#Oh these are great just a little more of melanin

[nekropsii]

Small Atomic Ask Bomb!!

I've got a bunch of short asks that I'd hate to spam the dash with individually, so I'll just put 'em here, under the cut!!

Content Warning: Long, Brief Discussions of Racism, Misogyny, Grooming, Brief Mentions of Incest and Pedophilia in Fanfiction.

I've always been a hater, and I honestly don't really think it's a bad thing - not as much as everyone says, at least! I think being kind of a bitch about things that don't matter is good for you, actually. Gets the urge to be angry out in a way that's healthier than just snapping at people in critical moments. I also just think being strong and passionate in your convictions is good for you. Being a hater gives you a spine if you do it right, and it fires a gunshot and scatters people you don't really want to be around. It also has the funny side effect of people thinking I take things way more seriously than I do, just because I'm opinionated and will state said opinions clearly. Big fan of this meme:

This is me.

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I used to peek in there every now and then, just to be nosy. Incest at the top, always. Or straight up pedo shit. Sigh. Looked in the Mituna tag a couple times. CroTuna fucking nightmare hell dimension, always. Or KanTuna, which I also have gripes with. Or KanMiTula, which I have even more gripes with.

It is my understanding that the state of Homestuck fanfiction hasn't gotten much better since the 2010s. Everyone is wrong and no one is normal. Sad.

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I don't know if the mere act of only making Jade and Jake brown out of all the Kids is Racist on its own, per se, but it is kinda silly in the sense that, you know, John and Jade are siblings, so realistically they'd look similar. And... People absolutely do get racist about it. Like, making Jade and Jake uniquely huge, hairy, threatening, and oddly shaped - gangly in the context of Jade, buff as hell in the context of Jake. I've seen some SEVERELY racist drawings where Jade and/or Jake were the only hints of melanin in the Kid line up and... Oh my god. It can get to straight up caricature levels. Watermelons and everything. Just comedically racist.

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Genuinely one of the dumbest fucking things in the world. People will say literally anything. Saying Damara isn't Japanese is on par with calling Porrim a fucking Men's Rights Activist. It's a funny little claim people who are grievously wrong say as a condemnation of the Alpha Trolls for no reason. Why. To look smart? To fit in? Dumbass. Notice how they always have to invent bullshit lies to critique anything instead of just saying things that are true. It really frustrates me how 99.9% of Alpha Troll criticism just isn't at all legitimate when there's some real, genuine issues you could critique. It's stupid horseshit. I hate it so badly.

I don't actually care whether or not someone likes the Alpha Trolls, but at least hate them accurately. Come on.

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@sleepy-apparition

Everyone is so, so quick to turn a blind eye to just how violently misogynistic Kankri is, lmfao. Genuinely, I don't think I've ever seen anyone other than myself bring up the fact that he's an avid Slut-Shamer in the modern day. Other than that, I only really saw older Mituna fanatics bring it up over in the early-mid 2010s, but none of them are around these days.

Genuinely, some of the shit he says is so appalling, lol. Kankri FULLY deserves to get his ass beat.

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I have said this before but I'll say it again - I do not think a Red Romantic Relationship will fix Dirk, or even really help him all that much. Before he gets into a RedRom, he needs some therapy, a break, and mood stabilizers.

However, I'm thoroughly of the opinion that a good BlackRom could work wonders on him, way more than a RedRom would. I think a solid, established Pitch Relationship with, like, Caliborn would be genuinely great for him, both mentally and in a Character Development sense. I hold zero interest in watching Dirk and Jake badly fumble a traditional romantic relationship - that notion is painful to me. ... But I do think I could read a full Intermission's worth of Dirk and Caliborn fucking around and not get tired of it once. They have a fantastic dynamic. It'd be good for Caliborn, too, I think.

This has been my Dirkuu propaganda bit. Thank you.

Also, the Voyeuristic feel of how people handle his Mental Illness. It makes me uncomfortable.

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True. I don't have any other remarks to make about this, you're just correct. True.

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... Fuckin'... Why, though? What- what's the appeal? There's nothing there. I literally cannot conceive any way in which that would be compelling, and I'd say Hal and Kankri are pretty high up there in the list of Male Homestuck Characters I Enjoy.

People will do anything but pay attention to Female Characters for five minutes. God. Lol.

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It's literally just DaveKat 2. I don't think it even qualifies as a Crack Ship when it's just a variant of The Fandom's Most Darling M/M OTP. It's just a deeply mid RarePair. Crack Ship would be, like, Dirk Strider x Rainbow Dash.

Dirk x RD was a popular Crack Ship, sure, but it's still a Crack Ship on basis of being a Crossover Pairing.

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I can't recall any specific instances of seeing this myself, but I'll believe it. People will do anything except be normal about Vriska. People will fight the war against Vriska on the side of and against Vriska at the same time. People will call her a Huge 8itch but then call her pathetic when she stops being a Huge 8itch.

We love Misogyny, I guess.

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Well, he is based on Tumblr, after all. Particularly how dogshit the politics are on here. Of course he would. He'd do numbers on here, considering his Woke Hate Speech.

It's called Bubblr, by the way. Like, canonically. We do know what it's called.

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It's actually based on the Three Wise Monkeys. You know, that old Japanese Proverb that goes "See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil"? That.

Kurloz is Speak No Evil, Meulin is Hear No Evil, Mituna is See No Evil.

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Great Question. My personal guess is that he's a little too nuanced for a lot of people to be comfortable with handling. He throws out too much surface-level Bigotry that people aren't willing to ignore because it isn't Racism for many to feel comfortable making him their Blorbo. When Dave says the N-Word and talks about how fucking Racist he is and it literally never gets acknowledged or resolved, that's fine and dandy, but god forbid Caliborn be a Misogynist in the funniest way possible AND have that get acknowledged literally constantly as a problem. The fact that Caliborn isn't a Fuckable White 13-Year-Old Twink means none of his crimes are ever forgivable because he's ugly and unshippable, or whatever.

The fact that he's Mentally Disabled doesn't help. People can't fucking STAND IT when a character is Mentally Disabled in a way that isn't Cute and Consumable, much less a character who is Unconsumably Mentally Disabled AND Complicated. It's just not allowed!!

[intellectual6666]

The line between us (Part-4) (Final)

Synopsis : Time to show their love for each other

Genre : Enemies to lovers

Warnings : Kissing, Makeout, a bit suggestive

Not Proofread

She never drove that fast. She just wanted to go and meet him. She sped up and reached his house in 10 minutes.

Knocking at the door, Kriti slowly started to grow anxious.

The door opened, showing Aadarsh's tall, lean figure. He was standing there, with his shirt buttons almost half the way open, his hair messy and light sweat formed on his forehead.

Both stood and stared at each other, for a good 2 minutes. Then Aadarsh spoke up, "Come in, please."

Entering the house, Kriti was silent. All the things she had thought of sharing with Aadarsh went dry in her throat. She looked around. The house was beautiful. The entrance along with the living room was illuminated with dim lights. Burgundy aroma all over the room. The great tall window showed the busy night city outside. It was well furnished and clean.

Coming back to her senses, she spun around to face Aadarsh, only to get stumbled by seeing him up so close and him holding her waist to steady her.

'I-i am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Uh-ah it's fine, it's just...", she trailed off.

Before she could back off, Aadarsh pressed her to the edge of the sofa and him and embraced her closer.

Kriti looked at him with big, wide eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening and that it was really happening. As she didn't push him away, his fingers brushed her now bright red cheek.

They both stared at each other. They spoke the unspoken. Both of them saw the glitter in their eyes. The need to be close to each other. The need to have each other. The flaming passion and love for each other which they misunderstood as hate.

And she leaned in for a kiss. She went to her tippy toes and attached her lips with his. He felt her warmth she was holding for him. The love she had. He didn't deny her kiss, instead gave it back with equal passion.

Aadarsh's hand travelled to the back of her head, pushing it forward deepening the kiss. As Kriti's hands travelled from his chest to his hair, lightly tugging them, his another hand snaked around her waist. They didn't just kiss each other, or eat, they devoured each other. They reached each other's parts where their hands couldn't. Their tongues fought for dominance, turning the kiss into a sloppy one. They tasted each other happily while their hands travelled all across their bodies.

They didn't want it to stop. That moment to go. Separating after a long kiss, his lips attached to her cheeks, then down to her jaw, neck, nape of her neck and collarbone. She tilted her head to give him more access as her hands unbuttoned the rest of his shirt buttons, exposing his melanin, strong muscled body. Her hands touched every little muscle visible, while he worked in his masterpiece. She didn't have any problem with him marking her. She loved it. And he didn't have any problem with her touching him. Touching him raw. He wanted this for a long time.

After their heated session of devouring each other, he looked at her, lightly panting, and asked, "Shall we do the work for which I called you here ?"

Oh he's gonna be the end of her.

Their eyes and heart spoke what they really had for each other. Now it's all upon them what they want for each other. Whether they'll leave together or try to grow away from each other.

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I hope you guys liked it. I am sorry for posting it this late, I was going through some mental turmoil so I wasn't able to write. Thank you so much for all the support.

I couldn't add pictures or cut put a undercut cuz suddenly Tumblr started acting bitchy to me. May edit later.

Tagging : @shadowseductress @zeherili-ankhein @lotuseaterwhowistlesthedark @emartirabdi @priimadonnna @bareillyki-barfi @fets-luck

[crystlizabeth]

You know that

Simon Riley x Black!femreader

Warnings: kinda Angsty, fluff. Talk of past abuse(not a lot) call sign is Mav short for Maverick, reader also has a son, kinda occ Ghost, tbh this write feels messy n everywhere lol so there’s your warning. Not proofread.

Summary: Simon never understood why she was so talkative to him, but he never mind to listen. He knew he was bad for her so he kept his distance though she never made it easy for him. So when a bandage change becomes more personal he takes his chances.

Stressful week not even a week weeks, the team had been on deployment for almost a month now somewhere in Mexico. Thought she wasn’t a soldier she was one of the field nurses, she spent night and day stitching and feeding meds to the boys her and the other girls were there to make sure nobody died.

As of right now it was a more slow morning for they needed to lay low for the next 12 or so hours, soldiers going in and out having bandages changed and pain killers in their system. The smell of coffee running through the camp, “here babes.��� The darkskined nurse said to her.

“Thanks Aniyah, hey has anyone changed ghost bandage yet?” The woman asked, the other girls look and her shaking there heads their expressions a little spooked at the mention of his name.

“Has anyone seen, Ghost?” She asked the cup of coffee in her hands.

“I think he’s down buy the water I overheard Him talking with Johnny.” Aniyah said tossing her braids back into a low ponytail.

Great.. now she had to hunt him down so his wound wouldn’t get infected, knowing he had to come in yesterday morning but never did. The other girls where kinda scared of his diameter well as most were. The recruits thought the lieutenant was an asshole, and again intimidating. She let out a sigh grabbing her coffee and supplies leaving the tend going to find the Lt.

As Aniyah said he was down by the water pretty far from the camp, Ghost sat in the grass smoking a cigarette. Her body started the walk down to him, he obviously heard her because he turned his head to see who it was. Ghost eyes scanning her, she wore forest green scrubs today a black long sleeve covering her arms. She always had her arms covered he’s never seen her arms bare but he never questioned could be the simple answer of just another layer to keep blood off her. Her curls worn in a half up half down style her coils frizzed yet still looked amazing, her edge laid meaning she had enough time this morning for herself.

“You know Ghosts is rude to stare.” She said walking up next to him. The contrast from the sunrise complementing Her melanin complexion perfectly.

He turned his head away from her, “What can I do for you Mav..” his tone empty.

She sat down next to him putting the kit down as well as her coffee “well i dont mind you avoiding me though it dose bother me a bit.” She admitted, “but, you need your bandage changed.”

He glanced at her taking another hit of his smoke “I changed it..” he said.

“Mmhm right, non of the girls have seen you come in or out of the infirmary don’t lie to me.” She sassed lightly, he eyes lingered on his lower face his mask sat above his lips no further than that though. She’s seen his face once before but she always couldn’t help but stare how one of his scares trailed from the top of his lip down to his chin, a few spots that healed leaving smaller but deeper scars.

His eyes met hers, “ya know it’s rude to stare.” He mocked her.

A light scoff came from the woman “oh please if you can get an eye full so can I.” She smiled at him, leaving him only to shake his head.

He put the smoke in his mouth going to lift his shirt, revealing the two bandages one on his back near his shoulder and the other on his lower side. “There.”

“Thank you.” She said grabbing the kit first going to the bandage on his side.

Peeling the bloody bandage of his stitches looked a bit irritated, she cleaned the area gently scraping off some of the crusted blood. “I wish you came to the infirmary soon, if not me one of the girls could have cleaned you up.” She spoke her voice slight worried because he’s let his wound get slightly infected just so he didn’t have to face her, she didn’t know why but she couldn’t let it bother her.

He let out a muffled scoff “those girls are scared of me, well besides Aniyah and you obviously..”

“Why didn’t you ask her?”

“Because I didn’t want her to..” he answered simply.

She signed she wanted to ask but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer. “What on your mind?” He asked.

Her eyes connected with his their gaze lingered before she finally spoke “You know you’re not as bad as everyone makes you out to be..” she said avoiding her original question.

Her eyes moving back to his wound taping it down, his eyes now focused on her. Those words hit something in him making him feel vulnerable, and god knows only she could make him feel that way. But she said it as if she knew something more, she knew that he felt that way and that it actually bothered him. They now sat in silence nothing uncomfortable but silence as she worked on his other bandage.

She soon finished pulling his shirt down going to sit next to him her eyes stayed on the moving water in front of them. “Why do you keep your arms covered?” He asked.

“Sorry if it’s personal..” he muttered hoping the wasn’t the reason.

“I have tattoos they make me feel less professional I guess and my Ex never liked them… not that care what he thinks anymore but it kinda just turned into a habit.” She answered taking a sip of her coffee.

“Less professional, you realize almost everyone here has them.” He said, “why didn’t your ex like them?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know im guessing he just wanted me to be more proper not seen as some..” she stoped herself.

“Never mind im not here to talk about my fucked up relationship.” She shook her head.

“Why do you cover your face?” Her voice sounded hesitant.

“Scares lots of them, some from my child hood and not their not very pleasant to look at.” He explained.

Not very pleasant to look at… she thought, she thought he was simply gorgeous. For only seeing his face once she took in every detail even the fact he was a blonde. But he didn’t know that.

“I was gonna say something personal but I’m not gonna cross that line..” she said.

He put another cigarette up to his mouth lighting it. “Please do.. you seem like you need to talk about something..” he spoke blowing smoke out his mouth.

“My ex isn’t a good person, god.. put it simply he was an abusive asshole, tore me apart for years. Physically and emotionally I only got out because I couldn’t live that way with my son.” She spoke, talking the smoke out of Ghosts hand as he offered it to her.

“Is that why you wear sleeves as a sense of safety, hate to make this about me to but maybe we’re the same in that way..” he said looking over at her as she took a drag of the cigarette.

“Mmhm, and you wear the mask because of im gonna take a guess, child hood abuse?” She spoke, he nodded.

“My Father..”

“My mother.” She said after.

“That woman couldn’t stand me, especially after my father passed not to mention when i got pregnant.” She laughed to herself.

It may have not been a funny moment but she was nervous she never really opened up about her abuse but now it was something she could talk about so easily, maybe because he had same type of experience? So the conversation went on as the shared the cigarette.

“I never will understand how a parent could do that to there own child… and then someone who you thought saved you from the situation only hurts you more.” Ghost spoke his head tilted up.

“Yeah well turns out my save was an ex marine with a drug problem.” She scoffed, “and yet I still find myself liking men in uniform.” She glanced over at him noticing the corner of his mouth.

“What? Whats got you all smirking Simon.” She pushed his arm lightly.

“Men in uniform?” He snuffled a small laugh.

“What can I say” she lifted her shoulders shrugging.

“God I haven’t even thought of a relationship for two years now up until recently.” She admitted.

“Oh?”

She felt the hair in her arms stand up at the way that rolled of his tongue, maybe she did find him attractive but doubt always sat in and the fear of said past relationship. But Simon would never put a hand on her. And she knew that.

“Yeah but I gotta focus on myself and my son.”

He hummed, so time is what she needed and he couldn’t blame her for it she went through hell and back but he was willing to wait.

“Better head back up. I got more boys to attend to.”She said.

He nodded, he stood up offering her a hand “lets go then.”

They stood there a minute a sweet smile displayed oh her lips. Her hand reached up to his face, his first instinct was to normally stop her but he didn’t feeling her bare hands touching his scared skin her thumb running gently over the scar on his cheek over to his lip. Her body close to him leaving barely any room, he could smell the cigarette smoke and coffee linger on her.

“You know for what is worth, you really are beautiful Simon.” She spoke barely above a whisper as she let her thumb run over his bottom lip.

His hand reached up grabbing her wrist, he didn’t move it but he held her. Something in him was crumbling under her touch he craved it not in a sexual way but in a way he needed the comfort. He felt his body let itself relax, She didn’t know how she made in crumble how she could anticipate his mood, she did know how bad in that moment he wanted to kiss her.

His eyes never left hers, she could see through him if she really desired to. She was truly astonishing.

But he could never giver her the world she deserved.

Here is one of the Ghost works!

[chiquititaosita]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ drabbles de osita • sir crocodile x latina! Farmer reader (headcanons)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ I blame @owlight for this 😒 and @backwzzds for MAKING HIS PERSONALITY SMOOTH AS A MOFUCKA @kenruu @sanjisblackasswife

- being his girlfriend as a farmer. With those sweet eyes, and that melanin in your skin, you’re the one that’s highly respected like a true princess in crocodiles eyes

- Now being his little lamb! Yes he calls you his little lamb!! Because you’re so small precious and delicate.

- “Hi honey!!” You’ll be kissing him and looking for him at your casino in alabasta. When he finds you in a perfect casual dress. He bought for you he just smiles.

-“ah there’s my little lamb. You never cease to fail turning this frown upside down you know my darling y/n.” He swoons your heart everytime. Besides after what happened with Robin. You made him apologize for everything and makeup for her values. You’re the woman that keeps him in check (besides shanks of course 🙄)

- “oh thank you amorcito!” Your smile and the blush on your face as he held your hands and kissed your knuckles gently.

-“now what brings my little lamb here?” He’ll look at you in the sight of watching how sweet you’ll look you have a basket behind your back that contains produce of tomates (tomatoes) from your harvest you’ve been working on in your families farm. “I’ve brought you these mi mama wanted you to taste them. And I know the best ways we can cook them.”

-his heart is touched surely he’s never met a woman as hardworking and gentle as you. He hates to watch you get your delicate hands dirty. Mans is a high class assassin and A business owner! So he knows how he feels about this. He can’t help but feel guilty, he then scoffs, and clicks his tongues and then stands up. To inspect the basket, and then pick up the tomato, smelling it. they’re seen to be different shades of light green and lime green to red. “My darling dear, why are these greeen??” He chuckled and smiled with his devious and smitten smirk on his face with the stitches across his nose from ear to ear.

-“thats because They’re fresh tomates! They’ll turn into a nice beautiful shade of red give it time! I’ll make sopa for us tonight.”

-“nonsense my y/n you must be sitting here looking all beautiful for me what if you burn your hands on the stove or the what is it called that one pan?”

-“the comal?”

-“yes what about the comal/griddle?? Surely you can let the chefs cook it.”

-“but sopa doesn’t need to cooked on a comal-“

-“ oh it doesn’t, but still! Take a break! You can’t be working all day when you come home to your handsome man like me??”

-“I mean I suppose I could take a break.” “Then a break is what you’ll have. Come along now we have shopping for you to do!”

- he is going to spoil the fuck out of you. Sexually and emotionally, AND PHYSICALLY.

- now him fucking the shit out of you! You’re a pillow princess okay! BE PROUD OF IT!

-him eating you out from behind when his hook is already taking off your panties. And he’s already fingering you with his ringed up digits.

-“you’re gonna be great mommy you know that my little lamb??” You’re just gonna nod and have that face of oh god I’m being fucked dumb. Legs shaking, thighs aching. EATING YOU OUT HES HUNGRY FOR MORES

-meanwhile it’s been a few days… there’s this one time HE ALMOST SENT A GOAT FROM YOUR FARM!!! TO THE MEAT FACTORY!!

-“hey croccy??” He looks up at your question, “what’s for dinner?”…..your boyfriend sitting in his office reading through paper work… “goat soup..”

- your heart was in your stomach, asyour eyes would widened!! “Which goat….?”

-“the baby goat we found last week…” he speaks lowly and spits it out fast. You’ll get it out of him. That minute your eyes start to flood with tears in your eyes…. You drop your plates and they break, and the basket you made for that baby goat foal, that you and crocodile rescued. You left crying and went up to the farm running. Ignoring him. You don’t want to even talk to him….. he makes it up to you when it’s dinner time.

-“y/n…it’s me…..darling can I come in??” you’re in the goat pen with the babies, you’re holding the baby goats sisters buttercup and bubbles… the one who apparently was sent off to the meat factory was blossom…y/n sighed sadly. “I brought you dinner…it’s not goat I promise…it’s some sushi..” he spoke gently and sat down next to her… the goat pen was so big enough, Little did y/n know. Crocodile already sent his minions to go get blossom immediately. and he surprised you with baby girl herself. “You got her back for me??” Y/n was crying happily hugging the baby goat and kissing her head as blossom is bleating, and then giving crocodile a big smoothie kiss. “Okay you’re sleeping on the floor tonight!?”

-“BUT I GOT HER BACK FOR YOU?!”

-“ do you want me to sell your hook?”

-that’s when he knows to never talk back. Overall I say he has learned the hard way and his mamacita farmer y/n can put him in his place

[notthemonthbutmarch]

Inital Reactions to Natlan characters

Spoilers for the Ignition Teaser

First of all, way to many of these bitches are white. We just had a nation full of white bitches, it was France, it’s time for melanin.

Anyways

Mualani and Kachina are adorable. I’m hoping Kachina is their giveaway character because I genuinely like her. Plus I’m on a self proclaimed mission to have every Geo character. Right now I’m missing Albedo, Chiori, and now Kachina.

Why did everyone start obsessing over him immediately? He was the palest of the bunch and his design and personality is just dendro Xiao. I think his little Dino friend there is more interesting than he is. At least Mualani seems interesting, she looks like a Pokémon trainer to me. He’s just… boy.

This girl is was the very first new character we saw and she cemented that I set my hopes to high. Nonetheless, I like her vibe?? She might be an introvert, but instead of the “uwu I’m so shy don’t talk to me” personality, she’s more like “ew go away get out.” Apparently her name is Citlali. I like her, wish she was fucking darker but I like her.

HELLO?? Oh my Geo lover heart… I’m being given a hot geo woman! And she’s of the darker variety, so that’s nice. She’s giving Lisa. I’m someone who gets hooked on personalities though so I’m hoping she’s written well so that I like her immediately and this actually pull her. Again, self proclaimed geo main. I have to collect geo.

I am BEGGING Hoyo to make Iansan a four star. Please make her easy to get. Put her on a banner I’ll pull on. Don’t do me like you did Heizou. An absolute must pull in my eyes. Crossing my fingers that she’s a four star and is on Xilonen’s banner (there’s no way Xilonen is gonna be four star if she is that’s a crime).

I’m sorry she’s the worst one out of them all. League of Legend looking ass. She’s screaming “sex appeal character.” I get it, it’s a gacha game, but I just feel like Genshin saw the success of Clorinde and tried to do it again but… pyro? I think? Anyways pretty easy pass. If she turns out to have a great personality I’m gonna tear my hair out.

Mavuika is… interesting. On one hand, I love her fiery hair, I love her eyes, I love her personality. On the other… she looks like she belongs in NASCAR. She looks more like a racer chick in an arcade racing game than Fire God of Fantasy Mexico. However, I’m hoping my prayers have been answered. Mavuika seems strong AND well respected by her people. It isn’t an either or situation like Ei or Nahida (I’ve explained in a much older post). It seems like people hold her in reverence, respect her strong, and she in turn respects her people and honors their strength with competition. She’s strong, she’s respected, she has a cool personality— the only downside to her rn is her pale ass sick and racer chick outfit. I think Genshin got a bit to excited about ZZZ, she looks like she belongs there.

I have more thoughts about Mavuika, but I feel like those should be saved for their own post.

Now who is that? Who are you??? I can’t get a good read on them, but guessing by their chest I think it’s a man. Who is this guy and what’s he doing with Capitano??? Where is Columbina??? Where is my murder angel???

I cannot deny that Capitano looks sick. I bet his lore is gonna be insane. I’m still holding out for a Columbina appearance and I really hope she gets to be playable, but if we somehow skip her and get Capitano instead… I don’t think I’d be to mad about it. I want the ladies to win but Capitano is just… interesting. Idk.

[journalsouppe]

THE WIND WAKER AHHHHHHHH I love this game SO much, ranked right below OOT and MM for my all time favorites.

One of my biggest critiques of the game is that I wish Aonuma was given the proper time to develop the game since you can tell that there should be more but a lot was cut out for time constraints. Still an incredible game but what I would give to have a full scale sequel or the full scope of the original game T^T!!!

Writing typed below as well as my game notes! (Game notes won't be typed since it's just a mess of notes for puzzles and things to come back to)

Rating: 9.0 Played: Su 2023 Recommended by: Rylan Version: Original Port: (originally Dolphin emulation but bought a Gamecube and OG TWW bc the emulator kept crashing)

Comments

iPad kid... my son (about link)

love Mkaar

THE LITTLE ANIMATIONS

ww Ganondorf is my favorite

LOVE YOU ARYLL

the kids are adorable

the music and SFX are SO CUTE!!!!!!

the actual GC version is much better than emulating

Link's too small for the door i_i I love him

ooo the upside down triforce in outset

I like the wind waker (the instrument lmao)

oo god of winds

ooo you can control seagulls?

MASSIVE pig...

PEAHATS? >:(

oo a cauldro lemme climb in -> THEYRE SAVE POINTS!!

DARKNUT AND ARMOS

I HATE GOHMAS

link is just a sweet little guy T-T <3

inch resting great deku tree

STUPID 25 LETTERS

LOVE the syrup Korok

LINK IS THE SAME HEIGHT KOROKS

how long has hyrule been flooded and how old is zelda? why is there a statue of link...

Oooo did Link from OOT speak a different language with the Great Deku Tree? (bilingual king)

ooo I love that King of the red lions joins you at the tower of gods

magic is in this game *eye emojis*

ooo ganon's tower theme when stormy

all the OOT sages in stained glass omg :)

NOT TETRA'S PIRATES HOLDING THE BOMB GUY HOSTAGE

there's a lot to process at the cabana

TETRA IS LIKE 10 YOU CREEPS

HYRULE CASTLE THEME

i'm forever haunted by the floormasters

why did zelda lose all of her melanin

is the king of red lions actually the king of jyrule?

PHANTOM GANON DEAD MANS VOLLEY FUCK

the return of tingle...

ZELDA 2 STORY

moe the MOBLIN?

MAKARS WALK T-T

THE MEOW

schooner

love the maze idea

ghost ship next to me!!!!

GANON MOLDORM

I love this game so much holy shit. What a perfect sequel to the Hero of Time story, what a great continuation of Ganondorf's motive. I definitely wish there was more, esp dungeons and zora and towns, but this game was made pretty quick after MM and on the GC so I know there are limitations. Everything from Link, Tetra, the sound effects, the stylization, the Rito, the Koroks, Ganondorf, oh my god I absolutely adore it. Everything about it is so unique yet having the core Zelda elements within it. I also noticed how many future games took a lot of inspiration from this game, esp TP and TOTK. I also love how involved Tetra/Zelda is to the plot, Link could not have succeeded without her help, esp in the final battle and when saving Aryll. This game gives so much personality and background to Link and Tetra, every single cutscene is such a delight. This would be a super replayable game if my GC wasn't so wonky. Hopefully it'll come back to the switch. I love this game :')

[therealtruealiyah]

NOVA - the making

Raine heavily exhaled the stress and exhaustion of what was, yet another, double shift.

Just as she was on the hind side of her nightly cleaning duties, she lifted her head at the sound of the front doors' bell.

Shit! I forgot to lock the door. She thought as she hurried up to the front of the clothing shop she was enslaved to.

"Sorry, we're clo—" Her voice was caught as if trapped in the betrayal of her own throat.

"I'm sorry, are you closed? The door was unlocked." There she stood at 6'3, jeans hugging her hips, a giant white smile on her gorgeous face, and red upon her lips.

"Yeah— ahem. Erm, yes, we're closed." Raine could hardly compose herself. She's never seen such a divine being before. She believed she was now in love after 26 years of not believing in love at first sight. Anything is possible.

"Oh! I'll just come back tomorrow." The woman smiled at her, turned on her heels and began back the way she came.

"Wait!" Raine stopped her and immediately winced.

What the hell am I doing? She thought, for 'wait' was the only word she could think of. The stranger whipped her perfectly symmetrical head around.

"Ma'am?" Her voice was a lot lower now, her eyes darkened with something Raine couldn't quite put her finger on— but she was bound to find out.

"Um, I didn't close down the register yet. Is— is there something I could help you find?" Raine bit her lip nervously. She'd obviously bit off far more than she could chew here. The woman smirked and turned back toward Raine, suddenly a lot closer than before.

"Wanna lock the doors first?" She nodded back toward the front of the store.

"Yeah, erm, yeah that's- that may be a good idea." Raine scurried past the stranger to lock the doors, taking a deep breath before turning back around. Raine gasped to find the woman just inches away from her face. Raine looked up into her beautiful eyes and felt nothing but tingles and butterflies.

"What's your name?" She growled lowly.

"R-Raine. Jackson?" All she could do was sputter.

"Are you asking me or telling me?" The divine being smiled, amused. She leaned in closer... so close that Raine could feel the heat radiating from her body.

"I-"

"My name is Nova." The woman backed up so quickly that Raine believed Nova might've taken a part of her soul with her.

"I'm new to the area. I just moved here last month from West Sussex. Are you familiar?"

"I learned a little about it in college." Raine chuckled nervously. Just then, they both fell silent, staring into each other's glistening eyes before Nova broke into a warm smile.

"Then I'll just have to teach you more. Anyways, sorry for the intrusion. I really could just come back tomorrow." She headed toward Raine in a long stride and stopped dead in front of her. Raine was so frozen with a burning feeling in her core that she didn't realize she was still blocking the exit. Nova cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly to the left.

"Are you going to let me out?"

"Oh! Yes! I'm sorry." Raine quickly unlocked the door and moved to the side.

"Actually, what are your plans tonight?" Nova asked as she made it halfway out the door.

"M-my plans? I- I was just gonna go home and binge 'Stranger Things'."

"How about you come out with me instead? I've been dying to visit Luigi's Bar since I discovered it last week."

"Luigi's is great! You'll love it there."

"Come with me. Here, give me your phone. I'll put my number in, you'll send me your address, and I'll pick you up at 10, yes?"

"Yeah- um- okay." Raine's melanin cheeks flushed with red as she handed Nova her cell. For a brief second, their hands brushed and Raine felt a spark of electricity that she hasn't felt in a very long time.

If only she knew she was in for the ride of her life.

[yaqamole]

What are some of the roles for the other nations in your au?

OH BOY!

So (some of these characters come from things my friends came up with) here are some of the other characters. If you want to hear about other characters in the AU, just send an ask

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo - Middle School Science Teacher

100% dabbles with the Devil's Lettuce

Chemistry is his forte

Shares a classroom with the AP Latin teacher, Cristiano D'Angelo (Naples)

Has pissed off the principal, Romulus Mancini, a lot

Nobody is sure why he hasn't been fired yet

Lorenzo Di Salvo - AP European History Teacher

Has little pride pins on his jacket

Is the cool, young, and sarcastic teacher that the teens love

Comforts a lot of kids during his free periods or after school

Unfazed by the crazy things kids do

Looks a little too much like Principal Mancini but with melanin

Kinda has a thing going on with Mr. Fernandez

Shares a classroom with French teacher, Francois Bonnefoy

Feliciano Bernardi - Latin I Teacher

Not a single person thinks he is straight

Very dramatic

Shares a classroom with German teacher, Gilbert Beilschmidt

Has a picture of himself from when he was a teenager on his desk with some blond man he refuses to talk about

Best friends with elementary/middle school counselor, Ludwig Beilschmidt

Rumor that he is related to Mr. Di Salvo and Mr D'Angelo

Cristiano D'Angelo - AP Latin Teacher

Very bubbly and sweet

One kid made him cry once and everyone ended up bullying the fuck out of the kid that made him cry until he apologized

Does NOT get along with Mr. Bernardi

Listens to goth music which surprised everyone given he dresses in pastels and flowy clothes

In charge of Latin Club

His hair is so big and it's full of secrets

Romulus Mancini - Principal (Highschool)

Literally doesn't run this school properly

100% is embezzling money from school fundraisers

Has a "concerns" box but doesn't check that out

Everyone thinks the Italians are his kids

There's a rumor that he's got a thing going on with the admin of the schools and that's why he gets away with so much

His office feels like it belongs in a horror movie

Loves wolves more than air

Matthew Williams - High School Art Teacher

Always has paint in his beard

Very chaotic and charismatic

The teacher everyone thinks is super funny

Great listeneer

The art teacher that loves to see the kids' growth and gives them the best advice to yield the best possible results

Does not get jack shit from the school

Shares classroom with Tolys

Tolys Laurinaitis - History Teacher and Basketball coach

Does not get paid enough for this shit

He humor can be very blunt and unexpected

Cooks for the classes as an incentive

Is mad that they are supposed to have practice as a team with no proper gym yet

Surviving on all the coffee he can get from the teacher's lounge

Rocks the Man-Bun

Arthur Kirkland - AP English Teacher

Has a LOT of beef with Mr. Mikhailov (Ivan)

Big horror movie fan, too

Has a bi flag and nb flag in his pencil cup

Too many mugs

Will throw Shakespearian insults at the other teachers

"Actually, that is incorrect"

Has an "independent" classroom in the gym

Honda Kiku - Vice Principal (Lower Grades)

He’s currently trying to work his way up to principal

He's lowkey kinda awkward but he's hella good at his job, besides, you know- getting children to like him.

He forgets children are part of the job description half the time

Children go to him when bad. This is a threat

Ludwig Beilschmidt - Guidance Counselor (Lower Grades)

Scarier than he looks

Has pictures of his dogs in his wallet

Everyone is very confused as to why he and Mr. Bernardi are so close

Very chill to talk to

Everyone plays a guessing game on his sexuality

Very young for his position

Arlovskaya Nataliia - Gymnastics Coach/Dance Team

Resting bitch face

Short but full of fire

Fairly fluent in English but stumbles from time to time

Cousin to Ivan

Loves what she does and she does it well

Students fear and love her

Franocis Bonnefoy - French Teacher

Flirts with like every teacher

For some reason is best friends with Mr. Fernandez and Mr. Beilschmidt #1

Tries to be cool and fails miserably

The students photoshop him onto a lot of French memes though

#1 Way to piss him off is making Italian jokes at him

[goldenheartgirl1]

Ch.16- These Lands are Ours TWST Mafia AU

Vil always trusted Rook and his team with their information, certainly there were some more qualified for specific jobs but everyone in his system had a part to play. Those with great family connections were a wonderful and deep source of information or to spread word. However, then there was Epel. Epel was a simple college student with a farmers heart and came from a small town where only the farmers knew each other, but that was no need to be discouraged. Vil knew that the Ernte territory was ripe for mafia operations, it was rumored that the fertile lands were half hard work and half dead bodies.

The model and leader of the informants finished up some paperwork and stood up from his chair, checking himself in the mirror to make sure his hair was perfect before leaving the office. He smiled elegantly while walking through his makeup shop, Vil’s steps confident as his dress shoes clacked on the ground. Quietly he listened to his sales people, proud of those that were enthusiastic with their products, but slowed down as he heard a familiar troublemaker's voice. Vil’s glossed lips fell a bit and he repressed a sigh of agitation, trying to remained composed and hear out the situation.

“Which brush is better for a halo eye?” A customer inquired to Epel, the young lady looking perplexed at Epel and the bright blue eyed employee was just as bewildered by her question.

“A-ah yes a halo eye?” Epel repeated back and looked at the brushes briefly before picking one and saying with an uncertain smile. “This should do just fine.”

“Oh, thank you. I’ll try it out tonight. I’m also looking for a skin lightener, something to make me look even younger!”

Epel raised a brow at her comment, the girl was barely 23, she was already young looking. But he didn’t argue and took her to the serums and lightener’s section, unaware Vil was listening and observing nearby. He and the girl looked at the products, but he was sort of clueless of what to suggest. When she suddenly grabbed one she said happily. “Oh i’ve heard of this brand! It’s inexpensive and shows real improvements! I think i’ll do this one.”

A brief glimpse at the bottle and Epel quickly snatched it. “I don’t think you should do this one,”

Vil felt himself cringe, ready to step in but he stopped and his eyes widened a little in surprise as Epel continued to speak. “See how it has Hydroquinone in it? It acts as a skin depigmentation agent by inhibiting melanin synthesis. That’s not good for you at all, it can actually cause respiratory tract irritation and in some dangerous cases even organ failure.”

The young lady gasped and Vil was equally embarrassed that such an item had been accepted in his store. He would need to check inventory and shipment reports later. But for now, Vil actually smiled, impressed with Epel’s chemical knowledge. After Epel recommended a safer product, the young lady thanked him and walked to the cashiers happily. Vil decided to step out from around the display he was hiding behind and walked over. “Well done Epel.”

Vil’s voice made Epel jolt, a small squeak of surprise escaping him and his blue eyes stared wide at Vil. “O-oh i didn’t-How long were you there?”

“Long enough. Epel, I have a question for you. I plan to make a trip to the Ernte district and I was having some trouble finding hotels to stay in any of the small town locations.”

“Oh? That ain-is not a surprise.” Epel replied, catching himself with his accent slipping. “There’s only two major towns there, but most visitors from out of town either book a hotel in the Golden Sands district or in the Rose district.”

Vil sighed a bit, not really happy with the answer but not upset with Epel. “How troublesome, I was hoping to spend time in the town.”

“What do you want to go there for anyways?”

“Some information I need, and I have heard from Rook that your hometown might have some homemade products that could be quite beneficial and all natural. I wanted to see everything and decide if I wanted to do business with them.”

Epel’s eyes lit up from the information, a sort of excitement that Vil had never seen before and the model didn’t say a word before Epel happily suggested. “Why don’t I contact my folks? Maybe they can let you and I stay for a night there. I have a break from school coming up, fall holidays coming up and I won’t be able to make it there for winter due to how bad it can get down there.”

Vil considered the offer, it would save him money while also giving him time to look around and gather information on the rumors. Yet, it also sounded like a great chance to rest and get away from the city for a bit as well. The corners of his lips quirked up a bit and he spoke with a decisive tone. “Why not make it three nights? That way we have a couple of days for you to see your family properly. It’s only about a four hour drive down anyway.”

Epel nodded and took out his phone, immediately hitting the call button and saying to Vil quickly. “Perfect! Clear your schedule from October 4th to the 8th just in case! And a-oh-hello memaw I have a question-”

The model chuckled softly and walked off back to his office for now, letting Epel have his time to arrange things with his family. As he sat back down in his leather chair, he double checked to see if his dates were available and decided to turn in his chair to the filing cabinet. He opened it and took a file out, looking over the hold that the mafia had over Ernte and the location he also wanted to visit. Ernte was a simple land of grasslands, mountains, and forests. There was an old map showing a drop off, where Ernte’s territory drops into a steep valley before turning into barren grasslands. Vil sighed as he closed the file and muttered a bit. “I need to know if that’s where it is..”

After another week, it was time for Vil and Epel to travel, both decided it would be easier just to take one of Vil’s cars. Although Vil did want to arrive in style, he also knew he had to keep a lower profile and not take a really nice car to the farmlands, opting to take a simple four seater small car that was perfect for a long drive in comfort. The two were packed and dressed for comfort and casual, with Epel wearing some baggy shirts and jeans while Vil packed some fall themed clothes that were both casual but professional. The beginning of their drive was quiet since it was around 6 in the morning when they left, with Vil picking Epel up from the apartment, but about two hours in there was an uncomfortable tension of silence. Vil did not care if they had a conversation, but Epel squirmed in the passenger seat, as if trying to find something to say. The informant boss decided to break the ice, not wanting to let Epel remain uncomfortable.

“So, Epel, why did you decide to go to college to learn about agriculture chemistry? Why not just learn agriculture in your hometown?”

“Oh well, the schools are okay but not the greatest, plus there’s a lot of older folks there that just..don’t accept how good certain chemicals are to help yield vast amounts of produce without actually hurting the plants. Or better ways to irrigate the crops and tend to pests in the gardens.”

“Well, there is nothing wrong with upholding the traditional ways without pesticides and other chemicals. But I can understand it if you’ve seen these troublesome times with your own eyes. Is your family open to new people? Are there any traditions or things I should be aware of?”

Epel thought to himself, a devious smirk crossing his lips which made Vil pause for a second. “Just be prepared for some good ol’ country speech. They ain’t going to be fancy talkin’ people. But no, there’s nothing else to worry about. My parents will actually be out of town since they’re making a delivery to the town over the hill, but memaw will be at the house.”

“Memaw?”

“Oh, it’s another way of saying grandma.”

Vil nodded a bit and then went quiet as he focused on the road, the silence returning but this time not as tense. The sun has been shining and their drive through the Golden Sands was peaceful, thankfully missing most traffic as they finally reached the beginning signs of the older roads leading into Ernte territory. Epel piped up once more as he asked. “Since it’s just..us right now. Did you become an informant because of your family?”

Epel flinched as the wisteria eyes glanced at him with suspicion. “And why would you want to know that?”

“I’m just curious, I don’t know much about you besides your outward appearance to the public. Besides, it’s not like I’ll tell anyone.”

Vil contemplated telling Epel, but decided to explain in his own way. “My family was never directly involved with my choices to build the informant agency. If you can even call it that. In comparison to the Thorn agency, we’re rather unequipped and we try to stay away from direct contact or battles. The only reason I chose a side is because of my own reasons.”

Epel looked at Vil curiously, tilting his head a bit before leaning back in his seat. “Well, we’re close to Leona and have a good relationship with Kalim..why do you have a vendetta with Riddle and Azul.”

“I actually have no problems with Riddle, he’s a promising young man and follows the rules to the T most of the time, but it’s a natural consequence when he made a partnership with Azul. But I have a fairly civil relationship with everyone.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“I would like to wait on explaining further for now, I am trying to focus on driving.” Vil deflected calmly, making Epel pout a bit and mumble to himself. “In the meantime, is there a specific reason you wanted to pick these dates for your family visit?”

“It matches my break from classes, and also it’s time for a lot of the goods to be harvested. Many delicious apples, roots, squashes, certain berries, and many other things too. It’s also when we get a lot of tourists coming by since early October is the peak for most of our produce.” Epel answered with a bit of a smile. “An’ I sure miss everyone, I’ve been so busy so this is something I have been looking forward to.”

The two continued their small talk throughout the ride, but Epel was still unsatisfied with how Vil didn’t answer his question from earlier. Once they arrived at Harveston, Vil admired the cute homes and all the signs made up of hand carved craftsmanship, and Epel looked ready to jump out of the car in excitement. They stopped at an older house that had a very steep roof, completely made of wood with a few windows, a barn behind the home, and a stone chimney. Vil parked where it was convenient and stepped out of the vehicle, seeing an older woman that had similar hair and eyes to Epel, who he assumed was Epel’s grandma. Epel quickly got out of the car and ran over to the older woman, hugging her and the two greeted each other happily.

“Memaw! It’s so good to see you!”

“And it’s good to see you youngn’, and who is this lovely peach?” The older woman smiled at Vil and politely introduced herself. “I am Marja, you must be Epel’s boss at that fancy makeup place.”

Vil smiled and nodded, bowing politely and replying. “Yes, I am. You may call me Vil, it’s a pleasure to meet you Marja. Thank you for your hospitality for letting me stay.”

“Oh it ain’t no trouble at all. Epel, why don’t you show yer friend around and I’ll get the bags upstairs.”

“Ya sure memaw? I don’t want ya hurt-”

“Oh hush now, I can take care of myself.” Marja replied quickly with a small snap in her tone, then hurried to get the bags and take them inside.

Epel smiled and started to lead the way towards the town square, both sides of the road were surrounded by apple trees but also a fair amount of other produce as well. Their drive-in had some of the larger orchards and farms, but the center of Harveston was almost purely apples. Vil could feel the crisp fall air filling his lungs, the cooling freshness was intoxicating with how soothing it felt, a far cry from the stuffy air of the city and similar to the floral smells of the garden parks. The entire square was buzzing with energy as many stores and stands were setting up for customers. Vil was thankful they arrived before it was too busy and started to wander around with Epel, as the hometown boy was greeting people and showing Vil some of their products. Homemade food, drinks, clocks, toys, soaps, and many other items that each had a touch of love and patience in them.

“Here Vil!” Epel called out, buying a drink of a spiced apple cider and offering the cup to Vil. “Try this, you’ll never find any better apple products than here.”

Vil took the cup and took a sip, immediately caught off guard by how fresh the drink tasted with the crispy but sweet flavor, with the undertones of cinnamon and other spices. “My, my, what a refreshing taste. Thank you, but let’s not get too carried away with foods and drinks. I’m more interested in beauty products.”

“Ah right, here come on.” Epel responded and continued to lead the way, but then added. “Now, don’t be too surprised about our stuff. Afterall, we made what was necessary for hard workin’ farmers, they ain’t exactly beauticians.”

“Even so, lotions, chapstick, and other products as such are always appreciated to those that care about their body.”

“For generations our town has been very good about cleanliness, since hospitals are a good couple hours away we never wanted to risk any outbreaks, especially during winter time.” Epel explained proudly and stopped at one of the shops nearby. The shelves were filled with handmade soaps, bath bombs, lotions, scrubs, and many more items. Vil actually felt delighted at the options and started looking at the ingredients of each thing.

When Epel was chatting with some of the store owners, Vil couldn’t help but comment. “I never realized you were so popular here, Epel.”

“Oh, well I was the first child in a long time born in Harveston. I’m pretty much the only one my age here. I had to go to school in the next town over.” Epel replied with a smile but looked a bit embarrassed. “So I was always doted on by the others.”

“How fortunate that you had such support.” Vil replied with a smile, then he focused on the soaps and said. “I’ll be in here for a while if you want to go reconnect with others.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“Epel, I’m a grown man, I can take care of myself.” Vil joked before insisting. “Now go on, I’ll text you if I need help and I’ll see you later.”

Epel smiled and nodded before hurrying out of the store, his excitement to see family was palpable. After some time and many questions, Vil collected cards from the stores he was most interested in for future purchases, but then walked to a nearby stand for a small snack. While waiting in line at a food stand for a small slice of apple pie, his eyes narrowed seeing a very suspicious character at another stand. He paid for his slice and sat on one of the benches nearby to eat, his wisteria eyes subtly watching the person that gave him an eerie feeling. The man didn’t fit into the hometown vibe, he was wearing a tailored tan jacket with a white shirt beneath it, wearing light wash jeans, and had some muddy brown boots on. It was like the man was trying to fit in but making it obvious he had money to be fancy. His dark hair was combed back and the man had a light stubble growing, his complexion a light honey tone that showed either his heritage or how often he spent in the sun.

Vil was still on edge as the man happily interacted with people, his demeanor charismatic to the hometown folks, full of smiles and politeness. Vil cautiously finished his food before walking around one of the stands to avoid being seen, then watched the man walk off before Vil went to one of the vendors and asked politely. “Excuse me, who was that man?”

“Him? That’s James Silver. He’s a businessman from the big Coral city, he’s here all the time to visit and partake in some of the local traditions. A nice man, and always has his friends stopping by to buy some of the local vendors' wares.”

“I see, thank you.” Vil replied with a polite smile but then started walking quickly to Epel’s house. He knew that the man was too out of place, he must have been part of the Coin. Once arriving at the place, Vil had decided tonight he would need to drive out to the valley, but for now he took a deep breath and threw on his composure to mingle with Epel’s family.

That home thankfully wasn’t full of its usual owners, it was just Marja, Epel, and Vil. But Epel had said that normally his grandmother, mother, father, and some close cousins would stay in this small place. Vil was gracious with his compliments to Marja’s cooking and listened to her stories of the famous sled races and stories of Epel, he was even stunned to see a picture of Marja when she was younger and Epel truly shared her looks. When Epel returned after visiting people in town he sat and ate his food while engaging with them, then took Vil to the room he would be staying in. The room was small, probably for one of the cousins, and Epel questioned while Vil was settling in. “Did you find anything in town that you liked?”

“Oh absolutely, I will be making contact with a few of them for some of their soaps and other cosmetics. I think there will be a good spot in the store for naturally made items.” Vil explained and then smiled at Epel. “Also, I was wondering something. I heard rumors of a nearby valley, is it a popular tour spot?”

Epel looked stunned and shook his head. “No way at all. That valley might be pretty but it’s very dangerous. We have professional guides for those that might want to hike it, but with the amount of rocks that roll down and the constant wetness from the waterfalls and snow, it’s just risky. People have always gotten injured there so most of the locals avoid it, especially during winter when avalanches are common. Why do you ask?”

“Oh nothing, I was simply wondering if it was worth my time to visit while I am here.” Vil explained and then sat down on the bed while saying. “I think I'll turn in early. It’s been a long day.”

The college student reasoned that it was almost 10pm and Vil liked to get a full night's sleep, so it wasn’t an odd thing to say. “Alright, well, good night and sleep well.”

Vil did take his rest, but had his alarm wake him up around 4am for him to be dressed and ready to go. He wore some flexible pants and a long sleeve black top for warmth, pairing it all with some hiking boots and quietly left the house with only a small camel pack of water and some emergency supplies. He took his car and followed the GPS directions to the valley, which he was only able to make part way until he had to park and go the rest of the way on foot. The morning was dark and bitterly cold, but Vil’s eyes adjusted to the dark and he brought a flashlight with him for such an emergency. The morning was quiet, almost peacefully so as he took in the cold air and the occasional sounds of owls and bugs chirping. As he reached a part of the valley, Vil’s eyes and flashlight scanned the valley sides, which were indeed covered in wet rocks which would make the climb down risky.

However, Vil’s determination was undeterred as he looked for a safe way down, heading down an unmarked path slowly to avoid slipping on anything. It was after about 20 minutes that he noticed a strange path, it wasn’t marked but it was treaded on frequently, and rocks lined the path as if an invisible railing was there. He slowly started to follow it, realizing there was a light trail of gravel purposefully set there for steadier walking, turning his flashlight onto a lower setting to just light his path. The path was small but very curvy, making Vil walk slowly to avoid slipping on the wet ground, yet as time went on Vil found himself reaching the bottom of the valley where the small river connected the hills. The informant scanned the area, then narrowed his eyes as he noticed a small oxbow river, cut off from the larger river but still deep enough for a person or two to sit in. He cautiously walked over and noticed something odd about the water, it seemed to be darker and less clean then the river but not in a normal way as most lakes were.

Setting down his pack, Vil took out some heavy duty gloves and carefully dipped his hand in to feel around, but jolted as he felt something large in there. He shuddered and slowly grabbed at what he could and started to pull up, his body growing icy despite his heart thudding harder in his chest. An arm, and a body attached to it, he wanted to throw up but just decided to divert his attention to the fabric the body was wearing. It was nothing classy, a common jacket but it had a brass insignia that came strictly from the Afterglow savanna area. He makes it a point to learn all about the different styles of clothes, their makers, their quirks, to know exactly what district they come from. Vil slowly set the arm down and moved to take a picture on his phone stopped when he heard footsteps. Quickly, Vil shined the light up at the sound and there stood James, the man grunting from the sudden stun of the light and Vil quickly got up into his defensive position.

“I knew I heard a slimy crustacean.” Vil huffed and glared at James, who had to raise his hand to make the light less blinding for his eyes. “So, the mafia now takes business in drowning people in tiny towns?”

James just chuckled and spoke nonchalantly. “No one goes over here, it’s not polluting large ecosystems, I don’t see a problem with it.”

“The problem is the murder, you disgusting disgrace of a human.” Vil replied sharply and raised a brow as James just laughed, but his eyes were still sharp as he noticed James start to move his hands to his jacket. “If you try anything I won’t hesitate to break your arm.”

The man’s dark brown eyes looked amused, and he smirked as he spoke calmly and kept his hands to his sides. “There’s no need for that. Look, I’m just doing as I’m told, if you have a problem with it you can talk to my boss.”

“Ernte was told to be left alone, all the bosses agreed to that.”

“Actually, my boss said there was no legal document for those words..”

“Regardless! You’ve made a grave error!” Vil said coldly and took a slow step forward, only stopping when James quickly put his hand in his jacket pocket.

“Ah~ now let’s not get too out of hand, Vil.” James sneered before chuckling. “You know, I might actually get a good promotion for this..showing your bloody face on the news and to your beloved partner. It’s like a reward-”

James’s words were cut off as a figure suddenly rammed into his back, a gunshot going off and the round shot straight into the ground from the jolt and angle tilt. Vil took this opportunity to kick James straight in the face, feeling his foot make contact with James's jaw and sending the man to the rocky ground. Vil’s eyes widened seeing Epel standing there, breathing heavily and looking at James with anger as he shouted. “Get yer’ fucking hands up, ya lily-livered varmint! I outta hang you upside down the nearest tree and let the wolves eat ya!”

Vil shook out of his surprise and kicked James again when the man turned around to try and shoot Epel, knocking the gun out of his hand and Epel quickly seized it and aimed it at James. The mafia man glared at the two, his mouth bleeding and his cheek bruised from where Vil kicked him, but he also had a cut on his head from landing on the rocks. “Well what now? If you two shoot me you’ll have to explain it to the others..and if you take me in, you’ll have to explain why Vil is dressed like a crook.”

Vil thought about a witty comeback, but to his surprise Epel chuckled and smirked back at the man. “Oh don’t ya worry your pretty head..I made a call to the mayor. Said that Vil was taken while on a trip to the valley and I told him about the suspicious vehicle I saw while arriving to meet him for a leisurely hike..”

Jame’s eyes widened as the information sunk in, and Vil was just as equally shocked but proud as well. No later than a couple minutes, there was a whole search party coming down the valley path. Epel quickly handed the gun to the local police and they cuffed James, Epel displayed a wonderful scared act of how terrified he was thinking Vil could’ve been killed by his recommendation for a hike. And Vil had spun a story of wanting to get to the valley early to film the serene beauty of the waterfall and the sunrise, then was forcefully brought to the waterside and nearby drowned by James in the same small lake that the body was in, claiming self defense when he had kicked James. It took a while for the cops to clear everything out, Vil was especially careful to have the gloves hidden back in his bag, and both he and Epel were carefully escorted back up to the top of the valley.

At the top, Vil and Epel sat down on a relatively dry and large rock, the two quietly watching the valley with distant skies becoming a lighter pink. The police took James away and then Vil couldn’t help but chuckle as he spoke after everyone left. “The golden boy of the town..you planned this well.”

“Yeah well, i sure got a scoldin’ from my memaw for suggesting a hike in such a dangerous place, but it was worth telling.” Epel replied with a proud but tired smile.

“But how did you know I was here?”

Epel shot Vil an agitated look and replied bluntly. “You just happen to mention the curiosity to the valley, and I heard your damn alarm. At first I thought you were just going on a jog but then I heard the car start. I wasn’t going to follow but then I heard another car shortly after yours and got worried, so I planned a story and tearfully went to the police after convincing memaw that I was going to meet you here and was worried.”

Vil smiled and nodded as he accepted the brief and annoyed retelling. “I see..I am sorry for keeping you in the dark. I saw the man earlier yesterday and knew he had connection for what I was seeking..”

“And what is that exactly? You weren’t just comin’ to see the local soaps.”

“No..Leona actually asked me to do some digging because some of the guys he sends here go missing. Obviously we’re going to have a huge problem dealing with a legal contract with Azul when we get back. They’ve been using a little lake to drown the people they wish to make disappear, using the water to degrade DNA before taking the bodies elsewhere to dispose of in the Ernte territory.”

“I see..well, I think folks around here will be a little more cautious for now on newcomers, I hope it doesn’t hurt the tourism..”

“I doubt it will Epel, your people are wonderful.” Vil confidently spoke, then went back to a comfortable silence while the sun started to rise. He gasped softly at the beauty of the sky, how it was painted in pinks and orange over the valley, and how the waterfall appeared to turn to gold from the sun’s gorgeous rays. Epel smiled happily at the familiar sight and sighed as he spoke.

“Ya know, my parents loved takin’ me here as a kid. We used to bring some warm cider and sit out here to watch the sun and eat some apples with cheese and crackers. But as I got older it was harder to do, but my parents always told me that the best place to feel at peace is the place that makes you smile out of habit.” Epel paused before looking at Vil and saying. “Do you have a place like that?”

Vil looked at Epel briefly, then his eyes gazed back at the valley and he smiled a bit to himself. “Yes..i do have a place like that..the first place that I even considered being an informant.”

Epel waited patiently, waiting for the story which only began after Vil sighed and took out a bottle of water from his bag to take a sip. “My father always took me to the gardens that had famous people everywhere, it was a public garden but it was well loved and cared for. It was during one of the parties I overheard someone talking about using my dad’s money to enhance their business. It scared me and I started crying to my father shortly after, but he held me and just told me that..sometimes there are greedy people, but the people you know you can trust are the ones that are there for you in a pinch. It was then that I vowed to help expose people who tried to hurt others for selfish gain, but it still took a while to get as good as I am now.”

The two went quiet but there was a silent understanding, and they sat there happily watching the sunrise over the valley. About an hour later they went back to the house and Marja scolded both of them for going to the valley at such a dangerous time without telling anyone, but soon the subject was dropped and the three ate breakfast. News of James spread to the point that the Harveston people were angry that they hosted such a vile man, all the charges pushed on him towards the dead body and attacking two unarmed people. However, Vil and Epel spent the rest of their time relaxing and enjoying the festivities of Harveston. It felt like there was a new connection of trust and understanding for the two, making it easier for them to converse and enjoy their time.

On the last day, Marja gave Vil a little wooden apple pendant as a gift and wished all the best to him before Epel hugged her and they departed. Vil was greatly touched by the gift and couldn’t help but smile at the way things went. He had both a relaxing but enlightening time and was eager to plan another trip back, maybe even bring Rook or Leona along next time. A few days afterwards, Vil made a payment to have some of Harveston’s cosmetics and bathroom supplies shipped over to his store. Rook was ecstatic to see the selection of items, having time to clear out the products that had toxic ingredients before the new supplies came in. “Oh Roi de poison! This is a marvelous collection, tres bien!”

“Thank you Rook, I hope Epel appreciates it as well.” Vil replied with a smile, then glanced over as he saw Epel’s shocked face. “Ah, perfect timing.”

“W-what is..is this all from Harveston? There’s at least 30 boxes!” Epel said in shock, looking at Rook and Vil.

“More to come too!” Rook said happily and added. “They are going to be part of the store and we wanted enough supplies to last while Harveston is snowed in.”

“However, they are getting full credit as well, and hopefully this boosts more tourism.” Vil spoke up before saying to Epel. “And I want you to be in charge of the natural section from now on.”

Epel’s big blue eyes blinked, processing their words before asking excitedly. “You mean it? I can just talk about my hometowns products?”

“Well, not just them, but the other natural products here too.” Vil explained before grinning and handing Epel the list of supplies. “So, I want you to become an expert in all the natural products we’re receiving.

Epel froze up, looking at the list with a bit of uncertainty but groaned as he realized it was better than talking about things he didn’t care about at all. He huffed and puffed his cheeks as he took the list with him. “Fine, I’ll learn about the others too..”

Rook laughed as Epel walked off to get his stuff in the employee room. “Do you think that is a little harsh?”

“No, he needs to learn that passion for products comes with learning about the products, not just experiencing them and testing them.” Vil replied with a knowing smile. “But, I know he can do it, he’s more capable then you might believe..”

[galaxythreads]

Hey, I was wondering - do you make playlists for your stories? Or do you ever imagine playing out scenes in your stories in a music video type of way? I'm particularly interested if you have this sort of thing with Igniting Fire? (I haven't fully read it yet unfortunately, but from what I have read I find it super intriguing - particularly the characters Aksana and Neko.)

yes, in general, i have one song that i listen to repeat when I'm writing fics that i think relates to that fic. Come Little Children by The Fox + the Hound, for example, I listened to almost exclusively while working on the Weeping Siren.

For Igniting Fire specifically, yes. I have a massive playlist I actually spent more than an hour splitting apart into character playlists (something i've been meaning to do for a while):

Isabella Alvarez: + the song I consider to be their theme: Brutal - Oliviga Rodergio

Neko: + the song I consider to be their them: Born Alone, Die Alone - Madaline Duke

Hazel Williams: + the song I consider to be their theme: Freak - Molly Sanden

Aksana Morozova: + the song I consider to be their theme: Underworld - CYPRSS

Hitori Adachi: (who does not get a link because his playlists spoils too much) + the song I consider to be his theme: Faded - Alan Walker

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For Igniting Fire specifically, my playlist/fake soundtrack:

but if you're more like, whoa, would be great if I could just listen to songs you (the author) thought related to each chapter:

brutal - olivia rodrigo

can you keep a secret - ellise

overwhelmed - royal and the serpent

drama club - melanine Martienz

uh oh - sub urban, ft. benee

american dream - mia vailie / my body lies over the ocean - jasmine ash

bruises - ellise

beautiful crime - tamer

control - halsey

savages - marina

lilith - ellise

silence is all i have now -  Kurt Hugo Schneider and Lynnea M

[dobercorgis]

I did say before that I didn’t really want a dlc prequel and after playing fr I still do kind of think that. Even just thematically an epilogue seemed more fitting, but I guess not.

It did have some good parts! I think I understand N some more now (tbh I didn’t care for him in the main game) and family angst/drama is always spicy. Loved seeing Shulk and Rex again and I loved the interactions with them and their kids. Esp Shulk and Nikol just nerding out together. Also did not expect Rex to have that kind of parenting style haha. They really did go all out on the fanservice which I adored and found funny at the same time. And some of them were references to side quests or just lore which I appreciated so it wasn’t just all surface level references. Also they mentioned how Melia has been captured several times and Shulk never comments on it which is an interesting choice.

But I feel like overall it didn’t answer a lot of my questions about the main game and left me with more questions instead. Also it was much shorter than I expected. Even with the forced community padding in torna… it still feels like fr was much shorter. When I was fighting Alpha I was like this feels like a final boss but it feels like I haven’t been even playing for that long. Pacing was fine don’t get me wrong, it just felt… lacking. Also with how xc3 and to an extent fr was supposed to be the ending for the klaus trilogy, it doesn’t really feel like one? It’s not that there’s loose ends, I don’t really think there are any, it’s just that it doesn’t really feel “complete” ig and just leaves a lot of things unanswered. And while I don’t rlly like info dumps, xc does a decent job at them and is sometimes crucial for understanding the lore, and we just don’t really get one in xc3. I was kind of expecting a few scenes or maybe just a glimpse of the post-merge world of the xc3 or fr cast but didn’t get that. Which I get, but I still would’ve liked to see it.

I’m not really sure how to feel about how they handled Alvis. Man really did lose his melanin when he split but you never really see him in proper lighting so it’s not as obvious as in the art ig… Honestly with all the xc1 fanservice I expected more interactions with Shulk and A but uh nothing much happened other than Shulk calling A Alvis at the end. I get that he’s a computer and the logic behind how he became that way makes sense but it just seems so contradictory towards xc1 Alvis where he understood yes humanity shapes future with their own will, etc. Ik that part of Alvis became A but idk it’s complicated.

I saw ppl saying how Shulk and Rex overshadowed the rest of the cast when they were introduced, and I think I’m the only one that didn’t feel that way. I think the narrative just shifted course to focusing on those characters to focusing on the lore and world. And a lot of those were references to xc1 and xc2 which did give those two some more screen time since they’re one of the very few that remember those worlds. That being said, I do think Matthew is the weakest protag in the series. He just didn’t have a lot of time to shine and the story’s focus isn’t really on him. Glimmer and esp Nikol also felt lacking in the character department. They weren’t bad characters but they didn’t have much presence. At least they had connections to Rex and Shulk to work with.

The exploration was great though. Have a fully connected open world was cool, and I loved the little things you could look for like the ether, containers, relics, etc. Didn’t play X, but I think fr had the best exploration so far.

OH and the xc1 parallels! Like the zoom in on A’s eye at the end! And how you warped to the final boss similar to how you went to memory space after beating Dickson. And apparently it was intentional??? Like Alvis Alpha what are you cooking???

While the credits song isn’t my favorite, seeing scenes from all 3 games just made me feel stuff esp after seeing older Shulk and Rex. Like yes look at how they used to be, look at how they and we have come. And it was just AGH

Maybe I just need some time to sit on it, but I think it’s my least favorite dlc story so far. I think my expectations for both xc3 and fr were a bit too high which might be why I feel this way. Overall, I think I could’ve been satisfied which just watching the cutscenes or a let’s play.

[prescitia]

@darkmade

In dreams of high reaching walls and incandescent splendor, through palaces constructed in the mind's eye where precious things are kept in perfect condition preserving their imperfections, he wallowed. Mourning and pitiable and vile and only just now coming to terms with the vitriolic truths hurled at him in simpler times. In better days.

He would take it all in stride if he only could. Smile through the cold chill drifting through coffin lid; emanating, sometimes, from within. Like holding a glacier in the heat of a desert. Like waving your heart's heart off to sea and watching the impending storm overtake them. You know it is inevitable. And the fool you are still hopes. Maybe he will return to me.

Would it satisfy? Would he endure or would the vacancy of those eyes drive him to the fire at long last?

It is better this way, lies Lestat de Lioncourt to the sorrow sitting it's considerable girth upon his chest. Still it does not move. It cows him with its spindly little fingers wriggling deep beneath tissue and bone and into his very core until his atoms scream in unison.

Louis....

It has been years, years still to come, centuries, eons. Forgiveness a rush in the midst of devastation which cling to his eyelashes and lips even now. They quiver. Long lashes downturned in disdain, self hatred, melancholy, longing.

If he had chosen then to love Her as He loved Her, saw Her as He saw Her, would the past be different? Would endure become thrive or were they doomed as all things are?

"Fatalism..." Smile crooks the corner of weathered lips, a fondness unparalleled blooming in his chest.

Oh Louis...

Only love could devastate so entirely. Consume and arrest the body into the lifelessness he exhibits perfectly. A statue among the ruins dripping their decay into the rubble their lives so briefly held a court in.

Did you hear?

I did!

The gall!

We should go. Join the rest.

The Great Convergence!

We will have his throat.

After all, he invited us didn't he?

Hundreds became thousands became hundreds of thousands. Like rabbits in spring, a new one born every month. Monotony of greetings, announcements, declarations... He'd shut it all out years ago. Or was it...weeks? Profound solitude intruded upon by the memories of melanin skin illuminated gold by firelight, Creole tongue better than any meal could be consumed, the sharpness of tongue to match wit and fury. Lestat hadn't intended the barrier's destruction but with it came a flood of voices unknown and an alarming concerto of enmity to which can only be directed at one man.

A publisher, non, a pawn. The writer, a slave to the story. The voice himself. Louis de Pointe Du Lac.

Armand is no more, banished to the dark where Louis' light does not reach. A cold and infinitesimally small prison of despair so fitting for a bastard as wily. Enjoy your chains, fils de pute. But with him gone, with his...considerable strength who then is left to shield his beloved from the wrath of the many?

There is little left for him here in New Orleans save for the love of ghosts prowling its streets. He will tuck them away with his handkerchief in his breast pocket that he may carry them always in love and reverence as he crosses the world to follow the voices baying like hounds at the gates. Noisy little things they are, small things to be nudged aside with a well heeled foot until he finds himself standing beneath the towering castle harboring his heart.

Head upturned to the sky beyond and that pinprick of light in a singular window which sings its siren song. Louis, Louis, Louis. And all the yearning of a madman seizes him rigid once more, fingers prick around a cigarette to puff out clouds of message come to me though he would never hear them. The desire immeasurable to trounce his way to the guarded gate and blow them wide, seize every mind to let him pass until he stands at the door of revolution and...

Give him time, Lestat. Patience. He exists still. He thrives. Send an invitation.

Heels do not click so satisfying on the cold uniform of asphalt streets as they did on cobblestone, his passing is as uneventful to the mortals as it hadn't been in the throes of his joy long ago, and pride takes a meaningful hit as he smiles politely at the desk attendant. Announces himself as if they should not be groveling to meet him.

"Lestat de Lioncourt, here to see Louis de Pointe Du Lac."

[here4theheartbreak]

Afternoon Naps (myg + pjm)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Jimin x Yoongi Genre: smut Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~5.5k

Tags: Smut, Consensual Somnophilia, Vampires, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Established Relationship, Vampire Sex, Vampire Biting/Blood Drinking, Sleeping Medication, Consensual Necrophilia (Technically), Temporary Character Death, Vampire Min Yoongi, Human Park Jimin, Bottom Park Jimin

Summary: Jimin finds out his boyfriend's biggest secret, and reveals his own biggest kink. They realize that this can benefit both of them.

A/N: Fifth Kinktober fic, day 7: somnophlia; this fic is also filling a request from ages ago. @sujigguk requested a fic with “you’re not human”

A/N 2: The fic contains technically necrophilia -- vampire lore in this fic has the vampire "dying" (i.e. heart/breathing stops, body goes cold, rigor mortis sets in) while resting in their coffins. All sexual acts are discussed and consented to by both parties prior to this.

“Jimin!” Yoongi’s voice was sharp… And not all that happy when he opened the door of his apartment. Jimin smiled sheepishly. 

“Surprise?” He said softly. 

“What are you doing here?”

Yoongi looked tense as he stood in the doorway. From what Jimin could see over his shoulder, his blinds were drawn, and his apartment was still mostly dark. Strange, given it was nearly ten in the morning.

“Did I wake you?”

Yoongi hesitated. “No.”

Jimin’s smile faded a little. “I wanted to come by… It’s been a week.”

“We’ve been texting.” 

Jimin’s smile disappeared completely. “I disturbed you. I’m sorry.” He backed up, ready to head down the hall.

“Wait, no, Jimin. Don’t go. You just surprised me, I’m not used to visitors coming by unexpectedly.”

Jimin looked at him, trying to gauge if he was being sincere. Jimin and Yoongi had been dating for nearly six months. It was great. Yoongi was always there for him, their dates were fun, and they never ran out of things to talk about. The sex was mind blowing. Sure, they fought a little, but never a big thing. The one oddity in all their time together… Was that Jimin was never invited to sleep over at Yoongi’s. Yoongi had stayed at Jimin’s a few times, and Jimin had come over once or twice, but never for more than a few minutes. 

The last time they were together in person, Jimin had hinted at wanting to stay over at Yoongi’s one night. Yoongi had seemed okay with the idea, but also a bit stiff about it. 

“I should have texted,” Jimin finally said.

“Yes,” Yoongi agreed. “But… You’re here, I can spare a few minutes.” He sighed heavily and stepped aside, letting Jimin in. 

“Dark,” Jimin commented as he entered. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” He reached out for Yoongi’s head, only to have Yoongi jerk away.

“I’m fine.”

Jimin scowled then, crossing his arms. “What’s wrong with you?”

Yoongi blinked at him. 

“You’re acting weird. I’ve been with you half a year, I know when you’re not yourself. What’s wrong?”

“It…” Yoongi’s shoulders sagged. “It’s very hard to explain.”

“Well try. I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark. Literally or figuratively.” Jimin went to flip on a light. 

Yoongi grabbed his wrist. His hand was frigid, and his grip was tight. Jimin gasped. 

“Don’t.” Yoongi’s voice was sharp.

“Wh… What’s going on? You’re kinda starting to scare me.”

“I don’t mean to.” Yoongi let go of Jimin’s wrist.

“Why are you so cold?” Jimin went forward. Yoongi backed away but Jimin ignored him, grabbing his face. “Jesus, you’re freezing. Are you sick?”

“Not exactly,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“Jimin, please…” Yoongi leaned into his touch, his eyes screwed shut. “Please just go home… I promise, I’ll explain everything tonight.”

“No. You can explain right now, Min Yoongi.” Jimin crossed his arms and stood in front of the door, facing Yoongi. 

“It’s not easy,” Yoongi muttered. Jimin remained silent. He sighed. “Fine. I… I really wanted us to last.”

Jimin narrowed his eyes, not liking how this was sounding. Yoongi stuffed his hands into his pockets. 

“I’m a monster.”

“What makes you a monster?” Jimin pressed.

“Fangs? Death? Drinking blood?” Yoongi shrugged. “Any number of things. I mean a literal monster.”

Jimin laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, come on, don’t be silly. Yoongi, what is it really?” He asked. He flicked on the light. Yoongi winced visibly, raising his hand to shield from the indoor light.

Jimin’s entire body went cold. Yoongi was standing in front of him. His Yoongi – lean muscle and a sweet, round face, gentle eyes and guitar callused fingers… But not his Yoongi at the same time. The person in front of him was paler than Yoongi – his face almost grey it was so pale. His eyes were dark. Not just dark, but the pupils seemed to have expanded, filling the whites of his eyes and giving him a demonic gaze. 

Yoongi let his hand fall, his expression timid despite the horror his features implied. 

“You’re not human,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m a monster,” Yoongi agreed. “A vampire… Specifically.” He looked down. “Are you going to run away screaming now?”

“Make me, you troll,” Jimin grumbled. He let his arms fall and took a cautious step forward. 

“I’m a vampire, not a troll.”

Jimin grinned at that, seeing the curve of a smile on Yoongi’s lips. “I’ll get it right eventually… Am I in danger? Standing here like this?”

“No. I have excellent control over my feeding… Why aren’t you scared?” Yoongi looked up, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

“I am.”

“You aren’t showing it… Aside from a fast heartbeat… I can’t see any fear on your pretty face. And your heart beats fast around me all the time.”

Jimin smiled. “Flirting isn’t gonna get you out of the doghouse… Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You’re right.” Yoongi snapped his fingers. “I always forget. When is the right date to tell your new boyfriend you died and came back as a bloodsucking creature of the night? That once a week you have to spend a day in a coffin literally dead or you get wildly sick? Isn’t it the third? Or no, the seventh?”

Jimin slapped Yoongi’s shoulder with some force, smirking when he cried out, rubbing it. “Weak for a vampire.”

“I’m immortal, not immune to my boyfriend’s abuse,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Do you drink blood?”

“Of course I do.”

“Human?”

“When I can.”

“From live people?”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your tone, Mr. Park?”

Jimin glared. “You lied to me for six months, I’m allowed to interrogate you.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “I’m frankly just… In amazement that you’re still standing here. And no… Not live humans, not for a very long time. You may proceed with the interrogation – but I insist on us moving out of my hallway and to an actual sitting location.” He pointed to the couch.

“Do you have anything to drink? If I open your fridge… Will I find bags of blood?”

Yoongi made a noise of offense and crossed his arms. “Of course not, I’m not some barbarian. You’ll find a recyclable bottle of that’s filled with blood. But my sodas are in the door.”

Jimin went over to the fridge and opened it. Sure enough, there were three large water bottles filled with a very suspicious reddish liquid. He grabbed a soda from the door and went over to the couch, sitting next to Yoongi.

“How old are you? I’m guessing that twenty-seven was a lie.”

“I was twenty-seven when I died. Thirty-one years ago.”

“Oooh, I bagged myself a silver fox, huh?”

Yoongi huffed once more. “I died at twenty-seven.”

“Mhm… And now you’re fifty-eight.” 

“Jimin, I’m gonna…” 

Jimin giggled. “I guess I shouldn’t tease you… You might bite me… Would you?”

“Bite you? Not unless you asked.”

“Would it turn me into a vampire?”

“No. There’s a very specific ritual for that.”

Jimin nodded. “Cool. So, what does a vampire do? Aside from drinking blood… What’s special about you? I’ve seen you in the day. You complain a whole lot, but you don’t sparkle or ignite like a firework. We’ve taken plenty of pictures together… And you eat way too much garlic. You also sleep at night, and probably too long… And you aren’t any stronger than I am.”

“You’re making me feel real great here, Jimin,” Yoongi joked, smiling as he spoke.

Jimin laughed. “Sorry—I just mean… You seem human. I’ve never… Really assumed anything was off about you.”

“The great thing about humans, is that you all really like to assume everyone is like you. You avoid the things that support the opposite. Inhuman behavior, to some degree, so long as it’s not shocking or jarring, you can brush off as an odd quirk, a funny trait. I’m close to human, yes, but I am not human. I complain in the sun because my skin is sensitive. Bursting into flames is a myth, but I do burn far easier than most humans. My skin’s melanin has decayed over the years without cellular growth.”

“Which is why you’re so pale too.”

Yoongi grunted an affirmative. “Garlic is a myth, as is the no reflection thing. I’m sure hundreds of years ago, maybe? There might have been some truth to it, but modern technology and modern mirrors work different, so I can see myself the same as you. I am stronger than you, but I do well at hiding it most of the time. Any displays of it, you either don’t see, or brush aside. I do also sleep at night, yes – because I’ve put myself on a human schedule. I do this so I can live among you all without problems. Once a week though, I must sleep during the day. Sleeping at night is akin to a human living on a series of short naps at mid-afternoon. It’s not fully restful and it’s dangerous to do long term. I compensate by sleeping through the day one day per week, in the appropriate resting place.”

“R… Resting place?”

“My coffin.”

Jimin’s eyes bulged. “Coffin?”

“Yes, I am dead. I have a coffin.”

“That you sleep in?”

“Once a week. Otherwise, I sleep in the bed.” 

Jimin nodded, his brows furrowed. 

“Gonna run yet?” Yoongi asked.

“No… Is there anything else different?”

“Well… We’re excellent in bed,” Yoongi joked. Jimin glanced up. “I mean it. We have a… Special thing about us. You’ve had sex with other men before me, right?”

“Yeah, a few.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed that when we have sex… I’m much—”

“Harder.”

Yoongi nodded. 

Jimin pouted. “I assumed it was because I just really turned you on. It’s because you’re a vampire?”

“Well, no, you really do turn me on... A lot. But a few days after I do my daytime sleep, I get naturally more rigid. I’m not sure why – I think it has something do with… Ah, well it’s gross. But it just happens.”

Jimin sat back, sighing softly. “You’re immortal.”

“Yes.”

“Honestly… I think that’s the thing that bothers me most about this. Not that you’re undead or drink blood or… But that you’re gonna never grow old. And I’m…”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered.

“If we work out…” Jimin began. “And stay together… You’ll turn me, right? You’d have to – for us to… Be together.”

“Not necessarily. While I wouldn’t hate the idea of someone’s company in my life… I know that a limited existence is so valued and important. It’s something that I would be willing to discuss… If we work out, and when you are older.”

Jimin nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Yoongi pressed. “That’s it?”

Jimin shrugged. “We all have secrets, Yoongi.”

“I doubt you have a secret as big as this, Jimin.”

“No… But I have one that… People have left for.”

Yoongi seemed to perk up a little at that, his brows furrowed. Despite the difference in his eyes, the sleek black, Jimin found his expression endearing and sweet. 

“I like your eyes like this… Can you change them at will?” He asked.

“No. They’re like this because I’ve not fed for a while. I have to keep myself fed and rested or they shift; they’ll be back to normal after I wake up and drink… What secret could you have that’s so big, Jimin?” 

“Well… I…” Jimin winced. “God, it’s weird as hell, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t run,” Yoongi promised. “You’re sitting here next to me after finding out I’m a living dead monster. The least I can do is listen to your secret and try to understand.”

Jimin smiled softly at that. He nodded. “I like… Sleep sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I like the idea of… Having sex with someone while they sleep or are unconscious. With their consent! I mean… I’d never… Do something nonconsensual.”

Yoongi remained silent a moment, thinking. “Do you want someone to have sex with you while you sleep? Or do you want to have sex with someone while they sleep?”

“Both, I guess. I like the idea of both. I’ve never done it. Most people stop talking to me after I tell them.”

“Why would they?” Yoongi pressed. “We all have kinks and fantasies.”

“Yeah, but a lot of them see it as a form of rape. And I get it, it’s a super grey area. You can’t change your mind while you’re asleep, so like… If you say it’s okay, and then as you drift off to sleep decide you don’t want it… Then it becomes nonconsent.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding. “Well I think that can be resolved just by open communication,” he said, touching his hand to his chin in thought. “If you trust your partner and they trust you, you two should be able to communicate what is and isn’t okay. I don’t think a kink like this is unsafe or unhealthy, as long as – like you said – it’s done with full consent.”

Jimin smiled cautiously, his heart skipping a beat. “You mean… You don’t find it gross?”

“Not at all.” Yoongi smiled. “I’m glad you shared it with me. I still don’t think it’s worse than me being a blood sucking monster… But I know it’s a secret you hold close, so I appreciate your trust. But… Would you want to try this with me someday?”

“Would I ever?” Jimin asked. He chuckled a little. “I fantasize about it a lot.” 

Yoongi smirked. He moved little closer, pulling Jimin to him. “Would you want to try it today?” He asked softly.

Jimin’s eyes widened. Yoongi continued. “Look… When I sleep… In my coffin. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t breathe. I don’t move. I am… For all intents and purposes… Dead. I don’t decay, obviously. But my body goes very cold, my lungs and heart go still… And my body stiffens, as a corpse would. That includes… My dick.”

Jimin remained quiet, processing what Yoongi was suggesting. Yoongi slid his hands over Jimin’s shoulders slowly as he spoke. “So, if someone… Say my very curious, very human boyfriend… Happened to get horny while I was sleeping in my coffin… He could climb in and use my body… Ride me… And I’d remain fully unconscious no matter what.”

“Because you’re dead…” Jimin clarified. 

Yoongi nodded. “Temporarily. I wouldn’t wake for anything, unless you shined sunlight on my body. So… If you want to do this…”

“Would you fuck me when you wake?” Jimin said quickly. “If I was sleeping, would you… Return the favor?”

“I wake in the late afternoon usually. You’d likely still be up.”

“Not if I took a sleeping pill,” Jimin suggested. “I have some, I used to get nightmares and they help. I don’t use them often, but I bring them just in case. I could take one after… And you could… Help get rid of your afternoon wood with my body.”

Yoongi shifted visibly on the couch. His tongue darted out, swiping over his lips. Jimin smirked. He leaned forward, sliding his hands up Yoongi’s thighs. “Does that idea sound good? You like it.”

Yoongi nodded. “I do,” he breathed. 

“We can do it today?”

“Yes but… Jimin… You understand what I mean. When I lay in my coffin… You will be looking at the equivalent of a corpse.”

“I understand. But you’re still you. You say you’ll only be still and cold… You won’t be decaying or rotting or anything you associate with a dead body. And you’ll be waking up and… We’ll be together.”

“Of course.”

“Would it turn you on? Knowing I used you while you… Rested?”

Yoongi smiled softly, lowering his gaze. “Frankly? That’s… An incredibly sexy thought. The thought of you climbing into my coffin with me alone is enough to… Well… I’ve thought of it more than once. I never even imagined you’d be willing to… Let alone wanting to… Do more.”

“Should I stay in the coffin with you? After I finish?”

“I’m afraid not.” Yoongi shook his head. “Waking from my rest is a very jarring thing. I fear I might accidentally hurt you. I have a bed in my room next to the coffin, you can sleep there.”

Jimin nodded. “I do want this as long as you do. And I do want you to… Do the same.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin gently. 

“Hey… You’re a vampire… Don’t you have fangs?”

“They retract. When I’m resting they will come out, so don’t kiss me – you could get poked. But when I’m awake I can pull them in and out as needed.”

“Can I see them?” Jimin whispered. 

Yoongi seemed to be thinking about it. He grinned then. His wide, gummy grin suddenly became something much more frightening… And sexier, when Jimin realized his canines had lengthened and transformed into sharp, deadly points. Jimin’s breath left in a rush. 

“Oh wow…”

Yoongi’s smile dropped again to a relaxed expression. “Satisfied?” He asked, his tone slightly breathier with the fangs in the way. 

Jimin nodded. “I think you need to go to bed soon,” he murmured.

Yoongi smirked, one fang peeking out of his lip. “Horny bastard.”

“Not my fault.” Jimin squeezed Yoongi’s thighs. “Should I wait out here?”

“Please. Though it’s not disturbing I do like going to sleep alone. You’re free to come in in about fifteen minutes… I’ll be resting by then. The lube is in the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom. 

“See you in the evening,” Jimin said. Yoongi rose and leaned forward, pecking Jimin’s mouth gently. 

Fifteen minutes had never been so damn slow. Jimin finished his drink and paced around the apartment, trying to distract from the ticking clock. He took the time to explore Yoongi’s place; he’d never had a chance to before. He had quite a number of interesting trinkets that Jimin wanted to ask about when he woke up. He pulled off his coat and tugged on one of Yoongi’s hoodies, hugging himself in it as Yoongi’s scent drifted into his nostrils from the warm fabric. 

Finally. Fifteen minutes had passed. Jimin entered the bedroom carefully, letting his eyes adjust to the room, even darker than the living room. He found a lamp near a comfy looking bed and flicked it on, looking around. The light was soft, diffused by the heavy shade. In the center of the room was a large, dark coffin. Jimin approached it carefully, his heart in his throat. Inside was Yoongi, looking much paler than usual. He was entirely still, arms resting across his bare belly. He was in his boxers, his cock comically rigid, tenting the front up obscenely. He was stunning. 

Jimin hurried over to the dresser and opened the drawer, finding the lube easily. He shucked his jeans and boxers, crawling onto the bed. He set his sleeping medication on the bedside stand and relaxed into the pillow. It smelled richly of Yoongi’s scent, his cock thickening against his thigh. He moaned softly, stroking himself. He looked over at the coffin, his stomach clenching. This was really happening. He poured some of the lube on his fingers and spread it over his hole, sighing contentedly as he pushed a finger in to prep himself. 

When he was ready, Jimin rose, sliding the lube and his phone into his pocket. He went over to the coffin, taking a moment to gaze down at his beautiful lover. A vampire… He knew he’d likely have a moment of realization down the line – the understanding that this simple confession had flipped his life upside down. But he’d never been one to shy away from the macabre or bizarre, and he always wondered if supernatural creatures existed. Yoongi’s confirmation of that was… Unexpected, but not unwanted. 

Jimin carefully straddled Yoongi’s lap. He knew he couldn’t wake him, but the fear was half the fun. Yoongi was still hard, his position entirely unchanged from the first moment Jimin saw him. Jimin pulled his boxers down just under his balls, smirking when he saw the tip was a deep purple red. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked gently, surprised to find it cool to the touch. Yoongi really was a living dead person. 

A surprising twinge of arousal spiked through Jimin, making him shudder. He wondered if Yoongi could still come in this state. Only one way to find out.

He shifted over, taking the lube from his hoodie with shaking hands and adding some to Yoongi’s cock, and more to his own stretched hole. He moved over and began to settle into Yoongi’s cock, muffling his quiet gasps in his other hand. Yoongi’s cock was so hard it was almost painful. There was none of the give he was used to, forcing his ass open wide to take the tip, and sliding deep into him. He whimpered, shuddering hard when he took his entire length. 

“Yoongi,” he whined softly. Curious, he reached out, touching Yoongi’s pale, cool face. He held his hand by his nose for a moment. Nothing. No movement of air, no shift, nothing. He moaned again, reality slowly sinking in. There was nothing normal or right about this. But God, it felt good. He dropped his hand down, pulling Yoongi’s top lip back. As promised, there they were, sharp fangs, glinting dangerously. Jimin touched one, ever so tempted to prick his finger on it, let Yoongi taste him… But no. Jimin pulled his hand back. That could be discussed at a later time. He settled back on Yoongi’s stiff cock and whimpered. There was no give. He was gonna lose it fast at this rate.

Jimin began to ride him, moaning openly as Yoongi’s cock slid over his prostate. He reached into his hoodie and removed his phone, holding it up. He found his camera app and angled it to show his face first, his cheeks mottled red with arousal. He moaned openly as he pressed record, not bothering to shy away from looking and sounding obscene. 

“Your cock is so hard, Yoongi. You’re gonna break my ass in half, oh!” He shuddered, biting his lip and twisting his hips down. “Fuck, I’ve never had something this hard up my asshole, Yoongi… I’m gonna gape for hours after I’m done with you.”

He whined, his throat clicking as he struggled to swallow. He turned the camera, filming Yoongi’s body before turning it and balancing it behind him, so he could film himself riding Yoongi. He glanced back, smirking when he realized the camera was catching each long stroke, Yoongi’s cock sinking back into his ass. He spread himself and leaned forward, giving more light for the camera. He fucked himself hard and fast onto Yoongi’s cock, moaning and begging for more, not hiding the pleasure he was getting. He reached back and grabbed the phone, holding it up again.

“I’m gonna come, Yoongi,” he whined. “I’m gonna come from using your thick, hard cock, right here in your coffin. Wanna see?”

He turned the camera and lifted the front of the hoodie. His cock was bouncing with each thrust of his body, slapping gently off Yoongi’s still stomach. 

“I’m so glad you slept shirtless,” Jimin panted. “Make me come, Yoongi… Oh God, please… Fuck my ass harder…” He moved faster, whining high in his throat. It shifted to a shout when his cock began to spurt, shooting ropes of come over Yoongi’s hands and belly. He stroked himself, still riding Yoongi’s cock as he milked the last come from himself. He shuddered and giggled, moving the camera behind him as he pulled off Yoongi. He held his ass open, feeling the cool air tickle him far more intimately than it should.

“Look at that gape,” he mumbled. “Too bad it’s not dripping with your come.” He pulled the camera back as he crawled out of the coffin.

“I think I’m gonna leave you like this… Covered in my come, boxers down… Just so you wake up and know what I did to you.” 

He walked back over to the bed in the corner. “Now, Yoongi… I’m gonna leave the lube right there.” He angled the camera to show himself setting it on the nightstand and picking up the sleeping pill. “And I’m gonna take my sleeping medicine.” He angled the camera back to his face to show him swallowing it. 

“Now I’m going to sleep just like this… No shorts… And I would love it, if you want to… To repay the favor and use my ass while I sleep.” He smirked. “I wonder… Is your come as cold your body was when you first come back? You should let me know… I wonder how that feels inside me…” He shook his head. “Sleep well… See you soon.” He ended the video and sent it to Yoongi, forcing himself to stay awake long enough to hear the buzz of Yoongi’s phone in his coffin. He let himself drift off to sleep, dreams full of sexy, arousing thoughts. 

Jimin’s ass was on fire. He moaned softly, opening his eyes blearily. The first thing he saw was the coffin. He turned his head, spotting the clock… Nearly seven hours since he’d gone to sleep. 

“Morning Sunshine,” Yoongi murmured. Jimin turned, spotting him at his desk. A cup of deep red liquid sat next to him as he worked on something. “How’s your ass?”

“Sore,” Jimin mumbled, reaching back. He was met with a gush of body temperature fluids, pouring from his gaped hole. He whined. “Fuck…” His cock throbbed against the mattress. “What did you do?”

“Me? I simply did as you asked in your video… Very sexy, by the way. Would you like to watch?”

Jimin rolled over, groaning weakly. His cock was hard despite the pain in his ass. It was perfect. “Show me,” he whispered.

Yoongi rose and grabbed his phone. He went over to the bed and sat on it with Jimin, passing him the device. 

Yoongi did far less teasing and talking in his video. He set up the phone at an angle on the nightstand, allowing it to capture most of Jimin’s sleeping body. Yoongi slicked his cock, looking into the camera as he sank into Jimin with a moan. He began to thrust into him quickly, holding Jimin’s ass open as he did. He maintained looking at the camera most of the time, his eyes the same black they were when he went to sleep.

As Jimin watched himself get used on the phone, Yoongi pulled him onto his lap. He’d withdrawn his cock, Jimin could feel. He hissed and whined softly when Yoongi dragged him over and slid back into his come lubed hole.

“It’s sore,” he whined.

“You can get off then, I don’t mind,” Yoongi said, letting his hips go. Jimin smirked. He shifted to get a better angle to watch the video and began to bounce lazily on Yoongi’s cock.

On the video, Yoongi had picked up speed, grunting as he fucked Jimin’s sleeping body. He tossed his head back, shouting and baring his teeth.

Jimin moaned, catching sight of Yoongi’s fangs. He touched his own neck, a little disappointed at the lack of bite marks. Yoongi on video shuddered, his hips going still. He leaned forward, kissing Jimin’s shoulder.

“There’s my first load, Jimin. It was as cold as ice… I’ve never felt your hole squeeze me so tight. Next time I’ll do it when you’re awake… I bet you’ll squeal so pretty when it fills you…” 

Jimin moaned, leaning back against Yoongi. “I wanna feel,” he confessed.

“I’ll make sure you’re awake next time,” Yoongi promised. “Wanna see the rest?”

Jimin nodded, riding Yoongi a little faster.

On video, Yoongi picked up the pace, fucking Jimin’s ass harder than before. He used him for nearly forty minutes, filling his hole three times. Finally, he sagged his shoulders, kissing over Jimin’s back. 

“You’re so fucking sloppy, baby,” he grumbled. He grabbed the phone and angled it down. Jimin’s ass was red, his hole swollen around Yoongi’s cock. He pulled out slowly and come bubbled out, obscene sounds filling the air. Yoongi chuckled. “I’ll leave you like this. When you wake up I’ll give you one more, if you want it.”

The video went black. Jimin leaned forward, his ass aching at the new angle. “I want it,” he whispered.

Yoongi shifted, pulling out only long enough to get onto his knees. He sank back into Jimin’s  already filled ass, and they both moaned at the sloppy noises. Jimin leaned up, wrapping his arms back around Yoongi.

“Bite me when you come,” he whispered.

“You sure?” Yoongi was fucking him hard, his cock twitching.

“Yes,” Jimin promised. He reached down, stroking his cock in time with Yoongi’s thrusts. 

Yoongi was huffing erratically, holding tight to his middle. His fangs grazed Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Are you mine?” Yoongi panted in his ear.

“Yes—“

“Give yourself to me.” Yoongi grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand off his cock. “All the way. Are you mine, Jimin?”

“Yes, yes!” Jimin moaned. 

“I’m yours as well, Park Jimin,” Yoongi whispered. He slammed his cock deep. It began to throb, spilling inside Jimin. At the same time, Jimin felt a sharp pain and then a pressure on his shoulder. Pure pleasure washed over him. His cock began to spurt ropes of come, jerking hard enough to make them land on the floor in front of him. He shouted Yoongi’s name, reaching back and holding his neck as Yoongi drank from him. 

The two collapsed on the bed as their orgasms faded. Yoongi kissed and licked at the wound on Jimin’s shoulder until the blood clotted, sliding his softening cock carefully from Jimin’s aching ass.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, nudging Jimin’s shoulder with his nose as they cuddled back to chest on the bed.

“I’m great,” Jimin whispered.

“No regrets? Still okay with it?”

“Fully… You?”

“It was so exciting,” Yoongi admitted. “When I woke and felt your come on me… And then saw you sleeping… And that video was stunning. You were so beautiful.”

Jimin smiled shyly. “We’ll have to go easy the next few nights… I’m really sore.”

“Of course. I’ll be gentle for a while, let you heal up.” Yoongi kissed over his shoulder. “Did the bite hurt?”

“No. It felt good… How often can you drink from me?”

“I’d prefer not to often. Living human blood, not bagged, it’s… Very rich and sweet, almost like candy. It can become addictive. I’m honored you let me, but I’ll save it as a treat for myself, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course.” Jimin turned as well as he could. His gaze searched Yoongi’s face, finally dropping down to his mouth, lips pink and cheeks mottled. “It was so interesting. Seeing you in your coffin.”

“I know it can be frightening.”

“No…” Jimin shook his head. “I think it sank in… That I was looking at someone who wasn’t alive. But knowing you’d be awake soon after, it was… This bizarre sort of… Taboo but sexy thing? I’m a freak, aren’t I?” Jimin’s shoulders sagged. 

“No more than I.” Yoongi nudged him again. “We can be freaks together.”

Jimin grinned. “Yoongi?” He said softly.

“Hm?”

“I feel gross.”

“Because of what we did?”

“No, silly.” Jimin laughed. “Because your come is gluing my ass and legs together. I need a shower.”

Yoongi laughed brightly, nodding. “Agreed. Let’s get one... It’s almost dinner, you’re probably starved.”

“You aren’t,” Jimin teased, rising slowly. “No, but I could eat. I’ll take you out after the shower.”

They walked together to the bathroom. “How does eating human food work with being a vampire?”

“Same as it works being alive,” Yoongi said, turning on the water. “It’s just empty calories for me – Which is why I never eat much.”

“There’s so much I feel like I have to learn about what you are… How life is for you.” Jimin crossed his arms as he waited for the water to warm. Yoongi straightened up and wrapped his arms around him. Now that Jimin was aware, he could feel that Yoongi was a few degrees cooler, his skin just a bit paler than human. 

“You can ask anything you need. We have time, and I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

“Yoongi…” Jimin leaned against him, hugging him tightly. He could hear Yoongi’s heart, glugging along at a lethargic pace. He smiled softly. “Can I confess something to you?”

“Hm?” Yoongi asked, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” Jimin whispered. 

Yoongi went still, his heart skipping a little faster. “Jimin… Say that again,” he said.

“I… I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips curve up into a smile against his shoulder. “In nearly sixty years of existence… I have never heard more beautiful words,” Yoongi admitted. “I love you too, Jimin… I feel like I’ll love you forever.”

Jimin pulled back, meeting Yoongi’s gaze. His eyes were back to their normal soft brown. He smiled. “Coming from someone who is immortal… That’s the most beautiful thing I could hear.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin deeply. He pulled him close, and Jimin melted into the touch. Yoongi may have cold skin, may drink blood and die once a week – but Jimin had never felt safer or warmer than he did at that very moment in Yoongi’s arms. 

[moonlightchildz]

wild; j.h

summary: jung hoseok had the tendency in driving you wild while fucking you senseless.

tags: M, established relationship, smut, creampie, fingering, domestic!hoseok, somewhat of spit play, slight degradation, drug usage (weed)

“So you do this,” Hoseok began showing you how to roll, his eyebrows furrowing in deep concentration. He was too busy trying to demonstrate to you how to properly do it as you watched him in fascination. He was just too cute to not pay attention to. From the way he slowly bit down on his lower heart shaped lip to the way his pretty hands looked underneath the dim lighting in his back porch.

In his thighs he had a basic raw tray, and you were peering up at him in admiration even though what he was doing wasn’t exactly the most legal thing he should be doing at the moment. His wavy hair was swept on the sides, heart shaped lips looking kissable right there and then. He was humming, concentration passing beyond 100 percent and right then your heart sighed. Followed by it fluttering once you saw the tip of his tongue begin to lick the tobacco leaf. His short, manicured nails were turning the half made blunt in his hands, tongue shutting it sealed. 

He was always detailed, precise, and quick when it came to rolling his shit. One of the things that fascinated you of him was how he was constantly putting his all in literally everything. His work, his dancing, his rolling, his goals, ambitions, and everything that made him into the person that was Jung Hoseok was magnified even more by his sheer beauty. So as your boyfriend occupied himself in finishing it, you let your thoughts wonder straight down to the gutter. Hoseok was always fucking phenomenal with his hands and mouth. That was something he was definitely cocky of and with every damn right he should be. The first night you two were intimate he had fingered fucked you into oblivion and ate you out until you felt like you were defying gravity.

“And that’s how you perfectly roll a blunt,” he cockily finished, holding the ending product out towards you. You tried to compose yourself, tried to make it look as if you were paying attention from the beginning, but it was too late. He had caught you.

He sighed once he glanced up through his long, thick lashes. “You weren’t even paying attention, y/n.”

You impishly smiled, eyes crinkling as you leaned forward. “I’m sorry,” you began, though not feeling sorry at all. “You’re just really...wow.” you lamely tried to express just why your attention span was shit.

He looked annoyed now and you simply giggled to yourself since your boyfriend always tended to take instructing so damn seriously. But hey, he was a pretty damn great instructor. A really, pretty and beautiful one. A hot one too.

He however was not the least amused. Judging by the way he was gazing at you with a pouty mouth, you knew you were bound to get an earful. “Just because we’re dating doesn’t give you the excuse to slac—” he began, and even when he was reprimanding you, you still viewed him as your beautiful, breathless, and irresistible lover.

“You’re not even paying attention right now!”

Sheepishly, you just leaned into him with apologetic hands already framing his squishy cheeks. His words slowed down and lowered to a mutter once upon seeing you so close to him, as if catching him off guard. And just like a charm, your spell had already rendered him speechless as usual. With a tiny, but cocky smirk you teasingly brushed your lips against his, fingertips slowly caressing his skin, admiring him up close.

A hot whisper left your lips, “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t mean to.”

Hoseok just grinned against your mouth before he slowly leaned in, eyes set on you until they fluttered to a close as he softly kissed you. Your hands slowly abandoned his face, lips molding against each other’s. You let yourself clung onto your boyfriend, arms winding around his neck as his hands began to encircle you. His hands were already working their way underneath your dress, fingertips ghosting your sensitive thighs all while he slowly began to unravel you with just the magic of his lips. 

 He quickly eased into you once your hands began to tug at the hair strands at the nape of his neck. His body was turning towards you, mischievous fingers squeezing and bruising your bare thighs. It didn't take long before you were already crawling on top of his thighs, blunt forgotten now. You caressed his face, admiring his beauty before you turned and leaned backwards into his arms.

“Am I forgiven now?” you softly teased, a smile edging your lips. “I promise I’ll pay attention next time.”

“You were staring at literally anything but at the blunt,” he said, amused now. His hands were on your thighs once again, gently squeezing part of one. However your eyes were mainly fixated on his swollen pink lips. “It’s cute actually, even though you have the attention span of a squirrel though.”

“I’m sorry,” you brushed your lips against his, momentarily catching his bottom lip with your teeth. “It’s just, I have a really, and I mean, really, hot boyfriend you see, and uh I can’t help myself when he’s looking at me like that.”

His light brown hair covered his eyes so you ran your fingers through his wavy strands, wanting to see your man in all perfection in this dim lighting. There was a soft breeze, reminding you of the ocean that was just a couple feet away from the both of you. The both of you were in the comfort of his home, alone, enjoying the water nearby, and being wrapped up in each other for as long you both needed. Tonight was just barely the beginning for the two of you.

 He was already shaking his head, shyly uttering out, “Yaaa, stop it.”

You noticed how his cheeks were flushed, bashful smile luring your heart into his mercy.

“I am so serious right now, baby,” you purred out, lips tracing the underside of his jaw until you could feel his breathing fan your skin. You could feel his breathing pick up, fingers tightening around whatever part of your body he could grasp at the moment.

You felt him begin to grin, and as you glanced up, your wandering hands had managed to loosely wrap around his neck.

He quirked up an eyebrow, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm,” you nodded eagerly.

His hands were already framing your face, kissing you deeply before you could respond. His tongue was making love to you as your hips slowly began to move against his. Your fingers slowly made their way up his shirt, roughly fisting it. God, right now all you wanted was to run your fingers down his skin, kiss every part of his body, and leave love bites to adorn his melanin skin. Every fiber of your body wanted nothing but to feel your lover against your warm body. You wanted nothing more than having his plushed lips suck your sensitive skin into his mouth.

Hoseok’s fingers tangled in your hair, pressing your mouths together as you panted out against his lips. You felt your hips move on their own, rocking your whole body against Hoseok’s hardening cock. You could feel your underwear dampen as the tip of his cock brushed against your center each time you moved your hips. Soft, keening moans emitted from your lips and it was driving him wild. Your whole existence drove him to utter madness. He just couldn’t get enough of you. Your hands were already bunging up his shirt, urging him to take that damn thing off already. As Hoseok pulled it over his head with one hand, your hands nimbly unbuttoned his shorts.

He was already hard, and the anticipation to feel him inside of you was already brimming out of you. He wasted no time in letting his fingers find your covered clit, his thumb gently brushing it in guided circles. His fingers stroked your sex, rolling it between his fingers in such a teasing motion. He was a teasing little fucker and his batshit smile was a dead giveaway.

“I don’t need it,” you whined out, hands stopping his fingers. As much as you loved his hands, you wanted his dick inside of you at the moment.

“You’re not wet enough,” he contradicted, trying to shush you. This time he slid your lacy underwear to the side and with his thumb on your clit and finger, he slowly continued playing with your pussy. He watched as you impatiently ran your hands to your breast. Thumbs stroking on your nipples as he coated his fingers with your juices. He began stroking you and you were a hot mess, lolling your head to the side, and slowly beginning to rut yourself against his magic, slender fingers. 

“Seokie, please,” you whined out, trying to feel him even more as urgently and desperately as possible. He simply curled his digits inside of you, dark eyes watching his princess beginning to lose control of herself once again. Fingers were digging into his shoulder blades, soft moans emitting from your reddened lips.

“H-Hoseok,” you cried out, strands of your damp hair attaching to your face. Your eyes were clamped shut, mouth pressed directly against his cheek. Hoseok simply gave you a peck on the lips, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He knew if he licked the pussy, you both would simply forget about the finished blunt and take care of business for the rest of the pending night.

“Please,” you kissed the side of his mouth, stopping his movements with your hand. You continued to leave wet opened mouth kisses all over his jaw, your breath ghosting the nape of his neck. His darkened gaze studied you, slowly sucking his fingers into his mouth with such delight. 

Once he was done, his hands cupped your cheeks, puffing your lips out to him. “You’re the most impatient brat,” he mused out, his smile just making your chest swell with pride and happiness. Yeah you were a brat, but you were his brat to deal with. Heart, soul, and body belonged to him wholeheartedly and completely.

He swiftly moved your panties a side, slowly sliding down a finger. “mhm,” he began, getting cocky since his girl was already dripping wet and mewling to get fucked. “I guess you were right, baby.”

His hands were firmly placed on your hips, guiding you over his thick, and veiny cock. His hooded gaze fervently landed on your face, watching as he teasingly rubbed your pussy against the tip of his cock. With each movement, you coated his dick with slick and he softly groaned at the delicacy, the blood rushing straight down to his dick. Your mouth was slightly ajar at the sensation that you couldn’t help but spread your thighs wider, having yourself rut against his cock with such teasing and slow movements. 

“Oh my god,” you murmured out against the crook of his skin, your tongue tracing his hot skin as your fingers dug into his back. You felt his cock twitch underneath you, and you knew he loved it when you were being such a dirty whore just for him. So you tugged at his earlobe, whispering, “I can’t wait to have my pussy stuffed with your cum.” 

You felt how slick your pussy was incredibly getting from swiveling your hips against his hardened, thick, and veiny cock. He was teasing as he nudged the tip of his cock inside your folds, and then slid it back out. He was practically biting back his groans, enjoying just how much you were already mewling. 

“Please,” you whimpered out, lips trying to find his swollen mouth in need. Your dilated pupils met his, cheeks were flushed already, and your fingers were beginning to wander all over his toned abdomen. Your heavy breathing fanned his mouth, foreheads were pressed against each other’s, and your eyes were trained on his. Bodies were overwhelmed to the point where Hoseok found himself pushing inside of you. Your breath hitched as you felt him, slowly fill you up.

“Oh fuck,” you softly moaned out at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you. Your slick covered thighs rubbed against his, driving Hoseok absolutely insane. All he wanted in that moment was to lick your mess away with his tongue and shove his fingers inside your wet cunt until you were a sobbing mess just for him. You felt him smirk against your skin as his hands grabbed your ass, and thrusted into you. 

“You take my cock so well, princess,” he grunted out as you slammed down against hips, meeting his thrust halfway. 

“Only for you,” you incoherently whimpered out, moaning afterwards as you rolled over him. His hands engulfed your back, helping you bounce right back up and slamming you down against him. Pants began to leave his lips, your soft whimpers and pleads of ‘more, more’ edging him on.

“Such a pretty princess,” he agreed, dark gaze taking in the way you rocked your hips so sensually. Your hands were matted into your head, his cock making you stupid dizzy.

“I-ah-I,” you incoherently cried out, eyes screwed shut, and nails digging into his shoulder blades. You felt your body arch, arms instantly wrapping around his neck as you felt sweat coat your skin and his. The sound of skin slapping and your wet pussy sliding out and slamming back down was all that echoed in the back of his porch. Hoseok was keen on watching the way his cock slid out of your pussy, edging mewls out of those sinning lips.

His hand grabbed a hold of your neck, halting your movements. His hand was large enough to cup the side of your face and right underneath the base of your throat. He teasingly nudged his thumb inside your mouth, knowing damn well how much you loved his hands. He was grinning down at you, amused at how fucked out you seemed to be and he wasn’t even done with you yet. As you glanced up at him, your hands caressed his flushed face, mouth finding his in seconds. His lips sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, saliva dripping down your chin as he nipped and licked away until you were begging against his mouth in such moans. 

“You want on your knees, or back?” he nudged your nose with his, his voice a bit huskier and slurred. There wasn’t a second thought as you responded, “Blow my back out.”

His hand was grabbing a hold of the back your neck as he lowered you down on your back, legs hanging from the edge of his settee. He didn’t even need to spread your legs apart from him since you were his whore and you loved doing that already. 

“Fuck,” he groaned out in disbelief. The sight of you looking completely disheveled and ready for more had him rendered speechless. 

He pinned your wrists above your head, tongue running up the side of your neck. His plumped lips peppered kisses down your collarbone, tongue sliding and tracing them to his liking. He was absolutely infatuated with you and his love language was marking his significant other. 

he released your arms, spitting out, “stay still, whore.”

you kept your arms crossed, chest heaving as hoseok grabbed a hold of his aching cock. he ran the tip of it against your glistening pussy, moaning at the soft whimpers emitting from your lips. your thighs were quivering and you were so fucking messy, mouth slightly ajar as he watched your hole clench around nothing but air. he slowly pushed himself inside of you, grunting at how you were swallowing him completely, mewling so fucking loud. it’s all he wanted to hear from you now and on.

“mhm, fuuck,” you choked out, your fingers desperately grabbing a hold of his arms to tug him upwards. you needed his lips on your neck, your collarbones, and him whispering the dirty things he would do to mess you up even more.

“baby likes it, huh? my cock?” he rasped out, lips ghosting the underside of your chin. he was grinning from ear to ear, watching as you arched your back for him, spilling nothing but your dirty sins out into the void.

“mhm, mhm,” you cried out, eyes fluttering to a close as he slid out and pushed himself all the way back in to the hilt. you swore you could feel the pulse of his cock drag against your walls, and you relished at how hoseok nipped at your soft skin. he bit down on your collarbones, then ran his tongue over, splattering his spit all over your chest just how you loved it.

he bottomed down, fingers digging into your thighs.

“oh my fucking god,” you moaned out loudly, head thrown back in absolute bliss. He was thrusting into you, his hips snapping with such fervor that had your head bouncing against the settee. at some point your fingers were holding on to the back of the settee, hands barely managing to grip on to it.

“More, more, please--” you kept repeating over and over again as your legs to quivered. With each thrust, you could feel the pulse of his cock hit every inch and corner of your sweet cunt.   

Perspiration coated his body and yours and the summer breeze made it even more exhilarating. The both of you too wrapped up in each other’s arms, lost in sense as he kissed your worries away and welcomed your most sinful desires. 

He shifted suddenly, gathering your right leg and pushing it to the side. His forehead was pressed against yours, mouths missing each other’s in desperate attempts to reach your high. You felt it bubbling up on your lower region, toes curling and on your slick covered thighs.

“So close,” you cried out, body shaking in his arms. Your nails were dragging down his back, edging him on. Hoseok kisses you, swallowing your moans into his mouth as he gave one last thrust, sending you into a state of euphoria.

You felt his cum begin to drip down your thighs, and as you tried to close your legs, Hoseok simply spread them wider for him. He would never get tired of seeing his cum leak down your thighs.

“Brat.” He pulled back, leaving you panting. you could barely breathe, much less try to at least sit up. so he delicately wrapped an arm around your body, helping you sit up right on his lap. he was quick in grabbing the soft towel, the pad of his fingertips ghosting your sensitive skin. you watched how his fingers nimbly cleaned you, imagining how they would feel being sucked into your mouth.

even as he spread your legs open to clean you up, he definitely noted the way your skin arose with goosebumps. it made him smile.

“I love you,” you smiled in return, your hands cupping his face, turning him so he could glance down at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffed out and even while you were motionless, you still managed to punch him on the arm. He chuckled, and purposely kept on ignoring you until he was done cleaning you up completely.

“Hoseok,” you pouted and he leaned back into your clingy arms, kissing you dizzy again. His fingers were tender as they caressed your cheek, smile endless and eyes closed.

“I love you more, silly.”

content with that, you judged your nose against his before he said, “So, how about that blunt?”

You were already lighting it as you slightly leaned away from him. “Can you pass me your shirt? I’m cold.”

Hoseok threw you his shirt, shaking his head as he watched you deeply inhale. Sure, you didn’t pay attention to the rolling, but you sure as hell didn’t need teaching in smoking all of his shit. He watched as you paused momentarily to slide on his shirt and crawl over to him once again. your throne was his lap - specially his thick thighs - and he knew that already. his thighs and mouth were all yours.

You sat with your legs entangled with his, eyes half lidded, and a pouty mouth. “What?” He chuckled, his index finger bopping your nose rather cutely.

“Miss you,” you nuzzled your nose against the crook of his neck.

He let you into his arms before embracing you and pulling you tight against his chest. “I’m right here baby.” He muttered out as you passed him the blunt.

You sighed in contentment, smoke wafting the both of you as you nuzzled yourself on to him. you pressed your lips on the base of his throat, mumbling out, “I love you.”

Smoke emitted from his lips as he slowly crooned out, “You drive me absolutely wild, you know?”

“I love you.” you smiled widely at him. You would never get tired of saying those three words to him. Expressing your love to him was one of your most endearing features and he absolutely loved you for it. vocalizing your love for him was his own reward after making you cum countless of times.

He slowly kissed you, humming against your lips as you cheesed from these simple words. “Impossible, princess. I love you more.”

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1/3 (Eren Yeager)

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Bitches is my sons, that's why I be like, "Chile"

Chile, chile, chile, chile, ch-i-i-i-chile

At the lowest volume, Nicki was spitting bars. The LED lights on the brightest red there's to come as the window was covered with black out curtains. It happened to be bright outside but who opens their curtains at 8 am in the morning..? People who are productive and that's not you.

"Don't spend hours in there, brat."

A pout came onto your face, almost sucking your teeth... it wasn't going to be long until you were finished. Nonetheless though, your father always thinks you take hours to get ready to go somewhere.

"Im not ,daddy... Ion even wear makeup no more.. so it won't take long.."

Leaning towards the mirror, and pressing the lipgloss tip against your soft lips, your thoughts came around to your father.

Levi Ackerman, he's a short male who is quite intimidating, he IS intimidating. Despite his height, he's always winning a battle, whether it's verbal or physical. Which is why you always fail to win an argument against him. This was noticeable when you moved to his house ten months ago.

Before living with Levi, you were living with Hange.

Hange co-parents with Levi, the two were never together but they kept you happy and they are both Mom and Dad to you. The two are so different though. Hange would let you skip school, get ready late, almost everything in the book. She had to stop you from getting a sugar daddy though-

Levi is strict, he doesn't want anyone or thing touching his pretty Princess. Yes you're not biologically his but he still is your father, the only one you'd ever had. He taught you things, showed you the great life. He tried to get you to speak a bit more proper but he just stopped, oddly enough, he wanted you to embrace everything you had to offer.

It was a pain learning about your background, Hange was bad at doing anything for you as well. In result of this, your hair has dreads. Watching YouTube videos was Levi's new thing when you were younger. He managed to skillfully put dreads in your hair and... now they look quite amazing. Very long and pretty on you.

That's something you embrace, those pretty dreads. Knowing that your father put them in first , is one reason as to never take them out.

"I'm done, and, Mom said stop ignorin her... she wanna have a picture of me.. since it's my last year I guess.. ion know.. but she blowin up my phone.."

A bit of a smile casting on your brown skinned face. Fiddling with the phone in your hand. Today you were wearing a Jean like skirt and a black top to go with. Your med-long nails being a mix of white and gold, it complimented the melanin of your skin.

Levi glared at his phone that was vibrating on the nearest table and he'd sighed inwardly. Hange was so excited for your last year, while Levi was not. He also hates the fact that you are now going to the same school that he works at... the only bad thing being... the men there are complete perverts and prudes.

"Tell that bratty friend of yours to do it-"

"Connie isn't a brat, he just a lil mental..."

A lot of bald guys seemed to be mental, or is that just... stereotypical to say? Eh, either way, your Connie was mental. The guy was hilarious, he always knows how to put a smile on your face. Even though you two used to be fairly seperated. You now go to his school so at least you'll have one friend to lean on.

"dad, can you at least be happy for me...? It's my last year of school, not my last year of me bein in ya house.. cuz ion know how to cook... or do adult stuff.." a sheepish smile came upon your face, just staring at your father who happened to be suppressing a smile. He eventually did not though, but... you are the only person who can make him smile..

"I know, you burned down a kitchen before.." An evil smirk cascaded on his pale face. He knew that would hit you where it hurts, considering you were now silent but squinting your eyes playfully. It definitely wasn't Levi's kitchen, it was Hange's kitchen.. she had to get it remodeled.

Honestly, Levi liked that you couldn't cook, that way, douche bag men will stay away from you and it'll prevent them from making you barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen... he overthinks okay?

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Gripping your wrist ever so tightly, the two of you were walking towards the huge school. It was more of a modern taste, probably because the school was built only 6 years ago. The scale of the school had caused your body to overheat from anxiety. So actually, Levi was pulling you towards the school, no effort needed.

Once that door was open, it was all over. The main entrance had a pretty scenery. It was pictures and everything, though something that was odd was that black people were limited, looked like-

Okay okay, you're overthinking, but this school really doesn't have black people. If they do, they are in sports... which is why there was a man constantly talking on and on about female's basketball team...

You have to admit, you are a stallion.

"She doesn't want to be on the team... Shadis... stop yelling in her face.."

A bit of a concerned smile came upon your face as you glanced towards your father. Who only gave a soft look towards you. Levi may be insensitive at times but when it comes to you being nervous.. he's there.

"Where the hell is the principle..." Levi grumbled under his breath, he was quite late for his class.. but he had to make sure you were going to be fine.. like the worried father he is.

And Like on cue, a fine.. smexy blonde man came from the back door of the front office.. oooh.

His eyebrows were thick and he had this smile on his face. Like he knew who you were, though at the same time he probably already did. This man was in pictures at home, Levi knew him personally.

Apparently this man changed your diaper when you were little too.. so.. low chance of him seeing you any different..

Principal Smith... oohhh

"Levi, I told you yesterday, she'll be fine in my hands.. I can make sure she gets to every class. I'll also make sure nobody messes with her.." Erwin hummed out, knowing these words that came from Levi last week. His voice was deep and sincere, his pretty blue eyes glancing you over.. gawd oh mighty.

"And?" Levi's eyes squinted hard, his face quite serious about the last statement that Erwin seemed to pass by... or forgotten.. Man, someone would think Levi is the principal... and not Erwin.

"I'll make sure Yeager stays away from her.."

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The bell had rung oh so suddenly, the anxiety in you causing you to need to go to the bathroom but... your ancestors had to come down.

They whispered into your ear and explained that you are the baddest bitch in the world. Nobody can take that away from you, nor can the stupid anxiety.

"This is my daughter, (Y/n)... "

The baddest bitch with anxiety...

Every single eye was on you, in front of the class... it was obvious that most were just curious about you, mixed with shocked. When they heard the other day about getting a new student, they figured that it'll be someone... like them. At the same time though.. they could get used to the.. balance of the room.

The window across the room was beaming on your brown skin and it happened to make you look like a goddess. Your lipgloss sparkling as you glanced around, a soft smile on your face. Honestly, that only happened because of the fact that.. your bald friend was waving to you..

Connie...

The other day, a deal was made... Between you and your father. Who is also now your teacher for first period.

The deal was, you clean your room spotless and you get to sit next to Connie in class. Guess who succeeded?...

Your arms wrapped around male as he was blushing a tad. Being almost manhandled by you was everyone's dream at the moment. Especially a male who was behind you and Connie's table. He had this cool haircut, his face was long too but it fit his features.

"Why is she hugging the egg..."

"Jean you're just jealous.." the person who said this happened to be playing with their pencil. She had black hair and.. freckles.. it was cute. She looked mean though.

"Okay and..?"

Connie then began to of course, show off his best friend.. who happened to be you. Apparently what happened was that he told everyone about you one day. Nobody believed him, and Jean being the asshole he is.., he wanted answers so he -reluctantly- asked Levi if he had a daughter...

They weren't expecting someone like you...

Nor was.. this brown haired male who had his eye on you ever since you came in. His intimidating... blue, greenish looking eyes.. it's not something you failed to realize... but at the same time, you could feel your father's eyes as well.

"That's Eren over there, by Armin and Mikasa... he's a little coo-coo... so just talk to Armin and Mikasa.. then that's Bert , Annie, and Reiner, and Ymir, Jean, Sasha is the one eating and Historia.."

Honestly, you were never one to listen to someone when they say don't do something... Connie said don't talk to Eren... but some how... with the fluttering of your eyelashes.. you gave the long haired boy a wink. The wink sending him a burst of confidence that he already had..

it just got worse..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[viemarin]

Oh my god your answers are SO GOOD I'm sitting here little happy stims this is great :D

i’m soo glad to hear that‼️‼️ i got so into answering your questions that i stayed there for hours without realizing ww

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Oh my god the spiders are so cute, the peacock one is so blue and the ogre face looks very pointy I love.

they are!!!!

blue is my favorite color ever xD also, the peacock tarantula is actually one of the only naturally blue animals, and this is because blue in nature is very rare!

for example: do you know blue jays?

this little birdie over here is, in fact, not blue. it only appears this way to us because of a trick of lights! in this case, it’s a phenomenon called “rayleigh scattering” - the same phenomenom that makes the sky look blue (yes!) in fact, there aren’t a lot of blue things in nature, so most of the time, you’re being tricked :0

blue jays produce a pigment called melanin, which is brown / black. they also have keratin (the thing that makes up our hair + fingernails) and air, which are found in tiny pockets on the bird’s wings - when the light hits those pockets, all colors except blue are absorbed. so, since blue is the only color left in the wavelength, it’s refracted, making the blue jay appear… well, blue!

it’s sort of like a prism, in a way! and other birds (such as peacocks) have this, too. ^^

i hope this make peacock tarantulas even cooler for you!! x3

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Also the jewel spider is the one! Very round and pointy.

thought so!

btw, speaking of "christmas spiders" - did you know there was a folktale abt that, mostly prevalent in eastern ukraine?

it's about an old widow living in a hut with her children in poverty; at one point a pine cone fell on the floor and took roots there, so the children started caring for it in hope they could have a christmas tree.

since they were poor, they couldn't decorate it, but on christmas day they found out that spiders had made cobwebs on the tree! those webs turned into gold and silver, and the family lived happily ever after :)

it's meant to be one possible explanation for the existence of tinsels ^^

and since we’re on the topic on jewel spiders‼️‼️

they're unusual from other spiders in that they deliberately make their webs visible to larger animals, likely as a way to make sure they don't accidentally walk through them and damage them!

also, for this particular orb-weaver spider, their webs are more or less permanent! the others in this family regularly destroy and remake theirs every day :D

btw, their spikes have a purpose! they frighten their preys, but also help protect the spider from other predators :3

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In their wars, don't they have some defensive/aggressive worker ants that help fight?

yep, there are “soldier” ants!!

i said that tasks were given to different ants according to a number of aspects, and the same goes for soldiers! generally, they’re larger and stronger! their mandibles are also more powerful than a worker ant’s ^^

in soldier ants, the mandibles work like pincers, which is how they fight off predators threatening the colony! on the other hand, the worker ants are smaller, but their mandibles allow them to carry / move things, so their tasks within the colony are more varied :)

also, fun fact:

while soldier ants are larger than their worker counterparts, their brain is the same size. ^^

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Also I love spiders but I don't think I really wanna go near one big enough to eat a bird (that's like my hand??? My whole hand???).

in fact, i think the goliath birdeater might even be BIGGER than your hands!

and you'd be right not wanting to touch it, because this spider has a particular defense mechanism: urticating hairs. ࣪those hairs happen to be tipped with stinging barbs, so when a predator approaches, the goliath birdeater will rub its legs together and then launch miniature missiles at it!

(i've read people online say that just opening the enclosure is enough to make them feel itchy, since this spider's hairs fall out a lot, so imagine just holding one!)

urticating hairs aren’t exclusive to this species of tarantulas, though! they are few exceptions (like the peacock tarantula!), but generally, tarantulas have them. :D

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The whole mimicry thing is so cool. Moth wants to be a jumping spider, jumping spider wants to be an ant, everyone gets their way. If you know any other mimicry insects they're so interesting!!

someone who shares my enthusiasm for mimicry :DDD

mimicry is very popular among insects, with two instances that i find particularly interesting (you’ll see what i mean very soon!!!) x3

for example, pretty much everyone knows about the stick bug. scientists say they started imitating plants as early as 126 million years ago, which is just awesome!

the second example here is the ladybird mimic beetle - because the ladybug has toxins, it’s unpalatable, so imitating it protects the beetle from being eaten!

the dead leaf mantis! a little bit like leaf animals, as it imitates a dead leaf as protection!

a robber fly, imitating a bumble bee - this one is an aggressive mimicry! by pretending to be a bumble bee, it can trick them into believing they’re safe when they’re just going to end in its belly <3

this one is really cool - meet the giant swallowtail caterpillar! most caterpillars eat on the underside of leaves to hide themselves from predators, but this one does the exact opposite!

the reason it’s able to do that is that it mimics bird droppings! ^^

another moth mimicry i haven’t talked about is the hornet moth! predators usually aren’t willing to try and eat hornets because they sting :D

this baby here is a katydid! it’s unique because it uses two types of mimicry: batesian and aggressive.

batesian, because it’s colored green like plants;

aggressive, because it imitates the response of a female cicada during mating season! thanks to that, it can lure in a male with ease :D

but the most interesting ones for me are…

the monarch butterfly (right), and the viceroy butterfly (left)!!

this type of mimicry is one i haven’t talked about yet, called “müllerian mimicry” - two (or more) very poisonous animals develop similar appearances as a shared protection tactic!

for a very, very long time, people thought viceroy butterflies were using batesian mimicry, until they found out that they were snacking on salicylic acid - something you can find in aspirins! (eating this made them poisonous and thus, unattractive to birds, who were their main predators!)

as for monarch butterflies, they’re poisonous because as caterpillars, they eat milkweed, which contains acid milky juice!

so, those similar appearances protect them :D

of course, this is a non-exhaustive list, because of how many examples there are. in fact, animals as a whole - and not just insects and spiders - use mimicry; anglerfish, snakes, chameleons, frogs... even some turtles!

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And yes ants are SO SMART I love them they’re so fun to watch go about their little business.

i support ants 4ever <333

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I know one interesting thing about ants is that they release a certain chemical when they die so that other ants know to remove them from the nest, so scientists sprayed live ants with the chemical and the ant thought itself to be dead, and let the other ants carry it away, until the chemical wore off and it was like “oh wait I’m fine” and went back to the colony. It’s my fav fact about ants <3.

communication between ants is just so interesting, you're so real for this!!

ants' pheromones helps them show the others the path to food, and they can also recognize each other based on smell, so it’s thought to be their primary means of communication, but did you know that some genus use sounds to communicate as well?? those ants have a spike along their abdomen, and they use their hind legs to stroke it to make sounds :00

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I love moths too! (Oh my god you’re totally reawakening my insect obsession). I don’t know much about them except the little brown ones everywhere.

GOOD!! LET THE OBSESSION REAWAKEN!!!!!

discerning one species from another is really complex, but what you usually look at the most is their habitat + their wings!

for example, look at those ones:

this one is the hickory tussock moth, found in the eastern half of north america...

and this is the canadian melanolophia moth, found from florida to the south of texas!

as you can see, both are brown, but their wings are colored much more differently. not only that, but their wingspan (ie, the distance between each extremity of the wings) is different: 37-55 mm vs 30-36 mm respectively! there's a couple more differences, of course, but these are the most easily noticeable! :)

all that to say that there are a lot of species of moths (160,000 approx, and many haven't been described yet!!), and a lot of common brown ones, so it's hard to tell without a reference ^^

fun fact:

there are between 20,000 and 30,000 species of moths in australia as a whole :0 and only 400 species of butterflies!

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That man is like- too many legs. To wide. He turns from a freaky rug to an antique artwork (how dare he).

i think the funniest thing about this dude is that... no one else in his family is as weird as him?? the hag moth comes from the limacodidae genus, which are also known as "slug caterpillars" because of their appearances, but as you can see...

(in order: the yellow-shouldered slug, the spiny oak slug, and the saddleback caterpillar!)

like??? they’re not like Him??? what happened here

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Also who did Zeus not sleep with. Feel like no one deserves to be turned into a cow for that.

alas, hera is not a reasonable goddess!

who knows, maybe io liked being a cow. they have similar behaviors to dogs’ (they even have the zoomies) so maybe she enjoyed it xD

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The leave bugs are so cool. Do they actually flex and wriggle to move like a leaf or do they let themselves be pushed by the breeze?

you have good tastes :D

and it’s the first one - they do those movements themselves!

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l'm struggling for questions because your answers are so awesome that you've explained anything I could ever ask! But I hope this is enough for now :)

hehe that’s ok :DD

just getting to involve into my interests makes me happy!! btw. i’ve started writing some fun facts on insects so!!! you’ll probably have them either by tonight or tomorrow!!!!! there’s sooo much to say there too :D

(if your obsession for insects wasn’t already awoken it definitely will be when i’m finished xD)

Sometimes I feel sad that my special interest is learning as a broad because I used love school so much but obviously the school system and being autistic and shit kinda ruined my experience and now I really struggle to engage in my own special interest.

But then I remember I’m the perfect friend to other autistics. Like please. Tell me everything about your niche interest. I will ask questions. Lots. I will get as obsessed with you. I will remember for next time.