, breaking away from your lips and leaning his forehead against yours. "Look at me." He demanded, his eyes watching your every movement. How you fell apart because of him, your thoughts torn at the line between distinction and definition. Just how beautiful you looked. Oh, beg for me, he thought, beg and don't stop until you loose your voice.

Beneath Kuai Liang, you trembled, it was unbearable. No longer could your hold your composure, the pressure releasing. You came, letting out a low, animalistic growl. Your body rushed with euphoria, rolling your head back, disobeying Kuai's demand. Although, it seemed, he didn't mind. Soon after, he had came inside you, riding out his high, and fucking his cum back into you. He couldn't leave, no. Not now. He squeezed your hand, moaning straight into your neck. His breath heavy, hoarse.

Kuai slowed down after, taking a moment to revel in how your body yearned for his, before pulling out. Yet, he still held your hand, his other hand find your face once more, holding it so gently. "I love you," His voice was steady, gentle, and full of honesty. "So much."

You let his words hang in the air, comfortable, intimate. Meeting his eyes, you breathed softly, coming down from your high. "I love you, too." You responded, and with that, he pulled away finally. Yet, he still kept his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Alright, let me take care of you," Kuai spoke gently, now. All traces of sexuality and lust gone. He leaned back in, only to pick you up. He smiles down at you, his warm brown eyes almost like an autumn day. How interesting it was, that he could switch so quickly. Or maybe, it was because he held this same love for you always, even when he took part in such a raw act.

Kuai carried you off to the washroom, placing you on the counter as he ran a warm bath. While he waited, he played with your hair, admiring all the marks and bites he had left on your neck. You trace the claw marks on his arms, enjoying the comfortable silence. Only for it to be broken by two words, Kuai's voice dominant, yet sweet. Two words, that meant the world to him.

"All mine."

[chernabogs]

ames you are COOKING (or should i say, planting???lol) SO HARD with the flower language prompts, 😭💖💞💖💞✨✨am really out here sobbing and crying over them like im watering these flowers with my Tears lol

so here i am requesting for these prompts: rosemary, begonia, pink camellia, dark crimson rose, purple hyacinth, blue salvia, zinnia

i picked these based on your initial tag about Maleficia and zinnia flower,,,, I SEE THE VISION so im requesting it now lol but also picked on prompts that reminded of Meleanor and Malleus,,, 😭i think therapy bills should be forwarded to Draconias instead, istg all they ever do is be in grief and loss /lh😭

if its too many, please feel free to choose whichever prompt you like and take your time in writing !! ☺️💞🌹✨✨

Ohhh I did my best here I promise LMAOOO. I tied in some easter eggs with other works i've done (namely Monody, Stasis, and Labours Gained). I hope you enjoy my absolute monstrous dump about Maleficia, whom I will die on a hill for tyvm

EMPTY CHAIRS

Inc: Maleficia, Meleanor, Levan, Lilia, Malleus (whole gang wow) WC: 4.2k :))) Warnings: Just some death, but I swear it ends on a happy note this time. Flowers: Begonia (How ghosts help the living live a little), Pink Camellia (Where I notice your absence the most), Dark Crimson Rose (The grave I visit everyday), Purple Hyacinth (The worst pain of my whole life and how it healed… multiple times) , Zinnia (The seats at the table and how they eventually became empty… multiple times) Summary: Moments where Maleficia was convinced her family was cursed, and a few times she truly wished this to not be the case.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.  It knows no law, no pity.  It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

Their family may be cursed. 

For many decades now Maleficia had toyed with the possibility of such a matter in her mind. It had first passed briefly with the death of her father—the second monarch to take over after the initial uprising—and the subsequent death of her mother a few weeks later. No one was surprised when she went. Her grief for the loss of her love had been so profound that it had flooded Briar Nation, drowning both cattle and crops in her dismay. Maleficia had postponed her own coronation as the cleanup occurred. It felt ill-boding to be crowned while bodies were floating down the mountain pass. 

The thought had returned once more when her husband vanished at sea, leaving her with a newborn hatchling on her own. Her love had been a strong headed man with adventure burning in his blood—it had been what drew her to him to begin with. That, and he was the only ex-sailor she knew who was bold enough to try and hold her for ransom. Wiping the deck with him had captured his heart—and the fact that he had been a dragon settled the Senate to a degree. But the sea is a fickle mistress, and although her love had skill and he had drive, even the most knowledgeable of sailors can never predict its next move. 

She had not flooded Briar Nation like her mother had, and she had held herself together before her people, although the empty space in her bed and at the dinner table deepened the wound nightly. It was in the quiet moments alone when it was just her and Meleanor that she felt his absence the strongest. 

In the beginning she loathed him for leaving her. Whenever she cradled their daughter as the hatchling shrieked and protested, blowing flame, and biting for flesh, she loathed him. Whenever she dealt with the Senate or another disaster befalling the Nation, she loathed him. 

But when Meleanor learned to fly, learned to run, and shifted into her two-legged form for the first time, the hatred began to fade. Because although he had vanished into the mists on a voyage destined to fail, he had left her with the greatest treasure she could ever have—and for that alone she could hold no ill will. 

Perhaps this sentimentality is why when Meleanor dragged a thin, sickly-looking bat into the halls of Black Scale, Maleficia heard her out.

“Please let him stay!” The princess had asked, green eyes wide as she grasped her mother’s skirts. “Please, mother!”

The other child had shrunk behind Meleanor, but shadows could not hide the burning defiance in the boy's eyes—a gaze of confrontation, and one that nothing truly innocent should hold. This is why she lacked the heart to say no. She quietly hoped that Lilia, as she would name him, would be the one to slay whatever reaper was following them—that the burning anger she had seen would ignite a fire that would cleanse the family of its suffocating misery. 

With the presence of Meleanor, Lilia, and eventually Levan, the silent table Maleficia had sat at for so long soon became a place of raucous conversation again. Although she found herself scolding the three children more than once (especially Levan for his non-subtle attempts at discarding food), the lingering warmth she would feel as she gazed at the trio made her confident that this family curse was on the bend. 

Naturally, it didn’t last. 

The first time she heard of the Silver Owls, Meleanor was 200 years old and more focused on warding off suitors than an unmarked ship. Maleficia had allowed her daughter to indulge by instead consulting with an advisor alone in the dark of her office. The concern lingering in the advisor's words would grow to haunt her.

“Perhaps it is temporary?” She posited, trying her best to remain optimistic on the matter. Plenty of people came and went from Cape Sunrise. A single unmarked ship with a few scraggly sailor’s was not something she felt the need to stress over. The advisor seemed doubtful on the matter.

“But they have tools. Items designed to dig up our soil,” they had insisted, but Maleficia dismissed the concerns with a wave and a blase response. 

“Let them try. They will not be able to break the first layer of our land.” 

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The first one to leave the table had been Levan. There were many soldiers and nobles who vanished before he did but, selfishly, he was the first one that Maleficia really felt the absence of. Levan had grown up from a non-confrontational child to her son-in-law, a general of the princess and a father to the future heir. His compassion had not faded despite the years of war that now tore the Nation apart. Maleficia knew this by the way she came across him one night, cradling his egg so gently while murmuring against its shell. 

When he had noticed her, he had not corrected himself; if anything, he held the egg even closer. They had not exchanged too many words that night, but she sat next to him on the bench in the gardens, the silence speaking volume of her support to his decisions. 

“You will return.” It was not a question—it was a demand. Her voice held the authority of a queen who had seen many, many losses in her long life. Levan had remained silent for a moment longer as his lips brushed against the shell of her grandson's egg. 

“Always,” was the promise he made, and the last words Maleficia heard from him. When they didn’t receive notice for several days after he left, the conclusion was drawn that he was either dead, or the closest one could be to it. Meleanor held herself well in lieu of this information, as had Maleficia. 

But the empty seat felt an ill omen. 

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The next one to leave the table had been Meleanor. When she was younger, she used to rest her head on Maleficia’s lap as her mother had fixed her hair. She would ramble on about her day and what she got up to with the two boys in the nonsensical fashion that many children do. Maleficia had listened with amusement, although her mind had always been half-focused on what she needed to do for her meetings the next day.

The regret of not giving Meleanor her full, undivided attention sunk in deep when she felt her daughter’s magic cut off. The bond in their family was intrinsically woven to allow them to get a sense of whether the other members were still alive. If asked, Maleficia might say it’s something of a dragon trait. Most of the time it served to be a blessing to allow her to know her family is alive and well. 

When it cut off mid-emergency meeting, the abruptness had been so profound that she nearly collapsed then and there. Her breath had hitched, her words stuttering to a stop as she stared wide-eyed at the Senate members surrounding her. At first, she hoped it was simply a fluke—a disruption in the magic—until she didn’t feel it return and the horrible, tar-like panic of a mother when her child goes missing welled up in her heart. She was tearing out of the room before any of the Senate members even had a chance to speak, screaming for her guards and her soldiers to tell her what was going on at Wild Rose. 

Her daughter, who spent her childhood running through the forests and laughing in the face of suitors. Her daughter, whose hair she would braid and then re-braid again when the girl somehow got burs in it. Her daughter, who was set to become a mother herself and experience all the precious moments Maleficia had. 

Her daughter, whose body wasn’t even recovered at the end of it all. 

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The final one to leave the table was Lilia. In wake of the princesses passing, Malleus’ egg was put in the cradle tower, and Maleficia was designated to spirit him into hatching. She felt the faint connection of their magic from within the thick shell that guarded his body. His warmth, the subtle movements he made; they were all indicators that he was still alive and well despite his tumultuous arrival.

But Maleficia didn’t know if he would oblige. Hatchlings often needed the love of both parents to be shepherded forward—and Maleficia, now over eight hundred years old, already felt the strain of her magic from the conflicts going on in her Nation. There was no doubt that she held love for her grandson—but a lingering fear that her love wouldn’t be enough burned in her mind. This is what made her turn to Lilia, to send him on his quest around the world to try and find an additional means to bring the young prince forward.

For the first few decades, it worked well. Maleficia held the egg on a nightly basis and poured as much of her love and magic into it as she could. The egg consumed it all in a greedy fashion, demanding more every time she returned to the tower. One would think that Malleus was starving within by the way he pulled, and tore, and ripped at her powers to fuel his own development. 

Then he ceased feeding. She recalls the first night it happened; everything had been going well, until the connection was suddenly severed, and the green glow within the egg dulled back into a faint tint of color. Maleficia had initially dismissed it as a one-off event. Until it happened again, and again, and again. 

There’s a curious sense of panic that fills someone when they do everything they can to no avail. The panic she felt came in the form of a privatized breakdown in the tower. For many decades now Maleficia had toyed with the possibility of a curse in her mind. Now, she was beginning to consider that it was not her family who was cursed, but rather just herself. 

First it came for her father, and her mother shortly after. Then, when it grew hungry again, it ate through her husband and that of her daughters. Then it came for Meleanor herself, and now whatever reaper followed them was looming over her shoulder as she held Malleus’ egg and begged him to take something. 

Pleas fell from the lips of a monarch as she rocked the egg, stroked its shell so softly, whispering to just eat a little more, just take a little more. But the egg had remained as cold and aloof as it had for several nights now. Her desperation mounted in an order to Baul to summon Lilia back—to slay whatever reaper was following them before it pried the last of her bloodline from her hands. 

Her hopes of his role as the vanquisher of death came in an explosive hatching that she was informed of after it occurred. When she requested for Lilia to be brought to Black Scale to be reinstated in his role in his efforts, the Senate had then informed her that Lilia Vanrouge would never step foot in the capital again.

And so, in a span of mere moments, the final seat was emptied—and Maleficia found herself alone once more. 

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Grandchildren are the best reminders  of the beauty and innocence of childhood.

When Malleus was first brought to her after he hatched, she didn’t want to touch him. The purple hue of his stomach and the way his green gaze darted around, drinking in the new world he emerged to, reminded her so much of Meleanor that she wanted to laugh at the cruel irony. The hurt that smouldered in her heart ignited back into a flame that found her turning a cold shoulder to the hatchling. 

“Go clean him. He has amniotic fluid all over.” She remembers ordering, voice deceptively calm for the turmoil happening within. The wet nurse that was hired obliged as the hatchling shrieked and protested the frequently changing environment around him. His cries made Maleficia clench her jaw tighter as she stared resolutely at the battle plans drawn before her, her hands gripping the table enough to turn her knuckles white. 

A few times she went to him in the beginning. The encounters lasted only as long as Maleficia could tolerate seeing how similar he looked to Meleanor before she would depart and leave him in the care of his wet nurse once more. Guilt fought with anger in her heart about the circumstances that she found herself in and her inability to overcome them. She could feel the ghost of her daughter chastising her in the corner for being so cowardly in her approach. 

The breakthrough arrived when Malleus became ill. Grieves—a fever-like condition that affected fae children in particular—resulted in Maleficia sitting with her grandson one night as the exhausted wet nurse was excused for a long overdue break. She held him on her lap in the dark as his small form fought his fever, whispering how the stars that looked down from above were the eyes of the people who loved him, keeping him safe in this world. Her voice had cracked as she spoke, and it was only when a small whine left him did she realize she was hugging him tight to her body. 

“I am so sorry,” she had choked out, unsure if the apology was for the hold she had or the neglect she had given so far. “Please forgive me.”

Malleus had twisted in her arms, small wings fluttering before he settled himself down and began to doze. He had already forgotten what upset him to begin with. She wished it would always be that way—but she knew that was nothing but a vague hope. 

She loathed Meleanor for leaving. Whenever she cradled Malleus as the hatchling threw his tantrums, blowing flame, and biting for flesh as all children seem to do, she loathed her. Whenever she dealt with another part of the war or signed another treaty alone, she loathed her. 

But when Malleus scrambled onto her lap mid-Senate meeting, chased after courtiers, and flew for the first time (admittedly, into a flock of pigeons), Maleficia loved her. Because although like her father she had vanished in an ill-fated decision, she had left a small reminder that she was never truly gone. Maleficia could comfort Malleus, could see the ghost of his mother in his clever little eyes, and for that alone she could hold no ill will. 

Meleanor’s death had proved to be far worse than anything else—but her gift of the small dragon in her lap felt like the first steps towards recovery again. So, she had kissed between his horns that night and promised to herself that she would do all that she could to give him a future free of the misery that plagued their family thus far. 

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In the aftermath, she spent time with him whenever she could. Via dinners, via having him sit in on meetings, via walks in the gardens—whenever she could, she would be there. However, despite her newfound presence changing some things for the better, she remained unable to quell the curiosity that burned in her grandson's mind. 

She found him in the mausoleum once. He was standing on the toes of his mother with his small hand touching her stone-carved face. Maleficia had not been to the mausoleum since the boy hatched so many years ago. The raw memories still stirred in her heart and seeing him look up at his mother with such a gaze of innocent adoration did nothing but unsettle her more. 

When he noticed her, his face had lit up into a smile as he hopped back down and pointed up to one of the other statues. “This is grandfather?” 

Maleficia’s gaze slid to where he was pointing. A strong jaw, a dangerous glint in stone-etched eyes, and a faint smirk painted the picture of the man she had once loved and held so dearly many years ago. Maleficia nodded. Malleus, taking this as encouragement, then ran back to the other statue he had been touching with his small hands. 

“And this is mother?” 

Again, Maleficia nodded. The painful similarities between Malleus and his mother were more apparent when they were side to side. If Maleficia were to squint, she could mistake Malleus as a younger Meleanor: the same horns, same hair length, even the same streak of mischief that got both into so much trouble. 

Malleus had hummed thoughtfully before stepping down again. “Do you miss them?” 

A deceptively innocent question. Of course she missed them. All she had left of her family was one grandson and three empty coffins: a husband at sea, a daughter in the hands of humans, and a son-in-law somewhere in the moors. “I do,” she offered back. “I miss them greatly.” 

Malleus had asked her why, then. Children like him were filled with innocence and wonder about the world. He had no knowledge of the bodies that were lost, or the tragedies that had predicated his birth. Her reply did nothing but fuel an unease in the boy, for moments after she offered it, he ran back to her and threw his small arms around her waist.

When he hugged her, he clung with a ferocity that was baffling for his size. Her hands rested on his head and stroked his hair soothingly as she had done with Meleanor many times before she guided him away from the tombs and the memory of family he never met.

She should visit them more often now. 

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She rediscovers that there’s a privilege in watching someone grow. Lilia’s gradual return into their lives helps ease the stress of raising a child again in her older age, which is partially why she turns a blind eye every time Malleus slips out of the palace to visit the man. She’s honoured to observe in a more passive manner the way her grandson changes and grows as a person. She watches him go from spiteful towards humans to more amiable with the arrival of Lilia’s adopted son. As he grows before her eyes, she begins to see less of Meleanor and Levan in his features and more of just Malleus—the quiet, albeit arrogant, boy that was hers. 

Time goes by faster as she ages alongside him. One moment he’s clinging to her skirts, and the next he’s off to NRC, and then finally, 178 years have passed like the blink of an eye. She used to bemoan how slow time was—and now she wishes it to ease off a bit.

She’s sitting in the gazebo in the gardens for reprieve, a novel in hand as the screaming of insects choruses a song for her amusement. The aroma of flowers surrounds her and for a moment she feels utter peace in the world. The summer is ending and there are no celebrations or events to concern herself with. For the first time in what feels like eons, Maleficia Draconia can breathe. 

The sound of someone approaching puts a pause in this. 

She lowers her book to peer over at whoever is coming, hoping silently it isn’t an advisor or a courtier seeking out an audience on the sly. Fortunately, the sight of two horns and a scowling face turning the corner nullifies this as she turns back to her book. 

“Finally decided to see the sun?” She muses as she hears him stepping onto the gazebo platform. She waits for his response, but only comes to feel surprised when Malleus kneels by where she sits and does something that he hasn’t done in a long time now—he places his head in her lap. At his age, his body is too tall now to really kneel efficiently at her side, but by the gods does the boy try as he hits his head right down. Her hand comes up on instinct to brush strands of his dark hair behind his ear as he looks over the gardens, his shoulders tense with stress. 

They’re silent for a moment, listening to the sounds of screaming insects from beyond before Malleus speaks.

“The gardens look atrocious.”

Maleficia raises an eyebrow as she lowers her book to look at where he’s staring. Her hand continues to stroke his head soothingly as she huffs a soft laugh. “Our groundskeepers are going for a more ‘untamed’ look this season.”

“I have counted twenty-six thistles in the minute I have been here.” Malleus shoots back as his hand comes to rest by his face. “It’s late in the season. They might be growing lazy.”

 “Nonsense. You know how hard working they are. You spent ample amounts of time with them when you were younger.” She fails to hide the smile teasing on her lips with this comment. Malleus’ temper tantrums had landed him in more than enough problems in his youth. Problems which were often rectified by a gentle lesson of how hard it is to fix up his messes—garden destruction included. 

Malleus deigns her with a unprincely snort in response. They fall back into a warm silence as she keeps her hand on his head and returns her attention to her book. She knows that something is on his mind, but she retains her silence both to give him an opportunity to speak, and to enjoy the moment that they’re having. In the privacy of the garden, they can get away with this rare display of familial affection. 

She feels him sigh as his eyes flutter close before he speaks up. “Do you ever feel… unease?” 

“Unease?” She hums quietly as she turns a page. “On many occasions I have, yes. Unease tends to go hand in hand with some of the things I have dealt with.” 

She knows he doesn’t mean in the sense of his royal duties. Malleus is an unusually quiet and introverted boy—but she had noticed him being more so the past week as summer began to inch towards its end. He opens his eyes and sighs again before withdrawing to sit back on his knees. 

Maleficia wisely closes her book and sets it down before affixing him with as stern of a look as she can muster without chuckling. “Sighing and moping in the corners does little to aid me in providing advice.” 

Malleus’ gaze goes upwards to stare at the ceiling of the gazebo before his expression drops to a pout. “I am feeling reluctant to return to NRC.”

“Oh? And why is that?” 

Maleficia quietly reaches her hand out to brush his bangs back from his forehead, revealing the scale pattern beneath. Malleus’ eyes flutter shut at the gesture as his pout remains present.

“Three years have passed now, and I have yet to feel included in the school environment. Spending my days with those I already know from here hardly feels like an efficient use of time.” His jaw clenches. “Every effort I make to form any sort of connection to others feels like it’s a pointless endeavour at this rate.”

“Malleus, you must be patient with these things. It takes time for people to warm up to the likes of us. You must simply continue being yourself, and the right people will make the effort to get to know you. I understand it may seem upsetting right now, but you must simply keep trying your best.” A faint smile touches her lips despite the worry gnawing at her heart. She wishes she could do more, but she also understands that these are things he must figure out himself. “You’re going to this school to gain new experiences and see the world beyond our little Valley without the Senate looming over you. Things will work out in the end.” 

Malleus’ body seems to relax at her words as he opens his eyes again. His expression eases to his usual neutral look as he nods slightly. “... yes, I suppose you are correct.”

“I often am.” She pinches his cheek lightly, causing the scowl to immediately return to his face as he jerks to avoid her grasp, making her laugh in turn. “Besides, are you not excited to see Lilia, Silver, and Sebek more often again? Well. More often than you do already.”

A pointed look has him averting her gaze as she picks her book up again. His demeanour reminds her of Meleanor, but the similarities no longer ache when she considers them. This was Malleus—her grandson, not his mother, nor his father—and she was eager to see the person he was still destined to become. “Now, you should be packing, should you not? We don’t need the crisis we had last year where we were all hunting down books for you last minute.” 

Malleus groans softly before rising to his feet and brushing his pants off. He presses a brief kiss to her forehead, coaxing another smile from her lips before he pulls away. 

“Yes, grandmother,” he grumbles with all the moodiness of an embarrassed teenage boy, and Maleficia can’t help but feel happiness at seeing it. Cursed or not, she will continue to enjoy these moments of joy as long as she may have them.

[jake-g-lockley]

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OKAY so I have TWO prompts you can feel free to pick from whichever you want!! if one has already been written/requests then thats okay (its mainly why i picked two jUST IN CASE!!!!!)

How aboutttttt the cutie pie moon boys with either prompt #15 or #21?! I DONT MIND EITHER WHICHEVER WORKS BETTER FOR YOU (im so indecisive and they're both so cute?!?)

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Poison Tree (Moon Knight x reader)

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Prompt: the spider-man meme where they're all pointing at each other but it's a conversation like *i said i didn't like you like that because you said you didn't like me" "but i said i didn't like you because you were literally in love with someone else" then "i only said i was in love with them because you didn't want me!

A/N: Heya lovelyyy!! Thank you so much for the ask, I switched it up a tiny bit but I hope you like it ehhehe.

Warnings: everyone here is an idiot istg, a touch of angst, them not being able to say what they need to say, seriously; they have three people in their head and they’re that dumb? AHAHAH, light allusions to smut.

Word Count: 2.1 k 

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Buying things was something that plagued you like a weird disease that never went away. You didn’t have this type of luxury when you were younger, your mother always forced you to save whatever money you made and scared you into thinking that you would not have a single cent on you when you truly needed it. Funnily enough, when you started earning your own money, you gave in and started to spend on things that your mother would frown upon.

You stared up at the shelf of books before you, sighing frustratedly as you gazed at the beautiful new covers. You cursed yourself for walking into the new luxury bookstore that opened in the mall, your mother’s voice echoing loudly in your head. You screwed your eyes tightly and tried to imagine something that would pull you away from both the thought of buying the book and the sound of your mother’s grating voice.

You were laying down on the couch, your body aching deliciously from the weight of something covering you. Your hands were preoccupied, carding through soft curls as large hands squeezed your sides. You were smiling down at the person who was cuddling you close and the person looked up at you, big brown, doe like eyes meeting yours.

“You know I have those books in my flat?” a voice pulled you out of your little daydream making you gasp as you whirled around and your eyes met the same brown eyes you were imagining. 

Steven Grant was smiling at you, his lopsided grin matching his curls that flopped to his forehead. Steven always looked comfortable and you always had the inevitable urge to squeeze him. Oh, how you yearned to press your nose into his chest as you hugged him close. You faked a scowl and Steven’s grin got wider as his hand shot out and gripped your wrist.

“If you behave, I’ll let you borrow them someday.” his voice twisted your insides as he pulled you away from the shelf.

Your heart swooned whenever you were around Steven. He and the other two were your poison tree, the bunch you had intended to stay far away from but couldn’t get enough of. He gently pulled your book bag off your shoulder and slung it on his own as the both of you walked to the cafe that the both of you hung out at on a weekly basis. You’d mark your student’s exercise books while Steven did his research on the ancient artifact he was writing about.

At times, you’d feel his eyes on you and you knew it wasn’t exactly Steven looking at you anymore

“Hi, Marc.” you said, without looking up from what you were marking.

“I still don’t get how you do that.” The deep Chicago accent makes you shiver slightly.

“Your posture changes, dummy.” you said, earning a chuckle from him.

“How are the kids doing this week?” he asked, leaning forward to take a look at what you were marking. 

“Pretty good actually, their grammar is getting better and I think they enjoy my classes.”

“I’m sure they do, princesa.” came the beautiful spanish drawl. 

“Now, what did I say about switching mid conversation.” 

A long pause greeted you and you finally looked up from the book you were marking to see Jake staring at you with a satisfied smile.

“That it’s rude?”

“Mhmm.”

“I made you look though.” he winked at you and your insides turned into pure mush.

Outside, you rolled your eyes and casted your eyes back down onto the exercise book, holding back a grin of your own. 

“So, how is Mr. Daniels?” 

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked back at Marc who was now leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed in front of him. You didn’t get why he would always ask you about the math teacher, you only called Mr. Daniels cute once in your life. 

“He’s good, I guess.” you took a sip of your coffee and bowed your head, not letting Marc see what was clearly written all over your face.

For months, you have been trying to get rid of the feelings you felt for the three men. They were absolutely beautiful and had personalities that fired up your very being, but an unfortunate incident stood between you and them.

Flashback

You and him were a little too close, you could see all of the little details of his face. You and him had demolished a bag of doritos and the empty wine glasses made the both of you giggle incredulously. You didn’t know who you were looking at, the alcohol muddling your brain as your eyes zeroed on the doritos dust at the side of his mouth. 

“You know I was thinking of asking Dylan out, the tour guide at the museum.” Steven’s voice burned a hole through your heart and you smiled, hiding the pain that coursed through you.

“You should.” you whispered, trying your hardest not to let your heart betray you.

“Jake suggested for me to take her out to that steak shop.” he leaned back into the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. 

“And what are you gonna eat there, silly.” you stifled a giggle.

“I dunno, bread, salad?” 

You tried to laugh the best you could despite the achy feeling at the pit of your stomach. 

End of flashback

“How’s Dylan?” you asked. 

“She’s alright.” Steven said softly. 

“Hmm.”

Your eyes caught a couple behind Steven and you smiled gently as one of them kissed the other one’s knuckles.

Jake noticed and turned around too, turning back to you with a grin and plucking the red pen out of your hand before suddenly taking your hand in his. Your heart blazed when you felt his lips on your knuckles and your breathing stopped for a second, his eyes shining with mischief. You quickly snatched your hand away from him and you could note the change in the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Hey, you know I was just joking, it didn’t mean anything.” he said quickly. 

It didn’t mean anything.

“Yea, I know, Jake , you don’t like me like that.” you said before you could stop yourself.

Jake’s thoughts raced as Marc and Steven panicked inside his head. They weren’t supposed to like you like that but they do and they wanted to stand on top of the table that you both were at and scream that fact at the top of their lungs.

You couldn’t mark anything anymore, with the way he kept reminding you of your failed love life. Your failed, unrequited love for them. You snatched the pen back from him and tapped the book in front of you, thinking of your next move. You quickly grab your phone and text one of your friends, Sam. Code red, the code you always used to get out of situations you didn’t like and you were feeling really uncomfortable with the energy you had created. 

A few minutes later, to your pure relief, your friend called you.

“Oh, umm, I have to go, Sam is stuck in a … situation.” you say as you frantically shove your stuff into your bag.

“Right, let me help you with that.” Steven said, standing up, a worried look on his face.

“It's okay, I got it.” you gave him a reassuring smile and tucked a five pound bill under the coffee.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah.” Steven rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if he had said anything out of the way, his heart pounding as he watched you walk out of the cafe.

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You woke up hours later to a knock at your door. Your face was wet and you checked your phone for any messages, absolutely shocked to see about 14 missed calls from the boys, another five from your best friend and dozens of messages. You flung yourself out of bed and ran to the front door

You opened it to see a frantic Jake standing outside, his hair a mess. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close, mumbling something into your hair in spanish.

“Shit, I thought something happened when you didn’t answer your calls. I called Sam and she couldn’t get a hold of you.” Jake’s voice was bubbling with tears and you looked up at him in shock. 

“Jake, I-” suddenly, his lips were on yours and you felt yourself being lifted off your feet.

The kiss was as frantic as he looked and you became putty in his arms as you tried your best to steady yourself. You pulled away and stared at the man in front of you, only to see Steven’s eyes staring back. Your hands came up to touch your lips and you couldn’t help but touch his lips too. 

“Sorry, fuck, I know you’re with-” you cut him off with another kiss and you felt all of your worries wash over you.

Your hands grip his face and you hold onto him until the both of you are out of air. 

“Fuck, what about Dy-” you pulled away and started to say, but Marc pushed you against the wall and caught your lips with his again, wordlessly asking you to jump as he gripped your hips hard. 

You jumped and wrapped your legs around his torso, your bodies sandwiched together. Your hands carded up his curls and you pulled on them for purchase, causing him to groan against your lips. 

“Wait, Marc, Jake, Steven, what’s happening.” you pull away, your confusion creeping up the satisfied feeling that you were feeling. 

You couldn’t tell who had control of the body as they pushed their forehead against yours, just holding you against the wall. 

“I don’t know,” you heard Steven’s voice whisper as he ducked his head lower.

Your hands were still in his hair and you pulled him closer.

“Put me down.” you whispered after a while and unlocked your ankles.

Their eyes were casted downward as they tried their best to not look at you. You pulled them to your dining table and busied yourself with making a cup of tea, chewing at your swollen bottom lip, wondering what had just happened. You wanted to feel it again so bad, the passion they pushed upon you was so fiery that you wanted nothing more but to have it course through your veins again. You sighed as you pushed the cup of tea in front of them.

“Whoever is fronting, could you please just explain what happened?” you calmly asked. 

When their eyes met with your’s, you could clearly see Marc’s sadness and it crushed your heart.

“We’re sorry we springed on you like that.” he whispered. “The truth is, I- we are in love with you.'' The last bit of his sentence came out like it was a harsh secret, clawing its way out of his voice box. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Fuck.” was all you could say as you swallowed down your own tears. 

“But we know that you don’t feel like that for us, so you-” he continued. 

“Wait, who said that?” you cut him off, your heart thudding in your chest.

“You did.” Steven mumbled. “Just now, we only said that we didn’t like you like that because you made it clear how you felt about us.” 

“But- but I only did that because you have feelings for someone else! You know? The woman you are dating!” 

“We only said that because you said you found the math teacher at your school cute!” Marc slammed his hand down, making you jump. “We’re not dating Dylan!”

“I was joking, you dumbass! Oh my fucking god!” you slammed your hands down and stood up, pushing Marc’s chair back and straddling him without another word.

You kissed him like you meant it, putting your soul out there so that it would meet theirs. All the anger you felt was channeled back into the kiss and you wanted them to choke on their own passion with the way you pressed yourself against them. Marc sighed against your lips and melted away, letting the body switch frantically between Steven, himself and Jake. When you finally felt satisfied you pulled away and gave them a small smile.

“You boys love me huh?” you brushed their fringe away from their face and looked into the eyes that held the only three that you would hand your heart to. “Well, I love you too, cowards.”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling a coward.” Steven’s hands gripped hard at your hips as he grinned up at you, leaning in and kissing you softly. 

After a while he brought his lips next to your ear, he whispers “This coward won’t let you borrow his books until he makes you forget your own name.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, wondering what awaited at the top of the poison tree you managed to climb up on. 

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[moon-lv3r]

intertwined ~🐕‍🦺

🦋 category: one-shot

🦋 characters: megumi, minor ijichi and shoko, mentioned yuuji and nobara

🦋 summary: a late night mission which caused something completely unexpected to happen between you and megumi, letting you see a side to him you have never seen

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: istg i had to rewatch scenes of megumi’s shikigamis just to see if they had shadows to them for the sake of this story… it was 2am and i had work the next day LMAOOOO. and yes megumi’s shikigamis have shadows to them (jjk s1 ep8, megumi vs todo)

cursed technique - shadow manipulation 

domain expansion - phantom illusion. it allows the user to be able to use the shadow of anything and morph them into any desired shape or form, or form them all into a spear to be driven through the enemy for a sure hit

pros - shadows are everywhere, the physical strength of it depends on the owner of the shadow, or how strong is the item, with the exception of shadows in domain expansion. 

cons - the durability also depends on how clear the shadow is, the clearer the stronger. if the user uses their own shadow, they will feel whatever their shadow feels, they will get chopped in half if their shadow got chopped in half

It was the middle of the night, in the middle of the heavy rain, and somehow, the higher ups figured that it was perfectly fine to let two first years go on a mission on a school night. They had robbed you of a good night’s sleep and had you thrown alongside Megumi for a mission. They were insane. 

  You and Megumi were the unlucky ones. Nobara was already fast asleep and the higher ups didn’t want to risk anything going wrong with Yuji, though it had made zero sense in your head that something would go wrong with Yuji in the middle of the night. Did they think that Sukuna would just appear at night like he was a vampire? The higher ups had no brain it seems. Could they have not asked someone else? Did they have to really send young children? 

  At least you were paired with Megumi, the only sane person among all of the first years, aside from you of course. It can’t be so bad, his technique was amazing. 

  You and Megumi were good friends. Mostly stuck to each other when Yuji and Nobara were up to their usual stupid stuff. If they weren’t, then Megumi wouldn’t mind being around Yuji. You and Megumi were mostly serious, the complete opposite of Yuji and Nobara. Sometimes, it led you to wonder how all four of you managed to even get along. It seemed so impossible. It was as if Nanami and Gojo suddenly became actual best friends.

  The light from the street lamp was the only thing guiding you and Megumi as the both of you made your way around. You examined the area, trying to find out what in the world had just happened. The wreckage was scattered all over the ground and not a single part was free from the debris. It was caused by a grade 2 cursed spirit. If a grade 2 could cause this kind of damage, you had feared just what a special grade could do. You were a grade 3 sorcerer, obviously no match for a special grade curse. 

 “What do you think the cursed spirit does?” You asked, entering the area of destruction after a curtain was put up. 

  All you and Megumi knew was that the cursed spirit could create strong gusts of winds with a mere flick of its hands. It was strong enough to send several sumo wrestlers flying like they were mere sheets of paper. 

  “Don’t know, stay alert,” Megumi responded, summoning his Divine Dog right after. 

  The dark place was extremely advantageous to you. Clear shadows everywhere. It was basically your territory. A knife laid still on the ground, its shadow menacingly clear as you brought it to life. The huge shadow blade floated in the air above you while you and Megumi scanned the surrounding areas, waiting for the cursed spirit to show itself. The both of you stood back to back, eyes on high alert, analysing the area around the both of you. 

  The ground beneath the both of you began to shake. Your eyes darted to the ground with your shadow knife ready to attack. The floor broke as the cursed spirit rose, causing you and Megumi to both jump backwards. Almost on instinct, you sent your shadow blade after the creature, trying to slice it, or chop off a bit of it. The cursed spirit growled in pain before seemingly healing itself. 

  Well, crap. 

  Megumi stared at the seemingly ginormous and invincible cursed spirit standing before him, sending his Divine Dog after it. You stared at his face, it seemed that he wanted to send out another of his shadow creatures. “Careful, Fushiguro,” you said, carefully eyeing the enemy.

  “I’ll be fine,” Megumi replied, “You take care of yourself.” 

  You began to slowly grow concerned for the boy standing before you. You knew what kind of person he was. He was not someone you would trust when it came to ensuring his own safety. 

  Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept you off your feet, sending you flying towards the ceiling. Megumi stared at the scene unfolding before him, shocked as the cursed spirit charged towards you, ready to kick you down onto the ground, the impact surely breaking more than just a few bones.

  “Nue!” Megumi ordered as his shikigami flew towards your rescue, saving you from the nasty foot of the cursed spirit. 

  “Fushiguro!” You called out, “Thank you!” Clinging onto the back of Nue, you tried to create a shadow out of the broken pieces of a chair and have them slice through the cursed spirit. That didn’t cause much damage as the cursed spirit managed to recover from the wounds you had inflicted. You needed to find a stronger object with a clear shadow if you wanted any shot of killing that thing. Megumi’s Divine Dog was busy trying to attack the cursed spirit on the ground while he summoned more of his shikigami frogs to try and restrain the cursed spirit.

  You suddenly had an idea. “Fushiguro! Let me borrow your shadows for a while!”   Megumi stared at you in confusion, before watching as his shikigamis’ and his own shadow leaving his body and standing on its own, ready to attack the cursed spirit. Double the army, double the chances. You hopped down from Nue and stood beside Megumi, waiting to attack together when the time was right.

  “Do you think it's alright to attack now?” You asked, watching the cursed spirit fighting the tongues of Megumi’s shikigamis and your shadows. Megumi’s Divine Dog and your shadows seemed to be putting up a good fight as well, jumping and attacking at all the right times. 

  “3…” Megumi began.

  “2..” You continued.

  “1!” The both of you shouted in unison before charging up your cursed energy and getting ready to fist fight that creature to exorcise it. Megumi stood behind it while you stood in front, ready to throw a punch at the same time as Megumi.

  The one part of the cursed spirit that wasn’t restrained was its mouth, and it used it to their advantage. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind appeared and swept you off your feet, sending you flying towards a wall. Your shadows all frozen, as you had stopped controlling them due to you being shocked at the surprise attack which caused your mind to blank out. 

  “Shit!” You cursed softly, trying to regain your composure and control over your shadows, forming them all into one huge ball of shadows to defend yourself from the upcoming attack from the cursed spirit. It was going to kick you into a wall, sending a bone shattering attack that has a really good chance at killing you. Your shadow ball wasn’t going to come to your aid so soon, you could watch as the foot of the cursed spirit came closer and closer to you. You squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the dreadful impact.

  Only for your eyes to open when you felt something wrapping itself to your waist and forcefully pulling you away. The next thing you know, you were inside one of Megumi’s shikigami frogs. “Thanks Fushiguro!” You thanked him for his rescue effort before crawling out of the frog and getting back on your feet.

  The cursed spirit did not seem to be backing down any time soon. Megumi once again tried to restrain the cursed spirit but it had seen through your tricks. It grabbed the tongue of one of the frogs and began to swing it towards you. The sudden move had caught you completely off guard as you tried to avoid getting hit, but the swing was simply too fast for you to avoid. The cursed spirit seemed hell bent on slamming you against a wall, and it achieved just that. Megumi could not dispel his frogs in time, nor were you able to jump out of the way in time, resulting in a bone shattering and wall breaking smash.

  “Ah!” You screamed, feeling the impact as your body fell weakly onto the concrete floor. Pieces of the wall fell down, landing around you. It was a stroke of luck that none had managed to land a hit on the back of your head. 

  “Y/n!” Megumi shouted while trying to fend for himself against the enemy. 

  This had to be your hardest battle to date. Was the spirit really a grade 2?

  The cursed spirit now had its attention on a panicked Megumi. You looked up and saw that he had summoned Max Elephant. The gush of water filled the room, making you drown and scrambling about for air. It wasn’t because you could not swim, you were just too weak to move.

  “Fushiguro!” You yelled, watching as the cursed spirit moved, barely affected by the water. Megumi gritted his teeth and tried to have Max Elephant stomp on it as his frogs held the cursed spirit in place. 

  You tried to manipulate the shadow of Max Elephant so that there would be more attacks being given to the cursed spirit. Your body was still weakened from the smash and your shoulder was bleeding. It hadn’t escaped Megumi’s view, he looked worried about your injuries. 

  The cursed spirit punched a hole in one of the walls, allowing for the water to escape. The sudden current had foiled Megumi’s plans to squash the cursed spirit as he was now being swept away. You were too. Megumi had to dispel his shikigamis just in case one of them hit him in the process of being swept away. You tried to swim your way out of it but the current was too strong. The cursed spirit remained unaffected and sent a kick towards Megumi, kicking him towards a wall as it did to you previously.

  “Fushiguro!” You screamed in panic, your eyes switching from Megumi and the cursed spirit. 

  You forced yourself on your feet, while slowly questioning if the curse was indeed a grade 2. There was just no way. You managed to barely stand on your own legs before making a run for it, running behind the cursed spirit as it focused on attacking Megumi. You had to help him somehow… You saw how Megumi was struggling physically from being attacked over and over… The cursed spirit seemed to view Ten Shadows as a bigger threat than your shadow manipulation. 

  Megumi looked like he was at his limit with his strength as he stood, “With this treasure… I–”

  “Domain Expansion – Phantom illusion!” You announced, not realising that Megumi was in the process of summoning one of his shikigamis. 

  Your domain was much less underdeveloped than Megumi’s, so using it was a huge gamble. The shadows around began to come together, you still have a long way to go before mastering the guaranteed kill aspect of it. For now, all you could manage was blending, morphing the shadows however you liked. Now, you just wanted to make all of the shadows large enough to take on the cursed spirit. This had to end as soon as possible, you were worried that Megumi would be unable to handle it any longer. The cursed spirit seemed stunned at the sudden domain as Megumi watched on, preparing to summon his own domain in case yours collapsed, you could see the concerned look on Megumi’s face. He knew your domain was a lot underdeveloped and using it at your current state could just drain your body. You knew that using your domain had risks, but right now, you simply don’t care. The giant and buff shadows you had combined and morphed from Megumi’s shikigamis began to attack the cursed spirit, giving it no chance to return any attack. At last, it was finally losing a fight. The cursed spirit was finally weakened and brought to the ground, as you deliver a final punch, filled with as much cursed energy as you could muster up. The cursed spirit could only let out a screech before dissolving into dust, disappearing from sight. Your domain was also gone.

  Your breaths became even more irregular, unable to relax. Your knees gave in as you heard Megumi screaming your name. “Y/n?! Damn it…” The panic in his voice was something that could be easily missed if it was not for the fact that you had always paid more attention to the things Megumi said to you. 

  You and Megumi barely managed to leave, both too weakened by the fight to move like a proper human. You and Megumi could only hold on to each other for support, but the both of you having the equal amount of strength and being on the verge of collapsing was not a good sign. Mr Ijichi stared at the state of both you and Megumi, confused and worried. He had not expected that the both of you would seem so worn out by a fight against a grade 2. You were not even sure if it was a real grade 2 at this point. It still got exorcised before the deaths of you and Megumi anyway. 

  “I’ll send the both of you to Ieiri right now!” Said Mr Ijichi as he quickly ushered the both of you into the car that drove the both of you to this hell of a mission. 

  You leaned against the comfort of the seat, glad that the mission was finally over. You clutched your bleeding arm, finally allowing the pain to show on your face. Perhaps it was the domain expansion weakening you to the point where your body just does not seem to be able to handle it. Megumi watched in worry, seeing how your eyes remained closed and your breathing sounded pained. 

  “How much longer?” Megumi asked, doing his best to mask the worry that coated itself in every word he said. 

  Mr Ijichi took a while to respond, but his answer was not one you had liked to hear. “It might take a while. Ieiri is busy at the moment, she’s trying to rush over.” 

  You could hear a sigh coming from Megumi as he tried to rest. “Fushiguro, you alright?” You decided to ask despite feeling like you could just collapse any moment. 

  “Y/n, I am fine, go and take some rest,” he replied, his voice suddenly sounding softer than usual. Perhaps he was tired as well. Maybe he needed the rest he was telling you about.

  You could only muster up a smile before telling him to rest as well, seeing as the both of you had really needed it. It seemed to humour you that Megumi was telling you to rest when he needed it as well. 

  It took a while to arrive at your new destination, Mr Ijichi slowly guided the both of you into the place where Ms Ieiri worked. She was still nowhere to be seen, meaning that she had to be living quite the distance away. Mr Ijichi led the both of you into a room filled with medical equipment and a few tables in which you assumed were for dead bodies. After that, he quietly closed the door behind him as he took a long, and important call outside. 

  Your arm was still bleeding out, you noticed some of Megumi’s wounds bleeding out as well. You had no idea when Ms Ieiri was going to arrive to use her reversed cursed technique. You had no idea if you could hang on with your shoulder any longer. Your eyes darted about and landed on a box of first aid. 

  “Do you need it?” Megumi asked, noticing your sight landing on the red box that remained in the cabinet high up. “I… think I can reach it.”

  You nodded, signalling for him to retrieve the box. It was high, but for a boy his height, it was no issue. He could retrieve it with ease. You could try and retrieve it if it was not for the fact that your shoulder was too much of an issue to reach for something high up. “Thanks Fushiguro,” you sent him a small smile as you tried to take the box from him when he was walking back.

  “I don’t think you can fix your shoulder like this,” said Megumi, sitting down beside you. He motioned for you to turn and face him as he opened up the first aid kit. 

  “Seriously Fushiguro, i can handle this,” You replied, reaching your hand towards the box. Megumi blocked your hands as his eyes looked up, before his whole face turned to look at you. “Let me do it Y/n,” he requested. Though it did not sound like you had any choice. 

  “Fine,” you had no choice but to give in to Megumi. 

  His hands gently gripped onto your arm, trying to examine the severity of your injury. “Do you mind if I… rip your sleeves?” Megumi asked, looking at your sleeve, which was already slightly ripped. You nodded, it was already ripped anyway, what was the harm in a bigger rip? 

  The sound of your sleeve being torn apart was the only sound that filled the room. Silence was exchanged between you and Megumi, neither of you being interested in breaking the silence. His gentle, yet firm grip was the only thing you could feel on your skin. The way his fingers glided smoothly… Megumi slowly wiped the dry blood from your shoulders as you could only watch him do his work. You could feel every movement made by the cotton as the dried blood was slowly leaving the surface of your skin. You could feel your heart thumping against your chest. Every beat was made clear to you, the sound loud and vibrant. You could only look away from Megumi as you began to feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

  “Y/n, why?” Megumi suddenly asked, his eyes shifting away from your wounded shoulders to meet your avoiding eyes. 

  The question came out of nowhere and you finally turned to face Megumi and his question. “Why what?”

  He took in a deep breath, his calm demeanour almost causing you to overthink the situation. Your mind began to run through various scenarios of potential words that could spill out of Megumi’s mouth, each more ridiculous than the last. You almost cracked up a smile in front of him. 

  “Why did you use your domain?” He finally asked, “You knew it was a huge gamble.”   You shrugged with your good shoulder, “It still worked right? We’re still alive.” You just hoped that it was a good enough answer to drive Megumi’s curiosity away for the time being. 

  “Your injury looks way worse than it should be,” Megumi explained. “You knew the risks, yet you still did it.”   You sighed before answering, “What other choice did we have?”

  Megumi shot you a disappointed look before continuing his interrogation, “I could use mine.”

  “You didn’t look like you were going to,” You explained. “Didn’t you look like you were going to summon a shikigami?” 

  Megumi stayed silent as you spoke, not knowing how to answer. He looked away, eyes returning to the first aid kit. “That's different. It was better than summoning your domain. Look at the state you are in now!” The panic in his voice was slowly beginning to show itself. It was different from his usual calm demeanour. 

  “Fushiguro,” You began. “Are you worried for me now?” 

  He did not turn to face you, instead, he took out the medication he was looking for and poured the necessary amount onto the cotton. “You ready?” He asked. “This will hurt. I don’t know when Ms Ieiri will arrive so this will have to do for now.”

  “You didn’t answer my question,” You answered. “Come on Fushiguro.”

  Megumi remained silent as he applied the medication on your wound. You could only wince in pain as your question went ignored. The stinging feeling only remained as your curiosity lingered in the air. The only sounds were of you wincing at the pain, while Megumi silently attended to you. No more words of value were exchanged after that. You could still feel his gentle grip on your arm as he patiently tended to your wound. Your mind wondered about, thinking about Megumi’s potential answer to your question. Your gaze remained on Megumi, his focused face, tending to you. It didn’t seem like Ms Ieiri was going to arrive anytime soon. 

  “Megumi…” you muttered, not realising that you had just called him by his name. 

  He turned his head around to face you, hearing what you had just called him. He was both surprised and confused. His hands paused mid action, his entire focus had just been shifted. You did not even realise what you had just done. Your gaze still remained fixed on him, while his gaze too, was transfixed on you. The effect that a name could cause…

  “What's wrong?” You asked, still not realising what you did. 

  Megumi turned away, ignoring the events that had just transpired, “I thought I heard something…”

  “You still haven’t answered my question. Are you really worried for me? When I casted my domain?” You asked, leading to Megumi once again stopping mid action just to look up at you.

  “Why do you want to know?” He asked.

  It was your turn to remain silent now, scrambling about in your brain to figure out a proper answer. You wondered why, why did you want to know. Was the simple reason of just wanting to know enough? You wonder…

  “Well I know what I am doing. It worked out fine,” You replied. “I just don’t get why you’re so worried.” 

  Megumi’s face seemed to contort into dismay when he heard your answer. It seemed as though your recklessness with your actions shocked him over and over. “You knew the risks, and you took it. It could have gone horribly wrong! You could’ve asked for me to use mine…” He tried to keep the usual cool in his voice, but anyone could just tell that something was off with him.

  “Fushiguro…” You muttered. “I am fine.”

  Neither of you had seemed to realise that Megumi still had his grip on your arm, the soft feeling of the skin to skin contact remained lost in the tension that was filling the scene. Megumi does not seem to back down, and you have no idea how to retaliate and stand your ground.

  “What if you died? What will happen? What will I do then?!” Megumi shot out. It was a rare moment to see someone like him break his demeanour. His usual calm demeanour was rarely ever broken. “I can’t afford to see someone like you die…”   “Someone… like me?” You repeated his words. “What… does that… mean?”   Megumi turned away once again, his grip finally loosening on your arm. He took a deep breath before finally answering your question. “You… are a nice person,” he said, his gaze failing to meet yours, leading to you wondering just exactly what that had meant.

  “Fushiguro, look at me,” You demanded. When he still refused, you lifted his chin up to face you. “I said look at me, Fushiguro Megumi. There's more to what you said, isn't there?” You asked.

  “No,” Megumi replied, “It’s as simple as that.”

  The both of you knew that the answer was not true. There was more to it than Megumi was letting on.

  “I know you did not use your domain just because it was a last resort,” Megumi began. “Because if that was the case, you would have used it against finger curses when we encountered them for the first time.”   You sighed, “Why are we arguing about this?” You asked.

  “You need answers and I need mine too,” Megumi answered, his tone returning to his usual casual tone.

  “Why do you need them so bad?” You asked, your tone was beginning to slowly sound inpatient as the conversation went on.

  “The same reason why you want to know?” Megumi replied, still trying to keep his calm demeanour. 

  “It's because I like you idiot!”   Silence.

  Even more silence…

  The sudden eerie wave of silence that just washed over was dreadful. Megumi stared at you with a blank, yet surprised expression. He was not expecting the sudden confession out of nowhere. It had caught him completely off guard as he tried to find a way to respond to that.

  All you wanted to do was to just crawl into a hole and never see the light of the day again. It was all you ever wanted at this very moment. It was embarrassing, why did you say that? Why did you say it without even thinking? You were such an idiot. Now that Megumi knew… what was going to happen?

  While drowning in your sea of embarrassment, you did not seem to realise that the distance between both you and Megumi had been decreased. Courtesy of Megumi himself. Your noses were already touching when you realised, his hands glazed your cheeks in a swift second, bringing you into a quick kiss the next, before quickly ending it and pulling himself away. It was a mere second, yet the soft and tender lips on yours almost felt like an eternity. Did… Fushiguro Megumi just… kiss you? There was no way. 

  You turned to look at Megumi, who was shying away from his actions previously. He had no idea why he even did that, but he did and there was no turning back now. He had just shown you his answer to your confession. What does this mean now?   “Megumi?” You gently tapped on his shoulder. 

  He turned around slowly, his face as pink as ever. Before Megumi could even realise anything, you leaned in for another kiss, holding his face. Your eyes remained closed, savouring every second that you had. You could feel Megumi’s hands slowly going up your arm and into your hands, slowly becoming intertwined. You did not know how long it took you to pull away, you did not want to pull away at all. All you wanted was just to stay right here, with him.

  “Y/n…” Megumi began. Now it was your turn to have your cheeks flushed with heat and embarrassment. You could only break the gaze that the both of you shared mere moments before.

  “Well…” You added. “So we feel the same way about each other huh.”

  The sound of the door sliding sent the both of you into shock as Ms Ieiri stepped in. “Feel the same way about what?” She asked. You and Megumi exchanged a look before you answered that it was nothing, though a part of you had the feeling that Ms Ieiri Shoko knew just what had happened.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Brandon/Riven, Ogron/Gantlos and Duman/Anagan for ship bingo? 👀

Go off bestie, send me three, be wild be free. They're in the order you asked them, might need a click to see them better.

Brandon x Riven:

I know exactly what you're doing. Asking me something I don't have a permit for. Setting me up for failure. Anyway, I've never heard of that ship before, idk how popular it is generally, but it doesn't sound too bad. I say as I look over my shoulder cautiously. I'd like to know what a shipper of them has to say, tell me what their appeal is and I will hear you out with activated ears.

Ogron x Gantlos:

They are my dads, my evil gay wizard dads. They make sense and I appreciate them a lot. Just so genuinely unproblematic, idc what the comics and books decided to do after season 4. Gantlos is not Ogron's lackey, they're equals and love each other very much. Don't make me bring up the train scene again istg- If the reboot makes them related, I don't think I'll ever recover. That's a very cursed fear I've been living with ever since it first came out the wizards are coming back.

Duman x Anagan:

I have said it several times before and I will never stop saying it. They are twice married, thrice divorced. "That is my worst enemy" (affectionate). Yes they bicker constantly because they are soooo sick of each other after centuries, but if you think they can last more than a few weeks apart you'd be WRONG. Even if you only view them platonically, they still work. This is a dog & cat duo and I'm tired of pretending they're not.

[gojonanami]

Sabby! I noticed you've offered tips for aspiring writers to post their content in other platforms... Ever considered making a separate list for writing tips?

I love your work and ISTG, your Prof. Geto makes me want to lean on Yuta more now 😭

Former Geto gurlie is now into curse kisser yuta now

I never thought about it but I can if people would want that! If people have writing questions, feel free to ask them 💕🥹

Aww thank you babe 🥹💕 lmao apparently a lot of people are into yuta haha

[cat-mentality]

Ooh federation intervention isn't something I thought about, there are a lot of admins online today so I could see that!! I would love for them to bring him back changed somehow. That might be how Fits lore is going to go too - my guesses for Fit so far are either losing his memory and/or discovering that the source of his dreams lives on another island 👀 I think his lore is closely tied to the overall server changes that Quackity has been hinting towards for the new year. So maybe they'll fit forevers lore in with that somehow?? (And Pac... my poor guy 😭 the trauma never ends for him istg)

The 1/3 and 2/3 stream titles are gripping me!!! A three part arc signifies some type of conclusive ending to me and it's going to be SO good. I don't see him being freed either, unless there are radical changes this stream. It feels like too much of a downward spiral rn 😞💔

Enjoy your socializing today!!! I will be glued to the stream live to get the English translations from Pierre's mod 😭😭

Not to sound even more delusional but the Federation does have a history of messing up with cloning and people's memories so yeah I can think of them taking Mr President to be a test subject (again)

I saw that theory that Fit may end up reverting back to the 2b2t mentality and BOY that has been living rent free in my mind ever since, I have not forgotten that Quackity has been hitting at the existence of another Islands either, I do think they could be related too. They are all cooking so much I'm so excited.

(Pac keep being collateral damage in everyone's fucking lore omfg, it's like he is cursed to be the tragic character in everyone's story)

Also!!!! What the fuck is this thing.

It's sentient that's for sure, but did it ever have its own body? I originally thought it was Black Cucurucho possessing him but like..... It doesn't make that much sense since Black Cucurucho is already on the Island now, I'm so fucking confused and so excited to know what is going on with Forever and how exactly they can save him.

Thank you! I can watch a bit of the stream so that at least I wouldn't be dying of curiosity for too long lmao

[le-trash-prince]

Only Friends Episode 11 Thoughts

Not sure how I’m feeling about this episode y’all. There’s a lot that’s up in the air for me atm, so it largely depends on how ep 12 goes.

First of all, look I knew I was delusional about TopMewBoeing, I said I was delusional, and I don’t give a shit, I’m still gonna keep shipping them regardless of endgame status. They’re cute as hell and Mew being mean to Boeing and reading him for filth did things to me 😭

I’m just gonna make a separate post about BostonNick coz I have a lot of stuff to process LMFAO

Mew continues to be the king of vagueness and backtracking on things he’s said but not really because he still means it. 👑 I don’t particularly dislike him, I feel for him, but being friends with him would be a nightmare for my austistic ass coz I really need him to be more straightforward with what he wants

Boeing throwing himself at anyone who will make eye contact is what I love in a blorbo. One of the couples needs to adopt this man istg I always fall for characters who show up in the final act and end up ALONE and it drives me crazy.

Boeing’s back is SO FIT

Honestly this episode was so lowkey and drama-free it made me nervously uncomfortable. Episode 11 curse who?? TopMew reconciliation cuddles, Ray trying to get his life together and making solid plans for the future, Boston wanting to be boyfriends with Nick, Atom not even getting skinned alive??? I’m gonna spend a week waiting for the other shoe to drop

Atom got way less than he deserved tho fr this boy arguably did the shittiest thing in the show and he doesn’t even get tossed in the pool? Not even a little tiny murder attempt??? Not even a slap????? Not even someone sending that boy’s personal info to Jehovah’s Witness so they could haunt him the rest of his life??? I’m honestly disappointed in this—I’M SURE IT’S A SIGN OF CHARACTER GROWTH THAT ALL THESE PEOPLE ARE TIRED OF DRAMA BUT IT’S NOT WHAT *I* WANT TO SEE

Sand calling Boeing Boe 🥺🥺🥺

I can’t believe the episode cut off where it did I have never screamed that much at a cliffhanger SHAKING MY FIST IF THEY DON’T DELIVER ON AT LEAST SOME THREESOME MAKEOUTS I SWEAR TO GOD

I’ve got a big family wedding this weekend so who knows when I’ll be able to watch ep 12 pray for me 🙃

[ladyfanatics]

01/11/23

me and my ex-best friend are friends again!! i’m so happy omg. and also her bsf aren’t friends anymore, since like 2 weeks. tomorrow, i have art class, and i’m not stressed. also the most awkward interaction happened to me today. i’m so embarrassed it’s not funny omd 😭. ok so sometimes, i just stare at people, not to be mean but my eyes wonder. anyways this dude told me to stop talking to him cuz i’m only in 9th grade, and he’s in the 11th. i was like how old are you ? and he’s like oh i’m 16, and i was like wow ur old! as a JOKKEEE istg. he got offended and he tells me “well don’t talk to me then 😒” i tell him i’m joking and i leave cuz wtf do you want me to do atp? ugh people are so ODD 😭 i had to look up embarrassing stories to make myself feel better. anyways, the whole school practically knows who i like at this point! wanna know because of who? my supposed friend. my (best?) friend and i were talking about her cousin again, and discussing his hoes and (manyyy) exes, and she suddenly drops the bomb on me, that during our free period, my friend (lola) had told one of the dude’s hoes that i liked him, and the hoe’s friend was there and ended up telling her 💀. obviously, i was mad. because WHY are you telling people. i lowkey cursed her out… ok yeah, that wasn’t a good idea, i do regret it. but ugh seriously? what a low blow. when i asked her about it (let’s be fr!), she told me that she didn’t and everyone already knew anyways. (also what kind of answer is that) now i’m confused, who should i believe? anyways, more boy talk cuz i can and will, period! today, i had gym class (he’s in it) and i was playing volleyball with some people, him included. (let’s call him luis) but i was so bored. i got annoyed with how boring it was, and left. we could choose what to do, so i walked around, before deciding to play basketball with some dudes. one of them, is especially touchy. during the game, he’d grab my arms and push me with it. aka, simple play fighting. but obviously, i don’t like him. i like luis 😩. anyways, luis and his friend leave to play badminton or wtv. while i’m busy playing (fr!) i see him coming over to play. i ask him what team he’s in, he says “yours”. btw, i suck at basketball, i was only there cuz i was bored. anyways, even though i was in his team, he kept making me go around him for the ball. he’d laugh and say stuff like “come catch the ball from me”. then, for like the first time ever, i manage to do a actual pass. excitedly, i yell out to no one “i did it!”. i raise my arms up, as i walk towards his direction. and he catches my hand and close his hands on it. at the end of the class, i’m dying. he asks me if i’m okay, while covering my shoulder with his hand. i almost died… then, in english class, he kept asking me to switch places with the girl he was sitting next to. i kept telling luis i would, but i never did. for some reason, someone had stolen my assigned seat?? i had to sit next to his cousin (same girl who told me lola told that bitch’s friend) he kept gesturing that he wanted that girl sitting next to him OUTTT, and me there instead. and when me and my friends were walking out of school, he smiled at me but i didn’t notice (soon after that the awkward interaction happened) anyways, i still think he doesn’t like me. apparently he’s getting back with his ex? i’m totally reading too much into his behaviour. i don’t think i spoke about this, but yesterday, we were sitting next to each other in our free period, and he asked me if he could take a picture of me. i asked why, and he said “for my brother”. naïve as i am, i believed him. so i took his phone and took a selfie (i looked fat in it 😢) then i was like, what’s your brother’s account? he goes to a DIFFERENT account and that’s when i realize i’m stupid, and he sent that to his friend. he then asks me to walk him to his locker to meet his brother. HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE ONE? so i walked him to his locker for nothing 😞. i think that’s it. goodnight

[totheidiot]

OKAY SO. death note. death note. death note. where to begin. well. like most animes, it started off as a manga (which i read only the first two chapters of) and then it got an anime adaptation. became insanely popular like it's one of the Big Names and for good reason too BECAUSE. it's so. GOOD. it will change your life.

so the plot of death note is basically. this really smart 17 year teenager guy with a very strong sense of justice gets this magic notebook dropped to him. anyone whose name you write in the notebook will die, you just need to know their name and face. well he uses that notebook he writes the names of criminals because like i said, he has a strong sense of justice and he thinks the world is rotten and that it needs fixing and with that notebook he is killing the "evil people." he wants to create a world that is free of injustice and only as people who he thinks is good and honest and he is going to be the god of this new world. and he is going to achieve that by writing the names of people he thinks are evil and unjust.

after that, it's just his attempts to create this world of his, trying to eliminate anyone who stands in his way. it's got the obvious themes of justice and morality and human nature, whether the ends justify the means and all of that stuff. there is no clear line of good and evil and morals are subjective and power is corrupting and people will inevitably die, most obviously.

the anime adaptation has 37 episodes while the manga has 108 chapters. even though there's only one season, i would say that it's kind of split into two. 1-25 is the first one where light is 17-18 and then 26-37 episode light is 23 years old after a five year timeskip and he has different opponents to worry about. so many people say that the second part is lacking and uninteresting but that is really for you to decide because i Loved both parts so much (granted, a huge part of why i like the second part so much is because. mikami. i am in love with mikami. and he is only in the last like five episodes of the anime)

NOW. bad parts. treatment towards female characters. that is the big one. truly is a product of its time, that shit did not pass the bechdel test. the women are poorly written, like they have such interesting foundations. misa for example. oh my God misa. misa is a special type of character to me, she is me. i am misa. she represents such a big part of me, her unconditional and almost toxic love and how it stems from her grief and her loss. she is me. but God the anime will reduce her down to this vapid and giggling girl whose only thing is that she is obsessed with light. HOW DOES IT EVEN DO THAT HUH it has the fact established that misa is ruthless and merciless and quite frankly, very intelligent. she is such a tragic character who has been through so much AND YOU WOULD THINK THAT IT WOULD PLAY AM IMPACT ON HER BEHAVIOR AND THE WAY SHE WCTS. but no. it's never explored again.

death note just does that a lot, not only with female characters but for any character. it will introduce a really cool facet about a character and then. never choose to explore it or elaborate it ever again. it's so annoying sometimes ugh.

but yes big flaw is treatment of female characters. YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE A FEMALE CHARACTER IN THE DEATH NOTE UNIVERSE. you will be used by light yagami and your whole arc will be about him and your character will not be explored at all. istg i am not even joking, i am pretty sure every female character's arc in dn has been about a man except for rem (love her to bits). so yeah. the curse of being a woman in 2000s media.

trigger warnings. obvious ones sre violence murder snd death. lots of blood. there is a weird scene where misa is like bound with a lot of straps which. was uncomfortable. there is suicide in it, one is pretty implied and the other is like. lots of blood and all of that. it's not sexually explicit except for like street harassment and light reads this soft porn magazine to be seen as less suspicious, the woman in the magazine just have underwear on

also. it's like not as gay as people make it out to be but at the same time, it's so so so gay. so gay. so gay you will not believe it. there is actually canon lesbianism where this monster lady is in love with misa (the manga has this stupid comphet thing where it's like "oh, it's not actually like THAT. they are both female it's not like actual love-" like stfu. rem is gay for misa.). also. light and L. fucking beyond gay, i have friends who know about the homosexuality of lawlight but have never watched death note. they are canonically handcuffed together at point. the feet washing scene. you have fucking. mikami. who is obsessed with light and is paralleled to misa so many times, misa being light's actual love interest.

funny to me is that the writer of death note is kind of actually homophobic. and he is like super mad about death note yaoi. which is like. bro . you have this misogynistic piece of work. a brief scene where two male characters does so much as glance at each other will have more depth and emotional charge than a female character and her arc. IF YOU WANT PEOPLE TO NOT SHIP ANIME'S MOST COMPELLING DYNAMIC, THEN MAYBE. DON'T HATE WOMEN. AND WRITE ACTUALLY GOOD STRAIGHT ROMANCE SUBPLOTS.

okay rant over. watch death note, it's really peak fiction. got many of the most compelling characters ever written. it's free on youtube for free (just the sub) and it's on netflix, amazon prime, tubi, hulu all of that. just start from episode 1 and if you have any questions, let me know !!! and if you decide to watch it, PLEASE LIVE BLOG REACTIONS

you have got me mildly interested in death note what do i do now . ar i a n

. ELABORATE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. HOW DID I GET YOU INTERESTED IN DEATH NOTE . WHAT PARTS ARE YOU INTERESTED IN . TELL ME .

[disgustingtoast]

pretty please? [e. munson]

A/N: if I have to post this pos one more time istg lmao

summary: your boyfriend is stubborn and you're annoying enough to convince him to do anything

wc: 1k (kinda short but whatevs)

warnings: it gets steamy? I guess? literally a smidge of a crumb of sexual tension. that's it. some swearing and probably a couple grammar errors I missed.

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It’s moments like this that you realize despite his open-mindedness and charm, your boyfriend still has a mindset that is painfully male. You feel your right eyelid twitch in irritation as you stare at Eddie who’s found refuge on the other side of his mattress. Standing opposite to him, your stance is almost predatory and you swear a flicker of muted fear flits across his face.

He raises his hands in an effort to placate the mounting tension in the air. “Now hold on sweetheart.” Your fingers tighten around the object in your hand so hard that your knuckles pull taut against the bone beneath and Eddie’s eyes dart to them before his Adam's apple bobs.

“Just once Eddie.” One menacing step forward from you has Eddie stepping back a bit despite the bed between you. “That’s all I’m asking.”

His dark curls swing wildly from side to side as he shakes his vehemently. “Never.”

“It’s not like anyone else is going to see you beside me! Plus plenty of the bands you listen to do it! I thought you worshipped Black Sabbath.”

He points an accusatory finger at you. “Don’t bring Ozzy into this.”

You don’t acknowledge it but the way he’d been shifting to the right the entire time you'd been talking hadn't slipped by you. He now has a straight shot for the door directly behind you. All he has to do is get past you and he's home free. The next moment is silent but you don’t need words to convey the challenge flashing in your eyes. His gaze slides from yours to the door and then back again. After another second of tense eye contact, his shoulders stiffen minutely and his whole body veers to the side just barely. You’re already moving when he starts to bolt. He doesn’t make it far because as soon as he crosses into your side of the room you lunge for him. Your momentum sends you both tumbling backward into the mattress and Eddie releases a startled yelp as the air is knocked out of him.

You scramble to get the upper hand as Eddie’s shock wears off. He’s wriggling like mad and cursing like a sailor but you somehow manage to pin him down by placing each of your thighs on either side of his hips and squeezing. Your hands are wrapped around his wrists and holding them firmly above his head. Both of your chests are heaving and the boy beneath you’s cheeks are tinted pink and crumpled from the smirk curling his lips. A chain dangles from your neck, weighed down by one of Eddie’s rings and it brushes against the fabric of his shirt. For a moment the only thing you can focus on is how bright his eyes are shining and the mirth swimming in their irises. He glances down at your lips and you have to fight the urge to bite back a smile. The way the atmosphere of the room shifts is nearly suffocating and everything suddenly feels too hot. Teasingly you dip your head downward. His reaction is immediate, lifting his head to meet you in the middle but he never makes it. Instead, you deviate and press your lips to the apple of his cheek. Before he can complain you lean further and whisper against his ear. “Let me put eyeliner on you.”

A groan rips from his throat and his head is flopping backward, sending his hair in all directions. You bark out a laugh at the face he’s making. He starts to writhe again, aiming to buck you off, but there’s no vigor behind it. After struggling for a couple of seconds to no avail he goes limp and squints his eyes in disdain. “Why do you want me to wear eyeliner so badly?”

“You’ve been so adamant about not wearing it.”

His agitation is almost tangible. “That’s it?”

You never miss a chance to be utterly irritating so you pretend to ponder it for a moment. “I saw Mick Jagger with eyeliner once on MTV and he was totally hot.”

“Now I’m definitely not wearing it, you twerp!” He scowls and you roll your eyes.

You finally resort to your big guns. Good, old-fashioned, puppy dog eyes. “Please? Just once. I won’t bother you about it again.” This time it's Eddie who rolls his eyes, both of you knowing that's a load of shit.

Seeing that you were clearly not going to be giving up anytime soon Eddie sighs in resignation and huffs out a non-committal, “Fine.”

He watches as you release his hands and dance in triumph- at least as best you can while still being situated on his lap- and smiles in adoration. He’s still smiling when you press a messy kiss to his lips and it has your teeth bumping together but neither of you mind. With a shove against his shoulder, you have him falling backward again from where he’d been sitting up slightly and uncap the eyeliner you’d had in your hand for the past ten minutes. Not that Eddie knows what eyeliner is supposed to look like but the freshly sharpened tip of the pencil has him wondering if you’d been planning this. Your free hand not holding the makeup grips the sides of his face, squeezing his cheeks together and pursing his lips so you have an easier time maneuvering him. The unimpressed look he gives you makes you grin, “This won’t take long.”

You weren’t lying. He’d only been laying there for no less than five minutes but your boyfriend happened to be a wiry, easily bored doofus who couldn’t sit still so to him it felt like ages. After scolding him a couple of times for moving you’d given up and ended up manhandling his head into angles where you could smear the dark pigment around his eyes. The whole process ended up being a lot less romantic than the scenario you’d originally imagined but to say the whole thing was worth it was a severe understatement.

You sit back and admire your work. Eddie stares up at you with quirked eyebrows, eyes hemmed with onyx, and a somewhat vexed expression- one with no heat- and it has your stomach erupting in butterflies.

Woah.

“So? How do I look?"

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[lunathebee]

THE MOON BOYS REACTING TO HORROR VIDEO GAMES

Warning: none, except cursed words and not 100% proofread 🤷🏻‍♀️

A/n: this is just a silly little idea that I think about so I just have to write it out!

🍓 STEVEN GRANT 🍓

His motto would be "When danger is near, Steven Grant has no fear!" (I can already tell).

Read the instructions out loud and wants to make sure he is doing everything correctly.

Also the type to lean in closer to the screen because "it's too dark" and then gets jumpscared 💀

When he screams, he screams with all his body and might tbh.

I can see the scenario of you making a video with him playing horror games, posting it on the internet for fun and then it blows up because everyone is obsessed with him.

*pressed many random buttons out of fear*

*somehow defeat the monster and even get a new highscore*

"WAGWAN! HAHA YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG PERSON MATE, YOU JUST GOT PLANTED"

I feel like people would want his merch and he would be like "mer- merch? Is that a Latin word?".

Overall, please don't tell him to play horror video games anymore. It's tempting, but he would probably pass out from having heart attacks.

Bonus: Steven would prefer Animal Crossing or puzzle games, you know those type of games like ball sort or move the block? Yea he probably have them in his phone. He is like Sherlock Holmes but in a quirky way

🍓 MARC SPECTOR 🍓

It took him a long time to figure out how to move the protagonist around cuz he refused to read the instructions.

"So what? You just go and kill the evil guy, done" Like no Marc there is a plot-

He isn't that scared like Steven. Marc wouldn't scream, but he would get started.

And say stuff like "Oh shit-"

He is also very competitive and will only quit until he wins. He saw the ghost so many times, to the point if he saw it again he would be like "Not you again, MOVE *shove the ghost away*"

He have dem quick thinking skills so I believe he would try speedrun

Have the most potential out of the moon boys to have the title "gamer bf" 😩😩 His angry looks is 👌👌

Overall I would give Marc a solid 8/10, he is open-minded when it comes to horror video games, people wait for his review whenever a new one got released

Bonus: Marc is an old-fashioned man. He never lets anyone touch his phone because it has Ninja Fruit and he doesn't want to be made fun of 💀💀 I can't blame Marc, he rarely ever uses his phone and just needs to find something entertaining enough for 5-10 min (because that's all the free time he got).

🍓 JAKE LOCKLEY 🍓

How you even convinced him to actually sit down and play the game is a mystery (and a miracle).

He thinks video games are for kids.

Therefore it's pointless to him.

Jake aren't afraid of jumpscare, jumpscare are afraid of him. He is very verbal when he gets started (Spanish mixed with English curses would fill the whole room)

Would definitely run head in to the serial killer on purpose just so he could tell you the game end and he gets to leave 💀 If not then he would just sit and refuse to move the character to go anywhere; it would just stand there.

I can't possibly think of anything else because he is not a fan of horror video games (or any video games).

Overall, not a good experience, do not tell him to sit down and play horror video games (or any games) cuz he will give you a death stare.

Bonus: If Jake ever took an interest in something, it would be racing games, but he need the real deal, like this ⬇️, he won't hold tiny phone.

KHONSU?

Wait what are you doing here?.

You're not in the list.

"I want to try peasant's entertainment".

Khonsu: *look at screen and see the monster* "OH MY, WHAT HORRENDOUS CREATURE IS THAT? IT LOOKS EVEN UGLIER THAN YOU WORM".

You: Istg- 😃😃😃🔪🔪