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bellafragolina · 1 month ago

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Sneaking back into the ask box :>

Submas x Older!sibling who raised them

Older sib has a best friend-kinda-lover, like David and Nani from Lilo and Stitch - someone who was always there and helped Sib with the twins whenever they could.

Finally decide to make things official and tie the knot a few years after the twins move out.

Ingo and Emmet are flabbergasted that it took so long.

ooooh but who shall this lovely lover be??

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You still remember the early days, when things were turned on its head. When your world narrowed so completely, encompassing only two twin souls, and barely anything more. Your boys were your focus, your everything, yet there was always just enough wiggle room to allow Cheren a spot in your heart.

How could he not take space? Not only did the boys love him, but he was always there for you. A dearly beloved friend when others were lost to the distance of their own lives, a reprieve from the ocean of guilt and stress and panic that you were not enough.

You lost count of the nights spent crying in his arms, with the twins asleep just a room over.

"You just relax a bit." Cheren would say to you, with Emmet tugging on his arm and Ingo begging to see his Haxorus. "I'll take them to battle the local trainers. We'll be back by dinner. Shall I bring something?"

"I'll make us curry." You would reply, to the cheers of the boys.

It was almost domestic, despite how you were both teenagers just trying to find your place in the world. Cheren found his place easily, unlike you. Running a gym and teaching at the Aspertia Trainer School suited him well, and it made you so proud to see him grow into someone so wonderful.

With all of your attention on the twins, however, you found yourself fairly stagnated in life. Cheren did his best, with the help of Ingo and Emmet both, but you were firmly in place. You worked hard at what jobs you could find, saved money, got the twins through school.

But as they also achieved their dreams, you stayed where you were.

"Go out." Emmet pushed you towards the door, still dressed in his work uniform. The green uniforms were not your favorite, but he was so happy with it, so you said nothing. "Be social. You are a hermit."

"Emmet." Ingo groaned, as you started to cross your arms. "Please."

"I am Emmet. I am right."

Ingo turned to you instead. "Please, go out and enjoy yourself. You worked so hard to raise us, but you never lived for yourself."

"That's not true." You argued, though a part of you deep down, one buried beneath responsibility and pride, raged that it was true. You hadn't had much of an identity since you became the sole caretaker of your brothers. "I've done plenty of living. Just because you were there too-"

"Cheren is here." Emmet piped up. You spun around, surprised to see the man stood in the entryway. "Tell them they're a hermit."

Cheren cocked a brow his way. "Can you blame them? Dealing with you leaves anyone exhausted." Emmet blew a raspberry, striding off back into the house. "Fix your tie!"

Emmet just blew a louder raspberry.

"Good evening, Cheren!" Ingo greeted happily. "Please take care of them!"

"Excuse me!?" You shouted, but you were ignored.

"I will." Cheren nodded. "I'll make sure they relax. Maybe we can find a Pokémon for them."

"My starter is fine."

"If you want to battle with us, you need a proper team." Ingo argued immediately. "Emmet and I have jobs now! We can afford another few Pokémon in the house."

"But-"

"Please!" He begged, clasping his hands before him. "Please. . ."

It wasn't often Ingo was at a loss for words, but as his mouth opened and closed, brows furrowed and face tinted red, you found yourself speechless as well. Cheren's hand found your shoulder, but you didn't look at him.

Not when your world was so upset over you not going out.

Your fight left you with a heavy sigh. "Fine. . ." Ingo lit up, bouncing on his toes. "You're in charge."

"UNFAIR!" Emmet shouted from nearby, but you ignored him.

"Lock up the house once we're gone." You instructed. Ingo nodded and nodded along. "Make sure the dishes are done. There's a load of laundry in the machine, so I'd appreciate it if you moved it over to the dryer while I'm gone."

"Of course!"

"Yep yep, we will handle it."

Cheren leaned down some, sending you a warm smile. "I think they'll manage." You followed the gentle nudge of his hand, and out the door you went. “We’ll be back soon.”

“Leave room for Arceus!” Emmet called after you, only to fold under a sharp elbow to his stomach.

You waved over your shoulder, leaning heavily into Cheren’s side once the door was closed. He rubbed your back, chuckling, and bent down to kiss the top of your head.

“Should we tell them yet?” He asked you.

“As if.” You scoffed. “It’s this bad when they don’t know. I’m not ready for how bad it’ll be when they do know.”

Cheren shrugged, offering his hand to you. You took it easily, sighing as muffled shouts of joy came from the house behind you.

Maybe this could become an all-day event. A little respite from your baby brothers would do you good. And besides, you’d been missing Cheren.

“I want a ground type.” You announced to Cheren, who grinned.

“Let’s go build you a team to crush your brothers.” Cheren agreed. “Together, we’ll show them why they’re not Subway Bosses yet.”

You laughed. Today was going to be a good day.

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Ta-da! I was gonna make a whole new OC for the David-character but figured you’d maybe enjoy Cheren instead? Hope you do!

Love ya!

~Renee

#cheren x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #Weehoo

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se-agapo-skywalker · 9 months ago

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Silence at the Cliffs of Dawn

Celebrating one year of the blog 🥳

CW: age gap (dilf!Luke Skywalker), finger (cybernetic) sucking, oral sex (f! and m! receiving; blowjob/face sitting/69ing)

WC: 3.5k

"...All I ever do is make myself unlikable. You know that," Luke says, "Why do you even bother staying?"

The two of you are laying down in his bed, pressed together tightly to avoid accidentally pushing the other off the already small space--how you managed to convince Luke to let you sleep with him, you have no idea... Of course, you did sleep with him. Your current state of undress is evidence of that; in a move showcasing a rare display of his kindness, he allowed you to hog the majority of the blanket while he chose to rely on the warmth of his nightclothes.

Propping your head up on the pillow, you look at Luke and frown.

"I don't think you do it on purpose... for the most part, anyway," you tease. He raises an unamused eyebrow at you, before shaking his head and letting out a quiet almost-laugh.

"I can't even tell anymore. I guess I've really grown into it."

You fall silent for a moment. "What were you like? Before... When you were a Jedi?"

More silence. The rain outside is just starting to clear up, you notice, but it's still dark out. Luke's features are too dim to fully discern, but even then, you can notice the pain in his eyes... the conflict.

Strangely enough, he laughs. An actual laugh.

"...I looked a lot nicer. Dignified, you know? Not like some hobo hermit living in the middle of nowhere." He sighs. "In all seriousness, though... things were different. I can barely even recognize who I am now, nor can I the man I was before."

"Let me guess..." you smile, trying to picture a younger version of the greying man before you. You've seen the old propaganda posters--shockingly handsome ones, portraying him as the gorgeous golden boy of the Rebellion. "Plenty of admirers? Paramours, even?"

Luke shakes his head with something akin to embarrassment. "People certainly tried, but... that life wasn't for me."

Intrigued, you decide to press even further. "Well, what was? The daring pilot with a life full of adventure, or the wise, contemplative Jedi who liberated entire planets with the wave of his hand?"

"I did my fair share of both, but the truth is far more complicated than that. For a while, I did chase the feeling of being a hero..." His gaze grows distant. Regretful. "But it was all in vain. The people you save get killed. The things you build get destroyed. This galaxy, everything in it, it's all... temporary."

You sit up, blanket sliding off your nude form slightly and catching Luke's attention; as much as he tries to hide it, he can't help the way you affect him. For a moment, you smirk, but with the better view of his face you can see just how tormented he is.

"I mean, the galaxy isn't all that bad... it brought us together, right?"

"But it took so much in the process," Luke mutters in response.

"I-"

"Don't tell me it was worth it. It wasn't."

He moves over onto his back and covers his face with his left hand--hiding tears, no doubt. Tears he isn't yet ready to let you see.

"...The rain is over. You can leave if you wish."

"I'm not leaving," you say, maneuvering yourself over him. Luke peeks up at you through his fingers before you gently grab his hand and move it away from his face. "Not when you need me."

He exhales slowly, sadly, but he makes no move to shove you off him. With your other hand, you brush away the tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

"Let me take care of you, alright?"

Just as Luke instinctively opens his mouth to protest, he immediately concedes, settling back into the pillow. He's old, and he's tired, what use is it trying to fight you off? Besides, he wants this--needs it, he discovered at the onset of the rain--so the last thing he's going to do is stop you.

The room is silent, save for the sound of baited breath, as you finally lean over to kiss him. Using your free hand to stroke the fringe out of his eyes, other hand still holding his, you kiss the lines of his forehead, the bridge of his crooked nose, and finally his lips.

Luke doesn't think he's anything special; you think he's extraordinary. Not for being the hero of your dreams, but for being the man he truly is--as broken and as vulnerable as he may be, he's yours. And that's enough.

Despite the few times you've kissed him, you both take to it like a pikobi to water. You take the lead; his are quite shy, but by the time your lips meet, Luke noticeably relaxes beneath your touch.

His mechanical hand moves to your bare back, tracing the shape of your spine as you arch over him, the texture of the leather glove making you shiver. It moves from your back to your waist, slowly climbing toward your chest, where he graces your nipple with a firm pinch--not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to show his desire. Yes, Luke Skywalker desires you.

Although still sleeping, you can feel the stirrings beneath you as his arousal grows. You're fully awake, restless, hungry. Luke, on the other hand, needs a bit more time, time you're more than willing to give--you know the prize will be worth it.

"Master..." you purr, wiggling your hips slightly as he twitches at the sound of the nickname. "You've seen me. I haven't seen you yet."

"I-I'm nothing worth looking at..."

"You are to me."

Luke moves his cybernetic from the valley of your chest to cradle your face. You silently kiss the palm of his hand, mechanical fingers flexing within the leather, before taking the material between your teeth to pull it off.

"Wait-"

The leather doesn't catch on the metal; instead, it slips off like a raindrop sliding down the stone roof. Luke makes no move to halt its movement. The mechanical fingers are revealed to you, one by one, grey metal glinting in the slivers of moonlight streaming through the window.

"Beautiful..." you whisper, barely loud enough to be audible. But Luke hears you; if he were to respond, he's certain he'd just about cry.

Being linked to his nervous system, he has enough "feeling" in his cybernetic to control its movements and sense external stimuli, but without the synthskin, he can't truly feel. Hence why he barely uses it to touch you, let alone in a sexual context. All you have to do is show him he can.

In a swift motion you barely even stop to ponder, your tongue comes out to explore the metalwork; a metallic flavor--no surprise to you--accompanies the cold, and Luke refrains from flexing his fingers in your mouth.

Stars, he can't even register what you're doing, let alone why you're doing it. He watches you, blue eyes full blown to near-blackness as you suck on his fingers like they were a cock. Speaking of which, his throbs uncomfortably in the confines of his pants. Your movements in his lap feel incredible. Peeking down to look at your bare pussy grinding on him is enough to make him come... well, almost.

You, however, are not a fan of the cloth boundary between you; sure, it adds extra friction, but it's nowhere near as electric of a sensation as skin against skin. You've seen Luke's face, and his flesh hand, and his cock, but that's as far as you've gotten. Is he insecure about being old? It's not a problem to you, and he knows this, but you doubt he's fully internalized it. Being a (former) Jedi Master, you're sure he's covered in scars from the countless battles he's fought in... scars on his arms, his chest, his thighs-

"Y-yes," Luke pants out, seemingly reading your thoughts. "You can..." He can't even finish his sentence, flesh hand moving to grab your free hand and bring it to his clothes.

"Are you sure, Master?"

"Just do it already."

Delicately pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a thin line of spit connecting them to your lips, you pin Luke's right arm over his head, just like he did to yours earlier that night. He looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and arousal, a small smile of disbelief forming on his lips. You have plans--and you can't wait to show him.

The material of his sleep shirt is a rough wool of some kind, the cut of it a simple wrap-tunic similar to his Jedi robes. It gives you easy access to his chest; considering just how much Luke likes yours, you believe it's your turn to enjoy his. Ghosting your fingertips beneath the fabric, he shivers at your touch, and you raise an eyebrow at the texture you discover. Coarse, fuzzy, thick--you hadn't expected him to be just as hairy on his chest as he is on his face, but stars, you aren't complaining.

Luke is just about as red as a gundark by the time you pull his sleep shirt open. Of course, his embarrassment is no match for his stubbornness, which quickly bubbles up again to hide his discomfort. Typical Luke.

"Sure took you long enough."

"It did."

"Now what?"

"You'll see..."

Placing both of your palms flat on his chest, you lean over to kiss him once more; your mouth meets his, and then his neck, where you brand it with a startlingly red hickey. At the same time, you're scratching down his torso and tugging at the greying hairs.

Beneath the layer of fur is a web of tendril-like scars, stretching across his body like lightning. You can't help but wonder what dramatic battle between Jedi and Sith must have caused them... but stars, they're beautiful. You're determined to show him this.

Luke groans against your lips--if he had it his way, stars, he'd flip you over and pound you senseless. But no, he has already done that... and he's tired. Tired physically, tired mentally, tired of being in charge. For once, he'd like to experience what it means for someone to take care of him. Just once.

Taking care of yourself isn't even on your mind. Yes, you're horny beyond belief, skin on fire as you grind your dripping cunt against his still-clothed cock. Force, it isn't enough, it'll never be enough until you get the real thing. But... you want to try something different. You have a feeling he might want to as well.

"Where are you-" Luke begins to ask as you reluctantly pull yourself off him, only to be cut off by you running your fingers down his happy trail before shoving your hand down his pants. "Shavit, sweetheart!"

"Who are you calling sweetheart?" you smile, enjoying the thrill of feeling him before seeing him. His cock is hot and heavy in your palm, and much to your delight he neglected to wear any undergarments. As much as you enjoy the groans that escape his lips at the way you run your thumb over the already leaking tip, the devious part of you desires to tease him even more; removing your hand from his member, you move to squeeze his tightening balls.

"Fuck... fuck..." Luke moans. He's gripping the sheets with his cybernetic, flesh hand resting over the upper half of his face.

"Such language, Master... and such a light touch, too," you say, "I'm starting to worry you won't last for me."

When Luke finally manages to look out from under his hand, there's something strange in his eyes--lust, desire, conviction. To do what, you don't know.

"Sit on me."

"Are you sure? I don't think you're ready-"

"Not my cock. My face."

Now it's your turn to be surprised. All this teasing, all this bossing him around, yet he can't help but turn the tables and remind you who's in charge. That damn Skywalker is impossible to figure out, but you wouldn't have it any other way--in all honesty, that's why you're here. Why you stayed, even when he tried to push you away.

"Very well, Master... but I want a taste of you as well."

Before maneuvering to climb over him, you pull his trousers off his legs in one swift motion, his cock standing at full attention as it springs from its confines. Fuck, just the sight of it is enough to make you want to bounce on it until you're both sweaty and screaming. But not yet.

Your eyes are just keen enough to notice the way Luke blushes at you eyeing him up in the dim light. Stars, he is hairy--not that you're complaining, of course. You just didn't expect the wise old Jedi master to practically be a Wookiee beneath his clothes. He squirms a little under the intensity of your gaze, cock twitching in anticipation. A bead of precum glistens in the faint moonlight and dribbles down the veiny shaft... Licking your lips, you decide to do something about it.

Luke steadies you with his arms as you maneuver to climb over him. Soft apologies and awkward giggles are traded between the two of you as you try to figure out your bearings, metal hand accidentally pinching soft flesh and weight being distributed uncomfortably, but not painfully.

"I-I've never done this before," you breathe out, breaking your previously seductive demeanor.

"I wouldn't know where to begin," Luke's low voice chuckles, "but I think as long as you don't break my neck, we're doing it right."

Your current predicament involves you straddling his neck and facing his chest; you're bent over him, just barely hovering over his face, and his hands are gripping the soft flesh of your ass. The cybernetic in particular digs into your skin in a deliciously painful way, and you know it'll leave marks after--marks you'll wear with pride. Not that anyone other than him will be seeing them.

Luke quite enjoys the view he's getting--it takes practically all his willpower not to pull you down onto his face and go to town, damn the consequences (although a sprained neck at his age in the middle of nowhere is most certainly a bad idea). After having gotten a taste of your pussy before, he's insatiable; he'll do anything to get his fix.

Balancing your weight on your knees and your forearms, you lean forward to assess your target. The slight upward curve of his cock gives you easy access to it; licking down his happy trail, you nuzzle through wiry hairs before greeting his aching, impatient member. The Jedi Master may be able to hide his impatience beneath his actions and his demeanor, but, given his anatomy, his body can't.

Leaning forward, you greedily stick out your tongue to lap up the bead of precum already leaking out. It's... salty, and slightly bitter. You're still not sure about the taste, but it's him, so you want it.

Luke groans beneath you at the feeling of your tongue on him. The vibrations from his voice dance cruelly on your clit, the phantom of pleasure yet to come--before he finally grants you mercy and pulls you down onto his waiting lips.

The gasp that escapes your lips is muffled by you taking him in your mouth to gag yourself on his cock. He felt so massive when he was inside you, but like this... you almost can't handle it. Figuratively, and literally--you stop right before he hits the back of your throat, taking in just enough to really drive him wild without hurting yourself.

Luke drowns his moans in your soaking cunt, his noises and the movement of his hands beckoning you to start moving on his face.

Come on, sweetheart, his voice says in the back of your mind--another Jedi ability, you're sure. You won't hurt me.

Hips and mouth begin a slow, rhythmic pace on him. You can't help the way you tremble ever so slightly, unsure about the pressure of your movements or the depth of your strokes, but that anxiety becomes an afterthought as your senses dissolve into pure pleasure.

Luke fights the temptation to start bucking into your mouth--no, you've been far too good to him, you don't deserve to be treated in such a way. You're his angel, his saving grace, the being he isn't even worthy of touching (yet somehow is). Whatever he did to earn your affection, he wants to repay tenfold--you're his to use as you please.

He uses his tongue on you with as much fervor and hunger as he did earlier that night, if not even more. The taste of you on his lips lights a fire in the pit of his stomach and fully has him drunk on your essence. Reverently Luke alternates between fucking you with his tongue and swirling it around your clit, just as you alternate between sucking and stroking his shaft.

It's so wrong, a master and student behaving like this... Your cheeks flush at the utter indulgence of the act. Whatever afterlife the Jedi of old reside in, you can only hope they aren't witnessing your liaison.

Luke, however, doesn't give a fuck. He hasn't given one in quite some time--why should he live by the rules of the dead? That dogma nearly destroyed him. It ruined everything he ever cared about, everything he never allowed himself to truly love. No, "attachment" was forbidden. Anything that could become a pathway to the dark side was to be shunned.

Luke never understood how for so much of his Jedi training, so much of his life, his emotions were regarded as an inseparable part of him, passion and love he had harnessed to help countless others during the war. That all changed when he saved his father. He had defied Obi-Wan and Yoda's instruction to kill Anakin; therefore, his feelings were misguided, wrong. And it became his duty to suppress them.

But not anymore. He is no longer a Jedi, not in the way he was "meant" to be. He's just Luke, just a hermit, just an old man learning to love again--or, perhaps, learning to love for the very first time.

Luke's cock twitches and kicks in your mouth, threatening to spill at any moment. Teasingly, you pull him out of your mouth--earning a harsh groan into your cunt--to kiss the swollen, purple head.

"Oh, master..." you whisper, tracing his veins with your fingertips, "let go for me. I'm here, I'm ready."

A final squeeze of his balls urges him to finish on your tongue--and, capturing him in your mouth once more, he does. Spurts of hot liquid spill inside you, albeit in a different spot than before, and you choke slightly on the sheer load of it all. You're milking Luke for all he's worth, and he rewards you by practically breeding your mouth. Hips stutter and still as he calms down and starts to soften, so you slip him out of your mouth, gracing the overstimulated head with a final lick.

Your clit throbs at the taste of him cumming in your mouth, the knot forming within your belly signaling your own impending release. Beneath you, Luke is patiently at work drawing it out, exploring the depths of your sacred spot with his tongue. Now you're fully free to ride his face with reckless abandon--a task he encourages you to do with the guidance of his hands squeezing your thighs and groping your ass.

"Luke... Luke..." you moan, letting the sound freely escape your now unoccupied lips. No 'Master,' no titles or nicknames, just his name; his true name, the one he hasn't heard anyone call him in the past six years. If your senses are correct, coupled with the scratchy sensation of his beard, you can feel him smiling into you as he eats you out. He's positively making out with your cunt, kissing you just as he had kissed your other set of lips when you first came to him.

The orgasm that approaches is entirely unlike the one you experienced before; it approaches slowly, like a wave off the coast of the Temple Island, growing and growing in intensity before finally crashing against the shore. You buck your hips on his face, feeling the friction of his beard against your clit as you chase the delicious sensation bubbling beneath the surface.

Soon enough, Luke grants it; your Force bond burns white-hot as you tremble and come undone on his face, slicking his beard with juices he laps up as happily as a massiff. You're sure the cries that escape your lips are audible all the way in the Caretaker village. Luke chuckles beneath you, large hands--the ones that surely left bruises on your skin--coming up to help you slide off his face and into his lap.

Silence. No more rain. Just beyond the cliffs, the twin suns of Ahch-To begin to rise; much like the dawns of his youth, you imagine. You turn your gaze to your new lover's face as the first slivers of light stream through the opening of the window.

"That was..." you start, laughing breathlessly as you run your fingers through your hair.

Luke props himself up on his elbows, wiping his face with his flesh hand. A rare smile appears on his face.

"...Good. Very good."

#my fic #the clitically acclaimed sequel to the old man and the sea (to the flashback sequence)#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x afab!reader #dilf!luke skywalker #dilf luke is like a wookiee. to ME. take that as you will #reader vs calling dilf luke master: who will win #this is... wordy #and gross and ridiculous but idc bc i like writing it <3 #dilf luke friday #OMG JUST IN TIME!!!

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genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles · 1 year ago

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Hello! May l request a Yandere Childe Headcannons with a GN darling who is like Dazai Osamu from Bsd?

B-But...you're my only darling anon. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) ( Also GN means Gender Neutral right? And does darling pertain to anything, or is it like, a personality trait? Sorry, I am not with the times, I am a hermit, but want to clarify, and try my best. Sorry if my writing didn't meet that need )

Trigger Warning: Suicidal jokes, self harm, stalking, Yandering.

Childe as a yandere, he would often stalk you, and take your things without you realizing it. Such as your garbage, broken and used makeup containers, half eaten foods, anything that has "you" on it.

He would often try and get your schedule down and memorize your address.

For a while, he stayed in the shadows and watch you, and even have articles of your clothing on him, near him, with him, ones he stole from your closet that you don’t wear, or ones you have thrown away.

However, he noticed that you were talking to men more, and hanging more out with other men. This made his face go dark and his eyes go blank.

Despite being in the fatui, he was smart enough to not make a move yet, but he was planning to make a move.

Now over a few months, he would purposely bump into your shoulders, and return certain things to you, as if you lost it.

You would see this, and as friendly as you are, you would make jokes with him, and be friendly to him. Even make suicidal comical jokes which Childe would pretend to laugh or pretend to be off putting by it. But he loved every moment of it. Maybe he can be your savior, get you to depend on him.

However, things hit the fan when he saw a friend of yours, a small male friend of yours was getting particular close to you, he was able to hold back by digging into his hands and scratching his arm deeply to remind himself of his place...as he watched this man put his arm around you, and wipe food off your cheeks.

But, this man crossed the line, he kissed your cheek with a blush on his cheek and yours. Childe gripped his arrows as he wanted to shoot it through his head and licked that kiss off your lips.

At that moment, he devise a plan. He will change his stalking routine, and stalk the man that kissed you and try his best to not kill but scare him enough to never return again.

At night, around 2:45 am, he followed this man who dare to taint you with his slobbering disgusting lips, into his home. He had been for a few days, so at this time, he hopped through the window waited behind the bedroom door.

Once the man walked through, and took off his coat, Childe walked up and pushed the man on the bed, he climbed on top of the man and held a knife to his mouth. "H-Huh?! W-Who are you!?" Childe pushed his knife into his mouth and glared down at him.

"Such disgusting lips...I want to mutilate them..." Childe glared down at the man.

He grabbed the man's cheeks hard and held a knife to his lips, ready to carve it off, until he was interrupted.

"So it was you." You were standing behind Childe watching him.

Childe turned around with a shocked but dark face. "You..." His face then turned into a delusional expression with crippling glee. "Ahaha, you noticed me and talked to me...my dear, give me a few moments, I need to deal with this pig..."

You then walked to Childe, and gently stroked his cheek, with a gentle smile of your own. "I always noticed you. For months, behind the tea house, taking me things, I always knew...I just had to lure you out with a bait..."

Childe smile turned into a dumbstruck face slowly, as his eyes glanced at the man behind him without turning his head, a man who had no idea he was the bait at all.

Childe gaze then turned back to you, as your hand was still on his cheek. However, your face still had a sweet smile, that was now the scariest thing to be witnessing right now.

You ran your fingers across his lips. "Life...living, it's all so meaningless, yet you found a way to cling onto life through me and use me to verify your living...how ironic..."

You then pulled away, keeping the smile. "By the way, there was poison on my hands, please enjoy the next 5 hours as best as you can, okay?~"

Childe's eyes widen as he realized that his lips suddenly started to feel...tingly.

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emmaiooo · 3 months ago

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to love me better, than all the others do. (prelude)

- prelude.

words - 2k

{fem reader}

[writers note: hey so…! this was written in literal two parts of like style idk like everything from till the almost bottom is very rushed and non descriptive! also i felt like a silly woman and decided to write brain rot for y’all gen z! (i’m a gen z i cannot be talking). this fanfic is driving me crazy because i am no longer obsessed with jjk anymore since the ending happened...i'm still mad my king died bro.]

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y/n l/n, born in a well off family, was cursed ever since she was born. unknown to her, she has killed two of her classmates because of her uncontrollable anger. to everyone, she was sweet and kind and so..so lovable. of course, everyone has to have secrets right?

“sensei, i sense someone with a really strong cursed energy.” gojo said to the phone, peering at you talking with your friends. “i think she might be the cause of the unknown deaths in this school.” gojo sighed, watching you intensely. “hey, who is that handsome guy? omg y/n he’s looking at you so intensely!” your friends whispered, giggling happily. “nah, that’s just creepy. look at those blue ass eyes..” you remarked. “alright, you know what to do.” yaga said through the phone. “yup! got it.” gojo smiled as he approached you. “oh shitt he’s coming towards us! hurry do i look good?” your friend asked. “ugh, always that one whore friend, i wish she would just shut the fuck up.” you thought. suddenly, her mouth was closed shut, grabbing onto you trying to speak and ask for help. you laugh, “what's wrong? can’t speak?” everyone else laughed along with you, not even thinking twice about how her mouth was shut suddenly. “how the hell are those friends feeling scared or weirded out? it’s like someone is hypnotizing them..” gojo thought.

“hey ladies, what are y’all shopping for?” gojo said, giving you and your friends a smirk. your friend who had her mouth closed desperately reached for him, trying to tell him something. “don’t mind her, she’s just such an attention seeker.” you said, smiling at him. all of a sudden, gojo felt his concern for her slowly fade away. “is this girl a snake and fangs user? how is she using this? i’m pretty sure this curse technique is inherited. shit. i’m fucked, i guess i’ll just knock her out.” gojo quickly lunges in, giving you a nice good punch to knock you out.

you awoke in a room covered in talismans, as you regained your sight, you saw a man who looked visibly upset, crossing his arms. “sorry pretty, messed up your face a lil.” gojo said, whispering into your ear. you immediately looked at him, moving back a few inches to realize you were tied up. “get the fuck away from me you scummy old hermit!” you shouted, trying to get out of the restraints. “i said get back!” you screamed, wondering why your “magic” didn’t work. “nuh uh girly pop, that doesn’t work here!” gojo said, wiggling his fingers “no” at you. you looked around, seeing all those talismans filling the room. “that is enough gojo. we have a criminal here.” yaga said sternly. “criminal? the hell? what did i do?” you said, glaring at yaga. “you killed two students and manipulated everyone else around you with your curse technique. you will have a secret execution.” yaga said, his arms still crossed. “wait- please no.” execution? even in court they’ll probably give you like 10 years in prisoon. “i have so much to live for! i-i can help people with my power or some shit, i don’t even know what my power is and how powerful it is and how it can harm people! please just let me live-” you got cut off my gojo. “yeah sensei, she could study at jujutsu high and help me defeat curses! it’s gonna be so fun! and she can meet my friends, suguru and ieiri!” gojo smiled, pleading yaga with his eyes. “it is not that simple gojo.” yaga sighed, looking at you. “do you want to help people?” he asked you. “uh…yes! if my power can help people. i’m sorry i used it for bad! i didn’t know them dying was my fault, i just thought i had insane luck and god on my side..” you pleaded. “see, that is a wonderful response! now loosen the restraints and let me tour her!” gojo was excited, smiling big. “i..her help would be great..ok. y/n l/n, from now on you will train at jujutsu high and only use your power for good, or else we will get this..guy” he looked at gojo, “to kill you..” you looked confused, “how the hell is this oldie going to kill me? literally, he should be at the elderly hospital.” gojo gasped, “how dare you!”

-at jujutsu high.

“is that the new girl? she’s hot, like...bitchy hot.” shoko said, looking at you up and down. “she’s the one i convinced sensei to go here.” gojo said, pointing at you. as you turned around to look at the trio, one black haired boy caught your eye. he had a slight smile and small eyes but so seductive. hell, gojo is hot but this dude’s aura is even hotter! you walked up to them and introduced yourself. “y/n l/n, nice to meet you both.” you smiled as you shook geto’s and shoko’s hand. you looked up at the black haired boy and you both locked eyes at each other. gojo, however, ruined the moment with his high pitched voice. “THIS IS GETO SUGURU AND SHOKO IEIRI!!!” he screamed, pointing at them. you stood there awkwardly, giving a little sigh. “i think you fucking broke my ear drums.” you said, smacking gojo in the arm. “ack! see, she’s mean…” gojo whined and acted like he was extremely hurt. “that makes me like her even more, let me show you to your dorm y/n.” shoko took you by your hand and walked toward the dorm. “so what do you think about her suguru?” gojo asked geto, nudging him on his arm. “she’s interesting.” he said, smiling softly and made his way to his dorm as gojo followed suit.

“so how’s life here treating you regina george?” shoko questioned. that nickname was a little shocking to you, even though you knew you kinda acted like a mean girl. “it’s okay, i’m getting used to being on time. i used to use my technique to make my teacher think i’m not late and not write me up.” you replied to her. shoko laughed, “now that’s something i’ve never heard of.” you chuckled as you look up at the sky, it has been a few months since you have arrived. you got a lot more close with gojo these days. he has been hanging around your dorm room and asking you to fight with him. you haven’t spoken to geto much, it was just small greets and good mornings, although you wish to speak to him more. “Y/N!!” gojo shouted as he ran up to you and geto trailing behind. “eww who is this weirdo calling my name i don’t know him.” you turned around and made a face of disgust as you put your hand in front of you. “cmon y/n, i’m your bestie westie! i bought you ice cream!” gojo shoved a bag of popsicles and ice cream at your face. “okay thanks…didn’t have to shove it in my face though.” you rolled your eyes as you gave one to shoko. “oopsies poopsie!” gojo shrugged with his tongue sticking out. “you guys play too much…” geto sighed as he shook his head. you laughed along with gojo and shoko, slapping gojo in the process. “oww!” gojo shouted.

during your second year of jujutsu high, things started to get busy. there was new first years and they were really fun to mess around with, but now you are always caught up with missions. somehow, gojo roped his way into making you his girlfriend, which you never expected. your first date was at an ice cream shop.

-at the ice cream shop

when you both arrived at the shop, you looked at the different types of ice cream inside the display. “can i have the biggest cone and put as much scoops as you can on it please?” gojo asked the cashier. “oh uhm...ill try.” the cashier said hesitantly. “gojo you are such a big back i feel bad for the cashier!” you said as you watch the person put one scoop over another till it gets to 5 scoops. “nuh uh, this is for my brain.” he said, grabbing the ice cream. “what flavor do you want?” he asked, taking out his BLACK CARD. “wtf. you fucking rich ass. from now on, you are gonna buy me everything.” you said , “also i want _____” gojo smiled, “of course anything for my bestie.” the cashier gave you the ice cream and went back to the cash register. after gojo paid, you both went outside of the ice cream shop and sat on the benches. “y/n…i think i like you…you are so skibidi and rizzful! please be my gyatting sigma!”

(this did not happen i felt a little rizzy)

but in the corner of your eye, you always see geto staring at you and gojo talking. did he feel left out? no way…he was gojo’s best buddy. eveything changed when you, gojo, and geto were called into a mission to protect the star plasma vessel, riko. when you first met her, it was funny how gojo and geto were arguing with her. “hey miss, are you going to protect me too? you are very pretty.” she looked at you smiling. “yes, and i won’t be as bad as those silly dudes over there, don’t worry.” you put your hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. “okay girl that is my girlfriend there. back off!” gojo grabbed you by the shoulder and hugged you. that really hurt. gojo sometimes can’t handle how he controls his strength. one time you got a fucking fracture in your shoulder because how tight he hugged you. “okay weirdo.” you pushed him off. you weren’t prepared to see her body lying lifeless infront of you.

-after the gruesome fight and gojo’s enlightenment (forgot what it was)

“satoru?” you knocked at his dorm door. after the fight with toji, gojo has become more depressed lately, and you noticed that geto has been getting skinner and looked sad all the time. “get the fuck away y/n, don’t wanna talk to you.” he said, behind the door. “geez, just wanted to check up on you…are you okay? need a hug?” you sighed. “no, leave me alone.” he said. you left the male dorms quietly to see geto sitting there at a bench, he looked lonely. “geto? are you okay?” you sat next to him, looking at him. “i am fine y/n, you do not need to worry.” he mumbled. “no geto, what is wrong?” you persisted. “y/n, i’d appreciate it if you called me by my name.” geto said, looking at you. he didn’t want to be called by a name that belonged to monkeys. “okay…suguru. are you sure you don’t need someone to talk to? a hug?” you asked, looking up at him. “it’s just…riko’s death…” he said quietly. “it’s okay, she’s in a better place now. you hugged him, tight, and he hugged back.

these days, gojo has gotten better and is his regular self. even though you check up on geto…i mean suguru, every few days, it seems like he hasn’t gotten any better. “suguru, you okay? you look like you lost weight.” gojo said after showing off his new tricks. “i’m fine, it’s just the summer heat.” he said. “okay…” gojo said suspiciously, going back to tell shoko to throw more things at him. stupid gojo satoru. how can he not notice his best friend is in need of him? this is just stupid. “hey suguru,” you asked him “wanna go out and get some ice cream? it can help with the heat.” you smiled at him, and gojo didn’t like that. gojo was staring dead straight at you couldn’t seem to notice. “okay, i’ll pay.” geto said as he started to walk out. you quickly caught up with him and tapping him, “nah, it’s on me don’t worry!” he looked at you and shot you a smile, “thanks y/n, really grateful.” you laughed as you followed him out the door, leaving shoko and gojo alone inside. “is it just me, or have they been very close?” gojo questioned. shoko looked at him, giving him a side eye as she sighed. “are you slow or just…really fucking stupid?” she shook her head, taking another draw out of her cigarette. “what? now you’re being a bitch too now?” gojo’s voice raised as he got angry. “i already got y/n ignoring me half the time, when we kiss i feel like shes trying to get away, then suguru acts all weird and depressed and he just won’t tell me!” he raised his hands up as he yelled. shoko pinches her nose bridge, thinking that gojo is actually stupid. maybe all that cursed energy fried his damn brain. “go figure it out yourself smartass.” she turned around as she threw away her cigarette and walked up the stairs back into the dorms. “fuck.” gojo hissed as he remembered that he and y/n also got ice cream together and wondered if they are going to the same place. he kicked a pole and yelped in pain. (stupid).

GOD I DONT WANT TO WIRTE BRO ITS 2K WORDS AND IM ALREADY DYING WHEN I CAN RAW DOG 15K BY READING. hey so im just gonna post.

#gojo x reader #angst #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jujustu kaisen #fluff #romance #fanfic #fanfiction #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto jjk #jjk geto #geto suguru #geto suguru jjk #never want to write again

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Could you do A, C, I, G, K, L, and P for EJ in the fluff alphabet? It would make me reallyyyy happy :3

Fluff Alphabet w/ EJ!!

ive been waiting for someone to do EJ you dont understand!!! i saw this earlier but the power went out when i finally had time to sit down and get to writing </3 my apologies as for other stuff/for everyone else, requests are still open, and the fluff alphabet will be open indefinitely!!

ATTRACTION- Honestly I think you gotta be a real catch to end up as Jacks partner, considering his entire hermit thing... I personally think that he separates himself from society after he becomes Eyeless Jack via a funky cult sacrifice thing... which he was kinda pretty much unwillingly roped into. I think he would want someone who's capable of taking care of themselves, and perhaps someone whos smart. maybe even lower maintenance. its not that he doesnt want to treat you as you deserve, its that sometimes he cant given he sometimes legitimately goes feral (though this is only really due to him pushing off his needs, blood frenzy type deal for when he pushes off eating people, can get real ugly). understanding as well, he needs someone whos willing to be understanding of his position and current predicament and know that eventually jack is going to fully not. be there anymore one day (possible angst idea? ooo?) but also even before the whole, demon thing, jack wasnt the most cheery or social and things definitely havent changed

CUDDLING- hes really cold so thats good for hot nights! not good for cold ones though </3 but hey maybe you guys are somewhere where its perpetually hot. as for the actual act of cuddling, he prefers to be the big spoon. likes sleeping closer to the door, kinda makes a barrier of himself for you in case someone were to come in. which is unlikely since if this were his place, its literally a cabin in the woods in bumfuck nowhere, but the point still stands. only engages if youre asleep or ask for it. if youre the one holding him, he kinda. freezes still and doesnt dare move. poor dude, hes so scared hes going to bite you or something

GIFT GIVING- since he lives in the woods and doesnt have a job he cant exactly go out and give you gifts. he also isnt fond of taking belongings from victims, since he already takes pieces of their bodies. coughs. anyways, i think hes more of an act of service person (will talk more about that in L)

INJURY- youre in luck, he had plans to be a doctor, thats what he was going to college for! plus i think he had a little fixation on medical stuff in general growing up. little hc that his other choice was to be a microbilogist. idk, i can see it. but i dont think it needs to be said that neither became reality. but he does know how to treat some injuries and illnesses! so youre both in luck! but how does he react, emotionally? honestly, as long as youre not bleeding while hes in his frenzied state hes more than willing to help you... although its more so because he doesnt want the scent to trigger anything in him... he cares about you, i promise! its just that ultimately its better he doesnt go feral on you- now if he was the one injured hes already patching himself up... oh but imagine convincing him to let you clean up a wound he got while trying to do his thing.... ouuuugh... let the man be vulnerable, let him be taken care of... ueueue... anyways- yeah

KISSES- he doesnt wear his mask when hes at your place or his cabin- in fact he only really wears it when hes 'hunting' or 'prowling', so!! loves kissing your cheek. will absolutely refuse to kiss you if hes just ate, though, let him wash his face and brush his teeth first. and change his clothes. he likes being kissed anywhere; forehead, mouth, cheeks, hands, ect ect ect. now in terms of frequency i dont think he likes it too often, but that may be some internalized thing about no longer being worthy of love or something but hey who am i to say (loudly winks)

LOVE LANGUAGE- as previously mentioned, acts of service is how jack shows his appreciation and love for you. need something done? hes on it! need to do some chores but dont feel like it? you dont even need to ask! stuff like that, hell, even if something doesnt need to be done he will probably tinker at it and try to make it better if its an appliance or something that can be upgraded to be more efficient and effective. when it comes to receiving he likes words of affirmation, this man has been through hell and hes still going through it, so reassuring him that you still love him even though hes changing makes things a little less scary

PET NAMES- he likes calling you babe and baby. he likes being called hon! doesnt really do petnames, he finds saying someones name intimate enough... which honestly i kinda agree with, i kinda hate how utilized it is in romantic media. just two characters loving each other, sharing a moment, and one softly utters the others name in a sweet tone. GUH!!!! anyway

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack headcanon

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genevawrenn · 9 months ago

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I haven't said too much on the QSMP situation so I am going to try to at least share my thoughts, as of right now.

First of all : thank you to everyone in this project who did their best through adversity and a corrupt management, you all deserve the world.

To the eggs & capys & penguins & every other admin I will remember the characters you gave us for the rest of my life. Thank you, this past year has been one of my best creativity-wise and I have written nearly as much for this fandom as I did DSMP. You taught me a lot about character writing and found families in times of chaos, I will always think of you fondly.

Now, I want to discuss a few of the things I am disappointed with.

Starting off with how the egg arc ended.

Stories, to have full meaning and impact to me, leave the endings at a point where you want what's best for the characters. You want a chance to see the character development bloom [Hideduo mainly] and having it be so abrupt left us all reeling. It was so awfully familiar as someone who came from DSMP, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I do not blame the admins or ccs one bit here.

It's more...I wish there had been at least one last hurrah. Something Avengers level where we watched them all team up, clear out the Federation and maybe the Watcher too, and leave peacefully. Something that gave them all that one last interaction, a reminder of how through trials and trouble anyone on that island would have given their life for any child, their own or otherwise.

Every single person who woke up on that island went through development and due to miscommunication and watching the server slowly perish for months, it feels horrific to watch them all die one by one without being able to see the fruits of their labour. I am begging for fan made content to fill the hole in my heart left by that ending.

It hurts so much because I loved them all so deeply.

I mained Death Family content because I came into this fandom as a crow and adored how their little unit came to be. A son and a daughter with their damaged father who always did their best for one another. Sure, only one *maybe* was good at communication but they all tried. The effort was there. And the old crow hermit on the wall slowly became one of the most trusted members of the island due to the dedication for his family and friends.

Then I slowly became interested in FitMC's content after watching him hang out with Phil for months, and became a huevito instantly. The relationship he created in /rp with Pac was the first time in a long time I allowed myself to indulge in romance-based content [coming from a former SBI main, that should make sense]. I still remember the panic seeing the shipping art covering my timelines and checking boundaries before I realised this was something they both encouraged.

Fit and Pac came to represent a lot in my heart ; two damaged people moving at the pace both decided in order to form the family neither of them ever had. An ex prisoner and a veteran of toxic wastelands found home in one another's lives, enough they allowed their precious children to become bonded with their significant other.

They never said I love you, instead showed it through acts of service and protecting each other without question. They may not have kissed but they were always beside each other within the same space, only a short step away in case either needed support.

I will miss you forever, your characters were fantastic. I hope there are many more collabs in the future, your dynamic means a ton to a lot of people now.

Same goes to many more characters on that island I don't have the energy to do full write ups on but please know, you occasionally show up in my thoughts and another wave of mourning what I love passes over me. Death and Rosa Family were the ones I fixated on, nearly instantly, and I will create using them for a long time. I want to write their characters in a way that satisfies me, I still have to match my level of DSMP writing and beyond after all.

I want to also send appreciation to the streamers I found because of QSMP, it did what was intended and broke language barriers in ways I will forever be grateful to the translations mods that are becoming more common so I can still watch their content.

Cellbit, Baghera, Etoiles, PacTW, Mike, Roier, Luzu, you all are so cool! I enjoy your content and can't wait to watch more in the future.

Philza, Tubbo, Foolish, Charlie Slimecicle, Jaiden, Badboyhalo, FitMC, some of you I knew before and some I got to know better now, I adore you all.

All I hope for at this point is any future project takes what needs to be learned from watching this server slowly implode and please treat your employees right. Especially in creative ventures, we need the hope there can be confidence people are being treated right behind the scenes.

And to any of the QSMP CC's, I beg there are gaming collaborations and meetups in the future. You all have fantastic chemistry and I hope the families that were formed can continue to support each other.

To the admins. Thank you. I could say it a thousand times over and it would never be enough. You endured literal purgatory because you loved the plots and people so much, you deserve only the best in your future.

I intend to indulge in the egg content for the forseeable future, even if at this point I will just be VOD watching but there are still a few POV's I have wanted to watch in full and now seems like the best time. I do have several WIP I wish to finish and they make perfect inserts if I ever need characters for any new plots I imagine in the future.

Saudade QSMP Egg Arc 2023-2024. You taught me a lot within the short period of a year, you united many communities and heres to hoping we stick together long into the future.

I am sorry for the long post, I needed to spill my thoughts somewhere and tumblr's blogging format is ideal.

Let’s keep creating content surrounding the eggs and families we now miss. I understand if many move on but to me, this interest is one I will remember forever and happily talk about to anyone willing to hear me out. Just like Techno, they live on through me as long as I remember them.

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blacktofade · 2 months ago

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Okay I have the biggest brainrot right now and I need to get this out, this stuff came to me in a dream lmao

So Gem and Etho are like a thing for a while now and while they haven't been too open about it, it's still known between the hermits. What they don't know is that they're in an open relationship.

Gem goes to twitch con and other events and hangs out with the hermits, and Etho stays home and is just like have fun ^_^

But Gem is Gem and she really can't resist the old man rizz ™️ when she spends time alone with Tango and one thing leads to another and they fuck in a hotel room and she mentions the open relationship because Tango felt guilty afterwards

Some time passes and Gem visits Arizona to stay with one of them for a little vacation, but while she's there they also record/stream some games together (I think in my dream they played Mario party and Gem was goated and won by so much, bless her) and after the stream she goads them, and specifically Skizz jumps onto that and things are (playfully) heated but also kinda flirty.

Impulse is just slightly nervous and and Tango watches with curiosity. Things escalate when Skizz mentions he should punish Gem for always running her mouth so much and she loves it, totally leaning into it. Impulse is trying to be like the voice of reason of line "you guys really shouldn't, I wouldn't want to hurt Etho this way" and before Gem can say anything, Tango replies for her, because he's the only one who knows that Gem and Etho are in an open relationship.

Stuff goes very quickly from there and they have a foursome and I am not quite sutd how that came to happen but they called Etho over discord (with his stupid discord icon profile picture because he never bothered to change it, this man 😭) and Etho is like super into it and degrades Gem, who can't talk back because she has Impulses cock in her mouth, for how slutty and needy she is, for fucking all of her coworkers

So yeah, I wanted to polish this up a bit more but now this is just kind of all over the place but I needed to get this out. The brainrot sits deep if I'm already dreaming of this stuff lol thank you for being like the rpf place (in my mind)

I meant to answer this sooner but then life happened but YES DUDE!!!! All of this!!! The thought of them calling Etho while they're having sex with Gem... I'm on my knees!! I definitely need to write some kind of cucking fic for them cause I love it so much!

Gem getting to show off for all her favorite people in different ways. And getting to live out all her slutty dreams 🥺 GOOD FOR HER!

#lovely anon #answer

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girlsdads · 2 days ago

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I doooo remember a few sneak peeks from 💦🚽 so now im curos about creature maxxx

soooo i initially had the idea over the summer while i was super stoned sunbathing in my backyard, i was listening to the song zombie by everglow (shoutout to any kpop stans out there) and thinking about how i need more monsterfucking fics... i wanted to write smth for motorsport halloweenfest but alas i am plagued by executive dysfunction so it was not to be for that fest (crowd boos)...

wow i was just trying to summarize the fic concept but i ended up writing a wall of text so utc...

but yeah it was basically gonna be max (who is not actually max verstappen in the sense that we know him, but is very max-coded) as a genderless cannibalistic shapeshifter (nods to wendigo lore) who doesn't actually like eating humans but rather is fascinated by them, stumbles across wildly underprepared idiot backpacker daniel half frozen to death in the snowy forest and is like hmm this human is very nice looking i will take him back to my place and keep him safe (the place is a cave, albeit a cozy cave filled with human trinkets the creature has collected over the years), the creature doesn't want daniel to be afraid when he wakes up so wants to shapeshift into a form daniel would recognize so it sifts through daniel's memories (these creatures can do that by getting a taste of a human's blood, idk maybe daniel has some cuts or smth and the creature gets a lickety lick) and finds that real life max features very strongly in these memories and clearly daniel has some deep feelings for him (although i'm picturing that daniel and IRL max are not together, max is married to kelly etc etc but daniel has been in unrequited love with him for ages), so anyway the creature shifts into max's form and daniel regains consciousness to find himself in a cave with max verstappen staring at him. he can immediately tell that something is off like he's pretty sure this max is Something Else, but he's still a little delirious from almost dying and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth when this may be his only chance to be with max (or something that looks and sounds like him at least). anyway. they have sex. the creature isn't able to maintain the human form when it gets near orgasm and as daniel is about to nut his brains out he sees max with his head thrown back and his jaw unhinging to make room for long sharp teeth. (it does not turn him off. ) imagining daniel accepting the creature for what it is (though it spends most of its time in max form, finds it likes the way the body looks and feels), and yayyy they fall in love and daniel teaches the creature about human things and idk they build a cozy log cabin in the forest and daniel becomes a hermit with his monster-max 🥰

little snippet below, i actually really enjoy writing in this style so i do hope to expand on this someday. (for clarity, the creature is referred to with It/Its)

It had been drawn to this place for that very reason, skulking weakly through the shadows of the outlying villages, hunger a sentient, gnawing thing in Its hollow gut. Each squat building It had slunk past was teeming with humans, the unctuousness of their living flesh clogging Its scent receptors and sending thick saliva spilling out between Its jagged teeth. It would be so easy to sate Its appetite here. It can almost taste the rich tang of oxygen-saturated blood, their meat alive with it. It can also taste the acrid burst of fear that always sours everything, when It does feed this way. It had learned early on that It was an anomaly of their kind, when the other younglings had feasted ravenously on the fresh kills brought to them by the elders, had growled in delight at the delicacy. It had found the flavor to be foul, but sensed enough to hide Its grimace. It had seen others ostracized for much less.

#ask #my fic #creature max beloved.... one day i will revisit you

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mychlapci · 1 year ago

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I would love to hear some personal favourites with merformers, whether it be ships or physical traits or culture ideas or yknow pure porn, totally not because I’m trying to write a merformers research facility fic, whaaaat noooo, why would you think thattttt

- Robooby

NICE, I can ramble about merformers. this will also be incoherent, but, here we go.

- i think mers are still fully metal. the tail folds cleverly, looking fluid and organic, but it's still 100% metal. what little "organic" or soft parts they have, i think that'd be their array, and various decorative fins. Defensive or attack fins are still metal.

- my favourite merformers culture thing still is the licking inside of someone’s mouth that i already talked about. I think they don’t have a concept of kissing as cybertronians know it, so this isn’t exactly a kiss, it’s much more intimate and significant, since it’s done to show submission to someone. It’s basically saying “i belong to you” in a romantic, platonic, or familial way. I also think mers have elaborate mating dances, embedded deep into their instincts, and will automatically initiate them before trying to have sex.

- I think mers are fully sentient, but they’re far too instinct-driven for researchers to really figure that out until a few years in (early facilities were not very… nice). Unlike cybertronians, they have to hunt for food and still worry about predators and can only reproduce between each other, so their instincts would have never evolved out of them. They are, however, intelligent. There are cities, or, their versions of cities in the depths of the ocean, they have culture and holidays and jewelry (oh lord, i love to put merformers in jewelry. Mers wearing shells and crystals as necklaces, or more morbidly so, teeth and fangs of things they’ve killed, membranes of dead predators as pretty translucent cloaks….)

- I still like the idea of the Lost Light being a ship that crashed into the ocean ages ago and now it’s used as a little hang-out spot for various mers (re: the lost light crew). Or, as a mating spot.

- As for ships, I am still very fond of the idea of Minimus being a hermit crab occupying the dead metal shell of a long-dead Ultra Magnus, and Megatron, who is of the same genotype (the same sub-species of fish) as Ultra Magnus was, becomes deeply enamoured with him after some time spent together, only to be met with a lot of disappointment when it turns out that he’s unable to mate Magnus (because he’s cumming into Magnus’s tank, and well, the dead shell of Ultra Magnus is in no state to be having pups). Minimus is unable to mate Megatron either because the reserves Ultra Magnus has are too old and sterile.

Of course, I am very into veterinarian/caretaker Ratchet and mer Drift. Or facility staff Drift and mer Ratchet. the interspecies thing really hits the spot with these two. But also, let's remember that fanfic i tried to write, where Ratchet has lived in capture for most of his life and Drift is a wild mer that was put into his tank and they struggle to socialize. I like that.

- I really like to think old and fertile is a very desirable trait for most mers. It’s something that the staff of many facilities don’t figure out for a while, but older mers who’ve kept their fertility are much better at having clutches than younger ones. This goes for Ratchet, for Megatron, for Optimus (though we’ve never had mer Optimus in here, which is a pity), for Rung. An old mer is usually harder to mate with but absolutely worth it.

- I think they speak their own language, but are capable of learning how to fluently communicate with cybertronians. "domesticated" mers (re: mers that have lived in a facility for most of their life and cannot survive in the wild anymore) would be indistinguishable from a regular cybertronian if it wasnt for the tail

#you asked me to say anything i delivered pls write that fanfic we need so much more merformers in this world #valveplug #texty #merformers #pregnancy mention

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cielcreations · 1 year ago

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Hazbin Hermits - Prologue

AN: Hermitcraft/Empires/3rd Life Series X Hazbin Hotel AU.

Meaning lots of cursing, fighting, blood, violence, flirting, shipping, sexual innuendos/implied sexual content, and pretty much everyone is a bad person to some degree.

If you don't like your favorite characters made to be not so great people, then do not read.

"Good afternoon! I'm Katherine Killjoy!"

"And I'm Joey JaxHammer! Chaos outside pentagram city today, as a turf war is raging on the west side between notable kingpins Lord Fwhip and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse Mythical Sausage!"

"That's right Joey! After the recent extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!"

"Those two seem to be really going at it, huh?"

"Looks like they're fighting tooth and nail for that hotspot!"

"And I'd like to nail their hotspots, am I right, fellas~?"

"Haha, you are a limp dick jackass, Joey! Or should I say-" Katherine poured her hot coffee on his lap, the man hissing and moving before she could actually spill it on his dick, "-no dick?"

"Bitch." The man hissed.

"Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the younger son of Hell's own head honcho, who's here to discuss his brand-new passion project!"

"All that, after the break!" Joey exclaimed, taking his mug and pouring his coffee on Katherine's head.

"YOU LITTLE SH-"

The two looked away from the TV. The blue haired demon tugged the tie a bit tighter, just to make the prince look more presentable.

"Okay." He finished, stepping back, "Are you ready? You remember what to say?"

The blonde took a deep breath, his purple eyes widening in excitement as he exclaimed, "Yes! Let's do this!"

"Just, look at me, and I'll mouth it to you, Zed." The man grabbed the prince's shoulders.

Zed had light blonde hair with brown ram horns, pale skin, wearing a black suit with a red tie, no shoes so his hooves could breath.

"Ugh, come ooooon, Tango, I know what to say!" Zed reassured, smiling, "But, I do think we should make it a bit more interesting! I-I mean, I don't want to go up there and sound robotic, you know?"

Tango, normally, had yellow hair, that could change into different colors depending on how hot he got. Since he could control fire and such, his hair would change colors to match the fire type and, sometimes, it could even turn on fire. His skin was pale with a bit of a blue tint, his nails sharpened into claws. He wore a black crop top and black shorts, long black heeled boots. He also had black belts wrapped around his waist with golden buckles, black cloth to create an overskirt. (Art of Tango by @/lunarcrown)

"I get that, babe, but this is serious." Tango reminded him, "You can't go up there and squeal and giggle the whole time. It's adorable, yes, but not all sinners are going to trust and believe in your project unless you look serious and you know what you're doing."

"I told you through a fit of excited squeals."

"Yeah, and I listened because I know and believe in you." The demon motioned to the others, "These sinners don't. They don't know you, they barely know your older brother, and they certainly won't believe in you at first. It's why you gotta go up there, show them who's in charge, and act like this plan is full-proof!"

"But we don't know if it is..." Zed reminded.

"Your right, and neither do they." Tango booped his nose, "Which is our advantage. No one knows if this works, but if we act like we're the experts, people believe."

"Prince Zedaph? Five minutes before we're live." A demon called.

Tango smiled at the blonde, kissing his forehead, "You got this! I'll be right behind the camera, so if you need me?"

Zed nodded, smiling, "Don't worry, I got this!"

He turned around, walking to the desk and smiling, offering his hand, "Hi, I'm Zed-"

"Katherine Killjoy." The female anchor hissed, "You can put that away. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie." She then sneered, "Look, my time is money, so I'll keep this short. You're not here because we wanted you here. You're here because Jeffery couldn't make it to his cannibal cooking segment! You may be some royal bigshot, but that doesn't mean shit to me! I'm too rich and influential to giving a flying fuck about some tux wearing demon 'prince'-" (she put "prince" in quotations, as if Zed wasn't one) "-wants to advertise."

Zed narrowed his eyes, "Listen-"

Katherine leaned forward, glaring, "So don't get cute with me, or I'll fucking break you!"

"And we're live!"

Katherine zoomed to her seat, tilting her head so much, it sounded like she broke it, "Welcome back!" Once Zed was sat down, she spoke again, "So, Zedaph!"

The blonde's eyes twitched as he smiled awkwardly, "It's Zed-"

"Whatever! Tell us about this new passion project you've been insistently pestering our news station about!"

"Welllllll..." Zed looked around at the demons, Tango standing by the camera man with a smile and thumbs up. He smiled and took a deep breath as he spoke, "As most of you know, I was born here in Hell and growing up, I tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home and you are my people. We just went through another extermination and we lost so many souls! It breaks my heart seeing my people being slaughtered every year!" He slammed his fist on the table, sighing, "No one is even given a chance and I can no longer stand idly by when the place I call home, the place I love, is constantly being destroyed!"

He stood up, smiling, "So, I've been thinking, isn't there a more humane way to hinder Hell's overpopulation? Perhaps we can find a new alternative way to save souls through redemption? I think yes, and that's what this project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, I'm opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!"

Everyone was silent, staring at the man.

Everyone outside stared at the TV.

One in particular tilted his head in curiosity.

Everyone in the news station... started laughing.

Zed shrunk in on himself as Tango moved to stand beside him, his blue hair turning into flames as he glared at everyone.

"What in the nine circles makes you think a single person in hell would give two shits about becoming a 'better person?!'" Katherine cackled, "You have no proof that this actually works and you want people to be good just because?!"

"You have no proof it doesn't work!" Tango hissed, flames surrounding his body, "Besides, we already have a patron who's showing incredible improvement!"

"Ooooooh, and who might that be~?" Katherine sneered.

Tango leaned forward, intentionally burning her wooden table with a smirk, "Oh, just someone named, SmallishBeans."

"The pornstar?" Joey asked.

"You fucking would, Joey." Katherine glared before snickering, "In any case, that's hardly an accomplishment! I'm sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough lube and sugar!"

Tango continued to burn her table, the woman looking ready to scratch his eyes out as he drew little doodles, "I beg to differ."

Zed also perked up, smirking, "He's been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two weeks now!"

"Breaking news!"

Katherine perked up before she smirked, pushing the men away, "We just received word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let's go to the live feed!"

They turned to the TV and Tango pinched his temples as he tried to control himself, Zed muttering out, "Oh shit."

"Oh shit, indeed!" Katherine exclaimed, "It appears the one to join is none other than porn actor Joel, aka, SmallishBeans!" She looked at the two, "What a juicy coincidence! I bet you feel real stupid right now! How does it feel to be a total and utter failure?!"

She began laughing, everyone did, once more.

Tango tried to control himself as Zed clenched his fists.

The prince looked at Tango with glowing red eyes, "Fucking, show them who's boss."

Tango smirked, his teeth sharpening to points, "Gladly."

He jumped across the table, lighting everything on fire as he began to beat Katherine and Joey.

***

The prince and his boyfriend sat in a limo, across from the other sinner. The sinner had brown hair with a green streak in the middle of his hair, matching his green eyes and green antenna. He wore a long white and light green suit blazer, the top unbuttoned and showing off his muscular chest. He had black shorts and long, knee length black heeled boots. To top it off, he had green transparent fairy wings on his back.

They watched as he rolled the window up and down, clearly in his own little world. Eventually, he seemed to notice the two were staring at him.

The brunette stopped, leaned back, and shrugged, "What?"

"'What?' 'WHAT?!'" Tango screamed, his hair turning to blue, almost purple flames, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, JOEL?!"

"Ugh, I had too, I owed Sausage a solid!" Joel huffed, "Isn't that one of those 'redeeming qualities'? Helping friends and all that?!"

Zed leaned into the window with a groan as Tango reprimanded him, "Not in turf wars that result in genocide?!"

"Meh, you win some, you loose a few hundred!"

"Joel, that was really not cool." Zed groaned, "You just... You made us look like jokes!"

"Nah, chill out, jokes are funny! I made you all look sad and pathetic!"

"Oh, cause that's any better?!" Tango growled.

"Look, I had to!" Joel argued, "My reputation was on the line! You know what people would say if they found out I was trying to go clean?! Not to mention, people would know where I am and try to break into the hotel to get some of me! Do you want a whole mob down there?"

"Listen, if you want to stay here, you need to take this shit seriously!" Tango demanded, walking towards the brunette, "We're not going to give you a free room, free food, free whatever else if all you do is fuck around! So, you either sit down, buckle the fuck up, and try to redeem yourself and help the hotel's reputation, that you burned to cinder!" He glared, flames coming out of his mouth, "Got it?"

Joel groaned, "Okay, fine, whatever."

"C-Calm down, Tango." Zed offered his hand, Tango moving to sit beside him again, "I-It's not over yet, we can still try! It'll be okay!"

The limo stopped at the hotel and the three went inside. Tango flopped on the couch with a groan, Joel grabbing a popsicle and sitting in a chair. Zed groaned and went to go upstairs, only to stop.

Someone knocked on the door.

He walked towards it and opened the door.

In front of him stood a tall dirty blonde man with his eyes closed, wearing a blue striped coat with dark blue sleeves, the coat falling to his knees. Underneath the coat, he wore a white dress shirt with a black upside down cross on the chest, as if to resemble a tie, long black dress pants with bright blue cuffs. Over his feet, he wore black heeled boots that rested under his pants. Behind his back, he held a long thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it.

The whole time, he smiled.

Zed shrunk a little as the man opened his eyes. He had black sclera with blue eyes, staring down at the prince.

"HELLO!" He spoke, his voice altered to sound like that of a broadcast.

Zed shut the door on instinct, "Uh, Tango?"

"Whaaaaat?" The flame demon groaned.

"The Radio Demon is at the door!"

#hermitcraft #hermitshipping #empires smp #empireshipping #third life series #third life smp #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hermitcraft au #empires smp au #empires au #third life smp au #zedaph #tangotek #solidaritygaming #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans

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bymooniemoonsims · 2 months ago

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Queenie finds Harper tucked away in her room, nose buried in a book like she has been for days. It’s their school break, but Harper hasn’t taken advantage of it at all.

“I feel like you’ve disappeared, Harps. We live in the same house, but it’s like you’re not really here.”

Harper sighs, closing her book and meeting Queenie’s eyes. “Sorry, I just haven’t felt like myself lately. You can’t blame me for that.”

“I don’t,” Queenie says softly, “but you’re spending your last teenage days locked up, reading.”

“Reading is good for my skills.”

“Yeah, well, it’s also good for becoming an anti-social hermit,” Queenie says.

Harper sighs, frustration laced in her voice. “And what do you want me to do, Queenie? Call everyone and act like Sydney didn’t just use me for a quick woohoo?”

“I know people are talking behind my back,” Harper continues, her voice cracking.

“Let them talk, Harps. They don’t know you.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” Harper snaps. “You’ve got Jeb. He actually cares about you. No one would dare say anything bad about you two.”

“Things with Jeb aren’t as perfect as they seem. We had the college talk, and… I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

Harper blinks, caught off guard. “What?”

“Yeah,” Queenie sighs, her voice quieter. “We’re breaking up after prom.”

“Oh, Queenie. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Queenie shrugs lightly, though there’s a hint of sadness in her eyes. “You’ve had your own stuff going on, and honestly? I’m fine. Seriously, I am. Jeb’s a good guy, and I do love him, but… he’s not the one. I can feel it, deep down.”

“God, our lives are depressing,” Harper mutters.

“You’re making it 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 depressing than it should be. Did you forget about the guy who wrecked Sydney’s face for you? He’s practically under house arrest because of it.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Harper sighs. “He’s just grounded.”

“He got expelled for you, Harper.”

“I didn’t ask Alden to punch Sydney in the face. I’m grateful, but that was his choice. Just like it was his choice to… well, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 be with me.”

Queenie’s eyes widen in realization. “Wait… what? Oh my Watcher! Did he say he likes you?” Harper covers her mouth, her eyes wide with regret. “Oh my! He did, didn’t he?!”

Harper sighs. “Not exactly in those words, but at Mal’s wedding, he did say something about wanting something different…”

“Harper, for the love of the Watcher, you 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 to go to Mal’s house and talk to him!” Queenie exclaims, sitting up straight.

“Queenie, stop. I’m not in the mood to even think about another relationship. Things between Alden and me are so messed up that it’d be impossible to fix.”

“Whatever. Don’t tell him you like him. Be miserable your whole life, but 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 go to his house and thank him for what he did.”

“I didn’t ask him to—”

“Shut your mouth and go, Harper,” Queenie interrupts, her tone sharp. “He got expelled for 𝘺𝘰𝘶. The least you can do is show up and thank him.”

#showusyoursims #the sims #the sims 4 #the sims cc #ts4 #ts4 simblr #the sims community #sims 4 screenshots #the sims legacy #ts4 legacy #the laos legacy #laos gen two

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shyminmin · 1 year ago

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༄𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟.𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Fantasy, Mermaid AU | ༄𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.9k + ༄𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Negative/depressive thoughts, panic attack

This isn't good.

Everything has gone wrong.

What am I supposed to do now?

It can't end like this, not after all my searching.

There has to be more!

Right?

After Dongha and Sungwon had dropped me off back in front of the 'Seascape Inn,' not without ensuring that I was alright and failing to hide their solemn expressions, I had spent the rest of the day holed up in my room like the little hermit I was. They figured I could use some space and time to myself which I was more than grateful for.

I didn't want them to see me fall apart.

Crumpled in a pathetic curled-up heap on my bed, I had eventually fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep. The whole interaction with Mr Yang had taken its toll on my body and here I was now, early hours of the afternoon the next day, still utterly spent and no further settled about my situation.

A great, big storm cloud had slowly been forming since yesterday, looming over me and blocking out any possible remnants of optimism that may have been hovering around in regards to my search, imploring me to continue, that there was still something for me here in this old, deserted seaside town.

I swallowed down a painful sigh, filled with all my suppressed emotions, cursing my naivety.

I regretted ever obtaining any form of blind hope in the first place. I was setting myself up to fail from the very beginning but I refused to see it, wanting that childish happy ending.

I let myself believe that I would definitely find the missing pieces of my life here, that all of this was worth the hassle and time and I would come back with results, with a completed image of myself. Dongha and his friends had initially added fuel to my positive outlook on this, when they eagerly told me stories about my past. It made me think that my adoptive father would share similar musings, filling in the blanks of the person that was Cheong Y/n.

But who was I kidding, this was the real world.

It's harsh, unfair and ridiculously cruel to the people within it. Nothing ever comes easy unless you have a sizable amount in the bank and a fair share of shady connections. Yang Chinhae made sure to extinguish that steady growing flame of possibility, spouting out make-believe testimonies as a way to cope for the loss of his wife, putting the blame on me when it was no one's fault to begin with. He left nothing but a cold, damp lifeless pit in the fire's place, ensuring that it would be impossible to ever make it light up again.

Now I was once again stuck in a grey limbo, still mostly clueless about my existence. Yeah I gained a few tidbits here and there but nothing big enough to formulate a smooth, cohesive understanding of things.

My mouth trembled and my breathing became shaky as I continued to ponder.

I should have never come here...

It was all just a huge gamble that I had stupidly roped myself into and as a result had lost completely.

I couldn't even see myself enjoying the rest of my stay here, my hopeless thoughts would take up too much of my attention.

By the end of the week, I would go back to my dull, uncoordinated life where I'd continue to juggle my three odd jobs, all while trying to make ends meet. I'd still be that lost, clueless girl who wasn't living, just purely existing, nothing but a mindless zombie. Unlike here where the kind fishermen lived, I would have to return to the gruelling city where I would be alone with no family or friends to confide in or seek solace with, no one to rely on if times get tough.

I hadn't eaten anything since the drive to Chinhae's place, food being the least of my worries, even when hunger pains kept poking and prodding at my stomach, begging and pleading for me to get some god damn sustenance.

What was the point?

What was the point of making the effort to eat to survive if in the end I was still lost and unhappy?

The surroundings of my room got fuzzy, making everything morph together into one chaotic, blurry mess of colours, the beginnings of tears. The dam of my emotions had finally reached its limits, crumbling as the pent up emotions wanted release, too painful for me to keep them down any longer.

"Why?" I whispered to myself.

"Why me?"

My body hunched over and shook uncontrollably, steady salty streams fell and coated my cheeks as short, stuttering sobs left my lips. I reached up to rub my eyes trying to make them stop but it was useless, more just took their place.

Was this all my life was ever going to be?

My limbs went limp and heavy from all the built up tension and I couldn't help it when my body fell forward and collapsed down onto the bed once again, tears dampening the rumpled sheets from where my face was buried within, my louder and more frequent cries getting muffled by the fabrics.

Was it really worth it feeling sorry for myself, it's not like it was going to change my situation or make anything better. Crying won't fix things. No one was going to swoop in and whisk me away to a place where problems didn't exist, no this was reality. Everyone was out there for themselves.

I couldn't help it when more liquid proceeded to leak out from my now most likely puffy eyes. Numerous choked out gasps and whimpers initially consumed me as I was helpless in trying to stop everything from just flowing out. It was like my body had unconsciously switched to autopilot.

Tightly fisting the sheets, tremors erupted throughout my slumped out form from how hard I was crying now. Would I ever find the strength to stop? Maybe life would be lenient for once and make me die from it. It's not like the world would stop turning if I did succumb to death. It would sure as hell put me out of my misery.

Grasping my chest, I struggled to breathe, as an onslaught of violent screams came tumbling out making it almost impossible to get in any ounce of oxygen. My throat and lungs seized up and burned hot embers from the continuous fits I was being subjected to, needing some form of relief but getting denied. The muscles in my diaphragm getting overexerted.

Breathe!

I shook and thrashed around, messing up the sheets more, eyes scrunching shut as my panic increased, needing air.

I...I-I can't breathe!

Scratching at my throat, I tried to get a grasp on my bearings, to assume and gain back some control, but my now fitful screams just weren't having it. I had realised that I had descended into a full blown anxiety attack, something I haven't experienced since my early adolescence.

Letting out small tears in front of the fishermen that day in the cafe was a bitter forewarning for what was happening to me in this current moment. Just like with my severe panic attacks it had been forever since I had poured out my feelings and emotions in the form of crying.

Screaming and hyperventilating out all my pain and struggles, pulling at messy strands of hair till it hurt, and clawing at my neck leaving red marks, I grew fed up with this life I found myself living. My body eventually going completely lax after the last of my energy was used up, laying my head on the heavily tear stained blankets.

What was the point anymore? I thought as I just lay there pathetically.

I'm sick of this, I'm tired..

I'm too tired to care about anything anymore.

My vision began to fade in and out, eventually settling into a pitch black abyss which sucked me into unconsciousness as my whole being had finally had enough of everything.

Hopefully I won't wake up this time round.

My hand unknowingly fell to the side where it rested against a certain black hat.

How am I still alive?

Similar thoughts were displayed on Ms Jee's face the moment I descended the stairs of the inn after my mental breakdown. My eyes were extremely swollen and red from the excess amount of tears that were shed as she took in the sight with a weirded out expression.

I had slowly made my way to the exit, totally devoid of life before she spoke up.

Urgh, I don't have the energy to handle you..

"Who went away and died to get you looking like crap? Oh hun, was it your boyfriend?"

Where she would've thought I would finally lose it and fire back something in offense, I surprised her and even myself with my words.

"You w-were right...Nobody gets what they want in life...T-thank you for telling me the facts...I should've taken your word for it sooner...

"Well I..." She uttered, astonished. Clearing her throat, she continued nonchalantly, "Good to see someone taking my advice for a change. The sooner you realise where we all stand in life, the amount of disappointment you will save from experiencing when stuff fails to go your way. Things can't get any worse if you're already at rock bottom."

Standing there in the centre of the lobby, nodding at her words in agreement, I couldn't help but give her a small smile, further shocking her. Maybe everyone has the ability to be somewhat supportive, even if it is through harsh advice. She continued to remain speechless when I finally made my exit.

"Thanks again Ms Jee..."

Finding myself idly sitting along the sandy shores of the town's beach, I forced down bites of a basic lettuce and tomato sandwich which I snagged from a random store that was just about to close. Not tasting it at all, I focused on the fact that at least it was making my stomach finally shut up.

The moon halfway to first-quarter, oversaw me trying to be enthusiastic about my pathetic lunch as it hovered in the still daytime sky. I stared at it for a moment, admiring its simple beauty.

Even a ball of rock orbiting the earth has a purpose... I thought in dismay. It ensures that the tides always have a reason to move and is the lone lantern of the night that guides one through the dark.

But what am I? What's my reason for existing? As far as I know, all I've been doing is wasting precious air. No scratch that, I'm a supposed half-fish person who curses people. Scanning my legs for fun, I tried to look for the scales I apparently shed. Nope just boring skin, I wish I was that cool.

Maybe Chinhae was drunk that night and mistook the skin condition on my feet for scales. Or perhaps he really is looney, it's hard to tell. Although, out of all the delusional words that Yang Chinhae spouted, one thing stood out.

He stated that he witnessed others that night, others who had supposedly left me on those sandy shores. Could they have been my parents, relatives even? If he saw them just dump me and run, why didn't he go after them?

If I did go back and demand answers he'd probably stick to his fairytale story and say that they jumped back into the sea to their underwater palace or something ridiculous like that. However, that's provided he doesn't murder me before I even get a chance to speak. He seemed pretty intent last time on spearing me like some fish.

Crumpling up the plastic from the finished sandwich, I stuffed it in my pocket letting out a sigh.

No, I truly have hit the end of the road for answers..

Should I pack up and leave early? Three more days here is going to be pointless.

Lost in my world of depressive thoughts, I wasn't expecting to be greeted by something that caused an unexpected sense of déjà vu.

A long shadow was cast upon my seated form, blocking the late light of the sun and my view of the waves. I was overcome by a strange feeling that rocked my very core as butterflies proceeded to flutter around in my stomach, the person standing in front of me in those all too familiar clothes making my nerves go haywire.

Clearing his throat from where it was above me further clarified as to who this person was, that deep audible sound sending tingles that went straight through my whole being.

Trying to appear like I wasn't affected by his presence, I directed my gaze towards the man's face, heart beating erratically against my rib cage when I was once again struck by his otherworldly appearance, like that day back in the cafe. Déjà vu indeed.

Midnight hair subtly swaying with the breeze, his pearlescent skin accentuated his rosy lips as he stared directly at me, no hint of expression.

"I-I....um..uh.." My brain failed to compute, as I awkwardly stumbled over my words, sounding more like I was trying to talk while being strangled. How embarrassing!

"I... um...you...y-you are man..."

Oh god what even?! I mentally smacked myself. Just stop talking!

Gulping, I settled on just staring, his eyes breaking our gaze, roaming over my form instead, analysing and calculating like he was hoping to find something. I tried my best not to seem intimidated and shrink in on myself like I was so used to doing in these types of situations. Unfortunately, that's kind of hard to do when he's sporting such a stoic look while standing over me like some frickin giant. Is he going to say something or?

"Well I should hope so... I was the last time I checked," he uttered out, soothing, raspy tones that could just lull anyone into a gentle, wistful sleep.

"Wha-?" I looked at him dumbfounded, soon realising that he had responded to my retarded, choppy statement that I randomly let out under pressure. Rubbing my arm for comfort I put on a forced smile.

"Oh yeah haha, o-of course you are... silly me, forget I said that, uh...you ok?"

Nodding his head in reply, his cerulean eyes come back up to rest on my own, I try to will myself not look away out of habit. Oh boy this is hard.

"My eyes could be deceiving me, but I'm pretty sure that's mine," he said, motioning to the item of clothing placed beside me that I had mindlessly brought along with me after my tearfest. Ever since that hat had found itself in my possession it had provided a weird sense of grounding for me, a steady comfort that I took for granted.

"O-oh right! S-sorry for not realising sooner! My m-mind isn't all with me at the moment....Yes, I've been l-looking to give it back to you...e-ever since that day at the beach."

Picking up the black headpiece, I pushed myself up off the sandy ground, dusting some grains off from where they stuck to my shorts. Now standing in front of the man, he was still a great deal taller than me as I quickly held it out for him to take.

"H-here I kept it safe, just a little sandy in places..." My hands shook out of nervousness from our close proximity, his dominant aura not helping in the slightest.

Giving me a low hum I presume in 'thanks', he reached out and took it, one of his large, pale hands gently brushing over one of mine amidst the exchange.

Everything would've seemed normal with this, that was until the moment his skin decided to touch mine. A great big surge of what I can only relate to as electricity, spiked from the point of impact, running through and filling every little crevice of my body. It wasn't hot or cold, but made me jolt and waver on my spot, my eyesight going stark white for a moment hindering my vision.

I let out a surprised gasp as I clutched my throbbing head, my knees going weak before completely buckling. Feeling myself falling dangerously to one side, my body continued to fluctuate from the strange wave of energy.

I braced myself to hit the ground, hoping the powdery surface of the sand would absorb most of the impact. I waited in anticipation until a pair of strong arms caught me around my middle, firmly holding me up by the waist and preventing my fall.

"Hey!" I heard the man shout out, shock evident in his deep voice.

What's happening to me?

After a few more seconds of being lost in a sea of white, my vision slowly cleared and returned back to normal. The strange electric sensations dissipated, leaving a faint buzzing feeling in their wake.

Did I just have a seizure?

Now coherent, I blinked a couple of times as I scanned my surroundings, realising I had been brought back to the ground to rest against one of the man's knees while he looked down on me clutching my arms. The blue in his eyes turned a shade darker from the sudden situation.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked softly, his whirlpool orbs darting back and forth between my own. I shivered at his masculine tone and where his large hands held my weakened body in place.

"I-I...I think so.."

Helping my body to sit upright, all the while maintaining his firm hold on my arms in case I get dizzy, I thank him shyly. Silence surrounded us as I caught my breath, legs feeling like a bunch of pins and needles were jabbing them from the inside out.

I ran my hands over them trying to ease the weird sensation, all the while I could feel the mystery man observe me quietly from the side. The warmth from his body slowly seeping into my own.

I meekly looked up to see his face was awfully close to mine, making heat rise to my cheeks. "Who are you?" He suddenly asked, glancing over me again.

Raising an eyebrow at his off topic question, I decided that no harm could come out of me telling him my name.

"C-Cheong Y/n... why?"

Shaking his head at my response he began again, changing the wording slightly, "No, I mean what are you?"

Huh?

Looking at my clearly confused face he sighed in annoyance, his gentle demeanor changing drastically into something that was more rough and dangerous.

"Don't play games with me, I felt it too, when we touched," he shot out, making me shrink backwards, the task proving difficult with our current position and him holding me firmly in place.

Tension filled the air as he gave me a look as to speak, however I had no idea what he wanted me to say. When he realised I wasn't going to reply he let out a groan in frustration and settled his sight instead on my feet. I certainly wasn't expecting him to go ahead and start randomly taking off my shoes and socks, much against my protest.

"W-what are you doing!?"

He ignored my shrieks, taking off my footwear, all while I thrashed around in bewilderment. My struggles proved useless as I realised he was a great deal stronger than me.

Once the last sock was off and tossed to the side somewhere, the hideous condition of my feet was revealed to him, in all their scarred glory. I looked away ashamed at suddenly being exposed like this, knowing he'll most likely be grossed out at the sight.

"Thought so.." he muttered to himself, as he eyed them carefully.

"Y-you have a f-foot fetish or something, y-you pervert!?"

Scoffing at that, he delicately traced the lines of the uneven skin making them tickle slightly. Self consciousness took root as I grew nervous and flustered at being touched so intimately like this by a complete stranger, a man at that.

"Stop...D-don't t-touch me!"

"Do you always stutter?"

"W-what's that g-got to do with what you're doing!?"

"Nothing, but it's annoying."

"L-let g-go of me!" I shouted, dismissing his insult, tugging my feet against his iron grip which he refused to let go of.

"I knew there was something different about you, you didn't have that typical human aura. Why are you on land so often, don't you know it's not wise. Where did you get the elixir?"

His sudden statements and questions left me dumbfounded, not shedding any light on our current predicament or justifying his actions. What was with me encountering nut cases lately? He must be related to Mr Yang by the way he's acting.

"W-what are you even talking about!? Are you high?"

Elixir? Is that a new drug or something?

"Urgh, would you calm down! You really want to keep up that human act? There's no point in lying when I know! You've given me all the proof I need."

"If you don't let me go then I'll scream!" I huffed out.

"We're too far away for anyone to hear so don't waste your time."

Relenting, I decided to play along with his ludicrous assumptions. "I'm human, a homo-sapien, I come in flipping peace! I have no idea what your drugged up mind is thinking, so let go!"

"You're unbelievable," he spoke out enthralled. "Do I have to drag you into the water myself to spell it out for you."

Feeling my eyes going wide with fear, not liking his intentions at all at this point, I discreetly grabbed a fist full of sand from behind me. Was this psycho going to drown me? "Y-you've got your hat back, s-so just leave me alone."

"You really don't know do you? What you are, why your feet are like this? Just like mine..." His voice calmed down a teather, seeing the clear panic on my face. His steady grip on me loosening ever so slightly to try and make him seem like less of a threat.

Using this opportunity when he was in this more docile state, I quickly flung my handful of sand into his face, causing his eyes to widen in surprise as it effectively blinded him. He let out a pained shout as he let go of me bringing his hands up to his eyes.

Getting up as fast as I could, I made a mad dash towards the buildings of the town, not faltering in the slightest. Why does my luck with people run so short?

Packing up the last of his gear, the elderly man was just about to head in for the night before he was suddenly alerted by someone's presence.

Turning around to face them, the man's eyes lit up when he recognised the familiar face of his long time friend. He was about to capture him in a bone-crushing hug until realisation dawned on him about his sudden visitation, his carefree manner turning slightly more serious.

"What're ye doin' back so soon? Ye know it's hard on ya body. Somthin' up?" Uncertainty etched into his voice.

His friend made a low hum as he contemplated his words of reasoning. Scratching the back of his neck, he stared into the aged man's face with assertiveness.

"What can you tell me about a woman named Y/n?"

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 | ༄⋆

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Saints&Reading: Wednesday, June 19, 2024

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VENERABLE DODO OF THE ST. DAVID-GAREJI MONASTERY, GEORGIA (596)

A companion of St. Davit of Gareji, St. Dodo belonged to the royal family Andronikashvili. He was tonsured a monk while still an youth, and was endowed with every virtue. An admirer of poverty and solitude, he labored as a hermit at Ninotsminda in Kakheti. Having heard about the miracles of Davit of Gareji, St. Dodo set off for the Gareji Wilderness to witness them himself. The venerable fathers greeted one another warmly and began laboring there together. After some time, St. Davit became deeply impressed with Dodo’s devotion to the Faith, and he proposed that he take with him some of the other monks and begin to construct cells on the opposite mountain.

The brothers built cells and began to labor there with great ardor. Before long the number of cells had reached two hundred. St. Dodo isolated himself in a narrow crevice, where there was barely room for one man. Day and night, winter and summer, in the heat and the cold, he prayed with penitent tears for the forgiveness of his sins, the strengthening of the souls of his brothers, and the bolstering of the true Faith throughout the country. Once St. Davit miraculously healed the son of Prince Bubakar of Rustavi. In return, the grateful prince donated food and other necessities to the monks of Gareji Monastery. St. Davit took part of his contributions and sent what remained to St. Dodo. He advised Bubakar to have St. Dodo baptize him, and St. Dodo joyously baptized Bubakar, his sons, and all his suite. St. Dodo labored to an advanced age in the monastery he had founded and reposed peacefully. His spiritual sons and companions buried him in the cave where he had labored, and a church was later built over his grave.

SAINT BESSARION THE WONDERWORKER OF EGYPT (466)

Saint Bessarion, Wonderworker of Egypt was an Egyptian. He was baptized while still in his youth, and he led a strict life, striving to preserve the grace given him during Baptism. Seeking to become more closely acquainted with the monastic life, he journeyed to the holy places. He was in Jerusalem, he visited Saint Gerasimus (March 4) in the Jordanian wilderness, he viewed other desert monasteries, and assimilated all the rules of monastic life.

Upon his return, he received monastic tonsure and became a disciple of Saint Isidore of Pelusium (February 4). Saint Bessarion took a vow of silence, and partook of food only once a week. Sometimes he remained without food or drink for forty days. Once, the saint stood motionless for forty days and forty nights without food or sleep, immersed in prayer.

Saint Bessarion received from God the gift of wonderworking. When his disciple was very thirsty, he sweetened bitter water. By his prayer the Lord sent rain upon the earth, and he could cross a river as if on dry land. With a single word he cast out devils, but he did this privately to avoid glory.

His humility was so great that once, when a priest ordered someone from the skete to leave church for having fallen into sin, Bessarion also went with him saying, “I am a sinner, too.” Saint Bessarion slept only while standing or sitting. A large portion of his life was spent under the open sky in prayerful solitude. He peacefully departed to the Lord in his old age.

Source: Orthodox Church in America

ACTS 23:1-11

1 Then Paul, looking earnestly at the council, said, "Men and brethren, I have lived in all good conscience before God until this day." 2 And the high priest Ananias commanded those who stood by him to strike him on the mouth. 3 Then Paul said to him, "God will strike you, you whitewashed wall! For you sit to judge me according to the law, and do you command me to be struck contrary to the law?" 4 And those who stood by said, "Do you revile God's high priest?" 5 Then Paul said, "I did not know, brethren, that he was the high priest; for it is written, 'You shall not speak evil of a ruler of your people.' " 6 But when Paul perceived that one part were Sadducees and the other Pharisees, he cried out in the council, "Men and brethren, I am a Pharisee, the son of a Pharisee; concerning the hope and resurrection of the dead I am being judged!" 7 And when he had said this, a dissension arose between the Pharisees and the Sadducees; and the assembly was divided. 8 For Sadducees say that there is no resurrection-and no angel or spirit; but the Pharisees confess both. 9 Then there arose a loud outcry. And the scribes of the Pharisees' party arose and protested, saying, "We find no evil in this man; but if a spirit or an angel has spoken to him, let us not fight against God." 10 Now when there arose a great dissension, the commander, fearing lest Paul might be pulled to pieces by them, commanded the soldiers to go down and take him by force from among them, and bring him into the barracks. 11 But the following night the Lord stood by him and said, "Be of good cheer, Paul; for as you have testified for Me in Jerusalem, so you must also bear witness at Rome."

JOHN 16:15-23

15 All things that the Father has are Mine. Therefore I said that He will take of Mine and declare it to you. 16 A little while, and you will not see Me; and again a little while, and you will see Me, because I go to the Father. 17 Then some of His disciples said among themselves, "What is this that He says to us, 'A little while, and you will not see Me; and again a little while, and you will see Me'; and, 'because I go to the Father'?" 18 They said therefore, "What is this that He says, 'A little while'? We do not know what He is saying." 19 Now Jesus knew that they desired to ask Him, and He said to them, "Are you inquiring among yourselves about what I said, 'A little while, and you will not see Me; and again a little while, and you will see Me'? 20 Most assuredly, I say to you that you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice; and you will be sorrowful, but your sorrow will be turned into joy. 21 A woman, when she is in labor, has sorrow because her hour has come; but as soon as she has given birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world. 22 Therefore you now have sorrow; but I will see you again and your heart will rejoice, and your joy no one will take from you. 23 And in that day you will ask Me nothing. Most assuredly, I say to you, whatever you ask the Father in My name He will give you.

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