#I can't believe I wrote so much

[kaus-quietis]

Greetings, Anon! Thank you for your questions. I have to admit, even in the past, I refrained from posting reactions or speculations as BSD chapters release, but you already knew that, so I will indulge you. I'll answer each part of your ask. BSD ch113 thoughts below, manga spoilers ahead.

♠ "What was your raw reaction?" It was not a calm, quiet one, I can tell you that. No, in fact I screamed with excitement as if I was in a Roman amphitheatre and my favourite gladiator just got back up on his feet, out of sheer force of will, grinning and sweaty. My scream was the fastest way I could "verbalize" the fact that I was overjoyed to see him alive again, even if it's in the 15th century, and on top of that he seemed to be some kind of spy monk all chained up and having what seems to be a ridiculous amount of fun getting caught and discussing with Bram. This is all very in-character for him.

♠ "Was that something you expected?" Absolutely not. Yes, yes, I truly did not expect a jump back in time and this infobomb drop, despite the fact that we did get a few hints that Fedya seemed present at past events when all the other character really appeared younger than him (near the end of S4ep3, where on a rooftop Fedya says "It's not V, it's Five" and I am seriously like bruh I give up what I want to say is I need more data to work with, what am I supposed to do with this, rationally speaking?). However, we can't yet extract anything conclusive from this. Is he ageless? A time-traveler? Immortal? Does he revive? When was he born? Was he born at all or created differently somehow? Is he of BSD's world, or an external one (Beast liveaction finale anyone?)? Is this all within the Book and he's just… idk flipping the pages? Anything is possible and I refuse to spend a lot of time working with incomplete data. This is not very follower-friendly (as in, my blog is basically inactive in-between), I know and I apologize, but if after many chapters there will be something worthwile to add to my essay (with what Fukuchi said in ch113 I already have important stuff to add), under those circumstances I will consider writing an update. It's not yet time.

♠ "<Was that> something you felt different for the characterization we all made for Fyodor?" Hmm, I would hesitate to refer to a characterization "we all made" for him (I wish! T o T), because my analysis and blog are but a tiny tiny part of the fandom (I think…? I wonder about my Fedya essay's reach or influence sometimes). But let's say here we refer to one that comes close to what I tried to show in my essay. In that case, I would say that there is nothing to fear here in this chapter, but it's very understandable to have massive trust issues at this point. We went through a miserable, miserable time when the previous ones made the guy who visually memorized a full deck of used cards somehow not notice Chuuya wearing contacts and fake vampire teeth, despite knowing the vampire race since… well, the 15th century! I cannot even begin to describe what I felt reading ch111.5-112, I was beyond repulsed. Lovers of "villain" characters understand the following thing well: in most media, our fav has to lose, he has to die or disappear at some point, with rare exceptions. I, too, know this well, but that was no compelling way to solve BSD's villain threat. I still don't know how BSD will wash away that narrative stain, as I consider it, but then again one of the reasons we love this manga is that it keeps us on the edge of our seats and the most absurd yet fun turns can happen out of the blue. We can reasonably ask ourselves: ok, what is the purpose of showing Fedya's backstory now? If it's for build-up, we can already start grinning like Cheshire cats. What could possibly be next? I'm cautiously optimistic, things look in-character and good to me. Very good, in fact.

♠ "Or do you think it is later on going add some depth to his character?" Backstories are shown usually for a very clear purpose. We don't know the purpose yet, but if it's done well, then… then my whole essay could be at risk lmao (and I love this sensation). New info could add so much depth to his character, in fact, that his previously observed traits could gain new meanings, or even contradictory ones. Whichever it will be, I think it's pretty safe to bet on "his backstory will be very relevant".

♠ Bonus: even if I enjoy going "full analytical" and enter conference speech mode when asked, I am driven by strong emotions, by which I want to say – I am not immune to assassin/spy monk Fedya chained up like that and having the time of his life again. I missed seeing him entertained like that, and his current …………. visual representation in the.. uh. ..chapter, yeah, well, it's doing things to my Depeche Mode-worshipping heart.

Anyway, to conclude with some facts we know as of now:

a. Fedya and Bram are inside the Bran Castle, close to the Romanian city of Brașov, "deep in the Carpathians" although not built at high altitude itself. It's basically a fortress built between 1377-1388, with several later additions. The BSD representation of it is very accurate to how it looks today. It's near perfect, actually, I applaud.

b. Bram mentions King Matthias, and in this context that can only mean Matthias Corvinus, King of Hungary for 1458-1490. The meeting between Fedya and Bram thus happens some year during his reign, when Transylvania was still part of the Kingdom of Hungary. What is still strange to me is that I can't pinpoint Bram's exact position, as in… were his people independent? Or avoided? I feel like I need to re-read past Bram-related chapters to think about this.

c. Nevermind Bram, the things that Fukuchi says, those are the real goldmine here, but the gold is still… encrypted? I mean: Fedya made the DoA plan (more than confirmed now), and because Fukuchi asked for the condition to keep casualties under 500, Fedya respected that and we got entertained for like half of the whole BSD manga: using coin bombs for terror, for economic/political destabilization, using the vampire infection to avoid further violence, these things. The more you think about it, the more insane it gets. Since Fedya agreed to this condition, it means causing (more) deaths and violence were expendable things to him. (But imagine this: Fukuchi said "I want max. 500 deaths" and Fedya said "Yeah I can do that", now if Fukuchi would've said "I want max. 2 deaths" I really believe Fedya would've still said "Yeah I can do that". What can't he do, especially since murder for murder's sake isn't his goal?). This is in perfect harmony with his "necessary deaths only" approach so far, and much much more. There are far more implications in what Fukuchi said, which I won't type out here now. Gotta keep them and build around them for a future analysis update.

This was a rather long read, but still, I hope this satisfies your curiosities, Anon. *bows dramatically & disappears in a borderline insufferable ENTP way*

[mmmilkweed]

how do you think the ancients and the beast would react to know that pv and smc had children

I WAS GOING TO MAKE A COMIC BUT ARG HAVE THE TEXT VERSION

For the Ancients... PV was *supposed* to tell them about Smilks pregnancy. He was GOING to tell them. But turns out Smilk gets a LOT worse, attitude wise, and basically.. All his time was spent on Smilk ( for the first 3 months it was just Smilk absolutely abusing his Pregnancy Status. Think: "I can't believe you won't let me do this, I'm carrying your child! " basically having PV wrapped around his pinkie. After that? The pregnancy actually hit him like a bus. Funs over, now he needed PV for real)

For the last 2 months of Smilks pregnancy, he basically didn't speak to any other ancient. All communication stopped. But that's not too far from the ordinary when it comes to PV, so no one questioned it.

Until he strode into a meeting with a babe swaddled to his chest.

First, the ancients were confused. Is he babysitting? Such a young cookie? Maybe. But then again her icing seemed oddly familiar to Vanilla's (minus the slight blue undertones.) So, of course, they asked who's she was. "Why, mine of course! This is Lemon Meringue Cookie." he'd say with a bright smile.

Then they'd be offended. No one is surprised PV got.. Busy.. With someone so soon, but not even introduce them to the mother? That was uncharacteristic. They didn't even know he was courting anyone! And so they voice their concerns. And then PV's face scrunches as he thinks. "Oh. I seemed to have forgot to send the letters. My apologies. Shadow Milk Cookie became a whole lot more.. Demanding, once he got pregnant."

Oh the silence that followed. All eyes on Pure Vanilla. They just stared at each other, PV shuffling in place, uncomfortable. At once, the table erupted. Hollyberry was the first to speak: "She's adorable!" Golden Cheese's face seemed both disgusted and impressed: "You bed the Beast of Deceit?!". Dark Cacao threw a hand in the air. "What were you thinking, Pure Vanilla Cookie?!"

Hollyberry was also the first to stand up and coo over the little Lemon nested against her father. She was already singing the little Cookie's praises. PV warned against touching her - not that he didn't trust his friends, it was just that Smilk took issue with it. Says she'd smell weird if they touched her. PV couldn't tell if it was a joke or not.

Golden Cheese joined her, but instead of praise she scrutinized the little bug. "She's going to have your nose, poor thing." though her tone was fond.

Dark Cacao remained seated, brows furrowed. He wasn't sure of this.. Decision PV made without consulting any of them. He was skeptical, worried PV was getting manipulated. Worried PV will fail to take action when time comes, simply because Smilk gave him a child. So he voiced his concerns. And PV listened, and nodded and agreed with his friend. He already knew - of course he did, spending so much time with Smilk - and he was prepared for the worst. From one father to another, they shared wordless acknowledgedment. "..She is rather adorable." DC said, also joining the circle around the babe.

I'll do the beasts some other time idk, it would be a lot less interesting though. Mostly just "Nah nah guys this is all a part of my plan dw. This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that PV knows How To Get It On and its hard not to say yes to his breeding kink guys I swear. Anyway this is my second pregnancy and yes it's still part of my plan guys I swear"

[kitkat-sans]

"An injured animal is more dangerous than one that's healthy"

B-127 whined as more energon pooled from his intake, his servo weakly clutching up against it, as if it would stop the leak.

A pede pushed against his back strut and groaned out in pain, his pathetic cries ending up in static. A servo went to yank his sensitive sensory horns, and there was nothing he could do but cry out in pain.

All was but a blur wheen he heard those around him seem to laugh at his agony.

B-127 was terrified.

He just wants all of this to stop.

...

Please just stop i'm scared-

Please just stop i'm scared-

Please just stop i'm scared-

Please just stop i'm scared-

Please just stop i'm scared--

Please just stop i'm scared-

PLEASE STOP!

...

It happened all too fast-

When did he activate his knife hands?

Why is there so much energon?

Why is he covered in energon?

Why is there so much bodies?

Why is there so much fire?

Why is there so much explosions?

Why is he crying so much?

Why is he so terrified?

Why-

...

Why isn't he talking?

[danadiadea]

Voldemort would never even consider touching Snape, in fact, it was his pet who killed him. Stop posting this crap in the Voldemort tag. You're embarrassing yourselves in front of who actually understand the character and know that Snape is not his canon partner.

Warnings: smut, explicit content, Voldemort fucking someone who's not Bellatrix, Voldemort actively considering touching Snape; oral sex, anal sex, rimming, fingering, dirtytalk, slight dub-con if you squint.

The air in the luxurious bedroom of Malfoy Manor was thick with the scent of Narcissa's refined roses. The room was a testament to the greatness or pure blood, of the superiority of wizards – unnaturally soft velvet drapes pooled on the marble floor, a four-poster bed was draped in mysteriously shimmering silks, and floating candles cast fractured light on the walls – a place just barely good enough to host the heir of Slytherin himself.

Severus stood before Voldemort, his slender frame unnaturally rigid, his thin lips pressed tight together. His black eyes, usually sharp and unpenetratable, got clouded with an emotion for a second – was it guilt, or a twisted sense of elation, it was impossible to tell – but then got cold and empty again. He stood there, knowing that Albus Dumbledore was dead and feeling the warm blood Avada had never spilt on his hands.

Voldemort, meanwhile, loomed before him, his presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. His red eyes were gleaming with such power, such raw force, it made even Severus, who was accustomed to that overpowering presence, feel small.

“You’ve done well, Severus,”  Voldemort purred, his voice a soft hiss that sent shivers down Snape’s spine. “I always knew that you would do for me what that Malfoy's cub could never accomplish."

Severus bowed his head, his black hair falling forward to shield his expression. “It was my duty, my lord,” he whispered, his tone a careful mix of pride and humility. 'Severus, please' – his memory helpfully provided. It was his duty indeed, but it didn't make it any easier.

Voldemort stepped closer, his chalk white fingers reaching out to tilt Severus' chin up. “Duty, yes,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “But also loyalty, wasn't it? You’re my most trusted advisor, my favourite servant (and you're way more fun than Bellatrix). And favourites deserve rewards.”

Snape's breath hitched as Voldemort’s hand moved down, sliding over his chest, his abdomen, before resting on his sharp hip bone. The touch was possessive, demanding, and Severus felt his resolve waver. He knew what was coming – he had anticipated it, even craved it – but the knowledge did nothing to ease the shame that coiled in his gut.

“Undress,”  Voldemort commanded, his high voice indisputable. “Let me see what I own.”

Severus' fingers trembled as he unfastened his belt, the sound of the buckle clinking against the marble floor loud in the silence. He took off his black, heavy robes, and naked, he stood before the Dark Lord, pale skin stark against the darkness of the clothes at his feet. His body was so thin it looked fragile, but there was defiance in this vulnerability.

Voldemort’s eyes raked over him, cold and appraising. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his lipless mouth curving. “So delicate, so obedient. You’re a masterpiece, Severus. My masterpiece I made out of a pathetic half-blood boy.”

Severus flinched at the words, the praise feeling like a brand. He was no masterpiece – he was a traitor, a murderer, and his exhausted body was decaying together with his shattered soul. But the Dark Lord's voice sounded as irresistible as ever, and he needed more.

Voldemort stepped closer, his body pressing against Severus’, his skin cool against the warmth of Snape’s flesh. “On your knees,” he ordered, his breath hot against Snape’s helplessly burning cheek. “Show me how loyal you are.”

Severus obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees on the cold marble. His knees hurt – but the walls of the room were light blue, the colour of Albus' eyes, and that hurt more.

Voldemort’s large hands gripped Severus' hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. “You’re mine, Severus,” he hissed, his voice suddenly sounding completely inhumane. “Body and soul. Never forget that.”

Severus closed his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes, my Lord,” he whispered, the words a surrender, because he was the Dark Lord's, wholly and completely now, with Albus dead and the Order dreaming to have his head nailed next to the heads of the Blacks' house elves.

Voldemort’s grip in his hair went cruel, which was a sign to act. Severus leaned forward, his hands opening the robe, his lips parting to take Voldemort’s length, his tongue swirling around the head in a slow, deliberate motion. The Dark Lord hissed, his cold body arching into the touch.

“That’s it,”  Voldemort groaned, his voice low with need. “Suck me in, Severus. Show me how much you want this.”

Snape obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his tongue tracing every vein, every ridge. He could taste the bitterness of guilt, mingling with the weirdly humane salt of the Dark Lord's skin. He took the cock down to the root, his hooked nose pressing into Voldemort's hairless abdomen, and breathed deep to take control over his protesting throat. His nails pressed into the thin, translucent skin of his wrists, the sharp pain being welcomed.

“Good boy,” Voldemort murmured, encouraging. “So eager, so obedient. You’re perfect, Severus. My perfect little traitor.”

The word struck Snape like a blow, a surge of primal, animalistic fear of being uncovered freezing his insides, but after a horrific second, he understood Voldemort meant his betrayal of the Order. His traitorous body disagreed it's all there was, though, hard and aching and aroused despite the atrocity he committed.

Voldemort pulled away abruptly, taking the cock out with a lewd sound. “Enough,” he said, his voice strained. “Time for your reward.”

Snape looked up, his eyelashes wet with tears, his throat chafed and tired. Voldemort’s red eyes met his, red like blood, and Lily's hair under the candlelight. 

"On the bed,” he commanded.

Snape laid down promptly, the silk sheets cool against his skin, legs spread wide in invitation. The Dark Lord loomed over him, his thin body looking as frightening and inhumane as ever.

“So open, so willing,” Voldemort said, his hands tracing the lines of Snape’s waist. “Do you remember how I took you in, Severus? Young, hungry for power, desperate to be mine. You didn't change all that much, did you, my little snake?”

Severus bit his lip, letting out a quiet, needy sound. He wanted the burning stretch, the overwhelming pleasure, the heady feeling of belonging; he wanted punishment, penance for his sins, pain so intense it would erase Potter's cracking voice shouting 'Coward!' from his head.

Voldemort’s fingers settled on Severus' entrance, his powerful magic slicking it up without needing a wand or an incantation. He pressed an unnaturally long digit inside, slow and deliberate, watching as Severus’ body arched in response. 

“So tight,” he murmured, his voice amused. “You were made for this, Severus. Made to serve both as my impeccable weapon and as my little whore.”

Severus moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as he felt the burn of the penetration. Voldemort’s words were poison, sweet and deadly, and he drank them down greedily. He was made for this, it was his purpose, his penance, his reward, his duty – everything.

Voldemort added a second finger, stretching Snape further, his movements getting rougher. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his snakelike face against Severus' red ear. “You like being mine, being used by me.”

Severus nodded, body trembling with need. “Yes,” he gasped, his voice coming out in a desperate whimper. “Yes, my Lord. I like it. I need it.”

He didn't even know if he was lying anymore. Voldemort’s fingers left his body, and then he felt the Dark Lord bending down on the bed – getting lower...

"Ugh!" Severus screamed in surprise and awe when he felt a slick, wet, too long to belong to a human tongue breaching his loose entrance. All the air left his lungs, and a shaky sob was torn from his lips. "Please, my- Ah, please, my Lord, need cock, need your cock, please..." he chanted, as his body was opening up torturously.

Voldemort pulled back and smiled. “Good,” he said, satisfied and perfectly controlled. “Because I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think, until you can’t even be happy you got rid of Dumbledore for me, because your brain is so full of my cock.”

With that, he positioned himself at Snape’s entrance, while Severus choked on sudden pain from Albus being mentioned. But then the Dark Lord thrust forward, hard and relentless, his length filling Severus' guts completely, and Severus cried out, his body arching off the bed, his nails digging into the sheets, and his brain going helplessly numb.

“That’s it,” Voldemort growled, his hands gripping Snape’s hips. “Take it, bitch. Just like that.”

Snape moaned, his body adjusting to the intrusion, the pleasure building slowly and the acute pain making his legs shake slightly. Voldemort moved with a rhythm that was both brutal and calculated, his body sliding against Snape's flushed skin.

“You’re mine,” Voldemort whispered, provoking a small needy whine. “Mine to use, mine to break. Say it, Severus. Say you’re mine.”

Snape’s eyes fluttered open, his clouded black gaze unfocused. “I’m yours,” he gasped. “Yours to use, yours to break.”

Voldemort’s thrusts quickened, his body moving with a frenzied urgency.

“That’s right,”  he growled. “You’re mine, Severus. My traitor, my toy, my perfect little slut.”

It should've hurt, but Snape couldn’t bring himself to care. The pleasure was overwhelming, making his abdonmed tighten with need and his untouched cock strain. He felt long-fingered hand move between his legs, nails pushing cruelly into the soft flesh of his shaking thigh, teeth pressing against the pale canvas of his neck, cock slamming into his burning insides, and he whimpered desperately, his body tensing as orgasm crashed over him.

“That’s it,” Voldemort chucked. “Cum for me, Severus. Cum for your master.”

Severus’s body shook helplessly, his eyes rolling back and his voice screaming uncontrollably, hoarse and broken and pained.

Voldemort thrust one final time, his own release spilling into Snape with a guttural groan. He collapsed on top of Severus, thin body slick with sweat, entwined with his servant's boneless, pliant form.

“You’re incredible,” Voldemort murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “My most loyal servant, my favorite toy. My little murderer.”

Severus lay beneath him, his mind not registering the words, yet still unpenetratable in a way his body wasn't. He felt spent, used, broken, but there was a strange sense of peace and finality in him, like a chapter of his life finally got finished, and there was a new one awaiting. We felt tears streaming down his cheeks, and it felt so surreal – because he killed Albus, yet somehow it wasn't the reason he cried.

Voldemort rolled off him, leaving his body all soft and opened. Red eyes met black. 

“Rest now,”  Voldemort said, his voice almost gentle, almost affectionate. “You’ve earned it.”

Severus obeyed without daring to protest, his breath evening out as he drifted into a tired sleep. In the darkness, he dreamed of a soft, fatherly smile and warm eyes that always came in green, but this time looked strangely blue.

[gastersreturn]

Hi! I just wanted to thank you for giving us this story and tell you my thoughts!

I mean: this is the absolute peak

There are so many great stories about the Surface, the aftermath of No Mercy, and Gaster's return, and they're all great in their own way, but your story feels like a slight reimagining of those tropes! I also love how you keep dropping references to other stories, it's funny xDD

And while this story is just setting the tone for what's to come, I already have some thoughts and guesses about it.

First off: everything is SO in character! I can actually read the dialogue in their voices (or lack thereof, in Frisk's case) and it feels great!

Second off: your Muppet Frisk is so CUTE. And a little creepy. Especially when they smile too widely sometimes. Sometimes too cute. I think it suits them perfectly. And Frisk has a bit of a Player quality to them, right? But they still retain their childishness, which I think is the perfect combination for them in this story. They're just really sweet and not suspicious or manipulative at all. I can't wait to see what you do with them next!

Third: Flowey, Sans, and Papyrus are all really well-crafted 👍 I don't have much to say about them yet. Flowey just looks canon, but more relaxed on the Surface. Papyrus knows more than he lets on, but is still the same skeleton we know and love. Sans is funny (I love that meemee), but also observant, analytical, and able to defend his opinions. He also seems to be more at home on the Surface. Good for him.

Fourth: Undyne and Alphys are great, even though they don't really have that much screen time. Well, I guess they don't have any SKELETONS of their own in the closet. Besides liquid monsters. And maybe some connection between Alphys and Sans? We'll see.

Fifth: Gaster. Aster? Gaster. His analytical mind is interesting, but he definitely feels more callous compared to the other Monsters. He almost feels like a Human, he's that suspicious. Not that I can blame him, considering. But. It's just funny to think that he's actually more Human-like in his paranoia, and he definitely wouldn't like that comparison. And then there's the fact that Humans understand his thinking. He's a lot more Human-like than he'd like to admit, isn't he?

Sixth… Something's going on behind the scenes, right? I don't have much to say about Chara yet, but I'm glad they're going to be morally gray in this story. And Frisk also very often refers to their dialogues from No Mercy.

And one more thing. I'm not entirely sure, but either Gaster saw something from the Void… Or he felt us watching him. Too bad for him, we like this story too much to stop watching and reading his thoughts.

Anyway, I like what you did, and I'll be patiently waiting for the next pages! Thank you for preparing this wonderful story for us!

Oh geez! Never saw an ask this long before! And so nice too aaaaaa thank you thank you thank you!!!

I'm going to give you super long answer too, just for you x)

I do retake a lot of common tropes from other popular Undertale stories yeah! This AU is my personal love letter to Undertale and its fandom after 8-9 years in it, I needed to mention my favorite AUs, fanfics and tropes xD My goal is to play with the most popular ones as much as I can, to rewrite them, and trying to anticipate your reactions, to then surprise you with something new (or not, depends x)) After all, HE warn you about that himself, didn't he ?

(I know a lot of you forgot about those xD)

The characterisation is super important to me too, as I already said a lot of times before Dialogues are super important as well, so I'm glad you find them good and in character (big big compliment considering that I'm not a native english speaker 😭) For Frisk, I think it's rather obvious by now that the concept of the Player is not really present in this story, even though you, as a Reader, can be acknowledge. I wanted to kinda fuse Frisk's actual personnality in the game with the Player's, and I'm happy you think it works great! (Even though some people who knows the game really well can have questions about what it means about Chara since "our love become theirs and their love becomes ours", but dw I didn't forget about that)

I love that absolutely not suspicious or manipulative kid, I'm glad so many are liking them too (And it's good since they are HELLA important to the story x))

For the others, I absolutely love writing them too, little preference for Papyrus and Flowey. Toby's writing is just pur gold gosh I love analysing it. Obviously you haven't seen the end of them, they all have so much going on in their little heads too, just wait until you see more of it 👀 For Aster, he is very different from the rest of the monsters we see in the game yeah. More rational, more cold, more scared. He definitely is more human-like that he'd like to admit, even though to be honest, I don't think he would take it as bad as you think Still would not be pleased, but...not surprised either There is still a LOT of things to search about this guy, and you will discover it when the time is right Thank you so much for your super big ask, I really really appreciate it!! (Literally showed it to all my friends 😭😭😭) I think I answered to most of the points you mentionned, sorry if I forgot something x)

[crystalflygeo]

How to train your dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: dom bottom!reader and subtop!zhongli YEEAAAAH WE DOING THIS BABES. Collaring/Leash. pet play. primal play. praise kink. bit of shibari at the start. oral on reader.Zhongli has dragon features (horns/tail/tongue) but only 1 dick this time tho//hit.

notes: I ABSOLUTELY BLAME @zhxngii BECAUSE SHE AWAKENED MY INNER DOM. I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD DOM??? //HIT also @silentmoths bc together we brainrotted this idea I am so fucking WEAK for petplay dcbhbchjkancjak //rabid horny crys noises.

Light breathy moans escape your lips as you shift slightly against the bed headboard, back arching and biting your lip at the heated pleasure.

Your spread legs twitch a little as you groan, right hand tugging just slightly at the leash held in it. "Hng... fuck, t-that's a good boy..."

The pull of the collar around Zhongli's neck makes him press even closer against your pussy, licking and sucking more insistently at your wet folds. Long hair cascading down his back, though some strands drape around his shoulders and tickle at your skin.

You keen, free hand gripping so hard at the bed covers your knuckles turn white. The man buried between your legs dives in with as much raw passion as a certain determination. With his arms tied behind his back, Zhongli tilts his head for a better angle and his nose presses against your mound, sinful long tongue drawing wet stripes along your core and flicking at your clit, teasing the little pearl and earning him more of your sweet sounds.

The sight, coupled with the hot, wet slide of Zhongli's mouth steadily surrounding you, buzzes like electricity under your skin, leaving your fingers tingling and pooling more fire in your core.

"S-so good for me..." You can't help but roll your hips towards him, searching for that delicious friction. "So well trained and behaved hmmm-"

His long dragon tail sways after him at that.

Working his tongue sinuously against you. Each fluttering motion sends sparks up your spine, until your heart is pounding in your chest in anticipation and your head is swimming with arousal. Zhongli snakes that long dragon tongue inside you, probing carefully and slowly at your insides and feeling you clench. The motion has your thighs trembling and you let out a loud whine, unconsciously tugging at the leash again on reflex. Heat screws directly into your gut, surging with each swipe and flick of his tongue, dragging in and out of you, the wet muscle reaching deeper every time. Each little noise that falls from your mouth seems to spur him on, increasing his speed until your toes are curling at the sheets, body taut with pleasure.

"Yes, yes... oh! Ooohh... m-make me cum... and I'll let you- hng- fuck me. You want that don't you?" You coo, free hand releasing the sheets to instead curl around one of his golden antlers.

The reaction is instantaneous as Zhongli purrs. 

"F-Fuck!" Waves of pleasure crash down on you at the vibrations against your sensitive folds, cresting higher each time, and you toss your head back. Skin burning, muscles trembling, breath stuttering until every sensation peaks abruptly with an obscene shuddering moan, leaving you helpless to keep from coming in Zhongli's mouth.

Distantly, you feel him growl against your pussy, retracting his tongue to slurp and lick at your juices instead like they’re the sweetest ambrosia.

You ride out the flood of heat, gasping for breath as your body slowly melts into relaxation, and when the tide recedes, you blink the dots out of your vision and look down to see the dragon lapping gently at your core, cleaning up your arousal. “Good boy...” You rasp, letting go of his antler to card your fingers along his dark hair, fingers massaging idly at his scalp.

Those bright golden eyes stare up at you with adoration and your heart flips in your chest.

Zhongli nuzzles at your inner thighs as you enjoy the fading glow of your orgasm before you start shifting and tug gently on his collar to make him pull back. He lets out a huff.

You sit up and surge forward, cupping his face in your hands. "Hmm, you really are so good for me, aren't you?" You nuzzle at him, planting kisses around his cheeks, his nose, his jaw. He sighs and relaxes, tail once again wagging after him. "My beautiful beloved dragon..." You nip at his neck and he inhales sharply. From the corner of your eye, you see his large erection twitch. Straining against his stomach and drooling tacky precum, the head flushed in a lovely dark color.

"Well, we made a deal, didn't we?" You whisper against his skin as your hand lowers down to rub against his length, giving him a couple of lazy strokes as he lets out a mix between a whine and a moan as his hips buckle against your hand. “You earned it…” You coo at his ear.

Even though he could have shredded them apart at any time, he lets you painstakingly undo the knots at his arms and unwind the rope from them. You rub and massage a little at the wrists and muscles, leaving another kiss at his forearm as he flexes them a little. In seconds you find yourself caged under his larger frame, pressed against the bed and crossing stares with him.

His golden eyes are feral, simmering under his skin you can almost feel the scales flickering to life, to burst free. The dragon claws and howls within its cage, every instinct carved within his ancient bones demanding he take action, demanding freedom from the confines of his mortal guise.To take him mate and claim you, breed you. 

And yet he stays still. For you. Hanging on your words.

You stroke your hands along his skin, before going up and curling a finger around the collar, appreciating the lewd contrast of the black color against his skin. You fidget a little with it. “Do you want me to keep the leash on or not?” You ask coyly. “You can speak.”

“Anything you want.” He replies evenly.

You chuckle. “I am asking you though, this is your prize after all…”

He bends down a little until his forehead rests against yours. “My prize is you. In any way you’d have me.”

Your breath hitches at the sincerity and pure desire in his words.

“Keeping it on then…” You say, giving a quick peck against his lips before you shift and roll over, pulling a pillow closer to your chest, burying your cheek on it as you stare at him over your shoulder, hand pulling at said leash just a bit.

He straddles your legs and you feel his cock rub against your ass. His hands at both sides of you with one of them intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Now… give me a good fucking, my pet…”

You feel a clawed hand guiding your hips and finally, the blunt head of his cock prods at your entrance. Zhongli shoves forward and you gasp as he slips inside. Your walls stretch to accommodate him and you moan low in your chest from the steady drag, head falling forward. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated and you shiver at the sensation of being so full.

The hand at your hip slides underneath to press against your stomach and the sound that escapes you is pure sin. Zhongli seems to like it, since he presses harder and his hips jerk, shifting his cock inside you, giving aborted little thrusts and eliciting another high-pitched whine.

“D-don’t- Don’t tease me-!” You jerk the leash. His chest pressing against your back. “Behave.”

Zhongli nips at your shoulder and growls.

“Don’t get an attitude with me or I’ll change my mind.”

Zhongli grumbles low in his chest and your chuckle is cut short as he quickly pulls out and slams forward again before you can even process, you’re empty.

“Fuck-!”

Detaching from your back, he holds your hips again and thrusts once more, using his grip to drag you back against him, holding you there so you can feel every inch of his cock filling you up, rubbing and touching you so deeply it was too much and simply not enough. You gasp and whine, eyelids fluttering. Zhongli slides out, then back in, gaining speed with each tantalizing stroke until his pelvis is slapping loudly against your ass.

Every thrust snaps an electric spark as the dragon practically mounts you, rocking you against the mattress until your thighs are trembling and you’re muffling your moans and squeals against the pillow. Zhongli is panting above you, each rasping breath rattling with a gusty exhale, catching on the growl building within his chest. Blood pounding in your ears, heart rattling as his pace chases even faster, reaching a desperate frenzy; The hot rigid length filling you over and over again blurs into a steady, burning stream of sensation.

You let Zhongli use your body like a feral animal in rut, every thrust punching out a pitiful noise out of your lips, stars dancing in your eyes and heat surging until you’re nearly incoherent with it, drooling against the pillow.

Your trembling hand yanks weakly at the leash and his pace stutters, you call out to him with a whine, teary eyes begging at him and he surges forward in an open-mouthed kiss, filthy and clumsy with how you both are worked up right now.

“Good-” You choke out against his lips. “T-That’s a good boy, Li-”

He growls with satisfaction, losing his even rhythm as his thrusts become sloppy, recklessly slamming in and out of your warm heat. His tail wraps around one of your legs.

“Such a good pet for me-” Your nails dig into your palms, one of them tangled with the leash, the other held by Zhongli’s for dear life. “Come on… come on, Li… c-cum inside me-”

The dragon slams a few more times against you before burying himself completely inside, going rigid as a loud groan tears out through gritted teeth. You all but mewl at the familiar feeling of his hot cum seeping inside you, body shaking with your own release as the heat climbing through your body overflows with a blinding flash.

You whimper and whine as you ride the dizzying wave of pleasure, vision blurred, mouth hanging open.

Once the peak ebbs away, you’re left with trembling limbs and a heaving chest, sagging on the bed exhausted.

Zhongli gingerly slides out making you moan softly at the now unpleasant emptiness, your combined fluids running down your legs. You twist sluggishly onto your side and pull him down not by the leash this time, but by wrapping your arm around his shoulder. He presses and nuzzles against you and you let out a breathy tired chuckle. “Good boy…” You mumble.

He intertwines your hands again and pulls them up to kiss at the back of your hand, then your knuckles. “Hm… I do believe no one had ever called me those names before.”

Had you not been so tired, you’d be more embarrassed about the whole ordeal, but right now you can only manage a bashful smile. “Well… did the mighty lord of geo enjoy being my pet?” You ask, fingers tracing the black collar around his neck.

“I did.”

“You want to… try it again sometime?”

“If you want to.” He replies, his gaze warm and affectionate, scanning your face searchingly. “Did you enjoy it, my dear?”

You avert your eyes, a blush finally creeping in your face as the adrenaline washes off with the calm atmosphere. “I… really did.” Your hand moves up from the collar to his cheek. “You’re always so good to me, Li.”

“Hm, I simply love you. My mate…” Zhongli leans in close, the tip of his nose tracing a path along your cheek.

“I love you too.” You close the few inches of distance between your lips and kiss him, slow and meaningful.

He kisses back immediately, sinking into it with a low, throaty croon. Suddenly you find yourself on your back with him pushing you into the mattress, the leash and strands of his hair dangling over your sweaty skin, and his hips rolling up to yours.

You swat at his shoulder playfully. “No! Bad dragon! Insatiable-! That’s all you get!”

Zhongli chuckles, deep and rich voice making your heart skip. He nuzzles into the space between your shoulder and neck once more before pulling back and sitting up on the bed. “Let’s go take a bath, then.”

“Oh, so we’re back to you giving the orders? You’re still wearing the collar, you know?”

“I suppose I am. In that case, whatever my sweet mate demands…”

“A bath sounds good.” You chuckle. He nods and stands up, you get only a few seconds to admire his body before he picks you up, ignoring your squeal, and heads over to the bathroom. Hopefully, only to get cleaned up…

[impossiblefeat]

Espio's profile from the Mario & Sonic at the Rio 2016 Olympic Games.

[spacedace]

another bit from the "Constantine adopts Elle au" idea I posted a snippet of yesterday:

The days immediately after the…loss of Elle’s brothers weren’t the hardest. It would, they’d all learn soon enough, only get worse as their friend’s mental state continued to deteroriate. At the time though, it had certainly felt like it couldn’t have gotten any worse.

Elle had always been, for as long as Lian had known the other girl, been a bright, energetic person. Even when being drug from bed in those ungodly hours that so easily could be labeled as late night and early morning equally to go fight some asshole who couldn’t wait for decent crime-spree hours. Elle had never been so cruel to the rest of them as to be chipper during those awful exhausted - and exhausting - incidents, but she’d always been upbeat. Rousing them into feeling more alive with a carefully currated playlist blasting over the comms and promises of delicious, greasy breakfasts at their favorite twenty-four hour diner that she always delivered on.

She was always vibrant, always excited for whatever came at her next, always dancing ahead of them all in search of a new hobby, a new special interest, a new once-in-a-lifetime experience. Her eternally burning hope that the horizon would have something better, something brighter not a foolish security blanket to hide behind but a weapon she weilded against the world. A spine of steal, a heart of a stellar nursery, a hand equally capable of being stretched out in friendship or clenched into a fist ready to deliver the nastiest left hook that side of Metropolis.

Elle Constantine was a lot of things - a good number of them questionable - but in every single one of them, she was full of life.

So seeing her so completely empty…

The Justice League had gotten roped in on their mission before they even realized the scope of it all. Grand-Bat looming and scowling and digging his grubby fingers into things, the rest of the League not much better as they wormed their way in on the case. For all the good it had done, when they’d been too late actually on the scene to be of any actual use. Only able to show up hours after their initial call for backup when the shit show was finally over and the world saved.

She and the team were all still reeling by the time the got there. Elle still crumpled on the ground, coverd in soot and blood in a writhing heap of pain no one else could even begin to understand. The still air rent by her ragged, broken voice wailing and keening like a banshee from the stories of old.

Screaming until she coughed up blood. Hands dripping red and green ripping at the dirt, at her clothes, at her hair, her skin. Shreiking in mindless, all consuming greif as they tried to calm her down, the only words anyone could make out the broken shapes of her brothers’ name.

Jon had to pin her arms to her side in the end, face pained as he tried hard not to hurt her while keeping her thrashing frame in place. Connor crouched before her cradling her tattered hands in his as he tried desperately to get her to follow his breathing, his own voice thick with barely contained tears. Damian, soft hearted beneath all his bluster and bristling, dropped to his knees beside her in the blood soaked ground and simply wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

There had been nothing Lian wanted more than to be with them in that moment. To join her team in trying to help their friend through the initial horror and agony of having a part of herself so cruelly ripped out and crushed before her very eyes. She wanted to wipe at the endless tears falling down Elle’s face and hold her hands and wrap her in a hug and weep with her over what had happend.

Wanted to get them all out of there, get them back to the Tower, get them all washed up and bundled in a protected, quiet corner where they could all cling to each other in the dark in a mess of blankets and pillows like the children they were. Wanted to shield Elle from the watching eyes of the Justice League members, the clean up crew, the gawking civilians and hungry press. To protect her while she was so horribly vulnerable, her friend ripped open and bleeding out in front of the world like a sideshow and not a girl who had just lost the only people in the world that had known and loved her since the very beggining of her fucked up life.

But Lian was the leader of the Titans. She was the one they trusted to make the hard calls. To look after them. To be their champion against not just their enemies but their allies too when it was called for.

So that’s what she did.

She stood with her feet planted firm on the slick, broken ground. Spine straight, shoulders back, head high and gaze full of hellfire. A sentry between her confused, greiving friends and the good intentioned but ultimately distructive attempts of the Justice League members before her to help.

Lian’s arm was broken in at least two places, hanging limply at her side from a dislocated shoulder. Her weapons buried in the flesh of one monster or other that they had faced that night. Her poison tipped nails split and torn, fingernails missing entirely on three fingers of her left hand. Her mask was cracked and broken somewhere in the debris, leaving her only with a domino that had nearly been clawed off with the rest of her face. Blood going cool and tacky where it had poured down her ragged cheeks, settling in the hollows and lines around her mouth. Pinking her teeth whenever she spoke and the gruesome evidence of the brutal fight found its way to curl insideious in her mouth, down her throat, into the cold pit in her chest.

When she met her grandfather’s grim, obscured face it was with her mother’s strength and her father’s stubbornness and her Pops’ willingness to shoot any motherfucker who dared to try.

Clark’s gaze was on the hunched crowd behind her, tight lines on his face as he stared at his son making it all to clear that he wanted to move past her and insert himself into the situation. To use his everything will be okay voice to command them like confused civilians or lost ducklings in need of a minder. He wanted to play the part he always played in times of disaster: shining beacon, untarnished champion. The last thing her team wanted, the last thing that Elle needed on top of everything else.

Lian’s good hand flexed by the pistol strapped to her thigh in a small warning. The Man of Steel knew well enough that there was glowing green waiting for him in the clip. Her gramps’ obsessive paranoia, her Pops’ good advice about big blue boyscouts who couldn’t keep their noses out of of other people’s business.

They stood in tense silence for long moments, the stillness only broken by Elle’s broken voice rising up in a keening wail for those she lost.

A stand-off that Lian knew that she’d win, one way or another.

Her gramps’ shoulders lowered, so minutely as to be inperceptible to anyone not in their family.

“Wonder Woman will be here shortly.” He said in his low rumbling voice. Beside him Clark finally drifted to the ground, a concession from both of them. “Justice League Dark went radio silent seven hours ago. Last transmission from Zantanna indicated they were dealing with an interdimensional issue and would be unreachable for at least three days.”

Elle’s dad - her family - were unreachable. John Constantine didn’t know that he’d lost his three sons in the span of a handful of minutes, that his daughter was being crushed beneath the weight of greif and trauma to the point of madness. Wouldn’t know for days what tragedy had struck his family, had destroyed the strange but happy life he and his adopted children had carved out for themselves.

John Constantine. Zantanna Zatara. Detective Bobo. Boston Brand. Asa the Nightmare Nurse. Elle’s family, out of reach while she writhed and wailed in agony. The only people who might come close to understand just how deep, how awful, the pain of her brothers’ loss truly was.

Diana was something, was someone, but the Amazon’s time being split between JL Light and Dark meant that she wasn’t a touchstone to Elle in the way the rest of the core members of the magical team were. Elle commented once that Diana was more like a fun aunt she barely saw growing up. Someone she was always excited to see and hang out with, someone she wanted to make proud, but not someone she felt especially close to in comparison to the rest of her family.

Lian did not give in to the pained urge to close her eyes and swear.

She was keenly aware that all it would take was a single crack, as narrow and insignificant as a strand of hair. The smallest hint that the crushing weight of everything that had happened - that was still happening - was effecting her and they’d be back at the attempts to push past her and take over. A desire to help, the restless urge to jump in and save the day, to ease the pain of those so clearly suffering, blinding them to how much worse they would make things in the process.

The intentions were good, but the ultimate results blistering and painful and too often overlooked as the next disaster pulled thier attentions away. Stubborn insistence that their experience overruled her and her team’s instincts. The hands of the older heroes always reaching, unaware that they were too sharp as they dug into the soft flesh of the Titans’ fresh wounds. Picking apart their flaws and failures in the name of bettering them, never stopping to consider the wounds they pressed hard against as part of their lecturing might still be open and raw. That while the men before her had hands in raising most of them, that did not mean they had perfect comprehension to who the Titans were or always knew what the members of her team really needed.

“Have Wonder Woman go to the Tower.” Lian said, knowing that her grandfather heard Selina’s cadence in her voice. A habit, a gamble. Catwoman had been her mentor for a time, had helped her sharpen her claws and her instincts and that budding part of her that would make her a leader one day. Sometimes it pushed Bruce into listening to her, sometimes it just led to him pushing back.

He’d find that latter option unwise at the moment, though.

Her beloved Grand-Bat or no, she knew where his armor was weakest. Knew how to make the single shot she’d manage to get off on him count. Knew just how far she’d go to make sure that Elle and the rest of her friends were sheilded from any and all harm when they were so vulnerable.

She was their champion, their sentry, their knight.

Batman, of all people, knew the lengths a knight was willing to go in the name of the oaths they took.

She watched him shift back. A silent, unseen signal between him and Clark having Superman step back too. Lian wasn’t sure if her grandfather had found the wall she presented him too strong to conted with, or if Elle’s heart wrenching screams of greif and agony made him decide against testing the wall at all. Whatever it was, Lian would take the small victory where she could. It was the only real one she might be able to claim that day.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU - Reunion

Fun fact. I was planning on going through these drabbles to see where I still had a bit of a blank spot timeline and story wise. and I did NOT get far.

Because I realised. I never made a tiny drabble about how I pictured the guys reuniting to go back to Nightmare!

So. That is this! (also yes i am hinting at bad sans poly but we will see where that all ends)

First and Prev Drabble (with the original prompt by @spotaus ) Next Drabble

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Cross frowns as the knife once again can't cut through the universe.

This... is an issue.

Cross had managed to get close but for some reason the knife could not connect with Nightmare's universe and castle.

Had... had Nightmare banned him?

Cross hopes not. He knows he had been stupid for running away but he had just! He needed! He had just needed a moment for himself!

Cross tries to take a deep breath and relax. It is fine! Think! Think there is probably another reason!

NIghtmare had been shrinking and losing his form... maybe he is just tired and resting and that affects the universe he is in? Maybe?

Cross wishes Dust was here, Dust knows so much more about magic stuff than he does. Sadly Cross was an idiot and just went out on his own without saying goodbye.

He looks at his phone and opens the message screen again. He clicks Dust's contact and considers typing a message.

Just a quick one to ask for help getting back?

He sighs and puts the phone away. No. This is his mess up and he can fix it himself! He didn't need them or Nightmare to fix his messes!

Again...

Cross shakes his skull and looks to the notes in his phone. He finds the right one. It is a small list of items that should help connect him to Nightmare's universe.

When he first started working for Nightmare the god had told him that the castle and the universe it is in can be hard to find or connect to because of his magic. The items would help the magic in his knife, or the teleportation crystals, locate it and focus on it.

Cross pulls out the list and reads it again.

seven candles, unscented

autumn leaves

a very sweet apple

a dreamcatcher

a way to light a magical fire

be in an universe as close as possible

Cross checks his list and bag and groans. He had only managed to get the apple and the leaves so far. this stupid universe only had a few very small and old towns and it is honestly getting on his nerves!

Cross had just been nervous about leaving this universe. He didn't know this one and just because he managed to jump to it didn't mean he would be able to do it again.

The phones had an extra feature to make it known to them if they were near the castle. it had lit up at this spot after quite a few universes that didn't do it.

Meaning he was not leaving it!

Agh. he could ask if Horror is having more luck and-

WAIT!

Cross looks back over his shoulder and sees Horror walk past.

Cross doesnt think and rushes after the large skeleton "Horror! wait up!"

horror blinks and looks over "Oreo?"

Cross pulls a face at the nickname but catches up to him "What are you doing here?"

Horror looks slightly sheepish as he rubs his neck "You know... regret... trying to get back..."

Cross frowns "Get back- wait... did you leave as well?!"

Horror frowns at him "As well?" then his sight finds Cross' bag and cross can see Horror take note of the items in there. Horror looks back at him with a frown "You can't make the jump either?"

Cross feels both better and worse. Maybe he isn't banned! Or at least he isn't alone in being banned! which just makes him feel like a jerk. He nods and groans "not having much luck with getting the things i need. only got the apple and the leaves..."

Horror blinks but gets a small half grin on his face which Cross thinks should be criminal with how goo- OKAY he is stopping that line of thought.

Horror calmly gets his phone and turns it to enable Cross to see the items in his inventory. a lot of foods and- oh! a sweet apple. and unscneted candles!

Horror keeps grinning "Seems like we are getting close."

Cross grins and nods as he walks with the taller skeleton "Any idea why we can't get in?"

Horror shrugs "multiple options. dunno which."

Cross nods as he looks down "Yeah i figured."

They walk and search together before a loud gasp and Cross is suddenly tackled form behind. Cross yelps as he loses his balance. The only reason he doens't fall over is because Hroror manages to catch both him and whichever idiot rushed into him.

"Criss-Cross! H!"

Ah. nevermind. Cross knows that idiot. Cross glares over his shoulder at the grinning Killer "Why would you tackle me?!"

Killer grins but the grin turns sharper then just friendly "Had to make sure you guys didn't up and leave again without a single fucking word Criss-Cross!"

Cross winces and looks to the side "Yeah... I guess..."

Horror looks guilty as well before looking at Killer "Why are you here? instead of at the castle?"

Now it is Killer's turn to look away and he shrugs "After all of you guys left I figured i would try it myself. the whole solo-rouge-vagabond dealio. I didn't like it. So I am going back ot Nightmare and see if he needs a right hand still...." more thoughtful "or maybe babysitter? If that whole shrinking thing kept up."

Yeah and that line causes more guilt than before. because they really just all left Nightmare alone to deal with whatever was affecting him. Instead of at least offering help as they should have as his henchman and teammates. Nope! instead they all just left!

Cross rubs his arm "Yeah... we are on our way back too... You got stuff for the ritual?"

Killer sighs "Only the lighter. But that is because i already had one."

Horror frowns at Killer "All of us? Dust too?"

Killer nods "Just walked away. not a word or grabbed anything as far as i know."

Cross covers his face "We are the worst. terrible people." thankless, untrustworthy, unloyal. Cross can think of quite a few more words to describe them.

"We knew that already."

Cross, and Killer for that matter, curses as he jumps back. Only to see Dust standing by them, hood up but face visible with his bored expression.

Killer is by now standing behind Horror and glares at Dust "Don't do that! My soul is already fragile!" the soul shaped floating soul wiggles but stays steady.

Dust raises a brow and looks unimpressed "Don't talk about others then."

Horror chuckles and smiles "Good to see you dust. join us?"

Dust nods "Can't make the jump. what are we mission still?"

Cross takes out the list and after comparing what they have they realise they are only mission the dremacatcher, which Dust pulls out of his pocket.

Cross gasps "Where did you find that? I checked every store!"

Dust shrugs "stole it."

... right. that is also an option.

They take the items outside of town and get it ready.

The dreamcatcher as base with the candles all around it. The leaves used to wrap the apple, the only use one and Horror eats the others as they work.

Killer holds up the lighter and after focusing for a moment flicks it. instead of the normal yellow flame a bright pink flame appears. Killer lights all the candles adn waits for a moment until the smoke circles one another. Last Killer lights the leaves enclosing the apple without disturbing the smoke trails.

The new smoke trail joins the other seven and the whole pile bursts into flames but no heat comes off it. the flame remains pink for a moment before turning purple and then turning black.

Killer grins and looks at Cross "cut away!"

Cross nods and cuts right above the flame and the universe shimmers. The smoke finds the small slice and fills it, moments later the flame and fire travels up towards the slide using the smoke and it opens a black portal, still smoking.

They rush through it and manage to get through it before the portal burns up.

Cross looks over his shoulder "And there shouldn't be anything left?"

Dsut shrugs "small pile of ash."

Killer grins "it burns up very quickly as soon as a portal is established."

Cross frowns as he looks around. they are in the late autumn forest around the castle. He can see the shadow of it in the distance. He starts walking and the other three join him.

Cross huffs "Still think it is a deceptively easy list..."

Killer shrugs "People don't expect there to be an easy way. Not like they will just test things until they hit jackpot." Then Killer grins wider "Not that anyone knows about Ngihtmare's sweet tooth. and no one knows about the apple, hell we don't even know it."

Cross nods as they walk through the forest. Cross can't help but feel like it feels... empty. Whcih is weird because Cross always knew there was nothing else in this universe or forest but them. but still it feels...different.

Horror seems to notice too as he glances around "feels weird..."

Dust nods immediantly "magic is different."

Cross nods as well "I noticed too..."

Whatever is going on it is big... because either it is affecting the universe, it is affecting nightmare enough that it affects the universe. or Nightmare is affected enough that he made these edits.

Hopefully they can clear all this up once they see Nightmare and apologise to him. The exit the forest and spot the castle in the distance.

Time to go talk wiht him.

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First and Prev Drabble Next Drabble

And as we all know, Nightmare wasn't there. woops. turns out that apology will have to wait a bit Cross.

And the tiniest bit of Bi-panic for Cross (I believe he canonly is Bi in like Xtale so he is still Bi here) ((And yes I am slightly hinting at BSP because I like them but They are kinda too busy to really focus on that in these drabbles but there some interest! but it can also be seen as pureply platonic with just some curious interest honestly *shrug* It is june after all!))

[writeyourdarlings]

steve likes riding his motorbike to the beach at night. the roads are quiet, and the cool air brushes his cheeks as gentle as a lover's hand.

the ocean scares him a little, if he’s being honest. the way the waves crash onto the sand and break against the rocks—the loud sound sometimes catches him off guard. it reminds him of that time he fell from the sky, diving the plane into the ocean with nothing but stillnes and darkness waiting for him at the bottom. it reminds him of those men he once read in history books—of young japanese pilots who plunged their planes into their targets and vanished into the ocean. kamikaze, he recalls the word. the almost-similarity seems haunting to him.

but still, he keeps coming back.

each night, he parks his motorbike and walks toward the shoreline. he takes off his shoes and socks, rolls up his pants, and lets the cold sea foam kiss his ankles.

he doesn’t step in too deep, but it's enough for him to introduce himself like a shy new kid standing at the front of the class. enough to befriend the ocean all over again and whisper: hey, beautiful.

and when the waves turn a little bit calmer, steve thinks the ocean seems to remember him.🤍

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

In the past two months alone, I have written 200k words for my Advent Month and I am blown away by that. Then I realized that this year alone I've written 500k words and I think that's one of my biggest years of writing ever.

Just wanted to say thank you to anyone that has read something of mine. Whether you liked it or not, I appreciate you stopping by. I'm thankful for all of the comments I get and I'm also thankful for all the silent readers that cheer me on despite me not knowing. I feel it though, so thank you! Thank you all for a wonderful year of Drarry and a wonderful year of writing!

[hextech-workaholic]

The sub/dom thing you mentioned an essay……. Begging for you to feed us this essay Mr. Viktor Talis

Oh- uh…ahem. It is…just Viktor. Just…just Viktor. I eh- do not recall mentioning any sort of…essay on such a subject. Though I suppose if you are so insistent, I can…elaborate, a bit, for educational reasons. Perhaps…under a cut, given the…topic at hand.

I had said priorly that I simply filled whatever the moment calls for- which is no less true now, but perhaps that itself was…simplification. I have found that assigning a role such as "sub" or "dom" often does oversimplify. You could, potentially, say I tend to lean more towards a dom role, but ironically, depending on who you ask, that answer could be seen as somewhat invalid due to the broad nature of how the term itself is used.

First, to some, it is made invalid simply based on the fact that ninety percent of the time I am engaging in intimacy, I am not traditionally "topping". Not to say that I haven't- but I am physically limited by poor lungs, a knee brace that does not appreciate such repeated movements, and stamina. Therefore it has never been a…frequent activity. Especially when taking into account that the pleasure of it, for me, is mostly mental, given my own anatomy. I cannot exactly feel a toy- and while I have enjoyed the times I have been "on top", as it were, most often in my flings I have been seeking physical relief- and the mental stimulation of topping does not tend to meet that appeal. Now, I will say I do not personally believe that not being the one doing penetrating means that you are not "domming", nor do I think it doing so means you are, but the point stands to some. The broadness issue, you understand.

Secondly, the claim can be made invalid by other connotations the word is associated with. When I was in the dating scene in Zaun, or even back in my Academy days- I found it in circles where sex was supposed to involve some level of…well…kink. Which is fine- I am no stranger to such things. I have, in fact, tied up partners and found that rather enjoyable when experimenting in the past. Specifically, though, I found it used heavily when leaning heavily into things such a degradation. I do not mind being in control- but I have found that often that is requested when you call yourself such a role. Expected sometimes, even. And while I think if it is something that is…enjoyable to someone, they should absolutely partake in such- I have found I am…fairly incapable of saying such things in bed with another. Praise comes easier, for me. Sex is such an intimate thing for me in general, as I often do not like to even be touched- the idea of saying something that would be rude in other circumstances simply isn't something I enjoy, personally, in such a moment. To tell someone instead that they are doing good, however, is enjoyable to me.

All of that said- if were to use such simple terminology with it simply elaborated out more- you could consider that I do "dom" more often than not. It is just…specific. You would have to consider all of the nuance- the ways that might be expected of someone claiming that role, versus the things I actually partake in from it.

I like to control the pace. I like to pick positions. I find I most comfortably fall into a role of leading the encounter. It appeals to me for…I suppose a multitude of reasons. I cannot control everything in my life- my conditions, for example. But taking the lead in sex means that I can focus on pleasure without worrying so much about a need to communicate if something is starting to hurt, or if I need to pause, etc. Communicating can be…hard for me. Especially if I need to admit my weaknesses. The level of vulnerability that often requires is something I am simply not comfortable with. So being able to simply lead a partner into a different position without the need to explain myself beyond the fact that I am telling them to shift- it is easier on me. In fact, I would say the discovery of such comfort in the role started simply at that- a desire to simplify the vulnerability required- before it became true enjoyment of being in charge.

That said- sometimes the moment requires less naturally. When things have lined up right, I have in fact enjoyed simply submitting to it and not leading anything. And sometimes…sometimes leading is too much. I have found there is a level of…stress in my life I can tolerate and still be in charge in bed. When it reaches beyond that point…sometimes I do not want to have to think about guiding someone into the right position and telling them how fast to go. Sometimes I just want to…let go of such control. I…have not often had the opportunity to do such, though. Submit like that, I mean. There tends to be some middle ground, I find- less ordering around where I can avoid it- but few options for true submission. It is not something I would do with a stranger, and the friends I had arrangements with already had one dynamic with me that I was not going to change. So I cannot claim one role or another, really, because I find sex is a balance of both most often. Leading, submitting, etc.

So…there is a much longer and more…personal explanation as to why I cannot simply say I dom or sub. I hope it was…educational? Sometimes I wonder why I humour all of you.

[eijunes]

it feels real to me now (it felt real to me then)

But there was something in William’s expression—a cautiousness, a distance—that sent a ripple of unease through Sherlock’s relief. His brows knitted together as he studied Sherlock’s face, as if searching for something he couldn’t quite place. Then came the words Sherlock would have never anticipated, not in a thousand lifetimes. “Who are you?”

After the fall, William wakes up in an unfamiliar city with no memories of his past life as the Lord of Crime.

Meanwhile, Sherlock struggles with the fear that once William remembers everything, he’ll choose to leave again.

sherliam / post-the final problem / amnesia au / 9k words

[read on ao3]

[chodzacaparodia]

Wait wait wait is Barou kinda concerned about Nagi??

Notice his change? He says he's not as annoying as before? Did he kind of… care??

Of course, later he treats him with typical King Barou's harshness, but isn't that somehow his motivation speech?

After all, Nagi in a similar way (of course in a much gentler way compared to Barou, but still very cold), he treated Reo and Bachir, which later contributed to the change of these guys:

In both cases, after Nagi's words, both Reo and Bachira found motivation to try even harder.

And now, Barou treated Nagi in a similar way. He communicated in the same way that Nagi had used before. With words which could change a person.

I hope that Barou's words will trigger Nagi and allow him to find the motivation again.

[rowenasamuel]

sam/rowena tenth anniversary event

- trauma [i think i have been healing] - soulmates [visions of what i'd be missing without you] - dynamics with other characters [from any other pleasing view] - family [roots] - music [jukebox hero] - colors [kaleidoscope] - food [chicken soup for the soul] - intimacy [bloom] - style [denim-clad] - trust [golden] bonus: magic [change the prophecy]

happy samwena anniversary!!! it's no secret that i'm (more than) a little insane about rowena and sam. thanks for letting me ramble about them incessantly these last few months, and maybe even enjoying it a little bit :) here's to ten years of them making magic together and driving all of us a little bit insane in the process <3

[greennoobartist]

Can you clarify what you mean by you " don't support " lgbt+ in your bio please? It's worded rather awkwardly, as you say you believe everyone deserves respect and kindness as well. This is a genuine question/request.

Oh, hi anon! Sure, im always up for explaining everything that isn't clear. Im aware that my wording pretty much sucks but that's what you get when you've been antisocial for years and when English is your fluent language lol XD

Ok so, first lemme explain that part of not supporting LGBT:

Yes, i don't support it. By that I mean that i am NOT part of that community, so im NOT gay or lesbian or anything like that. Im simply straight and when it comes to sexuality, i keep that very simple. Simply straight without any complications. I don't even complicate with the pronouns and gender, so im a girl/female, pronouns she/her, sexulity straight, which means that when it comes to romantic attraction, im into men. When it comes to seeing LGBT content, i just find that weird, no offense. I don't like m/m and f/f ships, they're just disturbing for me so i don't like any ships of such kind. I understand that some people enjoy such content, but I just don't. It looks weird and it makes me feel uncomfortable. No offense of course, i just don't like it, that's all.

Im always am trying to keep that simple and I hope im doing it well.

Now for that "everyone deserves kindness" part:

Exactly as it sounds like :). Im a high believer that every single living organism on this world should be treated with respect and kindness, no matter who they are, what they are, what they like or dislike, gender, age, height, race, sexuality, religion etc. So with that, im always trying to be respectful and kind to everyone on Tumblr, no matter how different we may be.

Now the part that probably confused you because of my wording:

"If I'm a high believer of such thing, then how do I not support LGBT?"

From what I understood, this was what you were saying, and im sorry I did write that rather awkwardly in my intro post.

Basically, I'm not a part of that community, i said that. But, i respect everyone. Which means: "Oh wait, you're gay? Oh well, i don't mind! We can still be friends!". What I'm trying to say is that, just because im not part of that community doesn't mean ill hate you or block you or be disrespectful towards you or judge you or such. No. I will NOT do that. I don't care what's your sexuality, really. Love who you love and I won't judge it, that's your decision. By saying that i don't support it, i mean that i will not be making such content and that im not part of it. But if you are, completely fine! I don't mind! I know that I can't change your mind and i won't be even trying! Just because our opinions on sexuality are different doesn't mean that we can't be friends. I, sincerely, am fine with being friends with anyone. Im open to anybody and id like to be friends with everybody who wants the same. Im really not judgemental and picky when it comes to friends. Im aware that some people might not share my opinion when it comes to this, but I really don't care who you are when it comes to being friends. Ill be kind to you, you're gonna be kind to me and that's it. That's all that matters.

So to wrap this up: Im not a part of LGBT, but if you are, im completely fine with that! I will not show you any disrespect or unkindness. I will still be nice and kind to you. We can still be friends, i really don't mind. Everyone deserves respect and kindness, so even if we don't share the same aspect on sexuality, even if you're gay, lesbian or anything like that im still gonna be polite and kind, because everyone deserves respect and kindness, no matter what.

Side note: if you're lesbian, please don't flirt with me, pretty please. It makes me uncomfortable since like i just said, im straight. So if anyone who's reading this happens to be a lesbian, we can be friends, but don't flirt with me. Pretty please. We can be friends, but don't expect that ill support your flirting or romantic attraction towards me. I will not. Don't do it. Please.

That is all i have to say! I hope this clarified everything that wasn't clear! Im sorry that my intro was worded awkwardly and that it caused confusion, but I hope this solved it. Thank you so much for asking ❣️