#On top of being poisoned by his essence

[kazunarei]

Where are they . . .

I need voices

I need to hear them

I need to hear

Angry Rin

Need to hear

Rin in pain

Need to hear

Smug Kuya

How long until then . . .

[deqdwinter]

✩⠀˚ ‘like a tattoo’⠀˚⠀ ˛ ♡ ୨୧

pairing: toji fushiguro x chubby!afab reader

summary: toji just loves your spine tattoo...

authors note: i really just threw this shit tg so sorry if this isn't my best work erm tehe :3

Toji Fushiguro had poisoned your mind. 

Since the day you met, the thought of him had intoxicated your blood, running through your veins like venom. He spread through your body like an incurable disease and it sickened you to the bone. 

Which was why your boyfriend chuckled at the whines that were leaving your lips as he pounded you from behind. Skin slapping skin had echoed in your ears, your body felt like it was on fire, but in a… good.. way? You couldn’t exactly think straight with the large man behind you who was fucking you like a fleshlight. 

“fffuhh-CK! T-Toji!” You whined into the pillow as you gripped onto the bed sheets as if your life depended on it. In which you’re being completely honest, it felt like you were being split in two.

“mhmm–Fuuuckk! This pussy s’all mine, huh baby?” He smirked down at your trembling body, his hands gripping the plush of your waist as he pulled you against him as your ass clapped against his pelvis. 

His cock dragged against your walls deliciously, the feeling of his veins rubbing against your insides had you seeing white as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You could feel his tip hitting the entrance of your womb with every thrust, the squelch of your cunt only egging him closer to his climax.

“T-Tuh--Jiii!” You mewled into the sheets as you grabbed one of the pillows that was splayed on the bed, holding it close to your face as you moaned sweetly into it. 

“Such a fuckin’ minx…” He purred as his eyes, along with his hand, trailed down your back, your spine tattoo melting down your back into a beautiful piece. 

Your back arched against his fingers that trickled down your spine, fucking back against him as his pace had slowed down from the animalistic one he had set prior. 

“M’gunna–cum-” Your words slur as you tighten your grip around the pillow in your arms, missing the sly grin that painted your boyfriend's face as he pulled his ghosting hand away from your back and placed it back on your other hip. 

“Ya’ gonna’ cum mama?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice ran shivers down your inked spine as he pulled away to rest his forehead in between your lats. “Cum f’me baby, wanna see this pretty pussy make a mess.” He kissed the top of your spine and pulled away to stand upright, his eyes trailing to his cock pistoning in and out of your folds. “She’s a pretty one ain’t she?” He groaned as he pulled his cock out to see it glistening with your essence and your walls tightening around him. “Fuck I’m gonna cum..” He threw his head back with his eyes shut tight, pulling your plush body back into his as your ass clapped against his pelvis. 

“M’cumming!” You squeal as the knot in your lower stomach snapped as you came, your climax rippling through your body as you released on Toji’s cock, your juices dripping down his length as he continued his brutal pace. 

“F-Fuck- s’so pretty–ugh– aren’t ya’ b-baby?” he stuttered with his words with his jaw clenched, tightening his hold on your hips as your chubby legs began to shake from overstimulation. 

“C-Cum inside me, Ji’. Please–” You whined as he pulled the lower half of your body impossibly closer, your back arching even more as loud squeals began to leave your plush lips at the feeling of his tip poking the entrance of your womb with every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck–!” He cut himself off as he released his seed into your cunt, pulling you flush against him as his cum painted your insides white. “Fuckin’ hell…” He moaned lowly, his cock softening  in your cunt as heavy pants left both of your lips. 

You flopped onto the bed as Toji pulled out of you. You felt his cum drip out of you as a chuckle left his scarred lips, “That was only our 4th round, drama queen.”

“Felt like the 45th.” You groaned into the sheets as your muscles ached with every move you made. “N’my back hurts…”

“I jus’ like your tattoo I guess.” Toji snickered as you slapped his chest lightly. 

“Fuck you. Asshole..” You mumbled lowly before you felt his arms on either side of you, his large body hovering over yours as you felt him lean down and whisper…

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, mama.”

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[eunseoksimp]

Poison ; Jung Sungchan

Pairings: Lovesick!Sungchan x Toxic!Reader

Genre: angst, toxic relationship

Description: the pain and heartache that can come from being involved with someone who is emotionally manipulative, deceitful, and simply not right for you. capturing the essence of the rollercoaster of emotions that one experiences when caught in the grips of a toxic love affair.

Warnings: manipulation, toxic situation, swear words, suggestive content, brief mention of breeding kink, alcohol use, sex, obsession.

‘girl you do damage to me, yeah i love it.’

sungchan knew he shouldn’t be with you anymore.

not that there was even anything official between you two.

you made it adamantly clear that relationships ‘were just not your thing,’ that monogamy was a thing of the past.

he would think that it would be enough to get it into his mind that you two just weren’t meant to be.

he was something of a hopeless romantic, dreaming of a love that was pure, filled with chaste kisses and sunset nights.

but you were nothing like that. you were cynical of all things to do with feelings, and had rejected his proclamations of love one too many times.

nevertheless, when you send that text, telling him you’re lonely, he’s already sliding on his shoes, searching for his keys as he wastes no time on deciding whether he should come over or not.

it was starting to become a routine now.

he would go to see you “for the last time,” swearing up and down that he would rid himself of you.

and then you would look up at him through eyes clouded with desire, playing with the chain on his neck as you asked him to fuck you.

he would oblige, quick to lay you on your back as he had his way with you, the feeling so addictive that he would come back again for more.

tonight was no different.

‘hey,’ sungchan tried to start a conversation when you opened the door, but you were quickly pulling him inside, tugging at his jacket.

‘wait a second,’ he would hold your hand in his, but you were not even listening.

your eyes were glued on his arms, licking your lips.

‘can’t we at least have a conversation first? pretend to care about me at least,’ he joked, noting how frustrated you became.

‘why would i do all of that for? are you going to fuck me or not?’

sungchan paused for a second.

all you did was make him feel like a toy, there only to satisfy yourself with and discard when you didn’t want to play with him.

he hated that feeling, craving something more intimate with you.

he didn’t want to only be with you for the sex.

‘if you’re not going to make yourself useful i’ll call someone else,’ she stalked off, already grabbing her phone.

‘no. don’t. let me make love to you, not anyone else,’ sungchan was desperate for your touch, and if it only meant he could get that from sleeping with you, then so be it.

‘we don’t make love baby boy, that’s only for people with feelings for each other,’ you corrected him, shimmying out of your top.

‘i do have feelings for you, i just wish you would feel the same,’ he let you grab the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

‘too much talking not enough action. prove to me that you love me.’

so he lifted you up, his hands cupping your ass as he expertly manoeuvred his way around your apartment and straight to your bedroom.

as soon as he lay you down he got to work.

his lips found your neck, loving the hickeys he could give you, serving as a reminder that he had taken you for the night.

he loved hearing your sounds, squirming underneath him.

‘stop teasing me,’ you pulled him up by his hair, your eyes glazed and your thighs rubbing together.

‘be patient baby,’ he planted a kiss on your lips.

tonight you seemed extra needy, your first orgasm reaching you faster than he thought it would.

sungchan wanted to be slow, passionate and sensual, but your impatience didn’t allow for this.

he frowned when you moved your head away just as he was about to kiss you.

‘i told you to stop kissing me on the lips,’ you were panting, words drawn out but your point still stood.

he remembered the first time you got together, and the shock he felt when you told him you would not kiss him.

that it was reserved for a true lover, that someone like him who she would merely spend a couple hours with was not worth it.

but sometimes he would get so lost in the feeling that he can’t help but lean down, desperate to feel your lips on his.

and sometimes in the heat of the moment you would let him.

that didn’t mean you wouldn’t scold him about it afterwards, repeating your words.

secretly he loved when you told him off anyway.

‘what’s got you all worked up today?’ sungchan asked when you guys were done, emerging from the bathroom with a towel.

‘these stupid exams have been stressing me out. i needed a break,’ you lay there as he took care of you, wiping you down gently without even telling him to.

‘don’t forget to close the door properly on your way out ,’ you yawned, rolling on to your side as you pulled the cover over your now clothed body.

sungchan frowned. he wasn’t ready to leave your presence just yet.

‘kicking me out already? you’re so cruel,’ he pouted, but you didn’t even move a muscle.

‘why else would you stick around? you’ve done your job,’ your eyes were still closed and you shifted a little till you were facing away from him.

it stung, how little you seemed to care about him outside of the bedroom.

you were always so cold, not hiding the fact that you only wanted him for one thing.

but he was the one that chose to stick around despite all of this, so there was no use in complaining now.

‘sleep well pretty, i’ll see you around,’ his voice was soft, pressing a kiss on your forehead before slowly preparing himself to leave.

this was always the worst part. taking his time just in case you would stir and tell him that you changed your mind, that you wanted him to stay over, to wrap you in his embrace.

but you never did.

so he would sulk as he walked through your dimly lit apartment, still making sure to lock the door after so that you were safe.

he would spend the whole night unable to sleep, because all he could do was think about you.

any sane person would have walked away a long time ago.

his friends were constantly in his ear, begging him to see the light, to see that you just weren’t good for him.

but try as they might, once your name flashed across his screen, that one text had enough power to get him bolting over to your place, waiting on your commands.

it wasn’t like he was stupid.

he knew that your presence was like poison, dangerous, fatal, but he just couldn’t resist your dangerous allure.

he was aware of the harm that this relationship was causing him, or albeit the lack of one, yet he struggles to break free.

you were bad for him, but that only made him want you more.

it exposed a tantalising paradox- a love for someone that was so toxic, yet so intoxicating.

it was a nuanced emotional battlefield, where the very thing that harms sungchan, also provided such addictive pleasure.

there was a certain level of romantic masochism on his part, threading the fine line between pain and pleasure.

knowing that it affected him greatly, his days spent yearning for you, your being occupying every crevice of his brain.

yet he showed unwavering commitment to pursuing more from you.

that was why it was so easy for him to head straight over to yours, leaving practice early, just to spend time with you.

you looked a lot more tired today, flopping onto the bed but not really saying anything.

‘rough day?’ he asked you and you nodded, massaging your temples.

‘don’t worry, i’ll make you feel better,’ he promised you, and within seconds he dropped to his knees, pulling you toward the edge of your bed.

he would never admit it, but sometimes you rendering him in this position, him beneath you as he lapped at you like you contained the elixir of life, it was enough to make him rock hard.

he rubbed small circles on your thighs, discarding your shorts and pushing your panties to the side, too eager to take them off properly.

he adored hearing you sigh, moving closer to his face and you felt him smile against you.

yet you needed more.

sungchan was tender, slow kisses, delicate licks, but it did nothing to satiate the pit burning in your stomach.

so you did what you knew best to get the desired outcome.

manipulation.

reaching for your phone, you decided now was the best time to respond back to eunseok’s flirty message, even giggling just to catch sungchan’s attention.

at first he was too focused on your pussy, but when he heard that laugh he peered up from where he was kneeling, brows furrowing.

‘who told you to stop,’ you grab his chin, enjoying the way his jaw ticks.

‘who are you texting?’ he asked.

‘eunseok. he wants to come see me tonight.’

‘why would you text another guy when i’m on my knees for you,’ he pouts, now gripping your legs with a bit more aggression.

‘you’re not doing your job babe, that’s why. eunseok’s much better at eating me out than you are anyways,’ you taunted, watching on to see if he would take the bait.

you reach for your shorts, about to pull them on.

‘don’t you dare. i’ll show you how much better i am than that eunseok guy,’ determination shone in his eyes as he resumed back to his previous position, missing the wicked smile on your lips.

he drew orgasm after orgasm out of you, the bottom half of his face practically soaked but it didn’t stop him.

‘sungchan, no more please,’ you whined, pulling him by his hair, trying to angle your hips away from him.

‘i’m not done,’ his words were muffled but you could make out what he was saying, the low vibration of his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

‘i-can’t. can’t take anymore,’ your breathing was laboured, legs closing around his head as your body practically lifted off the mattress.

‘yes you can. one more for me pretty, you know you can do it,’ he reached out for your hand, smiling as you weakly nod, head falling back onto your pillow.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap, practically shaking as you came down from your climax.

‘that was amazing,’ you compliment him, fingers still intertwined as he gets up.

‘better than eunseok?’

‘yes sungchan, even better than him,’ you rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the flannel conveniently placed on your bedside table.

It wasn’t much, but he felt like he accomplished something that night.

Nothing could wipe the smile off of his face, not even when you tried to usher him out of your room again.

‘Let me make us some food, i know you’re hungry,’ and normally you would have declined, but to reward him you caved in.

‘You know where everything is,’ you let him get to it whilst you sat up with your phone in bed.

the occasional sounds of pots and pans, the whistle of the kettle, utensils being clanged against each other, offered an odd sense of comfort to you.

it wasn’t often that you let sungchan stay long after your hookups, after all if you gave him an inch he would take the whole mile.

but today you let him do whatever he wanted.

‘i’m good at it, aren’t i?’ sungchan was smug, gesturing towards the bowl of ramen, decorated with egg, vegetables and some chicken.

‘it’s decent,’ you shrugged, refusing to feed his ego and you saw that stupid pout form on his face.

he held your words with such high regard, hanging on to them like they were sacred and was constantly seeking your approval.

all this would do is make you feel even more arrogant, his mood dependent on whether you said pretty words to him or not.

‘i’ve had better that’s all.’

‘give it back then, since you won’t appreciate it,’ he reached forward for your food but you were too quick, raising the bowl closer to your lips to slurp the broth.

‘calm down baby boy, i never said it was inedible.’

he grinned, knowing it was the closest thing to a compliment, so he sat with his head in his hands and stars in his eyes as you finished the food he made you, his heart warming.

moments like these, where in your own special way you felt domestic, were sungchan’s ray of hope.

maybe one day you would wake up and realise that you liked it just as much as he did.

this sliver of optimism is what kept him clinging on to you.

a repeated confession of love in the face of harm- giving weight to the idea that love, at its most potent, can be lethal.

tet, the seduction of that very lethality is what keeps him ensnared.

sungchan conjures up a love so necessary, it rivals sustenance, providing a satisfaction that can’t be garnered from healthier sources.

your meetings, as much as a balm as it is a blade, continued to beg the question of why he gravitated towards something that hurt him.

‘she’s just playing around with you, someone like that would never be in a relationship,’ his best friend shotaro told him but he just wouldn’t listen.

‘don’t you want better for yourself?’ is the question that wonbin would propose to him.

but what could possibly be better than drowning between your thighs. or getting lost in the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him.

the entanglement of hurt and pleasure, it fueled the drive to feel something, even when that feeling was suffering.

of course there were times where he would lay awake at night wishing he could hold you.

he would feel his self confidence drop anytime he spotted you with another guy, drowning his sorrows as he drank until he became accustomed to the pain in his throat.

the image of you remained permanently ingrained in his mind, unable to move on or give anyone else a chance.

It had to be you.

he just needed you to come to the same realisation; that the both of you were meant to be together forever.

‘sungchan, stop teasing,’ you were laid out under him, arm tugging on his biceps as he rolled his hips agonisingly slow into you, hands coming around your throat.

‘say it,’

‘stop. fucking. playing,’ you were barely able to speak, the pressure around your neck making you lightheaded. But you loved it.

‘say it. tell me that you love me,’ the look in his eye was unexplainable, a mixture of devotion and wickedness.

he loved the feeling of having you at his mercy, squirming underneath him as he changed the dynamic between you both.

you violently shook your head, desperately bucking your hips up to try and meet his, needing to bring back the feeling that had been building up in your lower stomach.

‘i can do this all night my love. you know i would love to stay buried in your sweet pussy forever,’ his filthy words made your walls clench around him and he let out a soft moan.

‘be a good girl and listen to me. that is if you want to cum tonight.’

you were extremely stubborn usually, but somehow sungchan was always able to reduce you down to a whining mess, all coherent thoughts flying out of your head.

you would never in a million years utter those words willingly, but the feeling of his grip tightening on you, the sadistic smile he had on his face as he looked down at you, the way his chain was swinging like a pendulum just above your eyes was causing you to short circuit.

‘fuck. i- i love you,’ you choked out, just wanting him to resume fucking you and release all of your pent up frustration.

‘say it again for me baby,’ he picked up his pace a little, his hands giving your throat another squeeze and you couldn’t contain the moan that left your lips.

‘i- i-fuck- i fucking love you sungchan,’ your back arched, orgasm building up as your nails began to dig into his back, the pleasure becoming too much.

‘good girl. i knew you loved me too,’ he lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, hitting even deeper than he was before and your eyes rolled.

‘fuck i’m so close,’ you whined, scratching at his shoulder blade, leg coming around his waist to pull him in even closer.

‘feels so good.’

‘i know angel, i know. let it all out,’ he coaxed you through your first orgasm of the night, your body violently shaking, juices spraying him as your mouth hung open.

‘good girl. do you think you can do that for me a couple more times,’ he gave you no chance to gather yourself, setting such a brutal pace that tears welled in your eyes.

‘don’t cry pretty, just take it,’ he cooed, kissing your salty tears, his lips by your ear as he lifted your leg just a bit higher.

‘you like it, don’t you baby. Look at how fucking deep i am.’

‘nobody can fuck you like i do. nobody knows how to make you cry out like i can.’ his palm pressed down on your lower stomach and you were sure that the world around you was starting to fade in and out.

‘i bet you want to feel like this forever. you want me too don’t you, i know you’re lying when you say you don’t do relationships.’

his words were falling onto deaf ears, your mind so far gone that it was like you were hearing static, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out incoherent noises every once in a while.

‘might have to put a baby in you, maybe then you’ll stop being stubborn and stay with me,’ he chuckled when he felt your walls flutter around him.

sungchan knew that as soon as this was over you would go back to your usual cold demeanour, but for now he revelled in the way you so easily submitted to him, nodding along to what he was saying, clawing at his bicep to bring him closer to you.

it wasn’t the brightest idea, but he reckoned if he fucked you well enough, it would convince you to rethink your reservations about being in a committed relationship.

anything to keep you around.

like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to you.

so he allowed himself to be delusional, whispering dirty thoughts in your ear all night, fucking you harder and harder till you were reduced to a whining mess, shaking as you tried with the little strength you had to push him away, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

his heart tangled in a web of longing and despair.

you could break his heart into tiny little pieces and he would still pick them up and put them back in your hands.

his very own poison and antidote, all in one.

[gracemain919]

Poison oc Introduction:

(the Fungus universe)

Tw: Yandere, Burns

Who was and is she?

- Crystal was a chemist nothing more.

- Worked on making poisons, gases, etc.

- She wasn't anything special in her field or so she was told. In truth being a woman in such domain made it hard to succeed. Hard to be respected. Hard to be obeyed…

- She was on the Liar’s side ever since the start of this ‘disease’. She saw him at his worst and saw every stepping stone he took to get to who he became.

- She was the first to see the mold along side him. To feel her sanity slip as the Liar gave her a drink. She saw him change from a man to something she sometimes still doesn’t understand.

- Now she is the the second leader.

- and she has come to realize that being a leader and taking the Liar’s ‘essence’ comes at a cost.

- Some costs are harder to see, some are in plain sight.

- Using her as an example, she can produce any liquid she has consumed in her lifetime through her mouth and eyes, but… since the first few times she used it, she tried to replicate acid.

- You all can imagine what happened next. Losing the ability to speak and parts of her eyesight really took a toll on her.

- She did it in a fit of blind rage. It wasn't her intention.

- But she’s still grateful. Her future was already set to be a failure and the Liar gave her all the tools to finally be on top.

- She controls a whole department and the people who work for her can never refuse her orders. If they do then she will simply ‘urge’ them to change their minds and they are just as corrupted as her so morals don't really matter.

- God when did obedience feel so good?

[sadnymi]

"My Dreams Are Just Dreams... Untit They're Not" modern Mattheo riddle × reader [ chapter two ]

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Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language,childhood trauma ,abusing, cheating ( not the main characters)

words: 2,350

Reading Time : 9mins 20sec

Summery: A week at my best friend's beach house, surrounded by our friends as we meet her soon-to-be fiancé's companions, marks a turning point where the very fabric of my beliefs begins to unravel. It's during this week that I encounter the boy who incessantly appears in my dreams, blurring the distinction between the world of my subconscious and the tangible reality before me. Matthe Riddle emerges as the poison I willingly imbibe, a curse that feels akin to a dream, weaving its tendrils into the very essence of my being.

[Gif is not mine]

His fingers seize the waistband of my panties, tearing the fabric like paper as he pulls it away from my body with a smirk. Anticipation grips my senses as I feel my core tighten. With one hand, he trails towards my center, while the other ascends to my neck, encircling it with just enough pressure for me to sense it.

Landing down to kiss my collarbone softly, I moaned having my hands on his hair , staring to suck and leave heavy marks on me i can’t stop but letting a cry out of my mouth kissing his way to my neck my jaw not leaving any insh while his hand circling my clit

He looked me in the eyes still having his other hand on my neck,

“ you need to wake up love “ he gently said , prompting me to jolt awake, my body drenched in sweat as I struggled to catch my breath.

That’s the thing about wet dreams, they kept me hostage for a lingering sensations that held me captive for days. Placing my hands over my racing heart, I couldn't shake the memory of his face. For the first time in my life, I uttered his name—Well —I moaned it

Pushing aside the tangled sheets, I rose from the bed and made my way to the window, the cool ocean breeze tousling my hair as I gazed out at the expansive shoreline stretching before me. The rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves seemed to echo the tumultuous thoughts swirling within me, each crest and trough a reflection of the uncertainty that plagued my mind.

Mattheo Riddle—his name echoed in my thoughts like a haunting refrain, stirring feelings of both fascination and trepidation within me.

Closing my eyes, I focused on the steady rise and fall of my chest, willing myself to remain calm despite the storm raging inside my mind.

"I must not fear," I repeated softly,

the words feeling foreign yet strangely comforting on my tongue.

"I must not let it consume me , fear has no power if he did not find a body to take "

With each repetition, a sense of calm washed over me, as if the words were weaving a protective barrier around me, shielding me from the darkness threatening to engulf me. I focused on the rhythm of my breathing, willing myself to remain anchored in the present moment.

The morning sun bathed the beach house in a golden glow, but inside, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension. I blinked away the remnants of sleep, my mind already heavy with the weight of the previous night's events , with the dream I need a very cold shower to forget . With a sigh, I pushed myself up from the bed went straight to the bathroom taking my time under the water trying to forget the touch and the whisper of a not strange anymore someone on my dreams

slipped into a red top and short black skirt enough to hide what I don't want anyone but me to see - the secret I'm still not ready to share a battle I didn't want to celebrate its win yet

With each step down the stairs, my heart beat faster, anticipation mingling with apprehension.

As I stepped into the kitchen, a gasp escaped my lips at the sight before me. There, hunched over the counter, was Mattheo, his dark hair falling in disarray around his face. My heart skipped a beat as a wave of shock washed over me, rendering me speechless.

I stood frozen in place, my mind reeling with disbelief. I hadn't expected to find him here, of all places, and the realization left me feeling as though I couldn't breathe. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I struggled to process the sight before me.

Without a word, I slowly made my way towards him, my footsteps echoing loudly in the silence of the room. Every nerve in my body was on edge, and I couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that coursed through me.

As I reached his side, I hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. The air between us crackled with tension, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if he could sense the turmoil raging inside me.

As Mattheo rummaged through the cupboards in search of what I assume was the coffee I couldn't suppress the urge to break the silence. "It's in the blue canister on the top shelf," I offered quietly, my voice barely above a whisper, gesturing towards where I had seen Sarah stash it the day before.

Mattheo's eyes met mine, and for a moment, the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. Gratitude shone in their depths, but beneath the surface, there was something else, something elusive and mysterious. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice soft with appreciation, yet tinged with an enigmatic edge.

I nodded in response, the nervous fluttering in my chest growing stronger with each passing moment. And then, without warning, the words slipped out, fueled by a sudden surge of curiosity. "Have we met?"

He paused, his gaze lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and for a brief moment, I regretted breaking the silence. But then, with a smirk , he replied, "I don't believe we have. Did we?"

I remained silent, the weight of his gaze heavy upon me, my mind racing as I struggled to find the right words. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound emerged, the words caught in the tangled web of my thoughts.

Just as I was about to give voice to the jumble of emotions swirling inside me, Mattheo spoke, his voice breaking through the tense silence. "You always seem to be wearing red," he remarked, his tone casual

I blinked in surprise, taken aback by his observation. Memories of yesterday flooded back to me, the vivid image of myself in a red hoodie etched into my mind. And now, here I was, once again clad in the same color.

Before I could formulate a response, Mattheo continued, his words laced with intrigue. "Yesterday, and now i mean ," he added, his gaze lingering on me

I cleared my throat, feeling a flush creeping up my cheeks as I tried to gather my thoughts. "I...uh, I guess I have a thing for red," I replied, trying to smile and hide how nervous I was my voice coming out in a nervous murmur.

"It's just a coincidence, really," I replied, my voice betraying none of the turmoil churning within me. But inside, I knew the truth—I couldn't deny it. Red wasn't just a coincidence; it was my armor, my shield against the uncertainties of the world.

I longed to tell him the real reason, to confess that red was the only color you would ever find me wearing, the only color I felt safe enough wearing. But the words remained lodged in my throat, trapped by the weight of my insecurities and fears. So instead, I forced a small smile and turned away, hoping he wouldn't see through the facade I had constructed around myself.

I summoned every ounce of courage to broach the subject of Mattheo's tattoo, my heart pounding with anticipation. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, his phone pierced the air with an insistent ringtone, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Mattheo's expression shifted, with fleeting glance in my direction, he went outside to answer the call leaving me standing there, my heart sinking with disappointment. With a heavy sigh, I watched him disappear through the door, a knot of frustration tightening in my chest.

As the door closed behind him, a heavy silence settled over the kitchen , broken only by the muffled sound of his voice drifting in from the other side. I stood there, clutching my bag tightly against my chest, feeling the weight of disappointment pressing down on me.

Minutes later and a sound of laughter and chatter behind me went unnoticed, until a familiar voice broke through my reverie. Turning around, I was met with the sight of Julie and Penny standing a few feet away

"Oh the princess herself “ ulie remarked with a smirk, i hate that nickname name , I hate it more than i hate the one he used to call me with

But I forced a strained smile, masking my humiliation behind a facade “ hello Julie I’m glad you’re finally here “

"Y/n, look what penny get us " Sarah exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth.she showed me her favorite candy that penny just bought

Getting the girls bags to their room and chatting with Sarah on the kitchen while making breakfast didn’t manage to get my mind of mattheo or a dream I’m trying to forget — even when the boys are finally awake I still find my myself looking at the door wondering where did he go

“ hiii from earth to y/n “ Sarah says weaving her hand in front of my face

"My apologies, I lost focus for a moment what did you say”

“ I was asking you to get the orange juice from the fridge“

I made an effort to maintain composure,even suggesting we wait for "your other friend" while feigning forgetfulness of his name. Nodding in agreement as Lorenzo identified him as Matteo,, even though I harbored a hidden disappointment. Struggling to conceal my emotions, I found it unexpectedly challenging to acknowledge my own sense of letdown.

As Penny and I made our way into the living room , she wrapped me in a tight hug, "I've missed you," she murmured softly, her words filled with genuine longing.

Returning the hug with equal fervor, I couldn't help but smile at her. "I've missed you too," I replied, feeling grateful for her presence.

My gaze landed on the group of boys gathered around the couch, their voices blending into a lively chatter.

Among them, Lorenzo rose from his seat, a soft smile playing on his lips as he approached Sarah. With a tender kiss , he led her to seat on his lap

"Boys, what do you think of our mysterious beach house?" Julie inquired with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Julie, hush," Sarah interjected, laughter lacing her words.

"Come on, darling, enlighten our guests about the supposed ghosts."said Lorenzo

"Ghosts? Oh, this just keeps getting more intriguing," Blaise chimed in eagerly.

Sarah shook her head, a skeptical expression on his face. "I highly doubt there's any truth to those tales. It's likely just a story concocted by my grandparents to dissuade nighttime adventures and ensure a peaceful night's sleep for the adults."

“ you’re no fun “ Blaise said pretending to be hurt

"What do you think, Y/N?"" you have been there almost every summer with Sarah, since you were kids ". Lorenzo inquired, and I hesitated before responding.

"I haven't actually stayed here much; my stepfather's house is just five minutes away. As far as I know, there aren't any ghosts, at least not while the sun is still up."

“ oh hold on, your stepfather’s house? Is it a haunted house now ? “ Blaise inquired

I wanted to tell him that it has already been a haunted house perhaps without ghosts, but harboring a different kind of menace—a monster that haunts one's existence indefinitely, a specter that one endeavors tirelessly to expunge from memory.

"Enough about ghosts, are we in middle school?" Penny quipped, her words drawing a smile from me. I understood her intent—to shift the conversation—and felt a surge of gratitude towards her.

"Trust me, ghosts were the last thing on my mind in middle school," Blaise asserted

"He was too busy crushing on our 50-year-old professor," a voice chimed in from behind. I made an effort to maintain composure, concealing the emotions stirred within me upon hearing his voice.“ he was busy crushing over our 50 years old professor “ a voice from behind said, I tried to stay calm and hide the feeling I got inside my by just hearing his voice

"Shut up, mate. You didn't have to say that. In my defense, ladies, she was hot ."

“ stop. It “ “ gross “ come from Theodore and Lorenzo

He moved to the head of the couch, whispering something to Theodore. I hadn't even realized I was staring until I caught Julian's gaze fixed on him too. Frustration bubbled within me, but I tried to divert my attention elsewhere, reminding myself that he was just someone I barely knew. He couldn't possibly be the boy from my dreams, my comfort zone—the one I always sought solace with. I needed to stop before I completely lose my mind

"you guys are coming with us to the beach party at the fair tomorrow right ?" Julian inquired, but her eyes were fixed solely on Mattheo as she posed the question for all of them.

“ I didn’t know we were going “ I said casting a perplexed glance in her direction, a strange sensation swirling within me.

"We do go every year," I wanted to retort, but I bit my tongue instead, refraining from pointing out that it was only her second visit to the place.

"Sure," Theodore replied, and I tried to push aside the internal conflict brewing within me.

"I think we should have a movie night instead," Sarah suggested. I sensed her intention behind the suggestion—to give me an out—and I felt safe to have her by my side I loathed the feeling it invoked. My frustration mounted, directed both at the situation and at Julian for orchestrating it. Despite my inner turmoil, I couldn't resist speaking up.

With a forced smile, I replied, "I actually think going to the fair party sounds like fun, Sarah."

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@hereticdance

[jedineedlove]

LMK VS Legend

Peng:

The Golden Winged Peng

Korean- King of Bungma (Bungma= Dapeng)

LMK:

Powerful but a coward, we all know their story along with Azure and Tusk. All of them were former Celestials. The three ruled over Camel Ridge and became sworn brothers to Monkey King, Macaque, and Demon Bull King forming the brotherhood. After the "betrayal" of Monkey King they separated the brotherhood the trio stayed together and reunited with Wukong but only to battle and lose. Trapped in the scroll for hundreds of years. Were realized causing havoc to the cosmos. The rest is history For Now.

JTTW:

A demon born from the Primordial Phoenix, Given a high position in heaven which gave him his ego. He gave himself a humanoid form ate all the residence of the Lion Camel Kingdom ruled it for 500 years and then befriended the Azure Lion and Yellow-Toothed Elephant Demons.

Note: LMK and JTTW had Peng and Azure Switched In JTTW Peng was the leader and Azure the follower. Which of course is switched in the show.

His weapons are a ji and a Flask of Yin and Yang Essence which can suck in unsuspecting victims.

Flask of Yin and Yang Essence: After a while, the victim trapped inside the flask will be reduced to a bloody mash. (The flask was broken during the fight between him and Wukong)

In the book, it was the Buddha who subdued the Peng and returned him to Vulture Peak. He confessed to enjoying his demonic life and eating humans., but was left no choice but to abandon his evil ways and he was redeemed. He then became a protector of Buddhist law. He was later sent to destroy fake scripture without text by the Buddha. He is depicted perched above the Buddha's thrown as a guardian deity.

The Ming dynasty suggests Peng was a guardian of faith who watched over the world from an exalted position at the top of the Buddhas' throne.

Legend:

Dapeng Jinchi Mingwang/ Golden-Winged Great Peng His origins are derived from the Indian bird god Garuda.

Penig is one of the eight demi gods of Buddhism, he guards Mount Sumeru and Trāyastriṃśa. Pengi is depicted in the JTTW and General Yue Fei, mentioned in Chinese Buddhist literature.

The famous patriot General Yue Fei was believed to be the incarnation of Dapeng Jinchi Mingwang.

A demonic Peng born from The Primordial Phoenix the leader of flying beings. He also has a sister The Peacock Mahamayuri who once tried and failed to consume the Buddha. When he tried to kill her he was stopped and convinced to promote her to his godmother. Which makes the Golden Winged Peng the spiritual uncle of the Buddha. There is a tale of when Nü Tofu the bat spirit listened to the Buddha sermon on the Lotus Sutra at Leiyin temple. The bat spirit accidentally "broke wind" which stained the pure land. Peng snatched the spirit and killed her. For this Buddha exiled Peng to earth. He reincarnated as Yue Fei and the bat spirit reincarnated as Lady Wang. She married Qin Hui and Lady Wang killed Yue Fei in revenge.

For Backstory On These Two: Qui Hui and Lady Wang were the most hated couple in China for a thousand years. Qui Hui was a politician who gained his status by getting rid of political opponents, framing war heroes and was a sycophant to a foreign emperor. He and his wife both conspired to kill the Great War Hero of the Dynasty Yue Fei. He even becomes a puppet ruler. Qui Hui did not like Yue Fei because he was a great guy loved by all and became very popular even being more popular than the emperor. So Qui Hui had him returned and imprisoned. They torture Yue, but Yue Fei refuses to confess to something he did not do. They had him sentenced to death but in another story, Qui Hui's Wife Lady Wang poisoned Yue Fei. However, Yue Feis' story does not end at his death after a few decades Emperor Zhao Chen absolved Yue Fei and dedicated temples to him. Qui Hui and Lady Wang's betrayal and part in the war heroes' death were made public. In front of Yue Fei's temple, two iron statues of the couple were built for public shaming. People spit, abuse, and flop the statues and they get replaced when damaged they have been replaced 11 times since 1475.

Other Ledgends:

According to the martial arts master Laing Shouyu's book he was a great bird that was the guardian that could get rid of all evil in any area. Not even the MONKEY KING was a match. He was sent to China to defend China from invaders and was reborn as Yue Fei.

Yue Fei

The Shurangama Mantra: A mantra of Buddhist practice in China, Japan, and Korea, pertains to the Great golden-winged Peng bird, the Garuda it includes all species of birds. The Peng is the king among birds. He feasts on dragons, his being span measures an astounding 4,950 km, and when he flaps his wings the sea waters part to the deepest seabed.

Thoughts:

Peng's history and legends paint him as a far more powerful being than we have seen so far in the show if the writers do take anything from legends MK and the gang are in some serious trouble besides the ten kings. Also, it really is crazy that maybe even in the LMK universe Peng might have some serious power he was the last standing of the Sworn brothers in the final fight but that was mainly due to him running away. Peng does get redemption in the book with the LMK writers it's a 50/50 on the show. Also, love it when a character has a historical reincarnation to do some digging into.

[demisexual-dryad]

I’ve had,,, an idea,,, like a beautiful, beautiful idea for a fantasy creature Au for ace attorney.

I’ve had oread* miles edgeworth and fire spirit phoenix wright FUCKING INVADING MY BRAIN. Here’s some of my brain rot. And the reference pose I used just in case someone was looking for it (thank you og pose posters of the art world you are gifts of gods I swear it, I used number three but I altered the shit out of it AND THOSE HANDS TURNED OUT SO DAMN NICE) and I have ideas for who is what if yall wanna hear me out. (Please say you do I’m begging I wanna theory dump so bad)

So some tidbits. Yes Phoenix has little fire wings and he can (kind of anyway, it’s more like floating) fly. It is important to note; he’s not a true Phoenix, just an elemental being made of fire. He can change his form (he’s literally an essence of fire itself contained in an elemental core.) They flare when he gets happy, excited, jealous, worried, or angry. They tend to recede or die out when he’s sardonic or in any other depressive mood. He also flutters them a little when he’s really stoked or happy.

He can control how hot his external flames burn, same with his wing size (when he thinks about it).

If his internal flame goes out he dies. If it dims due to illness or lowered body temp, he does get really sick (like a flame getting weaker- yes he was really not ok after the bridge incident, and the taser gave him fever chills for two days after because it was too close to his heart. Glass had to be removed from his stomach after Dahlia because he can’t fucking digest glass and it melted into a huge wad in his stomach causing a large blockage. The poison dahlia used had a side effect of lowering body temp, so Phoenix still got sick from being stupid.)

Also. This motherfucker has to eat. A LOT he literally has to consume a fuel source (food, coal, wood, anything that can burn) so he doesn’t yknow. Stop burning.

He does glow! From the inside out! Lantern boi.

Miles is an Oread. Oreads are Greek rock, valley, mountain, and grotto spirits.

He’s made of limestone. Looks intimidating, but crumbles apart easy.

Yes. He does grow garnet crystals out of his horns.

He can mold and shape rocks at will, which is useful because when he pushes himself too hard or is stressed he can’t hide it. His body parts just start crumbling off. (Dw, they snap back into place like nothing happened but it’s definitely unsettling. Think: “Your arm’s off!” “It’s but a fleshwound.”)

I gave him a tail and more animal like legs to be more of a representation of animals that live in his life source area (there’s a sacred grotto he’s bound to, same one as his father, he visits to check in every once in awhile.)

Because his life essence is linked to the grotto, he can only get sick or die if his source area is sick or dying/destroyed- or if his heart is damaged or destroyed (it’s like a little physical link to their source area, can’t function without it.)

Earthquakes are still big scary. They’re extremely painful, like if all your growing pains hit at once. Miles experienced his first one when trapped in that elevator, which freaked him out so bad on top of the fighting that… well, we know how it ended. Even though he doesn’t need to breathe (made of rock) he still had a panic attack from stress and went unconscious from it. Not fun.

Also!! If he blushes too hard, he can melt!! His ear!! It’s melty!!

Big teefs for eatin rock. He does have to consume extra mineral rocks or he can be a little brittle.

He can shift into a more “human” form without a tail and with regular legs, but it’s not as comfortable as his standard form. Bratworth definitely spent more time than he should’ve trying to look more human to fit in with the Von Karmas.

He wiggles his lil ears when he’s content or happy. Because that’s cute and it makes me happy.

I’ve been thinking up theories for like most of the cast. Vote in the poll if you wanna hear more!

[simplydannie]

Oooh! What if Veneer looks back on the good times he and Velvet had with Floyd like how Merida looked back on a childhood memory of her mom, remembers what Floyd means to him, frees him, and urges him to leave? With the parting being similar to how Poppy and Bridget parted.

Also, with the context of Floyd being V&V's father figure and V&V having known him since they were thirteen, I don't think it would make sense for Veneer to refer to Floyd as a little guy.

No definitely not. But I’d like think the poison of too much Troll essence alters your brain chemistry. Some reality and illusion tend to collide. Veneer would loose those memories of what Floyd really mean to him.

First of all, Brave is one of my all time favorite movies!! And omg yess!! That would be the sweetheart gesture, sweetest moment they could share! The bracelet in this story derives from the my story here :

Let Go

They did it.

Velvet and Veneer had won the Lifer Award. They were at the top, and that’s where Velvet, and their manager, intended for them to stay. But at what cost? Nearly the cost of the life of a little Troll who was once dear to them.

Floyd was on the brink of death…. There was still no sign of Brozone. Veneer surely thought that their performance at the Rage Doom would’ve killed him, but the little Troll had a lot of fight.

All this because Veneer got mad at him, because he grew afraid that Floyd would’ve really left him… so he trapped him. Now here they were, literally sucking the life out of him.

Veneer tossed and turned that night. He couldn’t sleep, as if memories were trying to come back to him. He knew at one point the Troll meant something to him. He’d have dream at night, dream about the small Troll caring for them. But those were just dreams weren’t they? Dreams about something he truly desired…. A family.

Veneer took a deep breath and finally closed his eyes, humming to himself a tune he heard a while ago. As he drifted, the dreams started coming back to him:

In this dream he awoke one morning to find a box slid under his door. He went over, knelt down and opened it. There was a note:

Veneer,

There’s so much I want to give you. So much I’d do for you and your sister, but the means right now won’t allow it. This is a little something from culture I want to pass down to you. I hope it fits. And I hope you love it’s.

Love, Floyd.

Opening the box was a bracelet, a bracelet woven together with bright colors of string and yarn. He couldn’t remember why he was feeling sad, but he felt that sadness go away. Joy came to Veneer as he put the bracelet on. He ran to his drawer and took a paper and pen….

In another dream, it was Veneer crying alone. He came home from school one day and went straight toward his room. He avoided anyone so not to worry them, but the one little person who noticed was Floyd. He silently entered Veneers room, tiptoeing to the closet where he could hear the young Rageouns cry, Veneer was 16 at the time.

“Ven?” Floyd called out.

“I’m fine! My tummy just hearts.” Veneer lied. Floyd didn’t take any chances. He pushed open the closet door. Floyd found Veneer curled up at the corner of his closet, his face hidden between his knees.

“Ven?” The small Troll crawled up on Veneers knees, placing a small hand on his head. “Ven, look at me.” Veneer slowly but surely lifted his head. “Ven! What, what happened?”

His right eye was bruised, lip split open.

“They… I don’t know they all make fun of me… why the other kids my age don’t like me. Am I really that strange? That different?” Veneer sobbed back into his knees.

“No! Don’t you dare think that! People who punish you for being who you are afraid of you. It’s because you’re different that your special.” Floyd declared.

“I just want a friend Floyd….just one friend.”

“It’s better to be surrounded by the few who love you than those who wouldn’t care. You’ll make that friend one day, Ven. I love you for who you and your sister both are.”…….

Veneers eyes bursted wide open.

He sat up on his bed. Throwing the sheets off of him, he marched to his drawer. Something came to his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was a memory, or just a dream. Opening a small compartment, he stuck his hand inside, rummaging around, wondering if he’d find it….. There was nothing. He was about to give up hope until…Veneers hand fell upon something. Pulling it out he saw it…..

The bracelet from his dream…. Only it wasn’t a dream, those were all memories. Floyd really had meant something to them. And not just a mere friend… but family…. A father. Clenching his fists, Veneer took a deep breath and walked out his door.

Floyd laid inside the encased diamond. He wasn’t sure how he survived the Rage Dome show, but he was glad that his brothers weren’t there yet, it meant they were safe somewhere. He heard the door open in whatever room he was in, too weak to look up… Floyd slowly began to except that he breath he took would’ve been his last.

Floyd could feel the diamond be lifted… he opened his eyes to see who it was, but everything was a blur. He was weak, so, so weak. The small Troll could hear a voice, faint, and familiar, but he couldn’t make it out.

Floyd felt the diamond move and shake gently. He body slowly rolled out of the diamond, on to something warm.

“Floyd?” The voice was sad, it seemed like tears were in his eyes. “Floyd. Please move. Please do something.” The small manger to turn his head slightly towards the object in which the voice was coming from.

“…..Veneer….” His words soft, barely audible. Floyd closed his eyes, his breaths becoming slower.

“Please don’t did Floyd! I remember now. I remember everything. I don’t know why I couldn’t, but I do now. Please stay with me. I’m sorry Floyd! I didn’t mean to trap you in the diamond. I was scared of you leaving me. I didn’t want you to leave.” Veneer said through tears.

The Troll made no acknowledgements, no movement, he continued just lie there motionless, breaths becoming slower and slower.

“Floyd please.” He cried again, caressing the small Troll in his hand. “I’m sorry! I-I can’t loose another one…I can’t loose another dad.” He cried, tears slowly rolling down his face. “Velvet is sorry too, I know she is. She just has to remember just like me. And she will. Please….Please dad.”

Floyd slowly opened his eyes. He turned to look at Veneer, his eyes were closed, head resting against his arms as he still held Floyd. He suddenly saw the young 13 year old he met. The curious boy who saved him and brought him in….

“I’m sorry for almost leaving you guys.” Floyd managed to say, his color slowly return to him. Veneer lifted his head, his eyes filled with happiness as the small Troll slowly started to come back. Veneer nuzzled the Troll close to his face.

It felt like old times, they were just missing Velvet… but it occurred to Veneer that Floyd wasn’t safe. No matter if he and Velvet remembered, their manager would find a way to get her hands on the Troll and the rest of his family. Veneer stood up and walked over towards a vent. Taking off the cover, he peered inside… it seemed safe enough for Floyd, they had to lead somewhere.

Sensing a shift in behavior, Floyd gathered the strength to stand.

“Ven?”

“….You have to go….”

“What?” Floyd peered down the vent Veneer motioned too. “No! Not without you. Not without Velvet. We leave together! I learned my lesson. I let you fall into the hands of that evil woman who’s done nothing but abuse and groom you!”

“You have to go. Go find your brothers…. Your family.” Gently wrapping his hand around Floyd, Veneer held him over the vent. The Troll held a firm grasp on his hand, hugging his thumb.

“You guys are my family too! I’m done leaving family behind.” Floyd hugged Veneers thumb tightly, tears going down his face. Veneer smiled softly.

“You have to let go.”

“No!” He held on tighter.

“….Im sorry.” Veneer wrapped his other hand around Floyd gently, pulling his little embrace away. He held him over the vent and let go. Veneer covered the vent so Floyd couldn’t manage using his hair to climb back up. Tears rolled down his face as he heard Floyd call out his name as he went down…

But he was free… Veneer only had to deal with what consequences lay ahead.

[silviakundera]

Lighter and Princess Ep 27 thoughts

Sad that LX really had to go too far in lashing out to come to some revelations about how him pushing everyone away hurts THEM too. He's been thinking of himself as poison at this point, and so preventing attachments is for others' own good. He had to be shocked out of that twisted mindset.

Honestly, he's getting a lot of grace from me due to the whole 3 years in prison thing. He's not well. If this was just regular dude angst, I wouldn't be so forgiving. But these are atypical circumstances.

With the visit to teacher Lin there's a light at the end of the tunnel, though. He's opening up and talking about being prision, acknowledging it frankly and with good-natured humor instead of verbal stabs. And he declines the offer of getting a foot in the door of a major company, acknowledging (!!) that he likes his co-workers. He SMILES. "I like them very much."

Thinking back to the start of his university era... I can't imagine the same sincere smile & statement about the base squad. These guys he has partnered with aren't half as bright as his team members in the past, but Li Xun isn't trapped like Gao is - he's changed from his experiences. He no longer uses the same metrics to judge people as worth his time. He is still on top of the mountain, but he's not looking down from there at others in the same lofty, derisive way he did at 19. This isn't just the last 3 years, it's been a slow change building in him all this time. But it just hit me here.

Li Xun's realization at how awake and alive Zhu Yun has been at their lil flop startup, feeling creative and engaged. And his own admittance that he likes it there.... it's just a perfect contrast with Lao Gao and Fang Zhijing at their sterling corporation, and how fucking miserable they clearly are. Especially Gao, who is still finding no joy in his profession and has no passion for programming or game design and only thinks about "winning". The giddy glee at Flying is a perfect contrast to Gao's dead eyes at an up-scale bar.

dangermousie had a great comment to me, about how Gao can never be satisfied because of his desperation, because he needs to win & prove himself and the essence of Li Xun's cool badassery is that he doesn't. god, the absolute worst thing that Li Xun can do to Gao is what it seems like he might be starting to find right now: being happy where he is and feeling that what he's producing is great.

Li Xun has his own measure of success and I truly hope he finds it. He already told us in ep 23: "I don't want money or his company. I want dignity. He needs to give back what I lost."

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

so, apparently eye color like green is considered unusual, while pink isn't (it was said in book 2 somewhere)??? Just curious, what are the casual eye colors the citizens might have in that case

Have I got a Post for you!

Buuuut if that's tl;dr, outside of the pure black eye color (as those are people who are not elemental descendants whatsoever, thus that would be the 'default' color), pink is the most common because there's been a "surplus" of EMs of Surprise. Since the element is passed on randomly after death OR lost when the EM becomes incapable of generating Surprise, as opposed to being willingly given up/passed through bloodlines, this means losing the Element is less predictable yet more common, leading to a surplus of EMs of Surprise, and thus surplus of descendants, and also means the majority of them aren't even related to each other (such as Harumi and Sally).

So for example, Jesse himself is not a descendant, but anyone born from him would be (...such as Cam, obviously, and ignoring the Miracle Make loophole thing), or consider Mystake -> Wu + Garm -> Lloyd (though with Wu, Garm, and Lloyd also inheriting Essences from the FSM, their Surprise heritage is ofc repressed in favor of the Essences). And then, Harumi and Sally are each descended from entirely separate past EMs of Surprise as a result. With a whole bunch of other randos out there, lol.

On the other side of the spectrum, Green is not only 'unusual' (as there are Wind Descendants and Poison Descendants), but Pure Green was said to be impossible because, for the longest time, it was, as only the FSM had ever even been rumored to have green eyes at any point (which is ofc because he was at the time the only one able to wield the Green Element...but now, there is ANOTHER). And the fact that Lloyd is the only one in the world with his eye color is part of why the teachings of the Elemental Compass were put under lock and key—if any old rando knew how Elemental Inheritance worked, and the meaning of why some people have colored eyes to begin with, Lloyd would get immediately connected to the FSM and hunted for his rare power, probably.

(...or worse, but that's what Book 3 and 4 are for heyo)

Anyway, all the other eye colors in between are completely viable to be spotted out in public (with some certain stipulations for specific elements such as Form, Time, the Core Four, and Amber), with some colors being more rare to "find" than others...but, the first post I linked at the top goes into more specific specifics about that! ;D

[dgrailwar]

Further Servant details under the cut:

ABIGAIL WILLIAMS:

A young girl from Salem, Massachusetts.

Rumored to be one of the first individuals to accuse someone of witchcraft and show signs of demonic possession in the town of Salem, and therefore starting the horrible chain of events that would be later known as the 'Salem Witch Trials', she swiftly became a figure of theory and speculation.

Abigail is an innocent child at heart, not acting with malice or hatred but rather a desire to keep others safe. However, it seems as if her nature is tied to the Gate, Sut-Typhon, as she serves as its Key. Therefore, her sincerity is a perfect poison implanted within her, causing a wildfire of paranoia and hatred that breaks down the minds of humanity and allows madness to dance with full force. Innocent lives crumble in her wake, as she attempts to save more lives, only merely damning more in the process. Blood sacrifices for Yog-Sothoth, so that the Dark God may manifest.

Her favorite food is pancakes.

CLYTIE VAN GOGH:

While Vincent Van Gogh refused the call to be a Foreigner-class Heroic Spirit, the powers beyond- those 'Outer Gods'- made a 'Van Gogh' of their own. A patchwork monster, pieced together aggregate from tortured souls and the twisted dark void of space.

A nymph rejected by the Sun God serves as the main base. She is but a creature of unstable suffering and yearning. Forever yearning, forever searching, forever attempting to understand her purpose as 'Gogh', and what it means for the world around her. A sunflower, turning ever towards a light that will reject her. An artist, following the dreams of 'him' that 'she' will never be able to truly manifest. An identity forged from confusion and emptiness.

A frail girl with a twisted sense of humor, she insists that she is 'Van Gogh' behind a nervous smile and tortured eyes. This 'Clytie Van Gogh' loathes herself with every part of her being, and therefore paints as wildly and brilliantly as ever, for perhaps those bright colors can paint a picture she can finally love.

"…Hehehe, just a Gogh joke!"

VOYAGER:

Out in space drifts an object. An object holding sounds and images from home, floating further from that pale blue dot.

The sound of wind, rain, thunder, waves… the images of birds, elephants, and people. Songs and dances, flowers and animals, formulas and symbols. Valuable knowledge about the world, and about what lies beyond the world. That is the essence of Voyager. His actual class is 'Voyager', but shares some 'Foreigner' traits. Is it because he's drifted too far from Earth? Or is it because he'll be the 'Foreigner' to the next intelligent life he meets? Who can say?

The Last Heroic Spirit. While he takes the form of 'Le Petit Prince' due to a special bond with someone far from here, he's actually the manifestation of the Voyager probe, humanity's hopes and dreams sent out into the great wide space. A special gift that shouts from the top of it's lungs:

"Greetings, from the Children of Planet Earth!"

[vera-king-hrfl]

Ignore the context. This is part of a future chapter of my novel. @dark-and-kawaii gave us such a delicious treat that I wanted to share this bit. I call it Infernal Viagra.

In Raphael’s boudoir once more. In circumstances which, in your darkest dreams, you’d never imagined you’d find yourself. The slave of a Devil, his property. Raphael’s plaything. You wonder if this charming, dark eyed man would hit you as well. He said he would not damage you, but you reflect that you’ve taken a staggering amount of abuse in the past year without any permanent injury. Your smooth pale skin does not even hold scars. You stand, head down, trying not to shake as the fiend stands at your back, running his hands down your bare arms. He caresses your scales, as Zevlor does, and you feel tears prick your eyes.

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck above the collar, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his pelvis against your bottom. Hands moving over you, clutching, kneading, pulling you back, and it seems as if he’s straining for something. His fingers fist in your hair, dragging your head back, running his tongue across, your neck with a growl. You shudder, unable even to seek the detachment of the cold. It is worth the cost to save him, you tell yourself. You had agreed to this, for that purpose. You are not being assaulted, you are paying a small price to bring your husband back from the dead. You close your eyes, forcing the faces of Zevlor and Gortash from your mind and remembering the words of your grandfather, his instruction on how to make oneself numb to the reality of a seduction. How to convince the target that you truly desire the interaction. You allow yourself a soft moan. If you can convince Raphael, who knows you are under duress, then it will be easier to deceive the other.

“Yes, little one,” he breathes, “you are allowed to enjoy this.” It feels good, you tell yourself. His hands are strong, his mouth is warm. You slip into the role and reach back to caress his soft brown hair. He nips at your throat and you whimper a little, pressing your bottom back into his groin. Strangely, you feel nothing. He reaches down to grab your hip, pulling you tight to him, thrusting against you and growling. He rips the top of your dress down, his other hand kneading your breast. His snarl sounds almost… frustrated. Suddenly he releases you and makes a quiet sound of irritation, moving to the small cabinet beside the bed. He yanks it open and grabs a little bottle from within, turning to you with a look that seems strangely apologetic. “It’s not you, dear. You are delectable, but I am afraid I am accustomed to more… stimulation.” He uncorks the vial and downs the contents, leaving only a few drops in the bottom, then hands it to you. “You will not need as much, but this will make the proceedings more pleasant for the both of us.”

You take the bottle and frown, sniffing it. As soon as the sickly sweet scent of decay touches your nostrils you understand. Succubus spittle. A powerful aphrodisiac. The devil does not really want this either. Using your body is a means to an end for him. You almost feel sorry for him as you tilt the last few drops into your mouth… but not quite. He is a fiend, in several ways, and this is a business transaction. You feel the heat pool between your thighs immediately as the poison hits your stomach, and the intense desire blooms in your loins. He is obviously feeling the effects as well and he comes to seize you again, pressing his mouth to yours and pulling you against him. He is hard now and his lips are hungry as the remaining clothing covering you both vanishes. He feels wonderful, and desire for the devil sets your straining nerves on fire. You need not pretend any longer. You want him. He kisses you hungrily and pulls you toward the bed, laying himself down on his back against the multitude of embroidered cushions.

“Take me, little mouse. Impale yourself on me. Receive my essence and mark yourself with my scent. You want it. You’re beautiful. Do it now”

You have no choice but to comply, the desperate need spurring you onward, and you move to straddle his hips, lining him up with your center. You shove yourself down on him and start to ride him quickly, driving down onto him, wanting, needing the completion. He grips your hips and groans, squeezing  his eyes shut, jerking himself up into you, needing the release that you and only you can give him. It’s disgusting, it’s horrifying. You’re fucking the devil and you love every moment of it. It doesn’t take him long now. After a few minutes he cries out and shoots a stream of burning seed into your womb, but you keep going, not finished yet, taking him, using Raphael’s body for your own satisfaction, tilting your pelvis, clenching around him, chasing the sweet release, and, finally you feel that crisis collapse upon your heated body and you are shaking, crying, coming hard in his embrace. He endures you for a while longer, gasping, shuddering and straining to endure the intense madness of the powerful climax that you drag again and again from his body, milking him, hungry for every drop, before he is replete and shoves you off of him, and you fall trembling to the mattress, gasping for air.

Shaky, you push yourself up and roll to sit, looking at him. He’s sitting up as well, elbows on his knees, looking at you strangely. “That was more pleasurable than I expected. You were practically a virgin when I first met you, and so delightfully shy. The ridiculous Baneite that you allowed to use your body only made you more hesitant. But the tiefling… he seems to have been good for you, love.”

“He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be,” you growl, but he just laughs. You blow out a breath, still feeling the effects of the venom, “but surely you can do better than that. You really want this to look good? Transform. Let yourself go, teeth and claws. Mark me. Make it hurt. Be the monster that you are. It’s what Samael wants to do to me, isn’t it?” It’s too late now to stop this. His seed is already leaking from you, but you want the other devil furious, unhinged. You want him off balance enough to make a mistake, to perhaps reveal his true purpose.

He raises an eyebrow, looking surprised. “Certainly it is, and I can do that. I promised not to damage you, but if that is what you really want…” The fires flare around him and he grows, his skin flooding with red, massive wings spreading from his back, horns erupting from his head. His growl is deep and dangerous as he reaches for you again with huge clawed hands.

Raphael finally loses himself in you, snarling, grunting, his talons digging into your flesh as he forces himself into you. His fangs are longer than Zevlor’s, claws sharper, cock bigger, and you grit your teeth, struggling to endure the pain. But this is what you want now. You had enjoyed riding him, and you can’t have that. You need to be ravaged, brutalized and bloody. Giving yourself to him must be an unpleasant experience, a bad memory, and surely that is what it will be now. He explodes into you again, burning your chafing walls with hot seed, and doesn’t stop, flipping you over, pulling you to your knees and slamming back inside. It’s agonizing, but you climax again and again, shaking and struggling under him. But he has no mercy on you now. He becomes that raving beast he’d denied, sinking his teeth into you, raking your skin with his claws, gripping your hair to jerk you back against him. He’s too big, he’s going to ruin you, and you smell your own blood mixed with the sulfurous musky odor of him. He goes on for quite a while, coming into you over and over, filling you until the thick load swells your womb and he finally pulls from you with a gush of fluid. “Enough!” His voice is deep and rough with effort, but he is in control of himself again.

You can’t move yet, the pain is too much, and you whimper, panting, feeling each sting of the tooth and claw marks which cover you, the sharp pain between your legs, the deep ache in your belly. He’d destroyed you more completely than Zevlor ever had, and there will be no healing this time.

Raphael laughs breathlessly and flops back onto the cushions. “If I go any farther I will kill you. You are resilient, for a mortal. I must admit, I am impressed. I had to resist a rather powerful urge to breed you.”

You cough and are able to roll painfully onto your back, gasping. ��I will not be fertile for years, possibly, but... Fuck, Raphael. I may not be able to walk.”

You turn your head, wincing from the bites on your neck, but he’s grinning. “I could bring you there, little mouse. I could prepare your body with my essence. You are fortunate that I have no wish to cause such increase as that would be onerous for me, and unpleasant for you. But only imagine the manner of creature we could make, the two of us. The power…” he pauses, and you see his expression become calculating. “I wonder…” but he stops and reaches for you, and you hiss when he pulls you against his hot, broad chest. Your muscles are like water, and you lie against him uselessly, unable to protest. “I will give you a little time to recover, but you look marvelous like this. Perfect. Utterly debased and defiled. I want to call on my rival before you begin to heal. Your body closes wounds more quickly than I expected. Come, I want you to see yourself.”

You stifle a cry as he lifts you and slides from the bed, crossing to a full-length mirror on the wall nearby. He sets you on your feet, holding you so you can stand upright on your wobbly legs. The sight before you is astonishing. Wherever the scales give way to softer skin, you are marked. Large bite marks still ooze blood, and claw slashes decorate you from neck to ankle. He has even scratched your face, three long diagonal red lines passing from temple to jaw. Your inner thighs drip with blood and semen, and you are covered in darkening bruises. The grinning red devil behind you seems to enjoy the sight. “Just imagine, my pet. In a few days this will all be gone. I almost regret that I cannot keep you forever.”

[phaerlax]

The GaruKaru to-do list

My most important notes.

Characters I've contrived into fucking Karu

Morvay (sucked his brains out through his cocklet after refusing to let Karu top in a size queen moment)

Edmond (receives a blowjob after getting a dose of devious sex pollen poison meant for Eiden)

Olivine (gets dry-humped after curing his food poisoning)

Quincy (plows his ass after healing it from Garu's offscreen ass-plowing session the night before)

Kuya (flogs him in magical chastity until he cums on release)

Eiden (gets ass eaten in heat until he begs for cock)

A sparrow yokai (ass beaten with a switch, figged, fingerblasted, tail-stroked)

Characters I must contrive into fucking Karu

Aster. I can easily come up with Aster/Karu 'punishment' scenarios, but I'm usually more interested in Karu coping with the aftermath. I must find something interesting that Aster would want to do himself, and maybe make it a bit more sexual than strictly punishing. Just to give Karu a break from all the mistreatment I always have in store.

Yakumo. Easier to come up with Yakumo/Garu. There might be potential in Karu's 'apprentice' delulu, though. And I think it would be fun if Karu was very offended by Yakumo's crushing anxiety about his dick being too big for him XD

Blade. This one is easy, I have more than one concept lol (nosy Blade embarrassingly prodding Karu in the aftermath of an Aster/Karu punishment; Blade giving Karu and Garu the full belly rub special after they give him a cute birthday present)

Dante. God as my witness I will have Dante go OOC and wrestle overpower and spank Karu's spirit out over petty tsun bullshit. Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings + check notes.

Rei. Need a bit more canon info but I love the concept of Rei letting Karu top out of guilt, being unsure of how to handle the novel feeling of caring a lot about his partner's pleasure, and giving Karu pointers. I also love the image of Karu fucking Rei and burying his face onto him as he angrily vents about stuff that is stressing him out and Rei is like there there. Idk.

Rin. Need a LOT more canon info to make this more than generic noncon.

Characters I've contrived into fucking Garu

Aster (bullied him a little, bit his ass, and then more)

Morvay (fucked him with enthusiastic consent as part two of a birthday present after Karu's balls were empty)

Blade (gave him a handjob while they were both missing Eiden)

Eiden (bath sex after some teasing, right after Howling Cyclone room 2)

Characters I must contrive into fucking Garu

Yakumo. This feels like a gimme, I can think of infinite scenarios in which horny Garu initiates and Yakumo is like okay... ;~; and then awooga. The challenge is in picking one that doesn't feel bland tbh.

Edmond. I actually have a "Garu is working as a K9 officer to sniff out drugs with Edmond and the knights but oh no sex pollen" premise, I hope someone else writes it for me but I might do it myself eventually.

Olivine. Okay this is probably the hardest... I got nothing. I do have images of Garu and Karu being really into booba for pubby reasons, but that doth not a fic make... or doth it?

Quincy. The reference in my Karu/Quincy does not count, it needs to be onscreen! I can easily think of situations in which these two would be alone in the forest. All it would take is some essence shenanigans to get things going.

Kuya. My kuyaru fixation mostly lies in Kuya/Karu so this is harder than it may seem... it would probably begin as Garu broaching the topic of Kuya/Karu. I also like the idea of Kuya giving him a condescending bath, but again, I'd rather do that for Kuya/Karu.

Dante. I think the dynamic would work quite well, because I like to write Dante as being weak to cute things, and he would probably appreciate and praise Garu's obedience, which would really do it for Garu. The problem lies only in a good premise...

Rei. I prefer the potential I see in Rei/Karu, but maybe a simple concept of Rei having an 'episode' and Garu being the only one around to help. Or Garu getting himself into a Predicament that needs a sexual solution (these mushrooms will only leave your system once you cum six times-)

Rin. See above.

Also a more direct Garu/Karu needs to happen of course...

[fictionkinfessions]

The skies are cloudy and it's been raining for the past 12 hours- it's dim and dark and the sun is nowhere in sight. The perfect kinshift for such a miserable autumn's day 🩶.

I had a memory last night, before I fell asleep, and it confirms that I was both transmasc, and the eldest of my Mother and Father's children. I was sitting somewhere, preparing to administer my Tshot, as one does, and a little Wednesday tottles in and stares at me as I do so. Of course, I let her watch and wait to see if she had any questions (she always had questions). Eventually she asks what was in the syringe, and I tell her "the essence of many men". She was thoughtful, and gave her sharp little nod before tottling away. It still makes me smile to this day- she was always a cruel little one, and it's no surprise that she was satisfied with my answer 🩶

I have a vague recollection of a family portrait that was hung in the manor, and while I don't believe I have the skill to copy it exactly, I wonder if I could recreate it in my own way. Close enough to be able to see it again.

I remember having pets- at least one snake (a super cinnamon ghost/silver bullet ball python, and/or a super black pastel ball python) and one tarantula (desert blonde). I would carry my python around everywhere with me- she was a gift from my aunt from around the time I was born, and we never parted. She was a sweet girl, and very friendly- I can't remember if she had any eggs in her lifetime, but I'm leaning towards yes.

My tarantula was a gift from my father, and I remember him being very excited to gift her to me. She was only a year or two old when we got her, and I believe Father got her from a friend of his, if my memory serves. My tarantula was shy and timid, but would still enjoy being held every now and then; she didn't much care for walks/being carried places, though.

I remember when Wednesday first started to try and kill me. I would entertain her, of course- let her "win" like an older brother should. One time she buried me alive after attempting to slip something into my drink; I believe it was a sedative/poison mixture. Though she was too small to reach any strong stuff, so I had already awoke before she even begun to dig the hole. Obviously, I went back to sleep so she could still have her little victory, but it was all very endearing. Plus, nothing gets you ready for the day quite like escaping from your own grave! Reminds a man that he's alive.

We were always so proud of Wednesday's talents, of the way she expressed her passions and interests. When the time came, she was also an exceptional older sister to our brother, and taught him many things. I remember grand family gatherings in the manor: sometimes with just the Addams', and other times with distant relatives, too. I believe Mrs. Lily Munster was Mother's sister, and our Aunt, so they would visit the manor a bit more often than the other relatives. Aunt Lily and my Father had taught me how to sing since I was young, and so I often performed at large gatherings with our other musically inclined relatives.

I've also been thinking about what my name might've been, and Márquez has been floating around at the top. It definitely feels like a name my father would choose, but I'll let it sit in my mind a while before confirming anything too quickly.

Anyways, this is getting long since I've been adding things to this throughout the day, so I'll leave that there 🩶 It's always nice to reminisce on old times, though.

- A member of the Addams Family #🪦🥀🌕

x

[3-inch-sam]

Can we get some lore about your sona? Also, do you think he and Flynncore!Miguel would hang out? :)

OKAY SO this will be a long post because I'm using this as an excuse to drop like. all of his lore. so we'll have a nice little summary at the top!! this is gonna have some timeline and half life lore fuckery for both retail and beta versions of hl2 so brace yourself for fan service to myself lol

Red was bitten by a poison headcrab which means that he doesn't have conventional spider powers (ooh big shocker). I haven't decided if I'm gonna give him sticky hands, spider sense, and webs or not but he definitely has the strength because super strength is handy and cool.

Red has:

non-retractable claws

venomous fangs, and venemous barbs that extend from his wrists. these both excrete a neurotoxin that is stronger on Combine soldiers than humans. it will severely injure humans and, generally, kill Combines.

barb-hairs on his arms, legs, and shoulders that act as whiskers to sense changes in his environment

sensitivity to heat and light, as well as heightened smell (possibly hearing? idk)

can screech, hiss, and rattle like a poison headcrab. used to keep other crabs from attacking him but if they see him it won't work lol

enhanced agility and strength

a natural resilience to Xen floral infections

Red is a pretty goofy guy!! He likes to make jokes and chat with anyone he can. He also picks up anything he finds interesting, from broken walkmans to bright pens to bits of jewelry. Anything he can bring to an older Resistance member and ask about the past, he will. Russell is always happy to talk about it, at least.

I think he'd like to hang out with Flynncore Miguel! Is that what we're calling him? 🤭 He enjoys tinkering with machinery, and he's always happy to talk with someone who knows more than him. The Spider Society would be pretty overwhelming though, I think it's more people in one place than he's ever seen in his life lol. he would try to destroy the go home machine also. it looks way too close to a Combine synth and/or a cremator head for his comfort, he would freak out.

okay now lore time!!

SO. we're gonna get fucky with the beta and canon timelines!! let's call them Beta and Lambda to avoid confusion, yeah? this isn't going to follow either of those canons entirely because I can do what I want, but it is going to heavily draw from them so if you aren't buried in half life lore like I am, I'm sorry, it's totally okay, I'm just cursed lol

Red was 3 when the Combine took over his Earth, Beta. He remembers small snippets of the time before the Seven Hour War but it's very fuzzy. At 6, he was sent to a cremator factory, just like the rest of the kids in his sector. He was there for 5 years, watching the Combine slowly sap Earth of its natural resources. The oceans were drained, the air was replaced with noxious gas, and humans were dying in droves, though no one dared to talk about it.

When Red was 11 there was an attempt at resistance. A small force of humans, led by Eli Maxwell and Alyx Vance, rose up and tried to overthrow the Combine's rule on Earth. They were tragically shut down and killed, but in the chaos of the revolution Red managed to escape the factory he was in and found a small group of Vortiguants preparing to leave. They had gathered enough antlion essence to open a portal to the borderworld of Xen, and took Red with them.

Xen was quite different from how these Vortiguants had left it. Luckily, there was another Earth connecting to it, an almost identical version, and they jumped through. This Earth (Lambda, remember?) was also being taken by the Combine. Red and the Vortiguants discovered that the Combine had discovered both versions, and decided to attempt different methods of subjugation in order to maximize their efforts. This had the added benefit of doubling the resources they could pull from the planets.

On their way to the nearest City, Red's group passed too close to a headcrab shell target outpost. Red was attacked by a poison headcrab, but the Vortiguants managed to kill it and remove it before it could tap into his brain stem. They still had some juice from the antlion essence and healed his wounds the best they could.

In City 17 they found and joined a Resistance branch. Red was far too young to actually fight of course, so instead he spent his time learning from the scientists about the technology that humanity had adapted, and hearing stories of Lambda Earth before the Combine invasion. Red became friends with some of the other re Resistance members his age, though strangely there were no children who had been born after the war.

At 15-16, his powers started to develop and mutate his body. This was terrifying, of course, but thankfully he knew of one Resistance member who might not be adverse to him: Dr Isaac Kleiner. Aware of the man's strange affinity for headcrabs, Red traveled to his safehouse and asked for help. When they were both quite sure that he was not a danger, Kleiner informed Dr Eli Vance of Red's situation. They decided to test his abilities in order to see if he could be a good asset to the Resistance. Lo and behold he was!

At 17 Red trained in order to actually fight, and started going out on scouting missions. He had a knack for predicting Combine attacks and for going into Xen-infested areas with little protection needed. So, after a couple years, he became an actual scout. He started salvaging Combine armor parts from dead soldiers in order to build up a suit for himself, and brought back any tech he found for the scientists in the Resistance to use.

Now, at 21, Red has become a capable fighter and scout, tracking Combine shipments and disrupting their activities in City 17. He hopes that this Earth will do what his couldn't to drive the Combine away for good.

[vegvisirsofthegalaxy]

[Holorecording] - The Ash of Love (IF route with Malavai Quinn- BE)

[This recording captures a tryst between Darth Merphis and Malavai Quinn, unfolding during the first night following Quinn's report for duty on the planet Iokath in service to the Empire. [Caution: Spoiler Alert - Do not proceed if you wish to avoid spoilers.]

[The door raps twice, a sharp interruption in the quietude that has enveloped Malavai Quinn for hours as he scrutinizes today's battlefield assessment. Before he can muster a response, the door swings open, its hinges protesting softly against the intrusion. A subtle frown etches across Quinn's features, persisting until his eyes meet the unexpected visitor— Merphis.]

"M-my lord…" Quinn's voice quivers uncontrollably, his fingers inadvertently crumpling the papers on his desk.

Their eyes lock, and in that charged moment, the world outside ceases to exist. "Captain Quinn... No, it should be, Major Quinn now. Congratulations on your long overdue promotion." Merphis murmurs, her voice a seductive whisper that stirs the very essence of Quinn's being.

"T-thank you my lord... I..." Quinn's heart pounds within his chest, its rhythm almost drowning out all other sounds, as he beholds Merphis slowly approaching him— the woman who has haunted him in his dreams relentlessly for the past six years. Every step she takes feels like a weight upon his soul, pulling him deeper into the abyss he once knew so intimately. "No... I mean... i-if it's the assessment report you require, it'll be shortly delivered to Commander Arn-nuan's office... in less than thirty minutes."

"Your diligence is noted, as expected. However, my purpose here extends beyond such matters..." Within seconds, Merphis has already reached Quinn's side, her fingers tracing the texture of the top of his chair before dropping down to trace the contours of his face, her touch a blend of possessiveness and longing that sends shivers down his spine. "Let's say... you've served the Alliance well today. Loyalty merits its reward." "Reward? My lord, you're... too kind." Quinn recoils as the sting of her touch ignites a blaze of conflicting emotions within him. "I... I don't deserve that..."

Suddenly, Merphis grabs Quinn's jaw, forcefully pulling him closer. Her eyes, pools of endless darkness, bear into his soul, searching for traces of the man she once loved. "Of course you don't. But do I appear to care about your opinion?" Merphis scoffs, her eyes ablaze with contempt as she leans in, their lips tantalizingly close but not yet touching. [Memories of their shared past flood Quinn's mind— whispers in the dark, promises of eternal devotion— now twist into shards of broken dreams.]

Quinn's breath catches in his throat, his voice a ragged whisper against her lips. "I'm sorry my lord... I... failed you... failed the Wrath... please... forgive me..." Quinn finds himself irresistibly drawn closer by Merphis' suffocating yet intoxicating presence, like a moth to the flame. His hands hesitate in the air before tentatively settling on her waist, caught between surrender and resistance. His voice trembles. "There hasn't gone a single day in the past six years... that I haven't regretted my folly. I've rehearsed thousands of apologies that I intended to say when we met again someday, but… once I truly saw you, my head simply became... empty..."

"Aw, look at how you revel in your sins, Quinn..." Merphis' lips curl into a chilling smile, her eyes gleaming with a fervor that borders on madness. "But forgiveness? No, my dear..." She purrs, her voice laced with honeyed poison. Her fingers teasingly trace a delicate path down his chest. "Why not show me how your sins consume you all, tearing down the walls of your reason and sanity?"

[With a desperate hunger, Quinn surges forward, deftly pulling Merphis onto his lap and pressing her between himself and the desk. Papers swirl through the air in a chaotic dance as his lips meet hers in a collision of passion and despair.]

"Ugh...!" Quinn's gasp mingles with a guttural moan as Merphis sinks her teeth into his quivering lips. The metallic taste of blood fills their mouths.

As their kiss deepens, Merphis' grip tightens, her nails digging into Quinn's neck. He winces, a mixture of pain and longing flickering in his eyes. With a trembling hand, he reaches out to caress Merphis' cheek, the contact a bittersweet reminder of the love they once shared. "Please... please... come back to me... Mav—"

[However, Quinn's plea halts midway as an invisible hand, cold and ruthless, seizes his throat with an unyielding grip, constricting his airways and freezing his words in his throat.]

"Don't you dare... call me by that name again...!" Merphis forcefully shoves him back into the chair, her movement harsh and commanding, her eyes ablaze with fury. "You are mine, Quinn. Not the other way around." She declares with a smile that defies both love and hatred, her whisper a haunting refrain that echoes through the depths of his soul. "No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you will always belong to me..." The room seems to darken further as Merphis leans in, her lips brushing against Quinn's ear...

"Embrace your destiny, as I have embraced mine."